tuesday was the final of the inter-house drama competition at AJ. the team i mentored, Cougar House, won Best Costume and the lamer R.I. boy was Best Actor. I was laughing my lungs out when they announced it. the judges actually like lamers. i found out later that it was a split decision. the other boy being considered for best actor was from jaguar house and also an R.I. boy. Best Play award was also a split decision between cougar and jaguar and it eventually went to Jaguar. I'm proud of myself. not bad directing considering i've never acted on stage unlike the other mentors.
O level results will be out on monday. my cousin Aaron says he has only two more days to live. I want to go to cresent girls' school to "help" collect adela's results. i want to kaypo.
A level results. I wonder when they will be released. soon, soon. so i don't have much time to live either.
Friday, February 25, 2005
Saturday, February 19, 2005
I found a site that gives you very detailed zodiac sun sign analysis. Some of it appears to be rather true. Most of it is true and very amusing.
Go here and read yours then tell me if it's true http://mizian.com.ne.kr/englishwiz/library/names/zodiac/contents.htm
Here are some extracts
Of the Pisces, the site said:
When Pisces has a feeling something will happen, it usually does. If he tells you not to get on that plane or car, you'd better plan to swim or walk. (If you haven't realised it yet, LL is psychic)
If you need a dime or a dollar, a large loan, or just encouragement that no one else would give, go to Pisces. You'll get no lectures and no glances of superiority. (yes we all know that if you want sympathy and comforting you can go to LL the friendly bugger)
The line forms to the right. And please don't crowd. There may not be enough Pisces women for every man. Take your turn, and hope for the best. Rumors have spread about the charms of a Pisces female. She has her negative points, to be sure, but at first glance she's every man's grade school valentine, with maybe just a touch of a Playboy bunny to add some pepper. (does this explain bing wen and all the other weirdos who tried to go after LL?)
Of the Scorpion the site says:
Scorpio is intensely loyal to friends. "Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends." The Scorpio soldier leaps instantly, instinctively, to brave the bullets and drag his buddy to safety. (here i think of jun and wen who like to invite people thinking of running away from home to stay at their house)
The Scorpio's health is typical of his nature. He can destroy his body with excesses, melancholy or hard work. But he can also built it back at will from a critical illness. Scorpios are seldom sick, but when they are, it's usually serious. A long rest and a change of attitude are the best cures. They can't let well enough alone, and of course, they know more than the doctor and all the nurses. The chief areas of attack for germs and accidents are the reproductive organs, the nose, the throat, the heart, spine, back, circulatory system, legs and ankles. Varicose veins and accidents in sports are common. (If you remember, jun and wen are the ones who have suffered the most spine problems, ankle problems, toe problems....)
One of the strangest patterns in astrology is the death of a relative in the family within either a year before or the year after the birth of a Scorpio. And when a Scorpio dies, there will be a birth in the family within the year before or the year after. (this is weird. any scorpio can comfirm this?)
The female Scorpio has a deep, mysterious beauty. She's magnetic, proud and totally confident. But she has one secret regret. She was not born a man. I didn't say she looked like a boy, nor did I intend to imply she doesn't do a bang-up job of being a female. It's just that, unconsciously, she would prefer to be a man. Less restriction-more opportunity. It's the one secret she even hides from herself, and seeing it exposed won't sit well with her.(as i always say, jun looks like a transversite when she wears dresses)
She can be overbearing and domineering, sarcastic and frigid- then turn as hot as an oven at 500 degrees Fahrenheit. She can hate with bitter venom and love with fierce abandon. She can shriek like a furious banshee or whisper like an affectionate turtle dove. (perhaps this explains why the twins are always fighting with each other)
Of the Libra:
Notice the entire effect of the face. It will always wear a markedly pleasant expression. Even when the Libran is angry, somehow he or she will manage to look mild, or at the very least, neutral. Venus voices are typically sweet and clear as a bell, and these people seldom raise them to a shrill or bellowing pitch. A Libran is the only person on earth who can say, "I hate you and I'm going to punch you in the nose," and sound as if he's reciting Browning's "How Do I Love Thee?" (My sister: face of an angel, spawn of the devil)(think of how xinying looks when she is saying things like " i want to kill Miss In. sweet)
She can't seem to make up her fickle mind whether she made a mistake or not. First they'll talk up a storm and monopolize the conversation. Then they'll listen intently, with flattering interest. When others are fighting, theyll play the role of peacemaker, and smooth everyone's ruffled feathers. Then they'll turn right around, deliberately take the other side in discussion, and start an argument for the pure relish of it. (anyone who thinks this does not apply to xinying must be blind and deaf)
The Libra character is made up of equal parts of kindness, gentleness, fairness, plain argumentativeness, stubborn refusal to capitulate, philosophical logic and indecision. It's best to examine these ingredients in detail. The argumentativeness, for instance. A Libran will argue with you about what time it is if he thinks your watch is two seconds off. (With my sister I get this, with xinying, we have experienced this too. recall the xinying vs bao saga)
All that weighing can drive a person simply wild. It can drive the Libran himself into a state of constant indecision. Even the most controlled Venus men and women dislike making instant decisions without taking all the possibilities into consideration. Fairness can be a fetish. (has anyone ever gone shopping with xinying or my sister before?)
It's amusing that Librans will always immediately deny their Indecisiveness. The first thing they'll say when you're describing their Sun sign will be, "I'm not indecisive at all. That's not accurate. It certainly doesn't describe me." (how very true)
Ok, here's what the site says about Sagitarius:
Sagittarius is completely free of malice. He blurts out his shockingly direct speech in total innocence. Don't judge him too harshly. He means well. Not that he needs your sympathy. Under his tactless manner is an extremely clever mind and high standards. His unique combination of wit, intelligence and fiery drive usually brings the archer straight to the winner's circle. Both male and female Sagittarians are oblivious to their own blunt speech. They are truly convinced that they are the most diplomatic souls in the world. In fact, everything they do is done honestly. Pretense and deception appalls them. ( hee hee it's so amusing. somebody who knows me, tell me if this is true)
Look for a fairly large, well-shaped skull and a high, broad forehead. The features will be open and cheerful, inviting friendship and the exchange of ideas, and the movements will normally be rapid. They make wide, sweeping gestures, which may be dramatic and vigorous, but not very graceful. Sagittarius can wave his arms to make a point, and upset the ketchup. He'll stride purposefully forward, head high, and trip over the curbstone. (ahh.. i remember how i once made the whole shelf of hammers collapse in the D.I.Y. store with one toilet sucker)
Sagittarians are normally restless. They hate to sit or stand still. The archer is physically conspicuous, if only through his obvious confidence and his disregard for conventional behavior. He walks as if he's really going somewhere. There's no halting or hesitating. ( me! me! me! so this is why everybody is always asking me why i walk so fast)
What is on the archer's mind and heart is almost instantly on his lips. He's as frank and earnest as a six-year-old. (freudian slips are part of everyday life for me. recall the time i shouted "kao beh kao bu" to some kids with the parents nearby and almost got into trouble. opps!)
High-spirited Jupiter people can't stand to be accused of dishonesty. But after a fiery display of temper, the Sagittarian will feel remorse and make amends. He'll black your eye and put you in the hospital, but he'll shower you with flowers and sympathy the next day. The archer usually speaks and acts first, and considers the consequences later. ( yes i hate liars and i like to whack people up)
Life seldom defeats these people permanently. They believe that tomorrow will be better than yesterday, and today is pretty interesting. Moody spells are gone almost before the clouds have a chance to obscure the sunshine. (yes. it's good to have a bright tomorrow. always look on the bright side of death)
She will probably live alone. Sagittarius girls are very independent, and both sexes have a strange aloofness to family ties. Maybe it's because they travel so much. Even if they only travel to the movies and friends' houses, they're restlessly on the go. (i told you i need to travel)
She pals around with many men. Since she's so scrupulously honest and aboveboard, she may be a little careless of her reputation and contemptuous of the hypocrisy demanded by society. If you question her about it, she'll be plain-spoken. (the time i quarreled with LL over why i wasn't allowed to go to jason's house to play, this is probably what happened)
The typical Jupiter girl has a large appetite. She likes good food and wine, nice clothes, and when she travels, she likes to go first class. Sagittarians are extravagant by nature. The travel bug will always be nearby to give her a case of wandering fever. ( yup so true!)
