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2007-03-09T02:58:00.000+08:00

moved here. re-link me please.

2007-03-07T00:06:00.000+08:00

I'm moving to livejournal.

2007-03-01T01:27:00.000+08:00

cute chef gave me a burger. :D

2007-02-28T00:20:00.000+08:00

well, this is kinda random... but one of the chefs is really cute. ;)

Geeky Stuff.

2007-02-27T02:10:00.000+08:00

I absolutely, love geek humour. Nothing amuses me more. Hence, I'm gonna share one of my favourite geek websites, The Science TeeCher. They sell witty math/science t-shirts.

Here are some that are quite interesting...

1) Black Hole T-Shirt
2) Cross Product T-Shirt
3) Fibonacci T-Shirt
4) Have Your Pi T-Shirt
5) Fractions and Percentages T-Shirt
6) Physics Formula T-Shirt (upside down for easy usage!)

And my favourite, Mobius Strip earrings/pins/rings!

I have this attraction towards Mobius Strips that's fueled by intrigued since young. Remember when we were young there was this PETS worksheet in primary school? One of the extra exercises was to get a strip of paper, twist it once and glue the ends together. Then cut it down the middle...

Instead of getting two seperate loops, you get one long loop instead. I was so intrigued that I showed all the adults and kept asking why, but I don't remember anyone giving me an answer. Then I experimented cutting it differently, for example cutting the big loop down the middle, or cutting the original strip 1/3 through. It was only when I got older till I got a slightly clearer idea of what this was all about. I still am interested in Topology, and is one of the reasons why Math in university is not out of the question.

Anyway, if anyone come across such earrings/rings while shopping, please get it for me! Thanks!

The Most Amusing Thing Ever.

2007-02-25T03:11:00.000+08:00

There were these Indian guests that made a reservation under the name of Kumar. They came and sat at table 402 (which was a sofa) for drinks. Oh my god, the first thing that came to my mind:

The Kumars at No. 42

Those who have watched it will know the signature couch where Sanjeev's dad, mum and granny will sit on every episode.

My mind kept drawing parallels and I couldn't stop giggling to myself the whole time the Kumars were there at No. 402.

The Most Hilarious Thing Ever.

2007-02-25T02:23:00.000+08:00

I brought this guy to his table where his parents were already there waiting. When we reached the table, I smiled to his parents. They immediately stood up, introduced themselves, the mum said Hi, I'm Liane and stuck out her hand for me to shake. I was like, what the?! never mind, just act calm and play along. So I just shook her hand and greeted her. We were all smiles until the guy exclaimed, Oh no no, she's not my girlfriend! She wanted me to tell you guys she couldn't make it today!

Oh. My. God. Somebody. Save. Me. From. This. Embarassing. Situation. I turned beet red, and my ears got hot. His parents laughed, apologised and I just was like sheeeeeeeetHAHAHAHAitsokayi'msosorryboutthatreallyi'mfine! and scurried off.

Dream Jobs: #3 Blind Busker

2007-02-24T01:00:00.000+08:00

PROS:

Would be interesting to put on a pretty dress, bring along a sound system, sit at a random train station, place a white stick beside me, a bowl infront, close my eyes and start singing. I wonder if anyone will donate any money, if anyone will come tell me to stop singing (haha!). It wouldn't be considered as cheating because I didn't say i was blind or anything, I'm just singing with my eyes closed!

CONS:

Lots of lyrics to memorise. Worse still, what if someone recognises me!? YI LIN WHAT ARE YOU DOING SITTING HERE ACTING BLIND AND SINGING?!

Estimated Attention Span: 1 day
Not much of a job, but more of things-to-do-before-i-die.

Dream Jobs: #2 Bollywood Star

2007-02-24T00:40:00.000+08:00

PROS:

Absolutely nothing could be more glamorous than being in a Bollywood movie. It's about the huge sets, the synchronization of the massive amount of background dancers that they use, the vibrant costumes and catchy music. Even being a background dancer in one of their productions would be amazing.

CONS:

Er. I don't speak Hindi? I don't think they'll cast a Chinese girl as a lead actress?

Estimated Attention Span: Nil
Nobody gets sick being a star.

Because it is tradition.

2007-02-21T15:03:00.000+08:00

Yesterday Dad, Mum and I went to the temple at Sims Avenue to Sip Tai Sui, which I don't really have a clear idea what that means but basically to ask for blessings from this deity, Tai Sui for the whole of the coming year. The idea has been ludicrous to me but I still go because my parents make me. I've always hated going to temples for various reasons. 1) We have to wake up early or it'll be crowded and we'll have to wait long. 2) It's smoky, my eyes water, and i'm practically squinting the entire time. 3) I've never understood why people put themselves at risk of falling ashes from the coils of joss sticks hanging from the ceiling. 4) Burning scented sawdust in the form of thin rods as offerings to statues never did make sense to me.

On the way there in the car I asked my dad, Daddy, why do we have to go to the temple? I was preparing myself for a but-science-doesn't-prove-this-exists debate. Because it's tradition. Oh. And that was when I really realised that I was never obliged to search for a spiritual meaning in this annual ritual; my parents never did try to make me believe that this whole temple thing made sense. If they did, he would have replied Because we have to ask for blessings from Tai Sui. or something of that sort. Saying that they're doing it out of tradition is like them knowing it doesn't really make sense, yet doing it as a form of respect for my late paternal grandmother who used to frequent this Sims Avenve temple many times a year. Almost like trying to preserve every last memory of her by doing what she did and believed in when she was alive.

And because of that, I went to the temple this year with a fresh state of mind and realised it wasn't that bad after all. It still doesn't make sense, but it's like admiring a form of cultural art. I started to appreciate how beautiful everything was. It never occurred to me how serene the temple was in the early morning. From the gold statues, to the green tiled roof, gold lotus candle holders, the huge elegant tree growing in the courtyard that provided shelter for the entire temple and the yellow paper with red chinese words that the old man would write our names on.

I've never realised how rooted it felt to be doing what I've been brought up doing, doing what my dad had been brought up doing, and doing what my grandmother religiously did and believed in - which, in short spells tradition.

Yay!

2007-02-20T00:31:00.000+08:00

Chinese New Year is turning out to be somewhat of a stone fest. I don't have any idea what to say to my paternal cousins! Except my favourite cousin of course (the one that worked in the choc shop with me during christmas). We're the only two cousins that actually talk and are comfortable with talking to each other. Ever since we were young we always had loads of silly mindless giggly fun together. We still do. She's in poly and is having a major exam now. We actually decided a month ago that we wanted to go for kickboxing after her exams ended. But being the more musically-inclined and always-comes-up-with-ridiculous-ideas-but-I-mean-it cousin, she actually wanted to take up hip hop dancing instead. And I'm like, what the?! Hip hop?! I'm not paying money just to spend an hour of my week prancing around with mats! And the thought of me in baggy clothes and gold chains, doing the yo yo thing... Damn it, even my toes are laughing! But she's the nicer cousin too, and always ends up giving in to me. Like when we were young both of us would want to be Pink Ranger, but at the end of the day, after a whole lot of arguing, she would have to be content with being Yellow Ranger. Aww. Shucks, I just realised how bad that made me sound. Anyway, today we reached a consensus while surfing the net at her place. Hee! We're gonna take up Bollywood Dancing! She's just excited bout the dance aspect. And obviously i'm exhilarated that i'm one step closer to being a Bollywood Star. Hee!

Dream Jobs: #1 Emergency Room Doctor

2007-02-17T22:50:00.000+08:00

PROS:

Would be so interesting if seeing gruesome stuff is the norm. Example, someone with a knife sticking out of his eye. Or maybe with the skin of his whole hand torn off from his watch getting caught in some machinery. Or someone totally charred from a fire. Or with severe lacerations from getting dragged on the road from the back of a vehicle. Yea, you get the idea.

I do think it would be great to save lives on a daily basis; and just to let someone feel like they've been given a second chance in life.

CONS:

To constantly try and save everyone in the fastest time possible is adrenaline overload! Which I wouldn't mind. But emergency doctors are constantly on call. I really wouldn't mind if I get called up in the middle of the night at 2, but if it's 6 or 7 in the morning, I'd just fall asleep into the exposed organs of the patients.

Worse still, its a hell lot of responsibility to have someone else's life in your hands. A lot of hopes (from the patient's families and friends) to live up to in a short amount of time, and doing your best isn't always enough.

Estimated Attention Span: 15 days
Damn stressful job. Waking up in the mornings is not possible. But would love to save lives.

Dream Jobs: Introduction

2007-02-17T00:26:00.000+08:00

You know, I get bored of things pretty easily. I've always wondered how am I going to spend an entire life in a job doing the same thing over and over again. So i thought, wouldn't it be great if every week or two i could change a job? Yea, so I'm gonna start a list of jobs that I would love to do just for the fun of it (and would die if i have to spend a whole life in it).

2007-02-15T01:05:00.000+08:00

yea i figured that blogging bout work was getting dull. so i shall replace today's what-happened-today with a picture of ALESSANDRA AMBROSIO!

way hot.

2007-02-14T00:05:00.000+08:00

there's this ongoing champagne competition between all the girls (5 of us) working in the restaurant. it's to see who can sell the most champagne. if you sell a glass of champagne or champagne cocktail, you get 1 point. and if you sell a bottle of ordinary champagne you get 6 points, if you sell a bottle of rosé(pink) champagne you get 7 points (because it is more expensive). because we wait on the people at the lounge and bring people to their table, we have many opportunites to sell. usually by asking whether would they like to start with a glass/bottle. i'm currently in 3rd place.

ahaha. and tmr is valentine's day! so head hostess tells us to sell sell SELL!! according to her, any guy that doesn't buy a girl a bottle of champagne on valentine's day deserves to be chucked!! which i thought was pretty hilarious because that's like what, three quarters of the men in singapore?!

