Why Oh Why...

Today isn't exactly the best day... Don't know why.

Not many reasons to pick from:

1) At work.. gosh, so much to clear before production begins

2) Today is A Maths exams & I didn't get the best reply from the girls

3) Took half day to sit for a test which I have no idea why I was there!

4) Couldn't even nap at home because I just can't. (Oddly, I sleep so well in trains +.+)

5) Relapse of old injury on left ankle and made me limp for the past few days *sob*

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Really. Point (2) was the worst of all and has made me think alot.

I remembered back in school when friends who are weaker in maths ask me some questions, I get extremely exasperated when they just don't get it!

Now that my temper has become much better, the students ain't even trying!

How do I get my point across to them that I can only teach them this much, the rest is really up to them to practise!!! If they don't, formulas and methods of applications just slip through their fingers that easily! On top of that, you need to try try and try.

Where did that spirit of perserverance go? URGH.

The difference between maths and the science is that, as long as u try, practise, figure you will solve a maths question. But science is rigid! If you don't know it there and then, you will never get the answer. Unless of course you do your research & read up during your own time.

Sigh.. that much for all the ranting..

the difference being a tutor & a school teacher is.. a tutor can't scold.

But they are too old to be scolded too. SIGHHHHHH...

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Never mind, at least I have some heart warming smses from two handsome boys yesterday and the beginning of the week *wink*

Comforting to know that my one month stint at BP has made some really good 'friends'.

Well, work hard kids. Before you know it, school's over and the real world comes.

I thought it will be interesting to collect a little data using the poll at my sidebar. :)

Bah Humba

There are some days where I run out of things to write.

Simply because I find every thing just silly to mention.

Take a peek into other's blogs and you see all the weirdest, most mundane or sickening posts.

Posts after posts = whining about stress at work, school, relationships

Day after day = events and silly things you do with your boyfriends

Sometimes, people reveal far too much on their blog it's not difficult to guess what kind of persons they are.

Sigh! All the cons on blogging....

Don't be a Fool, BimBo.

I really like the following letters (plucked from someone else's blog). Have a read.

A young and pretty lady posted this on a popular forum:

Title: What should I do to marry a rich guy?

I'm going to be honest of what I'm going to say here.

I'm 25 this year. I'm very pretty, have style and good taste. I wish to marry a guy with $500k annual salary or above.

You might say that I'm greedy, but an annual salary of $1M is considered only as middle class in New York. My requirement is not high.

Is there anyone in this forum who has an income of $500k annual salary? Are you all married?

I wanted to ask: what should I do to marry rich persons like you?

Among those I've dated, the richest is $250k annual income, and it seems that this is my upper limit. If someone is going to move into high cost residential area on the west of New York City Garden (?), $250k annual income is not enough.

I'm here humbly to ask a few questions:
1) Where do most rich bachelors hang out?
(Please list down the names and addresses of bars, restaurant, gym)

2) Which age group should I target?

3) Why most wives of the riches is only average-looking? I've met a few girls who doesn't have looks and are not interesting, but they are able to marry rich guys

4) How do you decide who can be your wife, and who can only be your girlfriend?
(my target now is to get married)

Ms. Pretty

Here's a reply from a Wall Street Financial guy:

Dear Ms. Pretty,

I have read your post with great interest. Guess there are lots of girls out there who have similar questions like yours. Please allow me to analyze your situation as a professional investor.

My annual income is more than $500k, which meets your requirement, so I hope everyone believes that I'm not wasting time here.

From the standpoint of a business person, it is a bad decision to marry you. The answer is very simple, so let me explain.

Put the details aside, what you're trying to do is an exchange of "beauty" and "money": Person A provides beauty, and Person B pays for it, fair and square.

However, there's a deadly problem here, your beauty will fade, but my money will not be gone without any good reason.
The fact is, my income might increase from year to year, but you can't be prettier year after year.
Hence from the viewpoint of economics, I am an appreciation asset, and you are a depreciation asset. It's not just normal depreciation, but exponential depreciation. If that is your only asset, your value will be much worried 10 years later.

