tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158816532011-04-22T05:56:43.125+08:00Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.comBlogger921100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-42715648374836574742009-02-01T15:10:00.005+08:002009-02-01T15:52:43.246+08:00

I wish I could just cook up the courage to do something to stop you from fading away again. But this time, I can do nothing. Just wanted to hide and wait it out.I shall just watch you. Leaving. For a life that is so rightfully yours.Trying hard not to do anything. Trying is the hardest, indeed.Talking made it worse.Crying made me weaker.Waiting for just anything. A joyride out of the wrecked

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-13833609072169926462008-04-23T01:28:00.002+08:002008-04-23T01:31:37.926+08:00

Hate to say thisBut contentment and joy are really non-existent in the life I am leading now.

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I must admit… it is under the influence of Vinz that I started picking up politics news. He can be pragmatic and overly-critical about the political happenings which, at times, I will research on the subjects just to find a hint of positivism. A debate of Optimism in the Humankind will commence with the intention to brainwash him that- Goodwill and Hopes will still prevail, in the end. The

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I just want you closeWhere you can stay foreverYou can be sureThat it will only get betterYou and me togetherThrough the days and nightsI don't worry 'cuzEverything's going to be alrightPeople keep talking they can say what they likeBut all i know is everything's going to be alrightNo one, no one, no oneCan get in the way of what I'm feelingNo one, no one, no oneCan get in the way of what I feel

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This is my ninth day in Sydney. Seeing Ethan again is just fabulous. He is still the same sweet and loving friend- but with a grey cloud of stress and gloom around him. Work assignment here isn’t that smooth and I have been waiting for him up late these nights. Well, just wanna be there for him for an hour or two... before he passed out on bed till the next morning and head for work early in the

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She peered intently at the strange crystal ball that was perched in an elaborated ebony frame.Glimpse of a blurry image became to surface from within. Her eyes widened in recognition as the moving image grew in clarity. There he was, shielding her from the strong gust of wind and rain with his big frame.It was the day when they just got to know each other through mutual friends which they hit off

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-82277854378558390262007-08-15T19:45:00.000+08:002007-08-15T19:58:59.880+08:00

Ashie: Focus... Focus.. Focus!isnt it ironicalwhen u ask someone.will u attracted by someone with beauty or humourAshie: Focus... Focus.. Focus!they will always say.. humourbut as the matter of fact..they always look for beauty...Ashie: Focus... Focus.. Focus!n try to see if there is humour..if she/he dun have.. they will try to accept the 'flaw'.Ultra超五星級大鼠~ la cuisine de la maman~WellAshie:

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I felt like a war veteran. Like deaths are imminent and inevitable. Like when you began to feel empty and void. You can almost stand physically away from yourself, looking down at the soulless body and wonder what the hell is wrong with you.Those younger days. I used to be obsessed with the motions and meaning of romance, seeking and chasing the very grand notion of love. I brawled my eyes out

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Today.30 July 2007, Ms Chiam & Ong’s Convocation Ceremony. The day when we get to receive the paper which validates our years of hard work and the massive amount of money invested on this expensive education.I was (of course) acting as her PA to Ms Chiam. Felt very proud of her when she donned her graduation attire on, all smart and serious in her robe and that square hat. My eyes started to

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-73786526116881266322007-07-23T22:36:00.001+08:002007-07-23T22:39:38.461+08:00

Vinz showed me this interesting webbie for The Golden Compass. Think the movie gonna be great too~

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Cool quiz taken from Danzel's Blog. Do psych yourself~This is my report (Mouse over for details):Attentive Leader(Click the above link for the test)My personalDNA ReportFYI: This report confirms that I Do behave like a man... scoring lowest on Femininity... Blah~!

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Imagine folks love to drop these on me:‘We are having so much fun here~ too bad you ain’t here.”“Why do you have to go to school?? You just waste money and your time lah~”The one that makes me smile:“We all miss you so much leh…. Please come back, faster!”The cold hard truth is that I am beginning to regret taking up an overseas bachelor course. Several unjust incidents with the School’s system

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-57940757509182733542007-04-22T10:41:00.001+08:002007-04-22T10:43:07.723+08:00

Create Your Own!