2007-02-11T19:36:00.000+08:00

working in the morning wasn't as bad as i thought it would be. if not for today, i think i would have forgotten what a morning was. sunday brunch smells amazingly like a blend of sausages, coffee, waffles and sunshine. the mood is a lot more casual and family orientated. whilst in the night its more like a place where people fall in love. the place seems so different because it is lit up, almost botantic garden-esque. sometimes kids are running around the place and one girl was even sprawled on the grass patch. very adorable. makes me wanna go run and lie down beside her too.

2007-02-11T03:46:00.000+08:00

supposed to work tmr morning at 9 for sunday brunch. but i can't get to sleep. this whole morning thing is turning my biological clock upside down and inside out.

i'm eating so much leftovers that i think my standards for leftovers are raised. i'm not that interested in grilled bread or chips anymore. unless the chips comes with the dip. i'm just really hoping for leftover mixed wild mushroom fettucine. i ate some the other day and it was SO good. the garlic, white wine, truffle cream sauce is to die for. but the thing bout it is no one ever orders that because it's last on the main course page and it sounds boring.

anyway i found out that one of my nepalese colleague is taking his masters here in singapore. i was like, wow. okayy and i thought nepal only had mountains.

have i ever mentioned that the restaurant has an outdoors area just near the entrance that people can sit for drinks? well there is. over there they have this huge white wall that classic black and white movies will be projected on (minus the sound) and sofas and day beds that people can lounge on. the movies they screen star classic movie stars like cary grant, audrey hepburn, marilyn monroe, katherine hepburn, tracy spencer, etc... so i've been watching quite a few good ones these few days, for example roman holiday and pat and mike. today roman holiday, starring audrey hepburn, was showing. its about a princess that escapes her stiff regal life and met this man, a reporter, has fun and fall in love in rome doing common daily activities like eating ice cream on the streets and having a short impish haircut. i had to work and only saw bits here and there. they parted ways in the end because she knew she had a role to play as a princess. they continued on with their lives but they'll always have rome. it's pretty tragic for such an old film.

i'm getting sleepy. good night

chapter 654785.

2007-02-10T02:55:00.000+08:00

sigh. chapter 654785 of my minor-major-crush-on-head-bartender saga. just when i thought i'm never seeing him ever again, he came back today to hand his uniform back. i mean i was standing at the hostess table and i turned to see this very familar car. then we were busy with the reservations. then i turned and he was standing right before me, wearing jeans and a worn out shirt that his broad shoulders filled out perfectly. my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets but i blinked hard to keep them in. a hey. was all i could manage. just when it was getting difficult to picture his face, there he was grinning from ear to ear. good lord, i nearly passed out.

he tied up all the loose ends at the bar and everything. as he was leaving, he hugged the gm and said good bye. (the gm and i were at the hostess table) then he put one hand on my shoulder, looked into my eyes and with his toothy grin, he told me, you take care too k. well, i just replied with whatever gibberish my brain could transmit to my mouth and vocal cord to utter.

he sat in his car for a while. i took a step backwards to peek at him through the gap of the staircase. just at that moment, he turned to look at me too. we exchanged split second glances. i quickly took a step forward. i heard him say something loudly and i took a step backwards again, probably hoping he was saying something to me. he was just talking really loudly on his mobile phone. we exchanged split second glances again. i quickly took a step forward. then some guests came and i took them to their table.

when i came back, he was gone.

so i spent the rest of my night listening to sad jazzy ballads, and feeling sorry for myself. what's worst is the bar has this particular song that is really catchy. when i was training in the bar with him that night, that song was playing. and that song captured a lot of images and emotions from my short stint in the bar. everytime i hear it i keep thinking of his toothy grin and broad shoulders. that song reminds me that he's gone.

i heard from another bartender that he is going to take a break now and that he has received quite a few job offers. one of them is to go to hong kong. she said that he is most likely going there. and if everything is settled he'll leave mid march.

i'm just really heart-broken in realising once again that this time i'm never ever ever going to see him ever ever again. for real.

2007-02-09T00:25:00.000+08:00

surprise surprise. he wasn't at work today. checked his schedule, his name was struck off. i asked around about what happened. it turns out that he is not everyone's favourite guy because of how temperamental he is. i heard stories of him calling a waitress "stupid girl", scolding new staff in front of everyone and him being really disrespectful, proud and bossy. yea so its for real. he's never coming back.

oh wait, did you hear that sound? never mind, its just the sound of my poor heart breaking.

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

urgh. i'm in denial. i still feel like i'm going to go to work and the head bartender will still be there. i mean it all seems too sudden. i even checked his schedule last week for the whole of this week to see which days it intersects with mine and his working hours are 4 to closing. weird right. i'm betting that i'm gonna see him at work today. and me acting all dellusional really makes a good (and hilarious) storyline ya.

2007-02-08T03:09:00.000+08:00

oh oh. i had my 2nd driving lesson and we went out on the main road. ahaha! a bit nerve wrecking at first, but its really fun. my instructor was this uncle. and everytime we turned sharp corners he keeps telling me slow down slow down! step the brake step the brake, step moorrrreee... and i think he got quite fed up bout telling me to reduce speed. so he stepped on the brake that was on his side to show me the speed that is right. the car was inching its way around the bend. i thought it would never complete the turn. i told him in a dead pan voice, no one ever goes this slow. don't you feel that when the car goes slow you can have better control of the steering wheel? er yaa, but i've never seen anyone turn corners that slow before. then he made me stop the car to give me this long lecture about safety. leee-sen to me.. when you having your test, the tester is going to test you on how safe a driver you are. not how fast you can turn corners. and initially i wanted to suggest to him that the driving centre should have advanced lessons where people learn drifting. oh well, guess not.

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

horror of horrors. tragedy of tragedies! head bartender resigned. resignED. turns out the last time i saw him is the last time i'm ever going to see him. and he didn't even tell me. :( oh well. so much for accepting his bad habits. ok, next!

2007-02-05T18:16:00.000+08:00

went for my very first practical driving lesson today and it was the most fun. my instructor is young, chinese speaking, very tolerant and pretty patient guy. i was in a very off mood. i think i watched too much Daria. so the very random coversations that happened between the both of us:

i was so excited to drive and he wanted to show me how to change the tire.
Instructor: now i will show you how to change the tire.
Me: huh no need la, next time i'll just get someone to do it for me.

i was so excited to drive and he wanted to show me how to open the fuel door thing.
I: ok this one you open. unscrew it.
M: huh can don't unscrew? very smelly, later i puke. next time i'll just get the petrol guy to do it.
I: at night no one at the petrol kiosk how? who is going to pump fuel for you?
M: don't worry i'll complain and then someone will have to do it for me.

the first thing i had to learn was braking. so i had to drive forward, brake. reverse, brake. forward, brake. reverse, brake. continuously.
M: omg are we gonna do this for the whole lesson?
I: of course not. very easy right? like bumper cars. you got play before?
M: er no. that's from your era. this is like an arcade game gone really wrong.

M: is my braking too sudden?
I: no it's ok. better than some people who brake like that. (breaks really really hard a few times. car jerks hard)
M: ok please stop. im gonna puke.

we were driving around the circuit...
M: eh why this person turn also cannot turn properly. he came into my lane eh.
I: you just now also turn into their lane what. now you know how to be scared. just now people see you also scared.

I: eh you know i be driving instructor my life is in your hands. you must drive carefully if not later got accident don't know whether hit your side or my side.
M: don't worry. i'll make sure its your side.

I: later i'll explain to you what is a surcharge.
M: is it tips?
I: tips? no la.
M: is it i pay more then i can get more handsome driving instructors?
I: you think prostitute ah.

2007-02-03T23:51:00.000+08:00

next week i'm only working on thursday, friday and saturday. awww. means i'm not gonna have the chance to see the head bartender for the next 4 days! we interacted quite a bit today coz some guests go up to the bar for a drink before dinner. so he needs to know their table number so that he can send them to their table after they're done with drinks. and of course only the hostess knows that information. so he will call out from the balcony to the hostess table which is directly one storey below. the first time it went like... he said, yilin. omg who's calling me. i looked to the right at the lounge area. yilin. maybe its the gm. i looked to the left at the cashier. yilin. maybe its a customer. i turned back to at the restaurant. YILIN. up here laa. oh. looks up and sees him. smile my sweetest smile.

i'm kinda tongue tied and not myself when i'm around him. yeeeaa. but he smokes. euk. kinda disappointing. oh well. i shall overlook that and still portray him as the cute head bartender because if i label him unattractive so soon, the novelty of my job will decrease drastically and i'll get bored faster. so its like i choose to have him as a form of excitement for personal entertainment. oh and i try to drink more water so that i can use the toilet (which is upstairs) more. ahaha.

2007-02-03T00:44:00.000+08:00

hostess is getting fun. figuring out tables and reservations is like a math logic puzzle or sth. ahaha. and you also have to be really alert and good at multi-tasking. of course nothing makes the job more exciting than taking every chance i get to pop by the bar, steal peaks and make small talk with the head bartender. hee! but i don't think he's that crazy over me. he gives me that, you're-cute-in-a-kiddy-little-sisterly-way-but-not-my-type look. and in return i'm always throwing him the well-the-terms-pedophilia-and-incest-were-not-created-for-nothing look. ;)

2007-02-02T00:51:00.000+08:00

ahahaha! botak starts work today as a chinese new year titbits seller in taka under the brand Lavendar. apparently he's has to wear

1) dark purple pants of a velvet-like material
2) a purple apron
3) a white, purple, and green striped pouch
4) light purple tight fitting polo tee
5) matching dark purple beret of a velvet-like material

he will be working there till the 16th of this month from 10am to 10pm. please do drop by and let him know that i send my condolences. take a pic with him and send to me or sth. he'd be easy to spot. just look around for the purple botak guy.

up to the bar!

