This chinese new year gatehring was the best.
All i had to do was dress up, look pretty, drag my longchamp bag out of the house and display it prominently to everyone in the room and then receive red packets.
for less than 3 hours looking pretty, i got 107 bucks.
awesome? no? hah.
now that i have to fight with other human beings in the CBD area during lunch, i get to see the ugly side of Singaporeans.
they place freaking tissue papers and newspapers on the tables to ‘Chop”.
ok see, thats like history correct?
i mean who doesnt know that.
the ironic thing is, the other SANE singaporeans FOLLOW this stupid RULE!
we dont sit at those tables!
piss off!
i swear i will do it at least ONCE during my 2 mths.
i will casually put my tray of food on one of the tissue-infested table.
believe me.
ridiculous.
Met sassy for lunch, since she works within the same vicinity.
hmmm…
i had nothing substantial to do at work, that i spent close to 2 hrs having lunch.
we went shopping, finally got my hair thingy .
we shared a cup of yoghurt and sat in the blazing sun outside caltex house there where alot of ppl walk so we can people watch.
i shall bring an umbrella next time cause it’s freaking hot.
ive never spoken to my sister so much before.
practically the whole god damn day.
morning, before we set of work.
DURING work.
as you can see, on msn or gmail or whatever it is that corporate ppl use these days, i think i shall learn how to use Skype as well. heard alot of hype about it.
and then ill meet her for lunch..
and then when i come back from lunch, prop myself at my desk, i see her going “BOO!” on MSN.
i swear she’s being overpaid. tsk.
“I don’t know what tricks you are up to again, but I think I should inform you that I am one step away from suing you. My lawyers actually have gathered everything needed, and I’ve already paid starhub $500 to get your ip address to reveal who you are.”
[excerpt taken from Http://Xiaxue.blogspot.com.]
see, this i have to highlight.
i applaud this sassy girl for doing as such.because there really are idiots out there who think they can hide behind monikers.
apparently they do not know each computer has it’s own unique set of ip address. tragic.
see, in ANY type of argument, if you cannot bullshit, don’t bullshit.
but for a start? get your facts right.
if i were you, i’d be careful.
very very careful.
silence doesnt mean defeat.
PS!: THIS MSG IS FOR THE GENERAL PUBLIC. =) cheers. [no names mentioned, no one in particular. ]
PPS: ps was made just in case there are some people out there who think everything on this blog is about them. you know, just in case.
ok. im done. bye.
terrible.
i couldnt stop puking since 3am on thursday morning.
couldnt consume anything, and after a while i started dry retching.
horrendous.
dad drove me to the clinic at 10 at night cause i still couldnt stop puking.
doc gave me a jab that hurts like fuck.
no other words to describe it.
im not fearful of needles but hell that jab was awfully painful.
funny thing is that jab made me very uncomfortable during the first hour.
i couldnt sit still without wanting to cry.
hmmm….
i just wanted to cry.
it wasn’t painful but it was uncomfortable. extremely uncomfortable.
so i cried in bed.
hahaha. it was funny.
i was crying over nothing really. =P
but it worked wonders, i zonked out after tt.
without waking up in the middle of night to puke or whatsoever.
tummy’s still churning this morning but all’s good.
extremely careful about what i consume.
i lost 3 kg the past 2 days.
thanks to all the body fluids i’ve retched out.
food poisoning’s deadful.
i stayed in bed doing nothing really.
i watched little miss sunshine.
it’s a beautiful story. =)
a must-see for all.
i realised ive always talking about my Indonesia trip but never got down to blogging it.
so since i had a lot of free time on my hand today, i searched high and low for the pictures.
in 2004, i was sick of life in PJC, hiak hiak hiak.
i just finished reading this book entitled Bridge Across Sorrows, about this lady who had this compelling need to help kids in Cambodia.
i was so impressed, i wanted to build a Children’s Centre in Cambodia and write a book myself.
after which i called up Club Rainbow and the Singapore Children’s Society to do meaningful work during my break in June but all of them turned me down. i think it was because of my age.
And then suddenly, fi, sassy’s other half, as you all know by now, a programme officer with Mercy Relief told me about his next project to Medan, and waddya know, i went onboard before you could say volunteer.
2 mths of prior work before heading there.
included fund raising where we held a gig, that girl performed for us. what’s her name
Daphane Koo. yeah, her band helped us out.
it was pretty cool.
i performed myself.
danced this indonesian dance and sang err… “When the Children Cry.”
pretty awesome.
raised some cash and poof we went to indonesia.
i think my mum cried at the airport.
hahahahaha.
first time her daughter was going to leave her for a long long time mah. =PPP
still remembered that scene clearly in my head.
Shakti, if you’re reading this, you sent me off didn’t you?
or was it my philippines trip?
my memory’s not serving me well.
i think it was indonesia.
philippines?
no. im pretty sure it was indonesia.
well, anyways! mum cried and i was excited. hahaha!
this is the girls’ wing of the orphanage. looks decent on the outside right? hah.
i cannot say much for the inside.
this is the boys’ wing, the one where we’re suppose to erect a second floor and do some work to the first floor cause the wood’s rotting from within.
i think this was our second night, all 22 of us still trying to get to know one another.
we were trying to get use to the stringent rule of boys not being able to mix with girls.
it was tough, judging by the fact that all of us were so close.
initially, the head master of the orphanage wanted the girls to don headscarves but we managed to tell them no.
we wanted to share cultures but not alter ourselves.
i was pretty naughty there lah. hahaha.
was close to this gorgeous girl called Rosanne, Fakhrul and Kenny.