By the terms we use in Wall Street, every trading has a position, dating with you is also a "trading position". If the trade value dropped we will sell it and it is not a good idea to keep it for long term - same goes with the marriage that you wanted. It might be cruel to say this, but in order to make a wiser decision any assets with great depreciation value will be sold or "leased". Anyone with over $500k annual income is not a fool; we would only date you, but will not marry you.

I would advice that you forget looking for any clues to marry a rich guy. And by the way, you could make yourself to become a rich person with $500k annual income. This has better chance than finding a rich fool.Hope this reply helps.

If you are interested in "leasing" services, do contact me

..Signed, J.P. Morgan

Draggeity Drag Drag...

Just had a talk with mom over the phone.

She sounded pretty happy and seems like she and dad are having a great time in Guangzhou, Dong Guan & Macau!

Made me extremely jealous with the number of days they will be over there for and how I'm stuck here.

Not like it's all that bad. But... rather to be elsewhere & overseas!

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Singapore's heat slowly creeping in... and everybody who knows me well enough knows I hate the heat.

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MF msged yesterday to announce her wedding will be in March next year.

Finally, the answer we were all waiting for has been out.

Who shall be the one to get married first...

maybe now it will be

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Who will be the one to get married last!

3 weddings to attend this year... man.

This is how people remind you how old you are.

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i havent the chance to find a nice tagboard to put up.

Shahera told me tagboard makes my blog looks vibrant. It never occurred to me until she told me.

Whoa.

I had better look for one so my usual taggers can come in again.

& to Mr GWH: I will put a column of which company I am currently working for to present the productions my company is holding.

...DreamSeeker...

Current Read:

I picked up this book from Brian's home office and it has gotten me hooked since.

A simple and easy to read book that started off with a really neat story about all of us - Nobodies.

There was a Nobody called Ordinary who woke up to a Big Dream one day to find a feather left behind by the Dream Giver.

Curious, he left the Land of Familiar in seek of his Big Dream with faith that the Dream Giver was there to help him.

Along his journey, he met with giants called Moneyless, Reluctance etc and other Nobodies whom he knew. The giants and Nobodies tried to stop him from moving forward to his Big Dream yet through it all, he fought the battle with the help of the Dreamgiver.

This was one of the fastest book I read and in less than two days, I'm left with half a book.

Worth picking it up to get a confidence booster for those who are seeking for their big dreams!

Dengue Scare

It was during last Friday's cell group when we were informed that Mr Muscleman, Paul, was warded for dengue!

Poor guy.

He is living in Singapore with his young brother & wants us to keep mum about the issue from his parents.

Thank God he looks fine on Sunday & hope he'll be healthy and back this Friday...

Good O'l Food & Funny Old Men

It's been ages since I stepped into an extremely huge hawker centre with a wet market combined.

I love hawker fare and it will be what i will miss when I'm overseas.

Had lunch at Tekka market and everyday I'm spoilt for choice.

Jennifer says I should target those 'traditional' looking stalls with old men vendors... food's always good.


S$2 prawn noodle!

Soooooo Old School~

It's so impossible to find a bowl of noodles for two bucks these days.

Back in the '80s, I can easily order a bowl of fishball noodles for S$1.80 ~ S$2.00

This uncle is the best! He is on a one-man show!

He cooks the noodles, chops the meat, shells the prawns, washes the dishes and collects payment.

He doesn't care if you understood dialect, he asks what you want in fluent Teochew anyhow.

You see what I mean?

It's this kind of old people I take my hat off to & with all due respect, I salute them. (Unlike those mentioned in my previous post)

Anyway, with 5 prawns in a bowl of noodles that costs S$2, it is no wonder he has to save costs on helper to please his customers.

Way to go Ah pek!

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My production manager is constantly looking under his treasures to spruce up the office.

Interestingly, he added two new things onto my table today.

A spongy alphabet & a cutesy rat :P

Brian bought three rats for a production last year, which in the end were not used because the actor who was supposed to use it for that scene couldn't pronounce some words.