Sagittarius girls are acutely bored by the confinement of dusting and mopping. No sooner does she make a bed than it gets unmade. Her cooking? Well-you can never tell. Maybe you'd iust better eat out. (refer to blog entry on my stint as a housewife)
The Jupiter girl may go through a tomboy stage, and you'll always be reminding her to "act like a lady". She has her own ideas of what makes "a little lady". It starts out with honesty. Naked, unadorned, brutal honesty. They will refuse to be docile little slaves, meekly obeying every 'parental whim. (my parents found this out the hard way)
Both sexes probably enjoy school. Their multiple-faceted intelligence and great curiosity will make learning a fascinating game, if their bright interest isn't squelched by too much dull, boring routine and too much insistence on strict regulations and rigid study habits. (yup, i was lucky to have had interesting teachers most of the time)
There may be a deep and very serious interest in religion. As they grow older, they'll question dogmas, perhaps change faith and church membership, searching eternally for truth. (there was a time i seriously thought about studying theology in university. i even asked teachers for advise. and i don't go to church because i find most of them too fake)
Go here and read yours then tell me if it's true http://mizian.com.ne.kr/englishwiz/library/names/zodiac/contents.htm
Here are some extracts
Of the Pisces, the site said:
When Pisces has a feeling something will happen, it usually does. If he tells you not to get on that plane or car, you'd better plan to swim or walk. (If you haven't realised it yet, LL is psychic)
If you need a dime or a dollar, a large loan, or just encouragement that no one else would give, go to Pisces. You'll get no lectures and no glances of superiority. (yes we all know that if you want sympathy and comforting you can go to LL the friendly bugger)
The line forms to the right. And please don't crowd. There may not be enough Pisces women for every man. Take your turn, and hope for the best. Rumors have spread about the charms of a Pisces female. She has her negative points, to be sure, but at first glance she's every man's grade school valentine, with maybe just a touch of a Playboy bunny to add some pepper. (does this explain bing wen and all the other weirdos who tried to go after LL?)
Of the Scorpion the site says:
Scorpio is intensely loyal to friends. "Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends." The Scorpio soldier leaps instantly, instinctively, to brave the bullets and drag his buddy to safety. (here i think of jun and wen who like to invite people thinking of running away from home to stay at their house)
The Scorpio's health is typical of his nature. He can destroy his body with excesses, melancholy or hard work. But he can also built it back at will from a critical illness. Scorpios are seldom sick, but when they are, it's usually serious. A long rest and a change of attitude are the best cures. They can't let well enough alone, and of course, they know more than the doctor and all the nurses. The chief areas of attack for germs and accidents are the reproductive organs, the nose, the throat, the heart, spine, back, circulatory system, legs and ankles. Varicose veins and accidents in sports are common. (If you remember, jun and wen are the ones who have suffered the most spine problems, ankle problems, toe problems....)
One of the strangest patterns in astrology is the death of a relative in the family within either a year before or the year after the birth of a Scorpio. And when a Scorpio dies, there will be a birth in the family within the year before or the year after. (this is weird. any scorpio can comfirm this?)
The female Scorpio has a deep, mysterious beauty. She's magnetic, proud and totally confident. But she has one secret regret. She was not born a man. I didn't say she looked like a boy, nor did I intend to imply she doesn't do a bang-up job of being a female. It's just that, unconsciously, she would prefer to be a man. Less restriction-more opportunity. It's the one secret she even hides from herself, and seeing it exposed won't sit well with her.(as i always say, jun looks like a transversite when she wears dresses)
She can be overbearing and domineering, sarcastic and frigid- then turn as hot as an oven at 500 degrees Fahrenheit. She can hate with bitter venom and love with fierce abandon. She can shriek like a furious banshee or whisper like an affectionate turtle dove. (perhaps this explains why the twins are always fighting with each other)
Of the Libra:
Notice the entire effect of the face. It will always wear a markedly pleasant expression. Even when the Libran is angry, somehow he or she will manage to look mild, or at the very least, neutral. Venus voices are typically sweet and clear as a bell, and these people seldom raise them to a shrill or bellowing pitch. A Libran is the only person on earth who can say, "I hate you and I'm going to punch you in the nose," and sound as if he's reciting Browning's "How Do I Love Thee?" (My sister: face of an angel, spawn of the devil)(think of how xinying looks when she is saying things like " i want to kill Miss In. sweet)
She can't seem to make up her fickle mind whether she made a mistake or not. First they'll talk up a storm and monopolize the conversation. Then they'll listen intently, with flattering interest. When others are fighting, theyll play the role of peacemaker, and smooth everyone's ruffled feathers. Then they'll turn right around, deliberately take the other side in discussion, and start an argument for the pure relish of it. (anyone who thinks this does not apply to xinying must be blind and deaf)
The Libra character is made up of equal parts of kindness, gentleness, fairness, plain argumentativeness, stubborn refusal to capitulate, philosophical logic and indecision. It's best to examine these ingredients in detail. The argumentativeness, for instance. A Libran will argue with you about what time it is if he thinks your watch is two seconds off. (With my sister I get this, with xinying, we have experienced this too. recall the xinying vs bao saga)
All that weighing can drive a person simply wild. It can drive the Libran himself into a state of constant indecision. Even the most controlled Venus men and women dislike making instant decisions without taking all the possibilities into consideration. Fairness can be a fetish. (has anyone ever gone shopping with xinying or my sister before?)
It's amusing that Librans will always immediately deny their Indecisiveness. The first thing they'll say when you're describing their Sun sign will be, "I'm not indecisive at all. That's not accurate. It certainly doesn't describe me." (how very true)
Ok, here's what the site says about Sagitarius:
Sagittarius is completely free of malice. He blurts out his shockingly direct speech in total innocence. Don't judge him too harshly. He means well. Not that he needs your sympathy. Under his tactless manner is an extremely clever mind and high standards. His unique combination of wit, intelligence and fiery drive usually brings the archer straight to the winner's circle. Both male and female Sagittarians are oblivious to their own blunt speech. They are truly convinced that they are the most diplomatic souls in the world. In fact, everything they do is done honestly. Pretense and deception appalls them. ( hee hee it's so amusing. somebody who knows me, tell me if this is true)
Look for a fairly large, well-shaped skull and a high, broad forehead. The features will be open and cheerful, inviting friendship and the exchange of ideas, and the movements will normally be rapid. They make wide, sweeping gestures, which may be dramatic and vigorous, but not very graceful. Sagittarius can wave his arms to make a point, and upset the ketchup. He'll stride purposefully forward, head high, and trip over the curbstone. (ahh.. i remember how i once made the whole shelf of hammers collapse in the D.I.Y. store with one toilet sucker)
Sagittarians are normally restless. They hate to sit or stand still. The archer is physically conspicuous, if only through his obvious confidence and his disregard for conventional behavior. He walks as if he's really going somewhere. There's no halting or hesitating. ( me! me! me! so this is why everybody is always asking me why i walk so fast)
What is on the archer's mind and heart is almost instantly on his lips. He's as frank and earnest as a six-year-old. (freudian slips are part of everyday life for me. recall the time i shouted "kao beh kao bu" to some kids with the parents nearby and almost got into trouble. opps!)
High-spirited Jupiter people can't stand to be accused of dishonesty. But after a fiery display of temper, the Sagittarian will feel remorse and make amends. He'll black your eye and put you in the hospital, but he'll shower you with flowers and sympathy the next day. The archer usually speaks and acts first, and considers the consequences later. ( yes i hate liars and i like to whack people up)
Life seldom defeats these people permanently. They believe that tomorrow will be better than yesterday, and today is pretty interesting. Moody spells are gone almost before the clouds have a chance to obscure the sunshine. (yes. it's good to have a bright tomorrow. always look on the bright side of death)
She will probably live alone. Sagittarius girls are very independent, and both sexes have a strange aloofness to family ties. Maybe it's because they travel so much. Even if they only travel to the movies and friends' houses, they're restlessly on the go. (i told you i need to travel)
She pals around with many men. Since she's so scrupulously honest and aboveboard, she may be a little careless of her reputation and contemptuous of the hypocrisy demanded by society. If you question her about it, she'll be plain-spoken. (the time i quarreled with LL over why i wasn't allowed to go to jason's house to play, this is probably what happened)
The typical Jupiter girl has a large appetite. She likes good food and wine, nice clothes, and when she travels, she likes to go first class. Sagittarians are extravagant by nature. The travel bug will always be nearby to give her a case of wandering fever. ( yup so true!)
