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Tuesday, October 05, 2004
Of Being Triumphant and My Darling Simba
I’m feeling very proud of myself now as I’ve just killed a cockroach in the toilet. I had to, for I do not want my Simba (better known as Baba) to play with it and get her paws so dirty and disgusting. I was about to go to the loo when I spotted a brown thing on the floor and dismissed it as some dried money plant. Baba was trying to follow me into the toilet, as she wanted some attention and food. I gently kicked her away and saw the brown thing move! That was no money plant!
I walked calmly out, for fear of inciting that hideous creature to fly. I contemplated walking back to my room without washing my face and relieving myself but the disgusting thought of Baba getting her paws dirty prompted me to do something about that roach.
So I armed myself with a broom and strut bravely back to the loo, carefully inspecting the surrounding before taking another step forward. That revolting creature was behind the door. I took a closer look at it and was so relieved that it doesn’t have a yellow band around its neck. (Do roaches even have necks?)
“Pah!” went the broom. “Piak” went the roach.
Ok I was just being disgusting. It didn’t go piak. I hate to crush roaches as I didn’t like their roach juice oozing all over the place. I hit it just enough to weaken it.
It fell from the wall and crawled towards me! I gave it another hit and it ended up on its back with all its repulsive legs twitching in the air.
Have you all ever wondered why do roaches always end up on their backs no matter how they are positioned before that? I often see crushed cockroaches on the pavement. And although they are crushed, anyone could see that they died on their backs. Why does this happen? I mean if a cockroach were to be happily crawling about, minding its own business and unfortunately get stepped on by some unwitting people, won’t their backs be facing up instead?
And since I’ve already digressed from my cockroach encounter, let me digress more.
How many dead, crushed, smashed, decapitated and mutilated roaches can a flight of stairs have?
Answer would be FIVE.
Yes, a freaking FIVE! That is the number of dead, crushed, smashed, decapitated, mutilated roaches on a flight of stairs at the 2nd floor of my block! I really hate my neighbours below. They are such dirty, inconsiderate and uncouth inhabitants. They litter the entire level below the 4th floor with loads of rubbish and because our 4th floor is very clean, they got jealous and started throwing litter on my level and even outside our door. They are probably jealous of our flat which looks really nice on the outside. Food styrofoam boxes, snack wrappers, spit-out chewing gum etc were disposed right at our doorstep! They even stole our beautiful plants! Whole pots of them and pluck our money plant to grow some for their own. I have half the mind to install some CCTV, but that could not be done of course. I don’t know what we have done to deserve this.
My neighbours are really incorrigible and I shall bitch about them some other time, as I’m still halfway into my cockroach story.
Right, where did I stop? Oh yes, it fell from the wall and crawled towards me! I gave it another hit and it ended up on its back with all its repulsive legs twitching in the air. It was pretty much alive still and I was afraid that if I were to sweep it up, it would overturn itself right side up and crawl away. Alas, this has to be done quickly for I saw Baba catwalking into the toilet. I swiftly swept the roach, threw it into the toilet bowl, flushed it and used a wet serviette to clean up any roach juice on the part of the floor where I had hit it.
I emerged from the loo triumphantly. As if I’ve just fought a fierce battle with the Spartans. That was my first time killing roaches without a can of insecticide.
My Simba is “tail-tailing” and rubbing against me right now. She’s really cute but she isn’t exactly photogenic. Most of her cute moments either did not turn out cute on the camera or were not captured in time.
Zzzzzz…
Yawning…
These are the few pictures of her I have on this comp.
Ever since my da jie switched Baba’s food to Science Diet, her fur has grown a lot softer and smoother. Science Diet is specially formulated to meet nutitional balance and target certain problems in cats. For example, they have Science Diet “for sensitive stomach”, “for sensitive skin” etc. And these words are printed quite largely on the packet. So when my sis bought the most recent one, I was puzzled as to why there wasn’t any of such words. I looked all over the packet and at last I saw the word “Lite” and “for cats who are prone to gain weight”. I thought that was really funny and after I read that, fat Baba came strolling towards me and I was pointing and laughing at her. Poor Baba looked at me so innocently with her big black eyes and went “meow”.
Just like this...
Da jie and Er jie never fail to exclaim that Puss in Boots looks like Baba and Baba looks like Puss in Boots. I think that the above look of Puss in Boots is cuter than Baba but Baba beats Puss in Boots in cuteness for all other scenes in the show.
