Sights and Sounds

Let's begin with

Batman: The Dark Knight -which I caught on Sunday. I didn't even know the title of this movie except for the 'Batman' due to the large number of Batmans that have come and gone over the years. I did a little bit of googling and came up with the list of batmans. However, the stories all clash in some way or another, save for the one with George Clooney. Some say Two Face/Harvey Dent arose from a acid-spilt-on-face-accident, but some say it was because of a fire. Soooo... sadly all the Batmans can't be linked unless the actor/director works on them. E.g. Then's Michael Keaton and Now's Christian Bale who have both acted in 2 episodes each.

And did you know Batman first came out as a fat and pudgy hero?? REally unglam and fat. Arts central shows some of those B-grade episodes once in a while.

Ok enough of the facts and more on opinions. Good movie or not? It's really a matter of preference. I suppose compared to other Batman movies (George Clooney, Val Kilmer) this one's much better. Heath Ledger!!! =(

However I personally don't really like Batman to begin with, I prefer more light hearted, nerdy, less chauvanistic hero alter-egos such as Peter Parker compared to the masculine, over-achieving and flirtatious Bruce Wayne. Batman shows are always oozing with ceps, biceps, triceps, quadraceps, quintaceps, cheesy one-liners and cliche 'lessons-learnt', it's a movie style from a different time altogether, unlike modern movies such as Juno, american Gangster, etc. Script was really deliberate and unrealistic, perhaps because it's based on a comic book. It's not bad, it's just not what I prefer, get it? aiya, just watch la.

But Spiderman cuter. :D

speaking of shows I caught the recent one man + his band recital by Robin Goh. It was wittingly titled 'Happy Robin', which, if you notice, is a euphamism for him because our censorship board wouldn't allow something so explicit. It was rated R18. Sing song only leh, R18. Anyways, Robin Goh, in case you don't know, is a well-known name on stage, he was one of the Chang & Eng brothers, he was the Man in Man of Letters (ok I forgot the characters name la). He performed as Aladdin, in the Asian Boys Volumes, and much more. Basically he's a musical kind of guy, with an excellent voice. All right his showmanship isn't fantastic, but enough la. anyways he spent the evening belting songs about loving him and missing him and waiting for the right man (you get the idea) Which I found absolutely adorable. He talked about his first love, which was really cute, he's also quite a tiny guy, which also adds to his cuteness because everytime he got on his high stool he struggled like a child. Haha.. And as you can seee by the picture, he's extremely proud of his sexuallity and declares it loud and clear with his diamond ear stud! I've yet to see him without it. I bet it was gross for him to do kissing scenes with Emma Yong or whatever female co-star he had. HAha..

And not to forget!! RJ Rosales was there to support (along with a lot of big theatre-shots) like Emma Yong, Ivan Heng, (AC people, I saw Lee Th ean Ho there!!)

RJ is one stunner. My sister thinks he's probably gay, but I'd like to think he's not. He's so dreamy~!! Plus he's going to have his one-man+band recital in September too!! :D:D

Gleeeee.

Depapepe

Any budding guitarist keen to learn and jam this?? :D

Hostelsss

Hostel applications are such a PITA! (pain in the ass) Lousy websites with no direction sense whatsoever and e-mails who don't know the value of hyperlinks. st0opid st0opid st0opid..

Wahhh.. the papya I'm eating now is so sweet, if feels like it's been saturated and soaked in sugar.

Talked to Anli for like a while today and found out that she's on the verge of starving cos food is running out and it's so expensive. Snli!! Not war leh!! 21st century already!! Makes me wonder how my life down under will be like next year, thankfully the hostels provide food, but I havent't finished appliying yet because of the bitch that it is.

The fibre from the papaya's working.

And chio's entry was so touching, it's so coontagious, this whole tearing thing. See la chio!!

Lasik!

I had intended to blog before actually going for Lasik, but it looks like I've procrasticnated once again. Excuse the hoorendous typo errors, my vision still hasn't cleared up from yesterday. For all of you ou tthere who are thinking or are going for Lasik, herer's a lowdown on what's to be done, done, and hmm... what not to do! (i've gotten to like writing informative posts.)

