Tatty Cow

Just do it

2010-05-23T21:24:00.003+08:00

My life for the past 5 days had been waiting desperately for the painkiller to kick in and numb me from pain. The decision to rob my bank for a greater purpose – that is beauty, had finally been made. I won’t be going through the pain for nothing because I know all the advantages that will come with a nice set of teeth. =) What motivates me even more is rus’s msn status that read – “if you can’t find 3 reasons not to do it then just do it”. Yes madam, I hear you.

Actually, I have been contemplating for years about braces and kept putting it off until recently. The dentist I visited ~~conned~~ encouraged me to correct the alignments as my tongue had been deprived from its rightful space due to a dislocated tooth. Also, a lot of plague can form behind the teeth on my lower jaw due to the V-shaped like valley which encouraged bacteria and plague, making my gums unhealthy. So after googling and collecting some information from friends that have wore braces, I’m going for it.

The first step to a nice set of teeth is extraction, and there can only be one word to describe the process – barbaric!! Both my jaws were overpopulated and judging from the space limit, I need a total of 3 extractions, of which 2 were done. The process was traumatizing and I would have ended up in a mental hospital if I hadn’t closed my eyes. Seriously don’t wish to describe the process in details… I also saw my wisdom teeth on the X-ray films, and felt like I’m seeing my unborn babies. Haha.. They were heavily deprived from space and remained deeply buried inside my gums. It was actually a blessing because all my babies were horrendously positioned and I can’t imagine the pain I will have to go through to get them aborted.

Till now, the extractions sites hurt on and off pretty much and occasionally, there will be bitter liquid oozing out!! I reckon they are blood platelets for healing. But the jaws… arghhhh…a struggle!! I wondered how bruised my jaw bones were as they were aching and sore regardless of whether or not I take the medications. I was paranoid that my jaws will literally drop when I felt them moving while having the first meal after extractions!! Sadly, it is still moving now. Not looking forward to my next extraction. =(

As for LZ, I guess he gotta put up with my foul temper for a while. Though he didn’t see me for days until yesterday, I know he is still a very good liar when I asked how ugly I look.

Home Alone

2010-03-16T22:38:00.006+08:00

There is nothing to do on a lonely Tuesday night, and nothing interesting is airing over the radio tonight!! I'm dead bored… Someone save me!!! Since LZ kept bugging me to update my blog but I’m always too happy to write, I shall attempt to write something tonight. =) Dinner was great with his company and the long way home triggered deep thoughts. So deep I had forgotten to put the groceries into the fridge!!

I was captivated with the general mindset of guys, which I think is predictable. To put it simply, there is less emotions to talk about, and their actions follow a flowchart. They were programmed and engineered to function in a certain way, like in the dating scene, guys switch to the default mode to look for girls. Basically like computing program.

The computing module from years back is haunting me tonight, so let me try k?

#include (courage)
#define (ladies)

int main
{ scanf (ladies = real boobs + butt)}

if (lady= I_think_she’s_the_one)
{printf (can I date you?) }
if (reply = ok)

Start dating:

Go_to_Shopping Mall;
Shopping Mall:
{smile; hold hands; evaluation}

if (lady= not_really_my_type)
{printf (Let’s break up)
return to main}

else (continue dating)

Go_to_Movie;
Movie:
{Hand on her shoulder; popcorn; smile; kiss}

if (someone better comes along)
{scanf (that girl better than this girl?)
if (answer = true)
{dump present girlfriend}

else (continue dating)

dating period > x years
{printf (Will you marry me?)}
if (answer = yes)
exit program

else (choose option 1 or 2)
{option 1 = continue dating; option 2 = dump girlfriend}

return {home}

The program is my thoughts and probably wouldn’t work if you copy it into a compiler. =P Writing this is killing my brain cells!!

Oh yes!! Before turning to bed, I have to say that LZ treats me the best!! (smiling from ear to ear) I had a sore throat, slight fever yesterday and a pimple in my ear. LZ bought me herbal tea and delivered it in person to my office (a big deal for someone to travel all the way to the ulu-est part of Singapore you know)!! What else can I say? I feel sorry for the rest of the women as I got the best guy out there. Hehehe… Ok, I'm so childish.

Nitez. Yawn~

Down with flu

2010-01-02T17:45:00.000+08:00

What an exciting way to start the year. Was suppose to head back to school this morning but I reckon it should be alright to leave my experiment running till Monday. Thought of reading up the book - basic concept in immunology, but my head started spinning. Thus, I had been doing nothing!! If I had been doing anything at all, it would be blowing my nose furiously. SNEEZE!! What a better way to wind down this last long holydays…

The last few days of 2009 were simply amusing. It was the first time I ever stayed out till dawn with my girls on Xmas, and never gotten a scolding back home. We had steamboat cum BBQ and dessert at Bugis before hanging out at King Albert Park’s Mac for an overnight chat and camwhore till breakfast at 4am. A straight 12 hours non-stop chat session, I’m impressed!!

Christmas was spent completing a jig-saw puzzle I chose at LZ’s place and a simple dinner with his family. On the 26th, we attended a heartwarming wedding solemnization at an art gallery before heading for a Christmas party at Charlotte’s place. There was enough food for an army thus explaining why we almost died from food overdose. The party was one of the best I’ve ever attended in years, because the people (plus Mika, her dog) were really fun!! On the 28th, my BBF (backside best friend, Jeremy) decided to give me my long overdue birthday treat. You see, he is my BBF not without a reason. We had some Thai specialties at one of the award winning resturants at Chijmes, and BBF tried to impress the Filipino waitress with his hopeless tagalog. Hahaha!!! I almost died laughing.

Countdown was without LZ but nevertheless, it was an unusual one. We were contemplating on where to go after dinner since most places would be overcrowded and before we knew it, we were playing card games and admiring the fireworks at Rus’s rooftop. That’s not the end yet. That night, I inherited a 2 dollar note on my way up the lift back home. Someone’s bad luck is my good luck!! Happy new year and that sums up 2009.

Pretty excited to meet my girl-friends tomorrow for games and even more delighted to learn that LZ will finally be coming back after his trip. Was actually quite upset when I slipped an opportunity to chat with him yesterday. It was my fault. For now, I just wish that the flu bug would get off my back before I blow my nose away. AarhhhChooo~!!

2009-11-11T23:18:00.002+08:00

31536000 seconds of ecstasy...

525600 minutes of encouragement...

8760 hours of devotion...

365 days of comfort...

52 weeks of bliss...

12 months of joy...

A year of love.

Life is beautiful…again.

09 09 09

2009-09-09T21:03:00.002+08:00

It had been a year, a month and a day since 08 08 08, where gamblers and the like pooled resources in hoping for a windfall. Just like a year ago, where the date favors gamblers, today is an auspicious day that carries the meaning of longevity for couples to dive into the tomb of love. I thought bragging about how auspicious today seemed tasteless, but moving away from the conventional topic isn’t easy either.

Since today will be a special day for many to consider marriage, I suppose a marriage need some suspends and little secrets to keep the flame burning? Now, I have a question – What will you lie about, towards your partner?

Let’s be frank, even the holiest man on earth lies, thus I lied too!! Yes, no doubt lying is wrong, and whatever you have fabricated might come back and slap you twice as hard. Though this might be the case, lies still spurt freely from the mouth… In my opinion, women will most probably lie about their bank account while men, their whereabout.

I realized I will NEVER find out how much my girl-friends have in their bank accounts, neither would they ever find out about mine. Though it is quite common to hear us complaining about the serious drought in our accounts, we will still splurge when we come across nice shoes, bags, accessories etc… How ironic. I am not sure if any of them dig into their next pay check, but so long as they are happy, and don’t borrow from me, I’m fine with it.

As for my guy friends, I realized they are pretty hard to locate. Take for instance, my good friend, J. A typical scenario would be:

Me: Where are you?
J: Oh… coming…coming…
Me: Ok, how long will you take?
J: Reaching soon… on my way already. Give me 5 minutes.

5 minutes later

Me: WHERE ARE YOU??
J: Chill… don’t be angry. Coming soon…I just left my place.

Ok, perhaps I am stereotyping. Guys and girls lie equally much about their bank account and whereabout. Is that privacy?? LZ refused to tell me how much he’s earning, and each time I probe further, he will give me 4 random digits and suggest that I should rearrange them the way I want his salary to be like. -_- If I do a permutation, there will be 24 combinations and only 4% chance of getting it right. He surely knows how to play this game ya?? Either that, or he will shove me away with a number that seemed politically correct, but I doubt so. Is this the little secret awaiting to be discovered?? As for me, I can hardly lie about my whereabout because I am too predictable. The places I go are quite limited and I never bother to cover my traces.

So I guess having mutual trust and constant guessing games are ways to keep a marriage/relationship alive. If the lie isn’t going to hurt, it will make the bond between 2 people stronger. If it does hurt, say two timing, it isn’t hard to decide on a banana split down his pants!!!

What will you lie about, towards your partner??

Bye bye, cells

2009-08-18T16:46:00.001+08:00

This week has been a jittery sort for me. I’ve been everywhere trying to sort out my work and it hasn’t gone anywhere. So I guess what happened yesterday should have come as a no-surprise. When I stepped into the cell culture lab in the morning, the carbon dioxide indicator on the incubator reads 9% instead of the usual 5. I shuddered. Now, the lab I was working at isn’t exactly new, so it was no big deal for equipments to go haywire. Anyway, the cells had been incubated over the weekend and I have to take them out since changing the medium and checking on them is a must. Happily, I got everything prepared and peeped under the microscope. To my horror, I see no sign of life or any sign of cell proliferation. Perfect. I stoned for a minute or two, thinking of what could have gone wrong over the weekend. When my mind clears, the word “incubator” popped up. Ahaa… Apparently my intuition is a spot-on. Seeing 9% carbon dioxide in the morning meant trouble.

Now, I’m no expert. And I have no idea what excessive carbon dioxide can do to those delicate cells. So I took out my phone and texted the expert, waited for minutes before she came hurriedly. It was an agony. It felt like a drama - waiting outside the operation theatre for the doctor to announce the patient is dead. Ok, I am exaggerating but you get the gist of it right? Yes, the cells were half dead, not fully dead yet. I reported the fault and the earliest the vendors could get it fixed is today. And this morning, I checked. My cells are dead. There goes my effort. Anyway, sacrifices are necessary in cell work and no point blaming anyone because everyone’s experiment failed!! After the entire episode-of-the-day, I had a rolling good time at the welcome week. It was a total waste of time, but having free lunch and taking a stroll around school thereafter with some friends was refreshing. Before long, it was evening and my wonderful LZ was waiting to go home with me. Wow…I didn’t know it take so little to make my day!!

Another thing. I was drying some powder dissolved in toxic solvent and in a flurry, I slammed the oven door on my hand just now. Don’t ask me how.

I realized it’s only Tuesday, and it is already so eventful.

Diamonds

2009-08-04T17:02:00.001+08:00

I realized age is finally catching up with me when fine crow-feet start appearing at the corner of my sparkling eyes. It no longer frightens me when kids came calling me auntie, because I had come to term with me being “no longer very young”. At the gathering recently with LZ’s friends, the topics brought on the table were indeed frightening – career, housing and marriage. I was like – I beg your pardon!?! Those were my parents’ conversational topics I never bothered to take part in. I should cherish every moment from now lest before I knew it, the next topic brought on the table would be retirement…

However, I totally enjoyed the debates between me and LZ on diamond rings when it comes to engagement. For the fact that my guy thinks buying a costly piece of stone is not worth the sincerity of love, is annoying. No, I am not getting hitch, but it started off with that sparkling diamond on the finger of one of his female friends.

LZ think diamonds are overrated, for the fact that he could buy more with the same amount than a piece of shiny accessory. That is true but diamond are expensive not without reasons. In my theory, diamond possesses an aura that is undeniable, to wand off potential predators on your territory. The bigger and brighter the diamond, the more secure is your territory. It’s like telling predators to fish off, even when you’re not by her side. Hahaha!!! I know I’m lame but it’s true.

Ok, be serious. From past experiences buying diamonds, I’ve learnt quite a bit from the jewelers. Basically, all women know that there are 4 Cs that make diamonds expensive. They are – carat, colour, clarity and cut.

If my memory didn’t fail me, carat refers to the size of the diamond. Obviously the bigger, the better, very straight forward.

Colour is no doubt - the colour. It ranges from colourless, grade D being the best and most expensive, to tinted yellow, the cheaper ones.

Clarity refers to the amount of impurities seen under the microscope. Flawless diamonds are the most expensive since it do not interfere with reflected light within the diamond.

Lastly, the cut. No matter how good a diamond is, it need the prefect cut to enable it to shine to its greatest potential. The prefect cut will reflect 100% light through the top after reflected from the bottom to give it a glittering shine. Jewelers call that brilliance.

But of course, prices vary with the final design and brand. And yes, certification of diamond is important too. Do not try imitating a diamond using a swarovski crystal. It won’t work. You will not only lose your future spouse, but also her trust. The perfect proposal would be having the guy go down on one knee and propose with a diamond ring so bright that the girl has to wear shades in order to keep her composure.

Anyway, guys have nothing to loss when it comes to diamond because flowers will wilt and chocolates will melt. But diamonds are forever!!!

Suddenly, it feels so good to be a woman!!! Wahahahaha……

Back from the dead

2009-06-15T14:53:00.003+08:00

I’m not dead to begin with and in fact, nothing close to dead in any way. But I have to admit that the long absence has made me quite rusty on the keyboard and blogging once a month had somehow become a habit. Though greasing the gears will be easy, making the engine run to its once optimum pace will be hard. The reasons for my absence are aplenty, some really trivial but exciting. So this blog of mine is as good as dead. I’ll try to revive it, to the best that I can.

I’m currently sitting in my office, sipping on my green water bottle while typing this. I had just finished writing the “Experimental” part of the paper, so here’s a short break. Thinking back, I’ve not had a proper break for the longest time. Life had never been as exciting/busy/enriching as compared to the last couple of months.

I’m hyperventilating!!! So happy with too many things!!! Forget about weekdays, those are days I’ll be committed to work and nothing else. But when it comes to weekend, I’ll be drained with activities. Be it shopping, gatherings, sports, or any other random activity, I just felt blessed. Am I crazy or what???

Last Saturday, I was in heels when I was out. It wasn’t high, not at all. Just 2.5 inch or so I thought. It was among my favourite pair among the 10 other odd pairs sitting on the shoe rack. Within hours, there was a burning sensation on the fourth toe on both legs!!! Blisters, damn it!!! My heels were not even new to start off with. I ended up taking off the back strap to allow more space for my toes and prevent exaggerating the already swollen toes. My feet were usually accustomed to flats, sandals or shoes on most occasions, but is there a way to wear heels without getting blisters?? Do I really need to tear my hair and wear heels till my skin is thick enough to counter all blisters, or are heels not worth the pain?? Even those silicon gels sold in pharmacies were not a bit helpful for my poor feet. =(

Some girls said heels can trim the calf, and good for exercising balancing skills. It’s crap!!! I think it is more like training leng zai’s back and arms. When my feet suffered, he offered to piggyback me home. Since I think I’m not very light, I was afraid I’ll break his back. I didn’t wish to become a liability, really. But I admit that I enjoyed the piggyback ride home. =)

Maybe I'll consider wearing heels again. *wink*

Happy Mummy's Day

2009-05-10T16:16:00.002+08:00

I was browsing through Facebook when I realized how time had flied. Quite a number of friends are already happily married and had started their family at my age. Some are already parents for a few years now and another couple is on their way to parenthood. I am really amazed by how much they had grew over the years, from pampered youngsters to tomorrow’s parents.

Bringing up a child must be really tough, and I’m sure not many are up to it. Parenthood will change a person habit, attitude and social life. Not just the parents, the grandparents also have to make sacrifices. I was touched when I heard Leng Zai dad’s determination to quit smoking on account of his grandchildren. It meant giving up a habit he held for years to exchange for the better health of little lives. Awww… So sweet.

Mummy had given up working in the society ever since she got married. She chose to work from home so as to spend more time with me and my brother, and make sure we don’t mix with bad companion. She’s protective and make sure whoever bully us will lane up in deep shit. I remembered once where there was a guy who picked on me and pulled my hair. I went home crying and the very next day, mummy confronted him. She made him missed his school bus and that had left him stranded in school. Hahaha!!!!

In today’s society, not many married woman are willing to stay at home, especially when expenses are so high. However, they show their love in other ways. Hiring a maid, for instance, ensures that their kids are taken care of, but those mums also take safety precautions such as installing a CCTV to monitor the maid. As for me, I’m still very much a kid myself and wouldn’t be ready to take on the role as someone’s mum for many years to come.

To all the women who had dedicated their lives to their kids and family, Happy Mother’s Day!!!

An unexpected fling

2009-04-02T11:10:00.002+08:00

What can be worst than sending a text message to unintended recipient?? And I mean sending a text message meant for a boyfriend to another guy!! Silly me did just that!! I left my friend dumbfounded for a second and laughing out loud for the next couple of hours…

I was lucky enough that he is my good friend and it’s impossible between us. That had saved me from a lot of embarrassment. Still, I need to clarify things with him and drag him down from cloud nine back to earth. He seemed overjoyed to realize I had a “crush” on him!! Wahahaha!!

Here are some screenshots to show you how evil my friend had been…

He laughed and laughed and laughed…

oops!!

If I said I love him or I miss him… I won’t know how to face him anymore!!!!

So he wants to threaten me with that message and refuse to delete it.

Anyway, he knows who should be the intended recipient so I guess it’s alright after all. =)

Hahahaha!!! But still... I think this is funny...

Smile

2009-03-25T16:27:00.001+08:00

It has been quite the hiatus, but I'm back with a sprained right shoulder. To make matter worst, I had to load an 8kg mold set onto the lab press machine situated so high up all by myself!! This had gravely agitated the muscles on my shoulder and I can hardly move it now. The knocking of bones against each other disgust me!! I felt as though my arm is dislocated, but I’m pretty sure it is still intact and very much attached to my body.

Breaks are pretty much the best invention ever, thus I am taking a break from lab work today, sitting at my desk and typing away. Many thoughts crossed my mind but I cannot decide on which I should be penning down. To be honest, life is quite mundane and always revolving around work, work and more work.

Freak not, I’ve had enough of work and I wouldn’t use the space here today to update on the progress of my project. Suddenly, I don’t know what to write. It seemed like I’ve lost all inspiration within seconds as I’m staring hard at that smiling yellow cow on the table. Oh yes… Cows… Ever wonder why I started this blog and named it Tatty Cow a few years back??

Seriously, I can hardly remember now. All I know is that it tells a story, whether or not you hear it is another matter. I have been through a lot over the years, aged and had grown wiser. Sometimes, I feel older than my actual age, when my actions in dealing with certain situation stunned myself. In fact, this blog had taught me to believe that I have to respect myself before gaining the respect from others.

And yes, I know I’ve done it when I took the first step in walking out of the shadow that once tied down my self-esteem, realizing that I still love myself and happier than before. No, there is no secret to happiness. Why get affected by others who deemed I’m useless or not up-to-their-mark?? I live life once and I’m determined to make it colourful. I set the standards, I achieve them, and I feel proud of myself. That’s more than enough.

I looked into the mirror to welcome a different me.

I smile.

Starting Afresh and Moving On

2009-01-11T19:24:00.002+08:00

Been a month since I wrote. My lappy had been exceptionally slow recently and that just killed my passion to blog. Thus, I have decided to revamp it and start afresh. But before that, I have to choose the important documents and save them into an external hard disk. To be frank, I don’t have many documents, besides my FYP, assignments, a chunk of journals and a hell lot of pictures!!!

Viewing the pictures was like walking down memory lane. I won’t deny that I am one who treasures memories, but I am not a hard disk. Ok, I sound weird… But I mean my memories are unlimited and that memories cannot be “overwrite”.

I don’t know about you, but personally, I feel that certain memories are best left at the bay. I was looking through a set of pictures that were taken months back, and wondering how things had turned so ugly. It wasn’t an amazing journey from the start, but the ride just stopped suddenly like a power failure, at least for me. Perhaps it is a blessing in disguise and a chance for the both of us again. I won’t delete the pictures; neither will I overwrite it. Instead, I will allow them to fade into the background. Who knows?? It might become part of my forgotten memories and when I dig it up a decade later, I will have a good laugh.

2008 was a marvellous year, all year round, and especially so towards the end. To round it up, my project had been proceeding well, my tuition kid was behaving and I was treated to a windfall from cupid. I am happy.

2009 is a brand new start. I am giving myself another chance, to impress my boss with my work, to teach well and pull my kid through PSLE, to foster closer bonds with my family and also to create “our memories” together.

LZ…Whatever happened in the past doesn’t really matter, you can choose to keep or discard. What’s important is the future, and I hope we’ll mould it well. =)

Let's move on!!!

Beautiful excuse

2008-12-02T21:24:00.004+08:00

Amidst the jostling crowd,
You shone out against the gloom.
As I opened my smeared eyes in the sickly light of dawn,
All I thought of - was you.
A kiss on my cheek was a sweet surprise,
The card at my gate brought me alive.
Like fireworks that sparkled in the deepening twilight,
You enveloped me with everlasting joy.

Gone were the days, the happy times,
Where you sheltered me like an old oak tree.
You’ve turned into a sheer grey wall of ice,
When you casted me aside for your precious time.
The ocean was a little bigger that night,
Because of the tears you’ve made me cried.
I took a breathe, my heart had sank,
I knew it was never meant to be like that.

My mind was a whirlpool of chaos,
We were worlds apart, you were never mine.
You pleaded with me, with a beautiful excuse,
As tears sprang from my eye, I forgave you.
Time and again, you did it once more,
I took my final breath, my heart had died.
When silence grew like an insurmountable obstacle,
We knew it was time to say goodbye.

Months passed swiftly and then a year,
I hurled myself in my busy world.
Staying up late into moronic hours,
Wishing that life would be much simpler.

When my day became as dark as night,
You walked into my choppy life.
I knew I will be alright,
Where everything had turned out fine.
As lightning flash across the sky,
I was embraced by you with eternal joy.
Anxiety overcame me as seconds ticked by,
My heart has once again, come alive!!

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Just for laugh

(Click for larger view)

Hahaha!!! What do you think??

Updates

2008-10-21T22:38:00.002+08:00

Phew~ After slogging through 7 and a half hours of lessons without break yesterday, I have decided to sleep till noon and stay home today. I am still feeling drained since it had been a week filled with deadlines. Both the poster and online tests that were due yesterday had taken much of my energy. The poster presentation had turned out well, though I was smoking the teacher with information I didn’t even know existed. I guess presentation works on the basis of 3Cs. Convince, confuse and con. It always works!! Or it is money back guarantee.

That’s my partner – “Calcium” and me in front of our poster.

For the lecture, I was unprepared and could hardly understand the topic. Diffraction, reciprocal lattice, bright field, dark field…. Only 20% was absorbed, and the rest were filtered away. Actually, I start getting nervous when I hardly understand lectures these days, because they were just so hard and I do not have tutorials to fall back on. I think tutorials really help students understand the topic. =(

On a bright side, 14 October just passed and I’ve turned 23. I never fail to blog about my birthday each year so it won’t be an exception this year too. 23 had once seemed so old when I was a teenager, and I always wish that time will stop when I turn 21, but obviously my wish was not granted.

This year, I was singing myself a birthday song under the romantic moonlight while walking home alone when the clock struck 12. My last traumatizing encounter of age 22 was that I saw a bangala peeing along the roadside under the streetlight. Horrified, I squeak like a mouse and crossed over to the other side of the road immediately. Shortly after, well wishes came pouring in to dilute the gross sight. What a way to end the day…

My birthday this year is slightly different from the previous years, with the fact that I am now single. Well, let me just come clean and face it. I do not wish to bad mouth him and what had happened is solely between the two of us. The main reason why we had gone separate way was due to the fact that I was an agnostic polytheist while he is a monotheist. End of story.