Sagittarius girls are acutely bored by the confinement of dusting and mopping. No sooner does she make a bed than it gets unmade. Her cooking? Well-you can never tell. Maybe you'd iust better eat out. (refer to blog entry on my stint as a housewife)
The Jupiter girl may go through a tomboy stage, and you'll always be reminding her to "act like a lady". She has her own ideas of what makes "a little lady". It starts out with honesty. Naked, unadorned, brutal honesty. They will refuse to be docile little slaves, meekly obeying every 'parental whim. (my parents found this out the hard way)
Both sexes probably enjoy school. Their multiple-faceted intelligence and great curiosity will make learning a fascinating game, if their bright interest isn't squelched by too much dull, boring routine and too much insistence on strict regulations and rigid study habits. (yup, i was lucky to have had interesting teachers most of the time)
There may be a deep and very serious interest in religion. As they grow older, they'll question dogmas, perhaps change faith and church membership, searching eternally for truth. (there was a time i seriously thought about studying theology in university. i even asked teachers for advise. and i don't go to church because i find most of them too fake)
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
Last night, I watched Hotel Rwanda with LL, jun and wen. It about the genocide in Rwanda and this hotel manager who saved a lot of people. We were quite sickened by the stuff in the show. The Rwanda genocide was one of the great failures of the UN. You all should do a Google on it and read about all the sickening stuff that happened. Maybe somebody can stop such things from happening again.
Monday, February 14, 2005
I went to cut my hair yesterday. When I came home, there was hair all over my clothes. I went to the rabbit cage and shook all the hairy stuff over them. Revenge! Sweet revenge! For all the times they shed their rabbit fur on my clothes.
Walked past Zhonghua secondary school and Yangzheng primary school today. The students walking out from the secondary school had things like roses and balloons in their hands (the girls). Valentine's day is a day of exorbitantly- priced flowers. I'm always amused to see how much people are willing to pay for dying plant parts.
A boy was walking out from the primary school. He was shouting some parting words to a girl. "I wish you good luck when you go to his house later! You can go to bed with him"
Valentine's Day celebrations in secondary schools are apparently more towards the puppy love, romance type while those in primary schools are more physical.
Walked past Zhonghua secondary school and Yangzheng primary school today. The students walking out from the secondary school had things like roses and balloons in their hands (the girls). Valentine's day is a day of exorbitantly- priced flowers. I'm always amused to see how much people are willing to pay for dying plant parts.
A boy was walking out from the primary school. He was shouting some parting words to a girl. "I wish you good luck when you go to his house later! You can go to bed with him"
Valentine's Day celebrations in secondary schools are apparently more towards the puppy love, romance type while those in primary schools are more physical.
Saturday, February 12, 2005
This month, i'm helping out back at AJ. Together with 2 J2 StAJeworks members, I'm mentoring cougar house's representative for the inter-house drama competition on 22Feb.
There's this RI boy in my group who has a classic case of the Lamer's syndrome. I haven't seen a case as serious as this outside of the lame ol' RGS family. Let me tell you some of his lame cracks. You will want to kill somebody.
The guy who typed the script did it with many typos. "Surgery" became "Suregery". R.I.Lamer said, "It's a typo? I thought it was supposed to a a play on words! Like SURE-gery." We all killed him.
The girl who plays the nurse has this line where she says, "I am a Nurse. Can I help you?" R.I.Lamer suggested that she pronounce "a" as "ay". The line would go like this: " I am ay Nurse. Can I help you?" Ay nurse= anus. Get it? We killed him again.
R.I.Lamer plays a dentist who has to pull out some other guy's rotten tooth. He is supposed to examines the tooth and pronounce it rotten. He informed us today that he had a brilliant idea for a new line which goes like this, " I can see the tooth! It's so rotten it's blue. It's a bluetooth!" We didn't allow him to use the line. And killed him again.
Is lameness a contagious disease that originated from the founder of the Raffles Schools? Or did he get it from his happy, gay buddy Mr W. F***quar? This might be a significant historical discovery.
Other than being Lame, RI boy is also weird in other ways. He is allergic to bright lights which worries me because firstly, I might be befriending a vampire and secondly, how is he going to act on stage with all the fiendishly bright stagelights?
Earlier, I took RI boy aside to a sunny spot to help him with his lines while the other mentors worked with the other actors. So it was just the two of us. While he was saying his lines, the sun came out from behind the clouds and he went, " ah! ah! so bright! my eyes are tearing!" Made me a little uneasy. Like I was all alone with a real vampire. No choice but to move to a shady spot. Then, after we had finished working on his lines and were sitting around waiting for the others to call us back to the room, RI boy suddenly asked,
"Do you have my handphone number?"
(my heart was bob-bob-bob-bob. i was wondering if the innnocent little kid was actually a freaky, weird psychopath)
I said, "No. Why?"
He said,"Oh, that's ok then, cos my mother confiscated my phone"
(wah... I phhheeeeeeww. luckily not a psycho)
And the conversation proceeded to more familiar and comfortable grounds.
"Why did she do that?"
"My mother is Anti-ME"
"Oh really. How interesting"
Kids nowadays, some of them are really strange, you know. Funny and rather interesting. But Strange. Very strange.
Then again, who am I to criticise? Anyone who remembers how I went around guzzling ketchup and terrorising children would know that I have no right to call most other people "weird".
There's this RI boy in my group who has a classic case of the Lamer's syndrome. I haven't seen a case as serious as this outside of the lame ol' RGS family. Let me tell you some of his lame cracks. You will want to kill somebody.
The guy who typed the script did it with many typos. "Surgery" became "Suregery". R.I.Lamer said, "It's a typo? I thought it was supposed to a a play on words! Like SURE-gery." We all killed him.
The girl who plays the nurse has this line where she says, "I am a Nurse. Can I help you?" R.I.Lamer suggested that she pronounce "a" as "ay". The line would go like this: " I am ay Nurse. Can I help you?" Ay nurse= anus. Get it? We killed him again.
R.I.Lamer plays a dentist who has to pull out some other guy's rotten tooth. He is supposed to examines the tooth and pronounce it rotten. He informed us today that he had a brilliant idea for a new line which goes like this, " I can see the tooth! It's so rotten it's blue. It's a bluetooth!" We didn't allow him to use the line. And killed him again.
Is lameness a contagious disease that originated from the founder of the Raffles Schools? Or did he get it from his happy, gay buddy Mr W. F***quar? This might be a significant historical discovery.
Other than being Lame, RI boy is also weird in other ways. He is allergic to bright lights which worries me because firstly, I might be befriending a vampire and secondly, how is he going to act on stage with all the fiendishly bright stagelights?
Earlier, I took RI boy aside to a sunny spot to help him with his lines while the other mentors worked with the other actors. So it was just the two of us. While he was saying his lines, the sun came out from behind the clouds and he went, " ah! ah! so bright! my eyes are tearing!" Made me a little uneasy. Like I was all alone with a real vampire. No choice but to move to a shady spot. Then, after we had finished working on his lines and were sitting around waiting for the others to call us back to the room, RI boy suddenly asked,
"Do you have my handphone number?"
(my heart was bob-bob-bob-bob. i was wondering if the innnocent little kid was actually a freaky, weird psychopath)
I said, "No. Why?"
He said,"Oh, that's ok then, cos my mother confiscated my phone"
(wah... I phhheeeeeeww. luckily not a psycho)
And the conversation proceeded to more familiar and comfortable grounds.
"Why did she do that?"
"My mother is Anti-ME"
"Oh really. How interesting"
Kids nowadays, some of them are really strange, you know. Funny and rather interesting. But Strange. Very strange.