And these are some of the older pictures of her. The newer and fatter ones are not on my computer.
Baba
Baba again
I think if I start talking about Baba, I would write a really loooong entry, so I shan’t write about her now.
Gosh… look at the time now. History is repeating itself again!
I’ve got like so much to say for the week which has just passed that maybe I’ll just not blog about it.
I walked calmly out, for fear of inciting that hideous creature to fly. I contemplated walking back to my room without washing my face and relieving myself but the disgusting thought of Baba getting her paws dirty prompted me to do something about that roach.
So I armed myself with a broom and strut bravely back to the loo, carefully inspecting the surrounding before taking another step forward. That revolting creature was behind the door. I took a closer look at it and was so relieved that it doesn’t have a yellow band around its neck. (Do roaches even have necks?)
“Pah!” went the broom. “Piak” went the roach.
Ok I was just being disgusting. It didn’t go piak. I hate to crush roaches as I didn’t like their roach juice oozing all over the place. I hit it just enough to weaken it.
It fell from the wall and crawled towards me! I gave it another hit and it ended up on its back with all its repulsive legs twitching in the air.
Have you all ever wondered why do roaches always end up on their backs no matter how they are positioned before that? I often see crushed cockroaches on the pavement. And although they are crushed, anyone could see that they died on their backs. Why does this happen? I mean if a cockroach were to be happily crawling about, minding its own business and unfortunately get stepped on by some unwitting people, won’t their backs be facing up instead?
And since I’ve already digressed from my cockroach encounter, let me digress more.
How many dead, crushed, smashed, decapitated and mutilated roaches can a flight of stairs have?
Answer would be FIVE.
Yes, a freaking FIVE! That is the number of dead, crushed, smashed, decapitated, mutilated roaches on a flight of stairs at the 2nd floor of my block! I really hate my neighbours below. They are such dirty, inconsiderate and uncouth inhabitants. They litter the entire level below the 4th floor with loads of rubbish and because our 4th floor is very clean, they got jealous and started throwing litter on my level and even outside our door. They are probably jealous of our flat which looks really nice on the outside. Food styrofoam boxes, snack wrappers, spit-out chewing gum etc were disposed right at our doorstep! They even stole our beautiful plants! Whole pots of them and pluck our money plant to grow some for their own. I have half the mind to install some CCTV, but that could not be done of course. I don’t know what we have done to deserve this.
My neighbours are really incorrigible and I shall bitch about them some other time, as I’m still halfway into my cockroach story.
Right, where did I stop? Oh yes, it fell from the wall and crawled towards me! I gave it another hit and it ended up on its back with all its repulsive legs twitching in the air. It was pretty much alive still and I was afraid that if I were to sweep it up, it would overturn itself right side up and crawl away. Alas, this has to be done quickly for I saw Baba catwalking into the toilet. I swiftly swept the roach, threw it into the toilet bowl, flushed it and used a wet serviette to clean up any roach juice on the part of the floor where I had hit it.
I emerged from the loo triumphantly. As if I’ve just fought a fierce battle with the Spartans. That was my first time killing roaches without a can of insecticide.
My Simba is “tail-tailing” and rubbing against me right now. She’s really cute but she isn’t exactly photogenic. Most of her cute moments either did not turn out cute on the camera or were not captured in time.
Zzzzzz…
Yawning…
These are the few pictures of her I have on this comp.
Ever since my da jie switched Baba’s food to Science Diet, her fur has grown a lot softer and smoother. Science Diet is specially formulated to meet nutitional balance and target certain problems in cats. For example, they have Science Diet “for sensitive stomach”, “for sensitive skin” etc. And these words are printed quite largely on the packet. So when my sis bought the most recent one, I was puzzled as to why there wasn’t any of such words. I looked all over the packet and at last I saw the word “Lite” and “for cats who are prone to gain weight”. I thought that was really funny and after I read that, fat Baba came strolling towards me and I was pointing and laughing at her. Poor Baba looked at me so innocently with her big black eyes and went “meow”.
Just like this...
Da jie and Er jie never fail to exclaim that Puss in Boots looks like Baba and Baba looks like Puss in Boots. I think that the above look of Puss in Boots is cuter than Baba but Baba beats Puss in Boots in cuteness for all other scenes in the show.