Anyway, I do enjoy my birthday; especially the few celebrations with some friends whom I never thought will give a damn about me. People like yl and derrick were the two who had given me a shock but brighten up my day, while Mr Kennedy and Mr Pole never fails to put a smile back onto my gloomy face. Not to mention, some sec school and college friends I spent over the weekend had also given me a push in life.

That’s Mr Pole, who insisted that we ate a chicken with 4 legs.

That’s Mr Pole puking after eradicating the entire meat platter.

Zhen do not wish to be featured, so I’ll let her have a happy face. =)

I *heart* rus!!!

I *heart* manda too!!!

As I grow older, I feel that my birthday is just another day. But this year, amazing things just keep happening. I woke up in the morning with a beautiful sunflower blooming outside the window. Yes, my sunflower is finally blossoming after 3 months!!

Taken on my birthday, even before I brush my teeth!!

So to speak, I grew myself a birthday gift. However, my plant is a complete flop because it never grew straight and the flower is facing the floor. Isn’t it obvious from the picture?? Right, first attempt failed. I will try this out again soon.

My mum’s plant is growing straight up, why is mine like that?? *scratch head*

Birthday presents that I received this year is even more amazing. Don’t believe?? I’ll show.

A panda-cow with sunflower

A nice long belt

A gorgeous brown shoulder bag

Lots of snacks

And an aeroplane

How can I not be happy??

TGIF

2008-10-03T21:48:00.003+08:00

So happy!! TGIF and I am already immersing myself into the long awaited weekend since this morning!! Not to mention, I just cleared my polymer quiz after mugging for 2 days, or was it 3?? And yes, I have not updated my blog the entire month which had been the same interface; even I don’t bother to visit my blog anymore. But an email from flobber chatterbox that threatened to delete my account had prompted me to start blogging again. So yes, I had lost all my composures and wouldn’t it be nice to start all over again??

Life had been hectic this semester with lessons packed back to back for a week earlier last month. Actually, I am starting to get used to my kind of lifestyle, that is, 5 and a half days dedicated to school work and the rest of my time reserved for friends and family. Everything went well as planned thus far, and I am feeling the adrenaline rush each time Friday arrives!! =)

To be very honest, I am glad I chose this path and enjoying my ride. Not that I am ignorant of the global economic slowdown, the F1, the China food scare (not again!!) or news of transport charging up by 4cents while electric bills to rocket 22%. I am aware of all that’s happening… but I am still optimistic.

Just my two cents worth. What happens tomorrow is affected by what we had done today. We reap what we sow, fair and square. The Americans knew their past actions might lead to catastrophic disaster, so they deserve a lesson learnt. The Chinese choose to taint the milk with melamine, so the world banned their products. No fault in that, and I mean, serve them right!! But I missed the white rabbit sweet. =(

Speaking about China milk, a friend sent a rather racist but hilarious sms a week ago. In the message, directed to mostly guys, read – If your girlfriend or wife is from china, do not drink her milk. Subjected to approval by AVA. I almost died laughing!! I pity the farmers who had to pour away the milk, because it was not their fault but had to share the losses and ruined reputation with the few black sheep. In short, don’t blame the cows, blame the sheeps. It was also a pity to pour away tons of fresh milk when it might have saved millions of starving children if that had been sent to poorer countries around the world. Yeah, I think I have a heart of gold.

And I really do!! Just 2 weeks ago, also on a Friday, I was approached by a friend to do volunteering work at a home. It was a humble place, opposite SRJC, that housed teenage girls that had experienced domestic violence, been sexually abused or had just been released from girls’ home. We did gardening with minimal tools, like scissors to cut grass…-_- but it was the interaction that amused me. Some girls had tattoos and it seemed to me the F word was screaming from their face each time they were irritated. But they had very good emotional control and never did I hear a single indecent word throughout my 4 hours of interaction with them. With that, I salute them and they truly deserve a second chance. Every good deal comes with a price… My arms were sun burnt and are no longer as evenly tanned as before.

As for F1, I caught a glimpse of the pre-race from the National Library and it was truly amazing!! “Superb” if I were to describe in one word. If not for the family portrait taking on Sunday, I will be down at the Grand prix to witness how Massa was shoved back to 18th position in his Ferrari, or how many others had their cars going up in flame after ramping into the wall. Hahaha!!! Well, I might still have chances in the future.

Oh yes, in 2 weeks time, I’ll turn 23. *Ahem* How time flies. It is a mixed feeling, and I already know I will be celebrating with my tuition kid on my big day. But I will also be having a post Bday celebration with my secondary school friends and jl who deliberately called to book a slot in my schedule. Feel kind of lucky to have friends standing by me. I’m so blessed!!

Totally random

2008-08-31T22:40:00.001+08:00

It must been a really long time since I blogged because I cannot even remember my blogger password!!! Tried 4 times before getting it correct… Phew~ I think my memory is failing me.

Things just keep accumulating in my life, and within a short span of time, I realized how lonely I am. Is it really true when a person says – the higher you climb, the lonelier you will be?? It had been a month since I started afresh as graduate student and I am really in love with my project. To put it simply, I am in fact, satisfied.

But I am greedy. I want so much more. I really miss undergraduate years, my truckload of friends, and the ones who will slog through projects and deadlines together. Gone were those days. Now, I sit in the graduate room like one of the minorities in a huge community. To be exact, we were seated in columns of 6, and my neighbours were either from China, India or Indonesia. I am taking a corner seat next to a China man. I don’t know him yet, not even his name. But I guess he is one of those easy going person, so please do not prove me wrong. Seated behind me is my friend from India, and his name is Prata. The thought of him make me hungry, and I hope he showers daily. He’s a nice guy and I am his first friend when we met in the office on the day of matriculation. Seated adjacent behind me is my fellow course mate from undergraduate year, the well known Harry Potter!!! Ok, except he lacks the scar and the magic power.

The other day when I said I was lonely on facebook, the funniest reply I got was from cute meerah. I have answered your question, didn’t I?? Though I am not the only Singaporean around, we are still considered the minorities now.

For the past one month, my life was about reading journals and money making. I am starting to pick up knowledge required and I am rather pleased with my performance so far. As for money making, my tuition job is not giving me too much satisfaction but the money comes in just fine. Speaking about my tuition kid, he is one of those atrocious kids in the class. As Michael Phelps and Usain Bolt aim for the shortest time to break world records, my kid aim for the lowest score to break the Guinness world record!!! Goodness me!!! I think I will lose my job soon at this rate…

Speaking about money, let’s sidetrack a bit here.

Graduate students are very poor. Let me emphasize – VERY POOR!!! I was merely even surviving on the meagre salary I got as a tuition teacher, and had been waiting for the end of the month since the beginning of school. And till now, this very day and time, my stipend is not in yet!!! I checked my account this morning, anticipating a sudden surge in my bank account but nothing of that sort happened. I wonder when the money will be in, though not a lot, but enough to pull me through.

I was complaining to my brother this morning and he suggested I should protest. Like you know, gather my China, India and Indonesia counterparts to speaker’s corner with big cardboards and start protesting. And screaming out from the cardboards are the words “Scholarship Scam!!!” Hilarious!!!

Okok, the above was just wild imaginations.

Weekends past swiftly, and I realized friends are my energy booster. Yesterday, I was with my F5+1 minus 1 in town. (Rus!! Pictures??) Though it was a short gathering, I felt rejuvenated. The prata we had was just great, and I might bring Prata along for some prata soon… Chilling out at indochine was cool, especially with live entertainment by that tranny that left most of us with jaws hanging in mid air…

Should end here and turn in for the night. Lessons till 9pm tomorrow!! Good luck to me and no more Monday blues, people!!

08 08 08

2008-08-08T18:19:00.001+08:00

The first thing I noticed on this special day where the 3 numbers on the date unintentionally falls perfectly as 08 08 08, was a long queue outside Singapore Pools. I was least surprise over the queue since 8 is an auspicious number to the Chinese, and its literal meaning is “get rich”. What is the easiest way to get rich?? No doubt it is gambling. Now, I wonder if any pregnant woman will undergo caesarian just so that her baby will be born on this auspicious day and most probably lead a life like a little tyrant.

Even the Beijing Olympics have chosen their grand opening ceremony today. Not only do they want the date to be 08 08 08, they even wanted the time to be 8.08pm tonight!! Now, we know the value of number 8 in the hearts of millions of Chinese…

For me, 08 08 08 is a day I realized I had not held a pen for ages. During the graduate communication class just now, I realized my handwriting suck big time!!! The purpose of today’s tutorial was a “diagnosis English test” to prove our standards, and eliminate ourselves from some daunting English workshops.

The topic we had to write was rather board, but I was glad I still practice writing proper English on my blog, so it was not as bad as I have thought. But still, grammatical errors are hard to avoid sometimes. As I was writing my essay, I cannot stop to puke at my handwriting.

However, after comparing my handwriting with my fellow classmates from other parts of Asia, I still felt content. Initially I was panicking when my time was almost up and I was still halfway through my second page, when my classmates were writing on the fourth page. Then I took a peep at their paper and realized they were writing cursively and they wrote in font size 24 with double line spacing. No wonder they could easily fill up 4 pages of blank papers. *roll eyes*

But no matter what, I still keep my fingers crossed regarding the results because the consequences of not getting through would mean a waste of a-lot-of time.

Hmmm… Let’s predict what will happen on 09 09 09 next year.

I guess there will be a truckload of couples getting married on that day, a lot of pregnant women undergoing caesarian and a darn long queue outside Singapore Pools. Personally, I hope 09 09 09 would be an eventful day for me. =)

Let’s wait and see.

A New Beginning

2008-07-26T23:45:00.003+08:00

Convocation marked the end of undergraduate life, and what was left were fond memories of friends and the time we had spent together. Since pictures speak louder than words, I had created a short video to summarize the wonderful times I had in NTU, especially with the MSE cohort.

As we part here and move onto a new chapter in life, I wish my friends all the best in life!!

Yawn… So tired, looking forward to my jc class gathering tomorrow.

Nitez...

Emotions – my heartfelt thoughts, uncensored

2008-07-17T13:50:00.001+08:00

My heart skipped. I stayed calm to realize I was still alive. Motivation to propel forward had died. I froze in my track, wondering my next move in the game of life. A falling branch from a healthy tree epitomized my life.

I had a pleasant conversation with a wise friend and I quote – Emotions to the person will only stem from knowledge of who the person is.

In other words, he meant how we felt towards a person relied on who we know the person as. When that person fails you, whatever you know about that person previously had failed and we can easily forget about the entire situation, and the person. It also meant to me that, emotions towards a person have to be logical, and be based on facts. That is, to separate our heart, mind and soul, to make a practical decision if that person is worth the emotional rides.

It is self-centered and overly protective, but this idea can shield us from emotional distress. Simple as it may sound, yet an onerous task. How can anyone separates the heart, mind and soul??

To maneuver through the odds based on decisions drawn by logics and not emotions, with no room for negotiations. To view logical decisions as the path for final destinations, and to show emotions after logical decisions. That was what I had come out with, after a long thought.

My heart beats. What is beneath logical decisions is all in the mind. Emotions have to be kept aside, because the person we had known is in “past tense”, and we should not bring emotions from the past into the present, as simple as that. In due time, when someone had failed us, we can control our emotions and not like that person anymore. Because previous knowledge of that person had failed until he can prove otherwise. Emotions towards that person can then again, change.

Selfish as you may call it, but it is a tool to save ourselves from the agony or hangover of a broken relationship/friendship. This theory does not only apply to relationship/friendship, but also to everyday life. Didn’t we weight the consequences of others’ feeling when we have to implement a new policy or decision?? Isn’t it better to cast emotions aside and decide based logical thinking??

What do you think??

I agree and disagree. If we can separate emotions from thoughts, are we still human being?? Computers work on the basis of logical and systemic binary codes, and that had made them difference from living human. However, emotions strain one’s mind, and many a time, create conflicting decisions.

For instance if you are in a casino and gambling on black jack, emotions might tell you that you have the feeling of winning the game, but logical thinking tells you that the chance of getting a black jack is less than 3%. Will you still go forward to play the game?? Your decision might tell you if you are ruling with your head or your heart.

My heart sank. If I were to rule my life based on logical thinking and decisions, I would dilute a true relationship/friendship, because my heart would be able to heal more quickly than time would have demanded, if someone ever failed me. Am I contradicting myself??

In my opinion, it is of paramount importance that we should learn to control our emotions, yet emotions and logical thinking have to work in harness to rule life. And to me, that is the game of life.

A cat’s life

2008-06-28T20:38:00.014+08:00

Some people believe that a person’s maturity is proportional to our age, but I beg to differ. Though we have all grown beyond as a child, we could still remember how time had added wisdom into us. However, when we gain something, we tend to lost others, such as time. When we blame our irresponsible actions to the lack of time, can we still be labeled as – mature???

How should I put it?? I mean, everyone has expectation, including me. We expect friends of the same age to be understanding and be able to put themselves in our shoes. To a certain degree, we are selfish. We think we were never unhappy alone, and all we needed was just a companion to kill time, sometimes.

Imagine you bought a female kitten, and named it kitty. Kitty was there because all other friends of your same age group keep pets and it was the norm. Initially, you were wonderful towards kitty and she enjoyed napping on your lap. You were pretty apprehensive whether kitty would last forever, especially when you enjoyed her company. However when time passes, you were busy with your own life and couldn’t afford the time kitty had demanded. You forgot that she had not been showering for days and had no companion, neither is she happy. Days went by and kitty had grown up into an independent cat, able to look for food herself.

One day, while kitty was out fishing at the pond, she met kitto. Kitto was a stray cat. He was charming, and unlike other cats, kitto could swim!!! On knowing that kitty love gold pomfret for lunch, kitto dived into the pond to fish out 2 gold pomfrets.

On her way home, kitty realized she had choices. She did not need you to provide food, if she can learn swimming. And she did not require love and care, when she had been surviving without it for quite some time. In fact, she survived without you. Kitty laid on her cushion, and thought for a long time….

The next morning, kitty left home taking nothing with her. She walked towards the back of the hills where kitto was staying, and met many other stray cats like kiwi, kitu and kitchen, just to name a few. They were very happy to welcome kitty into their home.

A few days went by before you realized you had not seen kitty for quite a while. You ran towards her cushion, expecting to see kitty but she was nowhere to be found. You combed your entire house, and screamed your lungs out, but all you could hear was the echo of your voice. You had lost kitty forever.

If maturity leads to less time and result in irresponsibility, then why adopt a pet in the first place?? No, this message is not brought to you by SPCA.

The same theory applies for relationships, isn’t it??

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Egypt – Part 6

After 12 hours in a tiny cabin, we walked out from the train station and were welcome by a totally different city - Cairo!!! Yes, the pyramids await us and that was the sole purpose of visiting Egypt in the very first place.

We’re outside El Giza station

Residential area in Cairo

But before the highlight of the day, we visited a couple of others not-so-famous sites. The first site was the Memphis museum. It was an open museum, where artifacts were place right under the sun. That museum was located in the west bank of the Nile river, and we were there to see a huge statue of Rameses II himself. Ibrahim said the statue used to be erected outside a train station, but during a reconstruction work the statue was broken into pieces, and from then on, the pharaoh laid there as tourist like myself peeped under his pants.

Limestone statue of the pharaoh

Just outside the building that houses the huge statue was where the great alabaster sphinx stands. It was craved in honor of an unknown pharaoh, and it was different from the sphinx that we will be seeing near the pyramids in Giza later on.

Alabaster sphinx

Hathor – the cow goddess

Standing Colossal Statue of a Pharaoh

We left the museum and travelled towards Sakkara, one of the oldest step pyramids in history. Personally, it was not magnificent and neither did I take many photos. But this pyramid is located very near the Sahara dessert, so the air was a little choky.

The step pyramid

Entrance to the step pyramid

Lots of camels, nicely spaced out

Cute!!

Sahara Desert

I looked like an arabic man, no?? And wj was wearing a tudung

We came along a carpet making school within the vicinity and dropped by for an impromptu visit. It was nice to see the carpets made of silk but the pricing was crazy. USD 200 for an A3 size carpet, something I cannot afford.

Work in progress...

Where’s Aladdin??

This piece cost 300USD

Lunch was at a nearby restaurant and the aroma of the local chapatti not only invited tourists, but tons of flies!!! I just close my eyes, pray hard and eat.

Everyone was anticipating for the pyramid, and hurried with lunch. It was a whole new experience when I share my food with flies, but the buffet and BBQ meat had been one of the tastiest foods I have ever eaten!!

Our resturant for lunch

Woman making chapatti, with lots of flies of course...

Chapatti

BBQ meat, I like...

Lunch with lots of meat, as usual

No, I can't read this

We hopped onto the coach and spread sunblock lotion across every inch of flesh that can see light. Before long, the gigantic pyramids were right before my eyes!!!

It was still quite a distance from the place we were dropped off, and I thought we would have to walk up by ourselves under the scorching sun. Just when I was getting ready to battle the sun, we were up on the coach again for a ride to the feet of the pyramids. Phew~ Thank god I joined a tour.

Pyramids!!!!

The official ticket

The only remaining wonders of the ancient world still stand magnificently to welcome the thousands of tourists like myself, who had crossed mountains, oceans and deserts to admire its beauty. I could not help but gasp in astonishment when I witness how huge pyramids are. So huge even a wide lens camera cannot fully capture the entire pyramid in one shot.

Arghhh…. I wanna cry!!

Just next to the pyramids was a camel parking area, where well-decorated camels give tourist a ride around the deserts. The short 10 seconds walk towards the camel was lengthened to as much as a minute, when clean freaks like me take each step carefully to avoid the droppings all over the sand.

Camel parking area, with lossa shit

The camel ride was scarier than bungee jump!!! Ash can vouch for that. The camel’s hind legs got up even before I was properly sited on its back. To save myself from being thrown off the camel, I grabbed Ash and my entire body weight was on her, while my butt was in the air. I could have topple over her to land on the camel’s neck.

My camel ride

Wonders of the ancient world, I wonder...

Eewwww... full of shit

I almost capture the entire pyramid

After our ride, there was an optional tour to visit the inside of a pyramid. Photography was strictly prohibited, and we had to leave our cameras outside. It would take a lifetime to forget the trip into the pyramid. We had to hunch our back and bend really low to enter the pyramid, and the air inside the pyramid was thin and cooling. It was also the first time I perspired in Egypt after so many days.

I've been inside but there was nothing

There was another short 3 minutes ride to the infamous Great Sphinx of Giza, where Napoleon broke his nose. The half-human, half-lion statue symbolized the power of the pharaoh.

Ok, I can finally die in peace…

Front view of his broken nose

Some of the tour members were tired and requested for a break at the hotel before continuing on our journey, so we headed towards our hotel, which turned out to be a pleasant surprise!!!

Our queen sized bed

Not only did each of us have a queen size bed to ourselves, there was cable TV and a toilet big enough for 4 to play mahjong!! How can I not be pleased??

We learn online, they learn through cable TV

After a couple of hours, we went for dinner at a local restaurant just a stone throw from the hotel. Food was as usual, lots of meat but ended with a plate of bananas. Surprise indeed. Guess they knew I was constipating…

Not very appetizing

Chicken soup for my soul

Another meaty meal

I love bananas!!!

Most of our water supply was running low and we were taken to a nearby petrol kiosk for a quick replenishment. We emptied every bottle of Dasani by the Coca Cola company and Aquafina by Pepsi because all the other brands tasted weird.

Yeah, we just came from the desert…

Egypt - Part 5

2008-06-19T23:51:00.004+08:00

Day 5 in Egypt was pretty short, really short. However, it began as early as 3am.

That would have been the earliest morning call I had ever received when I go on a holiday. On my usual days, if someone calls me at 3am while I am sound asleep, I would have probably kick up a fuss or even curse and swear your heads off!!

4.13 am and we are setting off!!

As I continue my sleep on the coach, an armed policeman hops onboard with his super long rifle. Together with another few hundreds of tourists, we formed a police convey to cross miles of desert towards the same destination - Abu Simbel.

I woke up several times to be greeted by lots of sand

Abu Simbel is considered the most magnificent work by Rameses II. It was build as a monument for himself and his favourite wife, Nefertari. Again, the original site had been submerged in water, so what we see today isn’t original…

We've reached!!!

Ibrahim mentioned that the original location of the temple was positioned in such a way that twice each year, rays of the sun during dawn will penetrate the sanctuary all the way into the inner shrine and illuminate the face of Rameses II, while leaving the rest of the sculptures in the dark. The 2 magical days used to be on February 21 and October 21, which are coronation day and his birthday respectively. Rameses II is a Libra just like me!!!

The magnificent statues, one gone, 3 to go...

However after the relocation of the temple 200 metres from its site, the face of Rameses II is lilted on February 22 and October 22 instead. He has to celebrate a happy belated birthday every year from now on….

When we walked into the temple, it became darker as we took each step forward. Finally, within the sanctuary at the far end of the temple, we saw are 4 sculptures of which Rameses II is 2nd from the left. No photo taking was allowed….but if you know me well enough, I broke the rule, again!!! I did it so quietly that even my friend didn’t realized I did it, again…

So tall, I can't even reach his toes

About 100 metres away from the great temple, there was a smaller temple build in honour of Queen Nefertari, and dedicated to goddess Hathor. Nefertari is standing between 2 statues of Rameses II on each site of the façade of the temple, so together there are 2 Nefertari and 4 Rameses II. I cannot remember what is inside the temple, except some chambers and walls full of cravings.

Temple of Hathor

Random...

Typical tourist poses

In 2 hours time, we were back on the coach to continue our sleep towards Aswan. That was all for the day, and we waited for night to arrive, while we entertain ourselves with UNO…

Police convey, we'll the last coach in the convey

When night falls, we lugged our heavy luggage towards the train station and I found myself in a tiny cubicle with Ash. ARGHHHhhhhh!!!!!!! I am a little claustrophobic, so I cannot stand living in a small area facing 4 walls. Luckily, there was a connecting door in our room to pj’s room, and I sat facing her, who was at most 3 meters away, so it was not too bad after all.

Waiting for the train

Bye Aswan

We have hardly any space left

The reason why I constipate... No vege =(

My upper deck bed, Wheee~

After a dinner with lots of meat, a transformer came along and within seconds, an army bunk appeared right before my eyes!!! 2 double deck single size beds. So cool to be true!!! Before I knew it, I dreamt my way into day 6…..

Random ratters

2008-06-14T20:59:00.002+08:00

Boo hoo hooo… I’m home alone on a Saturday night!!!! Sob sobz…

Mum is away this weekend for a short getaway with dad, so I am left at home with my brother. But my brother is always occupied with friends, and as I am typing this, I’m home alone again!!! To comfort myself a little, I would say it is difficult to not to be glad, when I can have the entire house to myself. I like the quietness and undisturbed serenity moments, which can be hardly enjoyed except late into the night.

Remember that just a week ago, I was complaining how poor I was, desperately looking for a job?? I shall now announce that - I have my first tuition assignment!!

To be very honest, I got this assignment through my friend’s connection with the tuition agency. I don’t know how I should put it, but it was through connection that I got this job so quickly.

Personally, I don’t like the idea of getting things done through connections. No, not internet connection; but rather human connections like kinship, affiliation and so on. It does speed things up a bit, but I will feel obligated to do my part when that friend has a request.

Many a times, we will use various connections to get our job done, sometimes very complicated connections like “You know I’m the company president’s-son’s-auntie’s-relative-the friend??”

I won’t say connections aren’t important, because having certain connections secure our position and act as a backing. Like who will want to mess up with the CEO’s brother and get fired?? But I think connections won’t get a person too far in life. Yes, a person’s ability far surpasses the connection he had with his superior.

With ability, others would want to link their names to us. Would you rather have people linking their names to your big name, than to have you linking your name to their big names?? I am not saying connections aren’t important, else schools will not be organizing networking sessions and get their students all dressed up, enduring those hateful blisters on their toes, just to get a name card from the HR of their dream company.

To me, living a carefree life without obligation is important. I don’t wish to be a slave of connection; neither do I want to live my dreams fulfill through the sympathy by others. I want to earn each step by true ability, hard work and effort.

Well, since I have already accepted my tuition assignment and will be teaching next week onwards, I guess I should start revising on my primary school work.

