Insomnia

I cannot freaking get to sleep!!! IT's now 4.45am and I've been awake for the past hour listening to my bounding heart leap from my neck to my head to my years all within a frequency of 130pm.

ARGH!!!!

I decided to get up and try the american remedy of a glass of warm milk only to find myself eating Double Stuffing Oreos with the warm milk. Trust me, it's heaven, but my eyes are still as wide as 50cent coins and my heart bounding like there's no tomorrow. Bloody palpitations, sometimes I think my entire heart would still keep beating even if I were to cut it out and leave it on the table because of all the heartbeat inertia, if there were such a thing.

AGhhhgh

Happy!

I'm so happy today! Firstly, I got my letter of acceptance! secondly, TGIF, and finally, TGIF!! The weekend feels extremely good because during the week, I work like a dog. I'm sure I've mentioned that before.

Why do I work so hard? It's not a need for cash, it's more of a need to feel useful because at home I don't get that validation. Living at home feels like waitressing most times, all good service goes unnoticed, and yet when there's that one screw up, they screw you left right up down. (At least there's the existance of tipping at work) Being the youngest in the family isn't all that fun you know.

On to happier topics, pictures!!

Yee's brand new niece Summer! (I hope they kept that name) She's the tiniest chubbiest baby ever~

Being in a nursery for the first time was life-changing enough for me, the babies look like ripe strawberries all ready to be picked. I can't wait for my sister to get married and have tonnes of kids!

Here's something called The Brotherhood of Six containing of 6 different shooters meant to be consumed one after another without stop. We sold a couple of these for 60 bucks each the other night! Nat loves the colours, I wish I had had better lighting though.

And look! The tulip was kowtow-ing to me. But it looks really sad,

Ever thought about what would happen when your parents die? No, not the melo-dramatic I-have-no-reason-to-live type of die, just the kind of die that happens when your parents are old and withering, meaning you would probably be middle-aged with a midsection as thick as a truck tyre.

Know what my mum stated in her will? She says should she die before my dad, and we're not of age to take care of ourselves, she would send us to our Aunt in KL, which, to my sister and I, seemed to be choosing between the Devil and the deep blue sea. What a scary thought, not the death part, but mroe of the aftermath.

Plans!

Remember my recent post on childhood dreams? Well, here's the next installment of...

My Pre-adulthood Dreams

I would guess that most of us would probably want to end up working in an environment full of people we enjoy working with or those whom we can trust/turn to, because ultimately, these colleagues are the ones whom you're going to be seeing for the rest of your life. (That is, if you don't go around job hopping) Enjoying your occupation is the key to not hating your life once you enter the drudgery of working, or so I have concluded over the past few years. To me, there's no point forcing yourself to do something you abhore, it just shortens your lifespan and gives you wrinkles.

Hence, I have recently discussed, or more so, expounded to my mum the future in which I see myself as a speech therapist in. It dawned upon me one early morning, after my expensive experience at my prothodontist's office which was actually a labyrith of overpriced mouth specialists (teeth, gums, braces, canines, jaws, aesthetics, you name it, you got it), that what would really sell, would be a one stop therapy place. Much like Giant which attempts to sell anything and everything under the sun, from Fuji apples to Giant (brand) underwear. So what shall my one stop therapy centre be called?

The Therapy Cafe

That's because it'll have a cafe besides Music, Speech, Physio and Occupational Therapists! Knowing that when we all enter the working world we'd have lesser and lesser time to spend with our friends, I've devised the fullproof plan to keep our friends close! You see it started with my mum telling me that should I ever ever start a business/clinic/school, she will HAVE to be my cashier (refer to earlier post as to the reasons why) So I thought to myself, since my mum was going to be in it, why not all the people close to me as well! So....

Nat:

Since you're most probably going to be doing Economics, and you're one of my most trusted sisters, you shall handle the business-y part of the entire operation, i.e. Advertising, running of cafe, expenditure etc. Haha! I'd call that Business Manager

Constance:

Designing the clinic/cafe and painting murals on the walls! But if that's too messy a job, you can take the role of a Music Therapist. Yes, there is such therapy if ou were wondering.

Fei:

You wanna be Head Chef of the Cafe? Haha... If not, should you end up a certified Psychologist, I'm reserving that place for you!! :D

Ping:

Knowing your love for kids, we can have a small scale care centre for the children while they wait and you can be the Teacher-in-Charge!

Yee:

The clinic's very own in-house Optomotrist! Extremely high myopia is also one of the common reasons of disabilty in children.