Lasik

Most have heard of the procedure, and probably have a couple of friends who have gone for it, (if you don't now you do!) I have to friends who did theirs at 2 different times, 1 paid about 5K cos it had just started then, and another paid 4k for hers last year. Mine came up to 2.7k with all the miscellaneos idiot things, but the actual procedure itself cost $2388. (trust even the ang-mohish clinics to use this stupid 88 gimic.)

Read more here for the technical stuff, I can't give a very detailed write up now because I can't really read much in order to write, get what I mean? Going for Lasik gives mye the same feeling I got when I bought my babe guitar, it;'s something I've been waiting ages for!! Especially when your degree's 1000 each side, lasik gives you freedom!

I feel great now even though my vision i sn't as perfect as it should be, because I feel like I'm in heaven, everything has this glow, like, I can sorta read, but they all have this aura around it, its like I died and am now in heaven, haha... And I have things to drop into my eye hourly, I'm pratying there won't be any infection! The bulk of failed Lasiks are the result of infections, the procedure itself is pretty full proof, regulr LAsik has a 0.3% risk of failure, and the newer $200 more bladeless procedure which my mum told me to go for has almost zilch% risk. And I thought 0.3 was considered almost 0. Anways, pictures! I didn't get shots of the gear though, my batttery was flat.

As all surgeries they donned me in the typical blu tissue-ish gown, but this one was more comfy than the one I wore at NEC when I went for my cyst op. This Jap or korean girl called Nana attened to me and old me all the details, I must admuit it was quite annoying haveing to concentrate extra hard to get what she was saying, but she was really reallyl sweet and nice, she made milo for me!!

See the milo? And just the right temperature and gao-ness (thickness) too!! It was my 3rd cup of milo yesterday, hahaha... THe pre and post op waiting area was a little cubicle like place, basically the are is as large as a coffee table together with an armchair and standing room for a couple of people. The wait didn't feel long beacuse I had people like fei fei and my tuition kid smsing me. Plus I had my Michael Crichton book!(andnot to forget milo haha, So I was one very happy pre-op patient. I know it looks gross, many people experience bloodshot eyes after the op due to the suction cups placed in. Yes, suction cups. Groos right? It was painful, but it was kinda freaky, cod they kept telling meto lok straight when I cant see a thing, so I imagined lookings straight. The procedure itself was a mere 15 minutes, and the lasering was funny, you'd think lasers sound like this, piupiupiu!!

Noooooo! He let me hear hw it souded like before the actualy lasering so that I wouldn't get a fright. It was more of a really loud and rude kakakakakakakakaka.

And I could smell my cornea being burnt. Cao-tah cao-tah smell one.

And they made me buy 10 boxes of eyedrp[s! $16+ per box leh!! siao one... And it's not a life stime supply, barely a few months nia.

So everything looks like this to me now, No not that I see funny green bears la, its just that everything has a glow about it. Soo.... you all would look much more good-looking to me now because of my chair-mareness.

NTUC boyfriends

Over the recent months I've had MANY people telling me I should get a boyfriend. Hello, you think boyfriend can buy ah, say you want means can get ah. Got delivery lag one lor.

My sister was going through her old stuff, and of course this meant old notebooks, pictures, neoprints (her time one) and loveletters. Wah lao I never get any one lor!! My fault that I'm not vulnerable enough or pretty or xiu jia enough for guys to feel attracted to so that their egos can be boosted. I argly and phat lar.

Ok I know this seems rather incoherent.

Anyways, my manager told me yesterday that 2 girls at my workplace were pregnant. To my surprise/horror, it were the 2 kinda ah-lian girls la. Well I think it's 1.5 of them pregnant because the other one got her period recently or something. But the other one seems to be 100% knocked up. they're my age, and they are kids themselves playing with PSPs and gossiping about whatnots. I'm not sure whether she'll be following through, but a life changing thing such as this can make a lot of people grow up, and to me, any pregnancy is a good thing, whether its a teenage one, or a foreign maid's one, or a couple longing for a child.