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Has anyone tried explaining to your parents what a degree really means?? I guess I had to scope really low to get my mum to understand. The other day, I was telling my mum about my degree and our conversation goes like this:

Me: Mummy, I got a second upper class honours degree leh

Mum: Ohh, you got your toilet paper already ar??

Me: Ya, got liao

Mum: What is honours ar??

Me: It means my toilet paper got fragrant loh, better la.

Mum: Ohh, then what is after honours??

Me: Masters loh

Mum: Then Masters even better ar??

Me: Ya, their toilet paper is 3 ply one, even better.

Mum: Ohh, then what is after masters??

Me: After Masters is PhD loh

Mum: Whoa… Lidat their toilet paper 4 ply ar??

Me: No la, they use tissue paper.

Yeah…. mum is like a kid, adorable to the core.

Egypt – Part 4

2008-06-09T16:57:00.012+08:00

Before you read further, I have to announce that I am really broke. So, I would appreciate if anyone out there is kind enough to introduce a part time job, or even a tuition assignment. Your kindness will be reciprocated, and I might even be kind enough to treat you to a feast, if I can afford it. =)

Since my arms are suffering the after effect of playing Nintendo Wii the entire afternoon yesterday, I will be keeping this entry short and sweet.

I shine...

On the forth day in Egypt, we arrived at Aswan. I had not read up about this city previously, so I had to pay extra attention to Ibrahim’s introduction. Aswan is located in southern Egypt and has a touch of the African atmosphere.

What are they looking at??

The first site we visited was an ancient granite quarry. On first look, they looked like ordinary rocks everywhere. But in fact, granites were important building materials in ancient Egyptian time. Today, granites are still considered important for building industry all over the world, and right now, I am stepping on granite in my very own house!!!

The unfinished obelisk

If you think we came all the way to Aswan just to see some shattered rock, you are wrong. Rocks can beautiful if we shaped them, and erect them all over the world. Most obelisks in Egypt and around the world originate from this quarry, but among them, the most famous is the unfinished obelisk that still lies in the quarry today.

The huge huge crack, enough to put me inside

I brought home this small pieces as souvenir

The unfinished obelisk had offered unusual insights about the ancient stone-working techniques and the cravings on erected obelisks everywhere else are evidences of their hard work. However, plans for this particular obelisk had to be abolished when a super large crack on the surface could not be ignored.

Granites are quite cooling, for Egypt’s standard. Even after hours of intense heat, the heat from the ground is still bearable as compared to cement. That’s is why stray dogs are enjoying their nap on the cooling floor and tourist like me, who have not seen dogs for days, took a snap with them.

Posing with dogs

After leaving the dogs alone, we headed towards the high dam. There are 5 dams in Egypt, 3 small and 2 huge ones. High dam got its name because if you jump off the dam, it will take 3 minutes to reach the bottom. Yes, I am kidding.

It says - High Dam

Dam high

Hydroelectricity

I told you granites are cooling...

Most people have the misconception that Egypt is all about sand, sand and more sand. But in actual fact, Egypt has plenty of water!!! So much water they have to build dams. Just 2 dams alone are sufficient to provide hydroelectric energy for the entire Egypt. Amazing??

We dam it!!!!

Ramdom nice building

After the brief visit, we took a boat ride to the temple of Philae. The temple was originally submerged under water for the crocodiles and fishes to admire. One sunny day, the government of Egypt decided that their marine lives have had enough of the temple and shifted it away from the river to the present site. They cut up the temple and took 6 years to move the entire temple, block by block, to the present island of Isis.

Same pose - coincidence

On our way to Temple of Philae

Initial site of the temple

It's new location

Water level was that high!!

Disfigured

The temple, like all others I had visited, had clear evidence of invasion. Crosses were everywhere, and the gods were disfigured. However, it is still possible to tell which is which.

Disfigured in 1841

Cross

More cross

Recognise some of ur mathematical symbols??

Isis carrying Horus on the chair

Isis with wings

We had a short break back on cruise, before we geared up again to battle the sun. This time, we sailed around in the traditional felucca. Felucca is basically a boat that is powered by wind energy. We made merry onboard but after that, it was business time. I bought 2 bracelets made from Sudan wood. Nice and cheap.

The sail

However, the wind was too weak to carry us anywhere. And we had to literally jump into another motor boat in the middle of nowhere, to take us to our next destination. This time, it is an optional tour to Nubian village.

Jump boat!!!

Bye bye!!!

I was there!!!

It was on this trip that I learnt the most. The way children survive, the way the villagers make a living, the truly (almost) undisturbed village life. What is more astounding is that the villagers not only keep tortoises and camels as pets, they even had crocodiles within their living quarters!! And when their pet crocodile pass on, they mummified it and place it in their backyard.

He sang well and we gave him money

Off he went to target another group of tourist

Another younger kid came along and sang the same song

Water from Nile river taste good!! Forget about the pee and all...

Deserts are beautiful

Camels taking a stroll in a distance

Nubian village

Dead crocodile, mummified for 2 months

Crocodiles as pets

Buddies forever!!

Hibiscus Tea taste sour

Tortoise around the house

Camels are tall, don't believe??

Or am I short??

I love this picture!!! Camels are very gentle

Wooden camels

In the houses, the floor is just sand, with tortoise strolling leisurely down the aisle. Near the side door, they places overly priced handicraft for sale. As I was randomly snapping away outside the house, a young girl came up to me to introduce herself. I thought she was just being friendly and started a light conversation with her. And before I knew it, she said my cap was nice and asked me for it. By the way, they can speak very fluent English.

I want a diamond ring that is so bright!!!

Leaving Nubian village

After I had shaken her off, we moved back to our cruise for dinner and a belly dance show onboard.

That's what we eat everyday, lots of meat....

We love the chefs, but the 2 beside me are in love as well!! *wink

Initially, a man came along and started spinning. He was fantastic!! He kept spinning and turning for a good 15 minutes without losing balance when he walked off the door. I was anticipating for the belly dance show since the first part of the show was so good. To our disappointment, the belly dancer cannot shake. I mean, she cannot shake… at all.

I think she needs some shaker fries…

Egypt – Part 3

2008-06-03T20:58:00.012+08:00

It was a sweet surprise when I drew the curtain at 6 in the morning to witness sunrise, when I got up slightly earlier than ash.

6am in the morning

Sunrise was beautiful. The red dot turned yellow in the horizon as it climbs the sky. Slowly, the heat became intense and unbearable; I had to duck for shelter.

6.45am, the sun is hot and intense... =(

Our cruise docked at the river bank of Edfu, and awaiting us was a row of kalesh. We hopped onto the carriage and we were on our way to the Temple of Horus.

Look how skinny his horse is!!

Kalesh = Horse carriage, and I felt like Cinderella

According to Ibrahim, Horus is the son of Osiris and Isis, and their story goes something like this – Isis and Osiris were siblings yet lovers, and they were ruling the upper Egypt.

Entrance of the Temple of Horus

Horus, the falcon god

Their brother, Seth ruled lower Egypt. Due to some reasons which I cannot remember, Seth killed Osiris by locking him in a chest on his birthday and dumped him into River Nile.

Craftings on the wall

Isis soon found out about Seth’s motive and searched for her husband’s body. She found him and managed to get herself pregnant with baby Horus. After Seth discover that Isis had found Osiris, he killed him the second time. This time, he cut Osiris into 14 pieces and scattered him all over Egypt.

Cobras is said to be able to defend the king since they don't blink for 24 hours and has double eyelid

Some random pillars that are quite photogenic

Smart ancient Egyptians already knew 3D craftings!! How many men are carrying the boat??

Sanctuary of Horus, and that's the boat

Somehow or other, Isis gained wings and flew all over Egypt, hoping to find all the 14 parts and revived Osiris for the second time. However, she only found 13 parts and the last part of Osiris remained lost forever. Want to know the 14th part???

Walls....

And more walls.... Mostly disfigured

Ok, it was his sex organ.

Jumping for joy!!!

Horus was a man with a falcon head and he grew up to revenge his father’s death. Horus was blinded by Seth after he dug out Horus’s eyes. However, another god managed to heal his eyes.

One last glance before leaving

The war between Horus and Seth lasted a long time until one day; Seth was driven out to the Sahara dessert.

Posing with the local

Nice handwriting. They read from right to left

That's the end of Seth, and we headed back to the cruise.

That what happen outside a school...

After the visit to the Temple of Horus in the morning, we started cruising southwards towards Kom Ombo which will take the next few hours.

Desert desert everywhere...

Let’s play a game here. Spot 8 differences in the 2 photos.

I bet you are bored too!!

Ptolemaic Temple at Kom Ombo is dedicated to 2 gods, Horus and Sobek (Crocodile god). Sobek is the guard of god, and he is the symbol of strength and power. Sobek assisted Isis in the birth of Horus and also aid in the destruction of Seth.

Ptolemaic Temple - left side for Horus, right side for Sobek

Isis sayang Sobek??

L to R: Thoth, Isis, dunno who, Bastet, Horus

The temple from another angle

Messing around, guess which is me!!!

We're queuing to see mummies!!!

A mummified crocodile

After the visit, we were given some free time to do shopping outside the temple. The locals were very rowdy and initially, I thought they were very insulting to pull us into their shops. I was so scared that I don’t dare to take out my camera along the street. It took me some time to get used to the way business is done in Egypt and I bought a traditional tunic from one of the more decent looking shops.

The place to shop

Initially, the shopkeeper quotes 150 pounds for the tunic but after much bargaining, I only paid 30 pounds for it. That shows how much they were profiting if tourist don’t know the art of bargaining!!!

My 30 pounds tunic

We were back to the cruise and sailing towards Aswan for the night. But before we embarked on our journey, I witnessed a sight I will never see along Singapore river.

You drink, I drink, everybody drink *YamSeng*

Initially, I thought all the men were thirsty after so much bargaining with the tourists and they had come together for a mass drinking session.

Get in line, buddy!!

Soon after they had rinsed/drank/wash their feet in the river, they lined up in a straight row halfway up the slope. I realized I was about to witness their evening prayer. So I stayed and watched.

Let's pray

Ada is watching us!!!

After diner, it was the galabia party. We sat around as the crews made merry and sang their hearts out. What an enriching day!!!

That huge pot of flower is stealing my limelight!!!

Egypt – Part 2

2008-05-29T14:51:00.036+08:00

The phone blasted into my ears as I jumped out of bed. Day 2 began at 4am, partially because Ash and I had decided to reach for the sky early in the morning. It was optional for tour members but since USD 140 is much cheaper than many hot-air balloons elsewhere, I had decided to blow up another nuclear bomb in my pocket than to live in regret later on.

5am and we are crossing the river

The weather early in the morning was more bearable than the mid-day heat. It was dry but windy, and the cool air certainly lifted my spirit. Our chef was kind enough to prepare breakfast box for each of us to bring along, but I wasn’t really hungry yet. Still, I ate bread just in case I faint along the way.

Hot air balloons are beautiful

8 of our tour members were in for this, and a tiny van came along to pick us up. We arrived at a river bank and off we went onto a motor boat to bring us to the other side of the river bank. There was another short ride to the site where we flew into the sky.

On my way up....

I'm in the air!!! Yippy!!!

Soon enough, I found myself dumped inside the basket beneath a huge balloon. Ash and I were in different sections and that was to balance the weight within the basket. I was in the section with the Australians, and standing right under the blasting flame.

Not kidding, I was sizzling HOT!!!

What really got me frightened was that I found myself next to 4 gas cylinders. If they ever explode, I might be the first to die. Our big size captain leaped into the middle of the 4 gas cylinders when the hot air was sufficient, and we started to ascend into ~~heaven~~ the sky. Minutes later, we were 1km above the ground!!

Standing next to the pilot

The journey up was amazing; everything miniaturized slower and steadily. No, it was different from seeing the vast landscape from the plane, very different indeed. The cool breeze blew across my face, as I looked far and beyond. Moreover, I could look right through their roofless houses, seeing ducks chasing each other around the room. Now I understand what is going on behind the brick walls…

Their roofless houses

I was impressed by our captain when I realized that he could turn the basket round and round so as not to let anyone of us miss a scene on the other side. He did it by simply pulling some ropes!! We crossed the Nile River towards the other side of the river bank.

Crossing the Nile

By then, the wind was very strong (9 to 10 knots) and we might be blown too far away. For safety reasons, our captain had to find a landing ground very soon. As he was descending, our basket nearly hit the power lines. Phew… We escape death…

Soon, we were instructed to keep our cameras and be in the landing position, which is to position ourselves with back facing the direction of the moving balloon, hold on to the handles and bent our knees.

No!!!! I don't want to land here!!!!!

Landing was fierce, 2 hard bumps before coming to a stop on the third bump. Once the basket was stable, we looked around and found ourselves in a sugarcane field.

Landed on some baby sugarcane plantation

What’s next?? We had to wait patiently for the crews to arrive. Since the basket is totally misplaced, the crew had to move it onto the nearby road. To save fuel, many were told to leave the basket but fortunately, I was one of the few to witness what will happen next. =)

Ohhh... my hero!!!

The nearest road is behind some full-grown sugarcane. Guess what… We are going to crush our way through!!! Alright, this is crazy. I have never even crushed my way through branches, and now I am in that damn basket crushing through sugarcane??? Yes, that’s it. I kneel down in the basket and within seconds, the erected sugarcanes were lying breathlessly on the field, while I was covered with leaves. Hahaha!!!

Basket without a balloon

That was how they deflate the balloon!!

The sun was bright and sunny as I walked through the farm to meet the rest. That’s it, USD 140 gone in one morning. But what I earned was an amazing once-in-a-lifetime experience and a certificate of participation.

Thank you!!

My friends from aboard!! Nice to meet you

Donkeys on the farm

After an eventful morning, the van brought us to the West bank to continue with our tour and meet the rest of our tour members. We arrived at the Colossi of Memnon, the only remains of the Temple of Amenophis III.

They can't sing anymore....

According to Ibrahim, the 2 statues used to sing/cry in the wind. They were made up of blocks of rocks and when wind blew through the gaps, it would create sound. However, the statues were destroyed in an earthquake years ago and after repair, they could no longer sing. How sad…

On my way to visit some tombs... "Hope I strike 4D" *Pray*

Next up, we travelled to the infamous Valley of the Kings. On first look, that place was none other than a narrow valley between lifeless shattered rocks. However, it was the tomb of more than 62 pharaohs of the 18th to 20th dynasty. Among them was the famous King Tutankhamun.

People queue as though they are queuing for 4D

I held a ticket visiting 3 tombs, but I forgot which tomb I had visited. If I didn’t remember wrongly, I should have visited the tomb of Rameses IV, Rameses VI and tomb of Seti I. There is nothing fantastic about tombs, because they were merely tunnels that lead to nowhere. No mummies, nothing. Photo-taking was prohibited inside tomb, so no photos here. However, you’re in luck!! I bought photo cards for 50 LE and I will be more than willing to lend, if you ask.

This tomb is really steep....

After Valley of the Kings, it is time to visit a queen. The Temple of Queen Hatshepsut is located behind the Valley of the Kings. Queen Hatshepsut is the first woman to rule Egypt in her own right. However, most of her images were destroyed by her step son or successor. It was a long walk from the coach but we had the comfort to sit all the way to the door step of the Temple in a tram.

We're at Temple of Queen Hatshepsut

Some statues with arms crossed, guarding the temple

Again, I don’t quite understand what the statues were about, but her resting place was so much prettier than the kings. I guess that was because women were more concern about their resting place than just digging some holes in the ground.

Someone's head??

There's nothing much except more columns that I don't quite understand

After the visits, we returned to our cruise and began sailing towards our next destination – Edfu. We will only reach Edfu the next morning, and it will be a long night for all of us.

We started sailing south towards Edfu

So looooooong we could sit in the balcony from morning till night.

Her newspaper so thick, can read from morning till night...

I know we have seen enough statues to turn ourselves into one, but we do have a life. We didn’t sit there from morning till night; it was too hot and sunny. In between the time we took the photos, we went to the upper deck for afternoon tea as we cruise leisurely down the Nile river.

The upper deck

Afternoon tea, complete with cakes

No, it wasn’t boring. Not a bit at all. That was the moment my jaws dropped to see how the Egyptians pirates attacked us. They threw “bombs” onto the upper deck, which were 4 and a half storey high. It startled everyone onboard to check what was going on. To our amusement, the “businessmen” row their little sampan towards us and started throwing more bags of clothes, forcing money out from us.

Pirates!!!! Run!!!!

The businessmen trying to con us

I have never seen business began done like that!! Seriously, my jaws were left hanging in the air for the rest of the evening…

Egypt – Part 1

2008-05-28T17:43:00.019+08:00

No words can describe how much I love Egypt, it was astonishing!! My 10 days wonders of Egypt (8 days to be exact, 2 days were spent onboard) is one of the best trips in my life. If I have to blog out every detail, I might take another 10 days. But since I have all the time in the world now, you will have the pleasure to join me in reminiscing Egypt all over again. =)

On 14 May, my adventure began. My very-free friend BFG, offered me a ride to the airport at 11pm (Thanks buddy!!) to save me the agony of reaching the airport too early by train for my 3am flight. Well, we were still very early because I know BFG didn’t have very good driving record, and I wanted to be safe then sorry. Hahaha!!! Yes, we reach the airport before 12.

Soon after, I was onboard and ready to fly. The flight wasn’t bumpy, but I couldn’t sleep. For the next couple of hours, I was tied down by the safety belt and my eyes glued to the screen in front of me.

Outside Luxor Airport

Our transit was in Doha and following that, it was another 3 hours flight before reaching Luxor. It was 11am, 5 hours behind Singapore time. The local tour receiving us was Spring Tours, one of the tourism agents in Egypt. Our tour guide was Ibrahim and he had a PhD in Archeology. I found him quite familiar, but I couldn’t put into words where I have seen him. Never mind for now. We will be visiting 2 sites before retiring for the day.

In the coach upon arrival

The scorching sun can literary burn us alive!!! I can feel myself drying up just by staying in the heat for merely a few minutes. Perhaps my body is still trying to adapt to the dry heat, but what really gets my head spinning was the lack of water. Nobody had water with them, since we had just touch down from the plane.

Karnak Temple

Left foot forward symbolised warriors

Arms crossed on the chest symbolised pharaoh

I guess not all the tour members were in the mood that day, because everyone was dying from thirst. After a hasten visit to Karnak Temple (also known as the Temple of Amun) which I was in no mood to pay attention, we spotted a vendor selling water and most of us bought water to quenched our extremely dehydrated body. By then, we were hungry and guess where we have to settle our very first meal… Mc Donald’s!!!

Why is Ronald Mc Donald everywhere?!! Stop following me!!!

Ok, I know it is really off to settle our first meal like that, but we were really hungry. Mac in Egypt is more expensive than Singapore generally, but their burgers were bigger. I had a cheeseburger to tame my noisy stomach. We didn’t have the pleasure to enjoy our food in-house, but to take it away to our cruise. So, off we go to the cruise.

Our room on La Traviata

We had our personal balcony!! So romantic...

Our cruise was the La Traviata, an I-don’t-know-how-many stars cruise, but I was not expecting too much either. To my surprise, it was as good as Superstar Virgo in terms of rooms, well furnished and completed with a balcony. After having a quick lunch in our room, we were ready to head off to the second destination – Luxor temple.

Rameses II - The great ruler during the 19th dynasty

There were initially 6 statues of Rameses II but currently only 3 remained. I started to appreciate the art work on the walls through the explanation by Ibrahim. Without him, every stone looks the same. He explained that all the magnificent columns, statues and sphinxes that we see today were once buried before excavations began in the 19th century.

Luxor Temple - Entrance

Rameses II and his wife

At the entrance were 2 statues of Rameses II and an erected obelisk. Upon entering the temple, there are more statues, columns and stones. However, there were evidences of Roman invasion on the wall. It was amazing how stories could be constructed by looking at pictures alone.

The Roman came along and painted the walls

The god of fertility is one example. He had an exceptionally long dick, and for some reason as a punishment, the ancient people cut off one arm and one leg from him. However, with his very long dick, having one leg posses no problem. He walked with one leg and one dick. Interesting ya??

This is the god of fertility -Min, and Rameses II love to have him around

Against a wall with hardly anything left (ash, may I know why we choose this spot?)

That's all for day 1... More exciting happenings on day 2!!

Pre-graduation trip

2008-05-14T15:39:00.000+08:00

Yes this is real. I woke up and pinch myself multiple times to realize this day had finally arrived!! My 10 days wonders of Egypt shall begin in 12 hours time. Though it is a weird choice of graduation trip venue, I am sure it will be memorable. The fact that all of us are the type that loves sightseeing; it is a great choice of venue for photo-taking.

Just minutes ago, I had a short conversation with pj over on msn and guess what - the highest mid-day temperature might reach 45 degC!!! Am I asking for trouble to visit that country during summer?? Whatever it is, I am prepared. Sunscreen, cap, shawl, sunglasses, water bottle, wet tissue, facial spray, aloe vera gel, I have them all. Bring me to the heat!!

I am just wondering if my contact lens would melt in the heat. For those sprays that I am bringing, will they explode in my bag??

Actually it doesn’t matter what happens along the trip, I am there to enjoy and nothing stops me now. I am looking forward to immerse myself in those rich historical heritage sites, learn about the ancient civilization and enjoy the great Egyptian cuisine in the land of the pharaoh.

Not forgetting mummies, pyramids, desert and camels, it will be my first time encounter to all of them, and I am sure I will enjoy myself despite the heat.

Good luck to me!! =)

Class of 2008

2008-05-08T15:00:00.002+08:00

Just weeks ago, I was still panicking and trying to catch up with my lectures and tutorials. Buy today, I felt so light and empty. There is absolutely nothing to look forward to, except my grad trip next week. When I sign in msn yesterday, my fyp supervisor talked to me. He was preparing for his MBA exams next week and will be taking his exams at Hall C, SRC. Hahaha!!! Who said I can’t laugh at my professor??

He was really stressed out by the exam. You mean professors get stress out too?? I thought they already had permanent head damage and can take anything at ease. So it is not true. I continue to ask if he has to pay for the school fees and guess what, he did!!! I have doubts about it…

Graduation night at Quality Hotel was fun, provided we are game enough to get crazy, and get on that ultimately lame choo choo train. Haha!! Inside joke. Even our dearest dean got high that night.

It ended abruptly at 9.30 sharp, which was far too early to call it a day. I wanted to go home initially, because my blisters from Monday were getting in my way. However, I still joined them for a drink, well maybe not a drink, but a glass of fruit punch. Haha!! It was a nice coincident that almost half the other course mates were down at clark quay that night, and ended up in the same pub – The pump room.

It just seemed like a post grad night bash, full of fun and laughter and I had a great time looking at how my friends got high on alcohol. The live band was superb!! I didn’t get down the dance floor (due to those damn blisters!!) but played games with the rest who were drinking.

The other highlight of that night was seeing how 2 of my course mates got hooked up with random strangers, and how ash and I condemn those girls for allowing that to happen. They should have just walked away. We were so glad that our tables have too many guys for those strangers to get close. Yeah baby, get lost or I’ll beat you up like a pulp.

I reached home at 3am in the morning, and the guys who shared a cab with me get home even later. Blame yourself for having balls, while I only have eyeballs. Hahaha!!! Since when did I become so vulgar?? Ok, I shall be more demure from now on, I promise.

Time for a nice shower before heading out to night safari tonight. I feel like a small girl again. Elephant here I come!!!

Photo galore:

Done

2008-05-05T23:03:00.003+08:00

Yes, I’m officially a graduate, and jobless!! So there’s nothing to be too happy about. Congratulate me if you want, but don’t ask me out because I am so poor now. Haha!!

Guess what…. I have finally finished watching the Malaysian Dreamgirl, just seconds ago!!! Hooray!!! Unfortunately, the most undeserving dreamgirl (in my opinion) won and drove away the lovely red Nissan Latio 1.8Ti. It is utterly disappointing.