2007-01-31T23:03:00.000+08:00

head hostess was done with me doing hostessing. so she sent me up to the bar to train. omg and today is the day that the head bartender comes back. i think he was nursing four wisdom teeth that were extracted. many of the cocktails are his creations. head bartender? sounds old ya. but turns out he looks like he's around 23 or 24 only. mixed blood. (chinese and malay. most of the people there are either mixed blood or not local.) he doesn't look THAT good. i'd give him a 7/10 based on looks. but when he started training me and everything, oh lord. i melted into a puddle of mush. i'm such a sucker for eloquent, charming and humourous guys. and he has such large twinkling eyes that you get drunk(pun intended) by looking into them for too long. when he trains me, he likes to ask questions. and of course i try to answer them to the best of my (very limited) abilities, regardless of how stupid i make myself seem. example,

HEAD BARTENDER: can you tell me our housepour for vodka?
ME: (shit. closes my eyes and says first thing that comes to my mind) absolut?
HB: WRONG. look around.. it's VERY obvious...
ME: (looks directly infront and sees a HUGEASS glass panel the size of a wall that says BELVEDERE VODKA. mentally slaps myself on the forehead) oh. bel.. belder.. belvedere?

eeeeaaargh! and the uniform looks really look on him coz he has really broad and muscular shoulders so it fills out well. and contrastingly, my uniform hangs on me like how it hang on a clothes hanger, i look like i'm in pyjamas or like i'm going to do yoga. how am i going to seduce him like that?! shoot.

2007-01-30T22:32:00.000+08:00

yeeeaaa. today the restaurant was really quiet so almost half of the staff got let off early. nothing much happened today. but great thing was that head hostess is starting to warm up after i answered her champange/white wine/red wine by glass question correctly. :D halfway through work she tells me she's craving for chee cheong fun -_- ahaha. we chatted a little about blood diamond, studies, fashion, food, etc... i'm just glad she's not taking every opportunity to bite off my head.

fun day.

2007-01-28T03:04:00.000+08:00

today was fun fun fun. head hostess wasn't there, at least i can breathe tonight. and i was everywhere. waiting on tables, clearing tables, washing dishes, eating, chatting with collegues.. ahaha. because i was bored standing out front, i went to the back to wash dishes, and i was so relaxed that i can take like one minute to stare at 2 wine glasses trying to figure out with one is for red wine and which is for white. and most of the guys there are from nepal. so i chatted with them about hindi movies. discussed our favourite hindi actors and actresses. dissed aishwayra rai a little and broke someone's heart. everyone cringed when i said saif ali khan is my favourite actor. he's quite cute what...

and the back is where they always get left over food. can you imagine eating someone else's left over food? i mean i did it once with a couple of fries in burger king, but i mean today was making an entire meal out of it. i had grilled bread with various dip, huge slab of lamb chop, cheese with crackers, cheese with grilled bread, chocolate desserts, coffee, some strawberry drink, a sip of white wine, spring rolls, fries, popcorn chicken (not the kfc one), coffee and a teaspoon of mango martini the bartender offered. i'm stuffed. because i'm always exhilarated when i go to the back and find someone eating, i always tell them to tell me when there's something to eat. so now the guys would bring food to the back and offer me some. or if i'm out front they'd ask me to go to the back coz there's sth to eat. ahahaha. they assured me the stuff have not been touched. most of it is just left on the side or extras. maybe one or two are wrong orders. oh and the lamb chops are really good. i feel like a poor, pathetic street rat in a back alley stuffing my face with food that i can't even see coz its so dark, but i mean the food's good, and i'm feeling peckish, so why not? i tried practically half the menu tonight.

oh and fiona xie was there today.

got to know a lot of my colleages better and some of them are really really nice about things. like they'd teach you what to do before you do it. for example i was suppose to give this man a cup of coffee. my favourite collegue told me the coffee cup handle has to be parallel with the spoon handle and it has to be placed on the right side of the table. and he tells in me in a really patient way. not like some of them where they don't tell you anything till after you give the coffee then they'll say where you went wrong in a "didn't you know that?!" way and make you feel it's the dumbest mistake ever. i mean how would i know. the teh peng man in the coffee shop doesn't make sure the straw is parallel to the handle or anything. it just sticks out in some random direction. my favourite collegue also told me stuff like how to read body language, blah blah, he did clear quite a few doubts i had. things that i've never realised that a waiter or waitress has to take note of. i mean i just took them for granted when they did it. my favourite collegue is such a darling. he even got me over the fear of approaching a table. i know it sounds ridiculous to be afraid of approaching a table. but i just feel kinda awkward interupting someone's conversation. anyway i got over it. yea and maybe i got a soft spot for him because the first day i came he was really stern, but after last night after i made an effort to smile and said bye to him, he got really helpful today.

random fact: there are more foreigners than locals working there.

anyway other stuff i figured out today by interacting with the waiters are that in the restaurant, lime in the water glass means the person is drinking sparkling water and lemon means still. wine glasses for red wine are deeper and rounder than white wine ones. learnt a bit about how to decipher wine names... oh oh and today i asked my first champange question. i led this couple to their table and gave them the menu. before they even started looking...

MAN: can we have two glasses of champange to start with?
ME: eh.. (softly) m..moet or veuve?
MAN: sorry?
ME: would you like moet(pronounced moo-eh) or vevue(verve)?
MAN: oh, vevue please.
ME: ok, no problem. (grins to myself)

omg please, to me moet is to vevue as sucrose is to glucose. i mean, what's the difference?! well, we all learn.

2007-01-27T01:22:00.000+08:00

ahaha. and adrian pang was there with his wife today :)

cheese platter.

2007-01-27T00:32:00.000+08:00

there were 4 types of cheese on the cheese platter. blue stilton, australian cheddar, swiss gruyere, and the last one is a soft italian cheese that i didn't get the name of. the platter was placed in the middle of the staff gathering. everyone just pinched off a bit. i was struggling that hard to grab a piece before its all finished that i dont think i can differentiate them. ahaha. but i'll try. here goes.

the cheddar tasted friendly. there's nothing to hate. its a pretty common type of cheese that's why.

the gruyere was like cheddar but with more character.

the blue cheese was blue. ahaa! no la. i've had blue cheese somewhere else before and it really stank. this one tasted friendlier than i thought it would. maybe it's because i didn't take the blue part. head hostess says we'll appreciate the blue cheese more if we ate it in a cold country and when we're older and know how to drink wine.

the soft italian cheese was soft. it would melt on the plate if left for long. and it tasted like old socks. i guess people would have to eat with wine or something then it'd be yummy.

2007-01-27T00:12:00.000+08:00

today was not that good. i got reprimanded for head hostess for my english, for pouring water the wrong way, for not being aware of which tables are available, for being unsure, etc... which feels like everything. it feels like i'm in primary school all over again. but we all learn. it's like taking apart whatever i have and re-learning how to treat people, re-learning my english, re-learning my manners. she's not going to be around for the weekend. so i'm gonna have to get everything right by next tuesday.

second day

2007-01-26T00:15:00.000+08:00

today started off with head hostess eating digestives with parmesan.

HEAD HOSTESS: (gestures to me) come here.
ME: (goes over)
HH: try this. usually people eat cheese with crackers. but since i'm pregnant i eat it with digestives. you've heard of parmesan before right?
ME: (nods head, takes few slices of cheese and places it on the cracker and eats it)
HH: describe how it tastes.
ME: (like cheese?) hmm. it is.. sharp. (thinks of another word but nothing comes to mind)
HH: go on. i'm very interested in listening.
ME: (is she using sarcasm?!) that's the only think i can think of. sharp.
HH: tell me about the texture.
ME: errrrrrrm...

anyway we(me and the 2 other normal hostesses, one new and the other full time) will get to try the cheese platter tomorrow. heh. will read up a bit, if not lau kui. today was much better than yesterday. i think head hostess is hot even when she's pregnant. i think she has closets full of little black dresses that she wears every night to work. full time hostess would do better with a stylist. i'm starting to get the hang of picking up calls and making reservations, and memorising the table numbers, and calling cabs, and smiling, and standing straight.

another interesting thing was with this pissy grumpy lady that came in. she was pissed with all the hostesses(including head hostess) because of some lame reason. and over there at that restaurant the staff do take the customers really seriously, unless of course the customer is being unreasonable, for example pissy grumpy lady. i think head hostess bitched about her in front of us for half an hour before forgetting about it. was really nice to have the gm not totally buttering pissy grumpy lady up, but standing up for how he runs the place.

i have to keep psyching myself up by repeatedly thinking to myself, i am so excited to pick up the phone. if not i'll be naturally gan cheong and my nerves will get the better of me when the phone rings.

tomorrow will be a great day :D (psyching myself again)

p.s. HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY SHOUZHEN!

first day.

2007-01-25T00:05:00.000+08:00

everything i say about work will either be factual or positive.

remember the lady that interviewed me yesterday? she's like the head hostess. and she's training me. and i spend like 95% of my time standing next to her. and it's super stressful. she's super direct with her words. and she's not afraid to give you her death stare or not afraid to tell you what you have to change about yourself. stand straight, don't cross your arms, put your arms behind your back, and don't put your hands in your pocket. people don't pay thirty dollars for a main course just to see you put your hands in your pocket. she's very particular about us speaking good english. when getting someone to wait, its one moment please. not wait ah, not hold on ah, not wait a while, not hold on a second, not wait a moment, not anything else. just that one sentence. and its let me confirm with you, not, let me check with you. no uh-huhs. and since she said, its ok not to know, but its not okay not to ask. because of that, i've been bombarding her with loads of questions.

halfway into the day, she kept giving me the phone to answer calls, which has a very standard procedure. and everytime either halfway through, i have to get the customer to hold on (which i will always forget to say one moment please, resulting in her giving me her death stare), pass the phone to her or i'll manage to get to the end, put down the phone, and she'll ask, ok so what did you think you did wrong. but it got better later in the day, its either she got less harsh or my skin grew thicker. (and there were no calls)

when i could go home, it was 11pm. ahaa. and my lower back was aching! walked to the mrt with a service crew (waiter) and he's nice. very friendly malay guy that made me feel better about my first day.

dinner provided was good. the curry is delicious. with chicken and halved baby potatoes with their skins on.

i have a copy of their menu to study a little. a bit stressed but its okay. i think/hope i'll get used to it. yeeeea :)

2007-01-24T03:03:00.000+08:00

official joke of yesterday was when i was wondering what to wear to graze.