And these are some of the older pictures of her. The newer and fatter ones are not on my computer.
Baba
Baba again
I think if I start talking about Baba, I would write a really loooong entry, so I shan’t write about her now.
Gosh… look at the time now. History is repeating itself again!
I’ve got like so much to say for the week which has just passed that maybe I’ll just not blog about it.
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
It’s Another Happy Day
Met up with Christina today. It was an impromptu arrangement. She happened to take leave till today and I happened to be free in the morning so we decided to meet up. And because I’ve not seen her for such a long time, I postponed both tuitions today and had the whole day off.
Oh by the way, we have great telepathy. We called each other at the same time to discuss the meet up, we wore almost the same outfit, we both initiated that we wanted to thread our eyebrows on that day, using those traditional Indian method as before that, none of our friends were willing to go with us, and we nearly resorted to going alone. Such telepathy. No?
Ok back to my story…
We decided to head for LIPS as we wanted a place where the food is not too bad and where we can sit for hours and chat without being chased off by the management. I was pleasantly surprised to find that we were the only patrons there. That was the first time I saw an empty LIPS. Usually, the place would be so packed that we would have to sit outside.
This is such a rare sight that I thought I had to snap a picture of the place.
An empty LIPS café… empty but serene.
We had some Monday Special lunch set which wasn’t exactly appetizing. But the chocolate cheesecake sure was!
Chocolate cheesecake
It was great fun meeting up with Chris. Given that we know each other since Primary 2, we were both very forthcoming, incredibly 38 and chatty, and could talk about almost everything under the sun. There was never a single moment of silence. [Read: peace]
We talked about our lives. And the Water Babies! We talked about our jobs. How much I love mine, and how much she hates hers. We bitched about the shallowness of some people. We bitched about childish guys. We bitched about pretty girls with character as flat as erm... flat boobs. And goodness knows what else we bitched about. Of course, we also engaged in some deep philosophy, basically about how ugly people can be when their character is ugly.
And of course we just had to take a picture of ourselves on the red couch.
Us at Lips
Oh and I digress a little… Those of you who haven’t tried eyebrow threading, do give it a try. I personally like it a lot although I know Chris would violently protest and discourage people from trying. She was “ow-ing” every second that the customer after us was trying very hard to stifle her laughter.
So after we got our eyebrows threaded and felt prettier, we decided to take some wacky photos. Some are too wacky to display on public and I don’t know if Chris would yell at me if I do so.
We were racking our brains deciding on some backdrops for our photos. We were walking around when I suggested walking into Spotlight for some inspirations. Inspirations we had… …
Me behind a fugly moo-moo mask. Got milk?
And Chris trying to do a SCREAM thing.
After making ourselves so fugly, we decided to change props and act sweet.
Me acting sweet
Chris acting sweet
And then flirty…
Me with a feather boa
Chris’ turn
I think we failed to act flirty. I promise we’ll practice more.
This is what you get when two crazy gals get together armed with a digital camera.
When our heads were still full of wacky poses and props, Mummy called to ask if we needed a lift since Daddy was fetching her from work. Having not taken enough proper photos without silly props, I asked Mum to shoot us in the car. And this photo was churned out only after 3 tries. It was too dark, the road was too bumpy and mum’s lao hua yan was settling in.
Parting shot
Chris took leave and went to KL with her colleagues the days before she met me. I thought this shot of the twin towers look really awesome. Okay la, it’s not symmetrically taken but I feel that the effect is unique. It doesn’t look like something you can capture on digital camera. Reminds me of those glow-in-the-dark puzzles.
Glowing Twin towers
Chris got me a gift from KL… When she said she had something for me, I thought she would be handing me some tacky Malaysia souvenirs like a keychain of the twin tower or a keychain of some shells and crab cruelly congealed in some clear gem-like plastic.
So I was really taken aback when she presented me with a “cheong” Burberry wallet in pink, as I did not expect it at all. She immediately told me it was the “cheong” kind. I knew it of course, and did not mind at all. In fact, I was pleasantly surprised and extremely touched. You’ve still got my heart gal, even while on a trip.
I won’t be using it for now, as my wallet is still quite new.
I went home and constantly opened the box to admire it. It really exudes sweetness. My family all thought the wallet was really pretty and my da jie had to add that it is too sweet for me!