That Cindy, whose biggest fan seemed to be his dad and brother, had brought bitchiness to a whole new level. Go watch the show to understand what I mean. Although the online reality show is based solely on popularity votes, Cindy’s family members were spending tens of thousands to get her into the top spot. It is quite annoying to know that money can buy you fame.

Besides, she isn’t really the best contestant in the show. Her catwalk is lousy; she is arrogant, and full of excuses. In short, she makes me feel disgusted. And I agree with the rest of the contestants about her fake ang moh accent, which isn’t really quite Australianish. Yes, this word doesn’t exist, so she should cut her pretense!!

Sometimes I wonder if she understands the meaning of being in a reality TV show. I was really stunned by her conversation with her dad where she addressed her fellow contestants as the “Ma Lai Po” and “In Du Po”. Hahaha!!! I was speechless and it made me laugh so hard!!! She was so insulting and racist!!

Then, I browse through the website and saw a contest going on. They had the top voters for each week and guess who won every single week??

Tey Chien Shin Eugene!!! (Cindy’s brother)

And there were several “lucky voters” for each week. Without fail, these names will appear.

Tey Chien Shin Eugene
Tey Ah Leng
Tey Kim Wah

Like that call popularity votes meh??? How to not let Cindy win??

I read on other blogs that Cindy’s dad spent 15K just to ensure that she got the most votes. Well, anyone can do the same if they have that kind of money, I guess…

Hmmm… why am I so sour about this?? It is not even Singapore dreamgirl!!!

Soon but not yet

2008-04-28T21:58:00.001+08:00

Seemed like I had MIA long enough…. And that’s enough!!

It saddens me when the seconds hand struck 12 and I had to drop my pen. No, I completed my paper and had I enjoyed every second for the last 2 hours. I had squeezed out every bit of knowledge, and it was the first time I had an hour to check my script. I looked around while friends were still buried in their thought; I looked up and saw my lecturer giving me a smile.

Yes, it ended.

April had past swiftly, and today I am done with my paper chase. Err well…actually, I am not there yet. One week from now, I’ve got my FYP presentation, and then it will mark the end. I am starting to wonder, what am I now?? Undergrad?? Graduate?? I have not gotten my certificate yet, so am I qualified?? Am I really a trained engineer?? I have doubts about my ability…. What awaits me from here??

No, it is just a new beginning.

Many paths lies ahead, which do I choose?? Where do I go??

Dilemma…

Friends Forever??

2008-03-26T20:34:00.001+08:00

After hearing some of stories of how friends turned foe and turn their back at each other recently, I wonder if the statement – friends forever, is still valid today. Such a simple statement had been taken for granted when we write it on birthday cards and autograph books of even very random friends. But do we really mean friends forever??

From the beginning of time, I have learnt that making friends is such a chore!! We have to learn to live with their flaws and worst still, pretend that we like them when we hate them, deep down. I remembered an incident in primary 2 when that bitch allied with the rest of the girls in class and they don’t-want-to-friend-me, for no reason!! But of course, I have my way of winning some friends back to my side, and she was obviously jealous of it.

On my birthday, that bitch drew me a card, and wrote “Friends Forever” in it!! That creature is so disgusting and fake like plasticine. I may be young back then, but I am definitely not gullible. Ok right, we did become friends, but I was reminded of other unpleasant things that had happened later on and we were no longer friends. So much for being friends forever….

Then again, what is Friends Forever?? Such a simple statement made complicated. No, nothing is forever. Friends come and go, it is a viscous cycle. Unfortunate indeed…

Sometimes, I wish our path had never crossed. I regretted making friends with some, when it turned out that the price I had paid is not worth the ride. I had been backstabbed, bitched about, made use of etc etc…you name it. Bad memories had haunted me.

Eventually, I learn to cope with the fact that I can never get over bad memories; I only learn to live with it. No matter how great those friends once were, I only remember how they had turned their back on me when I had once trusted them…the feeling is suffocating and the betrayal runs deeper.

As time goes by, I realized that there is nothing more dreadful than holding on to a broken friendship. The tears I had cried and tried to dry, the ways I had attempted to ease the pain. It isn’t worth it in the end.

“Friends change. We won’t have to change friends if we understand that friends change.” said GL, my colleague from IA. How true.

The Best of Tatty Cow

2008-03-16T19:08:00.012+08:00

Last weekend, I was down at the IT fair and the latest addition to my tech savvy collection is a new Sony T70 camera. With its smile shutter and face detection features, I was having the time of my life capturing beautiful smiles of my mum. However, my mum said I had lousy photo-taking skills and good cameras won’t make my photos any prettier. =(

Are you sure, mum???

No matter how lousy my skill is, I believed there will be beautiful photos I had taken. So, I decided to go through all the photos I took for the past few years. Sadly, I have never taken many photos except when I went overseas.

Like how most singers compiled the best songs into one album and sell to the consumers, I decided to be a copy cat and compile the best from Tattycow into one folder. To my horror, only 20 photos made it into this folder!!! I mean 20 out of 2000+++ photos!!

Most of the photos I have taken are either in poor lightning, blurred images or wrong angle. Beautiful things suddenly become very ugly in my camera. =(

I will select the few better ones and here are “The best of Tattycow”:

This picture was taken on a Monday morning from Taronga zoo in Sydney, and it captures how the city awakens from the weekend.

The sunset of Sydney Harbour Bridge, taken on the cruise. The colours of the sky are simply amazing. I particularly love this image because everything seemed so calm and peaceful while the sun sets in the horizon.

The 12 apostles along the Great Ocean Road in Victoria state. The sun sets earlier during my visit, and the angle of the sun made it very difficult to capture pictures with sufficient brightness. But I still made it without flash!!

This is Ataturk Mausoleum, the final resting place of Mustafa Kemal Ataturk, also known as the ‘Father of Modern Turkey’. It is taken just before the museum closes for the day. I was the last to leave, that’s why nobody is in my picture. =)

This picture is taken in Istanbul, where my bus stopped for a short break. It is only about 5pm but the colours of the sky are already so gorgeous.

This is the Ancient City of Hierapolis, also known as cotton castle to the Turkish. It is actually limestone if I had not remembered wrongly, and the formation of the terrace is natural!! I like how the sky and white cotton merge in this picture.

France is a completely different culture, and people are everywhere. It is almost impossible to take photo without people in the town center of Troyes. It is not my photo-taking skill that makes me fall in love with this photo, but the natural occurrence of people that had made this picture so artistic la…

I can’t help but put this picture into my “favourite” folder. Notice how the tree blended into the picture?? This is exactly like a piece of painting worth 10 million dollars!!

I love this picture!! I was just being bo liao waiting for the rest of my friends outside the toilet when I took this picture. And it turned out bewitching!!

Needless to say, symmetrical pictures are always beautiful, and here’s mine. Look how the calm water reflects architecture in the dim light!! Stunning!!

Here’s the picture of leaves. Who will ever notice that leaves can be so beautiful at this angle??

I had almost 20 photos of the Eiffel tower but only one turned out nice. It is hard to capture images using night mode, and I cannot use flash because the lighted Eiffel tower will suddenly disappear in the background. So this picture is considered pretty enough to made it into the list!!

Aren't you blown away by my "superb photo-taking skill"?? Which do you like best?? I am selling at 10 dollars per piece... Hahahaha!!!

Since I spend so much money on a better camera this time round, I wonder if my photos will turn out even nicer. I also wonder if Sony is kind enough to entertain me when I ask for a refund or replacement if I complain that no nice pictures are taken…

10 things girls cannot tolerate from guys

2008-03-04T18:55:00.000+08:00

Yippy!!! After I had handed in my draft and my tests are over yesterday, I am feeling slightly relief… However, I was so slack that I actually woke up to realized it was already 1.45pm…. But after rejuvenating from the long rest, it is time for a short break, and start thinking of stupid things again. Hehehe…

I was thinking while sweeping the floor just now. What are the 10 things I cannot tolerate from guys, and here’s my list!!

Number 10: Guys in shorts

Yeah, I understand that the weather is hot and shorts are comfortable choices. But the problem lies with me. I cannot stand the sight of guys in shorts!!! I HATE HATE HATE seeing their thighs… Perhaps there is really something wrong with me, but shorts for guys are just no-no. Girls look good in shorts, provided they do not have thunder thighs, but hairy thighs from men is simply… Yuck!!!

Number 9: Guys with moustache and goatee

It is because girls do not have goatee that I hates goatee. Goatees are just not for Asians especially, because it looks weird with that few strands of hair, no longer than your armpit hair, fluttering in the wind. It makes a man look untidy, older, slacker and simply horrible. The worst is that food often sticks to the moustache while eating. The sight of crumbs of food sticking all over the moustache is a super turn off. Moreover, it makes an honest person look like a terrorist.

Number 8: Guy who try too hard to look different

I cannot stand girls who think they are so super drop-dead gorgeous, when they are not!! Similarly, I hate guys who try so hard to be suave when they are not. It becomes more disgusting when they tried to style their hair into something totally off the shelf, and wear some clothes trying hard to look different. Like for instance, some guys just don’t suit sleeveless tops, due to their flabby fair arms, but they still wear them. It is a major turn off. I mean, guys hate girls with flabby arms, thunder thighs and extra tyre around our waist, and expect us to hide them. We expect the same from guys too!! They should hide their flaws too!! =)

Number 7: Guys who complain a lot

Yeah, they do exist!! Guys who complain a lot are irritating bastards!!! If they have so much time to complain, why not spend the time to do something more constructive?? The worst part is when their problems are such peanut issue and not worth the time thinking. I understand that everyone complains, but when they complain how much the price of detergent downstairs had gone up by 50 cents, it is so damn irritating!! It is not as though there is anything I can do!! If he complains that he had been ill-treated or the shopkeeper cons him, perhaps I would still suggest that he to lodge his complain to CASE. But when I gave my suggestion, he won’t listen!!! Damn it!! Then don’t tell me la!!

Number 6: Guys who cry over pea size issues

Many guys say they are afraid to see girls crying. Likewise girls will be at a lost when a guy cries. I am not saying guys should not cry. I am saying guys should not cry over pea-sized issue. I do come across guys who are so vulnerable, weak like flowers and gets affected over minor things. For this group of guys, I cannot hate them, but I shall treat them like “one-of-us”.

Number 5: Guys that are “Action Barbie”

Ever had guy friends who tried to be involved in everything and did not excel in any?? These are the guys who will be categorized as the action barbie. They just wanted their names to be everywhere and wanted to be popular. Yeah, they tried to be well-known, and impress the girls. However, such plans usually back-fired, and they end up setting their ass on fire. Girls hate action barbies, because we don’t see them as guys, we see them as Barbie dolls we have at home!!

Number 4: Guys with bad attitude

Guys who blow their top over small issues are intolerable ass-holes. I hate to see a guy scolding their girlfriend or wife or whatever on the street. I believe arguments should be contained within 4 walls and not in the public!!! Arguing in the public is as good as flashing your ass to random passersby!! The worst that can ever happen is when a guy lifts his hand to hit the girl. I can never tolerate this nonsense no matter it is the 21st or 31st century. It is just so very wrong, no matter what you say. If I ever get married, I will never let my husband lay his fingers on me; else I will go crazy and chop off his dick!!

Number 3: Guys who talk with their tongues dripping with honey

I hate sweet talker!! If there is to be an animal that describe these category of man, it would be none other than dogs!! I hate guys who tried hard to hook up random girls just by their sweet tongues, and similarly, I cannot stand girls who are so damn cheap to fall into their traps, when they jolly well know this category of men are out to play. The worst is having this kind of person to be your boyfriend. I know all guys can be sweet talkers, but I want my boyfriend to be mushy mushy towards me and nobody else!! Love is selfish, and so am I!!

Number 2: Gossipy guys

Gossip is a girl’s thing, not for guys!! Right, I admit I am the gossipy kind of person, but I know when to stop, and keep things to myself. What I cannot stand is that some guys gossip and spread the news around!!! It is nice to befriend such guys, because they surely have up-to-date information. However, I cannot stop to label them as sissy…because it is just un-manly for a guy to gossip. My point is: Gossip is a girl’s thing. It is!! Stop complaining and shut your mouth!!!

Number 1: Male chauvinist pigs (MCP)

The number 1 on my top most hated guys is none other than the MCP!!! There is nothing more to say, 95% of girls hate MCP, 2.5% are women without backbone and cannot survive without the MCPS, while the other 2.5% are lesbians. Hahaha!!!

Ok that’s all folks!!!

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Recently, one pervert caller keeps calling my handphone!! It has already been one week. I am not sure if that is a he/she/it. Every time I pick up the call, I cannot hear him/her/it speaks, there is just silence, but obviously, the sound coming from his/hers/it side is noisy. Yesterday, that person called again thrice!! I have already warned him/her/it that I will report the case to the police if he/she/it calls again, but just now, I received the call again!!!

I have already called my hp provider and asked if I can block that number, but it cannot be done!!! What should I do next?? The number is xxx49285.

So angry!!!

Horrendous New Year Dinner

2008-02-18T20:30:00.015+08:00

I received a few messages that pissed me off completely!! I don’t know if it is correct to conclude that all guys are petty!! They fuss over the tiniest ~~matter~~ atom on earth!! Now that I am burning my top, I needed a more atrocious topic to divert my attention. So pardon me if this entry is equally crude.

For the entire weekend, I was tearing my hair and trying to remember the tons of theory for the test earlier today. But yesterday, my attention was interrupted by a new year dinner. I won’t want to miss good food since my parents recommended that restaurant, and I won’t have to pay for it!! Why not??

The restaurant was fully occupied by the time we arrived, but luckily we were smart enough to make a reservation one month ago. However, the service and standard of the food had fallen rock bottom from the time we last visited them.

Fa Cai Yu Sheng

The salmon was not fresh because it was frozen when the waiter served it. When we mixed the food, all the salmon slices were hard and stuck together.

Braised golden coin shark's fin with dried scallop and crab meat

The braised shark’s fin soup was so watery!! It was never like that when we ate it the other time. I can hardly find the fins, and I guess the sharks had gone on strike. Ok, some marine-creature lovers might protest and say we should forbid the sale of shark’s fin, but look, there is hardly any fin, unlike those sold at Rama Thai, where the entire fin is erracted and swimming around your bowl!!

Sauteed fresh scallop with XO sauce and broccoli but where's the XO sauce??

This should be sautéed fresh scallop with XO sauce and broccoli, but where is the XO sauce?? We returned and rejected the dish and guess what did the chef did?? He poured the vegetable back into the wok and mixed with some XO sauce!! Look how messy the dish had become…

The screwed up dish (it was being served this messy!!)

Abalone, black mushroom and black sea moss with green vegetable

This is the auspicious dish black moss aka fa choi. But there is real human hair within the fa choi!!! I know human hair and fa choi looks the same, but putting someone’s hair into my mouth turns me off. By the time other dishes were served, I had already lost my appetite.

Steamed live grouper in HK style

The fish was supposed to appear much earlier on, but it became the last main dish on the table, even after the stewed fried bee hoon!! I was expecting the fish to be soft and smooth, like what my mum cooked, but it was hard and rubbery and obviously overcooked!! What the Fish!!! By that time, we were so pissed off that we requested for the manager and asked her to savor on the fish that her chef had prepared. Her face crumpled up, and she understood how horrible the fish taste!!

And the worst part is yet to come…..

I fell down!!! I was on my way to the washroom and I slip and fall!!! @#$%^&*
What a way to end the dinner!!

Ok, at least there were 2 more presentable dishes

The prawn that looks good, but I don't eat, and the baby piglet with hardly any meat!!

Happy Lunar New Year!!!

2008-02-06T17:58:00.000+08:00

I have completed the experimental part of my project!!! After months of working late into the night, screwing up my weekends and slogging like a dog, my results are finally ready. However, the worst is yet to come. My mentor had joined a research institute and is going back to India, so I will be left to do the discussion all by myself!! This is scary because he had been my pillar for so long. Will I collapse after he is gone?? No, I won’t!!

The machine that had accompanied me late into the night...

Life is fairly monotonous these days, nothing much except schoolwork and FYP keeping me entertained. But I am looking forward to CNY, which is only tomorrow!! I am dying to go down to Chinatown and take a look at Mickey Mouse lightings, but my friends won’t go because they think it is unglam to be squeezing through those folks. Haizzz…

Though I won’t have the chance to be down at Chinatown, I decorated my house with Mickey all over!! I got all excited when mum threw out a bag of decorative items from the storeroom. I search for my Mickey Mouse, which had waited for 12 years to see the lights again. Hahaha!!! It was a long wait for Mickey, isn’t it??

Why izzit a "N" and not "M"?? Mum asked

More mouse around the house =)

As I am typing this, aroma from the kitchen is flooding into my room. Smell of that lotus soup, nice!! In just another hour, I will be enjoying the reunion dinner. Wonder what else my mum is preparing… I hope there is chicken. It’s just too bad that I cannot upload the smell; else you will be drooling all over your keyboard!!

The flowers are blooming and mandarin oranges are ripe jus in time for the season. I look a few shots of the flowers and they are simply lovely!! We even decorated them with auspicious stickers!! Lastly, I took out all the food items and place them on the coffee table. Now my house is so into the CNY mood, and I am enjoying every second of the day. =)

We're so into the CNY mood!!

I love this pot of flower the most among the rest bcos it is pink!!

Even my bed is getting into the CNY mood!! For a moment, I thought I was getting married...

I’m looking forward to tomorrow ever more, because it is the season to “refill” my pocket. Haha!!!

Happy New Year everyone and enjoy the short break!!

If there’s one person I miss

2008-01-20T13:25:00.000+08:00

If there is one person you miss, who is it??

I was watching a Taiwan variety show online that helps celebrities reunite with the people they had lost touch with. How heartwarming it was to see them hugging when the person they had longed for finally stand before their eyes.

No matter who you are, I am sure there is one person that had influence your life and make you who you are today. Some still keep in contact, while others just fade into oblivion. If I have a chance to find a person I had lost touch with, it would be my tutor.

When I was younger, I wasn’t at all affiliated to books. I have no idea what I did in school besides making some enemies, and my memories for primary school teachers are vague. I wasn’t a problematic child at school, but I just don’t perform. That was precisely why my mum had hired a tutor for me and my brother.

We have had 3 tutors in back then, but only one left me with the deepest impression. He threatened our delicate skin with a cane, and never failed to take a puff at the corridor before entering my house. I hated his choky breathe, and tried not to breath when he taught me. He noticed that, and brought along some mint to chew.

My mum fired my previous tutor and hired him when I was in Primary 2. I knew him as Mr Tan, 20 years old and still serving NS. He was tall, handsome and macho, with center parting like all others guys back then. You have to trust me; I was ~~drooling~~ paying attention when he taught me!!

Like usual, there wasn’t improvement even though I had a great tutor. I still didn’t pay attention in class since there was someone at home who will be teaching me all over again. How brainless I was…

One day, Mr Tan decided to quit due to his work commitments. That was 4 years after he started teaching us. I was overjoyed at first; I couldn’t resist my board smiley face. My mum hired a new tutor immediately. Surprisingly, Mr Tan came back to my house one day and sat with us at the dinning table where we always had our tuition. He started talking to us, encouraging us and petted our heads just before he left. Perhaps I was still too young to understand human feelings, but there was obviously sadness in his eyes.

Moments where he came and taught us when he met with an accident flooded my mind. Moments where he scolded me till I trembled in fear made me shudder … That was my last recollection of him.

I don’t really remember how he looked, but if I were to provide some clues to trace him back, it would be the cup he uses throughout the 4 years at my house.

Such quirky statement!! I don't think he will ever forget.

Will i ever see my tutor again?? hmmm.....it has already been more than a decade.

If I am a guy

2008-01-05T20:09:00.000+08:00

If I’m a guy, I will be a jerk.

Since good guys will probably not have girlfriends, I choose to be a jerk. Like always, jerks will have one official girlfriend and many unofficial ones, because all girls fall for jerks. My official girlfriend will be the girl next door - quiet, demure and will be treated like my puppy. She will be at home from 10pm onwards, while my life only begins after 11.

If you think my puppy-like gf will be treated like my precious, you are wrong!! How nice can a jerk be?? But I really need her to comfort me when I am down, talk to when I am bored; heal my wound when my other girlfriends hurt me. Seriously, I need her!!!

Well, my official girlfriend is unlike my unofficial ones. She is such a chore. She PMS, she message me when I am busy, she gets jealous, and doesn’t even allow me to touch her!!! I am so deprive, and you really can’t blame me for touching my other girlfriends when they allow me to do so… those sexy bodies, I could embrace them one by one.

Hanging out with all my unofficial girlfriends are fun!! I luv them all, we party like monkeys, we talk about the dirtiest topic in town, we hang out together but no strings attached. That is the best part.

My official girlfriend is boring, all she does is surf net, ask me out to shop, and spend more time with her, that’s all. Hello… I am a guy!! Do all that with your friends or other nerds, not with me!! Though I am a jerk, I do spend time with my gf, provided it is worth it.

Sometimes, I could forget that I am attached, in name. I don’t even keep her photo; I can’t even remember the last piece of clothing she wore, partially because she is sooo boring to hang out with, and partially because I am a jerk. But honestly, I still need her. Good girls are hard to come by, especially one that falls for me, obeying every word that I say.

How can she leave me?? She can’t possibly leave me when I make her feel that I am the best man in this world, no one wants her except me, and she will never find someone better than me!! I am irreplaceable, you know??

Life is such a bitch!!! You must be glad, that I’m not a guy…haha!!

Happy New Year 2008!!!

If you are wondering, that bottle of Heineken isn't mine, I was just posing. I am still stuck to my baby girl's drink - the non-alcoholic passion fruit eski cooler!!

My Idol

2007-12-17T22:13:00.000+08:00

Horray!! Hady Mirza won the Asian Idol!!! The reason why I am so happy is simply because he had done the country proud, not through his voice, but rather through his good look!! Who says handsome boys don’t exist in Singapore?? Gone are the days where girls go gaga over Japanese or Korean anime-look-alike-cute-guys, Singaporean guys are equally charming when they get serious….

If you had watched the show, you might agree with me that Hady isn’t at all matching the standard of winners from other countries. However, being Malay and singing a Malay song in the host country definitely help to pleased the population and win their votes. From the news report, I read that many Indonesian girls went crazy over Hady. Oh girls, how could you!!! Hahaha!!!

For the same reason, I thought the contestants from Indonesia, Malaysia and Singapore had higher chance of winning because most voters do not understand the 3 other languages. Even though the Indian song was so cool and the Vietnamese song sounded sweet, when voters did not understand the language, it will be difficult to make judgments, and most probably would not vote for them. Is the competition fair?? You decide.

Personally, my favourite was the Malaysian Idol – Jaclyn Victor, because she sang like a superstar. Her performance had pushed the standard sky high that other singers looked so blend beside her. On contrary, Hady’s choice of songs were pretty boring and I actually yawned while he sang. He failed to melt my heart unlike his performance during the Singapore Idol finals.

Nevertheless, Hady still look great on stage, and girls from the region had proven this point by voting him to be the first Asian Idol!!!

*scream like a little girl*

Yeah, girls are shallow… so am I…

Bad bad flu

2007-12-14T22:50:00.000+08:00

What luck!! My flu is so bad that I had blown my nose away. The skin on my nose is peeling so much that it looks crumpled. At night, I had to sleep sitting up to avoid the mucus from chocking and killing me in the middle of the night!! Wth…

Bad flu aside, holidays were fruitful so far, with FYP going smoothly, except some minor hiccups here and there. Recently, I just celebrated some friends’ birthdays, catch up with some closer friends a coupled of days ago, had a class gathering last Saturday and attended my cousin’s wedding on Sunday. Told you I am a busy girl!!

And yes, I went speed shopping with yr and sw yesterday. We charged down to town from school and sped home before 9.15 to book the SEM and XRD machine, and managed to grab the slot I wanted!! Yippy!! It was fun but crazy, because the damage was 161 bucks within 2 hours!!!

Hmmm… I don’t feel like typing anymore, my nose is leaking like a tap again.

Photo time!!

That about all to sum up my life!!