ME: what do you think i should wear there ah? t-shirt or tank top?
BOTAK: (matter-of-factly) of course t-shirt la! people ask you go there to serve food, not to go there and sprinkle your armpit hair on their food leh!

meeting THE people.

2007-01-23T21:18:00.000+08:00

today was an interesting day. i went to G to meet up with the general manager. very cozy place. i only stayed around the al fresco area so i'm not sure how the rest of the place looks. while waiting for the gm, i had to sit around. popular jazz classics were playing, like let there be love, mona lisa, dream a little dream of me. the atmosphere seems very casual, but it is a subtly polished type of casual.

i then met the gm which looks like he's in his late thirties or early forties. very charismatic, talks with a slight accent. he talked to me a little.. but was busy with his own stuff like directing the camera crew around, and discussing the menu. he's a funny guy, and he can get pretty animated when he talks.

after the gm was done talking to me, he asked this another lady (early to mid thirties) to talk to me. he even told her what he thinks of me in front of me. a bit weird coz i'm there.

she told me that the head chef is her husband. she talks with a strong accent, i think its british. and she really looks like miss tay (my sec 3 & 4 form teacher). she's the classy, super no nonsense type, freaking intimidating. i think i almost pissed in my pants. she pronounces hostess, host-test, test as in testimony or testicles. it takes me an average of 2 seconds to register what she says. and she's the type that can talk through an entire sentence with one eyebrow raised. there was this thing we went through. ahaa. she stood up and said, (imagine the accent yourself)

LADY: pretend i'm a customer, ok i want to sit there. take me there.
ME: is the table reserved?
L: no its not. take me there.
M: is this a trick question?!
L: no. take me there.
M: er okay. follow me. (leads her to the table, places napkin on her lap and overturns cup)

ahaha. she subsequently told me that if the customer is a lady, especially stuck-up ones, or ang-mohs, i should ask if they would like a glass of champange. but that's besides the point. ahaa.

and she asked me questions like, so what do i think is the best quality about myself. that i learn fast. and what do i think is the worst quality about myself. that i tend to over-judge myself. do i have other jobs (interview) to go to? no. why? coz i'm really picky about looking for a job. i don't want to spend my whole holiday sitting behind a computer. i want to get a job where i can learn things and meet people. that started her talking bout how i'd be able to learn lots of stuff working here, and how she has learnt many things pertaining to food, entertaining and dining. that it's good for someone to learn more bout such stuff for when i grow up and my boyfriend rollseyesandcoughs takes me to such a place, or when i'm out on a corporate dinner, i know what is going on. i don't want to be served house wine or anything. (i'm just like, nodding my head) and she said, nobody wants to eat hawker food all their life right? (kinda harsh) everyone aims high and besides, everyone wants to go out for a nice meal at least once in a while. anyway, she said a lot more things. her accent reminds me of the one that i put on when i'm in drag queen mode. so sometimes i laugh at what she says coz i can imagine myself saying the exactly same thing. awll thaht long naails thang, don't give me thaht.

i'm starting work as a host-test tomorrow, 5pm. bring along photocopy of IC. wear black.

silly day.

2007-01-22T20:33:00.000+08:00

hah! today i went for a walk-in interview which went pretty well. the place that i'm supposed to work at is jia. this new-concept bar beside the national museum which opens in march. the interviewer showed me the design for the place, and its damn nice. the decor is very modern, yet with ethnic influences. i assumed jia means house in chinese. i mean, jia2(pick up something with chopsticks)? jia3(fake)? jia4(marry)?! i think jia1 is most likely la huh. ahaa

and because i have zero experience in the f&b industry, tomorrow i'm gonna have to meet the general manager and if he doesn't hate me, the training will start on the spot. i'll be at this restaurant of theirs, G, which is in this bungalow in rochester park. the pay is $6.50-$7.50 an hour, which is not bad. not sure if i get paid tmr.. but that doesn't really matter. she said most likely i'll work in jia when it opens.

anyway the silliest thing ever happened today. today i wore heels. i was rushing a little so i instinctively took a shortcut by walking across the grass instead. i didn't realise that actually there was some like of concrete slabs with holes on top of the grass. like those you find in carparks except that the holes here are bigger. of course i saw it, but i just wasn't thinking. it really didn't stuck me that i'd have to tiptoe/walk carefully to get through that... until one of my foot was literally above the concrete slab, and i was already putting my weight on that foot. at that split second i looked down and said to myself, shit.

too late. the next thing i knew, my heel went into one of the hole. i let out a feeble, aaaahhhh! and found myself butt-first on the ground. luckily no one saw! but what would i give to be a passerby and watch myself fall la. ahaha. i would have died laughing. i tried to picture myself (slow-mo) aaaaahhhh! and do a falling-sit on a ground. ahaha. the thought of myself looking so idiotic kept me stifling my giggles all the way to the interview.

that's not all! the 2nd silliest thing was when i was waiting for my turn to get interviewed. the place was more crowded than they expected, hence we were all put up in this waiting area to wait for our turn. i developed hiccups. so i was amusing myself with the idea that i'd hic! be doing hic! the interview in hic! this hic! manner. i tried drinking water, holding my breath. no use. then the person called my name, i got a shock, and while following her to the interviewing room, i realised my hiccups were cured. ahahaha.

sigh, i crack myself up sometimes :D

B.E.L.A.P.E. #1 - ladies

2007-01-21T19:45:00.000+08:00

Because Everyone Loves A Photo Entry, i'm gonna post photos from my computer that i saved from all over the internet. today's theme is ladies.

twiggy

random model

shandi from america's next top model cycle 2

nigella lawson

random model

indian girl

gong li

bye bye k700i.

2007-01-20T12:07:00.000+08:00

after being with my ~~trusty~~ k700i for such a long time, i'm kinda sick of looking at it. like a boyfriend you should have broken up with long ago but haven't done so yet. it's keypad and joystick is a bit retarded. and it has a VGA camera, which stands for Very Good, my Ass. i'm still able to make phone calls and sms with it, though smsing is kinda irritating sometimes. but i've been looking to have a change for quite some time. i still love it since it's been with me for such a long time... but besides that, NEXT PLEASE!

other phones that i've been drooling at are:

Nokia 7370.

i know it's been out for the longest time ever. but it's classic. and i really like how it looks. a pity the camera is not as good as the one below.

Samsung D830.

i really like how oriental it looks. but it's not out in singapore, yet(i hope). really pretty also. the black version is available though.

2007-01-20T00:12:00.000+08:00

as you can see, there is a horizontal asymtote, F=0

you ask for exciting, you get exciting.

2007-01-19T23:44:00.000+08:00

i received an extremely interesting job offer from my ex-tuition teacher. his uncle needs a full time babysitter + tutor for his 2 daughters and the interesting part is that his uncle's whole family lives in shanghai. means if i take the job, i'll be going to shanghai for 3 months (air ticket provided) just to take care of kids. i'll have to leave right after chinese new year.

plus points are that the uncle lives in a big place and i'll get plenty of privacy when they're at work and the kids are in school. means i'll get to roam shanghai on my own, which sounds pretty pathetic, but very exciting, yet dangerous. minus points are that i don't like feeling like an extra during family outings, and i'm pretty paranoid about ghosts/murderers when i'm alone.

i'm not rejecting the job, neither am i accepting it yet. though the prospect of spending time in a foreign country sounds exhilarating, i still have stuff here that i can't leave at this moment, like driving, and university applications, blah blah... priority goes to an interesting job locally, but i really wouldn't mind going china. anyone interested in the job can tell me.

2007-01-18T19:38:00.000+08:00

hehe! i realised i haven't been updating in a while. i'm still searching for a job due to the fact that i'm really picky. i really don't want to end up with a job where i'll get bored of after 3 days or so. i think this fussiness arised from working in the chocolate shop (that nobody steps in on non-festive days) during the O levels break.

anyway, do not fear, i'm learning driving to keep me occupied. and i also have several jobs that i'm gonna apply for. slowly la hor, got so many months.

(belated) new year resolution for blog: update regularly :D

i love lian language

2006-12-22T00:45:00.000+08:00

i've been working in the choc shop these few days. i'm not gonna bore anyone reading this with details of the happenings in the shop. but i must say the official joke of yesterday.

yesterday i had to work with this ah lian. she doesn't speak a sentence of proper english. and my chinese is kinda rusty. so we had a bit of communication problems. the best from her was when she was trying to say: if our boss comes over, our working hours might be extended.

but instead she said: if dolis(doris) got come, then we work the hours may be en-longered.

i swear it took ALL i could not to burst out laughing at "en-longered".

typical

2006-12-16T01:27:00.000+08:00

er,

well, happy birthday botak!

2006-12-12T21:03:00.000+08:00

i think i've gotten over the rejection. i called my boss to tell her i'd be free from the 17th onwards. and asked her if she could try to arrange so that my cousin and i can work together. i'm quite excited bout spending long hours with my cousin. so screw watches that cost thousands. i'm selling chocolates. again.

i'm so not hired.

2006-12-12T15:31:00.000+08:00

urgh! they're not hiring meee! coz of the 3 days that i have to take leave. damn. so now do i go back to my previous boss to work for her? or just not work at all. pay is around 60% of what cartier offered. and working hours are longer. but money coming in is better than nothing. and not as if i've got a lot to celebrate, thus i think i'm going to have some free time on my hands. also, its always nice to have people around during the festive season. but staying in my comfort zone in that previous job will be so comfortingly boring. and damn. i feel like such a rat for treating my previous boss like a spare tire. whatever la. my bank account is screaming, feed me, feed me!

explosm.net/comics

2006-12-12T08:59:00.000+08:00

grease lightnin'!

