Our own instruments!
xiao jing teng VS aska yang zhong wei
Bong singing her fav jolin songs
Fangers the star
Group shot~
Singing jay chou’s “listen to mummy”
More videos taken.. can use to blackmail them.. muahahaha
It’s amazing how I haven’t felt bored at all these 2 days, doing almost absolutely nothing but eat and sleep. I’ve finally re-discovered the joy of just lazing around in bed, resting my body, closing my eyes, listening to music. Even without my radio, I can lie on my bed for hours, drifting in and out of dreamland. And happily enough, I even managed to catch Gary Caoge’s ‘live’ concert at imm on Sunday. Well, sort of. I heard him singing, I heard them cheering, but I was lying in the comfort of my bed. Haha. If not for my room being so much higher (and thus seeing only the rooftop), I’d have used binoculars to catch him in action!
And during the few waking hours when I’m out of bed, I did some reading up of MVP.. ha.. it’s no fun at all! Some patients have to stay away from caffeine (which includes chocolates!).. and to avoid sugar.. (which includes chocs yet again!) there’re lots of changes to lifestyles.. the only one that I like is.. TAKE AFTERNOON SNACKS. Haha. Yahoo~ oh well.. but I guess those are only for patients with serious conditions of MVP. Even if I test positive, I shouldn’t have any big lifestyle changes coz it hasn’t affected me too much in any manner. ^_^ oh but I can use it as an excuse to take tones of afternoon snacks! Heh~
Either that, or it’s what university life has done to me. I had maintained a sick-less record from primary 5, all the way until I entered uni. Then, I started falling sick once a semester. And in the recent 3 years, it always has something to do with throat infections and losing my voice.
I have always believed in my brother’s capabilities. He proved it once again. Congrats~~~ ^_^
(and I am so happy to be the first one in the family to be around when he received the news =P)
And we finally met. Almost 5 years after we got to know each other, we finally saw each other physically. And it sure doesn’t feel like we have never met before. Not just another virtual friend. It started off as a good friend’s friend. Then, we discovered we had more common friends. And for some reason, he was there to provide a ‘listening ear’, to comfort me and to give good advice during some really tough periods of my life. Like God’s providence. After so many years of online friendship, mr Andy finally made it back home. And I had the honor of meeting him before his family did! Haha. Hope you don’t melt too much in
It was nice having kor coming by to have a chat with me… trying to fulfil his duties as a bro, I see. Haha. And stephie dropped by
Today, fangers and I submitted an application. I’m praying so hard we’d get accepted. I am itching so badly to go shopping at those mega factory outlets once again. Results will be out in 2-3 weeks’ time. Hope it’d be good news! >.<
I know I probably shocked the life out of fangers, to burst out in tears. She even had to do my work for me, coz I couldn’t see anything with those tears in my eyes. And each person that came to talk to me, would trigger the tears again. A thousand apologies to the salespersons, the friends around, and even the people on the MRT train.. everyone who were caught unaware with my sudden tearing and my swollen red eyes. I can’t help it. Every time I think about it.. I just feel very sad. I can’t even do any work. Can’t do anything. I thought that running would induce some happy endorphins in me, but I ended up crying on the treadmill. Fangers told chaota I suffered something worse than a breakup. Yes, it seems like it. It will take me some time to recover from the shock… but I will.
Who’d have expected, that a short conversation would reap such emotions in all of us? Who’d have known.. who’d have guessed.. who’d have wanted such news?
To a bystander, the main concern to me should be whether that’s the end of my future. But that’s like the last thing on my head. Come to think of it, each person that walked out of the room, had different emotions. Overjoyed, Excited, Calm, Anger, Disappointment, Uncertainty, Spacing out.. and i.. just broke down the moment I stepped out of the room. I’m glad I stated that I have only 20minutes to spare, so my agony was shortened. And I was able to hold my emotions until I stepped out. But in order to do that, I only managed to say ‘hello’ when I stepped in, and nothing else until the end of the meeting. When asked for opinions, I just nodded. There was so much I wanted to say, but I just couldn’t, coz I knew that the moment I said anything, I’d lose my control. I’ve never expected any conversations with him to rouse such strong emotions. It really never crossed my mind that he’d ever say such things to me. Things were working so wonderfully. Weren’t they? Why do good things never last? Why am I not given more time to learn and to build this relationship? I was so looking forward to it.. I had told myself that I would learn as much as I can from this model here.. but now.. the chance is taken away. No more.
It may seem so surreal, how I had initially approached E, but got sidetracked and found someone else to replace. Someone that I later found was better. And now, due to circumstances, I’m going back to E. It’s been an amazing 2 years I’ve had.. he promises the calls and the emails.. but it’s never gonna be the same again. Ever.
Finally, it’s over. What a scare of a lifetime. I was so prepared, having read through my slides a million times, and even got Lin to help me with the preparations. (thanks gal). This morning, boss L (ok, this sounds like Death Note.. haha) helped me with a final rehearsal. The moment I stood up to talk, all the rehearsals and scripts became nothing. I got all tongue-tied and gibberish just kept flowing out of my mouth. Bleah. Just a rehearsal with my very-nice-boss also like that. Lucky he was really very encouraging, and we spent an hour perfecting my slides.
