this is the way that we love,
like it's forever.
then live the rest of our lifes,
but not together.
- Happy Ending by Mika.
werkkkk
Wednesday, October 28, 2009 11:26 AM
okay i've over estimated my ability to entertain myself at home, it's 11.26 AM right now and my lovely ichians are in the middle of chinese.
owellz. am supposed to do my chinese tuition homework (like... wtf stay at home to study -.-). the chinese department must be so proud. dum dee dum dum. at least i get to slack loads too.
quite a few units at my block are undergoing some communal pipe repair now, mine included, therefore we are living in the past and surviving on the pails and pails of water in the bathroom.
yesterday marks my first foray into the dark corporate world and the beginnings of my high flying career. oh the joy of being a sales promoter, i stood for FIVE WHOLE HOURS without sitting (except once on a rather hard white hollow bowl) and i must have said "Hello, would you like to try? :) " at least 50 times. it was a rather humbling experience, having people ignore you utterly when you approach them. o and whenever i saw teenagers i just busied myself arranging the packets.
but at least there was human interaction there, for the last 2 hours i was made to tend this ulu booth and i basically just stood there forming words out of the sign in front of me. and doing the moon walk along my booth. and texting secretly. and checking the time every 15 minutes. and composing few lines of a poem about "working under minimum wage".and yawning surreptitiously. and drumming my fingers on the counter.
it was a long two hours.
the people there are all so nice, though out of my age demographic. one of them bought tuna bread for us :D but when i applied for this job, i conviniently forgot that i have chronic back ache after standing/walking for too long. IT. WAS. TORTURE.
on a bimbotic ending note, i almost broke two of my nails at work trying to open a bloody container.
all that, for $27.50.
[edit: laughs at the brouhaha on facebook. o the irony. in so many ways.]...
owellz. am supposed to do my chinese tuition homework (like... wtf stay at home to study -.-). the chinese department must be so proud. dum dee dum dum. at least i get to slack loads too.
quite a few units at my block are undergoing some communal pipe repair now, mine included, therefore we are living in the past and surviving on the pails and pails of water in the bathroom.
yesterday marks my first foray into the dark corporate world and the beginnings of my high flying career. oh the joy of being a sales promoter, i stood for FIVE WHOLE HOURS without sitting (except once on a rather hard white hollow bowl) and i must have said "Hello, would you like to try? :) " at least 50 times. it was a rather humbling experience, having people ignore you utterly when you approach them. o and whenever i saw teenagers i just busied myself arranging the packets.
but at least there was human interaction there, for the last 2 hours i was made to tend this ulu booth and i basically just stood there forming words out of the sign in front of me. and doing the moon walk along my booth. and texting secretly. and checking the time every 15 minutes. and composing few lines of a poem about "working under minimum wage".and yawning surreptitiously. and drumming my fingers on the counter.
it was a long two hours.
the people there are all so nice, though out of my age demographic. one of them bought tuna bread for us :D but when i applied for this job, i conviniently forgot that i have chronic back ache after standing/walking for too long. IT. WAS. TORTURE.
on a bimbotic ending note, i almost broke two of my nails at work trying to open a bloody container.
all that, for $27.50.
[edit: laughs at the brouhaha on facebook. o the irony. in so many ways.]
Friday, October 23, 2009 10:16 PM
dear life, why are you so boring?
dear new obsession, where+what are you?
dear phone, why are you so quiet today?
dear room, why are you so messy?
dear pile of clothes, can you please jump into the closet?
dear diabolo, why are you so expensive?
dear taylor momsen, why is your style so frigging awesome?
dear taylor momsen, why are you 16 and so gorgeous + successful?
dear weilin, why are you not?
dear life, why haven't you answered my question?...
dear new obsession, where+what are you?
dear phone, why are you so quiet today?
dear room, why are you so messy?
dear pile of clothes, can you please jump into the closet?
dear diabolo, why are you so expensive?
dear taylor momsen, why is your style so frigging awesome?
dear taylor momsen, why are you 16 and so gorgeous + successful?
dear weilin, why are you not?
dear life, why haven't you answered my question?