2006-12-12T07:11:00.000+08:00

sandy: jealous are you?
danny: jealous?! oh. come. on. sandy. don't. make. me. laugh. HA. HA. HA. HA.

watched grease to fight a bit of insomnia caused by sleeping too much the previous day. i absolutely love love love watching feel-good musicals like grease and sound of music over and over again. i swear it gets better everytime you watch it. furthermore its so much more enjoyable when you’ve watched it the gazillionth time and can treat the movie like a sing-along session. you know, every single time i take them out to watch i always get chills watching john travolta dance or when captain von trapp serenades maria in that pavilion thing with that song "something good". chick-flicks are great, but musical chick-flicks are better.

one thing i love bout grease is how campy it is. i just can’t help stop laughing WITH the film and AT the film.

for those who haven’t watched it, here’s a synopsis. danny (john travolta) is this badass-leatherjacketed-poseur-gangster guy and sandy (olivia newton john) is this australian-goodietwoshoes-sweetheart-wholesome girl. they meet on a summer vacation and fall in love. she was supposed to go back to australia after her holiday so both of them treated their relationship just as a fling. but her family had a change of plans, so she has to stay and attend high school in america instead. coincidentally, the high school she enrolled in was the same as the one danny was in. they met again and both of them were overjoyed. but the thing is that danny has a reputation for being badass. and sandy is wholesome. so because of the image that danny has to portray, he basically just acts like a jerk around her. she gets frustrated and is pissed with him. the rest of the show is how they try and win each other back.

seriously, john travolta was such a hottie. the last i saw him was in swordfish or something. never would i see him now and relate him to the john travolta he was then. i mean, his body was lean! AND taut! he sure could move.

olivia newton-john looks scrumiliciously edible. watching her here reminds me of a younger meg ryan.

and some screenshots of the choreography:

gosh, what would i give to be one of their extras.

父子.

2006-12-11T01:17:00.000+08:00

watched the movie, after this our exile. really slow film. its like one of those typical artsy film like sepet, children of heaven or sth like that. they use a lot of poignant piano pieces, fresh camera angles, very naked sounds of the surroundings and a lot of focus on props like leaves or buildings etc.. to form some kind of very real very draggy very trapped very depressing feeling which sets the tone for the whole movie.

the main problem with me and artsy films is that they don't really give a damn bout a proper ending - there is never really a moral of the story. everything always goes really wrong in the start (like normal movies) but in the end the pieces are never put together nicely. bonds that are broken, stay broken. all the things that went wrong are not corrected perfectly. they just stay wrong and get lived with. its a very pessimistic or maybe just really realistic view of life. it's not that i hate watch such films, it's just that i walk out of the theatre feeling more empty inside than what i'm comfortable with.

anyway on the bright side, aaron kwok is undisputedly a hunk. especially in this show where he got himself really tanned. and better still he wore all sorts of worn out clothes like an ah pek polo tee + 3/4 khaki pants + ah pek sandals. he was supposed to be an uncouth bad tempered country bumpkin ah beng on the outside but hurt, afraid, needy and desperated to feel loved darling on the inside. there's something oh so irresistable bout that badass man yet sensitive boy thing. he's still chiseled under his shirt you know.

the film also did manage to capture all the bits i love bout malaysia. the shophouses, the houses, the buildings, the signboards, the furniture, the decor, the streets... just the part of malaysia that's emanating that cheena-rustic-old school-vintage vibe.

2006-12-10T05:49:00.000+08:00

anyway, happy birthday go xing! (i meant that typo)
hope your voice breaks soon. :)

cartier: how it went.

2006-12-10T05:10:00.000+08:00

when i reached cartier that day, the lady at the boutique took it as though i was already hired. so i was like, yay so the job is mine already.

BUT the complicated part is that the previous day i made an agreement with another lady on the phone that i'd be able to commit from the 18dec-1jan but forgot that i had to go on a trip to kl on the 28,29&30dec. and i had to wait till the last part where the boutique lady asks me, "so any other queries?" to remember to tell her that i wasn't totally available. so now it seems as though i lied to get the job you know? i don't know if at the end of the day she saw my intentions in that light but i think it was clear she comtemplated my integrity. i mean i don't blame her but i hope she would see that i'm not scheming in that way. (note usage of phrase: "scheming in that way". i mean its not that i'm not scheming, but lying just to get a job is just. not. right.) boutique lady said it'd have to depend on phone lady whether taking leave is okay. if not byebye festive job i guess.

other than that (big) boo boo i think it went alright. if i get the job i'm supposed to be sitting at this small room at the back of the shop wrapping gifts. and entertaining customers if needed. but mainly wrapping. quite funny right, wrapping an expensive gift. possibilities of an expensive gift are:

1) the receiver is really special
2) the giver earns a lot
3) the giver is really generous
4) all of the above.

well i hope i get the job. i'd have to call the lady on monday to confirm. she's a little intimidating though. wish me luck.

cartier.

2006-12-08T21:44:00.000+08:00

going for an interview with cartier later (thanks to kelly) and i'm really nervous. i've never even stepped in there before. pay is supposedly good. i'm having a hard time deciding what to wear. tank top? too casual.

karma.

2006-12-07T01:24:00.000+08:00

check out the brand of this wheelchair.

i mean, what type of sick person will choose karma as the brand name of such medical equipments? imagine you need to use the wheelchair and you're sitting on it, feeling all sad for urself and all. then you see brand and says "karma". you'll be like, doh! even the wheelchair is mocking me!

coca steamboat restaurant.

2006-12-02T10:38:00.000+08:00

anyone loves coca?

anyone loves the chili dip in coca? we're having steamboat later with a family friend so we went to the market in beach road to get ingredients. we decided to drop by golden mile complex to hunt for the chili that coca restaurants use (coca originates from thailand). golden mile complex is this place where the thais in singapore hang out. a bit icky coz the place smells a bit sourish but its alright lah. my dad says the smell is due to a type of pickled veg that they like to eat. i think it smells very chao sng. like sweat.

(went to their special supermarket. which is the one and only in singapore, or so they claim.)

(tried to read thai. after much scruntinising, i decided it's most probably called Bulnemi thai supermarket. hah.)

looking for the right one was like playing some sort of guessing game. there were so many bottles of chili, so many types and brands...

finally we saw one where the back of the bottle read,

sukiyaki(japanese steamboat) sauce: from japan to thailand, sukiyaki dish gave birth to thai-style sauce, simply called sukiyaki sauce. the thai-styled sukiyaki sauce has become so unique and popular that brought stunning success to sukiyaki fastfood chains in bangkok. cook your favourite meals together with vegetables in plain soup and eat with our sukiyaki sauce... a real deliciousness!

directions: pour the contents of this jar. garnish with coriander leaves, sesame seeds and red chili.

sounds like its what we're looking for right?! especially the phrase "brought stunning success to sukiyaki fastfood chains in bangkok". that's like a total giveaway. we tasted it later on and it is so similar to the chili in coca. and what's more it's only $1.80 a bottle! i swear i'm gonna brave the chao sng smell, go back there and stock up like on a thousand bottles of it. i'll bring it to every steamboat i go, give it away as christmas presents and even wash my hair in it. yum!

mythbusters.

2006-12-02T01:12:00.000+08:00

i found something interesting. there's this programme on discovery called mythbusters. (i dont have scv, i just happen to find out bout it somehow on the net) they carry out experiments to investigate myths. myths like, if you jump last minute in a falling elevator will you survive? also watch them beat a biometric scanner. way cool. love love love programs like that.

2006-12-02T00:16:00.000+08:00

botak is off on this soccer trip to malaysia for like a gazillion days and a gazillon minus 1 nights. sheesh.

my first attempt in doing business.

2006-12-01T23:51:00.000+08:00

whilst packing my bag closet, i found a few bags that i think i wouldn't be using in the future and decided to sell them. took some pictures and pasted them on microsoft word, together with some brief descriptions. then i sent it to my sec1 going on sec2 cousin. i told him that he can have one of the bags and if he sells any, he'll get a 20% commission. quite a good deal for him hor. and as for me, i'm no business woman. i'm just glad that someone is doing my job for me. shrugs.

ljs.

2006-12-01T23:29:00.000+08:00

i'm so addicted to long john silver's treasure meal. i'll always get them to:

1) change all the shrimp and chicken to fish
2) not add orange/pineapple sauce
3) change the drink to ice lemon tea
4) add a side salad
5) add tatar sauce

i don't know, but the tatar sauce plus fish plus rice combi functions as some sort of comfort food or sth. i'm drooling as i'm typing this. must. find. a. way. to. consume. this. tomorrow.

botak is a piece of lame chop.

2006-11-30T16:46:00.000+08:00

botak jokingly insisted that my mango bag wasn't authentic coz on it is written MNG. he went on to exclaim, what shortform?! pierre png is also not shortform for pierre pango and miss sng's (a teacher in sa) real name is also not miss sango. and he even pronounced the so called MNG brand as mng like how you would pronounce png but with an m in front. merng.

er, ha ha!

i'm still enjoying post exams.

2006-11-26T23:30:00.000+08:00

went to malaysia for the weekend, mainly segamat and malacca. such a long story. mainly of food, car breakdowns, wild imaginations, a worried mum(not mine), a lot of old school-ness, food and food. i think the only air-conditioned places in the whole of 2 days that the 6 of us stepped into was the hotel, the car and kfc.

we only went kfc coz my mum's friend's son was having his birthday there. the kfc was in labis, which is the 2nd largest town in segamat. it was the ONLY kfc in that town. i'm guessing it is one of the most happening places in labis. they serve good chicken anyway. you know, singapore must be the only country that serves terrible original chicken. when i say terrible, i mean overly salty and really dry. information from various sources (mum and dad) claim that other countries(australia and thailand) serve up delicious original chicken too. and even the hot and crispy in labis is nicer. its not like in singapore where they slab an entire chunk of dough on the chicken and fry it. its supposed to be hot and crispy, not hot and crunchy. but that doesn't stop me from eating kfc in the future la. ahaa

it was a pretty decent trip. what made me give it 2 thumbs up were the company, malacca and the fact that i haven't been overseas in a long long time. i'll post pics after i round up all my favourite ones. the pics are all scattered everywhere. talking bout scattered, i'm STILL not done with packing my room.

sian.