Joan:

Sorry Joan, my mum chope the cashier's job already, you can be Accountant because I know you luuurrrve handling money! :D

Chio:

And lets say we decide to run a full time Cafe-restaurant at night after our Therapy office hours, Chio is definitely the best candidate as General Manager! And all your children can work here part time at $2 more the average hourly pay! Haha!! (enough of this part-timer exploitation

Mings:

Once you get out of Electronic Engineering, you're gonna be the one to handle all my lightings/wires/fancy shamcy electrical things, plus be Operating Manager! (ok honestly I don't know the difference)

Oily and Siyi:

Once either of you become MP, I'll make sure my centre is in your GRC, so that it'll help you build rapport. And if the other one is free, you'll be my PR Manager! :D HAHA

Roger:

When you make plenty of money which I'm sure you will in no time, you can be the major shareholder!! (No capital la) HAha!!

Not forgetting my mum as coffee + receptionist + cashier (she asked for those positions one ok!) And my sister who can hold tuition lessons for the siblings of the special kids.

Last but not least, the key to having a centre bustling with patients, I'm gonna marry a Paediatrician who'll refer all his kids with special needs over to my centre! Muahahaha!! Oh yes, Dhab I didn't forget you, you can be the nurse in my husband's clinic should you decide to come back to Singapore=)

Ok I know this entire post is complete crap, but I really enjoyed penning, or should I say typing my vision out. If any of you are offended by the imaginary positions I have given you, I apologise in advance! It's all in good fun and no harm was meant. Besides, you'd have to be my really really close friends to make it to the list!

=)

*Note: Still looking for a physiotherapist, occupational therapist and special education teacher.

I'm going to get a tattoo, navel piercing and split my tongue!!

haha... kidding

I was listening to one of my chefs talking about his ear piercing experience which he conducted himself. Three things I can say - Lotsa ice, Ouch, and No way!! How the hell can you poke a hole in yourself, yourself! Other people poke nevermind la, haha...

poke poke poke

Today was crazy at work, crazy.

boingo

I need activity before my whole system shuts down. I think I've become a bubble.

*Pop!*

Oh my gosh I soooo miss civilisation-my (fried)friends!!.

Told you I'm becoming a bubble.

bubbabbubaabubaba

I feel old

I went to my over-priced daylight robber-ing prothedontist yesterday, billing us a whopping $800 for X-rays and consultations. His office looked more like a hotel lounge area than a place for drilling teeth and filling cavaties. They even made us COffee and stuff. MY mum now insists that I become a dentist, one to earn all that I've given to those in this current proffesion, and 2 so that she can become my coffee lady (since everyone pays by card or cheque now, there's no need for cashiers.)

What did I tell you about the coffee thing

View from his waiting area

Nat would love this, look! a little man fixing a giant tooth!!

The whole hotel-ish concept

Oh yes, angsty-emo-siao siyi did this :D

This lady was closing the bubble tea shop for the night and decided to give me half a cup of pearls.

Hehheh~!

OH yes, the Pillowman was awesome, the stories are twisted but really good, tell you more next time.

I miss chio!!

And I love work much much more now :D

Oh my gosh I freaking bummed my afternoon away watching a cliche lurrve movie and napping in the heat after that. Singapore has seemed to transformed to Dubai lately, a bustling city with skyscrapers and the works... and not forgetting the heat

The damn heat.

At the special school yesterday during my usual volunteering, I realised that one of the students was sweating, which indicated ridiculous temperatures because for one, she never sweats at all because she's the calmest of all. She's really cute, as if her entire life were a slow motion movie. =)

So here I am in the sweltering heat (thank goodness the aircon has jus tbeen fixed), on my way to soon becoming either a roast pig (direct heat) or steamed pao.

Oh yes, allow me to continue on my cool girl theory.

Michelle Branch, Juno and Tanya Chua in displayed order because I seem to have difficulty typing their names under their blogs. So, why do I mention these girls? It's the cool factor they have. Especially Juno , the laidback, I-don't-give-a-fiddle-to-dress look they wear. All right their photos don't exactly look cool, but what I think is that they probably neeed to take those kinds of photos so as to appeal to the mass I-love-cute-or-sexy-singers audience.

If I were a guy, I'd probably have a thing for these girls, and note they are not, I repeat, NOT emo-girls as some people classify. I onc ehad a student who said, ya, emo-girls very chio what! I couldn't stop laughing.

The inner bitch is coming out again. grrrr...