Exams no more

2007-11-30T15:45:00.000+08:00

Hooray… now that my exams are over, I am back to my "high tension" lifestyle. I still cannot believe 3 weeks bypassed so quickly when I buried myself in notes and boycotted the TV altogether. It was just yesterday that I woke up at 6 and sat for another strenuous paper which drained much of my brain cells, but it all seemed so long ago now. Honestly, I had been a hermit for the past one month, leaving my house on only 5 occasions, and for those days that I left my house, were my exam dates!!! For that, I salute myself. =)

Hahaha!!! Living in solitude is really tormenting, with only stacks of notes and perhaps facebook to amuse me every now and then. However, this semester is pretty good. I managed to finish studying my notes ahead of time since my papers are generously spread out across 3 weeks. I even had the time to decorate my Christmas tree when I should be studying for my last paper!! Aww yes, I gained weight….How to not gain weight when I eat and sit all day?? It always happens during exams. =(

In fact, when I started to notice illegal gathering of fats around my tummy and thighs, I confronted them with my uZap. However, they refused to disperse themselves and move to more constructive places – like my boobs or something. So, I will be taking severe actions against them, like more sit-ups and increase my jogging routines. Say say only la… I won’t be surprise if my tummy and thighs become so big that they can keep me afloat in water.

Actually, the holiday will only last 4 days because for my entire December, I will be in school to do my FYP. Sad, damn sad… But since my mentor is a super nice guy, I won’t mind spending more time with him. Hahaha!! Ok, he’s married.

Alright, it is time to stop ranting about all these nonsense and start clearing up the ravages from exams. My study table and book rack is incredibly messy!!! Rough papers are everywhere, and I suspect some even flew out of my window during the night. Hahaha!!! I wasn’t littering, the papers left me on their own accord. =P

Lastly, I am so looking forward to 6pm later, because I will be meeting up with my Sec school khakis for dinner at Holland V!!! Yippy!!!

Friends I can’t life without

2007-11-02T00:07:00.000+08:00

WHAT?!! It’s November already??? Sob sob sob… But I seriously needed a break. The past 2 weeks were hectic, with assignments due and quizzes one after another. Finally, lessons have ended and awaiting me are 5 battles starting 15 November, 1.30pm.

Wahahaha!!! Exams excite me!! I wonder if IA that had caused me to develop this weird symptom. But nevertheless, I will study hard so DON’T DISTRUB ME.

Before I disappear into the fantasy world of engineering, I shall update my blog one last time.

Actually, life had been prefect and there is nothing really significant… so what can I write??

Hmmm… why not I introduce some friends I cannot live without??

From left to right – Lakh, yy, Bob, Brice, David, Me, Ash, py, Joseph, and the one squatting is xj. Missing in the picture – R, zinc, pj, jl etc etc…

They are my very first clique when I started uni 4 years ago.

Lakh is the fake French guy. He had a Caucasian look and I love his eyes!! Awww… those dazzling eyes can electrocute any girl at the power of 1500MWatt. I still remember that he told us he was French when everyone else commented that he didn’t look Singaporean. What a bad liar!!! Hahaha!!! But heck, he’s handsome…

Next is yy. Actually we had a past, but I would say it was a fling. Felt quite sorry that I had once traumatized him so much that my spirit had haunted him for quite a while. I would say he is a nice chap, but he is not my cup of milo. What had happened is the past, and I think we were happy being as friends. =)

Ohh… Bobby!! He is the cutest guy I have ever known. A helpful plump little boy whose stomach is as big as the universe, no food will go to waste when he is around. I got know him even better when we were in year 3, when we work together in projects. Oh yes, he is rich and single too!! Anyone interested??

Brice had been drifting in and out from our clique but I was glad he took this picture with us. He self confessed that he was a tortoise, but I think he fits the bill of a snail better. When a lame joke is told, the rest of the people started laughing, followed by me and lastly him. If I am WOLS like a tortoise, he should be the snail!!! Anyway, I don’t think it is appropriate for a guy to call himself tortoise, isn’t it?? (乌龟王八usually refers to guys)

Snail and tortoise unite...

David is the anime king. Ask him any anime and he will kindly loan out his anime collection, no question asked. Though he lives in the world of anime, he is quite shy and soft spoken. But when he starts cracking lame jokes, every one of us feel like chopping off one of his leg to really make him lame!! To single ladies who want entertaining bfs, he’s the man.

Beside David is me, acting pretty. =P

Ash is another lady I cannot life without. But she appears so frequently in my blog that everyone will know her. She is good natured and helped me so much in school that I will feel handicap without her. But she has poor memory. I mean it!! I am starting to suspect if she is suffering from Alzheimer’s disease….

Aren't we cool??

py is the girl that every guy will drop to his knees and transform into a puppy wiggling his tail at her feet. She is the real hot babe!!! But not too long ago, she trashed our dream (Ash and me). She was one of the nominees for the TV show Hey Gorgeous, but gave up the chance instead. So what has it got to do with trashing our dream?? She trashed our dream because we wanted to have an actress friend… sob sob…

Joseph is the in-born presenter. We don’t have to worry about who is going to present for the project if he is in the group. That is because he has this sharp tongue that he sharpens with a sharpener everyday. (I hope you get my point) When he speaks, anyone will be convinced even when we don’t understand what he is saying. That is during group discussions. I am sure his tongue is dripping with honey when he is talking to his honey…Hahaha!!!

Last but not least, the PRC xj. If you are wondering, he took this picture. He is the smartest among us and one of the potential first class honors candidate. To us, he is like the walking encyclopedia, with knowledge juice tailing behind him. How lucky to have a smart friend like him, it feels like befriending a soon-to-be professor.

They are the friends I cannot live without. *hugz*

Ok, that’s all for now, I shall go back to my fantasy world of engineering.

May the battles begin…

Bicycles

2007-10-11T22:48:00.000+08:00

Riding a bicycle is fun, but falling off from one is horrible.

After a tiring day at school, I took a bus out to the interchange. While enjoying the scenic ride, a cyclist zoomed past my bus as it stopped to pick up some passengers. He wasn’t wearing a helmet, and as he approached the hump, I witnessed him leaping off into the midair like a hot potato being flung out from the window.

His bicycle twisted into a mess while he did a somersault in the air, literally!!! But landed flat on his nose…

*Ouch* I squeak!!

That was a scene of the century!!! Ok, I shall not be mean; he must have hurt himself really badly… he lay on the road for a good 3 seconds before scrambling back to his feet. At that moment, a motorcyclist from the opposite lane stopped to assist him. I don’t know what happened next, but when my bus past him, he was bleeding from his head, nose and elbow.

The most fortunate thing is that no other buses or cars bypass that area. It won’t be funny if he was flung into midair and get hit by another speeding car.

But my point is - roads are constructed for vehicles. Bicycles are not proper vehicles if the cyclists are not professional enough to ride on it. Having a non professional cyclist on the road is as dangerous as a crazy mother pushing her baby’s stroller on the expressway.

Earlier this year, there was also an accident that involved a local DJ, in which he lost some teeth due to a terrible fall. I do have my fair share of injuries associated to bicycles. There was once I tried to impersonate Harry Potter and rode straight into the wall, hoping that it will bring me to some magical land. I was wrong... I bang head-on into the wall and had left a permanent scar on my left foot. Ok, just condemn me.

Look at the number of bicycles!!!! omg...

Stress relieving time

2007-10-06T17:55:00.000+08:00

Right now, I am busy trying to decode what is classical mechanics and what is quantum mechanics, when XN send me a chain message. I hate chain message, but I thought the content was kind of interesting.

Here it goes:

Find a guy, who calls you beautiful instead of hot

Who calls you back when you hang up on him

Who will stay awake just to watch you sleep

Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead.

Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats

Who holds your hand in front of his friends

Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and

how lucky he is to have you

Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says, "...that's her."

I think that was so beautiful... Unfortunately, no one has ever done all that for me….=(
If a guy don't even see eye-to-eye with you and is hideous about the relationship in front of his friends, it means that he is ashame of being with you!!!

The second part of the message is just like any other cursing session:

If u open this U have to repost it or you will have bad luck for the rest of your life!
Tonight at midnight your true love will realize they like you. Something good will happen to you at approx 1:42pm tomorrow, it could be anywhere.

So get ready for the biggest shock of your life.

If you break this chain, you will be cursed with relationship problems for the most important time of your life. Send this to 15 people in 15 minutes to carry on the chain...and spare you the emotional stress.

I am waiting for the biggest shock that will happen to me tomorrow at 1.42pm…

I am waiting…
waiting….
waiting…..

To go or not to go

2007-10-01T19:29:00.000+08:00

First and foremost, Happy Children’s Day!! It had been a good ten years since my last children’s day… Oh man… it’s hard to admit that I’m no longer young, but I still can’t help to wake up feeling like a kid every morning.

Phew…Let me take a short break from my assignments.

Yesterday, I was surprise when one of my long-time-no-chat friend msn-ed me. If you’re wondering, I switched to offline mode so that our conversation will not be distracted.

Let’s see how I shall put this…

In short, her ex-boyfriend had sent her the invitation for his wedding, and she was wondering if it would be appropriate for her to attend.

I am sure there is something amiss about the wedding when she told me they broke up for merely a year, after 4 years together. Don’t ask me if he is a playboy, I don’t know. Let’s assume he is not too rotten and believe in the best of people by giving him the benefit of the doubt, shall we??

For my friend, I think she wasn’t totally over him just yet, explaining her dilemma.

As I was typing away on the keyboard, I knew my two cents worth of advice will be falling on deaf ears but nevertheless, I still dish out various options on what she can do!!! That’s so nice of me….

In my opinion, there can only be two options.

Go – If someone invites you, it is out of courtesy to attend the event, isn’t it??
Don’t go – Inform beforehand that you have more important things to attend to. There is no need for an explanation.

That is the simplest case scenario. But when the question of “should I go, or not” comes in, it is largely determine by the reasons behind it. So I posted her the question as to why and why not to go, and her reply was one of a kind!!

She wanted to attend the wedding so that she can scold the bride, bitch about her and splash some alcohol on her.
She did not want to attend because she might lose control and do the above stated.

What the heck??? Is she really going to do that?? I can understand her grievance for the lost of youth, love and honor she had sacrificed for the 4 years, but I guess one year of mourning period is sufficient to brush off all the broken pieces of a shattered relationship.

After dispensing advices cum consoling cum analyzing the situation for a whole 2 hours, she was still telling me how she would plot against the bride. WTH… no wonder he ditched her.

You can’t fault me for saying this, can you?? I mean, she is really stubborn, childish and a pain-in-the-ass. It is usual to get hitched and then ditched in a relationship. If she is really going to create havoc at the wedding, it will only showcase the worst of her. Creating a scene will not get the better out of a person in anyway.

Perhaps she is only vetting her evil thoughts to me?? I hope she is not as bad as I have thought. But when I was about to go to bed, she was still plotting against the bride. I hope she was joking. What else can I say??

I rest my case.

What will you do if u were in her shoes??

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Just for laugh

A guy goes to the supermarket and notices an attractive woman waving at him. She says hello. He's rather taken a back because he can't place where he knows her from. So he says, 'Do you know me?'

To which she replies, 'I think you're the father of one of my kids.

Now his mind travels back to the only time he has ever been unfaithful to his wife and says, 'My God, are you the stripper from my bachelor party whom I made love to on the pool table with all my buddies watching while your partner whipped my butt with wet celery???'

She looks into his eyes and says calmly, 'No, I'm your son's teacher.'

Happy Mid-Autumn festival

2007-09-25T13:27:00.000+08:00

It is the time for moon cakes again!! Green tea flavor, single yolk, double yolk, ice cream moon cake etc etc…. Yummy!!! How wonderful it is, to have traditional festivals linked to food. It makes festivals so unforgettable, and I’m drooling!!!

The joyous Mid-Autumn festival is a celebration of reunion, on the fifteenth day of the eighth month on the lunar calendar, and it usually occurs around the autumn equinox. It is a day when everything is supposed to be round - 天上月圆人间团圆This is the time of the year where most Chinese believe the moon to be the roundest. Is the moon square at other times??

I am still very much amazed, to have a festival dedicated to the moon!!

When I was very young, mid-autumn festival is a day I believed that setting a tree on fire is legal, and I ended up killing a small tree with my brother.
As I grew older, it is a day I believed there was a fairy and rabbit on the moon, and I spent the night trying to spot them with binoculars.
Soon after, I was told not to point my fingers at the moon, as the fairy will get angry and cut my ears off!!
Later on, I was made to believe that round is good, and everyone will be happy. So, I took home my spelling book with a circle in it, but got a spankey on my very round butt instead!!

Adults are like that, I don’t believe what they say anymore!! But as I grew older, I am becoming like an adult. I told my little naive cousins the very same things I was told, and they actually believed me!!

Whatever it is, Mid-Autumn festival is a day where the moon will be most appreciated. It is also a day to believe that our loved ones from aboard will be mesmerized with the same beautiful moon of the year, where warmth and comfort embraces….

Here is a nice song I found, with beautiful lyrics sang by Faye Wong.

但愿人长久千里共婵娟

Wishing all my friends a wonderful Mid-Autumn Festival.

This entry is specially dedicated to my best curry buddy - Yishi!! Hope you are having fun in Taiwan now!!

What's my perfect major?

2007-09-12T17:38:00.000+08:00

Blog hopping and I chance upon ash's blog. We're alike!!! Both of us should major in Chemistry.

But I will never regret being a materials engineer.

You scored as Chemistry, You should be a Chemistry major! As if that isnt clear enough, you are deeply passionate about Chemistry, and every single chemical reaction and concept fascinates you. Pursue that!

Philosophy

75%

Chemistry

75%

Theater

75%

Biology

75%

Mathematics

67%

Engineering

67%

Journalism

67%

English

67%

Dance

58%

Psychology

58%

Linguistics

50%

Sociology

50%

Anthropology

50%

Art

42%

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If 50% is the passing grade, I'm nearly all-rounded since I possess almost everything... That explains why I am not round because I failed art in secondary school... =P

So what's ur perfect major??

What is sharing??

2007-09-11T21:34:00.000+08:00

I looked up the dictionary and I found 2 meanings of sharing:
- To participate in, use, enjoy or experience jointly or in turns
- To allow someone to use or enjoy something that one possesses

Mum says the willingness of a person to share can demonstrate her compassion, generosity and sympathy towards others that were in need. To her, sharing is a virtue. It is graceful and benevolent.

But I think mum is only half correct. Sharing should not be link only to monetary, like in the case of my mum’s explanation.

Don’t we share the same train with other commuters that were on their way to school?? Don’t we share the same friends?? Isn’t the World Wide Web is created for the purpose of sharing information??

Sharing is loving, and loving is having someone to share the beauty of the stars, to have someone to talk with and be able to discover the joy of each other.

Sharing is a form of communication. The sharing of joy or sorrow bridges the sharers which can be the basis for understanding each other, and lessen the threat of their differences.

Since sharing can bring so much enjoyment, why did I felt like crap when I found myself sharing a toothbrush with my dad all these while??

FYP nutcase

2007-09-04T21:59:00.000+08:00

Anxiety and nervousness overcame me as seconds ticked by… 58…59…00!! My finger raced down the mouse to click on the slot I wanted.

“The timeslot had been taken” Not again?!!

I didn’t manage to book the equipment for my project. I think my finger lacks something – speed. But the main problem was, too many students are fighting for that few pathetic slots available for one machine. Alright, I am really depressed… What if I still cannot get a slot?? How am I going to characterize my specimen?? Arghhh!!!

I am not the only one facing this problem, so I shouldn’t be too bothered by it. Anyway, lab work was fun today!! Ash really took her hats off for me because I made the stern and ill-tempered lab technician laugh and did the most unexpected.

Ash had a slot this afternoon and I was interested to see how she characterized her sample. So, I followed her to the lab after school. As I was wearing slippers, I must look for a covered shoe from somewhere, hidden under some working benches inside the lab.

We looked a lift down to basement 4 and pushed open the door. There were 3 technicians seated at the reception desk, buried in their work. I am sure I can easily get in without my bare toes being noticed, I thought. Ash started leading me, while I creep quietly behind. We passed the reception desk and turned into the preparation room. I can swear that my heart was throbbing faster as I hold my breath. Once inside, we looked under the benches frantically for those safety boots. They were all missing!!!

As I stayed put in the preparation room, Ash walked out again towards the reception desk. To her surprise, the stern technician stopped her and command that I should wear covered shoes. She began signaling me to come over, and I know I was dead.

Again, I tiptoed towards her desk and couldn’t stop but giggle. Looking down and wiggling my toes, I thought I would just be honest and told her that I was looking for covered shoes. Surprisingly, I didn’t get a trashing down!!! She looked at me with a what-the-hell look and started laughing with me. Was it so funny???

The next thing that really left me all baffled was when she offered to lend me her shoes!!! I guess wearing a smile and speaking politely to an ill-tempered person will ease the situation so much that they will go the extra mile to assist you.

Wahahaha!!!!! I end up wearing the technician’s shoe for a whole 2 hours!!! And her shoe stinks….

Lastly, the next thing I found from my cupboard isn’t fingernails… but hair….Hahaha!!! Ever wonder why I keep my hair???

In a bag...

Taking it out

How gross....

The Collectable

2007-08-23T19:02:00.001+08:00

As some friends already know, I didn’t have an internet connection for days and that explains my lack of updates. Anyway, life without internet was tormenting. I switch on my lappy, and the best entertainment was the limited or rather less than 100 not-very-up-to-date songs and nothing else.

In order to get back online, I tried to decode my brother’s password like a hacker and I succeeded!!! Hooray!!! I am so intelligent; nothing can stop me for the net!!! Wahahaha!!!!

So, what have I been doing the past few days?? Well, I was shifting some of the things into my new drawers and in the process; I found something really historical but personal, that is – my baby teeth!!!

Not just one or two, I actually collected the entire set of my baby teeth, all 12 of them!!

If I had not recalled wrongly, I lost my first tooth when I was 6. It had not gone loose or anything of that sort, but rather my mum forced it out with a pincer. Yes!! My mum pulled out 2 of my baby teeth because the adult teeth are already growing but my baby teeth are not giving way.

Subsequently, most of my baby teeth began to fall out of place one by one. They dropped while I was eating or brushing, or playing with them with my little fingers. Only 2 were pulled out by the school’s dentist.

When I looked at how cute those little bones are, I cannot believe it was once in my mouth. I mean, they looked so dirty and gross as though I had eaten some shit. They were so yellow as if I just dug it out from the soil. Eeeyah!!! I will never place them in my mouth ever again.

Alright, I shall end now and go for dinner. My stomach is grumbling...

Actually, I found another freakier collection in the same cupboard. It is also something personal, but not anything you can think of!! Make a guess before I post it up in my next entry!!

Money eater

2007-08-03T15:02:00.000+08:00

Eeeee… I was shot, with two emails!!! Damn it….

55 cents (click for larger view)

$2.05

Ok, as you can see, I was caught… Wahahaha!!!

Perhaps you are laughing at me for cheating the school. It is alright, just continue laughing. I always have reasons for doing anything, including this. Let’s see if I can convince you to do the same after reading this. =)

In my school’s computer lab, it costs 5 cents per page for printing. Let’s do some analysis.

1 page = 5 cents = 1 piece of paper
2 pages = 10 cents = 1 piece of paper (duplex printing)
2 pages = 10 cents = 2 pieces of paper (single sided)

If you love the environment like me, you will choose duplex printing. But for charges wise, it will be advisable to choose single sided. Reason being, it cost less and you get more. The other side of the paper can still be used as rough paper anyway.

I think it is sort of “unfair” towards my pocket for charging by per page basis, because it costs more that way. As you can see, it is expensive to conserve the environment. The school is not promoting a greener environment by encouraging single sided printing, since it is more “worth it”.

So yesterday, I decided to cheat on the school again. Take note, I said again!! I have been under-paying for my notes ever since I found this loophole. Though, it is unfair to the school because they have to pay for the ink, but human beings are selfish. We would rather be in the gaining position than at the losing end and that is why I got shot with the emails.

Whatever it is, I still think that the school is overcharging, as 5 cents per page is daylight robbery!! As a poor student, every cent counts. 5 cents per page is ridiculous when my notes are ludicrously thick. Like this!!!

This is just one module.... How many rims of papers do I need if I were to print at home??

When we owe the school some money, they came running after us with a knife. Conversely, when we pay more than the stipulated amount, the school kept it to themselves. I have a bill to back me up on this statement.

Look closely, this is my last semester’s school bill, and where was I??

Last semester, I was doing my industrial attachment, drawing a meagre salary. That means I was away and not even flushing their toilet bowls. Even though that was the case, didn’t the school deduct money from my dad’s CPF and GIRO account?? IA students are not rich, because we forked out the salary from our dad’s pocket. Simply speaking, our dad paid us. That sounds stupid, doesn’t it?

And that’s not the end yet. We also paid for the services and facilities we did not utilize. For instance, the shuttle bus services and, health services, student union, and so on and so forth. But now, my school is after me for that few dollars which I am desperately trying to save up to pay for the thousands they were getting from my dad.

I am not trying to defend myself, but it is just preposterous to be squeezing their students dry this way.

The school is rich, no doubt about that. I guess if they convert their assets into cash, they could easily spread it across the entire campus, up all the walls, covering every inch of it.

And lastly, my school is like a materialistic woman. She loves to buy branded stuff and dress up to show off to other people. The newly erected LCD screen at the entrance of the campus is one example. Though it makes the school look more digitally advance, I think it is a waste of money. We were doing just as fine without it.

Caught in between

2007-07-18T15:41:00.000+08:00

I was reading on the train yesterday morning when a group of aunties swam in at the next stop. Among them, there was a lady carrying two big bags and she placed it very near to my legs. She was very wobbly when the train started moving and so, I offered my seat to her. Surprisingly, she rejected my offer!!! How could she!!! Hmmm… She would rather collapse on the train than to admit she is ancient and take up my spot?? Very stubborn!!!

Hmmm…that’s not the thing I feel like writing, because I want to write about serious stuff. What you are about to read are very complicated stories, 100% true, and no part of those stories had been altered. They are written based on my encounters and my personal opinions.

This is how it begins. JP and WZ was a couple for two years. JL and GY like each other. JP and JL are my good guy friends but I do not know WZ or GY, even though I knew they are my friends’ girlfriends. JP and JL are also friends but, they are not exactly close or familiar with each other.

As for me, I am a not-so-happy-individual recently as I already had enough problems to settle by myself. Their problems are trivial as compared to mine. At least that’s how I view it. Mine would be a mega huge problem, even deity cannot solve. If you know me well enough, you might understand what that means.

Somehow recently, I was told by both JP and JL than my presences had threatened the relationship between them and their girlfriends. WTH… How did I get myself caught between not one, but two couples?? I didn’t know my life could be entangled in such a mess. There were already problems between both couples, but I feel that I was being dragged into the picture innocently.

Let me tell you the story one by one.

Story 1

JL had been going after GY for as long as I know him, and they were not exactly a couple yet. He had been doing and giving many things to her, and obviously JL is very much in love with GY. I got to know JL when I started my research work in the school last year and I was in the same laboratory as him. We got to know each other really well as we could simply speak our mind and there isn’t a need to filter what we really wanted to say.

In fact, we became really good buddies and he had also been asking some advices from me regarding chasing GY. He had been very honest with GY when he went out with me but somehow, GY was not too happy that JL went out with another girl.

Just not too long ago, GY wanted to return everything that JL had given her. She cannot tolerate JL going out with me; in fact, she cannot tolerate JL spending time with anyone else except her. According to JL, GY wanted to return everything he had given after she was told about the outing to vivo with me the other day.

As for me, I went to vivo with JL because he was extremely bored that Sunday and asked if I was free to accompany him to buy some things. You might say I am contradicting myself because I used to mention that girls only go out with guys one-to-one if they are interested in them. Wrong!!!

I do not mind going out with JL one-to-one because I already know who he love and we were very good friends. Moreover, given my current status, it will not cause any misunderstanding at all.

The problem here is that GY jumped into conclusion too quickly and she does not know me. If JL can be so honest with her, she should know that she is the one on his mind, and any other girls cannot be a threat. She felt threaten because she had no confidence in JL, thus she would rather keep him to herself all the time. Very stubborn!!!