Then again, who am I to criticise? Anyone who remembers how I went around guzzling ketchup and terrorising children would know that I have no right to call most other people "weird".
Thursday, February 10, 2005
on the morning of the first day of lunar new year, i woke up at the unearthly hour of 6.30am , had a one hour shower and went to food dist. I could't believe the amount of stuff they were giving the old folks. each person recieved two big bags full of stuff like toilet paper, soy sauce, salt, soft drinks, maggi mee, 3 jars of new year goodies, lots of caned food. it's unhelthy but who cares as it's new year. unlike normal saturdays where the old folk came down to the void deck to collect the stuff, we delivered the goods to the doorstep of every receipient. i went with xinying whose arm almost broke due to the unbelievable weight of canned food. even my fingers almost broke. i couldn't carry more than two bags in one hand. (normally i'm cool with four)
after food dist, i proceeded to my grandmother's house to get hongbao money.
new year is just great. you get to have both money and good food. although the angbao harvest isn't as good this year as in previous years, i'm thankful. I tried to sneak angbaos meant for my absent sister but my mummy strangled them out of me. damn. i was hoping i could have double happiness this year by taking adela's angbaos. now i console myself with the thought that she is facing starvation down under as her homestay auntie's cooking tastes like crap and she has no momey to but good food.
the food this year is as superb as it has always been. teochew people(father's side) make good yusheng and cantonese(me mummy's side) make good vegetarian dishes and tidbits. yesterday, i went to some relatives house where i had tidbits for lunch. stuffing things like bakwa, egg rolls and assorted junk into my mouth. i never thought that you could make a meal of such things.
after food dist, i proceeded to my grandmother's house to get hongbao money.
new year is just great. you get to have both money and good food. although the angbao harvest isn't as good this year as in previous years, i'm thankful. I tried to sneak angbaos meant for my absent sister but my mummy strangled them out of me. damn. i was hoping i could have double happiness this year by taking adela's angbaos. now i console myself with the thought that she is facing starvation down under as her homestay auntie's cooking tastes like crap and she has no momey to but good food.
the food this year is as superb as it has always been. teochew people(father's side) make good yusheng and cantonese(me mummy's side) make good vegetarian dishes and tidbits. yesterday, i went to some relatives house where i had tidbits for lunch. stuffing things like bakwa, egg rolls and assorted junk into my mouth. i never thought that you could make a meal of such things.
Monday, January 31, 2005
I've been a very good housemaid today. almost like a house wife. In the morning, I hung up the clothes to dry. In the afternoon I vacuumed the whole house and then mopped everything twice to make it extra clean. In the late afternoon, I prepared the stuff for cooking dinner. Then I made dinner. I did a gourmet scallop dish that was simply superb. I'll be entering my name for the next Iron Chef. Then I realised that the kitchen floor had become oily from the cooking. so, after washing all the dishes and wiping down all the countertops, I mopped the kitchen floor again. Trice. After dinner, my brother had to go for his music lesson. As my mother is sick, I volunteered to take him there. After his lesson, we were suppossed to get a cab home but the queue was too long. I tried callilng one but comfortcablink could find a cab either. Our absentee father was too busy to drive us home as usual and so we took the train-bus route home. By the time we got home, the little bugger was dog tired and i had missed half of the super funny desperate housewives episode. So after a hard day's work, i'm relaxing through writing therapy here. Mummy's husband just arrived home and i opened the door for the keyless breadwinner instead of ignoring him as usual. He has just settled himself on the sofa and is nagging at me to stop chatting with people on the internet. I am not doing that. I don't like socialising, even virtually. This guy knows nothing about me at all. zero, nada, zilch. (but i know alot about him, esp the internet porn habits)
And so, after a hard day's work this is all the thanks i get. a groundless accusation and some buzzing noises around the ear region. And I haven't even had the time to shower after cooking dinner. (going to shower right after this) But I still look immaculate.
Anybody here watches desperate housewives? you know the redhead housewife who can do everything perfect and looks so perfect but who has issues with her family that doesn't appreciate her? I think I understand her perfectly. so PERFECTly.
And so, after a hard day's work this is all the thanks i get. a groundless accusation and some buzzing noises around the ear region. And I haven't even had the time to shower after cooking dinner. (going to shower right after this) But I still look immaculate.
Anybody here watches desperate housewives? you know the redhead housewife who can do everything perfect and looks so perfect but who has issues with her family that doesn't appreciate her? I think I understand her perfectly. so PERFECTly.
Friday, January 28, 2005
where have i been and what have i been doing?
At home. Cooking and cleaning. I'm a maid! I'm a housewife.
This sucks. I'm going to get out of the house tomorrow and go for a walk. Thank goodness it's saturday tomorrow. I don't have to cook as we'll be going over to my grandmother’s (paternal) place for dinner.
But i'm afraid i'll be quite tied to the home until my maid comes back. my poor grandmother (mother's side) has been having problems with her legs and can't do housework. plus she has to make the new year goodies.
I've been cooped up so long in the house that i think i've quite forgotten how to talk. i don't talk much to people at home. to prevent my brain from rotting i've been working on various pieces of rubbish writing and "art". and of course, doing push ups to release pent up energy.
I tried to persuade my mother to let me go backpacking again. but, again, i failed.
I truly believe that i am wasting my youth. my mother is the type who likes to sit on her ass all the time. very placid and domesticated with no sense of adventure
whatsoever. She thinks i should stay put in this city. maybe learn to drive, bake, sew. Damn! she's been bugging me to learn to drive but i really don't want to. I'm carsick, Hello!
I need to travel. there could be some truth in horoscopes after all. every article i've read about Sagittarius has mentioned this need to travel. Argh, I feel so tied down.
My mother says that when I start working i shall have my own money and can then go on all the tours i like. That's not what I want! I don't want a cushy vacation where you stay in classy hotels and rush from place to place and have meals included. what I want is to wander about in a foreign land, damn the risks. live on a budget. I don't mind sleeping in the streets.
alright, enough about the teenage angst stuff. let's hear about more interesting stuff.
found a few viruses in my computer. rewind to yesterday night.
steven, my father(really? i still can't believe it!) asked me about an attachment.
steven: how come i can't read this attachment? I open the file but the computer can't read it
me: really? what kind of file is it?
steven: don't know
me: who is it from?
steven: dunno. I don't know this sender.
me: damn! it's a virus you abysmally stupid man!
yes, no kidding. all this from the man who claims to be my father. the man who nags me not to download stuff from the internet in case i get a virus.
but there were some other viruses that didn't come from email attachments. once again, i tracked them down to steven's user account. and when i peered into his temporary internet folder, bloody#$!@$! my eyes almost popped out. and that's saying a lot as i see the naked female body everyday in the shower. PURE UNADULTERATED PORN!!! (with these keywords, i bet this site will be getting lotsa hits from guys searching for porno)
Now don't get me wrong. I am not against his being a depraved man. I'm just shocked at how stupid he is. (stupidity is a sin) What's the No. 1 way to download viruses? opening attachments from unknown senders! what's the best way of getting viruses that run automatically when you visit a website? go to a porn site! Who is stupid enough to do both of these things? the man i am supposed to have inherited genes from!
I could have kept quiet. I'm not the big mouth sort. but i really hate stupidity. so when my mother came home this evening.
me: mummy, the computer has been infected with viruses
mum: oh dear!
me: yah. it's the kind that runs itself when you go to some websites
mum: really. that's terrible
me: you know, there's only one kind of website that almost always has this virus
mum: what kind?
me: PORN sites!
and i proceeded to show my mummy all the lurid, HOT WET SEXY AMAZING SHOCKING FF MF MM BDSM KINKY SUCK *&^* F%^& HORNY GIRLS pictures from steven's folder.
evil i am. pure evil.
but when my father came home. my mother didn't talk about the porn at all. just told him the computer had some viruses and that he shouldn't open attachments from people he didn't know. i was too preoccupied with a BBC radio programme to add fuel to the fire, salt to the wound. However, don't start thinking that i'm being nice and sensitive. I might just be saving it for tomorrow when we go to my granny's where all over GOSSIPY relatives will be. Am I Evil? Yes, I am.