Ok I'm going to the libraryin search of a hao nan ren.

Orientations to come

As I look at the blog posts and photographs on Facebook people have put up about their different orientation camps, a part of me wishes that I wasn't in the shithole of a working life. It's not everyday that you get to participate in camps full of bimbos and smart people with raging hormones who create as many excuses to get physically close to one another. You think they always play twister because it's fun meh? I've had a few horror/funny stories on guys have stand-ups at the wrong time, if you know what I mean. But think about it, as many bimbos as you get, there's no harm joining in the fun onc ein a while. (Fei you should have gone) And as almost-there adults, you can bail any time you want. Ok spend 50 bucks la, but at least you get to see how sucky a hostel can be. HaHA.

The Hermitage in St Petersburg, Russia

A documentary on the Kremlin in Moscow I watched last night inspired me to blog about one of Russia's greatest establishment - The Hermitage. It was my favourite of all places in Russia because of how breath-taking it was. So, enjoy!

Here's a quick summary of what exactly The Hermitage Museum in Russia is because I know it's not exactly the type of information one would keep in his or her head. So...


The Hermitage Museum in St Petersburg is, as you can see, a musem. In fact, it is one of the largest museums in the world. The royal Winter Palace of the Romanovs is also now part of the modern day Hermitage. It was started by Catherine the Great, one of the Tsarinas (female Tsar) who was one of the greatest Tsars in Russian history. She had brought the country much success and did a great deal in pulling them together (hence the name Catherine the Great) She wanted Russia to have something to show off, something the people could be proud of, thus she proceeded to construct and create the largest Museum in the world. When I say large, I mean humongous, gargantuan, colossal, Stratospheric!


A documentry once showed a videographer simply walking through the entire place wthout stop from room to room just to show every single room in this palace. It had taken almost 4 hours without stop for them to cover everything. During the revolution when Lenin's men had stormed the place looking for the royal family, they charged in shouting and carrying all sorts of weapons with the purpose of enprisoning the royal family. However they ended up charging from room to room for an hour looking before actually finding the royal family. How anti-climatic is that. Plus, it's filled with such an array of exhibits, purchased from different corners of the world which numbers up to 3 million. It would take 8 years to see if you spent 1 minute on each exhibit everyday. We didn't find it really interesting because most of it was art pieces, I even got to see Da Vinvi's! However it was the history of the various art pieces that really got me listening. I mean, I will never get what impressionists or surrealists are doing.

A proffesionally taken photo of the exterior of the Hermitage.

My own gloomy picture of the hermitage. It snowed later that day even though it's the start of summer.

Here's my sister's way of keeping warm in cold Russia - Bao-ing a spare shawl round her belly.As you can see the interior of the museum/palace is absolutely splendid. The opulant interior architechture was overwhelming (Tourguide's favourite word... Opulant) Parts of the museum were actually copies of Italian or French or whatever country's museums and churches because the Tsars during that time were damn competitive. Kinda like mordern day Ch-eye-na. (oops)This one is supposed to be a copy of a church or something in Versailes I think.This is an entire gallery of war heros. One is taken by me and the other one is stolen from google. You can guess pretty easily because of my mum's head in the picture. HAha.. We were the only Asians around man...And I simply love the fact that when I see this picture online, I know that I've been there. So cool!!Talking about Russia links to Communism right? That's what everyone says when I mention Russia. In case you don't know, USSR is long gone and they have a new monarch on their hands. haha. Lenin & Co. weren't happy that the Tsars were enjoying such lavish lives while they were starving in ghettos, just look at their chandeliars. Most of them are gold plated cast iron, some are silver coated, some are diamond studded, but there was one pretty funny one, it was plaster of paris or styrofoam or something like that painted in gold. Ever wondered how they lit the chandeliars in the past? These babies were mostly more than 15 feet off the ground! Plus have you ever seen the ladders that we use today in history books? No right. Trick is, the chandeliars were retractable! They were released down ever morning and lit, then pulled up by a rope after that! Smart right.