4 of us got close.
well.
things happened.
it became more than just a friendship.
rosanne coupled with fakhrul and i got acquainted with Kenny.
hahaha! [note how i use acquainted and not couple. =PPPPP]
well, what happened was, the four of us were sitting on a couch during the first night at 1 in the morning, it was raining and we shared 2 jackets between us. [those of you with smart remarks, shut up. =P]
romantic mah. hahahaha!
next day, the four of us got into deep trouble.
i mean, they did warn us about boys having to separate themselves from girls.
and in all silly-ness, we were sitting directly infront of the headmaster’s quarters without even realising it cause it was our first night!
the girls’ room leads to the open rooftop, and that’s where we usually have our group meetings, or games, or just to have a chillout session.
some of us even ended up sleeping up there cause it gets really nice and chilly. We’ll drag our sleeping bags up and just cuddle up next to each other.
lying down, staring at the stars, i think that’s one memory i’d hold on to forever.
some idiots from the group however got bitchy and didnt like the fact that the boys were passing through the girls’ room to get to the rooftop, made some noise and for days the rooftop was empty.
it was tragic really.
but it got ok after that.
everything got back to normal.
the rooftop was also where i spent hours talking to my sister and my mum, calling them up crying.
mostly my sister.
it was afterall my first time, being thrown off from the comfort of my pampered little arse in singapore.
my bill that month after i came back was 273 buckaroos.
heh.
i still remembered my mum and sister told me that if i really cannot take it, i can “…pack my bags and come back to Singapore and they will pay for everything.”
wahhh…. damn touching. =P
but i decided to stay put.
put up a fight.
of course being in a group, problems will always arise and it was tough cause i was the youngest member and some of the politics going on, too complex for me to understand.
though i dare say some of them were acting like brats and at their age, i pity them.
on top of which, i was getting alot of red rashes at place you dont want to have rashes.
our bathing area was in the open. covered by the blue wall, you tip your toes, and your head will pop out. hahaha!
thats how ‘private’ it was.
the girls always end up bathing in their sarong.
in fact, my entire duration when i was there, i bathed in my sarong.
i have phobia with worms, and always picture them crawling up my body, hence, the sarong.
this is the water well where we get our water supply.
looking at the state of it, i think we all know why i got my rashes that resfused to go away. some of the kids brazenly stick out their tiny dicks and pee into our only source of water.
When we draw up the water and fill our basin with it, we realised it’s orange, muddy and never fails to have dead carcasses floating around. you name it, HUGE ants, numerous flies, baby mosquitos. it was gruesome.
we rationed our drinking water, which we bought outside the orphanage near the town.
afterwhich, i rationed my own drinking water supply to clean myself up.[this was limited to private areas, face and brushing my teeth.]
of course i wouldnt have enough and had to use the orange water to clean my body.
this is how it looks like inside the ‘bathroom’, the blue wall on your right. this is also where we brush our teeth in the morning, meaning i had to step out of the girls room, go down the stairs [the girls room's on the second floor, the rooftop on the third, the boys on the first floor.], walk with my sleepy head across the courtyard, in full view of everyone to wash my face early in the morning. talk about looking your best. =P
we also did our washing here.
the surprising thing when i was in indonesia and phillipines is that i actually enjoyed washing clothes. =P
can you believe it?
i do.
i actually offer to wash other people’s clothes.
so ill collect everybody’s dirty clothes and spend one whole day washing clothes in 2 black pails. [the second picture, you can see the black pails im talking about sitting on the wall.]
i love it. when i was in singapore and didnt understand why my mum was always washing her clothes in the morning, she’s always going, “im chasing after the sun.”
now i perfectly understand.
i ADORE the sun.
ill do the washing at 10, finish up by 11, go out, wring them dry and hang them out for the midday sun. fabulous.
i even enjoy squeezing the clothes dry. hahaha.
So if you’re in charge of the second floor of the boys’ wing, you mix cement, fold wire strips to make the structure and lay bricks. awesome no? =)
if you’re on the first floor, you either shovel up rubbles and small stones, put them in pails and carry them to the second floor, OR, you clean up the rooms and paint the walls.
the rooms are horrendous.
the children’s beds are just planks of wood.
that’s where they eat, play, sleep and do everything else.
once, when we moved the planks of wood, we saw a lump of decomposed rice in the corner, and one of the girls swept the mound, there were maggots and mountains of ants crawling out.
i ran out hot and flustered cause i really am petrified of worms.
i was too stunned to go back in and stayed outside to paint.
it was god-awful.
the boys’ toilet was just opposite their dorms and we had to clean them up as well.
their toilet bowls [the squatting versions] were so choked, some of them had to go down on all knees to use their hands and pull out the crap. literally.
flies and maggots and ants and unimaginable creatures started to pour out.
i wasn’t there at that time.
after which, those people involved in the toilet clean up threw away their clothes cause the smell couldnt come off. one of them even fell sick and had tremendous high fever.
with no sewerage system, it gets ugly.
we had rest time in between and lotsa fun though.=)
this was where the boys from our team stayed. the first floor.
they also had a tiny fridge, which is apparently the only fridge in the whole village which honestly doesnt really function.
those who are not involved in the second wing, or cleaning up the first floor, were tasked to cook for the entire team.
think it’s simple? think again.
we bought live chickens cause apparently they are cheaper and we were on a tight budget. [you can see one of the chicken in the above picture.]
god.
i havent puked so much in my entire life. [except the whole of yesterday.]