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Seriously. Do you?I am helpless here. Everyone said of course. I told myself, many times- that I knew better. But that wisp of confidence has made its U-turn, left me high and dry, hoping to catch a glimpse of certainty again.Now everyone seemed to understand me better than myself. I could trust my judgement- no more. It is frightening. And so sickening. I can’t stand the Silence berating me like

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I slept through it... a long deep, sound sleep. Only to be woken by a concerned phone call.Caught Oprah’s show with my breakfast cum lunch and found that the topic of the day coincided weirdly with my state of mind: ‘How to deal with feelings caused by trauma’It is said that when you are not in tuned with your feelings after a terrible happening, obsessive habits like over-eating or over-spending

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-63258746044245170392007-03-18T21:34:00.000+08:002007-03-18T21:48:05.783+08:00

Spent almost 3 weeks in Sanya for a Kick-off event in early Jan 2007.Sanya City It is an increasingly popular beach retreat, a couple few hours away from the city of Hainan, Haikou. It is not really a destination of choice for a personal holiday but I will love to visit friends I made during this working trip. Sheraton Resort Especially~ the staff at Sheraton Resort.... They made me felt like

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-42837089851472430882007-03-18T21:11:00.000+08:002007-03-18T21:28:12.106+08:00

Life behind the Black Box.. seemed so... good~ Food, Drinks, Smoke~The Boss... the biggest baby of all~ Event success celebration with 3 Champagne PoP!!And a deadly Thank you hug from Boss...Crew PhotoSome of the crew that I have not mentioned earlier:Geok Choo and Raffles (Video), Jim (DJ), William (Event helper), Holli, Ah Lan & Aileen (BBTS, local operator)Smashing Team~!

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Did a color personality quiz this afternoon; it depicted my love life as:According to Luscher's theories, this indicates that you're holding back from having deep attachments. While sex brings you physical satisfaction, you're more emotionally withdrawn with your partners.And I just had a heart-to-heart chat with Roomie- telling her all about that bittersweet summer romance. * Thanks, babe. I

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It takes two to tangoIt takes insanity for me to danceAn unbelievable, most torturing 1hour of my life.Dragged by Sis to take a trial lesson in salsa dancingEnded up with deflated esteem in the world of dancingCan’t catch up with the beatsCan’t synchronize my body parts- legs and hands swinging about madlyCan’t keep my eyes off my frantic, clumsy feet, despite repeated, stern instructionsI’m so

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I know that this is looonng overdue... Nevertheless, the sweet memories of the fun we have in Phuket still fresh in my mind.. I was laughing my head off as I blogged and reminisced about the trip. Trio's Phuket Trip 2006 The Resort that pampered us like kings and princessUpon arrival, we have our very own personal GRO and porter to escort us to the room Baliness-style room with direct access to

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In less than 31 hours, the World, together with its inhabitants will aged another 1 freaking year.This is my last chance to have a blog entry in 2006.Perhaps this is the perfect time to recapitulate this amazing journey of the Year.So, here we go.I guess one of the gains that I am most thankful for is getting the chance to work in Imagine Singapore and getting to know the lovely colleagues over

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Hello there~!I am Back.. in Singapore… at Home…to Blog~!Ya.. ya.. I know that I once said tearfully- that I will not come back only till next year… But opportunity knocked on my door and presents a complimentary return ticket plus a job….Why not?! I miss home so so much!!!Gosh.. Been running on a hectic schedule the moment I touched down. Right after 1 day of rest, I was whisked off to Sanya,

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Perhaps it is the dull routine of study week. My mind seemed to wander more aimlessly than ever.Was pondering over Life… My life in exact.When I made a casual remark to Vinz over Msn that Ashley is born in Mezza9, Grand Hyatt, it didn’t hit me till now- that how significantly precise this statement is.Hello. My name is Qiaohui.And I have magically transformed into an Ashley, when my working life

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-64465710638275020462006-11-02T18:58:00.000+08:002006-11-02T19:09:44.123+08:00

This is my first time writing an email to the School Dean- but not in praise of the School but in contempt of the Administrative officer .I am so F***ing pissed.----------------------------------Dear Dr XXX,I will like to seek your urgent attention and help on this matter.I am Ashley Ko (Sxxxxxxx), student of degree program 1290HSL, majoring in Tourism Management.Before the commencement of my

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-28830189080910545072006-10-25T09:54:00.000+08:002006-10-25T10:23:30.228+08:00