Fangers was so accommodating, to go for an early lunch with me. Being the kiasu me, I wanted to be back half an hr before my presentation started at 1pm. Haha.. I think I am the hardest person to get along with.. must accommodate my timing, must accommodate my food cravings, must accommodate my complains and whining about how stressed I am.
So.. 1pm finally came. And left. I know my tongue got tied a million times during the presentation, I know I answered some questions like a dumb dumb. But I truly enjoyed the session. Stressful as it was, being a meeting with the director himself (and 2 others), I got a whole lot of very useful feedback from them too. Indeed, they asked a lot of questions that set me thinking. Then there was the debate amongst the profs themselves. And.. the proposal from my boss to give me that other project. Which was led by a direct rejection by E. boohoohoo. But I guess they know better. I should not aim too high and juggle so many things. They mean the best for me. Besides all the critical questioning, I must say that they were very encouraging. Ultimately, they weren’t there to put me down, but to help me build a strong building. And the fact that they said the project looks exciting and interesting, meant a lot to me.
Then there were the fun things during the meeting, such as the realization of the “déjà vu” thingie… of what E did to L, and now what L is doing to fangers and
It just seems too unreachable.Yesterday, was the day I had another 2 presentations lined up for me. I left home at 9am, hoping to reach school early to prepare for the 10am presentation. It must have been the rain, for buses were much more packed than usual, and I missed 3 buses. I managed to squeeze onto the 4th 188 that came along at 930am. I was balancing on the steps of the bus, lugging my file and laptop. I took out my wallet to tap my EZlink card. But the wallet just had to slip out of my hand and drop onto the floor. Onto my feet. Because the bus was making a turn, I decided to wait til it stopped at the next busstop before I bent down to collect my wallet. When the bus stopped, an auntie in front of me bent down, shuffled her plastic bag and ran out of the bus. When I looked down, my wallet was gone! Just before the bus driver closed the door, I suddenly stepped out of the bus to chase after the auntie. She had run into an office building, and I followed her in. I found her shuffling around with her handbag and plastic bag. When I asked her for my wallet, she opened up her plastic bag to say that there was nothing. Then she shouted some stuff in hokkien (which I cannot understand) and ran into the lift. Before I could react and ask to check her handbag, the lift door had already closed. I couldn’t see which level she went to, for there were other people in the lift. I walked out of the building feeling all so unlucky. For a moment, I wondered if the wallet could have been still on the bus. Dismissed that thought as I remembered double checking the floor, I went back into the building. The directory of the offices was so long! 8 levels, but multiple companies. I didn’t know where to start from, so I anyhow pressed ‘level 5’ in the lift. There was another guy in the lift, and I asked if he happened to know which level had a auntie working there. When he found out about my incident, he recommended I go to level7 to report to the management there. So there was one main office that manages the building. Holding some hopes, I told the 3 ladies in the office about what happened. After some discussion, they decided that there were too many aunties that fit my description, and they couldn’t do anything about it. So I left my number with them and left. Leaving the building for a second time, I went back to the busstop, and realized I couldn’t go to school. Coz I had no EZlink card. And no money. Lucky I had a phone, and called my mum to come pick me up. While waiting for her, I saw an uncle waiting for the lift at the lobby, and decided to try my luck to see if he knows any auntie of his age. He didn’t, but was helpful in bringing me up a few levels to find some other cleaners that may know the auntie. I talked to so many people, who were all so helpful in helping to narrow down the list of possible candidates. I ended up with 2 malay cleaners who suggested I wait at the entrance of the building, for there is only 1 entrance to that place. By that time, my mum had already arrived. Thanks to bong, I managed to get the numbers of all the banks and stuff to cancel all my cards. And my group mates who took over my place for the presentation. I called the police, and they told me they could check out the CCTV. Then the cleaner had to tell me that the cctv in that building is not working. And the security guard had quit recently. What luck! After a lot of discussion with the police, they decided to come down to search the building. While waiting for the police, suddenly one of the cleaners called me over. She was pushing a cleaning trolley, with buckets and all. “the auntie”, she said, and pointed to the trolley. SO I thought she wanted me to check that trolley to see if the auntie kept my wallet there. Then I realized, she was using the trolley to block the lift door, coz the auntie was standing in the lift! Then suddenly I wasn’t too sure if it was her. Height, hair, dressing seemed similar. But hair color was abit different from what I remembered. So I asked the auntie what bus she took to work this morning. “188”, she replied. Then I asked her if she came to work at about 930, then she started shouting a whole lot of stuff in hokkien. That’s when I recognized her. But I couldn’t understand what she was saying. I wanted to tell her that the police were on their way, but if she returned my wallet, I could drop the matter. But she just kept shouting at me in that foreign language, and the 2 malay cleaners also couldn’t help. Luckily, my mum was around and she came in to talk to the auntie. And they both ended up shouting. Haha. Soon after, the police arrived, but the auntie was gone. I learnt from my mum that the auntie had denied everything, even after she said I’d called the police. It was only after she pointed to the cctv (which is not working, but not known to the auntie), then she said she picked up a brown wallet in the morning and can bring down to see if it’s mine. So I waited. Indeed, it was my BLACK wallet. With everything intact. Handing over the wallet, she shouting a whole lot of stuff again, but I didn’t know what she was saying. Unfortunately, the 2 policemen were malay too. Haha. So we had to get my mum to translate again. According to my mum, the auntie claimed she ran off the bus all the way into this building only because she works here. And she picked up the wallet because she doesn’t know who’s it was. But excuse me, if you see a wallet lying amongst a whole pool of people, why don’t you ask the people around to see who dropped it? And if it’s in a bus, why not hand it over to the bus driver? Even if you wanted to hand it over to your office people (which she claimed to want to do) why is it that when I approached you, you denied everything? The intention was obvious, and I could have pressed charges against her. But when the police asked me if I wanted to pursue the matter, I just said nevermind lah. Just keep her records. I just wanted my wallet back. And that auntie, will probably not get employed. (she was still on trial working there lah! And she’s been complained against multiple times ler) Just so glad that there were so many people who were so helpful that morning. All the people working in ODC building. the police. And for my mum for speaking hokkien. It’d have been useless if I had found the person but cannot communicate at all!