Anyways, to end off, the most hilarious painting I saw during my entire trip. Don't you think he looks like some cartoon? Btw these photos were illegally taken. We had to pay 100 rubles to take photographs and 200 to take videos. (We never paid anything... shhh!!)

Saturated Niceness

I've been getting spoilt at work. I'm still not getting any food and my pay isn't getting any higher, but I'm getting spoilt psychologically because the customers are sooo nice. A few months back I would have considered a day without screwing up to be a good day, and it would be considered bad if I spilt something, or broke something, etc. But now, I consider it a good day only if I've had a fruitful conversation with a customerl, or if someone has tipped me personally, which, I'd been getting for the past week. I've told a couple of people of the very nice (and very cute) customers I'd spoken to a couple weeks back for about a half hour. Monday, when I felt like I would kill anyone who came in my way, I thought to myself, God please make this a less suckier day. Voila! I look in front and see them sitting down in a nother area. I was so happy I literally cleared my dirty plates and cups with such a huge smile me cheeks ached. I think they may be down today again but I've got that sickness hich I get once in a while.

Speaking of which, I haven't gotten this 'attack' in 2 years, the last I got this was while I was a SAJC, and ended up puking my strawberry banana drink all over the clinic toilet. Let me try to create my first Hyperlink: Sick

Oooo it's right at the bottom where you see the bananananana.

Kuantan and Peace!

I've just had left over Beehoon and Durians for lunch, which, compared to the hawker food I've been having for the past 4 days tastes like dry oatmeal. Kuantan was fantastic because

1) the food was unbelievably good, hence I engorged myself almost 24 hours a day

2) The service apartments we stayed at rocked cos there was aircon and the close proximity we had just made things much easier compared to hotel rooms, but much better than sleeping bags. A right amount of personal space in my opinion.

3) The people 'taking care' of us were simply lovely, driving us to and fro, bringing us to all the sights and sounds (mainly the beach and the megamall) and not complaining one bit. Plus they fed us sooo well!!

Anyways, this is a proper post compared to my previous few, I didn't even blog about Russia as much as I am about to on Kuantan, perhaps it's because it was a time I was truly happy in a long time. With the people and energy around me, and the kids which make you laugh your socks off. My baby guitar got a few knocks here and there, but it was hell worth it.

Oh yes, I bet several of you are probably wondering what Kuantan? Ok, Last Friday, a bunch of us from church (a huge bunch of 30+) sat on a lau pok, shaky bus for 8 hours driving along the malaysian east coast to Kuantan for a mission trip. But honestly, this didn't feel like one because of all the food, lodging, and shopping we did. :D Basically we put up a skit for the kids over at Kuantan about the importance of.... Ok no worries, I'm not going to blabber a sermon right now.

Pictorial!!

We needed to cast 3 girls as bimbos. and Cons kena-ed! Muhahahaha...

Guys stop drooling, 2 are taken. Haha, the bimbos trying to look as brainless as they could. After the show, they actually had a whole beeline of boys lining up for a 'meet and greet'! It wasn't part of the plan though, but it sure was funny! One went up to them and pai sehly said they were pretty. Haha!! But... Even bimbos get exhausted, candid shot of the head bimbo Cons, aka CRISTABELLE.

Oh yes, they had planned on calling themselves Cristablelle, Tinkerbelle, and Dingdongbelle.

Camwhoring lor....

And get ready for this....



The 2 resident nerds I guess. Those are cons's specs, so lets see who's the nerd in real life! :D
his mum did my eyebrows, and she was dying to draw his too, haha.. really funny

I had sooo much fun! :)

As I sit here at 2am, listening to Pink's 'Dear Mr President' for the gezillionth time, even if my computer can't play it so many times, I've been hearing it inside my head replaying itself without my permission. It's there when I work, when I walk, and even when I sleep. Yes, I had an entire dream with that song replaying and replaying and repaying and replaying so much that I was exhausted in the morning. Still, I can't get enough of it.