Hey there,You.Who have been reading my blog~For some reasons, the Tagboard no longer in proper functioning, thus I have allowed anonymous comments per posting... {Click on Take it from here}This is also largely due to the comments on my previous posts I have received via SMSes and the complaints that they don’t have a Blogspot account to enter their says...Sooo... Here we are. Anyone and Everyone

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A new star is born.James MorrisonGosh… I love his husky, sexy voice... He’s really a best combination of James Blunt and Bobby Flynn (Australia Idol finalist).A unique, sultry voice crooning about love... and got me severely addicted to ‘Wonderful World’, ‘The pieces don’t fit anymore’ and ‘You give me something’. Guess I will be buying his ‘Undiscovered’ Album soon...Cos Someone said it’s

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1160718619051378212006-10-13T13:45:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:09:01.414+08:00

One very certain but unforeseen addiction that I will like to admit…Excessive TV-watching~Even in face of tight assignment deadlines… I am doomed for sure!But… the movie that I just watched was really worth the precious time, I knew it, for sure.12 angry men (1997; an adaption of the 1957 classic)The synopsis :‘A Puerto Rican youth is on trial for murder, accused of stabbing his father to death.

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Chiam’s eyes remained glued to the TV; while I was trying hard to hold back the tears, but to no success. A Muslim man was narrating about his heroic story in the tragedy, with such a melancholy expression. Tears started to well in his eyes… and he cried. It was incredibly heart-breaking to see an old man crying so bitterly for someone he was not acquainted with- at all.Bom BaliAs he expressed

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Boy... Am I getting over-emotional or what..? My eyes were fixed on the TV while making dinner. It was a sitcom, for Pete’s sake… and my eyes started stinging when the scene zoomed into an old couple in a restaurant.A kind-looking old man asked his wife to look at something in a distant, as she faced the direction he has pointed, he quickly placed a red rose in an empty vase on their table. The

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It was supposed be a fun night out. It was housemate, Zack’s birthday celebration at Conrad Jupiter Hotel where he has invited his friends and people staying in Metro (Name of my student accommodation) for a wild night out.And it turned out to be a dreary nightmare. Zack, an avid drinker, in another word, a hardcore alcoholic drank more than he can handle and was pretty intoxicated before the

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1157812378347923662006-09-09T22:13:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:09:01.008+08:00

The Gold Coast Show 2006Where... horse racing, rodeo, carnival and cutural performance took place....Where.. the locals love to get into tourists' pictures... Where... I met my Prince Charming...And won a Dog, in replacement of Vodka...Where.... I wished someone could hold my dainty hand, that drizzling rain and whisper that sweetest words under the stunning display of fireworks....BLaaAHZ~!!

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Surfer ParadiseThe Coy Looks.. where the Man..... well... just did the Man thing... Beer~It was official. And self-declared... I AM THE SWEETEST GOOSBERRY ever.... What blue lights and space can do to you...And she thinks that she is weightless

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Brisbane The Story BridgeSigh... Can't really stop her from stripping, can I?Eating out at a Hunan Restaurant... Coy Looks part IIFood is here... Auntie Chiam starts her cleaning duties diligently...HomeOur Favourite snack... Steamed sweet corn with melted butter...Guess whooooo

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Note: I have been meaning to write about the yet another crazy escapade of the Trio. As it had been a crazy and overwhelming period for me over in Aussie… So.. Finally here… the joy of humiliating the guys and self...--------------------------------------------It was Saturday night where the Trio gathered to meet for the last time, before Girl ventured into Gold Coast, far away from them. What

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1156670853336959552006-08-27T17:25:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:09:00.657+08:00

Sis just smsed that Mum cut herself badly…. The top of the thumb was sliced off.I froze for a long moment… as if trying to register what was that simple message of 12 words meant. Mum is bleeding. Mum is in pain. Mum must be crying. She is not alright.And I cried. Sobbing uncontrollably into my pillows.How can I not be worried? How can I be somewhere so far away- where I couldn’t reach out and

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1156298581818850622006-08-23T09:57:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:09:00.588+08:00

It is almost humiliating to be motivated by a mere stranger. And I will be a total sucker if I believe her relentlessly. But I really wish I can. In a not so magical ambience, I have my fortune forecasted in a little tent, over the 9 tarot cards and palms lines, discounting the presence of a electrifying crystal ball, with the clairvoyant straining to make herself heard over the noises from the

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A decade ago, when ‘She’s my Steady’, being spotted with a sharp comb at your back pocket and Sonia Rykel quilt-lookalike bags were still in raging trend, I tasted my first fleeting love with a notorious ah beng who played his guitar at the basketball court, with a ciggie tucked at the corner of his mouth.Then, followed by an Ah beng-wannabe boyfriend who got my pager numbers from God knows who.