this guy tried to slaughter one of the chickens, and after tt was done, the chicken ran around the courtyard with half of it’s head dangling one one side, blood splurting out and all the kids pointing and laughing hysterically, with me on one side turning green.
that faithful day, i was in charge of de-feathering the chicken and cooking it.
cooking wasnt a problem, de-feathering it was.
after i cooked it, actually, i saw a feather floating somwhere in the dish. hahaha!
but honestly, after a long day, when you’re tired, you dont really care what you’re consuming.
believe me.
but i didnt eat that night. =P
this is the kitchen area, with the floor wet 24/7 from i do not know what.[notice how rosanne's feet's not touching the floor completely. it is wet. and you dont know why it's wet, you tend to not want to step on it completely.]
it was unhygenic at it’s best.
we were cutting vegetables on table tops that looked like it havent been cleaned for centuries.
but when i was there, i told myself one thing, once the food are cooked under strong heat, all bacteria will be almost non-existent.
i was going to die if im not going to eat anything.
the plates were dirty, the one existing pot where we cook everything in is grimy and the ladle is well, not clean.
we had one generator that sometimes do not work.
our water supply is seasonal, some of us ended up taking showers in the rooftop when it rains, with our sarongs. those nights were awesome. =)
there was once i remembered, we didnt have water for 2 straight days and some of us didnt get to shower, i was one of the lucky few but i still remembered that night cause those who who didnt managed to get water, stayed out for the night to ‘dry’ themselves.
but you know, at the end of each day, after you clean yourselves up, you stay in the courtyard and play with the 60 kids, i think it makes everything worthwhile.
i havent cried so much when i had to leave them.
some of them gave me their hairclips, and little self-written notes, pictures and cards and drawings, all of which i keep dearly up till today.
i still keep in touch with the headmaster, who left the orphange recently to further his studies in Egypt.
There’s this one girl Trisna, who i still remember fondly.
everytime she sees me, she always runs over and screams “kakkkk lydddiiiaaaaaa” and hugs me like i havent seen her for decade.
she cried the most when i left, sobbing hard, telling me not to forget her.
i never did.
When i got back home and did an interview with Berita Harian, i gave them a photo of me and Trisna playing at the courtyard.
i called them the moment i reached Singapore and Trisna was still crying.
it was heartbreaking.
but every good story must have it’s ending.
i vow to go there once im done with my studies.
and whats working without any playing right?
the last 2 days, all of us went to Lake Toba for rest and relax.
heh. the place my parents went for their honeymoon.
it was gorgeous.
the weather felt greener.
it was extremely chilly.
we had little cottages and we even had a full-blown party in of them on the last night.
we crossed over to this little village where we did minor shopping, though i didnt get anything.
i felt angry actually, you know, leaving the kids behind to have a little rest and relax.
cause the kids didnt have the chance to do any form of rest and relax.
i felt selfish then.
hmmm…
so that was it.
and when i came back, as you can see, much darker and slimmer. hahaha! i lost 6 kilos in total, in which i put on almost instantly. =P
that’s rosanne, very very close, still close, catching up with one another on msn, doing the same course as i am in a different school, now out working.
would love to talk about my philippines trip, but that would require another full day of doing nothing to go scout for the pictures.
another time, another day. =)
Ps: oh, and wish me good luck for tmr.
im back! hehehehehe.
Pattaya was awesome. =)
i like the laidback life there compared to bangkok.
plus the beautiful beach made alot of plus points.
i saw a padi centre and had half my mine to enter and ask them abt their diving rates, but turns out, the moonsoon season was still on, so diving was put off.
however, as i drove out to pattaya beach, i saw so many diving boats. =(
rayyan and i did para-sailing.
hah.
i did it once last time, and that one, i got blown off from a boat, this time however it was on a barge, or a pontoon. is it how you spell it? i dont even know.
but it was cool.
nothing invigorating cause ive done it before. =)
rayyan did jet-ski.
wanted to do it but it looked boring and the waves weren’t exactly friendly, so i went to hunt for food and to suntan in the lovely sun.
the shellfish were awesome!
boiled with lemongrass and served it to you straight up.
very very nice.
meeeooowwww. pattaya kitty. meeeooowww.
that was pattaya, left for bangkok, 2 hrs dreadful drive.
rayyan started puking and my back was hurting so much from sitting too long.
Went to this funny zoo where they’re conducting this test, putting in pigs alongside tigers.
so they put baby tigers and mommy pig in one cage and mommy tiger and baby pigs in another.
somehow, the baby tigers who drank mommy pig’s milk became more tolerant and more gentler.
dont know how true.
but the pig look disgusting.
and then, best, one cage they put there “happy family”
it contained a pig, a dog and a tiger.
the pig ate the shit of the tiger and dog.
do you know disgusting that is?
of course it’s happy family.
whenever you’re in deep shit, your family members are always the one who help you out.
in this case, the pig, just conveniently chomps it down.
i nearly puked.
it’s crazy.
pig eat rubbish and SHIT.
and then humans eat them.
i rest my case.
maybe we shld all follow shen and convert ourselves to become vegetarians.
then we went shopping.
didnt buy anything much.
13 dolars pants, which i think i can find in singapore.
bought some candle holder for sham but dont know whether he wants, if not then shall give to his mummy.
bought bikinis.
hmm…
oh! i bought starbucks cup.
hahahaha.
tts about it really.
shopping makes me dizzy.
last day, we were wearing matching outfits. insane.
funny scene at the airport.
they placed “Beef Muslim Curry” right next to a plate of “Grilled Pork with Sticky Rice.”
maaaannnn…….. outright disgusting.
shopped at the airport.
so many things.
i wanted to buy a longchamp bag there, cause they had the colour i wanted but it’s much more expensive. hence..
then i saw a COACH bag. WAAAH!!!
i want.
ive decided to save up the cash im gonna get from this internship and splurge it on a nice coach bag. =)
but the price of it, i dont think 2 mths worth of my pay is enough actually. tsk.
i shall go beg my dad to top up the remaining.
but it’s reallllyyyy pretttyyyyy.