On a lighter note, Hubert, my brother is becoming corny. this makes me believe that he really is my brother. I was explaining to him all the names of various soy products.
this one is called tau gua
the one in the soup is tau ki
the one that's like a sponge is tua pok
the kind in sweet syrup is tau huay
the white soft kind is tau hu
the one in the cup is tau huay
and boy was i impressed when he said:
and the one that sings is Taufik!
ahhh.. it is so heartening to see such a feat of corniness from one so young.
* amusing stories from down under
On redheads:
my sister in australia tried to chat up a redhead girl today. (i have a thing for blonds, she goes for the auburn).
here's an excerpt from her email to me:
"tried to chat a redhead up today but she got so shocked that i could
speak english that she ran away"
On fashion:
"haha, one jap has a weird fashion taste. you watch kongfu hustle yet?
he pull down the jeans until can see top part of buttock. obi quack
got scolded by vice principal."
on having small feet:
"today i went to buy a better shoe
shoe price range was $14 or $100-$500 haha, mummy will faint
went to a big store, they don't have my size. miss by 5 inches
went to a mens store...don't have
went to a womens store...don't have
....
finally got it at a kiddie store.. Stupid 5yr white kid keep coming up
to compare feet size."
being a good sister:
"my teacher adviser is a blondie want me to matchmake?"
ahhh.. my disciples are coming along nicely.
At home. Cooking and cleaning. I'm a maid! I'm a housewife.
This sucks. I'm going to get out of the house tomorrow and go for a walk. Thank goodness it's saturday tomorrow. I don't have to cook as we'll be going over to my grandmother’s (paternal) place for dinner.
But i'm afraid i'll be quite tied to the home until my maid comes back. my poor grandmother (mother's side) has been having problems with her legs and can't do housework. plus she has to make the new year goodies.
I've been cooped up so long in the house that i think i've quite forgotten how to talk. i don't talk much to people at home. to prevent my brain from rotting i've been working on various pieces of rubbish writing and "art". and of course, doing push ups to release pent up energy.
I tried to persuade my mother to let me go backpacking again. but, again, i failed.
I truly believe that i am wasting my youth. my mother is the type who likes to sit on her ass all the time. very placid and domesticated with no sense of adventure
whatsoever. She thinks i should stay put in this city. maybe learn to drive, bake, sew. Damn! she's been bugging me to learn to drive but i really don't want to. I'm carsick, Hello!
I need to travel. there could be some truth in horoscopes after all. every article i've read about Sagittarius has mentioned this need to travel. Argh, I feel so tied down.
My mother says that when I start working i shall have my own money and can then go on all the tours i like. That's not what I want! I don't want a cushy vacation where you stay in classy hotels and rush from place to place and have meals included. what I want is to wander about in a foreign land, damn the risks. live on a budget. I don't mind sleeping in the streets.
alright, enough about the teenage angst stuff. let's hear about more interesting stuff.
found a few viruses in my computer. rewind to yesterday night.
steven, my father(really? i still can't believe it!) asked me about an attachment.
steven: how come i can't read this attachment? I open the file but the computer can't read it
me: really? what kind of file is it?
steven: don't know
me: who is it from?
steven: dunno. I don't know this sender.
me: damn! it's a virus you abysmally stupid man!
yes, no kidding. all this from the man who claims to be my father. the man who nags me not to download stuff from the internet in case i get a virus.
but there were some other viruses that didn't come from email attachments. once again, i tracked them down to steven's user account. and when i peered into his temporary internet folder, bloody#$!@$! my eyes almost popped out. and that's saying a lot as i see the naked female body everyday in the shower. PURE UNADULTERATED PORN!!! (with these keywords, i bet this site will be getting lotsa hits from guys searching for porno)
Now don't get me wrong. I am not against his being a depraved man. I'm just shocked at how stupid he is. (stupidity is a sin) What's the No. 1 way to download viruses? opening attachments from unknown senders! what's the best way of getting viruses that run automatically when you visit a website? go to a porn site! Who is stupid enough to do both of these things? the man i am supposed to have inherited genes from!
I could have kept quiet. I'm not the big mouth sort. but i really hate stupidity. so when my mother came home this evening.
me: mummy, the computer has been infected with viruses
mum: oh dear!
me: yah. it's the kind that runs itself when you go to some websites
mum: really. that's terrible
me: you know, there's only one kind of website that almost always has this virus
mum: what kind?
me: PORN sites!
and i proceeded to show my mummy all the lurid, HOT WET SEXY AMAZING SHOCKING FF MF MM BDSM KINKY SUCK *&^* F%^& HORNY GIRLS pictures from steven's folder.
evil i am. pure evil.
but when my father came home. my mother didn't talk about the porn at all. just told him the computer had some viruses and that he shouldn't open attachments from people he didn't know. i was too preoccupied with a BBC radio programme to add fuel to the fire, salt to the wound. However, don't start thinking that i'm being nice and sensitive. I might just be saving it for tomorrow when we go to my granny's where all over GOSSIPY relatives will be. Am I Evil? Yes, I am.
On a lighter note, Hubert, my brother is becoming corny. this makes me believe that he really is my brother. I was explaining to him all the names of various soy products.
this one is called tau gua
the one in the soup is tau ki
the one that's like a sponge is tua pok
the kind in sweet syrup is tau huay
the white soft kind is tau hu
the one in the cup is tau huay
and boy was i impressed when he said:
and the one that sings is Taufik!
ahhh.. it is so heartening to see such a feat of corniness from one so young.
* amusing stories from down under
On redheads:
my sister in australia tried to chat up a redhead girl today. (i have a thing for blonds, she goes for the auburn).
here's an excerpt from her email to me:
"tried to chat a redhead up today but she got so shocked that i could
speak english that she ran away"
On fashion:
"haha, one jap has a weird fashion taste. you watch kongfu hustle yet?
he pull down the jeans until can see top part of buttock. obi quack
got scolded by vice principal."
on having small feet:
"today i went to buy a better shoe
shoe price range was $14 or $100-$500 haha, mummy will faint
went to a big store, they don't have my size. miss by 5 inches
went to a mens store...don't have
went to a womens store...don't have
....
finally got it at a kiddie store.. Stupid 5yr white kid keep coming up
to compare feet size."
being a good sister:
"my teacher adviser is a blondie want me to matchmake?"
ahhh.. my disciples are coming along nicely.
Friday, January 21, 2005
Today, I was finally let out of the house. I took the rabbits downstairs for a walk. I like my meat lean. After dumping the rabbits on the field, I proceeded to ignore them as they tried to jump onto my lap. And the sky was so blue. I had almost forgotten.
After dinner, my grandmother took Hubert and I out to Toa Payoh Central to get groceries. Seems like she'll only let me go out when she needs free labour. I think this period of time might have been more stressful for her than I thought. With my parents abroad, maid gone home and me sick, she's been doing most of the work.
Here's why I think she might have finally lost it. It also gives you some idea about how much I had to carry. She bought vegetables. 4 bags of celery, 3 bags of big leafy stuff, 2 bags of small leafy stuff, 2 boxes of dou miao, 2 packs of french beans, 2 packs of baby corn, 2 ears of corn, 2 packs of baby corn, 2 boxes of pea pods, 1 bag of 10 tomatoes, 1 bittergourd, 1 yellow mellon thing, 1 cabbage, 1 head of lettuce, 1 big brocolli and some more green stuff that I can't remember. She is obviously overestimating how much we and the rabbits can eat. Is it stress? I had a hell of a time trying to pack everything into the vegetable compartment of our fridge which is saying something as it is a big fridge. The top of the lettuce got chopped off by the fridge door when I tried to close the vegetable drawer. At that point, there were anout 2 more bags of green stuff still not packed in. I rearranged everything and tried again. I don't give up easily but when the tomatoes began to look a little like what you find on spaghetti I realised I was fighting a losing battle. I solved the problem by stuffing all the greeen stuff that wouldn't fit into the main compartment of the fridge. Then, I held everything back with one hand, counted to three and slammed the door shut as I retracted the hand with superhuman speed.