Have you heard the song 'Hey there Delilah'? At first I found it pretty comical and freaky, kind of like a stalker singing to Delilah. However, after a few more listens, I'm beginning to find it really sweet and honest. I wonder if it truly came from a random guy writing a little love song for his girlfriend across the country who happened to get his songs played by Ryan Seacrest on the radio and hence shot to fame.

Since I'm on the topic of music, here's a little question for you: What do Michelle Branch, Tanya Chua (if you know her) and Juno (from the movie Juno) have in common?

I'll elaborate tomorrow as I'm still not in the writing mood just yet. =)

Thyroid's up again... Darn.. means lots of weight gain to come. The first time I started medication, I gainied about 8kg. The second time it relapsed , before I could lose any of that weight, I gained like another 4 or 6. I wonder what this round is gonna make me balloon to. Don't be surprised if the next time you see me, you see an elephant. :(

Work Wok

I've just woken up from a super tiring wedding event last night at my workplace (and it's ro-ches-ter, not rochter!) I'm beginning to become attached to the people and the place.

Oh no, word constipation.

Oh wells, they were super duper nice when my family and I went to dinner for my sister's birthday. I only hoped for a complimentary slice of cake for heer but they gace her a whole BOTTLE of sparkling wine, specially made a non-alcoholic drink for my mum, and a special appitiser done by the chef. Wha,... Superb.

Ook I need to finish reading my humongous stack of backdated newspapers, prepare my tuition lesson, file the tuition worksheets, get my closet in working order, and hmm what else? change bedsheet!~ haha...

Tearing

This is probably the only video that has brought tears to my eyes. Courtesy of Paul, this video depicts a splendid piano cello duet by this famous pianist Joe Hisaishi. The chemistry they have is.. whooo.

Dreams

I'm sure everybody would have had an aspiration or dream at one point or another, whether it be a silly childhood dream to become a fairy princess or a well-thought one during one of the milestones in your life, e.g O levels etc. Everyone should have dreams, whether or not they're actually attainable or not because I feel it serves as a point of escape once in a while. Should life always be taken at such full seriousness?

My childhood dream, believe it or not, was to become a NASA astronaut. Why? To experience weightlessness of course! I never knew astronauts had to use their brains till much later on in my life. To me, astronaut-ing meant jumping around on the moon made of cheese for ages. Oops, sorry not smart enough. Poof!

The second dream was to becaome a scientist/researcher (Something I totally loathe now) Why? So that I could find a way to kill all the mosquitoes, flies and ants! Hehheh...

I would have told most of my my friends already, that my mother's lifelong dream was to become a teacher, she was forced by her dad to do law. However, she recently reminded me that her other less noble childhood dream was to become a cashier. yes, a cashier. Why? So that she can press the button and get to handle lots of money!! HAhaa....

It's nice to recall things of the past, especially how funnily you thought things our as a child. Don't you think so?

So.... What's your childhood dream?

Oh yes! Example of cute baby!

Cons!! Watch this! Look up the other versions if you have time. :D

Annoying things

My glasses have broken, so now I see everything in super sub crystal clarity. (My way of saying BLUR) It's hellova irritating vecause spedning time on the computer pprobably means a nasty headache after that. Please excuse any typos, BLUR.

I was thibnkning about how some kidsa res o adorable that you could eat them, I mean bring them home, and how osme are just so irritating you wish you could squish them. I wonder what I'd do if my kid was irritating, aiyo so sad.

Thinkgs to get done by the end of 2008:
Get these darned braces off my teeth
Go fo lasik
Finish my driving

Actyally that;s about all of the major things I would need to finish.

Ok, my head is throbbing for an unknown reason. I've woken up with headaches ever since last Sunday. MY mum says it's because of me sleeping with wet hair, my sister says it's my sleeping position, while I think it's because of the stupid rubber bands in my mouth. However I'ce done what any science student would do and systematically experimented by removing one of those varients at a time. Results: {pErsistant haeadache. Dang.

Omg, my touch typingis terrible. But I'm not going to change it. Haha.

Post-results, pre-enrolment

It's been quite some time since I've last posted something worth reading, sad to say, I don't think this post is it either. The recent absence is probably due to the recent emo stint I've had, not really due to the results, but more because of the entire confused mess I feel my life is in. Right now when it comes to choosing my courses, I feel like just disregarding all rhyme and reason and, as the saying goes, Just whack. I don't feel like thinking so much any more, what the future may be, what regrets I may potentially have or what are the consequences of my choice or even what other options there are. I'm just too tired of contemplating. Plus I've had this irritating perpetual headache since the weekend that refuses to go away despite how much I sleep. Thankfully Nat managed to relieve my headache for a while with all the rubbish we laughed about.