SQ flights rock. i adore their inflight entertainment system
i was watching this french film on my way to bangkok.
cldnt finish.
on my way back to singapore? i fast forwarded to where i ended.
savvy no? hehehe.
now i have to go find Singapore Dreaming cause i was watching it after finishing the french film and i like Singapore dreaming. so sad. tsk.
im this golden brown now from being under the sun.
im happy with my colour. ha ha ha ha. =)
that’s it for the thailand trip. =)
why am i not at work?
this morning at 3, i woke up and puked all over my bedroom floor.
god.
the stench was overwhelming, i didnt even have the chance to run to the bathroom, the moment i reached out for the door, blllluuueeeerrrrrkkkkk.
terrible.
i cldt sleep after and kept puking.
changed at 7, thinking, i should just get my arse to work but i cldnt even move cause my tummy was hurting so bad.
case of gastric flu. dammit.
if there’s one reason why i like to go to my workplace is because of the stunning view it offers of the esplanade and the river being located on the 30th floor with full glass window. awesome. =)
other than that, every morning is pain because i have to figure out what to wear, i do have a limited choice of working clothes you know.
plus wearing dreaded high heels in the CBD area.
god dammit.
plus, i dont have alot of high heels.
i had to buy one and those hurt as well.
dammit.
maybe when school reopens later, my calves will look all strong and well-toned from walking around too much in them
i used to say the best feeling in the world is taking a piss after holding it in for long but now, i think the best feeling is taking off your high heels after being in them from 9 in the morning to 630 in the evening. orgasmic.
bah. im feeling awfully terrible.
just finished writing a lenghty email to my boyfriend who’s skiing in the alps as we speak.
i spoke to him last night on the phone and he just went para-gliding. tsk.
girlfriend in sunny thailand, boyfriend in -5deg france. so funny.
i shall go rest and i need to do my work before i screw up at work tmr.
i need to go call up all the newspapers and listen to them tell me why i shld advertise with them.
cool no? heh.
and suddenly, the tables have been turned, and im no longer the one pitching for an idea. =P
oh, and im hopeless, now at work, also need to call mel for ppt template. =PPP
ok, kap kun kah. bye!
We had Italian cuisine on vday.
the place is a tiny tiny place which can fit only 10 couples with cute, romantic tables and chairs.
first time i had some liver thingy that tasted nice actually.
i was dreading dinner to be over cause that meant my boyfriend was going to france. =(
seeeee, vday.
the past week or so ive been reading other people’s blogs and reading snippets in the papers.
guys always, and i mean ALWAYS say,
“oh, i dont celebrate vday with my gf, cause everyday’s a vday to me.”
“i dont give her flowers, it’s a gimmick.”
“nothing special on vday, to me, everyday is special as long as im with her.”
“why buy flowers only on vday?? i can get cheaper on other days! im a spontaneous guy!”
what i say?
BULLSHIT.
and then girls?
“oh. i dont expect anything much. really. just his presence.”
“he didnt buy me anything. but i understand, he’s busy with work.”
“naaaahhh… vday’s just any other day.”
what i say?
BULLSHIT.
=))
guys who say any one of thise lines mentioned above are just giving excuses.
fine me a hot-blooded male who thinks that everyday is a vday with his gf and that he buys flowers on any other days.
puhllleeesssee. who are you trying to kid?
and then girls? defending your other half when they dont buy you flowers or bring you out for dinner because you dont care.
really? who are YOU trying to kid?
guys? the excuse that, “…everyday is a vday .” is so cliche, use it one more time and us girls would prolly squeeze your nuts and marvel when we hear you say ouch.
we girls demand you do something on vday.
of course it’s all in the act you know, pretending to not care if you dont do anything, or smile coyly and say oh it’s ok.
but seriously? you think girls are really ok with that?
they’ll pretend to be happy and all but deep down inside they feel like shit.
we dont expect much.
however, a greeting alone is NOT enough, so dont try to pull that off.
over the top celebrations also not needed.
girls? boys will forever be boys.
they are boys.
i dont know how else to put it to you.
dont expect them to give you what you want, unless of course you’ve been through 100 years of marriage.
they will NEVER understand US and forget about trying to make them understand you.
be proactive.
you want to have dinner at restaurant A? tell him.
if not, he bring you to retaurant B, you show face, he also face one kind cause he would prolly have no idea what he did.
then you become upset, he also upset, cause he still dont know what he did.
then your day? becomes SPOILED.
so? listen to me, not like im some kind of relationship guru but ive learned to understand that boys are boys lah ah.
like me.
i told my boyfriend if he doesnt do something for my birthday i will get mad.
i told my boyfriend that vday is coming with a capital BIG HINT. [but i already prepared myself to not expect anything much this vday cause he had a flight at midnight anyways and wld prolly be busy packing up. somehow, i ended up packing his bag for him. hmmm. ahh yes, girls if boys really got good excuse like this, dont be a rotten gf and pull long face.]
see. both happy.
he do something, im happy.
this is not a case of being thick-skin. believe me.
because you already told him what you expect, no room for mistakes.
unless of course you really dont want to spend vday then you dont need to tell him anything.