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1) Aussie men like to walk about in short, short shorts and their boots. Steve Irwin look-alikes everywhere2) Skinny Aussie men like to hold onto lard… the ’twice their size’girlfriends.3) Everyone and Anyone on the streets are so polite and friendly. Clearly, they need no courtesy campaign like Singaporeans and Malaysians.4) Services Services Services…. The bus drivers, bank tellers, school

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1153398069584320022006-07-20T20:17:00.000+08:002007-03-21T17:15:52.598+08:00

It’s cold in here.And I like it here, I wouldn’t lie.For the past few days, I led my new life in numbness and a dreamlike manner. Everyday just happened like it should. And all I have to do, is to follow like I should. I didn’t feel excited. Nor sad. I couldn’t understand why was that so. FYI: My tears didn’t flood the airport during my send-off . Actually... Not quite I have expected. I guess

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1151563070213691582006-06-29T14:37:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:08:58.380+08:00

EDD: 16JUL ETD: 2125 DEST: BNEI am goingReally goingAnd the thought frightens meI feel like staying putI wish I didn’t have to goI wish I had taken up Imagine’s job offerAnd continue a normal life like I always didI wish I didn’t have to go all the way to a foreign landAnd start the whole process of making new friendsThere isn’t gonna be another Lynn Xie to say hi on the 1st day of schoolTo mark

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A chewed white lollipop stick. On my bed.I threw it away in the wastepaper basket in my room. The next day, it appeared again- On my bed.Made the effort to throw it in the dustbin in the kitchen and it made a miraculous appearance on my bed after 2 days.I glared at Vodka ~ who seemed to sense it, gazed up dreamily from her sleep.I rounded her up and thrust the offending stick into her view.“Where

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There he was.Looking exactly the same since the day he left me clutching my chest, withholding the terrible pain within.This wasn’t what I wanted for this much-anticipated encounter. At least not in an unflattering Motorola Jersey and haggard, oily face, haggling over the phone with my supplier while looking very much lost in Raffles City ~trying to find my way to the bus stop.Call me pathetic

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Please be informed that this Blog is not vacated nor deserted.Will resume operations after work dedications for CommunicAsia from 20th June to 23rd June 2006 are over.

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I thought you were going to leave us last nightYou are brave. You did not flinch or whimpered a sound at all during the surgery. I knew it hurt. I have cried out for you. Only then, you broke free from my hands that were restraining you in place and looked up at me~ as if quizzing: “ What’s wrong? I’m fine.”I have hugged you tightly and sent little pleas with tears to whoever was listening, up

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It seemed to be decades that I am finally back in Singapore. In one piece. War battered and scarred. These few days, I have been throwing my arms wildly around and banging tables to create a dramatic impact while relating to mates about my traumatic experiences in Kuala Lumpur- thus I will not elaborate much about the worst nightmare I ever have here.Just don’t get me started.I was not cruising

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Great shopping experience (Good quality at low price)A Makansutra Heaven... (FOooood!) Cleaner streets with almost non-existent spit (Olympics is coming... )Friendlier locals (Yeah.. Olympics is definitely coming...) Just like what Celine, a french from my group said:"I will love to be back in Beijing someday.... "Well, hell yeah... I just to be back in any country I have been to...

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1146415741989419802006-05-01T00:03:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:08:56.367+08:00

Pulau TiomanClear blue sky, sparkling sea and soft fine beachMTV in makingGerald's virgin snorkelling trip. It's a smashing Underwater Kingdom ~ took our breath away... Fairies by the bubbling waterfallThe amount of food we ate, can feed an army..... Shed...Tears of mad laughter that best mates brought Silent tears for the captured little sharkBlood for brushing against the corals in course of

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1144234936428273972006-04-05T18:01:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:08:56.238+08:00

*ShrieksA giant elephant came charging at me… in one effortless snatch, its trunk wrapped tightly around my bunch of banana and sugarcanes.And there was I. Wrestling with that burly robber, protecting my 20 Baht elephant feed.Of course, I was no match for it. Standing there in astonishment, I could do nothing but to watch that bully chomping down the entire bunch of banana; followed by the