Rushed to school right after, ironically in the same 188 bus. 2 hours late, but was in time for the closing. Abit sad that I missed the “most intense debate of the century”, given by my group, but at least everything’s over and fine. Right after lesson, I rushed back to the office, entertained the concerns of my fellow labmates for some time, then had to prepare my next presentation. Had barely finished the slides before it was time to give the presentation to my boss. And obviously he was totally not pleased with my presentation. I think there were less than 20 slides, and I could have finished speaking in less than 15 minutes. But he dwelled into each slide for so long, telling me every single thing that I did wrong (which was everything, by the way), that the whole presentation rehearsal took 2 whole hours. Oh man, so tiring. But I am really glad he pointed out all those stuff. 1 week to improve on it, and I have 1 more rehearsal before the actual presentation to my examiners that same day. Bleah. So stressed with the presentation that I kept rehearsing my lines, leading to me lying on my bed fully awake (rehearsing) til 3+am.
Finally got back my laptop. 9 days of not having it. Just a change of keyboard, which takes less than a day, took them 9 days to finish. Was so upset at them I was dysfunctional yesterday and I went home early. Had 2 dinners to cool down. Comfort eating. Terrible. spent the entire day scolding them in my head, rehearsing how I’d scold them when I collect my laptop. But now that I have my laptop back, I’m happy.
Riots have been going on for some time now, in that land high up. Honestly speaking, I wouldn’t have bothered more if this happened a year ago. However, I cannot ignore such news anymore, for I know that someone is there. And I would be lying if I said I didn’t worry for that friend. Our friend. I can’t help but wonder if he was there in that city? Or was he back home in the village? Or painting something in his own peaceful corner? At least, I know that I am not the only one worrying. All of us are concerned. No matter how short we had known him, he’s a friend nonetheless. And today’s church bulletin reminded us to pray for the people there, for the matter to be resolved in the best manner possible, and because this may be a very good opportunity to reach out to them. Indeed, I always think back and blame myself, asking why I never thought of planting a seed in him. A friend, I call him? And I never uttered a single word about the gospel to him. He said so much about his faith, but I said nothing about mine. They’re so deeply embedded with their culture and religion, that it’s impossible to change, I declared to myself. And I wonder why I always back off and admit defeat even before I try? Building a barrier for myself. God can work wonders, why don’t I always remember that? Too late to regret. I just want to keep him, and the rest of the population in my prayers, and I hope all of your would do that too. For safety and peace to come upon them soon. For the matter to be resolved with wisdom. And maybe someone would bring the message over to them. I pray for open hearts. I pray that they may be saved.
That scene had appeared so many times in my dreams. Day dream night dream. Then.. it happened. Or so I thought. Or maybe it was just another daydream. But a dream that felt so real. Not just look like. Talk like. Dress like. Stand like. Only much nicer manners. It was so surreal facing him and talking to him. Right there, where I always imagined it to happen. I did. Or so I think.
The day ended really late though. We were trapped in Tekong for 3 hours because of a major accident along Pasir Ris area, which resulted in no buses able to reach the ferry terminal. And that accident happened right after we arrived at the ferry terminal for the POP! In a way, the timing was ‘perfect’ for us. Besides waiting at Tekong til our butts hurt, it was a great day. ^_^ Congrats to recruit, err, no.. private Soon! haha
| Greed: | Medium | |
| Gluttony: | Medium | |
| Wrath: | Very Low | |
| Sloth: | Low | |
| Envy: | Low | |
| Lust: | Very Low | |
| Pride: | Medium |
my hairless bro. haha.
we had lots of fun together.. ^_^