or you can also tell him you’d rather not do anything on vday.
it makes everybody happy.
it’s not that your boyfriend is not a romantic person if he doesnt do it. trust me, do you know how much trauma guys go thru every vday?
of course ending up giving those lame excuses which i dont buy.
they just dont know what to do.
being romantic is what girls envision and then expecting boys to make it happen.
please. you want that to happen? you can wait until the sky turns green.
make your boyfriend’s life an easier place to live in and tell him what to do.
they need our guidance. muahahahah!!!
even my boyfriend gave up trying to understand me.
i dont blame him.
sometimes i get mad at him then after sulking so much i actually dont know why im so mad.
then ill start laughing.
so he told me one day,
“can you just tell me what you want next time? im a boy you know.”
waahhhh… makes so much sense.
he’s a BOY!!!!!!
ladies? being a BOY is an excuse.
it really is.
when he says he’s a boy/man/hot-blooded male, it IS an excuse.
it’s in their blood.
rather than you waste 25447565938 hours bitching to your gf about your bf who did nothing for tt special occasion, spend 3 minutes telling your bf what you want.
of course, don’t demand. do it nicely.
“[insert cutesy, bitsy pet name], would you be such a darling to get flowers for me on vday? it really would be lovely.”
“[insert cutest, bitsy pet name], my birthday is next week, shall we do something nice. why dont you plan it? or we can go hunt a nice ulu place to eat out together.”
this vday however, he did everything on his own.
im impressed.
he bought flowers, red roses still. darling? i do not fancy red roses. but thank you, they are lovely nontheless.[see... girls, you want to be picky but must take into consideration the effort he put in ok. can you imagine your boyfriend STEPPING INTO a freaking florist ordering you a bouquet of flowers? waaahhh... i cannot imagine the trauma he must be going through.]
im more excited at the thought of him setting time aside to go order the flowers rather than the CHOICE of flowers. again, he’s a boy, i dont think roses or lilies or daisies got any difference to him.
get what i mean? to him, flowers are flowers.
he made reservations at an Italian restaurant.
WITHOUT me telling him.
of course i think he knows me well enough to know that i will sulk if he didnt do anything.
then me? how can i not do anything for my darling boyfriend right.
vday what. who says only the boys do all the job?
heh.
but mine will be a surprise.
wait lah, till he comes back.
why so late?
like everybody says, everyday is a vday what.
2 weeks later, also vday.
i hate airports.
i hate good byes.
midnight at the airport, still so many people. siao.
driving back home after, i could hardly open my eyes.
work was awfully tiring today.
i left early to be home so i can blog.
and i want to sleep.
i still dont know how anyone can eat pasta cooked with olive oil and salt ONLY.
the boy takes more photos than i do. =p
he just kept going on and on and on, entertaining himself with the self-timer and flash and cropping the pictures.
and then laughing sporadically at his master pieces.
=))
that was yesterday’s affair.
i had roasted lamb, potatoes, carrots, garlic, salad, fish, bread and more salad.
oh! i had the olives stuffed with anchovies!
i have been hunting high and low for it and i cannot find.
tsk.
but lenda opened a can so i can stuff myself silly with it.
i love it!
i shall go buy it. heh. she told me where to get it already. 
after work today, i was invited to an ad company just off Amoy Street.
they deal with mobile advertisements.
Basically, the kiosks and large screen tvs you see in Macdonalds, are done up by them.
It was interesting to say the least.
it was surprisingly small.
i was invited to park myself there whenever im free to see how they work.
which means i have to go find free time so i can park myself there.
the room over at the creative side is not surprisingly freezing.
It reminded me of the studio in school.
Plus the amount of wires running around, the 2 large Mac screens, plus one big-ass LCD screen mounted on the wall to see your final work.
well, ours is that tiny black box in the editing suite.
hmmm…. other than that, i’ve got nothing else to say. nice walk-around i guess.
met up with sham and had dinner.
it was hilarious, cause we went to the food centre and sat down doing nothing for a full 10 minutes cause neither of us were hungry which is really really rare.
we ended up ordering coconut, satay, kailan and cockles.
i hate cockles.
i never liked them.
my dad used to force me to eat them, which i did and then my face will ronyok like there’s no tmr.
today, i made sham feed me one.
and i still do not like it.
yuck.
ive been craving for apples.
i bought 6 and mum bought another 12.
now, i have apples overloading the icebox.
As we left East Coast Park just now,
“ling, let’s wind down the window, then i speed, we stick out our hands and feel them flailing.”
“ok. the things that amaze you sometimes.”
and that was what we did.
from east coast all the way to clementi, we blasted songs and made our hands feel like they’re about to detach themselves from our body.
the power of wind.
and swaku things we do that will make me look back 10 years down the road and laugh myself silly.
Ps: To anonymous, i can speak basic mandarin. =)
took conversational mandarin course 2 years back with my dad.
besides, must go back to my roots. hehehe. [retort to nana's entry on ancestors and heritage. =P]
maybe i should ask my dad to teach me cantonese. and abit of hokkien.
i can speak a few lines of illonggo. heh. and tagalog.
kamusta ka?
ano gi na hambal mo?
pamin sya gid katama, kabalo ka mal hambal english?
waaaahhh… not bad. i can still remember conversing in ilonggo for a month in philippines in 2004. not bad at all.
sigurado ka? SIGURADO! =D
but yes, i can speak basic mandarin.
thanks for the suggestion nontheless!
taking jap would be cool. heh.
or tamil, since india’s a rising power house now.
hmmmm…
ok, bye. [hahahaha. i love ending like this.]