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1143717125605882392006-03-30T19:07:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:08:56.178+08:00

Leaving for Chiang Mai tomorrow.Nervous like hell. I have never led a tour group before. Now I have been assigned as TOUR MANAGER to bring a group of doctors over- ALONE…Performing group check-in, making sure my passengers intact and whole and resisting the urge to make police report of 'lost' passengers…..I feel like I have just being requested to perform a brain surgery for a dying patient…Send

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Music of rhythmic heartbeats and sexy sirens of a saxophone in the background…A womanly figure loomed seductively out of the darkness and towards the light beam cast by the lonely lamp post. She stretched out for the pole, began to gyrate against it, purring as she went on performing an almost orgasmic dance routine.Then she stopped. And looked straight into the camera, gave a devilish smile….“

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1142157990610135292006-03-12T17:55:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:08:56.036+08:00

I feel like Fuck.. Fuck- not the action verb- but as an adjective.Have skimmed through a friend's blog which eventually led me to some mutual friends' blogs.. some polymates'. Felt so left out of the whole thing. I regretted not making use of my poly years to get to know my mates better. All I have been doing- was just burrowing myself in studies and bracing for the freaky long journeys back home

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1141579321525645772006-03-06T01:12:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:08:55.892+08:00

Dear Reader, You now stand a chance to win a hot, Hot, HOT date with the infamous writer, Ashley by just answering a question about her at the below link: http://kevan.org/johari?name=koashleyGood Luck!Ashley,The infamous WriterP.s: We regret to inform that only winner would be notified.

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1141577588201085322006-03-06T00:45:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:08:55.824+08:00

Feeling totally wretched about my overseas studies plan. There are tons of feedbacks from people around me. Some are superbly encouraging while the disheartening ones get stuck in that pessimistic part of my brain.Those down to earth will tell me that I am of certain age- I should be thinking about settling down with a stable job, starting a family and such…. Instead of carrying such a heavy

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1140772701556992972006-02-24T17:16:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:08:55.699+08:00

I have a confession to make. I have patronized a prostitute in my early days of youth…Are you reeling in disgust? Heartbeats paused for a moment? Or nodding in empathy, have your curiosity rising with increasing eagerness for mind-blowing details of my encounter?No. It was not me who did. It was my friend. And when I managed to gain control of my retarded, wide-open mouth, he got me shrieking

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1139395317971949722006-02-08T18:29:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:08:55.570+08:00

Sunday night- It was a big farewell to the girls.Wenting, Yuting and Jas have left for their degree in Brisbane last weekend. I held my tears back when they turned and walked towards the unsmiling officers at the departure gate. I was worried for them- 3 little girls in a foreign land. Well, thoughts of visiting them soon do cheered me up slightly…Their departure brought back memories of the time

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1138854716898376862006-02-02T12:28:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:08:55.506+08:00

Ever heard a song played on the radio, which stop you dead in your tracks, evoke trains of thoughts of someone or unforgettable times, whom/which have touched your life in a way or another?Don’t they get you smiling at the delightful recollections of good times, sometimes tugged tightly strings of heart pains when melancholic reminiscences of that certain person surfaced?And there must be a

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1138807489598188812006-02-01T23:23:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:08:55.442+08:00

What Your Face SaysAt first glance, people see you as driven and ambitious.Overall, your true self is passionate and physical.With friends, you seem dramatic, lively, and quick to react.In love, you seem mysterious and interesting.In stressful situations, you seem selfish and moody.What Do People Think Of Your Face?

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1136738913697552292006-01-09T00:38:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:08:55.381+08:00

Guess I am growing to be a negative and grayish old woman like all other grumpy and loveless fellow human beings in this world… *Perhaps, soon I’ll be anti-Christmas grouch, a children-hater and.. Grasps… an aggressive aunty who fights relentlessly for a seat on the MRT.2006 seem to set itself defiantly against me… I am stuck in a situation of piety filial, family responsibilities versus

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1136609465304307462006-01-07T12:47:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:08:55.323+08:00

I just don’t get it.Received a SMS from an ex-colleague“Ashley. Hi, this is xxxxx. Can I borrow some cash from you and return before Chinese New Year?”I’m trying not to be overly judgmental and critical about this totally unexpected request from a man whom I have not been in touch for over 5 years. But it was truly disturbing…He was a well-liked assistant manager in my previous workplace- someone