2006-11-25T05:10:00.000+08:00

the problem with drama serials is the final climax. the part leading to the last episode, where all the characters seem to be in a huge unsolvable dilemma, usually one of the main characters is about to die and the drama reaches this ultimate peak. well, the thing is while watching, you are soo sure every single setback will miraculously correct itself and there will be a happy ending because it is so near the final episode. so that final problem that everyone is trying to solve gets extremely boring and draggy. not only that, all the drama from the last confessions of love just makes everything seem so corny. sheesh. its funny how you watch it wanting to watch the end, yet when at the end everything seems so wash-out.

and you know what's even worse? the final part where everyone is happy, part of me rolls my eyes at everyone acting so cloyingly amiable to each other, AND the other part of me can't help smiling that everyone gets what they deserves, the good is rewarded and the evil punished. i just feel like such a sucker for commercialised mainstream entertainment that's meant to keep the masses mentally subdued. and that's what i can't get over.

我的野蛮奶奶-ing

2006-11-25T04:04:00.000+08:00

eerrrrhhh!! self-victimising antagonists and naive protagonists pisses me off.

old pics from the animal shelter.

2006-11-24T02:04:00.000+08:00

i wouldn't mind being a cat in my next life. i love cats. actually i love the idea of a cat. there's something bout cats that are oh so beguiling. the ideal cat has this perfect mix of dignity, aloofness, independence, sensuousness and solace all at the same time. with a long sexy tail and a come-hither look to top it all off.

no wonder cats get to claw AND SNIFF zufar's chest. damn.

what bout meeee?

2006-11-24T00:34:00.000+08:00

we went to the hospital today to realised that my grandma has made friends with most of the nurses by calling them sweetheart and telling them that they're chantek. she even found a gossip buddy. there was this short farewell session when she left where she had to say goodbye to the whole room and most of the nurses.

i'm still in the midst of packing my room. great that its starting to take shape. will post pics when everything's done coz i wanna show the world my Ribboned Barbie on Swing.

the room that messed itself up.

2006-11-23T00:49:00.000+08:00

i visited my grandmother. brought her flowers and lotion coz she likes smelling nice. silly old her gets discharged tomorrow. she seems quite cheery today. i think its coz everyone came to see her and showered her with attention.

tried packing my room but i don't know how but it got even more messy. i think its coz i started re-sorting things. the problem with me is that

1) i find it difficult to throw stuff away
2) i like to leave stuff around where i can see them
3) and i have problem sorting things out

and 1) and 2) result from the fact that i'm always afraid i'll forget something. example not throwing away movie tickets because i'm afraid i'll forget the memories attached to it. or always keeping say, scissors in sight coz i'm afraid i'll not remember where i put it once i put it away. 3) is just me needing everying to be sorted out perfectly.

aiyah dont know la. will suck it up and pack everything before the week ends.

escapades of a granny in the big hosptal.(updated)

2006-11-22T17:38:00.000+08:00

saw my aunt and she told me the actual story.

today my mum told me that my grandmother saw this indian man that walked pass her bed, and called him mabuk, which in english means drunk or maybe in this context a drunkard or most likely an alcoholic.

in turn the indian man told her le ai si liao, (you're gonna die)

she remarked, human beings are born to this world with only one life, all of us have to die sooner or later.

and the indian man just called her a kaypoh. and kept muttering to himself

buurrrrrrrrn. lousy comeback from the alcoholic in blue! granny 1 indian man 0. she apologised later anyway. ~~don't know why she did that. she should have told him he has a rotten liver or sth~~. she went like SORRY LAH! love the i'm-saying-sorry-so-stop-whining-but-hell-i-love-winning-in-a-confrontation-and-oops-is-that-your-ego-i'm-stepping-on type of sorry.

grandma.

2006-11-21T20:28:00.000+08:00

post exam day #1: hospital day

we received a call from my aunt this morning, saying that my (maternal) grandmother fell down. she used to be able to walk wobbly, but now she is bed ridden. my grandmother is a proud woman, and seeing her lose her independence like that is heart breaking. i mean not that she wasn't starting to rely on people, but it was more gradual.

anyway we (aunt, uncle, mum and i) got her to a&e in sgh. and we waited around for the longest time ever. i think it was bout 3 hours plus. and finally the doctor got back to us. and we had to wait for another 2 hours for an x-ray, to find that nothing was broken, after that we had to wait for bout 1 and a half hours for them to adminster painkillers and get her to a temporary ward.

and mind you, my grandmother is no ordinary grandmother. she has smoked since she was a teenager, was an alcoholic and also an abusive parent. she loves her jewellery and is very particular about looking presentable. she can get pretty crude with her language. but considering the fact that she was adopted as a kid, (and you know how adopted kids back then were usually treated like maids instead, and watching oprah tells me that adopted kids often feel undeserving, neglected and unloved), she was also the 2nd wife to my grandfather, and also issues from smoking and drinking... she does seem like a dignified, picky, fiesty, bitchy granny, but actually she just has more insecurities and needs more love and patience. we're pretty close since i'm her oldest granddaughter and was brought up by her.

thank god the results of the x-ray show that nth is broken and she's probably hurting from the bruise from the fall. they still want her to be warded coz they're gonna feed her(she's reaaally thin) to build up some muscle mass in her legs and get her physiotherapy so that she'll be walking again.

anyway she was pretty pissed by the end of the day coz everything took so long. she complained and complained, but the funniest thing bout her is that she can suddenly stop her complaining and interrupt herself with random stuff (even though said in the same grumpy voice) - telling us to move aside coz she wants to watch every single detail of the drama that was going on in the ward. (eg. she wanted to hear the conversation between the doctor and the patient beside her, wanted to know what was the machine the person opposite her was on) other random stuff includes commenting about my gold earrings, and telling the nurse she's chantek. and no, she's nowhere near senile. its just that the sudden change in topic is super silly in an amusing way. its just this child-like quality of her where, she just wants all of us to care for her, but she can't stop being her kaypoh self.

she ends up getting teased a lot my by us for being so unseriously serious. when mum and i went off my mum told her to be good, don't anyhow run around and no flirting with the doctors. ahaha. my grandma muttered some malay/hokkien expletive and rolled her eyes. but she has a great sense of humour and i'm sure she secretly loves it. ahhahaa

just a random shot i took in the hospital today. i think guys that manage to carry off cardigans have a certain sort of gentlemanly, alomst effeminate allure. not that this old man is the perfect example, but he reminded me bout it.

:)

2006-11-20T21:51:00.000+08:00

its ooooooooooveeeeerrrr!!!! :D

day one of post exam activity starts tmr. room packing and notes burning! and embarking on project BB. XD.

almost.

2006-11-20T01:22:00.000+08:00

alamaks, i realised it has been more than 1 month since i've updated. i'm pretty excited coz exams are ending really really really soon. and when i'm excited and up late at night i'll usually have stuff to type. and sometimes when i'm up at night and have stuff to type i'll get excited. if i'm excited and have stuff to type i'll stay up late at night. hah a threesome! it works all ways..

i didn't feel like blogging during the exams coz going on and on bout whats not and what is is so old. i'm so over myself.

you know how as you grow up you have different groups of people that you hang out with. and when you're with different groups of people you have different common topics and you'll tend to behave a little differently and show different aspects of you. like i always think that catching up with friends from a certain time in ur life always takes you back to the person you were then. recently i find that i'm starting to miss parts of me that hasn't surfaced in a long time. parts of me that i have no idea where they went. and its scary coz i'm feeling like i'm losing myself and if i'm losing myself, then what makes up me now?

i hope post exams answers that question.

the exhale diet, anyone?

2006-11-20T00:08:00.000+08:00

my aunt brought over to my place a hongkong period drama comedy serial thingy, 我的野蛮奶奶, for my grandfather to watch. apparently its showing on scv now and she says its super funny. i watched a few episodes and just felt like i had to share something. ahaa.

there's this lady in the show called 龍巧巧(long qiao qiao). in cantonese it is pronounced lo-ong hao hao. the subtitles are translated from cantonese but instead of loong, they spell it as lung. and seeing the words miss lung miss lung keep flashing across the screen gets pretty amusing after a while... ... (she's the younger one in the pic)

in the pink of health.

2006-10-27T04:36:00.000+08:00

and some things just never fail to hit a raw spot.

the parent trap.

2006-10-27T03:08:00.000+08:00

this is a classic moment everytime i fart, whether it stinks or not. especially when we're in the car.

oh, except when in the car they'll make an even greater deal by rolling down the windows and pretend that they're suffocating.

prince.

2006-10-26T00:18:00.000+08:00

because victor has a pet monkey, i couldn't resist getting myself a pet tiger cub :) go look below the archives. feed it. ahaa. it's such a novelty. hah. when i was in pri 3 i used to have a palm sized stuffed white tiger toy that i got from mcdonalds. and i called it prince. i used to take it everywhere (even to school). heh. such a dork.

and im so glad that there's something weird bout bata. i went to the bata in vivocity yesterday, and lo and behold! they have more than a pair of wearable shoes! i thought they always had weird shoes that had one ribbon or flower too many or heels that are an inch or two too short. there was something always not right bout the selection, except on magical bata days where wow, there is a nice pair.

yesterday i don't know whether its me or the crowd or whatever, there were many nice ones. so nice that i even took a short trip to westmall to look for this particular pair that i wanted. but damn, no size. even in west mall there were a few pairs of not bad ones. one of which looked like the picture below. i forgot which website i took this pic from but i've had it for quite a long time. kinda surprised that bata has a lookalike.

and hear are some random vince camuto heels that i've drooled over.

and the As are really coming. at the start of this year my new year resolution was to stop making excuses. and this year i've made so much excuses that if an excuse was a drop of water, i would have drown. (hah i stole it from a love poem. read: if a hug was a drop of water i'd give you a sea, if a kiss was a leaf, i'd give you a forest.. something along those lines) and you know what, because i'm such a lazy bum, i dont wanna study chem anymore. i'm just gonna concentrate on math fm and physics. and it really doesn't bother me if i'm going to get a bad grade for it. really.

ouchywawa.