Ps: rinny’s in love.
i am pessimistic, cynical and occassionally, i scoff. ALOT.
when i want something, i pretty much have this straight view and refuse to look right or left.
not interested at the other doors.
so, i listened to what rinny had to say and trudged down to the MDIS open booth with sham who’s planning to do his Master’s and see what they have to offer.
given that MDIS is the originator [some sort] of Mass Communication, i would like to believe they offer degree courses from Melbourne Uni, or Edith Cowen, or Prince Edward.
But no, MDIS only offers ONE mass comm degree from Oklahoma. unbelievable.
undeniably, it is relatively much cheaper than going abroad. [abroad cost proximately 60K. have i mentioned i dont have tt kind of money?]
it has it’s pros and cons.
i better go hunt for more options so i can make, according to sham, “…an informed choice.”
remember the little debacle over my crappy CV?
well, i’ve decided to take the job.
i figured, i need to make my resume more meatier.
now is the time for me to go and improve on my resume.
After intern, after poly, i pretty much am thrown into the world and my resume is what sets me apart from my peers and if my resume states that i worked at a Smoothie Shop for 3 mths, you think any ad companies would want to take me in?
i highly doubt it.
i could enjoy my holidays now.
go on trips, go for countless diving trips,
cook more! [=(]
read my book, laze by the pool downstairs, meet up with my friends, argue with my boyfriend but i have no more time to waste.
given the worst possible scenario, should my grades be equal to my peer and a particular uni can only afford to take in one more, then how?
i need to have that deciding factor.[at least im trying to obtain that deciding factor]
and lazing by the pool reading The Time Traveller’s Wife prolly wont be it.
But of course, ill juggle my time lah.
im off to thailand during CNY. =))))
im going to see fishies at Coral Island. heh.
i need to get out of singapore.
on saturday, went out with my parents.
it’s been so long since the 5 of us just went out together.
it was nice really. =)
dropped mum off at bugis for 2 hours to get her hair done and the rest of us went shopping some more.
my dad just got my sister a 30 inch lcd tv for her room that will be mounted on her wall.
dammit. lucky her.
picked mum up after and we bought matching slippers for Pattaya. =)
i cannot stand pink and i dont know how my sister can actually have pink screaming from her feet.
if there’s one colour i cannot stand, it’s pink. god.
was good hanging out with the family but after half a day, i was at my wits ends. heh. too much of everything is not good lah.
sassy and i left to meet our respective other halves while parents left for some dinner function at some hotel eating some god forsaken chinese seafood.
as we were about to leave, we turned to dad,
“ok, we’re going.”
“*turns around shocked* go where??”
“fi picking up sassy. going lah. bye.”
hahahaha!
sham’s and my dinner?
take outs from macdonalds while watching grey’s anatomy. hah.
Sudoku’s been a nice company during the mornings and nights. =)
met up with cousinlove and sassy for coffee on sunday morning.
Nice.
dinner with sham’s side just now.
but im too tired to upload the pictures Luka took using my camera.
Soon, in time to come.
i have work tmr and i need to rest but right now i need to nurse my close friend who is not in her best state of mind.
and before i end off, instead of my usual okay bye, i shall end with an excerpt taken from Rinny’s blog. =)
“i was taking a huge bite of my apple this morning, and in between mouthfuls i was thinking..whether there was a worm struggling to escape the fury of my clamping teeth at its core… and world peace.
as you would know by now, both of the girls have been plagued by nasty hate tags for whatever vicious crime they have done to the poor mysterious taggers. funny thing is, the anonymous people are lashing out on their entries. one is being slammed because she says she just realized she dates only a specific type of guy (or colour hee), the other is accused of slamming people she hates.
erm, ok. can.
but seriously, what would you want them/us aka people who own some sort of a public domain to write about? world peace (hence the early morning thought), the bird flu pandemic or sad sonnets about life?? let them write whatever they want la, and if you want, go smirk and snort about their petty musings if you want because i don’t think that tactic (mass tagging) is working in shutting them down. hmm heres some hints that will guarantee to shed a river of tears, and if you’re lucky, perhaps a trail of blood: for lydia, spill grape juice on her longchamp bag or replace her caramel mac with tea and milk at the bottom, laced with caramel drizzle.”
you touch my longchamp bag, i will bite you so hard you’ll start begging for your mother.
Well, to begin with i wasn’t even so ‘hyped’ up over it. sooo….
anyways, i cant believe shen left to China straight away after the last paper. man.
So all of us left to go have our last lunch before she comes back in one month and 2kg heavier.
hehehehehe…
i bought lingerie. [Sale ladies, go buy. even Andy going to buy for his wifey. heeheehee.]
because it’s the trend nowadays to wear your undergarments on the outside. =)
pulling off a female version of superman. hiakhiakhiak.
well, then again, the ones i bought from La Senza won’t make shahidah feel pukish or startle people so much so that they are a notch close to experiencing a heart attack.
following the fashion is one thing, being able to pull off is another.
so ladies, dont follow blindly.
showing off your thong when you sit down with low-rise jeans, or wearing black bra underneath a black shirt or worse, parading it around for all to see. seriously, we don’t want to know what your boyfriend is fantasizing about.
but really, for a start, undergarments are called UNDERgarments for a reason. =)
anyways, enough about undergarments, but really, the ones i bought really nice.
shen went China, i went Wakeboarding. hahahaha.
the sun was gorgeous.
really, and andy drove us out like 10 minutes out.
and we didnt go to the sea, but we went to a hidden water body just behind it.
awesome.
i could practice my jumps and 180 deg surface turns. [much to the horror of andy cause my jumps are practically a goner and my surface turns....welll... i ended up smacking my face hard on the waters so many times. heh. ]
i think they should pay for manicure and nailbed lotion for air stewerdesses.