My unauthentic but pretty Burberry Wallet
So since I was snapping my wallet, I decided to snap my watch as well. This Swatch watch was given to me by the gang for my 21st birthday last year and I could not bear to wear it till my pirated metal strap Longines died on me.
Swatch Watch
I’ve only worn it for a few days when scratches started to appear. Was really very heartbroken when I discovered the scratches. Blame my wrist for being so skinny that I had to overlap the metal ends to hold it in place.
Can you see the scratches?
I’m gonna buy another metal strap watch and keep this one safe in its box. My mother wonders why I keep watches and not wear them.
It had been great fun today and once again, I'm soooo tempted to get a digital camera.
I’ll be at the TPY branch tomorrow to set up my classroom. It’ll be so fun decorating and personalizing it.
Oh by the way, we have great telepathy. We called each other at the same time to discuss the meet up, we wore almost the same outfit, we both initiated that we wanted to thread our eyebrows on that day, using those traditional Indian method as before that, none of our friends were willing to go with us, and we nearly resorted to going alone. Such telepathy. No?
Ok back to my story…
We decided to head for LIPS as we wanted a place where the food is not too bad and where we can sit for hours and chat without being chased off by the management. I was pleasantly surprised to find that we were the only patrons there. That was the first time I saw an empty LIPS. Usually, the place would be so packed that we would have to sit outside.
This is such a rare sight that I thought I had to snap a picture of the place.
An empty LIPS café… empty but serene.
We had some Monday Special lunch set which wasn’t exactly appetizing. But the chocolate cheesecake sure was!
Chocolate cheesecake
It was great fun meeting up with Chris. Given that we know each other since Primary 2, we were both very forthcoming, incredibly 38 and chatty, and could talk about almost everything under the sun. There was never a single moment of silence. [Read: peace]
We talked about our lives. And the Water Babies! We talked about our jobs. How much I love mine, and how much she hates hers. We bitched about the shallowness of some people. We bitched about childish guys. We bitched about pretty girls with character as flat as erm... flat boobs. And goodness knows what else we bitched about. Of course, we also engaged in some deep philosophy, basically about how ugly people can be when their character is ugly.
And of course we just had to take a picture of ourselves on the red couch.
Us at Lips
Oh and I digress a little… Those of you who haven’t tried eyebrow threading, do give it a try. I personally like it a lot although I know Chris would violently protest and discourage people from trying. She was “ow-ing” every second that the customer after us was trying very hard to stifle her laughter.
So after we got our eyebrows threaded and felt prettier, we decided to take some wacky photos. Some are too wacky to display on public and I don’t know if Chris would yell at me if I do so.
We were racking our brains deciding on some backdrops for our photos. We were walking around when I suggested walking into Spotlight for some inspirations. Inspirations we had… …
Me behind a fugly moo-moo mask. Got milk?
And Chris trying to do a SCREAM thing.
After making ourselves so fugly, we decided to change props and act sweet.
Me acting sweet
Chris acting sweet
And then flirty…
Me with a feather boa
Chris’ turn
I think we failed to act flirty. I promise we’ll practice more.
This is what you get when two crazy gals get together armed with a digital camera.
When our heads were still full of wacky poses and props, Mummy called to ask if we needed a lift since Daddy was fetching her from work. Having not taken enough proper photos without silly props, I asked Mum to shoot us in the car. And this photo was churned out only after 3 tries. It was too dark, the road was too bumpy and mum’s lao hua yan was settling in.
Parting shot
Chris took leave and went to KL with her colleagues the days before she met me. I thought this shot of the twin towers look really awesome. Okay la, it’s not symmetrically taken but I feel that the effect is unique. It doesn’t look like something you can capture on digital camera. Reminds me of those glow-in-the-dark puzzles.
Glowing Twin towers
Chris got me a gift from KL… When she said she had something for me, I thought she would be handing me some tacky Malaysia souvenirs like a keychain of the twin tower or a keychain of some shells and crab cruelly congealed in some clear gem-like plastic.
So I was really taken aback when she presented me with a “cheong” Burberry wallet in pink, as I did not expect it at all. She immediately told me it was the “cheong” kind. I knew it of course, and did not mind at all. In fact, I was pleasantly surprised and extremely touched. You’ve still got my heart gal, even while on a trip.
I won’t be using it for now, as my wallet is still quite new.
I went home and constantly opened the box to admire it. It really exudes sweetness. My family all thought the wallet was really pretty and my da jie had to add that it is too sweet for me!