In this entire incident, I was innocently dragged into their problem…. Is it not right on my part to befriend a guy friend, or is GY too sensitive??

Story 2

By chance, JP and I were in the same lecture for one of the modules. He did not have any friend in the class and so, Ash introduced him to me. From that day on, he was sitting with me for that module because I am his only friend.

Our friendship was well and all for the past one year until 2 days ago, I got a call from him which stunned me totally. He asked me to call his girlfriend, WZ to explain things…

I was quite puzzled when I called her, and I had also least expected WZ to tell me so many things that I had never known. From her words, JP was never honest with her regarding who he meets, or who he talked to on the phone or MSN. (I had chat with him and had also gone out one-to-one with him.)

That was the root of the misunderstanding. WZ was disappointed that JP had not come clean with his behaviors as he had prohibit WZ to go out one-to-one with her guy friends, but JP had done so without telling her.

The reason why she had misunderstood me and JP was due to the fact that WZ was suspicious of JP and wanted to check on him. She admitted that she had asked around her friends about me and him and also read the MSN conversations between us on his laptop. I cannot remember which one was that, but she said it was regarding a dinner we had planned at yishun. (Ash was aware of that too!! But in the end, she didn’t go)

On top of that, she felt that JP is no longer as patient as he used to, and no longer send her home. He would say that he had no time for her when she found out that he was busy having dinner with other girls, including me. She had seen my picture and found me attractive. (Which picture was that??!!)

So, I asked if she would mind if I was a guy. I explained to her that I felt nothing unusual about the friendship from my side and I treated him as a friend and he will always be. I didn’t want our friendship to turn sour just because of her, as we are fully aware of each other’s status.

WZ was convinced. She told me I was a nice person, and she believed my words, even though that would not change the fate of their relationship. (I am still wondering what she meant…) She thinks that as a boyfriend, JP shouldn’t hide anything if there is really nothing going on.

I told her not to let go of a relationship too easily just because of some misunderstandings, because they are solvable. 2 years is a long time and those moments shared must be cherished. Only when the problems are huge, where love cannot triumph over, than maybe one should consider giving up.

This is just a brief summary about our conversation. I actually called her and we talked for 2 hours, when I don’t even know her!!

I agree and disagree to some of her words and actions, but don’t you think that I have been innocently dragged into this as well?? Is JP a lousy boyfriend, or is WZ too demanding??

You see in the two stories, one chose to be honest and that had lead to trouble. The other chose to lie, but it also leads to trouble. What’s the problem then?? If you are someone else’s girlfriend, how would you want your boyfriend to be??

There is a saying - I can give you the wealth of the world but still it will not make you as happy as love. And I think it's true.

Dots

2007-07-12T15:05:00.000+08:00

I thought I was thoughtful, caring and all until I was slapped back into reality. I am uncaring, lousy, insensitive and a dumbass, fool-of-the-century. I am full of flaws with flabby arms and thighs, and my mentality is just ancient. I am imperfect and I cost no more than that wrecked car in the garage. I was so depressed when I concluded something like that…

Well, I am not here to condemn myself, and I never will. Those that you have seen are just my flaws and not the entire picture. I recalled reading this story a few months back, and I thought it would be a good way to let you understand the message I am trying to convey.

A woman have had enough of her husband and stormed into the lawyer’s office, demanding for a divorce.

Woman (W): I’ve had enough, I can no longer live with him and I want a divorce!!!

Lawyer (L): Calm down, my lady. I’ve heard enough of such case and I am sure you do it in the spite of anger. Let’s do a little test to see if I can change your mind.

The lawyer took from his drawer, a pen and paper and placed it in front of the lady.

L: Draw a circle. For every flaw you see in him, put a dot in the circle.

The lady picked up the pen and started doting impatiently into the circle, and by the end of 10 minutes, she was tired. She flung the pen back onto the table and starred at the paper.

L: What do you see now??

W: What else?? A circle full of dots!!

The lawyer nodded and smile.

L: What else can you see??

The lady hesitated and picked up the piece of paper. She figured it out for a while, placed it back onto the table and looked at the lawyer.

W: There is white spacing in between the dots.

L: That’s right!! There are indeed lots of dots in the circle, and those represent his flaws. But look again, between those dots, the white spacing shows the goodness that you have initially overlooked. No one can be a perfectly clean circle.

The End.

It depends on where you wish to focus your attention on - the dots or the clear spacing.

But adding on to the story, I guess it also depends on how big you are willing to draw my circle. The bigger the circle, the less significant the dots would be, and the more goodness you can see in me. I am not perfect, and I never will be.

Alright, I should stop making excuses to get a bigger circle. Perhaps for some of you, my circle is so small and full of dots, I am just a solid black dot and nothing more than that. I may not be able to remove those dots, but I will change for the better. I promise.

Maybe I should end my story a little differently today.

“I lived happily ever after….”

P/S: To rus, yes I want to get married, but whether I eventually do is another thing. And whether I get married and get a divorce is a whole new thing. It doesn’t matter whether it is “We” or “I”, the main point is to “live happily ever after”. Make sense??

I lost my mind

2007-07-11T16:51:00.000+08:00

I’ve always enjoy watching Channel 8 dramas, and recently there was another longwinded-cum-intangible-cum-complicated series going on. The point of watching drama series is to watch till the end and get to know how the story turns out. The question is always the same - Will they be together, or not??

Life had been too kind to me, and I don’t know when my next tragic will strike. Sometimes, I wonder how my story will end.

Will my life be full of dramas?? Will I wake up one day and lost all my memories or I found out that I am an adopted kid or I am soon going to die from leukemia?? No, that is too much like a Korean drama.

Will my life be monotonous?? I will just graduate, find a job, get a husband, bear some kids, grow old and die?? No, that’s too boring.

Perhaps, my story goes like this. I will still graduate, find a husband and get married. I will still grow old and die, but before that something interesting must happen!!! My family will strike TOTO 10 million dollars and we will go on a holiday. At the beach, my husband fell in love with a bikini babe while I fall for a hunk. We decided to split up the 10 million and go our separate ways, looking forward to a second chance in life….
Yuck!!! This story is too gross… scrape that!!

Or perhaps, my life will be a tragic. On the day I get married, my husband lost his mind and decided to turn gay. So, he would randomly grab a guy and dump me. I will suddenly go crazy and ended up staying in Hougang chalet for the rest of my life…
Ohh no… this will be too much for me to handle…scrape that too!!

Or maybe, I will get married happily. Everything is lovey dovey and smooth sailing for me and my husband, until one day my 13 year old kid got herself pregnant and I must prepare to take on the role as a grandmother when I am only 40 years old??
Damn it!!! That must not happen either!!

Why is my stories so unmoving and pessimistic and nonsensical??

When I start my story from the beginning, I don’t know how it will turn out to be. Starting in the middle makes no sense at all, not even to me, because the stories will be full of shit like what I have just written. So, I guess I should start writing my story from the end, so that people know how it all turned out to be.

"We lived happily ever after."

That’s the way I want my story to end.

Wormy wormy

2007-06-30T21:47:00.001+08:00

I recalled a conversation with my mum and brother a few days back, regarding intestinal worms. According to my mum, she overheard a customer’s conversation with the butcher. That customer bought pig intestine and found some worms inside. She described the worms as brown, thick as my pinkie and about 10 cm in length. What a horror story!!

I have heard about pouring coke over pork and maggots started crawling out, but that is due to flies laying eggs on the pork after the pig got killed. If the pigs were killed in a hygienic environment, the chance of flies laying eggs on the pork is minimized. Not just pork, any red meat will be a good breeding place for the eggs anyway, so I am not too concern about that.

But how did those big fats worms made their way into the intestine??? Hmmm…

Since I have no work, no dates and so much time, I did a mini research about intestinal worms.

From my research, intestinal worms are parasites that exist in most animals, pets and even human. There are 3 main types, the roundworm, whipworm and hookworm. The symptoms of infection are similar; including a distended abdomen and severe underweight caused by malnutrition. It reminds me of the African kids…..and Priscilla, whose thigh is as big as my arm.

As parasites, they attached themselves at the beginning of the small intestine and survive on the food the stomach had digested. When we eat, we are feeding the worms. If we are on hunger strike, they feed on our blood. Thus, it makes no difference whether we eat or not, because they never go on a diet.

If there are too many worms in us, the food we eat might be absorbed mostly by them and causes us to suffer from malnutrition. If you are eating endlessly but never get fat, you are most probably living with some worms and they usually live till the day you die.

My mum said a worm crawl out from my brother’s ass when he was a toddler, and I remembered Pris said she shitted a worm when she was young. Yucks… So gross…

Ok, since there are people demanding pictures, here they are.

Your small intestines....

Can you see the worms?? Eeeeee...

Wow!!! A whole jar of worms!!!

p/s: All pictures from google image

I hope you puke!!! Mahahaha!!!!

Alright get serious, here are some pictures taken during the KL trip, from my hotel room.

Oops!! Can see my fingers!!!

Ahhh... That's better...

This was taken at around 10.30pm, and it was raining heavily!!!

I didn't bring my camera along for the trip, and these pictures are taken with my phone. Not too bad huh??

There is a funny video that shows the difference between the male and female. To me, it is kind of stereotyping, because not all females are like that as there are lesbians and not all males are like that because gays also exist!!!

My short getaway to KL

2007-06-23T16:23:00.000+08:00

My life had been so interesting and filled with excitement that I forgot I had a blog. To start things off, my sore throat is killing me, and that’s due to the 4 hours KTV session with 2 other friends yesterday. It was peculiar to sing with not-very-close-friends, and the fact that we weren’t afraid to disgrace ourselves in front of each other was more than weird. I am a horrible singer and my voice might just deafen anyone. Since I cannot talk, I shall write.

Hmm… Let me write about my short getaway to Kuala Lumpur…

I spent my time in KL over the last weekend to slim down my fat wallet. It was a pleasant trip, and I really enjoyed myself. Along the way, I learnt the Malay language and personally, I think it wasn’t really that tough.

While shopping around KL, I notice that the Malay language is spelled the way where the word is to be pronounced. There were only slight alterations from the English spelling, and for certain words, the pronunciation is sufficient for me to understand the content.

For instance, Candy Corner is spelled as Kandy Korner and Caramel is spelled as Karamel. There are many other words that begin with a “C” for English but “K” for Malay. I stopped to wonder if Calvin is from Singapore and Kelvin is from Malaysia.

Another interesting word I saw was from a petrol kiosk while walking towards the bus interchange. On the road stand, it read “24 Jam”. Coincidently, there was a horrible jam on the opposite road. It was as though the petrol kiosk had predicted a 24 hours traffic jam along the road.

In KL, the shops always had on their signboard stating the items they sell. Shoe shops had Kedai Kasut and Bag shops would have Kedai Beg on the top left hand corner of the signboard. I am always excited when I see Kedai Kasut; their shoes are so pretty and cheap that I bought 4 pairs home!! Converting back to SGD, the 4 pairs cost around 45SGD. So cheap!!! How I wish my mum would have given me 3 more pairs of legs to wear them all at one go.

We stayed at The Federal, located at Bukit Bintang, supposedly mean Star Hill. It was a 3 star hotel, clean and decent on the outside. But in my room, there was a whole contingent of cockroaches marching across the floor. I dare not even take a peak under the bed, because I could already imagine many more baby cockroaches partying below.

There was an A&W outlet in KL!!! I had initially thought that it had been completely wipe out from the universe, until I spotted one in KL. How would I miss the chance of savoring the traditional root beer float, curly fried and waffles?? To my disappointment, their waffle was a complete disaster, while the fries and root beer float were merely passable. No wonder they close down in Singapore.

At the end of my trip, my wallet had lost so much weight; it is so skinny I need to put it under the intensive care unit once again.

I am a student, all over again

2007-06-09T21:49:00.000+08:00

Where was I a year ago?? A recent email from Gilles reminded me that we had known each other for a year now. The memories of France were still fresh and the green pasture still smells good. Not forgetting the icy cold wind and the unusual encounters along the trip.

That’s how fast time flew by. I had concluded my Year 3 yesterday when I packed my things and left the office for the last time. After weeks of countdown, the day finally arrived. HOLIDAY!!!!

My last week at work was hectic, but fun!! Probably due to the fact that my 22 weeks “jail term” was coming to an end, and there were 2 farewell parties to celebrate the regaining of my freedom!! Besides a photo whoring sessions with my 2 god-sisters; there were countless tea breaks where I made my own milo dinosaur and numerous talking-cock sessions with my boss. How can that not be fun??

I also tried my best to be late for work, because I just feel like doing something for the first time. It was thrilling!! I signed in late for 2 consecutive days, but boss broke my record and came in later than me. =(

The last trip home was tough, seriously. It was sunny yet raining, and I had to lug with me so many things. I had to bring home 2 big umbrellas, 2 jackets, a bottle of hand lotion, a face mirror, a mouse cushion, a file, a cup, my handphone charger, IA logbook and notebook, and a farewell gift. I looked as though my boss just fired me and I had to pack up and leave on the spot.

But well, I still made it home.

Guess what I got as my final farewell gift……

Very unique, isn’t it?? Hahaha!!!

For now, I am a student, all over again.

Lastly, congratulations to SP for your fantastic results and graduation from NTU!! All the best to you!!!

Count down!!

2007-05-27T16:22:00.000+08:00

Hurray!!! My attachment is coming to an end. It will be my 21st working week and only 9 working days left!!! I am so excited. Can you feel it??

9… 8… 7… 6… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… HOLIDAY!!! =D

And my final year in school. =(

When I am working, only weekends and public holidays are worth waiting for. But in school, I could look forward to each holiday that drags a few months across the year. Yippy!!!

And why are there people yawning and bugging me on my chatterbox?? The reason why I haven’t been updating is because my life is so monotonous now, if I were to blog, I will bore the dead to another death.

So what have I been up to??

I was desperately rushing through my report that was due last Friday, and that had drained much of my time and brain cells. As for the past few weekends, I was either working part time or attending some talks or having gatherings with friends. Basically, I don’t have time.

When we have too much of something, it becomes dull. Since I face the computer everyday in the office, the sight of computers disgusts me. That’s why I am losing the passion to write now, and I even try to avoid switching on the computer at home. Yes, I am such an enthusiastic worker who seldom mix work with my personal life, thus explains why I have never use my working time to blog.

I wouldn’t say I avoid unofficial stuff during working hours, as I play online games during work too. I am an angel, not a saint. Because of that, I am so proficient in my Alt-Tab skill; I can get away with every unexpected situation, unscathed. Wahahaha!!! =)

Recently, there were a few new colleagues of which, one left me with the deepest first impression. She was introduced last week.

Asst financial controller: Hello everybody, she is our new accounts colleague - Sia.

Me: *Prawn?*

I didn’t say that out loud of course, but that was the first thing that struck my mind. Some friends might already know why I despise prawns and why I am prawno-phobic.

When I was still a preschooler, daddy brought back a bucket of live tiger prawns. I was as tall as the bucket and I stood on a stool, playing with them. Suddenly, one naughty prawn pounced on me and frightened the wits off me. I cried for help and since the day onwards, I am afraid of prawns and hated them.

I guess my future husband will never get to eat prawns and my children might not even know what prawns look like.

Why am I telling you this?? It is one of my secrets!!!

Movie Marathon

2007-05-04T22:15:00.000+08:00

As the rest of my schoolmates were busy mugging for exam the past week, I was indulging myself in an endless movie spree. Within a week, I had watched 9 movies!!! Before Sunrise, Before Sunset, Spiderman 1, 2, 3, 200 Pounds Beauty, My Sassy Girl, 50 First Dates and Seducing Mr Perfect. I watched them in this sequence at home, expect Spiderman 3.

R: What show is that?? Before sunrise and before sunset?? Never hear before. Porn ar??

Me: Not porn la.

R: Dun bluff la… Porn right!! Before sunrise, before sunset… Got before dinner after lunch not??
Me: -_-

Ok, most girls don’t watch porn, and I am with the majority. Besides R, jl was another fella who interpreted the 2 movies as porn. I was wondering how they had come out with such a conclusion and did a random search on the net.

I got this.

Full of sex...

What a difference between a male and a female brain. Sex occupies the majority of a guy’s brain and for the female; it could barely be seen under the microscope. That is no wonder guys can linked anything and everything to sex. The woman talks about feeling and emotions, while man goes for more mechanical stuff, like sex.

I bet most guys could imagine a chicken to be like this too!!

Look closely at the male brain again. See how small the toilet aiming cell is?? Barely visible!!!
We had heard many toilet cleaners complaining that some guys pee all over the place, except aiming into the generously huge urinal. I thought this would be a good reminder, to be place in front of each urinal.

Hahaha!!! Hope you had a good laugh.
I don't discriminate against male, because I like guys too!!

p/s: All pictures are taken randomly from the net.

Pass the message

2007-04-24T20:16:00.000+08:00

Do you remember the childhood game – Pass the message??

It is a game where an original message is pass down a line of people and the last person speaks out the message he hears. How often is the message intact when it reaches the end??

Somewhere along the line, there will be one or two fellow adding and altering part of it, one or two whom try to summarized into his own words, while others lifting only what they wish to hear. The first person would be accused for the whole new message that was created out of his control. But in reality, we know that there could be more than one middleman - telling tales.

The brief write up that I was involved had been published, and to my surprise, 40% of the information I gave had been altered by various degrees. I knew it coming, but I had least expect the information to be altered so much and I guess it is due to the social mindset of people about the topic.

Since young, we had associated “3 times a week” to exercising; eating fruits and vegetables daily and minimising junk food in our diet. So, when I did not meet the minimum benchmark of the fitness mindset, my words have to be fine tuned to cater for the social image. And the people who read it may interpret it in different manners; some even exaggerate it so much that I went totally speechless…

For instance, during the interview, I was asked if I go to the gym or play badminton. I told the journalist that I seldom play badminton and seldom visit the gym, like once a year kind, but to my astonishment, she wrote that I visit the gym and plays badminton occasionally. My mouth fell open…

And that is not the end yet…

I was told that yinglin read the write up and told ash I hit the gym and plays badminton twice a week. My jaws crushed to the floor…

How the hell does seldom become occasionally and finally twice a week?? Someone, shoot me!!!

Besides that, other parts of the write up had also been altered. I said I choose to walk down the stairs, but the article insisted that I walk up the stairs. I said I have fruits either after lunch or dinner only, but they insisted that I have fruits after every meal.

Isn’t it all that exaggerating?? It felt like people are stuffing words into my mouth. It was obvious that they had magnified the goods and diminished the bad… But well, perhaps I am not that fit or healthy after all and they have to cook up a story to make it juicer.

Anyway, my advice is – Do not believe everything on the paper. There may be someone behind, choosing or filtering what we read, editing the information on hand and packaging them to satisfy the public. We can only have limited control, and nothing more than that. It is not within our ability to stop the information from being twisted again and again and there is nothing we can do to shut the mouth of others.

Now, can you see that this is a real life example of the game – pass the message?? Can you see how much information could been altered and exaggerated??

Believe it or not, you judge.

Updates

2007-04-20T23:59:00.000+08:00

It had been a relaxing week at work as boss was away for a business trip. Thus, I was creating havoc in the office these days, signing in late and msning like never before.

I met up with ash on Tuesday for dinner, and we chat for hours, from the eatery downstairs to the food court upstairs. In the end, we chat too much that we couldn’t bear to part with one another. Believe me, girls can talk non-stop. So, I reach home at close to 11.

As I float into the office on Wednesday, I took an afternoon nap when a friend buzzed me on msn, asking if I could help his friend with a photo shoot. “Why me” was the first thing that struck my exhausted mind. I was quite reluctant in the beginning because I felt uncomfortable with the idea, and I don’t have previous experiences. Yes, I am a poser, but an impromptu poser, with spastic smile. =)

But the main reason was that, I was afraid to be featured because I love to draw on the faces of people or celebrities that were featured on brochures, newspapers and magazines. I would add some moustaches on the girls, sharpen their eyebrows, colour their lips or add some hair to their face. In fact, I draw on their faces whenever their faces lie within my proximity when I am free. Thus, the idea of other people with the same habit, drawing on me just turns me off!!

But I am such a kind angel and will seldom reject approaches. So, I went ahead with it. I was quite shocked when the photo shooting will take place on the next day. Not that I need any preparations, but I am just not mentally prepared.

Yesterday, I got to the studio after dinner, with some trouble of course. Firstly, it was getting there and then it was the security. I was stuck with the security guard for a good 20 minutes because I don’t know the photographer’s extension… so there I was, standing outside the guard house, feeding some random insects and mosquitoes. But the guard was quite a nice chap; he kept talking and entertaining me as he looked for the photographer.

It was long after I was finally given the visitor pass to enter the building. The place was quiet, with really spacious reception area and I was lead through layers of doors before arriving at the studio.

A comfortable red couch welcomes me into the studio, followed by a blue backdrop from the ceiling that stretched 3 meters across the room. Then, there were 2 ultra big lights and 2 mannequins standing naked at the side of the studio, one with a broken arm. Hahaha!!! Lifeless, yet scary.

I walked into the changing room, and it was pretty big. A table faces the mirror on the wall, and separating the makeup section and the changing section was a maroon curtain. There was also a black leather armchair in the middle of the room, but I refused to take a sit because there was some whitish dandruff-look-alike particles and hair cream all over the chair. Yucks!!! Gross!!! I bet millions of bacteria were teeming in the room, as there was a slight stench.

Behind the curtain was the changing area, but there isn’t even a single hook!! Just a mirror placed on the floor, leaning against the wall. I quickly got changed and left the smelly room…

As I stood outside the changing room morbid, another guy was being interviewed. This was the first time I had seen a journalist in action and I really do enjoyed watching from the side. After he was done, it was my turn. I answered her questions brainlessly and now, I couldn’t really recall what I said. Just vaguely, I answer them in politically correct answers.

After which was the photo shooting session. Very challenging!! I posed as the photographer directed my actions, and her language was simply weird… For instance, she said, lift your hand higher by one inch, or tilt your body 10 degree. I was completely lost!!!

Huh?? One inch?? Got ruler anot??

It’s alright

2007-04-07T16:11:00.000+08:00

It is pouring on outside as I turn on some music, sip on a cup of warm ginseng tea as the cool win blew across my cheeks. What a relaxing Saturday afternoon… There is nothing much to do and I feel like bitching again.

Recently, I was really depressed but now, I feel that I am beginning to get out from those messy tangles. 3 cheers to myself and to friends for tiding me over!!!

Initially, I thought it was some hormonal imbalance due to puberty, or some neurone dysfunctional that had caused my mood swing. But after some analysis by friends and talking to myself, I realized it was IA being the root of the problem.

Day after day, I went through the same routine over and over, and boss was always pressurizing me like a pressure vessel. It was even more challenging when he is so nice towards me and I would feel obligated to do an even better job. It had been really heavy on me and I really admire some friends for their ability to work under pressure.

Doing a good job is my duty and I will be motivated to do it well if my effort had been recognized. The thing that had caused my mood spiraling down to the bottom was that evil colleagues in the office are eyeing on my work and stealing my credits. Immoral Bitch and Bastards!!!

What a cool Saturday to bitch about them!!! Hahaha!!!

Don’t worry, I am taking it easy. Though I had expected the society to be ugly and dirty, that was far worst then I had imagined. Being an intern, still a green horn in the society, it is still best to be on guard than taking revenge, as I might not be their match. Looking on the bright side, it may do me good having bad experiences, than having everything too smooth sailing. At least I learn something outside the text book. Right??

Anyway, I am too insignificant and my effort would just be a mere drop in the ocean. So, it might seem wishful thinking to expect my effort being recognized by the company, even with a fabulous job done. So, why not be the kind angel for those incompetent imbeciles?? Let them steal my work and present it. If I did anything wrong, I won’t be getting the scolding either!!