What?!

Brian took one of the finger puppet rats and performed for me a short puppetry - a rat peeking out from his left palm and then scampering across his chest onto his shoulder!

So CUTE!

At 50, his finger is still so agile~

Wait till I master it, I will video it down. Till then, one of them will be seated on my iMac :)

Squeak!

The 3 for $1 problem

Really. But sometimes I wish these people would just go away.

They inject pangs of uninvited guilt in people.

Forgive me, but before you call me heartless, allow me to recount what happened this evening.

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2 seconds right after I set my tray on the table, one middle age lady wheeled her market trolley next to me, held out the stack of tissues and recited the usual,

3 for $1, Miss, please help.

Without looking up, I smiled, shook my head politely and rejected her.

Instead of walking away, she stood beside me, continued with a string of pity-filled lines.

It's only a dollar for 3. Please help. I've a sick child. You have parents right? or grandparents? Sick? You understand?

For the dreadful 20 seconds, she didn't budge from my side, repeated those lines for the longest time.

I wasn't sure if she threw me a dirty look after that messy recitation (cuz if I were her, I'm sure i would, to someone who refused to lift up her head the whole time) but it sure was painful.

2 minutes later, a much older lady, walked over with an obvious mild tremor in her movement, cleared the tray from my table, smiled when I thanked her for that.

I was sure, the first lady was way younger than the latter, but yet she chose to seize people and then overdose them with the toxin called guilt.

Really, I am never critical of those who just stood aside to wait for willing customers, it was more of pity.

My gripe about the first lady was that she was forcing people and employing the karma-will-befall-on-you method.

I am already excluding the fact that she was probably making a close to 350% profit over that 3 packets of tissue.

The 2nd lady on the other hand, despite her obvious difficulty, she was moving around the hawker so quickly, clearing tables. Which then, should we save our compassion for?

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Again, allow me to explain my horrifying experience in Guangdong in Jan.

While heading towards a bar few streets from our hotel, I was 'attacked' by a boy 3 times younger than me.

He dived straight for my leg, wrapped his limbs around mine and cried for RMB5. While the young one was performing, his elder 'brother' stood aside coolly and looked on.

PF & Sam were trying to break us apart but to no avail. RMB5 is only S$1 but if it could stop the boy from crying, fine. I was willing.

After midnight on our way back to the hotel, we passed a convenience shop and there we saw, the same young boy, flipping his jacket as if to say

Job's done, time to pack up and go home!

Imagine how I felt at that point of time.

But friends who have been to China or lived there long enough will tell me, it's an all too common sight.
Sigh.

Singapore is just decent enough to have these hawker raiders.

Chain the Demon!

How does it help when you are greeted with a gust of wind that carries the aroma of curry with the first step out of the train station?

Zilch.

Sigh. really, I should quit whining about curbing that temptation and start binging away to the sound of Bollywood!

Anyway, the only thing I miss having the office in siglap is the 1 hr trip back home with Dad.

Though sometimes I wonder where his energy come from after a long day at work, I still appreciate that ride back, with him chattering away while I fight really hard to keep my eyes open. I discover new stuff about that cool guy after every ride. Awwww~~~

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The last time i walked down the streets of Little India was to satisfy my craving for some Indian vegetarian meal.

I never really knew it is quite a nice place to shop at especially you are a fan of Indian's wayang.

I know that surely, if I work here long enough, I would be the proud owner of a gorgeous piece of sari!

Check out the beauty of this ethnic dress...

Shows the curves with nothing to hide.

I am, proud to say, an ethnic costume collector. With little invested yet.

On my family vacation to Vietnam in '04, I spent on the first contemporary Vietnam costume - Ao Dai.

I figured it will look silly to be in the traditional Ao Dai

thus I got a contemporary looking one with halter, somewhat like the one below but comes in black and green. :)

Haven't had the chance to wear it yet :O

Plus in a small collection is another Organza kebaya white top. Goes well with a white spag & jeans maybe.