My unauthentic but pretty Burberry Wallet
So since I was snapping my wallet, I decided to snap my watch as well. This Swatch watch was given to me by the gang for my 21st birthday last year and I could not bear to wear it till my pirated metal strap Longines died on me.
Swatch Watch
I’ve only worn it for a few days when scratches started to appear. Was really very heartbroken when I discovered the scratches. Blame my wrist for being so skinny that I had to overlap the metal ends to hold it in place.
Can you see the scratches?
I’m gonna buy another metal strap watch and keep this one safe in its box. My mother wonders why I keep watches and not wear them.
It had been great fun today and once again, I'm soooo tempted to get a digital camera.
I’ll be at the TPY branch tomorrow to set up my classroom. It’ll be so fun decorating and personalizing it.
Monday, September 27, 2004
Biological Clock Not Tuned Yet
I spent a bomb today but am feeling very happy coz most of what I spent today was not on myself. At times, when you spend on others and make them happy, you will feel a sense of contentment. This time, I did not spend it on friends but on my family instead. I treated my parents dinner, da bao an expensive dinner for er jie and got a birthday cake for da jie, who by the way, shares the same birthday as Andy Lau.
Throughout the years, I find that my family has gotten closer. Of course, it couldn’t beat the times when we were still kids but it is getting better. Save for the occasional insane quarrels when I am usually the middle person, I’m quite thankful that at least I have a complete family, not too perfect but not at all dreadful.
I brought my parents to Sakae Sushi for dinner. It was sort of a treat for Dad whose birthday was on the 25th and was glad that they enjoyed their meal. It was their first time eating there and at the beginning, they were hesitant in taking the dishes from the “conveyor belt”, constantly worrying about how much I’ve to fork out.
Really! Sometimes I feel that Dad and Mum scrimp and save too much that they have not really enjoyed life. Each time my sisters and I bring them out for meals, they will worry about ordering expensive dishes and looking all so miserable when they see the prices on the menu and the bill soon after. It is ok to enjoy a bit of good food once in awhile. And Sakae Sushi isn’t like some fancy restaurants yet they were so worried for my pocket. I chided them for that and they said next time when I earn more, they’ll definitely take more red dishes. I was thinking to myself, the next time I earn more, I would take them to some fancy restaurant and if I have saved enough after a few years, I would arrange a short getaway for them. Poor them have not really enjoyed much in life.
But of course that takes time. I don’t know if time is a crucial factor here. These past few years, both Dad and Mum have been suffering from many ailments that I get so afraid they will just leave me anytime. Yes I’m paranoid. But some of their symptoms seem like what cancer stricken people would have. And I’m such a bad girl, a non-practicing Christian who sometimes condemn the Christian way of thinking and only seek God when I encounter problems. Maybe that is why God refuses to listen to this Jolene person and hence my prayers to keep my parents in good health were disregarded.
Most of the time, I do not display my love for them openly. I may seem very rebellious to them, especially to my mum. I’m forever rude to her. I’m forever feeling irritated with her. I’m forever snapping at her. I’m forever against her. I’m forever lecturing her whenever I feel she’s in the wrong. I’m forever scolding her when she scolds me or any other people unfairly. I’m forever scolding her when she is unreasonable. (She really is very unreasonable sometimes!!) I’m forever scolding her for scolding my poor dad. I’m always scolding her for being money-minded at times. I’m always scolding her for being such a kaypo… In short, I’m forever scolding her.
And then after being all so mean, I will reflect on what I’ve done. Although most of the time, I still think she is the one in the wrong, I will feel bad on the other lesser times when I’m at fault. But, I would never show any remorse openly.
I always remind myself to treat the people around me better for I will never know when they would leave. Yet, I do not practice what I tell myself.
I don’t know how this entry is interpreted but don’t be mistaken by the somewhat dreary tone of this entry. I’m bad at prac crit when it comes to non-Literature writing. I’m still in a happy mood. Oh yes one more reason why I’m happy… I drank lots of Baileys just now, one of my fave alcoholic drinks. I know this sounds out of tune but I’m doing it on purpose… so that I can wander off on a different note.
Due to the school 1-week term break, my weekend for this week was the Sunday which has just passed and Monday, which is erm… today. I have to go back to work on Tuesday so my grand Tuesday plan is temporarily ruined.