2006-10-24T19:50:00.000+08:00

just something that i drew after stupidly wearing the gorgeous pair of 3 inch wedges to vivocity.

which is inversely proportional to "how brilliant yilin feels at the end of the day".

anyway, selamat hari raya!

flashback.

2006-10-15T01:48:00.000+08:00

i just remember sth that happened when i was young. i was brought up by my grandma and aunt and like any girl, i had dolls. not old enough for barbie dolls but young enough for dolls that were squishy and closed their eyes when you lie them down. and i remembered i had this one such doll with short curly blond hair and long eye lashes. i dont know why but i developed his hatred for her, maybe it was how innocent she looked or sth. whenever i tortured her i felt glad.

the strongest memory of such incidents was when i was alone my grandma's room and the doll was naked on the bed. all the windows were closed and the room was dark. and i used my masak masak fork and knife to pretend-cut up her stomach area, put my fork in my mouth and pretend-chew, like how you would eat a steak. at that point of time i felt glad.., ok maybe glad is too simplistic a word to use. more like an immense feeling of sadistic pleasure from seeing how helpless the doll was. of coz when i was a child i never thought too much bout it. you know, feelings just came and went.

now looking back, i realised how warped this whole thing is. i still cant figure out what made me feel so much satisfaction from torturing her. it's just weird.

what A levels?

2006-10-11T13:40:00.000+08:00

these few days spent at shixian's house to do voiceovers were a pure waste of study time. it felt like a chalet. and chalets come AFTER exams. not before.

but the singing, the horror filming, eating fried beehoon, (developingacrushwhile) watching shixian play the guitar, etc.. was pretty worth it. haaa :)

mr electrician.

2006-10-07T14:28:00.000+08:00

my dad is such a cutie. actually in real life he is known as an electrician. but part time cutie to me anyway. the term electrician really doesn't mean much to me other than the fact that he covers physics topic 15 electric field all the way to topic 23 analogue electronics. and today i asked him this qn bout a.c. circuits and something bout a diode. i think its a something rectifier. he explained it to me and even went to the store room to take out all the stuff that we learnt. i know a stupid switch and a few dumbass resistors is no big deal but the diodes are pretty interesting... he even has that thing where you can test resistance and everything but i didn't take a picture of that.

and because he is an electrician he feels/knows that it is okay to have multiple plugs connected to one power point because he claims that "computers and stuff the power not so high so can do this way.. but not for rice cooker, stove or washing machine."

ahaa. this resulting picture from my study room shows the extent of "multiple plugs". botak claims it looks its from some room escape game.

and coz my study room has cupboards, he stores all the electrical stuff inside.

and i think it looks like a hidden lab. if you look closely in the cupboard, there are plugs and running wires..

there's even this cro inside.. so cool :)

takeshi's castle!!

2006-09-28T20:10:00.000+08:00

anyone remember takeshi's castle?

takeshi's castle is this ridiculous japanese gameshow that was shown on tv every sunday when we were young. and i used to watch it with my cousin and we'd laugh our heads off. it has over sized props and extremely silly obstacle courses. the contestant will start of each round letting out a cry of victory and they will run towards their challenge with much gusto. they start off with a 100 contestants and there may be no winners at the end.

for example there's this honeycomb maze with many many doors and there is one door that will lead you to the finish. however the maze is build on a river and if you open the wrong door, you will fall into the river instead. what's worse is that they have 3 people dressed up in scary costumes in the maze as well and they chase the contestant if they see him or her.

each episode will have a few of such obstacles courses. what makes the show even more silly is that almost everyone is dressed up in a costume. and even some of the contestants. for example this person who wore a chef's uniform and this person wearing a baseball player's outfit. they just look so funny playing the game looking like that.

anyway youtube has the videos. ahaa. i can't wait to show my cousin. :)

p.s. watch this. he made an amazing escape.

yum.

2006-09-26T22:16:00.000+08:00

ok fine, my predictions were wrong. mirza won.

anyway, i love reading food blogs, esp those where the bloggers are good photographers. (tops it all up if the blogger has good diction too.) they're able to photograph the texture of their food so well that i can almost taste it. well, just an example to illustrate what i mean, check out the this food blog.

i love love love this picture in that entry where the unbroken cake is beside the broken one. even though i'm not currently crazy over chocolate at the moment, i love how the crusty part of the cake looks on the left and how the light glistens off the oozing molten chocolate on the right.

i'm hungry.

singapore idol.

2006-09-19T01:42:00.000+08:00

i am sooo sure jonathan is gonna win. like 75% sure. you know why?

~~cozithinkheissofreakingcharmingandimelteveytimehesings~~

well simply coz this is singapore. taufik won the previous time, they can't let another malay win this. i mean, it's just not racial harmonious enough for our sunny island set in the sea if hady win. serious. i think the votings are rigged anyway.

using a 2-tailed test at 2% significance level.

2006-09-18T19:49:00.000+08:00

i was feeling kinda ~~restless~~ filial after fm so i went to the library to get some chinese books for my grandfather, more affectionately known as yeye in cantonese, since he seems kinda bored. i chose 2 books on guangzhou, (coz we're going there end of this year to visit distant relatives), 1 chinese chicken soup for the soul, and 1 book on jane goodall (coz i would have chosen that for myself).

i realised that my chinese ~~really suck~~ is kinda rusty. ok, very rusty. but anyway it wasn't very polished to start with. i seriously didn't know what to choose other than the 2 guangzhou books. and it was kinda hard to navigate through the titles coz chinese words takes a little longer to register.

but after the chinesebook-hunting trip, i can tell you one new thing i've learnt, ONE thing why chinese books wins hands down compared to english ones. the titles on their book spines go down instead of sideways. so means that while looking for books you don't have to walk around like an idiot with your head cocked sideways trying to read the titles. oh well, hurrah to communism. (and to china as a growing nation.)

p.s. i was so used to looking at the book spines sideways that i tilted my head anyway. everything felt kinda weird until i realised that oh. the titles go down.

i amuse myself sometimes.

2006-09-17T04:27:00.000+08:00

look what i found while revising the memoryless property page of exponential distribution...

(writen: this is expo. the chinese word writes po=grandma. she is senile)

so now we know why expo is memoryless. wahaa!

i'm a barbie girl, in a barbie world.

2006-09-17T03:10:00.000+08:00

well, studying got a leeeeeetle boring.

so i dressed up my barbie doll.

i bought her last year coz i've always wanted to get without having to beg my parents. i bought her at only $7.90 at some sale and chose her because i thought she was the prettiest out of all her friends coz she had more oriental looking eyes and nice tanned skin. she is a cali barbie. (short form for california) and she smells like sun tan lotion. actually she's not barbie, she's barbie's friend and her box name is "lea". i named her astrid anyway coz i was reading this book, white oleander, and astrid was my favourite character. (everyone should read that book) The name Astrid originated from old norse and it means beautiful goddess or divine beauty.

so she spent almost a year stand around in my room wearing a bikini coz it was difficult to find cheap and good clothes for her. so i decided to make clothes for her using scrap pieces of cloth that i could find in my room... and tadah!

it's just a black lace shawl thingy with supposedly a floral sundress.

she's posing in this picture. what a vain girl. shakes head.

i also coloured her purple tinted sunglasses into black rimmed specs.

hehe. i'll buy proper clothes for her after the exams. and it was fun tying her hair. kinda theraputic in fact. she looks more decent now. yay! :D

regrets, i've had a few.

2006-09-15T20:58:00.000+08:00

i didn't sleep before my fm today coz i really wasn't prepared for it and wanted to do last minute cramming. i think doing that before any paper, (esp math) is suicide. but yet again, suicide does beat sitting around waiting for the murderer to get you. the paper wasn't that bad, but the lack of sleep does affect my concentration. but without the last minute stuff, i probably wouldn't have been able to attempt the qns. oh well, you reap what you sow. i've got to seriously get my ass moving coz i'm never ever gonna let myself do this for a levels.

the secret to getting As.

2006-09-14T18:22:00.000+08:00

i suddenly realise why gan cheong students always get better grades! they always go "aaaaaaahhhhh!! i forgot this and that", "AAAH!! i haven't completed my tutorial and there's 5 tests tmr!!".

do you realise that the more you AAAAH!! the more As you have? next time i must aah for 5 counts. AAAAAH!! one for each subject. haahaa!

a pink gown and a black rim.

2006-09-14T04:12:00.000+08:00

it's nice isn't it. i felt that i just had to get it, and name it sophie.

it was highlighted that this cup and saucer set looks really "roald dahl-quentin blake"-ish. and i immediately thought of sophie from the BFG. remember her? she was that orphan girl who went through the entire story with the big friendly giant in her light pink nightgown with black rimmed specs trying to save the world from the other giants.

i used to really like roald dahl's books. as a child i would read and be absorbed into that magical world that he conjures up just by using words. i would hold my breath when charlie paid for that 2nd wonka bar using the leftover change that he picked up from the ground, hoping that the golden ticket was in it. i would feel that sense of triumph when matilda wrote on the board using her telekinetic powers, causing ms trunchbull to faint. i used to get really freaked by the witches. i thought chanting esio trot esio trot was kinda dumb but the story was reeaally sweet. i loved Grandpa Joe. but my all time favourite was definitely danny the champion of the world.

i would read his books over and over again. while eating, in the shower, before bed, etc.. it's simply about the vivid imagery that he uses that makes his readers feel the exhilaration and rollercoaster ride that you get from reading them, and also about how it always ends with a feel-good conclusion. always.

This quote from the movie you've got mail, says that, "When you read a book as a child, it becomes a part of your identity in a way that no other reading in your whole life does." i think it's true. it becomes part of my identity in a way that, thinking back on reading when i was young, it's like a quaint memory of myself that once felt that it was perfectly fine to indulge in whim. no other reading in life will ever affect me in that way because that quaint image will always remain as a memory as there's no way i'm able read books like the magic faraway tree and be truely captivated by something as silly as that ever again.

p.s. yesterday(13sept) was roald dahl day! for real.

dreams are my reality.