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1134733209623169352005-12-16T18:23:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:08:55.261+08:00

It was one of the sweet sisterly moments shared in KL.. Lazing in hotel bed with bodies piling over each other, watching the interesting Discovery Channel, while Gerald reading out loud a love quiz from the Sisters magazine which he proudly stole from a Coffee outlet (he has the unique hobby of reading female magazines)." You are watching a drama serial about never-ending love relationship. What

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1134410823325836192005-12-13T00:55:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:08:55.200+08:00

With Gerald and Ethan on this trip to KL, what possibly could have went wrong on this simple little vacation?EverythingLet’s not talk about how I have to save Gerald from white shark’s deadly jaws… And the time when towering books that came crashing down and buried the guys deep And Ash to come to the rescue again, with her trusty spade and a loyal, sniffing dog…It was truly embarrassing when

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1133852164906465822005-12-06T14:48:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:08:55.136+08:00

A lazy afternoon.Spent 10 minutes walking to the Chinese Garden MRT station, slightly panting (well, I always make a point to brisk walk). Cool winter wind caressed my face and the mighty short, new hairstyle of mine, which have received no compliment to date.ONLY to realize that I have left my wallet at home. Darn it….Called my bro to bring it down to the nearest bus stop. Disgruntled with

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1133136389983806232005-11-28T07:58:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:08:54.932+08:00

Dear Blog,Can't express precisely how impatient I am, waiting for Wednesday to be here and be gone swiftly.....When the day ends.... I am a free birdie, once againWhen Thursday comes, I have all the time in the world to confide initmately in you- the Saga that happened to me all this whileWhen it finally come to an end...

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1132477570021484352005-11-20T16:54:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:08:54.871+08:00

Heard from 5 friends that they were discontented with their jobs- are seriously contemplating to quit.3 of them, for sure, will be joining me at the Club of the Unwaged, soon before the end of this year.How sad. Most of us practically have the identical reasons behind that unavoidable decision.Lack of drive to work for someone who fails to recognize the value in you.The Lack of Appreciation.My

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1131892081580818042005-11-13T22:23:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:08:54.811+08:00

I can take it no more. I have given up the fight. Admitted defeat and bowing to it now.I am quitting- right after my 3 months probation. Going through mixed feelings and thoughts now…I am feeling guilty for giving up- it is so not my style. There might be one day I will look back in regrets, thinking what I should have do to rectify things and chide myself for being such a useless fool, an

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1131606389597680702005-11-10T15:03:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:08:54.746+08:00

Have booked myself a hotel room with the 'Singapore best well-kept secret' Hotel for 2 nights....Hang out Hotel......Either I will chill out or hang myself there..

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The dark sky never failed to pacify me when I am troubled. I remembered that I used to take time after work- to stand in the middle of the pavement and looked up to the sky. Without much effort and almost instantly, I will find myself reaching out to the sky, feeling the moist clouds brushing by my cheeks and getting closer to the stars. The sky holds a mystery and I am all set to discover it.

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1131271868213219372005-11-06T18:09:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:08:54.632+08:00

Going crazy. Abnormal. Stupidly depressingPlagued with a sinking, heavy feeling that I have no idea how to keep afloat in the turbulent water. No matter what I did to chase the gloom away, it was pointless. I felt trapped. Helpless. Nothing can cheer me up. Nothing at all.Maybe I should give it up.. Everything I have now - but what exactly do I have now?I have no idea that work can drive me so

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1130572469141833752005-10-29T15:52:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:08:54.508+08:00

3 events in a week….Not just physically exhausted but mentally as well…. Strange to say it, but none of the events was mine- I was merely the helper but my stamina running low like a broken kite.Jeanette’s 1st event with Amex on Tuesday was a success. Congrats, girl!But I have to admit that this event has taken a big piece out of my vitality for the week… She was coordinating the Fashion show and

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1129972987532575412005-10-22T17:18:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:08:54.446+08:00

*Hung my head in shame*You might imagine how it might turn out to be – 6,000 Robinsons female shoppers are invited for a night of shopping with great offers/bargains and freebies to be collected.Newspaper Headlines:-World War III strikes Singapore… Right smacked in Orchard RoadWhere the ladies were beyond control; where hurling complaints rained down like grenades and bombs, where queues for