You know the TV advert that tells you how one serving of vegetables is about 1 cup? I swear I have the vegetable equilvalent of about 20 litres in my fridge.
Now, don't laugh. Seriously. I need to know if eating too much green stuff will make a person turn green. The situation here is not vegetarian,it's far worse. (there's a difference between "no meat" and "all veggies")
After dinner, my grandmother took Hubert and I out to Toa Payoh Central to get groceries. Seems like she'll only let me go out when she needs free labour. I think this period of time might have been more stressful for her than I thought. With my parents abroad, maid gone home and me sick, she's been doing most of the work.
Here's why I think she might have finally lost it. It also gives you some idea about how much I had to carry. She bought vegetables. 4 bags of celery, 3 bags of big leafy stuff, 2 bags of small leafy stuff, 2 boxes of dou miao, 2 packs of french beans, 2 packs of baby corn, 2 ears of corn, 2 packs of baby corn, 2 boxes of pea pods, 1 bag of 10 tomatoes, 1 bittergourd, 1 yellow mellon thing, 1 cabbage, 1 head of lettuce, 1 big brocolli and some more green stuff that I can't remember. She is obviously overestimating how much we and the rabbits can eat. Is it stress? I had a hell of a time trying to pack everything into the vegetable compartment of our fridge which is saying something as it is a big fridge. The top of the lettuce got chopped off by the fridge door when I tried to close the vegetable drawer. At that point, there were anout 2 more bags of green stuff still not packed in. I rearranged everything and tried again. I don't give up easily but when the tomatoes began to look a little like what you find on spaghetti I realised I was fighting a losing battle. I solved the problem by stuffing all the greeen stuff that wouldn't fit into the main compartment of the fridge. Then, I held everything back with one hand, counted to three and slammed the door shut as I retracted the hand with superhuman speed.
You know the TV advert that tells you how one serving of vegetables is about 1 cup? I swear I have the vegetable equilvalent of about 20 litres in my fridge.
Now, don't laugh. Seriously. I need to know if eating too much green stuff will make a person turn green. The situation here is not vegetarian,it's far worse. (there's a difference between "no meat" and "all veggies")
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
I'm practically under house arrest. I can't go out. I can't go down. I can't do anything except eat, read, write, and sleep. Luckily, there's always that surreal, kaleidoscopic world of imagination to wander about in. One thing I learnt last night before I fell asleep is that there is a subtle but significant difference between letting you mind wander and wandering in your mind.
* At this point, the reader who has just left JC is advised NOT TO CONTINUE as they may find following content highly disturbing. The blogger accepts no responsibility whatsoever for any harm caused to mental health that may result from UNWISE disregard of this warning. However, readers who do not fit the above description may safely continue as the following will probably be quite boring to you anyway.
As I tried to fall asleep last night, my utterly bored mind decided that it wanted to go for a walk. So I let it. What I didn't realise was that it was going to take a walk inside itself.
You see, it is perfectly safe to wander about in an imaginary world. Such a world is outside of yourself or maybe made up of bits of your subconscious that really have no real significance. It is, however, simply not safe to poke around your own mind. There are places in there that should be kept locked up and the key melted down and made into something else. If you've watched films like Dreamcatcher or read books like Hannibal which talk about the Memory Place, you'd know what I'm talking about. Imagine a place like a house or castle or file cabinet where all your thoughts and memories are kept. When you want to see your old schoolteacher, you can go into the castle for example, walk to the door marked childhood school memories and there your teacher will be, explaining the difference between solid and liquid just as she used to.
So I wandered in this place which I thought was Imagination. But no. Unfortunately, I had forgotten to write the sign on the door and lock it up. Pure laziness. So I went in and guess what I found?
Behind the door a medium sized hall. Non air-conditioned. The ceiling very high. Grey tables and chairs arranged in neat rows. Large pasar malam type fans at various places. At each table sat a student frantically writing, scratching his/her head or just plain staring at the lofty ceiling in desperation. The EXAM HALL. Just like I remembered it was on the day of the Econs 'A' Level Exam.
I saw myself scribbling frantically. I heard myself hoping that my made up explanations would somehow uncannily hit on the answer, all the while knowing it was bullshit.
And then the tidal wave of fear hit. The memory of anxiety. I'd almost forgotten. Kicked it into a corner and pretended that everything had ended when the exams had concluded. But it's not true. I still don't know the results although I seriously think there won't be any As on the dreaded slip of paper.
I guess most of you A level takers have also put the exams behind you. But now, sneakily I should think I have unlocked the door in your memory place labelled "I am so going to fail the As!". HAH! Aren't you scared now? Don't you remember how you failed to answer the question? Don't you recall how you realised that you got the multiple choice questions all wrong because where everyone had put "A" you had answered "C"? Your bowels are clenching in fear aren't they? You AREN'T going to do well, you know. It's going to be a permanent stain on your academic records. Really. It is very, very possible.
So you see, the mind is not a safe place to wander in and I do serious apologise if this unsettling account has unsettled you and made you remember that the worst of the 'A' levels is not over.
Don't blame me. I did warn you and you chose to ignore it. Curiosity may not kill but there are certain things that you really shouldn't be curious about for you own psychological well-being.
I hope you sleep well tonight.
* At this point, the reader who has just left JC is advised NOT TO CONTINUE as they may find following content highly disturbing. The blogger accepts no responsibility whatsoever for any harm caused to mental health that may result from UNWISE disregard of this warning. However, readers who do not fit the above description may safely continue as the following will probably be quite boring to you anyway.
As I tried to fall asleep last night, my utterly bored mind decided that it wanted to go for a walk. So I let it. What I didn't realise was that it was going to take a walk inside itself.
You see, it is perfectly safe to wander about in an imaginary world. Such a world is outside of yourself or maybe made up of bits of your subconscious that really have no real significance. It is, however, simply not safe to poke around your own mind. There are places in there that should be kept locked up and the key melted down and made into something else. If you've watched films like Dreamcatcher or read books like Hannibal which talk about the Memory Place, you'd know what I'm talking about. Imagine a place like a house or castle or file cabinet where all your thoughts and memories are kept. When you want to see your old schoolteacher, you can go into the castle for example, walk to the door marked childhood school memories and there your teacher will be, explaining the difference between solid and liquid just as she used to.
So I wandered in this place which I thought was Imagination. But no. Unfortunately, I had forgotten to write the sign on the door and lock it up. Pure laziness. So I went in and guess what I found?
Behind the door a medium sized hall. Non air-conditioned. The ceiling very high. Grey tables and chairs arranged in neat rows. Large pasar malam type fans at various places. At each table sat a student frantically writing, scratching his/her head or just plain staring at the lofty ceiling in desperation. The EXAM HALL. Just like I remembered it was on the day of the Econs 'A' Level Exam.
I saw myself scribbling frantically. I heard myself hoping that my made up explanations would somehow uncannily hit on the answer, all the while knowing it was bullshit.
And then the tidal wave of fear hit. The memory of anxiety. I'd almost forgotten. Kicked it into a corner and pretended that everything had ended when the exams had concluded. But it's not true. I still don't know the results although I seriously think there won't be any As on the dreaded slip of paper.
I guess most of you A level takers have also put the exams behind you. But now, sneakily I should think I have unlocked the door in your memory place labelled "I am so going to fail the As!". HAH! Aren't you scared now? Don't you remember how you failed to answer the question? Don't you recall how you realised that you got the multiple choice questions all wrong because where everyone had put "A" you had answered "C"? Your bowels are clenching in fear aren't they? You AREN'T going to do well, you know. It's going to be a permanent stain on your academic records. Really. It is very, very possible.
So you see, the mind is not a safe place to wander in and I do serious apologise if this unsettling account has unsettled you and made you remember that the worst of the 'A' levels is not over.
Don't blame me. I did warn you and you chose to ignore it. Curiosity may not kill but there are certain things that you really shouldn't be curious about for you own psychological well-being.
I hope you sleep well tonight.
Saturday, January 15, 2005
Still sick.