To those disgusting useless freaks in the company: Steal while you can!!! Cherish my presence and help I’ve offered!! It will be another 8 weeks before I am gone. If I ever had the chance to take revenge, I will make sure I stow a burning cigarette into your ass crack!!! *evil smile*

Ok. There are nice people in the company as well. =)

April fool’s day

2007-04-01T16:49:00.000+08:00

April already?? How time flies!!! It is so cloudy today.

The weather hasn’t been normal, and I won’t be surprise if some scientist tells me that mother earth is pms-ing. Or is our mother earth going through menopause?? I hope it is not the latter; else we are approaching the end of the world.

There had been much news circulating about global warming, iceberg melting and so on, but I usually read them like some random updates. Much emphasis on protecting mother earth had fallen on deaf ears, until I read a particular article on the net.

That is- the scientist are going to build a seed vault in the Artic, in preparation for doomsday. It is meant to help the world survive a catastrophic event, such as an asteroid strike. In it, will house up to 3 million seeds from the different crops worldwide and would be kept at sub zero temperature.

How frightening!!! We have angered mother earth so much that she had decided turn nasty against us!! I guess she felt betrayed by her children, for taking so much from her and leaving a mess behind. She is going to punish us!!

Ok, enough of this. But much had been happening recently, and I feel so tired, dread, sianz, nua… Just like mother earth, my weather hasn’t been quite sunny recently.

Yesterday, before going over to yf’s place his steamboat birthday party, I lie down on the floor, in the middle of my living room. I stared at the clock on the wall as its second hand ticked with a constant rhythm. I was hypnotized…

I felt so old; I don’t have the energy to carry on. There is no motivation, no one to lend me a support. I am all alone to fight this battle. The path ahead is misty and gloomy. I am afraid of the dark, but I still have to walk down this path, alone.

I always smile and pretend that everything is alright. But in fact, I am tangled up inside, and I am suffocating. I felt so confused, lost and becoming impatient with myself. My tears are invisible.

I remembered that my boss consoled me. He said – Don’t let the dark side of life tie you down, there are more things in life to look forward to.

But still, going through certain phases of life alone is challenging. Decisions to make, a wrong step might be fatal. No one can make a decision, only me.

I turned my head to face the window. An eagle spread its wings and soars high in the sky. I longed to untangle myself, breakaway and fly away.

I am tired, so tired…

My hp beeps. It was jl who hurried me out of my house. I gathered all my strength, get up and headed to yf’s place.

Peace to my name

2007-03-19T22:33:00.000+08:00

I’ve had enough!!! Can my dear friends please lock your hand phone keypad?? I am irritated!!

Ok, this is one tiny issue that most people do not face. It is so insignificant and affects only a handful that are the more privileged – especially so when your name begins with A, and that’s me!!

It is utmost annoying when someone sends a blank message, more so when he sends a whole string of blank messages… In an instance, my phone started blinking endlessly and the people around stared as though I was so popular. Damn it… I am not.

In fact, my phone could stay quiet throughout the week as if it had died.

My highest record was 23 blank messages from a single friend at one go, and there was once I received almost 30 blank messages by 2 different friends on one afternoon. I know my friends love me, and I love you all too!! But it is really not necessary to bombard me with so many blank messages, because I really don’t appreciate such moves. It is just weird!!

Some friends had seen how my phone couldn’t stop blinking and how frustrated I was, when I almost chuck my phone into the dustbin. Ash had witnessed a few episodes where I started cursing my friends whom didn’t lock their keypad. It is just natural when I heard my phone blinking with such great enthusiasm, only to be disappointed by the multiple blank messages.

Sms is one thing. I mean, I can leave my phone alone and let it blink till it has had enough of it. What frightens me most is when my phone starts humming that Doreamon theme song at 3 in the morning, even more scary when I pick up the call and hear my friend snoring at the other end.

Ok, I am badly traumatized… why on earth do my friends hug their phones to bed?? And stop calling me at 3 in the morning. I am not interested in listening to your tranquil musical performance in the middle of the night. Leave me and my phone alone!!!

Looked stupid, for the second time

2007-03-08T21:22:00.000+08:00

After that msn incident, I was extra careful when msn-ing. My boss was so badly traumatized that he had decided to ~~end his life~~ sign out msn whenever he is not around, (or did he block me??) even for just a few minutes. But I didn't fail to stupefy him for the second time...

It had always been the secretary's habit to hand documents from the CEO's office to me, when my boss is not around, because it was a mile from her work desk to ours. So yesterday, while he was out for a meeting, the secretary discreetly placed something above the mess on my table.

It was a big brown envelope from the CEO's office that lies quietly at the corner of my desk. On it, printed a bloody red statement that reads - STRICTLY PRIVATE & CONFIDENTIAL. TO BE OPENED BY ADDRESSEE ONLY. From there, anyone would have guess that it contain some really important document, and it had been placed into a square box inside the envelope for extra protection. Being a non-busybody, I won't even be bothered to take a single peep when I am not the intended recipient.

So, the big brown envelope was left seated alone on my desk till the late afternoon. My boss came back, looked tired and stressed as he let out a heavy sigh when I handed over the envelope. I walked out from his room, relieved that the "important document" reached him safely.

Just before my butt could even touch the chair, there was a loud "huh?!!" coming from his room. I shoot up, only to see that confused look on his face. It was a classic expression. His browns were distorted and his mouth was wide opened into a crocked fashion. He held up a box of Korean drama and busted out laughing. It was so loud that other managers came rushing into his room to catch the joke...

Oops!!! It was not from the CEO's office. That "important docunment" was for me!!! The secretary was lending me her Korean drama VCD that we were talking about the other day, and she couldn't find a bag and thus decided to place it in one of those envelopes lying around her table. Somehow, there was a miscommunication and it landed in the hands of my boss instead...

I was obviously, embarrassed and became the joke of the day. But somehow, I had managed to lift the spirit of my boss - though unwillingly. But one thing for sure, this booboo incident had proved something important. That is - I am not a busybody, and secrets can be safe with me. Phew... at least I didn't sacrifice for nothing.

Will there be a third booboo attack from me?? We shall see!! Hahaha!!

Ok

2007-03-04T23:27:00.000+08:00

My little cousin asked me – What is ok??

I wonder…..

We often associate it with agreeing, noted, a promise and approval. A universal language, so short and sweet; it brings its meaning across effectively. It has different definitions on various occasions.

When we are feeling unwell, people around ask – Are you ok?
When others want your opinion, they ask – Are you ok with this??

Ok – a term so common, yet so unappreciated. We hear it frequently, and at any point of time, somebody is using it. As it is so simple and ordinary, we took it for granted. We misused it, we altered its meaning. Day by day, it integrates itself into us and it no longer holds anything significant in our life.

Just like the people around us - our friends, our family, our lover. We are so use to having them that we don’t usually treasure their presence. It is like – too much of something, its value drops. How often have we ignore their presence and shove them away??

Ok – a term whose meaning is unwritten, so complex that within it, may lays a truth, a lie or even a secret untold. Whoever uses it bears the consequences. A promise you have made, a secret you choose to keep, is an ok in itself.

I only came to appreciate this term today, this very second. It is so shallow, yet explicit. So empty, yet profound.

What does ok means to you??

I guess I am just bored to write something like this… hahaha!!

Happy Piggy Year!!!

2007-02-24T17:16:00.000+08:00

Happy!!! Yes I definitely fall into this category. I had a fun filled festive season, complete with delicious goodies, steamboat cum BBQ, visiting friends and relatives, mahjong (I lost 80 cents though) and lots of angbaos.

Don’t be excited because I will never tell how much angbao money I receive in total. Hahaha!!!

Speaking of money, I had witnessed that it is the root of all evil… Last week, my company was giving out bonuses to their staff and somehow, it got some colleagues fighting for the lion’s share… One even threatens to quit!!!

Goodness me… I was seated at a prime spot in the office, watching a blockbuster movie!!! It was a great drama, with tears, betrayal and backstabbing of each other. Some can really act, I swear!! They are even better than Hollywood artists!!! Everyday, I step out of the office wondering what will happen in the next episode. Hmmm…office politics, glad that I wasn’t involved. To them, money speaks louder than words.

So, if you had received much ang baos recently, my condoles as you are receiving too much evil. I will always be here if you could let me share your sorrow by transferring some evil to me. I will be more than willing to help you with this!! =)

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Just for Laugh

Would you name your son – Harry Kok??

Last week, my colleague couldn’t stop laughing while she called this person. After some crocked thinking, I finally realized why she was laughing so hard. I guess his parents must have really hated him….

Scenario:
One day, you dial a wrong number while looking for Harry…

You: Hello, may I speak to Harry Kok??

Someone: Huh??? How come you know I got Hairy Cock?!?!

Nonsensical msn

2007-02-10T11:40:00.000+08:00

Share your joy, double your joy.

That phase applies when you share your joy with the correct person. Life had been plain ever since IA started. As you may have already known, I am allowed to msn during office hour, but that may not be a good thing….

Yesterday was a Friday. I was full of smile because the week was almost over, and I would be hitting town in the evening. To add on to my happiness, my boss told me that he would be away in a meeting for the rest of the afternoon!!!

He said that, locked the door behind him, and left. His msn status was still online.

On my side, I had a few windows of conversations going on, including the conversation with my boss. I was over the moon and needed to share my joy!! My mind was filled with my boss’s name and so, I clicked on his window and stupidly wrote this:
“Yeah!!!!!!!!!!!! Boss says he will be away the whole afternoon!!!! Hahahahaha!!!!” and send.

AAARRRGGGHHHHHhhhh….. I am so amazed by my foolishness that my jaws dropped to the floor!!!

Too late. The message had already been sent, and there is no way to retrieve back. (That’s what I hate most about msn!!) I was stunned for 5 seconds before coming back to reality. I felt like an idiot, sitting there and laughing discreetly by myself.

Well, since the damage had already been done, all I could do is try to neutralize it. So, after some serious and deep thoughts, I wrote this:
“Oops!! Wrong window!! Actually I am not THAT happy that you’ll be away the entire afternoon….. just slightly…..”

After that, I prayed that he would not be back by 6, and by the time I left, he’s not back yet!! I wonder if he would be laughing with me or laughing at me for my foolishness. This is only the fifth week and I screwed up my IA already!!

On Monday, I shall present to boss my most innocent smile. =)

Look isn’t everything!!

2007-01-27T22:50:00.000+08:00

People always have the misconception that having a pretty or handsome face is the fast track or a passport to everything… I am making this statement not because I think I am pretty or whatsoever, but because someone mentioned my big name on his blog.

I cite:
Im happy with the idea of being able to use my own laptop until i read ada's blog, wa laio her company issued laptop to them, good laptops and can even bring home -_-", and she's so free... My boss gives me so much work, i guess thts the difference in treatment between male and female IA student, but i think the really reason tht she's not getting tough work is due to her looks, IA superviors treat pretty female students better, my supervior told me de haha... i hope ada's not reading my blog or she will be furious now and im in trouble lol....

This is the third time someone is telling me that I will have a great time for IA because my supervisor will be lenient towards me, due to look!! If you think I am pretty, then thank you. But do you also mean beautiful people have no brain??

For a fact, I wouldn’t deny that having good look is a plus point especially in this realistic world, but I can assure you that it might put that person in a difficult position. There are always two sides to a coin. I guess everyone knows the benefit of looking good. So let me mention some disadvantages.

Let me think……

Scenario 1:
You are an intern (a super drop-dead-gorgeous-hot-lusty babe) and your supervisor happened to be an ugly old spinster, do you think you will have a great time for IA??
Or when you’re a hunk (the ohh-so-handsome-young-chap with sizzling eyes and killer smile), and your male boss happened to have a horrifying face, do you think you will have a great time for IA??

Well, I am not implying that all unattractive people are horrible people. But to a certain extend, they might be jealous of your beauty, and make things difficult for you, especially so when you are just an intern. The fact that you cannot quit and your grades depend on your boss simply ties you down. Don’t you agree??

Scenario 2:
You are again an attractive intern. You realized that your boss is always not giving you any work, and it turned out that he/she is interested in you!! Are you going to pacify your boss?? Just a gentle reminder – you grades depend on your boss!!!

Again, I am not implying that all bosses are like that, just a handful perhaps. But I had cracked my skull to picked two possible scenarios that might happen to attractive interns. They are my personal opinions, and I am NOT experiencing any of that!!!

Some people might also feel that attractive interns can easily get good grades, because their look appeals to their boss. Let me tell you – if your boss judges a person’s capability in accordance to their look only, then he is in no position to judge at all!! If he does, then I think you’re in the wrong company!!!

So, if you are more of the average looking ones, freak not!!! There are two arts that you might want to pick up so as to turn the situation in favor for you.

The Art of Bootlicking

Many held the belief that bootlicking is self-humiliation. But try looking from another angle and view it as a social skill. Do suck up to your boss once a while, but try not to make it a habit because having your boss like you won’t always guarantee a smooth career path.

The Art of Befriending

Like what the art is all about, it is about making friends at work, preferably those with some weight in the company. This is one survival skill that is important. The society is not so perfect after all!! People might be full of praise in front of you, but wouldn’t they backstab you?? So, if you can’t make him your enemy, make him your friend!! As simple as that….

Whatever it is, we have to adapt to the society. The world won’t stop spinning just because you said it is unfair. Your look wouldn’t change just because you think you are ugly, when no one else said so.

The only solution is to align ourselves to best fit into the society and most importantly, protect ourselves no matter how tough the environment is. We may be just interns now, we may be doing all those shit to earn our grades, we may be disgustingly underpaid but that wouldn’t be long…

Lastly, no one can stay attractive forever. Like good look, the most beautiful rose will still wilt and die.

The Green thing

2007-01-24T21:03:00.000+08:00

Tired. I am chained to the computer everyday, every minute, and every second. My eyes are glued to the computer screen, making my vision blurred and my world obscure.

Today, boss noticed my bloodshot eyes.

Boss: Ada, you look really tired and stress.

Me: Yup, my eyes are tired.

Boss: Hmm… don’t starred at the screen, look at something green

Me: Oh… Ok (boss, if you don’t mind…)

You’re right!! That’s the only green thing I can find.

First week of IA

2007-01-14T16:37:00.000+08:00

Extreme boredom, unbearable coldness… I had been experiencing just that the past week. Don’t ask me what is my job scope, because even I myself can’t answer that. Basically, I was just flipping through some files and waiting for the world to bypass me.

Each morning, the dreadful sound of alarm would buzz off hatefully!! If not for the responsibility to my grades, I would certainly be happy to sink into a peaceful slumber…. Waking up unwillingly is the greatest challenge in life, don’t you agree??

Well, things are not really that bad, as I was issued a laptop for my own personal usage, and what’s more, bring home that lappy!! It is almost the same as the one I use at home, so nothing was too difficult to handle. Besides, I am permitted to access the confidential information of the company, which makes life sooo interesting!!

Now I can talk to my friends freely during office hours, because msn is allowed and encouraged. That’s one reason to smile!! The sad thing is, my immediate boss had added me on his msn list, so I better not try anything funny. Boss looks bloated, with a pot-belly and podgy cheeks, but he is pretty nice.

The next thing is that, my company is located at IBP, and it’s super inaccessible during rainy days. Though there is a shuttle bus which costs 20 cents per trip, it is usually very crowded. Like last Friday, it was raining like crazy in the morning so I waited for the shuttle bus. It was packed like sardine in the shelter, and I noticed 2 men behind me. When the bus arrived, everyone was panicky and trying to squeeze up the bus. Then, I could feel one of the men coming too close, that is, his body is touching my back!! Freak!!!

Being a reckless person, I wouldn’t take any chance to let him go. So, I swing my arm forcefully behind and hit him with that umbrella in my hand. *Ouch* I didn’t know where it hit, but it doesn’t matter. Then, he is not that close. See that?? Men need some punishment to learn huh??

Last thing, my office is near my house so getting home quickly isn’t a major issue. (Who cares about going to work, I am more concern about coming home!!) Usually, I would take around 40 minutes to reach home from my office. Even though I am grossly underpaid, the near distance does compensate for my time, right?? That makes it another reason to smile!!! But, how can I survive with that meagre salary of mine, especially with GST increasing to 7%??

The first week is finally over, that left me with 21 more weeks to go. =)
Let the countdown begins….

Happy New Year!!!

2007-01-04T17:17:00.000+08:00

Since this would be the first entry of the year, I think it would be nice to kick start with that title. So, if you are guessing that I will blog about what I was doing the past few days, then you’re only partially correct.

I went out with my best buddy – Calvin on Tuesday, for no apparent reason. He is one of my closer Ah Beng friends and he was wearing a polo T-shirt with a crocodile on it. Out of curiosity, I wonder if he was wearing Lacoste or Crocodile. Living up to his name as typical Ah Beng, he started cursing and swearing and assured me that he was wearing Lacoste. I was very confused and began to stare blankly at the crocodile on his breast.

So, as we were shopping around town, we came by a Lacoste boutique and he started comparing it with the crocodile on his chest. It was the same!! Then, I began to wonder what is the different between Lacoste’s crocodile and Crocodile’s crocodile.

Since I have all the time in the world now, I started researching on the two crocodiles. I am glad to have achieved enlightenment.

Lacoste’s crocodile is fatter than Crocodile’s crocodile. That is because; the Lacoste crocodile is French thus bigger in size, while Crocodile’s crocodile is an Asian. On top of that, the 2 crocodiles walk in different directions.

The picture reminds me of this movie.

Perhaps the writer of this story got his idea from the 2 crocodiles.

Who knows?? One day, the 2 crocodiles might eventually fall in love, like in the movie and give birth to a baby crocs??

p/s: All images taken from google images

To end it all, I was delighted by 2 rainbows on the first day of 2007. Not one, but there are two rainbows lining side by side in the sky!! I guess it is a good omen and 2007 will definitely be a joyous year for me!!

On the 01.01.07, a beautiful rainbow arch above the sky

Surrounding my neighbourhood

We're so blessed....Nice one!!

Not just one, there are 2 rainbows!!!

Happy 2007!!!

Why men love Bitches

2006-12-30T14:46:00.000+08:00

Yesterday was such a tiring day. I hit town with tim (as promised earlier) and since town is a boring place, we soon found ourselves with no where to go. So, we decided to get the company from the book store, to waste time till dinner.

Near the entrance of the book store, there was a book titled “Why men love bitches” by Sherry Argov. We picked up the book, started flipping through it and laughing our hearts out. It is kind of a self-help book for woman to deal with men, especially for woman who have had multiple failed relationships.

On the whole, I find that book amusing!!! The author had painstakingly listed down 100 attraction principles of a woman. To put in simply, it described why men are more attracted to women who have her own judgment and standpoint, as compared to woman who are dependent on men and find all means and ways to suck up to their man. Not just that, it actually tells you when you are being made used of (if you’re too nice to your guy), and give tips, hints and wicked suggestions to deal with those nonsensical situations that your guy might deliberately put you in. On top of that, it also help woman understand things from a guy’s perspective and why the chemistry and sparks eventually dies down in a relationship.

After a brief scanning, I feel that certain tactics the book had used were indeed applicable but beg to differ from the others – like the one about fake orgasm. Some of the stuff described in the book was pretty true, and few of the pages caught my attention. One of it had listed down the difference between men who adore you and men who treat you like a substitute.

In it, it says that a man who adores you will call you every now and then, make it known to you that they miss you, and they are willing to cancel the outing with their buddies just to be with you. For a man who treats you like a substitute, he won’t call you for weeks and suddenly your phone rang and it is him asking for a date. But, he will not hesitate to cancel the date with you when he had found better options for his time.

Well in my opinion, like how this book had aimed to turn women into bitches by grabbing their guys by the neck, which guy wish to be submissive to their girlfriend and be treated like a little dog??

- Get Your Own

I would give a thumb up for that book, but books are for reference only. If a woman is really so dumb as to use all the tactics the book had taught, the plan to capture her dream guy’s heart may backfire. Shall we just be ourselves and follow our hearts instead of following the footsteps of others, and let our dream guy melt to our feet on their own account??

So what if men love bitches?? I believe that every woman has her unique attracting factors. As long as we know who we are, it doesn’t matter whether we are nice girls or bitches!!

Happy winter

2006-12-23T00:44:00.000+08:00

Since today is “dong zhi”, I hope everyone have had their tang yuan. I am having mine while typing this!!! Simply delicious *slurp*

Have you been wondering what I was up to lately?? Well, I am definitely not MIAing. It is just that recently, I find checking email a chore. It is like, you turn on your computer, sign in to your mailbox, got a shock with 60 over mails (thinking you are so popular) and realized there are countless junk mails among them. Some mails are really interesting, but when it comes to chain mails, I felt so cursed when I opened them…

I assure you that chain mails are the best way to curse your friends. Don’t believe me?? Check this out!!

Usually, the mail starts with something sweet, or with a really catchy subject, for instance:

- FW: Fwd: how guys xpress their love
- FW: What a girl needs from her Boyfriend???
- FW: Fwd: FW: GirL taLkz.

With that, none of your friend would resist the temptation of opening these mails!!! And the curse begins….
After those sweet and nice advices cum poems cum cute cute pictures, most chain mails would have similar endings like this:

Now make a wish about something you would like to happen
between you and your crushOk, now if you send this to:
01 person~ your wish will come true in 6 months
02 people~ your wish will come true in 1 month
03 people~ your wish will come true in 2 weeks
05 people~ your wish will come true in 1 week
10 people~ your wish will come true tomorrow
20 people~ your wish will come true in 2 hours

BUT!

If you don't send it to anyone, you will have bad luck in your love life forever and you will be humiliated in front of everyone you like!!
You have 5 minutes!!

You get what I mean?!? Bloody hell!! Stop the curse!!! If an email is interesting, I will definitely forward them to share the joy with my friends!!! There is no need for the last part at all.

The next time I receive such emails, I will edit the last part and send it back to the sender. It will go like:

Ok, if you curse me
01 time ~ you will not pee for 1 week.
02 times ~ you will not shit for 2 weeks.
03 times ~ your ass will disappear permanently.

Let’s see who’s the devil here!!

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Updates

I got to know a financial advisor recently through my brother and bought an insurance policy from her last Tuesday. Well, it is good to be protected, but sometimes I began to wonder if my life is only worth so much. The one I bought covers for death, critical illness and total permanent disability. I am quite puzzled over the last one actually…

When I asked about total permanent disability, I found out that they meant losing all of it. So, I must lose both arms or legs or eyes in ordered for the policy to be valid?!? Now, this is weird. If for instance, I went swimming one day and the shark decided to bite off my arm, I will not be insured because I still have another arm. So, I have got to jump in again, get the shark to bite off another arm so as to be insured. Isn’t that what they meant by total permanent disability?? Well… that’s life…

Another BIG thing!!! I pierced my ears!!

I was town with yishi and we hopped into a shop at wisma. The next moment, I was seated on a high stool, waiting for a sin to be committed.

There was a girl who did her piercing before me. She was noisy!! I would deeply appreciate it if she could just shut her mouth and get that done quickly as sat opposite her, staring at her screams and waiting like a toad. The waiting part is horrendous. I felt helpless as yishi was giggling away at my agony…

BANG!!!

2 ears done at the same time. A pretty ear stat sited prettily in the middle of my ear lobe.
I didn’t go through the pain for nothing. In the future, I shall request for diamond earrings from my husband. Wahahahaha!!!!

It’s holiday again!!!

2006-12-02T02:11:00.000+08:00

It is the time of the year to let my hair down, do whatever I have yet to accomplished and enjoy life to the fullest!!! It is the time to sleep and wake up late, watch TV into the night and go out and have some fun. Alright, I shall have a little self discipline and try to minimize my spending; else I would be starting 2007 with a bomb-blasted pocket.

Mum had been bugging me to clean the house, and I really dread doing household chores especially cleaning the floor. It is never clean, no matter how many times I mop it!! I wonder why… do you know why??

Since I am in the holiday mood, let’s blog about happier stuff. Last Tuesday after my last paper, I was at one of the coffee house along Tiong Bahru having steamboat dinner with some friends. I never knew neighborhood steamboat can be so delicious, and I would strongly recommend it!!! *thumbs up*

On my way home after dinner, we bypass some really old but nice houses dated back to the 50s. It was like walking through time, bringing back old time memories that were once so dear. The houses look exactly like the houses my grandparents used to stay – the buildings were short, with backdoor, backyard and pathways where the lights shone dimly in the night. I like to walk around places that I can relate to. It is like looking back at your life and seeing the many beautiful images of your childhood… But a damned cockroach left me and ash screaming and fretting, spoiling the entire atmosphere!!!