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1129644777687044642005-10-18T21:55:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:08:54.308+08:00

I tasted blood in my mouth…My heart has a frenzy life of its own.. skipping away like no one’s business. My throat hurts like hell.. I seriously suspect that I am about to pass out... Maybe die in the Paragon office’s ladies and no one will discovere my body till the next day…So…. I did not fulfill the promise I lay for myself – see a doctor when unwell - I dragged it till I’m having Strepsils as

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1129340097887122462005-10-15T09:25:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:08:54.172+08:00

Me and my mouth…. Just get to know from Ethan’s blog that he couldn’t get access to MSN anymore… some kinda technical problems… BooHoooo… Take care, pal..Realized why I have been sick this past month with Mercury… I have developed a expensive habit - I need to be out of Singapore every now and then!Frankly speaking, I don’t recall falling sick during any of my overseas assignments, despite harsh,

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1129214879111305842005-10-13T22:41:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:08:54.112+08:00

Been sick again.. (Ya.. AGAIN!!) But with so much gentle, loving care from my family and friends, they made it almost bearable. I am back on my sturdy feet within 2 days.... : ) Boy.. was I glad that I managed to get well, regaining colour on my then pale face in time..Am having an early morning meeting with the Robinsons at their Centrepoint store (we are organizing a Ladies Night for them). Saw

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By the time we found a club that allowed all of us (age ranging 19 to 30+) in… its already 1am… And at this hour, The Ladies toilet was the hottest place in Double O with longer queue than a betting outlet on Saturday….Reason being –“Passing Out parade” out in the cubicles, human purging in progress… quite chaotic situation inside… just in short of hair pulling brawls.Drowning 4 shooters at a go

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1128752755728954792005-10-08T13:21:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:08:53.910+08:00

Stranded alone at Thumper. Goodwood Park Hotel.....Anxiety. Guests were filing in at my reception desk and none of Mercury staff was here to help out….Grateful. Yus, Thumper bouncer and Bob, Event photographer were doing their best to help me in controlling the situation.When guests arrived…“Hello!! Good evening.. Welcome to La Promenade! Can I have your name?”Search for names among the bloody

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For some reasons, people have been confiding in me lately, as if I’m some kinda love guru.. Well, I’m not (maybe just a veteran….heh heh… ) Should my one-cent worth advice make things worse than it is now…HELLOO Friend! Follow them at your own risk. Don’t come finger-pointing hoh… I’ll bite them off! The astounding truth of all times - most of the people who called in Ashley Agony Hotline were my

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1128248912533602762005-10-02T18:09:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:08:53.777+08:00

This is outrageous. Absolutely insulting. I am already damned 25 and have to be checked by the bouncer - where Double O’s minimum age entry is 18years old???What’s more infuriating was that I was singled out from my group of friends.Am so used to people commenting that I look hell young. Jeanette the new colleague took on the Mercury’s traditional age guessing game on her 1st day. Like all others

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1128143984312610252005-10-01T13:18:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:08:53.710+08:00

I saw him again at the show last night.He walked over to me, asking if I’ve seen Daniel or the 2 ushering models. He remembered my name… Can’t wipe that silly grin off my face with him around. (Can’t stop gushing to Ethan about him neither… Ethan merely just answered – “Siao Cha Whore” and said I need a social escort now… to release myself)Hmph! *angry* Shall continue my gushing on my blog!Hmm..

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Would like to thank you guys for showing concern for me when I was sick. : ) I’m all well, alive and kicking now..A friend called me right after he read my blog, reacting like I have contacted a terminal disease. Only after much assurance, he was then convinced that I am not going to die any moment soon. Perhaps the post “delirious rambling” was a tad too dramatic…. Talking about wanting to die..