The cough disappered for two days only to return yesterday. It's now an asthmatic type of cough and I had to use the inhaler last night. Had to turn down another invitation to lunch with the Family. The coughing really makes me feel shitty. The tummy area around where abs are supposed to be has suffered most terribly. Feels likes someone made me to do a thousand sit ups last night and then kicked me in the guts. Damn is coughing a strenuous activity.
Having been confined at home for the past two weeks, (not counting bringing hubert to yamaha on monday) I haven't seen anyone except my grandmother, brother, maid and the doctor. Wonder what's happening in the world out there. Boon says on her blog that jun is in hong kong. When did that happen? Xinying is easier to keep track of as she regularly posts the soppy events of her melodramatic life on her blog.
My energy level has been very low. This is the first time in days that I've enough energy to use the computer.
The doctor has put me on my third course of antibiotics. The pill is bright yellow and supposed to be a very strong japanese brand. Doctor appeared perplexed by my illness and asked if I have recently visited anyone in hospital. I think he suppects I've got some new superbug as the past 3 bottle of cough medicine and 2 antibiotics haven't worked. If this new course of medicine doesn't work, I'm going to check myself into hospital and let them pump me full of all the antibiotics in the world.
Even as I am suffering and lying on my death bed, my parents and sister are having a great time down under. The asshole of a sister just emailed me pictures of the huge lobsters and scallops they are eating. She put her soft toy next to the lobsters for scale comparison and boy are they big!
The evening before I got the asthmatic cough, I took adela's rabbits down for a run. (irony of it all, the very creatures I want to eat). This boy, one of her friends came up to me and said, " Adela, what happened to you? Why you look so pale?" I looked up at the strange kid and it was some moments before he realised his mistake and scuttled away. Blind children people have nowadays. He was right about the pale part though, being cooped up at home and out of the sun has caused me to become even fairer than I was before. And the sickness contributes an interesting greenish pallor to the overall dead creature look.
The cough disappered for two days only to return yesterday. It's now an asthmatic type of cough and I had to use the inhaler last night. Had to turn down another invitation to lunch with the Family. The coughing really makes me feel shitty. The tummy area around where abs are supposed to be has suffered most terribly. Feels likes someone made me to do a thousand sit ups last night and then kicked me in the guts. Damn is coughing a strenuous activity.
Having been confined at home for the past two weeks, (not counting bringing hubert to yamaha on monday) I haven't seen anyone except my grandmother, brother, maid and the doctor. Wonder what's happening in the world out there. Boon says on her blog that jun is in hong kong. When did that happen? Xinying is easier to keep track of as she regularly posts the soppy events of her melodramatic life on her blog.
My energy level has been very low. This is the first time in days that I've enough energy to use the computer.
The doctor has put me on my third course of antibiotics. The pill is bright yellow and supposed to be a very strong japanese brand. Doctor appeared perplexed by my illness and asked if I have recently visited anyone in hospital. I think he suppects I've got some new superbug as the past 3 bottle of cough medicine and 2 antibiotics haven't worked. If this new course of medicine doesn't work, I'm going to check myself into hospital and let them pump me full of all the antibiotics in the world.
Even as I am suffering and lying on my death bed, my parents and sister are having a great time down under. The asshole of a sister just emailed me pictures of the huge lobsters and scallops they are eating. She put her soft toy next to the lobsters for scale comparison and boy are they big!
The evening before I got the asthmatic cough, I took adela's rabbits down for a run. (irony of it all, the very creatures I want to eat). This boy, one of her friends came up to me and said, " Adela, what happened to you? Why you look so pale?" I looked up at the strange kid and it was some moments before he realised his mistake and scuttled away. Blind children people have nowadays. He was right about the pale part though, being cooped up at home and out of the sun has caused me to become even fairer than I was before. And the sickness contributes an interesting greenish pallor to the overall dead creature look.
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
In case anyone wants to know, the company that I worked for and quitted puts up many, many job ads everyday. They pretend to be crowd control, events coordinator, music lovers or ask you if you like to watch movies. It's all the same company and you can tell because the contact number is the same for at least 2 ads on the same day: 67440382 or something like that. They give different names but they are all the same person. Beware.
My throat and cough got worse. Yesterday evening, I brought Hubert to his music class at yamaha at plaza singapura. I also walked over to orchard library to return books. Popo says that I kenna the wind and re-caught a chill. Damn. So now my throat is swollen again and it hurts to swallow. And I couldn't meet up with LL, boy and doggy. I think I've got a superbug. The kind that can't be killed by most antibiotics. I'm going to die soon. No flowers at the funeral please. I'm an environmentalist.
My throat and cough got worse. Yesterday evening, I brought Hubert to his music class at yamaha at plaza singapura. I also walked over to orchard library to return books. Popo says that I kenna the wind and re-caught a chill. Damn. So now my throat is swollen again and it hurts to swallow. And I couldn't meet up with LL, boy and doggy. I think I've got a superbug. The kind that can't be killed by most antibiotics. I'm going to die soon. No flowers at the funeral please. I'm an environmentalist.
Monday, January 10, 2005
i'm still sick. bloody. the germ was either resistant or immune to the first two types of cough medicines and the first antibiotic. so i'm now on a different antibiotic and my third bottle of cough medicine. tastes like shit. I hate salty-sweet and stinky syrups. bleah!
Adela has gone off to perth, mummy and steven with her. I'm the king of the castle. My subjects: brother, grandmother and maid. I had a great idea last night. I'm going to push adela's bed together with mine and i'll have the biggest bed in the house! Life would be good if not for the cough that won't go away.
Adela has gone off to perth, mummy and steven with her. I'm the king of the castle. My subjects: brother, grandmother and maid. I had a great idea last night. I'm going to push adela's bed together with mine and i'll have the biggest bed in the house! Life would be good if not for the cough that won't go away.
Friday, January 07, 2005
the middle eastern governments have been the stingiest with their pledges to help the tsunami-hit countries. Some islamic clerics are claiming that the tsunami was sent to punish the people in the beach resorts. Quote: We know that at these resorts, which unfortunately exist in Islamic and other countries in South Asia, and especially at Christmas, fornication and sexual perversion of all kinds are rampant... The fact that it(the tsunami) happened at this particular time is a sign from Allah"
Note how they tried to link "Christmas" with "fornication and sexual perversion"
Why not link "Arabs" with "hypocrisy"?
Remember the time before the disaster? when the arabs had all these fatwas etc calling out to "muslim brothers" to come together to fight the "western evil"?
Now, their "brothers" are suffering. Do they help? No. Instead they say it's divine punishment. Anybody from Indonesia or Malaysia who goes over to join the so called islamic jihad after this would be a prime idiot.
Arabs are just too too oily.
Note how they tried to link "Christmas" with "fornication and sexual perversion"
Why not link "Arabs" with "hypocrisy"?
Remember the time before the disaster? when the arabs had all these fatwas etc calling out to "muslim brothers" to come together to fight the "western evil"?
Now, their "brothers" are suffering. Do they help? No. Instead they say it's divine punishment. Anybody from Indonesia or Malaysia who goes over to join the so called islamic jihad after this would be a prime idiot.
Arabs are just too too oily.
I'm sick like a dead cat.
The person at the old fucking cheat money company passed it to me and i'm still sick one week later. Bloody.
Today is the first day I can talk. I've been missing out on so many things. Couldn't even go for the farewell lunch they had for the boys.
sucks sucks sucks. my body is overloaded with medicines. I think i'm going to die of drug overdose.
adela and my parents are flying off to perth on sunday to get the little bugger settled down. I have to get better by then or else there will be nobody to fuss over me. and i have to help look after hubert too.
The person at the old fucking cheat money company passed it to me and i'm still sick one week later. Bloody.
Today is the first day I can talk. I've been missing out on so many things. Couldn't even go for the farewell lunch they had for the boys.
sucks sucks sucks. my body is overloaded with medicines. I think i'm going to die of drug overdose.
adela and my parents are flying off to perth on sunday to get the little bugger settled down. I have to get better by then or else there will be nobody to fuss over me. and i have to help look after hubert too.
Sunday, January 02, 2005
New Year, New Start.
How much has changed?
In terms of the person, not much.
With regards to the circunstance, quite a bit.
New Year's Eve was my first real day at work. It was also my last.