I'd spent my last Sunday evening watching a couple perform an acoustic set at the Ben & Jerry's at Cathay which encourages live performances. I did this with an entire Waffle Sundae to me, myself and I. (yes I went alone) I was feeling pretty sucky, the suckiest I'd ever felt, and having the financial ability to gourge didn't help much except for making me an inch wider. I love acoustic sets, especially when the vocalist is good, so I couldnt help but sit my ass there for a whole good hour listening to the emoest of songs, such as 'All or Nothing' or 'The First Cut is the Deepest', 'Collide', the songs that can really make the heartbroken break their hearts even more. But those are the songs with the 'kick' which many lack these days. It actually made me feel slightly better listening to emo oldies, I just wished I could have sat there even longer and just had the pair sing songs I wanted.

qwerty

I'll get over this, everyone does eventually.

I wish I would.

A song that really means something, I'm surprised she's not arrested though.

A song that really means something, I'm surprised she's not arrested though.

Lights

Im having lousy cheap biscuits. I've never had such lousy biscuits that aren't soggy. (just imagine how they'd taste if they were)

Anyways, I have so much I want to tell you guys but I just don't know where to start, and I'm not really keen on doing that random update that I always do, I think you're quite sick of it. Haha...

Don't you think the Lights are taking over the world?not the fluoroscent or incandescent, but the lights we get with Coca Cola, Pepsi, cigarettes, milk and I reckon it's going to be hitting pork pretty soon. It's just so expected of humans, to come up with something, and than later come up with an alternative which is supposedly healthier than the previous. Skimmed milk, Low fat sugar( if there's ever such a thing) Marlboro Lights, (it's called that not because the cigarette lights up as so I thought but becase one stick contains less nicotine/tocacco than a regular stick) , Less sweet Ribena (why don't you just use less?) It's a gimick I think we've all fallen prey to. Now instead of one sachet of sweet white sugar, we add 2 packets of less sweet brown sugar. Instad of smoking one cigarette? We smoke 2 light cigaretts. You know what I mean.

Coca Cola Zero (Then what was Coke Light all about?)

One Step At a Time

Saw this in the London Heathrow Airport toilet and couldn't resist taking a picture of it. Pretty smart, selling pads, mints and condoms all in the same machine. Talk about forward thinking

My title today applies to several things, for one, I'm going to do my Russia update one step at a time because my attention span and motivation to blog isn't quite high yet. Secondly, I'm going to to get my freedom one step at a time. Maybe I'm not thinking straight, maybe I'm having this uber delayed defiance problem that's hitting me just as I'm about to end my adolence years. Maybe my conscience is on the verge of disappearing and slipping away, each time I think I'm getting closer back some shit just happens again and I end up starting out at negative on the spiritual scale.

Oh damn.

There's this nagging feelign that I'm just going to screw every thing up before I actually get to start my university education.

I'm glad the school holidays are here, means Nat's going to be free-er and I get to have fun with the tuition kids getting ahead of the school.

Argh! I am so very very laxy to blog abou tmy Russian trip!

Insomnia again, but it's getting better. The day before I went to bed at 1 only to fall asleep at 3 and to wake up at 5 and once again at 8. Irritating. Now it's 7.30am, I woke up 6.30 this morning for no reason save for spontaneous-waking-up-syndrome (if that exists) and ordered McDelivery breakfast (Which is oh so shiok when you wake up on a Saturday morning and feel lazy) It's overpriced, but I'm not thinking about it, just the food. hehheh.

I had a great time in Russia (momemtum's up) but I must say that Germany was better *gasp!* Russians are highly disorganised and painfully slow at service. Quote from our tourguide,

'They do things at such amazingly slow and inefficient paces that you wouldn't know how you could have done it any slower than they have'

It's really true, kinda like the F1 pitstop, where there are 2 people just to top up the petrol tank of the car, (one pumps the petrol, another carries the pipe) But just that they do that 100x slower and with even more people.