Thursday, October 22, 2009 10:13 PM
sometimes, you want people to know how you're feeling and understand why without you saying a single word. it is irrational and more or less impossible, yet i do that a lot and subconsciously blame people for being unable to do so. and then i reprimand myself for being ridiculous.
you want to say "im fine" and have people say "no you're not", want them to look into your heart like a pensieve and see these things because words are inadequate in expressing things. you dont want to mess this up with awkward phrasing hand gestures and laughter, because this is important.
but you fear that people wont think that this is important or treat it with the seriousness that you feel it deserves. you want company because problems can make you feel awfully lonely but having company brings along a whole slew of responsibilities and you don't want to change the subject or laugh and you just kind of want to
wallow....
you want to say "im fine" and have people say "no you're not", want them to look into your heart like a pensieve and see these things because words are inadequate in expressing things. you dont want to mess this up with awkward phrasing hand gestures and laughter, because this is important.
but you fear that people wont think that this is important or treat it with the seriousness that you feel it deserves. you want company because problems can make you feel awfully lonely but having company brings along a whole slew of responsibilities and you don't want to change the subject or laugh and you just kind of want to
wallow.
happy birthday
Tuesday, October 20, 2009 5:44 PM
i felt so mommyish just now when i brought meeko home from the groomer's, kind of like how moms fetch their kids home from daycare, especially when there were other kids i.e. dogs there and they were going around sniffing each others' butts.
speaking of butts, there was this teenage girl with all the teenage traits, like walking with a big group of her friends wearing tanks/tees + fbts and as she stood two escalator steps above me, i swear that her fbts were so frigging short that a fraction of her left butt cheek was just like HANGING OUT. yuck.
oh yes before i forget,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHERIE DEAR.
a bunch of us went to sentosa yesterday to celebrate cherie's bday and came home with bad sunburns. for someone who doesn't get sick/injured often, i make sunburn out to be a big deal because it HURTTSS :( or rather BURNNNS . and i cant carry my backpack so i end up bringing a tote to school and carrying it like an auntie thanks.
cid was fun today because we were doing nothing. nothing constructive that is. yujunchikanyithong came into our cid with their yog reporter buddies from far away lands and we spent the entire lesson teaching each other how to say things in other languages and laughing like mad. Macedonia, Senegal & Somalia. exotic or what.
damn funny, the exotic people were waiting outside of our class before CID and we kept peeking through the glass window waving and staring and going "LOOK GOT BOYS!"
o i feel like a noob really need to get out more and have adventures.
ok. really should be doing my eom+pi+i&r now. on an ending note, cant wait to get my long awaited piercings during the holidays. joy....
speaking of butts, there was this teenage girl with all the teenage traits, like walking with a big group of her friends wearing tanks/tees + fbts and as she stood two escalator steps above me, i swear that her fbts were so frigging short that a fraction of her left butt cheek was just like HANGING OUT. yuck.
oh yes before i forget,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHERIE DEAR.
a bunch of us went to sentosa yesterday to celebrate cherie's bday and came home with bad sunburns. for someone who doesn't get sick/injured often, i make sunburn out to be a big deal because it HURTTSS :( or rather BURNNNS . and i cant carry my backpack so i end up bringing a tote to school and carrying it like an auntie thanks.
cid was fun today because we were doing nothing. nothing constructive that is. yujunchikanyithong came into our cid with their yog reporter buddies from far away lands and we spent the entire lesson teaching each other how to say things in other languages and laughing like mad. Macedonia, Senegal & Somalia. exotic or what.
damn funny, the exotic people were waiting outside of our class before CID and we kept peeking through the glass window waving and staring and going "LOOK GOT BOYS!"
o i feel like a noob really need to get out more and have adventures.
ok. really should be doing my eom+pi+i&r now. on an ending note, cant wait to get my long awaited piercings during the holidays. joy.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009 12:30 PM
let me pretend that im really okay with staying at home, without any substantial plans whatsoever on marking day.
i feel so abandoned :(
whatever.
went to my granduncle's song4 bing1 thingy this morning (i really have no idea what is its english equivalent) and there's just something particularly haunting about watching the coffin tip into the incinerator. i couldn't help but consider the possibility what if he's still alive in there?! apparently it takes several hours for the bones to burn.