Sadly, traditional costumes cost a bomb, especially if you choose to tailor it.

Cheongsam, not yet. But maybe when I find a nice pattern.

But if I visit Korea, it will be their hanbok!

and the day to wear all of them?

My Wedding Date :)

Sunday Blabbering

Oh well, when one stays constipated for so long, it's not difficult to understand what comes with relief.

NON STOP BLABBERING.

I know. Again, it's my blog, let me talk :P

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The girls were terrible. They knew their A maths teacher will be at MOS burger and still fixed lesson there.

Yeah, my horror of horrors, I thought I heard someone calling my name.

Looked up and took quite a while to realise it was Jia Wen.

I thought we made a pact that they would only reveal who their tutor is only when they start to do well in exams.

How quick these girls turn on me. Ha!

Did hear that she went into teaching but didn't expect her to do her practicuum at BP.

Might have been weird to be teaching A Maths in the school where our A Maths teacher still is at.

Poor girl. Think she must have been under lots of stress to perform well so much so she 'overlooked' her students.

Give these teachers some credit. Seems like they need to do very well to be graded and given their choice of school.

You never know when you'll be a teacher yourself!

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Ended our night run at 7-eleven.

Ivy showed me the latest issue of Playeur.

Of course, the cover page isn't this subtle. It's just that i couldn't find the visual to Apr's issue.

But in it was at least 4 page spread of the thai Lasalle girl Ni**** I mentioned in my previous post.

Of which one page was 16 frames of consecutive shots of her heading to the bathroom and removing her outer wear leaving her lingerie on.

Ivy & I oogled on, flipping and commenting right in front of the 'No browsing' sign.

When we satisfied our 'thirst' at the convenient store, we headed straight back.

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I told Ivy I'd rather be featured in Prestige.

Seriously, that might be something worth telling your grandchildren next time and make them aspire to be in it too.

What would these male magazine models tell their grandchildren next time?

Hey kid, see I was that hot at 20! Now, beat that!

Plus, I think my dad would have disown me and my mom would have ripped my skin off if I was caught in those barely there bras and panties!

Fight the Flab!

I love FOOD!

Now that my office shifted from Siglap to Little India... imagine the temptations there!

No.. not the ah neh smell, or the bollywood hunks that might possibly strut the streets....

it's the rows of Indian restaurants!

Komala, Banana Leaf, Chez... curry, prata, muruku, thosai.. what an array.

Imagine how fat I will grow should I not chain that starving demon in me :(

Sigh... every walk past a restaurant will lure me ten steps closer to the door...

That's why it's FIGHT THE FLAB ACTION for now!

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Clocked 27 mins 54 secs for my endurance run tonight.

Previous week was 25 mins plus with cool down.

Don't smirk! For a non-athlete and at 23 years of age, 7 years since I last had 3 times a week 2.4km run, it's not too bad already!

I need a pat on the shoulder.. *ahem*

Joey says to lose that fat and cellulite that forms on our thunderous thighs, we need to clock at least 40 mins of run!

Come ON! If I had her perserverance, I would have joined her at Miss Singapore Universe la.

Plus, with friends who are scuba divers, gym instructress-to-be, gym fanatics, dancers... gosh, I had to do something before I have another form of movement - rolling =.=

To blog about my exercise regime is to make you all accountable to me.

I have a free tennis coach & an on-off jog partner to keep me in shape! :P

Back Home Again!

It's been long, yes I know.

Gosh. A month plus since I last blogged.

No wonder people say, once you start work, things change.

I guess so.

Suddenly, the couch and the black box in the living room seems like a convenient leisure activity.

I have, to my dismay, succumbed to the sleep demons of the couch who have swore to make their occupants motionless.

Gosh, I'm missing out so much on writing.

Hope I don't get lost in working world again!

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A new start, new blogskin.

Yep, I got this from blogsgonewild.com.

Figured I needed something different and took me forever to choose one. Even so, I'm not quite happy with this.

Well, what can a tech-idiot complain about? :(