Just now, I had dinner and was hanging around my old neighborhood. It was the place I grew up and it had definitely brought back many of my childhood memories. We were taking a stroll around the area and we happened to bypass the place I used to go regularly for my ballet lesson, wushu classes and the playground that I once fall badly. It no longer looks the same. New walls were built; old gates were demolished and a new eatery sprung up on the very spot I used to wait for my mum after lessons.

Then, we sat down and glaze at the stars (there weren’t many, just 2). We had a nice chat and I was asked about the previous entries that I wrote. Well, I was quite reluctant to give more details as I believe that certain things just have to be kept private. It is Private!!!
Just like the way you don’t go around flashing your private part at people, you don’t tell others every little about yourself and your family, right?? Ok, it sounded quite wrong… hahaha!!!

Well, the whole point of keeping a blog is to display all that crap that life had inflicted on you, and whatever nonsense about yourself. I know my limits in writing and there are just things that shouldn’t be displayed and I wouldn’t say, get it?? As I was talking to jh on msn a moment ago, he told me he had stopped blogging because he had caused others and himself to get hurt. Well, I really wonder what he wrote in his blog. Isn’t it sad to be living a life for others, blogging stuff that is not truly you, but just for the sake of pleasing others and for them to see?? Ok, that’s my personal opinion, back to my games!!!

And I’m just down…

2006-11-24T13:37:00.000+08:00

Another series of paper chase…
3 papers had come and went, and I feel that there were too much sacrifices made. Not enough time, not enough sleep, loss appetite, hair loss, gain weight at my buttock, panda eyes, pimples, backache, headache, handache etc…

Just like 2 days back, I was studying so hard, information overload and stressed to the limit, until I was at the verge of tears. The number of formulas to remember was way more than the amount of money I ever had. I am not exaggerating as it is really that bad!!! So stop complaining that engineers can earn more, we had to survive all this shit to make our mark…

For the past semesters, exams were more on concepts and once I get it right, I am right. I just hate memorizing, because the processing time to locate the correct formula in my brain is long. Worst of all, the exam duration is cut short to 2 hours, 4 questions choose 4.

Alright, it seemed like my brain is saturated like a sponge and nothing else could get in. Is this the sign of aging??

Besides that, the worst of the worst mistake is being careless during exam, and I had already confirmed that there were such mistakes in 2 of my papers. One of the questions required us the find the numbers of cycle to failure and I got the units wrong!! I did not convert the units during the calculation and it ended up that my value was huge, a difference of a million compared to the correct answer even though my method is correct…. This can be a fatal mistake if I am really an engineer. It is like I build a bridge and announce that it can last a century, but it collapse after a decade.

The other mistake clearly proved that I am suffering from severe cock eye. It was a question on ion doping for silicon wafer and it was clearly stated that the dopant is arsenic. Instead of reading the values for arsenic, I read the value for phosphorus. I am so dead!!!! Again, I was pretty sure my method is correct but that won’t help much either. So many marks wasted…*slap myself*

I am beginning to prepare for my last paper next Tuesday but I just can’t get started. There is something on my mind and I am feeling so confused. Because of that I felt that I am being ignored. Ignoring is the worst form of punishing, and I have to experience it now… heartache, so down…

…when TV becomes my only form of entertainment…

Gambatte Ada!!! =)

Tell me why!!!

2006-11-12T01:40:00.000+08:00

I hate to complain but I just feeling like writing this...

I wasn’t with good terms with my aunt from the beginning of time and making up with her had never crossed my mind. This evening, she tried hard to piss me off again. As usual, she was sucking up to my mum, and for god knows what reason, she started criticizing me…What have I done?? Absolutely nothing. We were having dinner over a round table and somehow, she started picking against me.

It is amazing how this woman pick a fight. Really.

It is a pain to have her around and there is nothing I could do to get rid of her. Even the strongest pesticide had failed me in getting rid of that pest. Yes PEST, that’s how much I detest her!!

I was a little ignored just now, as there goes her mouth, yelping endlessly again, exactly like an asshole. When I was little, I would have blown my top and started crying when her mouth begin spouting a whole bucket of shit about me. I used to be so helpless when she took the advantage of her status as my aunt, to pull me down.

But now, I couldn’t be bothered anymore. Why should I waste my precious time getting upset over someone not worthy of my attention?? She had pushed me this far, to actually turn a deaf ear with all those crude nasty words arrowed towards me, aiming to piece deeply and hurtfully.

In fact, I didn’t want my mum to feel upset as she would be the one sandwiched in between. If not for my mum, she wouldn’t even deserve the least of courtesy from me!!

To call her my aunt is a disgrace, and being her niece sucks great time. It is a cruel fact that I am link to her. Somehow, I feel that god is really making fun of us. Never in my life had I wanted to be link to her in any way. But yet I have to be tied to her in blood and name. Shit!!! Moreover, many of my relatives even commented that we look alike and each time they said that, I feel so bitter. I am not like her in any way, and I never wanted to be like her at all!!!

Maybe she is divine to be my aunt for a certain reason?? Test my patient and tolerance level, or perhaps, spice up my life??

But still, why is she my aunt?? Damn it….

5 days to exams… Jia you !!!

Power Rangers!!

2006-10-28T00:28:00.000+08:00

It had been a long week, with so many assignments due and the long awaited project presentation. All went well and I can finally sit down and start typing nonsense again…

I was chatting with a friend the other day, which had recently graduated from elsewhere, majoring in Power Engineering, and could not find a job. Out of curiosity, I dug further and found out that his scope was closely related to EEE, just more specific and specialized.

For a moment, the word “power” reminds me of my childhood fantasy, the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers!!!

The Almighty!!!

Stop laughing at me for being naïve and ignorant!! It was indeed the first time I heard about power engineering, as the School of Power did not exist in my university. Imagine having the School of Power!!! So cool!!!
EEE is so un-glam… and it is pronounce as Eeeeeeeeee. No offends to those from EEE. =)

The new School of Power crest. It will definitely encourage kids to work harder to get into this cool school!!!

Anyway, like power rangers whom are so rare, it is no doubt that such jobs are hard to find. You see, in Singapore power lines are hidden in the ground, just like the job itself. So in order to look for that kind of job, he might have to dig right into the ground.

Well anyway, that’s none of my concern. But I was wondering if one day, when I landed in the similar situation like him, what will I do??

It is never too early to lay a backup plan. I was thinking that if I really couldn’t find a job, I will become a tuition teacher. It gives good money and the time is flexible. That would allow me to look for a job as I teach. Moreover, the demand is sky high and the pay is disgustingly fantastic. It will not only keep the money rolling in, but at the same time allow me to form network and ask the kid’s parents if jobs are available.
Instead of waiting for a correct job to come by, that would be a more active approach.

Setting up my own company might be another option, but the type of business is not decided yet. The next option might be look for a sugar daddy or a rich husband, but rich people are even harder to find than jobs, so that option is out.

Right, I may be good at dispensing advices now, but when it really do happen to me, I will still have to ask around for help.

Back to my childhood fantasy!! Power Rangers were my idols back in primary school. My brother and I would glue ourselves to the TV each Saturday at 11am to catch the half hour show. We would than fantasized ourselves as a figure and fight it out with my mummy – which was most probably the monster. But as I get older, those dreams and fantasies gradually fade into oblivion…. I want my inner child to come out play soon…I still keep the yellow ranger figurine, which is my favourite ranger!!!

I like this!!

Another week over, another week closer to exams… Power Rangers, come help me defeat all those demonic papers!!!

I've got the POWER!!!!

Here is a nice & touching maple video that a friend sent me.
Enjoy the weekend!!

The Garden Party!!!

2006-10-20T00:02:00.000+08:00

A mesmerizing night at the glasshouse, complete with food, flower, present and my love one. That was how I sum up my childhood on Friday, October 13. It was definitely a night to remember, and a memory that would last a lifetime.

As I awaken to the chirping of the birds on my big day, I knew I had entered a new chapter of my life. On October 14, I’m 21!!

The buzzing of my preparation was hectic, as I had many things still undone. After washing up, I started to clean up my house and decorate my place. It was tough doing it alone and mummy was there to my rescue. We blew up a few balloons and used our Christmas decors to have our place done up.

After lunch with rus outside, we bought all the stuff that I need before she drove us back to my place. Ohhh rus….you are so nice!! How can I live without you??

Let me tell you, rus is really the nicest girl I’ve ever know on earth!! Didn’t I look pretty on my birthday?? That was all thanks to her. She tied my hair, and did the makeup for me, and makes me look really gorgeous. Erm…I am pretty to start with, no??

A few friends actually asked how much I had spent for my makeover, and now you know – it’s free!!! See that rus, you had reached the standard of a professional makeup artist!!! Congratulations and Thank you so much!!!

Besides rus, a few other friends were also invited earlier to help me in my preparation. Drea, ash, simon, susu and yf were among them. They help to blow my balloons and tie them in the garden, but at the same time, they burst several balloons and scare my wits off!!!

As the sky darkens in the deepening twilight, the feast had just begun. Stomachs were already growling and my buffet was all ready to be eaten. The light sticks that I had given out as door gift glows in the charming garden, and my diamond key-like pendent was shinning against the haze and glaring at my friends’ face. (hahaha!!! Let me be hao lian for once!!) My friends were self-entertaining as usual while I was walking around and chatting randomly with my guests.

I knew I wasn’t a good host because half the time, I don’t know what my friends were doing. Sorry about that, but I am just a lousy host and I shall admit it….

At about 8.30pm, my daddy and brother shifted a table to the middle of the badminton court and the cake was ready to be cut. As the birthday song jiggles in the hazy air, I felt fortunate to have lived 21 years of precious life so meaningfully and I deep down, I thank all those who had, in one way or another, came into my life, taught me the values of life, and make me who I am today.

Create Your Own!

Thankew so much!! My dear friends!!!

Random updates

2006-10-10T23:25:00.000+08:00

I am almost drowning in those countless numbers of projects, meetings, assignments and preparation for my special day… Had been suffering from insomnia due to the many datelines due back to back. I find myself facing the computer everyday after school, typing endlessly late into the night, racing for time and floating aimlessly to school each morning with that disgusting looking dark panda eyes. That is sufficient to explain the lack of updates… I am in serious lack of sleep!!! Someone, help me!!!

Anyway, I had a wonderful workout over the weekend. Together with ash, py and pj, we took part in the woman’s day out held in town last Saturday. It was a 3 hours aerobics challenge, consisting on cardio latino, kickboxing (I love it!!!) and aerobics. That was the most exasperating workout I had ever done in years, but it seemed that my body can still tolerate such strenuous exercise. Guess jogging really keeps me fit!!

And the event goodie bags are really worth mentioning!!! I paid 15 bucks for that event, but the goodies in it definitely worth a whole lot more than 15 bucks!! That shocking bimbo-ish pink gym bag… ohhh… totally awesome!!

But yesterday, my level of stress finally hit the beam of the roof. I had a quiz in school followed by my IA interview. Initially, we were told that students going for interview are allowed to sit for the makeup test next week, but my professor emailed me at about 10am yesterday, and request that I sit for the test!!!

I was obviously in a state of frantic because I have not finished revising; the quiz was at 1.30pm, have not ironed my formal wear and have not prepared for my interview!!! Why is my professor so insensitive to his student’s need?? IA interview you know, very important ok??

After the quiz, which did not go too well, I was very touched by the concern that my friends had showered me. Instead of discussing the quiz questions, they crowed around me, giving me several suggestions on how to present myself and tackle the interviewer’s questions. On seeing that I am not totally prepared for it, they (especially joseph and david) actually help me log on to the website of my interviewing company and assist me in remembering the mission, purpose and value of that company. Thank you my friends, I am so touched, really!!!

Ash lent me her Winnie the Pooh water bottle when I forgot to bring mine, and py lent me her rubber band to tie up my untidy hair!!! I find myself really fortunate to have this great group of friends, going the extra mile to help and comfort me, giving me the encouragement that I desperately needed when I feel insecure. What have I done to deserve such great friends??? I am a sinful person, and it makes me feel guilty!!!

I hope my interview went well… keeping my fingers cross for the time being…

Secret

2006-09-29T00:58:00.000+08:00

A secret is like silence – you say it, you break it.

How many times have you poke your nose into people’s business?? How many times have you pled or interrogated your friend to let out their secret?? And how many times have you betray them by leaking out their secrets??

Why do we love to gouge deep into people’s life, flipping our friends like books, and scrutinizing each page in careful details, like as if our own life is not complicated enough?? And why do we get all excited for our friend’s life, when sometimes it might not even be of our concern at all??

When we got hold of our friend’s secret, we tend to blackmail them, saying thing like – if you don’t give me that, I will tell people your secret. So cunning!! Blackmail – our powerful weapon.

It’s human nature that we like to gossip, no doubt about that. But I find it weird that people actually share their secrets. The word “Secret” means a mystery to others. It is like people asking you how many secret admirer you have, and you said you don’t know because your admirers are “secret”, make sense??

Well, I love and hate it when my friends tell me their secret. Love it because it shows that my friends trust me, thus willing to share their secrets with me, certain that it will be safe. Hate it because I am worried that their secrets might be a threat to our friendship, her enemy might place a knife on my neck and putting me at risk, or I might conveniently forget about the secret and accidentally spilled the beans.
But rest assures that my lips are usually tightly sealed, just occasionally there might be a minor air leak…

Secrets make one mysterious. Who would be interested if one already had everything spell out?? But once in a while, let out some little secrets, it spices up our life!!

Currently, I am keeping a secret. But I think my friends will find out real soon…
*wink*

It’s a secret, Shhhh…..

Reflection Part 2

2006-09-22T01:32:00.000+08:00

Well, after some serious thoughts, I still don’t know what is wrong with my previous writing regarding guys having multiple girlfriends.

Thinking real hard…..

I do not mean that all guys go out with girls for the sake of a huge ego, nor do I categorize guys as losers. Likewise, there are in fact many girls who enjoys the company of different guys, treating man like dirt and are just out to play and spend their money. I wouldn’t say that these girls are bitches or sluts either, because if I do, there will be far too many of them in our society.

As of whether people with multiple partners look sexier, it is up to each individual. For me, sexy would most probably be intrinsic. But of course, sexy is used to describe individuals who are capable of making us drool; in terms of look. If I can drool at the sight of some cute, handsome guys; then tell me, which man wouldn’t drop to his knees and got all tongue-tied at the presence of a hot bikini babe??

Have you ever wonder - How would you feel if you are the guy having multiple girlfriends?? Lucky? Sexy? Popular? That’s our mentality. And yes, the same goes for the ladies. From a woman’s point of view, I won’t deny that it does feel good to be popular and all, surrounded by guys and simply tagging them along even if we don’t like them….

All beings would prefer to be superior, to have a particular social status, and one such way is to be seen preoccupied with many others, especially from the opposite gender. The different being, some can achieve it, while others cannot. It seemed as though I am describing all beings as whores, because we all have a sluttish side within us. Yup, all of us.

Of course, it doesn’t make sense to say that every popular person is loose. David Beckham is popular, but we don’t relate him to being loose (maybe yes, I dunno). Likewise, Mother Teresa is famous and well liked, but she is definitely no whore!!

Didn’t son of the devil mentioned that dating is a game?? Yes, I agree with him.

But aren’t there rules for the game??

We evaluate potential partners choose the one that suits us the most. That’s how a relationship starts. In my opinion, we should do it one at a time. No two-timing and making a comparison between 2 – that’s my rule.

Many people like to speed things up and multi-task. Should we multi-task when dating, to make the “evaluation” job faster?? I can guarantee that you will end up with absolutely nothing in the end. You try to have both; you will be the ultimate loser. That’s the forfeit of this game.

I am not implying that we should interpret relationships like a game, because it is definitely not our usual computer games. But there are those who simply plays along, toying with many at a time and deliberately hide the truth until their multiple partners find out. Now, don’t they deserve some punishments??

Once a couple gets married, dating game is over. But guys that are unfaithful are as good as worthless. If he can cheat you once, there is no reason he wouldn’t cheat you again. And if these cheaters get married, who can promise that they wouldn’t keep a mistress?? The same goes for the ladies.

Well, if dating is a game, and marriage is the end of the game, is divorce the restart button??

Yawn~

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Reflection Part I

2006-09-15T01:41:00.000+08:00

*Son of the Devil* said...

Beg to differ your comment on your are at a much more worst situation than the patients. Yes, u are alone and running a fever. But the pain is momentarily. These patients have chronic diseases and suffered tons of pain that we can't decipher... Don't u feel that these patients will feel very useless that they, themselves can't take care of themselves but need the help of nurses and care givers? So I hope u do reflect abit..(sorry for being blunt).

As for a guy having multiple gfs, can tell you straight that this guy can't hide the truth from his gfs for long. No woman in this world is this stupid. Dating is a game, so does a relationship. I HATE to say that but I must admit it really is this way. I personally feel that going out with girls will make a guy feel good but not all guys do that for the sake of the HUGE ego. Likewise, some girls like the attention from many guys even though they may not like these guys...So can we say these girls are trying to boost their egos too??? So that they will look sexier. Can we fault them and just called them bitches???

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After reading what son of the devil wrote, I was reflecting on my previous writing. And yes, I totally agree with him that I was writing rubbish like a little demon. I mean, I don’t blame him for pointing that out, since that is a fact!! (there is no need for an apology) I can be super mean and selfish when my needs are not satisfied, and when I feels insecure alone. So, I shall take back my words okay??

Yup, the patients are suffering, and should I rejoice that I am not tied down by medications?? But, sickness is part of life. Sometimes inevitable, since they might be running in our blood, passed down through generations and some are just divined to suffer from it. We have to understand that nothing is fair in this world!! We are born, with the ultimate ending of death; that’s the way it works. The different lie in the degree of suffering one is entitled to…

Don’t get me wrong again. I am not being heartless because nobody wants to feel useless, tied to bed and wait for care givers to attend to their basic needs. But in every society, there deem to have people suffering. Be it poverty or sickness, it will always exist. Without people suffering, charitable organizations will never exist.

Now, may I ask, who decides the definition of suffer??

It is ambiguous and the meaning varies from person to person. Some tries to lead a normal life while others are drowning themselves in agony, robbing the sympathy of others. Since there is no clear boundary to distinguish both groups, we tend to show sympathy to both.

Again, I might be wrong because some patients really deserve our sympathy. I may still be young and healthy, at the prime of my life, and unable to apprehend what goes on with people having chronic illnesses. In fact, I have a friend who had suffered from diabetes since primary school, and she is always injecting herself with insulin, poking her 10 fingers multiple times a day to check on her glucose level. To many, that is suffering and she deserved our sympathy. But to her, a pat on the shoulder is all that she needs.

I am not implying that we should not make donations to charity organization, but money cannot solve the entire problem. The mentality of the patient is critical and important. If they choose to waste their life, buried themselves away, then no amount of money helps. And many a times, I will stop to wonder where this huge amount of money goes when the pain inflicted on the patients do not seemed to cease. The pain just wouldn’t go away, no matter how much money we donate, get it??

Of course, having the care and concern from the society is heartwarming and kids should grow up in a loving society, to become kind souls. But the image of charity gradually changes when the NKF issues stumped our country. They had shamed us on the world stage!!! It may be the only immoral case so far, but that stigma is there to stay and people will certainty has reservation when making any donations (at least for me).

Giving and taking makes a cycle. Who knows, one day I might be dying on bed and needs the help from our society??

Regarding the 2nd part, I am too tired today to think right now, will talk about it later.
Bed time!!

Home Alone

2006-09-06T00:47:00.000+08:00

Yeah~!!! I am the boss of my house!! No one is bugging me to bed, no one to disturb me when I am drilled to my work; sadly no one’s listening when I feel like talking and no one cooks when I am hungry.

I am at home, all alone.

My family left their little girl here, and flew away happily to Korea for some smacking good time. I’m wondering, is there really much more freedom without my parents buzzing by my ears?? Not actually.

I watched the President’s Star Charity last Sunday, alone on the sofa and running a temperature. Just like other charity shows, they will feature some really old, pathetic patients suffering with chronic illnesses and some really young kids crying, to keep the calls coming in. But, I don’t feel sorry, nor do I sympathize with them. That’s because I think I was at a much worst situation then them.

At least, when they fall sick, they had their family members or nurses attending to them. For my case, I was burning hot but I still have to get ice water, towel, blanket, thermometer, medicine and every other thing myself.
They had people calling in and donating money, while nobody was even bothered if I die. I told you?? I was in a much worst scenario then them. Thus, it makes no sense for me to show empathy when I feel that way.

On Monday, my fever hit a new record of 38.8 deg C at night but I still went to school earlier. Reason being, there was nobody at home and I see no point in staying at home. I was semi-conscious during lectures and was at the verge of fainting while on my way home. It was really a miracle that I could still walk straight (not very straight), took a shower, bought my dinner and bring in some clothes.
Now, I really admire myself….

There are pros and cons of not having my parents taking care of me. When they are at home, I took advantage of them and I wouldn't even bother to get up from the bed when I feel unwell. But being alone, I have to get things done no matter what and I find myself able to accomplish missions that seemed impossible for a sick person.

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I became Best Friends with my Love Rival!!!

I was browsing through the magazine and came across this really catchy title.
Best Friends with my Love Rival?!?!

Alright, if you think I am going to gossip, it is not!! It is an armchair anthropology!!!

What will you do if you found out that your boyfriend is cheating on you?? Cut his tie, kiss his ass, or leave a fish in his car?? Or would you confront the girl and give her one tight slap across her flourish pink cheeks??

Anyway, guys that are unfaithful are not worth the pain. There are smart woman plotting against lousy guys – by befriending their other girlfriends.

Well, in that article, it states that there was this lady who found out that her boyfriend has another girlfriend. Instead of making a fuse in public, she befriended her, and found out that she was ignorant that he had another girlfriend. Thus, they decided to exposed him in public and make all girls look down on him.

And, I think his reason for having multiple girlfriends was absurd – to have a wider variety. How greedy!!!
I mean, every girl is like a different car. In the same way you can’t fit a Mercedes headlight into a Cefiro, you can’t pick and choose the best bit out of every relationship and hope it fits and flourish.

But, being men, it is like a popularity game. Having more girlfriends boost his ego and make his dick feels larger. Ok, at least that is how I feel….

If it ever occurs to me that my boyfriend two-timed me, I will make sure he dies nicely. =)

I want your Organs

2006-08-27T18:46:00.000+08:00

Super bad mood today.

I was prompted to clean up my messy room just now when found a few neglected and forgotten letters slotted among my books. Of which, one was regarding organ transplantation, dated back to April 2006.

The letter sounded so nice and polite you know, but I choose to interpret it this way –

Congratulations!!! You will be turning 21 soon and thus, you can donate your kidney, liver, heart and cornea when you DIE!!! Mahahahaha…!!!
There are many ways you can die. You might be hit by a vehicle, some pots can fall on your head, you might think that your life sucks and decided jump from your window, or you might just collapse, die, and that’s it.
So, it is actually essential that we place a booking on your organs first!!

Well, you are free to omit from our program, BUT, if your organs ever fails you, don’t cry and come begging at our door. We will NOT entertain you because you shall reap what you sow…Who ask you to be selfish first?? Humph!!

Again, we will omit you automatically if you are mentally ill or intellectually disabled, but I guess you are definitely sane enough since you are reading my letter and cursing me concurrently. Thus, you’re definitely in for this!!! Yeah~!!!

Another option is open to you. If you really really really don’t wish to donate, and you want to bring your precious organs to your grave, then live up to 60. By then, your lousy old spare parts will become classic historical artifacts and we won’t need them. Fair enough??

Thanks you very much.

Alright, am I supposed to be happy or not??
They congratulate me and curse me in the same letter. I am speechless…

Back to work.