there are so many rituals for death, the same way that there are so many religions, each with their own theory about what happens after you die and how the world came about. each religion has their miracles and their fervant followers and for people like me, i wonder which one is true. they can't all be true, can they. there's bound to be some clash. so i wonder, how can anyone believe whole-heartedly in something, without there being any clear proof (for lack of a better word) that it is definitely, confirm plus chop, true?
i guess, that's the reason why another word for religion is faith.
hm. what else.
oh yes. i was kind of in a bad mood and mildly pissed off (understatement) yesterday so i dragged my dog out for a run at tiong bahru park. run + me = miracle, everyone. in the end i really did end up dragging her, tsk finally found an organism more unfit than me in this world.
oh and if anyone is interested in owning a black stray that goes by the name of Shari or Chari (i really dont know how to spell her name) do let me know, she is the sweetest dog ever and doesn't bark at all.
um okay. life sucks for now, that's all....
i feel so abandoned :(
whatever.
went to my granduncle's song4 bing1 thingy this morning (i really have no idea what is its english equivalent) and there's just something particularly haunting about watching the coffin tip into the incinerator. i couldn't help but consider the possibility what if he's still alive in there?! apparently it takes several hours for the bones to burn.
there are so many rituals for death, the same way that there are so many religions, each with their own theory about what happens after you die and how the world came about. each religion has their miracles and their fervant followers and for people like me, i wonder which one is true. they can't all be true, can they. there's bound to be some clash. so i wonder, how can anyone believe whole-heartedly in something, without there being any clear proof (for lack of a better word) that it is definitely, confirm plus chop, true?
i guess, that's the reason why another word for religion is faith.
hm. what else.
oh yes. i was kind of in a bad mood and mildly pissed off (understatement) yesterday so i dragged my dog out for a run at tiong bahru park. run + me = miracle, everyone. in the end i really did end up dragging her, tsk finally found an organism more unfit than me in this world.
oh and if anyone is interested in owning a black stray that goes by the name of Shari or Chari (i really dont know how to spell her name) do let me know, she is the sweetest dog ever and doesn't bark at all.
um okay. life sucks for now, that's all.
this brand of regret, i'd never forget.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009 8:20 PM
the sky is this dark ominous shade of red and this means that it is going to rain tonight. red sky at night, sailor's delight. red sky in the morning, sailor's warning. luckily i came home from the park before it rained or else .... uh. it won't be pretty. yes.
my mom used to disallow me from going to the park at night. okay she still does but this time i went anyway, after all she was the one who chased me and cookie out of the house while she tried to sell my homey tiong bahru flat :( sad face. i do not want to live in toa payoh. i am a southerner!!!! >:
i went to the park with trepidation because my mom made it sound like there were rapists hiding in the bushes and lunatics behind the slides, but all that there were quite several joggers, old men sitting around and a bunch of people meditating to weird music. extremely strange. but there was this shifty old man with a moustache at the benches by the swing with suspicious bottles beside him. not like he could try anything anyway, cookie will bite his balls off. not kidding.
the park really does seem so much more ... romantic at night. not in a wovey dovey way. the energy of the park kind of slows down into a dream like state and i felt kind of weightless and free walking through it. or maybe it's just the meditating people getting to me.
i never realised how thick my thin hair can be until i cut it short.
another language arts question for you:
1) explain the paradox in "离开是最亲切的靠近"...
my mom used to disallow me from going to the park at night. okay she still does but this time i went anyway, after all she was the one who chased me and cookie out of the house while she tried to sell my homey tiong bahru flat :( sad face. i do not want to live in toa payoh. i am a southerner!!!! >:
i went to the park with trepidation because my mom made it sound like there were rapists hiding in the bushes and lunatics behind the slides, but all that there were quite several joggers, old men sitting around and a bunch of people meditating to weird music. extremely strange. but there was this shifty old man with a moustache at the benches by the swing with suspicious bottles beside him. not like he could try anything anyway, cookie will bite his balls off. not kidding.
the park really does seem so much more ... romantic at night. not in a wovey dovey way. the energy of the park kind of slows down into a dream like state and i felt kind of weightless and free walking through it. or maybe it's just the meditating people getting to me.
i never realised how thick my thin hair can be until i cut it short.
another language arts question for you:
1) explain the paradox in "离开是最亲切的靠近"