The time is 4.10am and my biological clock has yet been tuned. Still not feeling sleepy. Am I glad my sister finally installed wireless Internet even after I refused to split the cost. Goodness knows what I would be doing without Internet in my room when I’m not sleepy enough to go to bed. I would probably be doing more constructive things like reading my school materials and practicing my flash cards and ESP talent.
I can also use this time to make some changes to my blog, dabbling around with the html with my lousy html-dabbling skills. I felt so smug when I managed to include a great song on my blog last Tuesday. By now, many of you would have gone crazy by She Will Be Loved and either attempt to click the STOP button each time you view my blog or to smash your speakers with your badminton racket. And then it will all be thanks to me that this number one song falls all the way off the chart.
Of course, I’m merely being narcissistic, assuming that every one of you reads my blog everyday. I’m sure all the above would not have happened. All of you will still be sane, your index finger will not have suffered from excessive clicking motion (while frantically trying to click the stop button), your speakers will still be intact, She Will Be Loved will not be hated and fall off the charts.
The time is 4.30am and I’m still quite awake. I should go induce sleep now.
Throughout the years, I find that my family has gotten closer. Of course, it couldn’t beat the times when we were still kids but it is getting better. Save for the occasional insane quarrels when I am usually the middle person, I’m quite thankful that at least I have a complete family, not too perfect but not at all dreadful.
I brought my parents to Sakae Sushi for dinner. It was sort of a treat for Dad whose birthday was on the 25th and was glad that they enjoyed their meal. It was their first time eating there and at the beginning, they were hesitant in taking the dishes from the “conveyor belt”, constantly worrying about how much I’ve to fork out.
Really! Sometimes I feel that Dad and Mum scrimp and save too much that they have not really enjoyed life. Each time my sisters and I bring them out for meals, they will worry about ordering expensive dishes and looking all so miserable when they see the prices on the menu and the bill soon after. It is ok to enjoy a bit of good food once in awhile. And Sakae Sushi isn’t like some fancy restaurants yet they were so worried for my pocket. I chided them for that and they said next time when I earn more, they’ll definitely take more red dishes. I was thinking to myself, the next time I earn more, I would take them to some fancy restaurant and if I have saved enough after a few years, I would arrange a short getaway for them. Poor them have not really enjoyed much in life.
But of course that takes time. I don’t know if time is a crucial factor here. These past few years, both Dad and Mum have been suffering from many ailments that I get so afraid they will just leave me anytime. Yes I’m paranoid. But some of their symptoms seem like what cancer stricken people would have. And I’m such a bad girl, a non-practicing Christian who sometimes condemn the Christian way of thinking and only seek God when I encounter problems. Maybe that is why God refuses to listen to this Jolene person and hence my prayers to keep my parents in good health were disregarded.
Most of the time, I do not display my love for them openly. I may seem very rebellious to them, especially to my mum. I’m forever rude to her. I’m forever feeling irritated with her. I’m forever snapping at her. I’m forever against her. I’m forever lecturing her whenever I feel she’s in the wrong. I’m forever scolding her when she scolds me or any other people unfairly. I’m forever scolding her when she is unreasonable. (She really is very unreasonable sometimes!!) I’m forever scolding her for scolding my poor dad. I’m always scolding her for being money-minded at times. I’m always scolding her for being such a kaypo… In short, I’m forever scolding her.
And then after being all so mean, I will reflect on what I’ve done. Although most of the time, I still think she is the one in the wrong, I will feel bad on the other lesser times when I’m at fault. But, I would never show any remorse openly.
I always remind myself to treat the people around me better for I will never know when they would leave. Yet, I do not practice what I tell myself.
I don’t know how this entry is interpreted but don’t be mistaken by the somewhat dreary tone of this entry. I’m bad at prac crit when it comes to non-Literature writing. I’m still in a happy mood. Oh yes one more reason why I’m happy… I drank lots of Baileys just now, one of my fave alcoholic drinks. I know this sounds out of tune but I’m doing it on purpose… so that I can wander off on a different note.
Due to the school 1-week term break, my weekend for this week was the Sunday which has just passed and Monday, which is erm… today. I have to go back to work on Tuesday so my grand Tuesday plan is temporarily ruined.