Once again, lazy as I am to write, here's a pictorial:

Remeber our HUGE Nokia phones?? Taa-daAa!! Blast to the past!

Looks like a walkie talkie to me...

Here's a lovely picture of wedding decorations, the idea of floating balloons never occured to me, I simply thought of a juggling clown preceding the bride instead of the typical flower girl/bell boy regime. (i.e. Don't let me plan your wedding unless you want it to be a joke)

We got a huge punnet of strawberries last week! They were all sooo huge and gorgeous that it felt as if I were choosing a husband from a lot of Mr Manhunt men!

And yet another random picture, this time of Roger's amazingly huge... feet. you're a born Ronald Mcdonald yea? (hehheh)

And to end off, here's a not very spectacular but still my favourite view of Dover from the top. =)

Don't think it's all trees, shrubs and grass, it's a freaking rich man's land down there!

Enjoy your life everyone. =)

Insanity

I feel like I'm losing my mind, losing myself and becoming crazy. Working with the special kids makes me wish sometimes that I were equally oblivious and unconcerned about everything that goes around me and my life. Whilst I was on my way home today, a strikingly frightening thought came to my mind, I feel like a complete stranger to myself. I don't know how to explain it, I simply thought to myself, who am I and how am I thinking? I don't know, it's weird.

Darn results are coming out. It's not like this period in my life is going to end, but it just means that I'm getting closer and closer to another phase in my life. I wish I could remain a student for the rest of my life sometimes, worrying only about exams and nothing else of greater importance.

I'm sure most of you would know of artists such as the planet shakers or the parachuters or something like that. They're bands which belong to a genre quite different-Worship bands who have made it darn big. Frankly speaking, coming from a Presbyterian church, (supposedly one of the most conservative denominations of all Christians) I find myself note very fond of these songs. If you don't know what I'm talking about, think of it as mainstream pop songs or love ballads with the object of affection changed to God. Ok we're not talking about songs like My Hump of course. (Those aren't considered music in the first place) I find it slightly disturbing when I hear a song that would probably sound like it's coming from BoysIIMen rather than from the worship leader on stage. It all becomes a performance and it really makes me feel uncomfortable. Sometimes I can't say for sure why I don't feel right when I hear these hillsongs/new age christian songs, it's just feels weird that religion has turned into something so mainstream looking, just like how people don the cross for fun. Remember the recent booboo made by Topshop? They started selling products which were pretty funny yet offensive at the same time. Go read the newspapers la.

Anyways, give this song a listen. I think it's a brilliant song, but as I said, because it's one of those modern Christian songs, it's feels weird.

I'm currently in the phase of non-blogging because I'm too lazy. Have you guys heard about the manhunt for JI leader Kastari the last couple of days? He escaped from our detention centre and there's currently a an island wide manhunt for him. When Nat told me that police were surrounding her school because of the manhunt, all that came to my mind was...

MANhunt in Singapore? Why would they need police at her school??

Then I recalled the cover of Strait Times which depicted the blown up picture of the man we are really hunting, not much of a good looker anyways. =)

I didn't even know we ever had the leader of JI locked up.

I'm home sick! Which is good in that sense cos I get a break.

=)

One week

I discovered I can draw!

The one thing I can't stand about working in the service industry is when you spend 4 hours stoning, with practically no customers to attend to till your feet fall asleep. So you prepare yourself mentally to go home at 11, and once you do, boom, all the darn customers come in at 10pm for drinks. Dang you tell yourself, but it's too late, you're gonna be stuck there for another 3 more hours even though your brain function has ceased. So I spent my first few hours doodling what represents my work/life at one rochester. See that table/ cupboard in the middle? That's how my station looks like. And the window next to it overlooks the 'livingroom' where couples, often forgeting that I can see them start making out like there's no tomorrow. Did I mention I witnessed a marriage proposal through that window once? Real sweet. =)

Something just occured to me this week, if I'm not teaching little kids, I'm teaching disabled ones, resulting in me talking to many people as if they were kids too, e.g. customers. It's not that I baby talk or anything, it's more of the tone of the voice used, it's slightly higher and a little more... exaggerated with regards to expression. Hopefully I don't sound too much like a kindergarten teacher when I take orders!