Do you know how much damage constant nail polish can do to you?
then again, this girl is prolly sand-duning in Dubai while im typing this down.
elaine’s like an energiser bunny that keeps going on and on and on and onnnn….
two of us thinking of going to Tioman in March since stupid Redang is not open for diving.
i am pissed.
what’s up with monsoon season?
OPEN UP THE DIVING SEASON PLS.
preferably before my school starts?
oh and during last week of march also cause sham has leave from work.
pretty pls with sugar on top. =(
i wanna go Perhentian/redang!
kaoz. =(
so upsetting
ok lah, if really desperate, i shall go aur or tioman again. tsk. basket.
actually, i was pretty tired. i mean, i was up at 6 in the morning, plus all the cramming of examination materials in my pretty head. waaah…. i slept on the boat in the sweltering heat. best. sun and wind. =D
next time go punggol, dont swallow water. heheheheheehehehehehehe. =pppppp
right after the exams, ok, well not exactly straight away since i went wakeboarding, but i had a job interview.
so i spent the entire night, well, not exactly entire night, cause i stomped off the internet, left my poor boyfriend online wondering what telah happened to his gf. ahahahha
i went to sleep cause apparently writing a resume is irritating.
in fact when you dont have anything substantial under your belt, it gets almost depressing.
yeah, true, i can list down a whole page of my achievements in public speaking.
you honestly think companies care you can speak in front of large audiences?
bah humbug.
it’s all a paper chase and i got so demoralised that i just deleted my stupid looking CV and hid my face in a pillow, left out a yell that cld prolly shatter my neighbour’s eardrums.
got up in the morning at 8 and started writing again. Demoralised again. rant it out on mazzy.
but that aside, i swallowed in my pride and marched down to battery road in my heels and smartest looking thing i could fish out from my cupboard.
i think offices are scary so i shall not blog about it because companies have alot of money and they can sue the pants off of me.
so for once, i shall be smart and not blog about anything pertaining to the job. hah.
it went…. hmmm…. it was pleasant. i think.
work starts next thursday but the ball’s on my court to make a decision.
met the boy in suntec after.
i want motorola V3i!!! because it has one in pretty maroon.
but yeah, think about it again, i dont know whethere ill get sick of the colour in time to come.[but it's pretty...really.]
V3xx is nice too but it’s expensive and it has 3g, which i dont know whether ill need unless sham gets a 3g phone too.
ahhh… we’ll see, we’ll see.
bought him a beanie for France. heh.
ive been wanting one actually.
Alfie told me to get one at Daiso.
but i like this one better. =PP
then we drove home for dinner. mum cooked nasi lemak.
cousins from Kl came down
wahhh…. it’s been ages since i ate nasi lemak. BEST.
actually, wait a minute.
i want to go to manado now!!!!!!!!
The whole gang came.
after so long. well, the lobster party wasn’t exactly counted since bozai wasnt there.
sham was supposed to go watch soccer with the boys at night but he forgoed it so he could spend time with me. sweet no? =)
i think, sometimes when you are very tired from studying, [or tired from TRYING to study], it’s nice to have your other half making sacrifices as such just so tt he can spend quality time together.
well, then again, he should, since he’s going to France for 2 weeks, leaving me behind. -.-
tragic.
i need to hunt for a job or ill die and become one of those losers who are stuck at home 24/7.
my dad is buying rayyan a psp.
i didnt get a 400 dollars toy when i was 6.
tsk.
my dad’s going to hainan island in march and im begging him to take me. =(
“im going for business, what you want to do there?”
“go sight-seeing lah. you give me money, i go shop.”
“on hainan island?”
“i dont know whats on hainan island what. ill go take lots of scenic pictures? bring me lah.”
aiyah. i need to go somewhere.
Sebana Cove, go wakeboard.
and i want to dive. i dont care.
underwater world’s offering a dive with the sharks for 95 bucks. hahaha
if im desperate enough, ill go swim with the sharkies and the stingrays and scare them. drag sham and make him take photos of me through the viewing glass.
sassy and i miss eating spanish doughnuts from Melbourne.
you know, i was reading this brochure on overseas unis, specifically in aussie.
and a degree ALONE cost roughly 26K.
this doesnt include tuition fees, or accomadations or shopping, or hanging out.
mannn…
third yr’s coming so soon and i tell you it’s going to end pretty damn fast.
i think it’s time i sit down and list down all my options.
figure out my next step.
i know what i want to do but there are so many things i have to weigh.
so many, not just cost.
was talking to rinny online and it got me even more worried.
bah humbug.
sometimes, i wish i was born in this filthy rich family and can just sponge off from the family’s wealth.
of course, reality stinks.
sister’s already graduated from NUS, got a job, got alot of jobs i dare say.
everyone’s moving already and i feel so… stagnant.
maria’s in NUS, so is Nana.
Rinny got some mentor thing going on, though im still dodgy about it. -.-
Ray’s entering uni after NS.
Masita’s in NUS.
every effing person i know is already in NUS. [stuffing themselves with subways i believe.]
and im here.
stagnant.
well,not exactly stagnant, since i have one more yr to go. [in fact i have one more exam paper to go which im not exactly excited about.]
i dont feel lost. dont get me wrong.
but you know, it’s really time i figure out my next move.
it’s scary no?
i mean after primary school you had secondary school to go to. and after tt, it’s either poly, ite or jc.
and then after tt?
it’s so open, you’re like an adult.
like you’re flailing around, waiting to settle down somewhere.