The time is 4.10am and my biological clock has yet been tuned. Still not feeling sleepy. Am I glad my sister finally installed wireless Internet even after I refused to split the cost. Goodness knows what I would be doing without Internet in my room when I’m not sleepy enough to go to bed. I would probably be doing more constructive things like reading my school materials and practicing my flash cards and ESP talent.
I can also use this time to make some changes to my blog, dabbling around with the html with my lousy html-dabbling skills. I felt so smug when I managed to include a great song on my blog last Tuesday. By now, many of you would have gone crazy by She Will Be Loved and either attempt to click the STOP button each time you view my blog or to smash your speakers with your badminton racket. And then it will all be thanks to me that this number one song falls all the way off the chart.
Of course, I’m merely being narcissistic, assuming that every one of you reads my blog everyday. I’m sure all the above would not have happened. All of you will still be sane, your index finger will not have suffered from excessive clicking motion (while frantically trying to click the stop button), your speakers will still be intact, She Will Be Loved will not be hated and fall off the charts.
The time is 4.30am and I’m still quite awake. I should go induce sleep now.
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
This is beginning to sound alot like a diary
From now on, Tuesday would be my favourite day of the week. I changed my night tuition to morning such that I have the whole day for myself and for whoever who wants to meet up after that. “I need some time for myself and my friends. If not like very no life la.” C’s mother was laughing when I told her the reason for changing the time. “Yes you better change it or I would think you have no life too,” she joked.
Yoohoo!!! So whoever wants to meet up with me can do so on Tuesday. Any takers? No?
I’m feeling very energized today. After returning from tuition, I slipped on my exercise top, turned on some hip hop and dance tracks and started doing 2 sets of 50 sit ups. Then I did some leg lifting till my buns hurt. Lifted some weights till my arms hurt and grooved to the music. Quite little la, but it felt really good because I’ve not worked out in ages. I panted last time when I brisk walked my way from the bus stop to the LTs and classrooms back then in NUS as I was late for every single lesson. I panted a few days ago when I ran from Toa Payoh MRT station all the way to my workplace, the HDB hub, which in case you don’t know, is just a stone’s throw away. Yes, I’m that weak and lousy. Blame it on the NIKE shoes which gave way on me a year ago!
I’ve decided to start off every Tuesday the same way. If I manage to adjust my biological clock such that I do not sleep at 2, 3am every morning, I would wake up early to go for a run. Save for my cranky right knee problem, I really love running and realized how much I missed it when my last sports shoes had their soles flying off my feet. I’ve since been too lazy to go through the hassle of investing in a good pair of sports shoes which eventually became a great excuse not to run when my love for running died away.
I still do not have sports shoes. And my 2nd sis left hers in her office. So this activity has to be struck off from the Tuesday to-do list. I shall just include those sit ups and stuff as my weekly work out activities. And I hope laziness does not catch up on me halfway or I would have to strike this off my list as well.
Next I would do all the online stuff like checking mails, settling some sales from auction and FP, and do some blog reading and writing. I feel more in tune with people when I read or glance through their blogs. And I feel more in tune with myself when I pen my thoughts down or rather, keyboard my thoughts out. And I’m truly happy when I read all your sms-es and emails the past few days. A handful of you, most of whom love kids, were so supportive of my job. THANK YOU!!!!! And to all of you who miss me… I MISS YOU PEOPLE TOO! Aww… this is so not like me to say such things in public. I guess I’m infected by the kids in school.
I was greeted with shock when I tried to access one of the blogs I read every now and then. Where on earth is POPAGANDHI??? I’ve not even read her latest entries yet! In case you are wondering, she is one excellent writer. I feel so ashamed, as even though she is younger than me, she is a lot more well-read than I am and she churns out pretty good stuff at times. I use the words “at times” not because sometimes she doesn’t write good stuff, but rather, I could not understand some of her entries. For those that I understood, I enjoyed them. She is that good. Better than the most famous Singaporean blogger. Ahem… Okay, I don’t wish to compare cause they have different styles. And I would occasionally read the latter’s blog for the simpler English and for the laughs.
I love my weekends. Monday and Tuesday… days when everybody else will be rushing off for work and crowd the whole Singapore. And I love to go shopping on a weekday where everywhere would be so peaceful. I really hate crowds. But for the past two weekends, I’ve not got the chance to go out alone. Will try to do so next week. Gosh! I’ve really developed this penchant for shopping alone.