By 8am, the hundred over employees of that small branch of the huge MNC was gathered in a small office space in Aljunied. They started playing games and doing motivational cheers. Normal orientation type games like the one were the leader says get into groups of 5 and there's a messy scramble. The way they played it, however, wasn't so normal. It was violent and not a little cruel. Puching a shoving. People falling and getting crushed. In a small room packed with so many, it's not funny. And the cheers and songs to get people motivated. Such things are normal during orientation but these people do this every day. I started to feel like I was in the wrong place.
Then I went out with my leader and a member of the team to Tiong Bahru. We had to sell those "charity" coupons again. The leader, an Indian woman told me how to reassure the "customers" that all the money would go to the charity. We had to "pitch" the "product" to them. This leader's pitch didn't sound honest to me. She would tell people that we were teachers from a school for poor children trying to raise money for our students. At the end of the day, we went to Macs to sit down and count the "donations". Then, the leader took 20% of the money from the booklet of tickets I sold and gave to it me as my pay.
An uncomfortable feeling. Like guilt.
I had smiled at and talked to about 300 people that day. I really hate smiling and talking to people. I'm not friendly by nature. Interupting people eating at coffeeshops and rushing home after shooping didn't quite tickle my fancy. And to think that I had lied without knowing it. Only 80% of the money was going to the charity. And who knows how much the leader and the manager will deduct of of that 80% for themselves.
I was so depressed, I went to Wen's house after that. Jun was out and the house was dark and quite. We switched on the Christmas Tree lights and I sat in front of it. It helped. Wen tried to cheer me up and encouraged me to quit. Suddenly, her older sister came down the stairs and I thought she was a ghost cos I didn't know there was anybody else in the house. I was still feeling not so good, like a tummy ache in the stomach of the conscience, so Wen lent me a book to read. Then I felt better.
The big sister drove us to bugis in her car. Cool driver. Like sitting in a crazy racecar driver vehicle. Not very safe but a lot of fun. I wasn't back to my normal self yet so I was very quiet and stared out of the window thinking of evil MNCs. Wen was going clubbing. Amusing the way she was trying not to let me know. Consciously or subconsciously I don't know. When asked where she was going, "to meet my friend" "to meet cheryl". Then the sister asked, "are you going to zouk or warehouse(something like that. is there really such a place)" Funny Kid, Wen.
On New Year's Day. I went to food distribution and met Xinying and Sharmaine. Nice seeing Xinying again. We haven't met up since the end of As, I think. We are good friends who are not interested in the same things. Except maybe food.
Then I went home.
In the evening, Steven came home with my new nice, nice black iPod. A late birthday present.
Now I'm happy again.
The equation:
+Job
+Lies
+Friend
-Job
+Community Service
+Friend
+iPod
=Friends + Community Service + iPod.
Ha! I win!
How much has changed?
In terms of the person, not much.
With regards to the circunstance, quite a bit.
New Year's Eve was my first real day at work. It was also my last.
By 8am, the hundred over employees of that small branch of the huge MNC was gathered in a small office space in Aljunied. They started playing games and doing motivational cheers. Normal orientation type games like the one were the leader says get into groups of 5 and there's a messy scramble. The way they played it, however, wasn't so normal. It was violent and not a little cruel. Puching a shoving. People falling and getting crushed. In a small room packed with so many, it's not funny. And the cheers and songs to get people motivated. Such things are normal during orientation but these people do this every day. I started to feel like I was in the wrong place.
Then I went out with my leader and a member of the team to Tiong Bahru. We had to sell those "charity" coupons again. The leader, an Indian woman told me how to reassure the "customers" that all the money would go to the charity. We had to "pitch" the "product" to them. This leader's pitch didn't sound honest to me. She would tell people that we were teachers from a school for poor children trying to raise money for our students. At the end of the day, we went to Macs to sit down and count the "donations". Then, the leader took 20% of the money from the booklet of tickets I sold and gave to it me as my pay.
An uncomfortable feeling. Like guilt.
I had smiled at and talked to about 300 people that day. I really hate smiling and talking to people. I'm not friendly by nature. Interupting people eating at coffeeshops and rushing home after shooping didn't quite tickle my fancy. And to think that I had lied without knowing it. Only 80% of the money was going to the charity. And who knows how much the leader and the manager will deduct of of that 80% for themselves.
I was so depressed, I went to Wen's house after that. Jun was out and the house was dark and quite. We switched on the Christmas Tree lights and I sat in front of it. It helped. Wen tried to cheer me up and encouraged me to quit. Suddenly, her older sister came down the stairs and I thought she was a ghost cos I didn't know there was anybody else in the house. I was still feeling not so good, like a tummy ache in the stomach of the conscience, so Wen lent me a book to read. Then I felt better.
The big sister drove us to bugis in her car. Cool driver. Like sitting in a crazy racecar driver vehicle. Not very safe but a lot of fun. I wasn't back to my normal self yet so I was very quiet and stared out of the window thinking of evil MNCs. Wen was going clubbing. Amusing the way she was trying not to let me know. Consciously or subconsciously I don't know. When asked where she was going, "to meet my friend" "to meet cheryl". Then the sister asked, "are you going to zouk or warehouse(something like that. is there really such a place)" Funny Kid, Wen.
On New Year's Day. I went to food distribution and met Xinying and Sharmaine. Nice seeing Xinying again. We haven't met up since the end of As, I think. We are good friends who are not interested in the same things. Except maybe food.
Then I went home.
In the evening, Steven came home with my new nice, nice black iPod. A late birthday present.
Now I'm happy again.
The equation:
+Job
+Lies
+Friend
-Job
+Community Service
+Friend
+iPod
=Friends + Community Service + iPod.
Ha! I win!
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
I have a job now. It's some event coordinator thing. I'm supposed to do various jobs depending on what projects the company has. Not really enjoyable but I'm doing it for the money. Today, I went for job observation where I went with a full-time employee to see what the job was about. We had to sell charity tickets. So sad. Me. Tickets. Sales. Things that don't really go together. And I tried to be a friendly little bugger. That's why I got the job. I am a good actress. Planning to work until I have enough money to last me till university. Then, I'll quit and pick up slacking where I left off.
Monday, December 27, 2004
I will conclude the abuabugigigaga story since no one else is contributing.
Final part by Audrey
Mrs Abuabugigigaga! The wife he had left in Iraq all those years ago!
Once, he had been happily married and lived a quite, contented life in rural Iraq. Then, They had come. They had taken him away and questioned him. Beaten him. Tortured him. Kicked the lights out of him. The secret police had suspected him of being a member of the underground resistance working to topple Hussien's "goverment"(everyone knew it was a sham. Hussien was a dictator. When they had done with him, they had deported him from the only home he had ever known and banned him from ever returning on pain of death.
Left without a husband, Mrs Abuabugigigaga had been unable to travel out of the country as she had no other male relatives. (Women could only travel outside their homes with a male relative or risk being arrested)
So, how was it that his beloved Mrs Abuabugigigaga was standing here, right before his eyes? As he hugged his wife, Mr Abuabugigigaga saw the words under the wrapping paper of the box :Fedex. We live to deliver.
Only Fedex can deliver anything anywhere in the world within the shortest time imaginable.
THE END
Final part by Audrey
Mrs Abuabugigigaga! The wife he had left in Iraq all those years ago!
Once, he had been happily married and lived a quite, contented life in rural Iraq. Then, They had come. They had taken him away and questioned him. Beaten him. Tortured him. Kicked the lights out of him. The secret police had suspected him of being a member of the underground resistance working to topple Hussien's "goverment"(everyone knew it was a sham. Hussien was a dictator. When they had done with him, they had deported him from the only home he had ever known and banned him from ever returning on pain of death.
Left without a husband, Mrs Abuabugigigaga had been unable to travel out of the country as she had no other male relatives. (Women could only travel outside their homes with a male relative or risk being arrested)
So, how was it that his beloved Mrs Abuabugigigaga was standing here, right before his eyes? As he hugged his wife, Mr Abuabugigigaga saw the words under the wrapping paper of the box :Fedex. We live to deliver.
Only Fedex can deliver anything anywhere in the world within the shortest time imaginable.
THE END
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