Our tourguide was really really good, he'd been doing Russian tours for 11 years. And just when you think Russia's becoming/has become a tourist hotspot, you are soooo wrong. They're still as anal as ever on immigration checks, baggages still get lost, (he said we were the first tour with a complete set of luggage in 11 years) and things there are still inefficient. Ok fine so the touristy areas are pretty well esteblished, just a problem with management la..

Ok I shall continue on russia with mroe pictures next.

Oh yea, they call McDonald's McLennin's for fun, haha.. OK fun not the russians, but the tourists. Apparently the first Macs opend when the Soviet Union fell, so..

Lenin went down, the golden arches came up.

Musicals!

We've been watching lots of productions lately, from the classy 'Jacques Bre alive and well in Paris' to the ever full of cock Sebastian Tan in 'Broadway Beng'. (Quite the contrast) Anyways, I finally feel inspired to share my love with the rest of the world... Ok fine just you lot, but musicals and plays are just such a large part of my life. I do hope no fantastic productions come when I'm in Aus studying, like a how Phantom came when my sister was in the States.

The classics can never be beaten, some of them I;ve watched 2-3 times, (E.g. Phantom, Miss Saigon) Not counting the versions that came out in Cinema. I've only included the stage musicals I've watched and can remember, I think I may have missed out a couple. I wish I could do a detailed 'inventory' for every show I watched, but it would take up way too much space and time. Out of all the musicals you see in the following, Aspects of Love was sinply the worst ever I'd watched. And it's an Andrew Lloyd Weber work was was truly disappointing. Even my sister's Hall Musical production was better. =P


Chitty Chitty Bang Bang was also a little disappointing, it was the story-line at fault. IT got kinda draggy at points if not for that super uber cool flying car. Madame butterfly was the second Opera I'd watched in my life. Oh!!! I forgot to add in Aida! (Some super draggy opera about a queen) I was pretty young then, so I kept figiting and pissed off the lady behind me. She told me off in a nice way, and I slept like a rock after the interval, thus allowing her to enjoy the show much more.


The Wedding Banquet (Bottom left corner) had a really cute storyline, it's about a gay chinese guy who gets married to another Chinese immigrant so that his naggy mum won't die of embarassment due to the taboo of being gay and so that the chinese girl can stay in the country to work. And no, they don't end up falling in love blah blah (he's gay remember) . It was really cute.

And these are some of the local productions I've been to, there's a whole lot more like Dim Sum Dollies, Cinderellah etc, but I'm just too tired looking for the pictures. Man of Letters and Forbiddon City were by far the best local musicals I've watched, along with Chang and Eng (I couldn't find the advertisement picture so Itook the picture of the real twins) Beauty World was fun to watch because it reminded you how lousily stupid the story was and makes you glad you didn't watch Fried Rice Paradise, (Locals should know) Man of Letters was Dick LEe's most fantasic musical I must admit. And my favourite gay actor Robin Goh and Emma Yong had such omph. Haha, Emma Yong simply rocks on stage.

Omg I'm back to civilisation! Not that I went anywhere though.

I'm going to Russia next Sat!!:D:D:D

Now we'll see if the story of Anastacia is really true, hah!

I fell down yesterday again at Rochester, really really stupid and kinda funny now that I think about it. I tripped over a stool forgeting it was there. The previous time I tripped over a fan thinking it wasn't there, I spilt half a tray of tofu. This time, determined not to waste any food, I kept the plate as far from the ground as I could while I fell. A really cute angmoh customer was right in front of me as well, and seeing that he was in shock and couldnt get out of my way as I fell, I had to avoid flinging crabcakes at his face at all cost. SO I fell matrix style, slowmotioned and welll, kinda graceful while 3 customers gawked in shock.
Results? MY face inches from the guys shoe (They were nice Timberland shoes I think) A really sore arm, a couple of orh-chehs (bruises) and... The plate of food completely ok! :D Ok I might have messed up the platter, but my manager got the chef to clean it up a little before serving. voila..

First thing I said when I got up,

"The plate didn't break!"

Now my arm aches like shit all because I didn't wanna let the plate break.

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.