This week is the kids' 1-week term break. It is also the week when two other new teachers and me will be undergoing intensive training and preparation for our new class the week after. Can’t believe we are going to teach so soon. The demo class would be this Saturday where we would be accessed. We are supposed to pretend to teach while other teachers pretend to be difficult students. Sounds really scary. And while we undergo intensive training this week, so many other lucky teachers took leave and some went on short trips. Looking forward to a short trip this December if I’ve save enough. I long for a get away.
Right, I’ve gotta go call Zann to arrange dinner later. (Eh… it’s damn weird to call you by your sophisticated English name on my blog lor!) It has been raining since afternoon and still is. I wonder if we should go ahead with dinner.
Okay, this is beginning to sound a lot like a diary.
Yoohoo!!! So whoever wants to meet up with me can do so on Tuesday. Any takers? No?
I’m feeling very energized today. After returning from tuition, I slipped on my exercise top, turned on some hip hop and dance tracks and started doing 2 sets of 50 sit ups. Then I did some leg lifting till my buns hurt. Lifted some weights till my arms hurt and grooved to the music. Quite little la, but it felt really good because I’ve not worked out in ages. I panted last time when I brisk walked my way from the bus stop to the LTs and classrooms back then in NUS as I was late for every single lesson. I panted a few days ago when I ran from Toa Payoh MRT station all the way to my workplace, the HDB hub, which in case you don’t know, is just a stone’s throw away. Yes, I’m that weak and lousy. Blame it on the NIKE shoes which gave way on me a year ago!
I’ve decided to start off every Tuesday the same way. If I manage to adjust my biological clock such that I do not sleep at 2, 3am every morning, I would wake up early to go for a run. Save for my cranky right knee problem, I really love running and realized how much I missed it when my last sports shoes had their soles flying off my feet. I’ve since been too lazy to go through the hassle of investing in a good pair of sports shoes which eventually became a great excuse not to run when my love for running died away.
I still do not have sports shoes. And my 2nd sis left hers in her office. So this activity has to be struck off from the Tuesday to-do list. I shall just include those sit ups and stuff as my weekly work out activities. And I hope laziness does not catch up on me halfway or I would have to strike this off my list as well.
Next I would do all the online stuff like checking mails, settling some sales from auction and FP, and do some blog reading and writing. I feel more in tune with people when I read or glance through their blogs. And I feel more in tune with myself when I pen my thoughts down or rather, keyboard my thoughts out. And I’m truly happy when I read all your sms-es and emails the past few days. A handful of you, most of whom love kids, were so supportive of my job. THANK YOU!!!!! And to all of you who miss me… I MISS YOU PEOPLE TOO! Aww… this is so not like me to say such things in public. I guess I’m infected by the kids in school.
I was greeted with shock when I tried to access one of the blogs I read every now and then. Where on earth is POPAGANDHI??? I’ve not even read her latest entries yet! In case you are wondering, she is one excellent writer. I feel so ashamed, as even though she is younger than me, she is a lot more well-read than I am and she churns out pretty good stuff at times. I use the words “at times” not because sometimes she doesn’t write good stuff, but rather, I could not understand some of her entries. For those that I understood, I enjoyed them. She is that good. Better than the most famous Singaporean blogger. Ahem… Okay, I don’t wish to compare cause they have different styles. And I would occasionally read the latter’s blog for the simpler English and for the laughs.
I love my weekends. Monday and Tuesday… days when everybody else will be rushing off for work and crowd the whole Singapore. And I love to go shopping on a weekday where everywhere would be so peaceful. I really hate crowds. But for the past two weekends, I’ve not got the chance to go out alone. Will try to do so next week. Gosh! I’ve really developed this penchant for shopping alone.
This week is the kids' 1-week term break. It is also the week when two other new teachers and me will be undergoing intensive training and preparation for our new class the week after. Can’t believe we are going to teach so soon. The demo class would be this Saturday where we would be accessed. We are supposed to pretend to teach while other teachers pretend to be difficult students. Sounds really scary. And while we undergo intensive training this week, so many other lucky teachers took leave and some went on short trips. Looking forward to a short trip this December if I’ve save enough. I long for a get away.
Right, I’ve gotta go call Zann to arrange dinner later. (Eh… it’s damn weird to call you by your sophisticated English name on my blog lor!) It has been raining since afternoon and still is. I wonder if we should go ahead with dinner.
Okay, this is beginning to sound a lot like a diary.
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