It’s scary.
i can predict it will be scary.
Poly has given me alot of opprtunities to grow but at the same time, giving me room to decide my next move.
it doesnt help tt it’s been reported students hailing from Mass Communications are retards when it comes to being employed.
when i heard that, gordon’s words kept looming in my head.
i remembered having a conversation with him once and it scared the shit out of me.
the thing about mass communication is that, it’s so broad and wide, you dont specialise in any thing specific and tt will become a problem.
besides, the media market in singapore’s so effing tiny, you’d prolly end up scurrying around, giving cups of coffee to daniel ong or FD.
i mean, how many jean dankers do they want anyway?
get the drift? it’s miniscule.
enough about future talk, ive been dying to play tennis but sham hurt his wrist when we bladed the other time.
was asking my uncle but he didnt seem keen.
tennis players?
tennis game anyone?
shall go bug sham to feed balls to me so at least i can practice my strokes.
okie dokes.
my mum actually went to check out whether there are any tickets left to the game at bangkok tmr. she wanted to go.
i think my mum is funny.
my dad is also funny cause he sent me a text msg during dinner just now.
minahchi has body odour. minahchi has revolting use of grammer.
minahchi has body odour. minahchi needs to get help. minahchi has body odour.
i shall go read Harry Potter and laugh myself to sleep.
because im vain and my head’s big, i will end off this entry with my picture.
once again,
ok, bye.
Exam fever.
i Just realised this will be the last time i’ll prolly experience it since ill have no more exams in third year.
but anyways, this entry is about the soccer match on wed. =)
i went.
im honoured to be part of the whole thing, especially since the stadium is going to be wiped off the map.
picked up Arif and drove to the airport to wait for the boy to land.
We had ice-cream from swensons, got lots and lots of chips, bought burgers and fries and whatever nots.
thanks to fiza for the heads-up cause she told me to get food there would be an utter rip-off.
but of course the two boys finished up half of the food in the car even before reaching the stadium.
It was packed. unbelievable. =)
and the atmosphere was breathtaking.
The usual suspects:
and she came late.
very late. =P
for those who couldnt be there.
i got videos of the penalty shot and the last of the kallang wave. =)
thank me? =P
well, now that’s aside.
i have alot of things to say.
Firstly, i dont understand girls who get pissed off, or get upset or whatever pms-y mood they get when their other halves are out with friends.
what is your bloody problem?
it is even more pathetic when boys allow themselves to be treated that way.
For once, have some balls to stand up and be a man.
I find it rather offensive that it had to happen and i must say i am utterly disgruntled.
girls, believe me, it makes you look like you have absolutely no back bone.
For once, let your other halves be wherever they want to be.
They are not indebted to you and you cannot have them be leashed to you forever.
LET YOU BOY BREATHE.
and for the record, believe me when i say i get extremely ticked off when im asked to do something, especially if it concerns this blog.
Secondly,
previously, i get rather upset when ppl comment on my weight, you know primary school or secondary school. I admit i was never the slender girl.
These days? i think it takes more than saying im fat to crack me.
it is such a ridiculous attack at it’s best.
you know it’s like saying im an idiot, and then i fight back and say you’re a moron, and then you say im fat, i say you’re a pig. A retarded argument at it’s best.
Commenting on someone’s physical attributes is the worst kind of attacks ever cause it just does not make any sense. [thanks to a certain someone who talked to me on msn and got me thinking. =)]
Thirdly, i think Mark is cute. [connie if you're reading this, shut up. =P]
Fourthly, readers? do not EVER retort to idiots. Because by doing that, you’re making yourself a bigger idiot. attacks below the belt show extremely low intelligence level. don’t stoop to their level.
Fifthly, i hard a hard time concentrating during law paper just now. In fact, i think sha had a hard time concentrating as well. maaaaannn… i swear they should make it illegal for people as such to conduct an examination. It distracts girls like me. i wasted 10 minutes trying to figure out the scent. heh. Davidoff Cool Water. and i still cannot figure out what that tinkling sound he makes everytime he walks past us. hmmm…
Sixthly, i met an old friend 3 days ago and we had a talk as he walked me to my apartment.
Whenever i have a conversation with him, i always start thinking. He has this way that makes me stop dead in my track and ponder over his thoughts. He’s dating this girl now, who had an abusive ex boyfriend. and he told me he pitied the girl. so he’s hanging out with her. and i asked him whether he’s just doing tt because he symphatises with her or is it because he really likes her. and there was a pause. a pause people, is sometimes very dangerous. But if you’re reading this, cause i know you’re sometimes hiding secretly behind your computer screen reading, i hope you well. =)
Seventhly, was talking to Sam the other day and he told me, one day, he got up and threw away all his ex’s stuff. Three and a half years relationship in black trash bags. Those included piles and piles of photographs, things she got him, things he got her, things they shared together. i said, “… but i think alot of people do tt is to retain the memories” his answer? ” the memory bank is here, *points to his head* i dont need things lying around. im with Connie now, this is my way of moving forward.” words from a 27yr old. i am stunned. i got home? and i deleted one folder of pictures. without stopping to think. I think what he said makes alot of sense.
Eightly, im tired and thanks to melissa who called me 8 times at 1240 in the morning to wake me up so i could study law. I swear, in the future the both of us should be roommates. heh.
thanks saaayyyyaannnggg… =P
and like how mel always ends her blog entry,
ok, bye.