2006-09-13T21:59:00.000+08:00

last night was funny. i dreamt that god exists. not that i don't think that god exist, but it's more like a big question mark to me. (shouzhen are you reading this?) i dreamt that this tennis guy (who takes 985 everyday) called kelvin or jonathan was my friend. and in my dream he was super wild with this super punk-ish hairstyle, those that have to apply one whole bottle of wax to keep it standing. and it looked like an antenna. he was trying to convince kenneth to grow his hair long like his. and he and his friend was saying "come on! live while you're young, man!" kenneth, being kenneth said no thanks, he likes being botak better.

then i hopped into the front seat of kelvin/johnathan's car and his friend was at the back. (kenneth disappeared) and he drove recklessly. i was worried so i prayed to god, "dear god, even though kelvin/jonathan has done some things in life that are not really right, he has a good heart. so please bless all of us sitting in the car right now that nothing bad will happen."

immediately after that kelvin/jonathan decided it would be fun to try driving over this wide drain. obviously it was a disasterous idea and as the car drove over the drain, the whole car flipped over. i was so scared but i came out of the accident unhurt. i helped kelvin/jonathan out, he suffered a few scratches. and the guy at the back died i think. he was bleeding and unconscious.

everyone was saying i was so lucky to be unhurt. but in the dream all i could think of was, omg, god really does exist. then i woke up.

it was a nice dream. sorta comforting in the dream to feel a confirmation of the existence of god. in real life, i'm always too skeptical to take that leap of faith, i always feel that i need substantial proof of god's existence before i reach out towards a higher power, and truely believe. and in dire times, if i ever do reach out, i always ask him what he can do for me, instead of what i can do for him. i guess my whole approach is the reason why this whole religion thing has never really happened for me. i always tell myself that if god really exists and if he really does have plans for me to be a christian, someday there will be a calling. actually i felt that there was a calling, so many, that i was too oblivious to, that i would tell myself that's just a coincidence. but i guess i'm still gonna take this whole thing step by step. and see how things goes...

i am the DDR queen.

2006-09-12T23:12:00.000+08:00

my cousin loaned me her ddr set. which means a playstation1, 2 ddr cds, a tangle of wires and 1 ddr mat!! wahaha! yes, dance dance revolution! i have played ddr for 1 day and i can proudly say that,

I AM THE DDR QUEEN!! (ofthefirstandmostsimplesonginthewholecdbutwhocares.)

bow to me.

chokore-to and sutoroberi.

2006-09-11T01:50:00.000+08:00

this is gonna be kinda random. hah.

i have never figured out a perfect way of eating pocky. do you eat the chocolate part first and your last bite is the boring chocolate-less part? or do you eat the chocolate-less part first and end up with sticky fingers coz the chocolate end melted into a mess? it's just that neither way seems to make me happy. and figuring bout how to eat it in the right way, and not getting it, kinda makes it worse.

hello panda is a better choice anyway.

of mirrors and dark corners.

2006-09-05T06:09:00.000+08:00

i took too long a nap in the evening and i can't get to sleep. i guess it's also coz i'm not trying hard enough. it's raining extra heavily outside with big old lightning and super loud thunder. there just was this blackout and my laptop wasn't affected. but when the lights in my room went out and the laptop screen was glaring at me with eveything else in darkness just after this super bright flash and super loud thunder, i immediately hopped into bed with the covers over my head. waiting for my ye ye to go switch the main power back on. super ye ye to the rescue. after 5 mins the lights went back on again and here i am blogging bout it. ha. ha. i think it's coz i just read up bout saw 1 and 2 today, and watched a clip frm the movie in youtube. freaky freaky. i keep thinking that i'm going to turn around and see someone lurking behind me that's gonna put me out and i'm gonna wake up in some room with a cassette tape in some weird morbid contraption. yarrrks! i somehow always let my imagination get the better of me. for example there was once my grandfather had this bad cut and it didn't help that he was on medication that would thin his blood. so my mum rushed him to the hospital and called me (i was out) to tell me to go clean the pool of blood in his room when i got home. she even warned me that's it's gonna look like a crime scene. so when i reached home i had this vision in mind that there was going to be this lady chinese ghost with long hair that would be kneeling down over the pool of blood, bent over and licking the blood with her long long tongue. yarrks!

bleargh.

2006-09-02T21:13:00.000+08:00

i don't know whether i should be thankful that finally there is a whole week set aside for me to study or to sulk coz there's a whole week with nothing to do but study.

beauty inspires obsession.

2006-08-29T19:57:00.000+08:00

i think elyse is simply gorgeous. i'm so addicted to america's next top model on youtube. i remember it started showing on tv when i was in sec 3 or 4. six seasons later, i'm still hooked even though it gets boring coz they're always saying the same things, "i've gotta step up my game this week and show the judges what i am capable of.", "lisa is such a bitch", "elyse so skinny. she has an eating disorder.", "today we're supposed to do a photoshoot." like duh, if not plant trees ar, the show's not called america's next top farmer ya. i can't stop watching it coz it satiates my love for pretty things, like graphs. i think graphs are beautiful. polar graphs, cartesian ones, whatever. they give off a kind of abstract and infinite space vibe that makes me go wow. anyway since its the exam period i'm only letting myself watch like 1 episode a day. i really should stop and go study.

dilligent in study and practice, is our motto and our will.

2006-08-25T00:19:00.000+08:00

met up with 3 exclassmates and ms tay for a late lunch today. ms tay is still ms tay. meizhen is still meizhen. zav is still zav. and jia quan is still jia quan. hah! like might as well don't type right. ahaha. but it's so funny(humour funny + queer funny), in a sense like how they talk and their type of humour hasn't changed. it's been quite a long time since i've been around such bitchy people. my current classmates are not bitchy poeple. they hardly talk about people. which is really good. hanging out with my exclassmates only rolls out a red carpet to hell. thank god i have no idea who 90% of the people they talk about are(coz they're all in the same sch now). i bet if i did i would definitely have put in my two cents worth.

ok fine, two hundred dollars worth.

did some studying with them but since all 3 of them are in arts, its not very useful when i get per cher and and holler "can anyone tell me what's a rate eqn. pleeeeaaase tellllll meeeee." i get blank stares, raise brows and have to listen to them lecture bout why history and econs is oh so useful compared to math. and i tell a math joke and no one gets it. i have to explain and when everyone gets it they were like, OH. THAT was the joke. -_-

anyway for the benefit of everyone and my sense of humour that's in denial, i'm gonna type what exactly the joke was anyway. ahaha. we wanted to send someone to buy bubble tea. i had not enough cash to buy bubble tea. so i told the bubble tea buyer to pay for me. and i said, "take the negative one dollar as ur tip!". wahaha. i thought it was funny. oh well.

slaps myself on forehead.

2006-08-23T01:18:00.000+08:00

(i wanna watch hard candy, pretty persuasion and the devil wears prada.)

was bout to go to bed when i realised that chem paper 2 is before the holidays. i was reminded of that that episode with the hod where she told me that i had to strategise my studying plan with reference to the exam timetable. at that time, sitting in front of her, all i could do was smile. nod my head. resist urge to roll eyes.

i felt at that it didn't matter what i studied first as long as i got everything in. strategising is for the weak!

why didn't anyone take me by my shoulders and shake me or sth.

actually the truth is that, i was soo freaked out by how far back i've fallen behind that i blocked out all my classmates' conversations of the exams, thinking that the "before the holidays", "after the holidays" chatter was about our A levels. i was under this impression that everyone was super prepared for prelims and everyone was gan cheonging for A levels alr. i was so freaked out laa.

so i chose to hide in my own corner and do my own thing. i don't even have my exam timetable. didn't even bother looking for one. till just now.

okayyy, so i didn't know prelims was divided into before the hols and after the hols.

i have been planning on how to finish electricity when my chem paper 2 is before the holidays. hurridly chucks electricity aside. goodbye dc, helllooo buffers.

must say again, why didn't anyone take me by shoulders and shake me or sth.

drowned by digits.

2006-08-22T00:05:00.000+08:00

i think part of me wanted to have this blog to remind myself of how writing feels like. back in secondary school we always had like literature essays and all those funny things that i would write and get lost in. now with a double math and double science combi, my only essay writing subject is gp, and gp is not something that i've learnt to apply writing skills to. i used to write reflections in my diary but lately, writing reminds me too much of schoolwork. probably i'm treating this blog as a form of escape from the numbers and calculations, and in search of the me that used to feel natural stringing words together. the feeling of piecing words into a sentence to illustrate my feelings is such a distant feeling. nowadays its kinda awkward. and with the terrible gp grades i'm getting, it seems beyond me to write anything that doesn't include numbers. oh well, i have to get used to writing somehow- whether its for gp or for me.

movie night.

2006-08-20T12:52:00.000+08:00

look what are kids up to these days.. eating candy floss in tupperwares with chopsticks?! when did this ever happen?! my memories of candy floss were always of ridiculous huge pink balls of fluff that people took around on paper cones and got all sticky with - either plunging your head into the pillow of sugar or daintily pinching whiffs off from it. it's just wrong to eat condensed floss from a tupperware with chopsticks. even making candyfloss in any other colour than pink is wrong!

he he, a blog for me. (it's meant to rhyme)

2006-08-19T17:17:00.000+08:00

you know how you always have recurring feelings to do something. somedays you feel like writting, somedays you feel like reading. somedays you feel like running, somedays nua-ing. somedays you feel like being along, somedays you have to be around people. somedays i feel like i wanna major in psychology, somedays mathematics, somedays literature. somedays i feel like i have to study overseas, somedays i think NUS is fine. and the want to have a blog has always surfaced then disappeared. but today's was kinda stronger. strong enough for me to turn on the comp and set up one. yay. so i have a blog now.