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So it’s Sunday...Since yesterday, you’ll see me slogging over the computer, trying to finish a PowerPoint presentation for tomorrow with a nagging headache. (Quite used to that pain now.. it’s there- the first to greet me every morning)Never thought that having PowerPoint and Photoshop skills are essential in my job. Think Wenting will be very proficient with them (she’s in charge of all our

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1127110615063709342005-09-19T13:53:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:08:53.469+08:00

Maybe I am better off dead now...This has been a constant thought on my mind for the past few days..Hold it. Before you came barging into my house with that holy rescue mission, please bring a couple of my favourite egg tarts and a few entertaining DVDs for me.I am sick~for the past 1 week and I hate being sick with all my guts. It had covered me with self-pity and pain. I cried like a baby last

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1126793601512706842005-09-15T21:22:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:08:53.408+08:00

Challenger F1: Ashley KoPrep work: Very light lunch and walked around 1/2 of Spore Challenger M1: Ethan LeePrep work: Skip Lunch and went to gymChallenger M2: Gerald LeePrep work: Skip last night's dinner, actual day's breakfast and lunch......The Battle at the line begins.... A: Eat with grace, boyz... We in 5 star hotel leh G: Grace your head! WE ARE SITTING RIGHT INFRONT OF THE CHOCOLATE

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1126606851603021342005-09-13T22:30:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:08:53.347+08:00

Flip.. Flip..Stare! Stare!Flip.. Flip.. Move closer..Stare!I wish I can dug out his eyes. Apparently my glaring didnt send the message- Fuck off- across well. Pervert. Moved to the Women's magazine section. After a few minutes, he proceeded to stand beside me, flipping Cleo mindlesslyFlip.. Flip..Stare! Stare!Whoever said that you can meet Mr Right in Bookstores, is so full of crap..This sicko

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1126189873267858412005-09-10T23:34:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:08:53.165+08:00

Hurhurhurhurhur...That's Ethan's last message for me via MSN.. He had left for Bangkok on Thurs. Wanted to drag him down to Liquid Room for that Beat Boxing Competition tonight but don't think anyone else will be interested. Boohoooo....My dear wormy Lynn. What you don't believe in.... DOES EXIST! Stop viewing guys with those lusty eyes... I do believe in Platonic friendships with the opposite

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1125848606002672952005-09-08T13:52:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:08:53.106+08:00

VIOLATED... OUTRAGED......I felt so disgusted. I can't believe this is happening.... in the broad daylight..I was tricked.......... into touching Vodka's ......*ahem*!It's the mating season for my precious Dog, Vodka... and she had been whining for the past 3 days to get someone or ANYONE to touch her *ahem*...HORNY and DESPERATE this morning, she resorted to park her black butt, few inches from

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1125773633673056092005-09-05T16:36:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:08:53.045+08:00

Made a couple of new friends.. They were all gays, without a doubt.Sipping my Screwdriver in MOX, I was preoccupied with lapping up the sights of God's unique creations... Men with great bods and dashing good looks that have little or no urge to procreate.They were all out looking for love, intmacy and thrill.. As I listened to a friend's woes on his uncertainties about love... I couldn't help

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1125732446449619352005-09-04T03:55:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:08:52.982+08:00

His body was rigid... He grasped... clenched his jaws... kept chanting feverishly...OMG OMG OMG....I thought he gonna have a seizure àny time soon...That's Ben... watching Red Eye with me, both of us at the mercy of building suspense as the movie built up to its climax...But watching Ben's varied expressions was equally entertaining.... Hahaha... I think fellow movie goners behind us tempted to

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1125323908822535772005-08-30T14:51:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:08:52.866+08:00

Dreams for thoughtsAren't dreams amazing? They always seem to be tellin u something.. to pre-empt the future.. to reveal what exactly you are subconsciously thinking or feeling.. Or perhaps just for entertainment purposes for your restless mind.Again, I dreamt of being held tightly by a stranger last night... As usual you won't be able to remember his face when you woke up.... but there's

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1125330302337319942005-08-30T14:14:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:08:52.924+08:00

Those Cheenas ahhhh....At times, I really feel that Chinese are the most insolent and rudest creatures on Earth.... (yes, including Singaporeans as well)Riding a crammed full bus back from work.. As my office is in Little India, without a doubt, there's lots of Indians and Bangladeshis passengers as well.A Chinese lady with a child boarded the bus.. A Bangladeshi stood up and gave up his seat for

Ashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07428103479064663815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15881653.post-1125215222931356292005-08-29T03:15:00.000+08:002006-10-19T22:08:52.799+08:00

Really dislike Friendster's auto function of sending email to inform my friends of my new blog post. Don't like to broadcast the message of "HEY!! I did something yesterday!"or "HEY!! I'm bloody too free.. So here come MOREEEE blogging!" to the whole wide world. So here am I at Blogspot... Thou shalt read about moi; only if thou interested or an avid fan of moi... : pI will like to apologise to

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