Saturday, February 27, 2010

no i don't regret that i do not spew my thoughts like a gp essay. i'm glad i lead a normal simple neighbourhood girl's life.

yesterday morning i jolted up at 7.23, wondering why my dad didn't wake me up for work. was it saturday? then it dawned on me, my last day at jc was the day before.

first ever job from my first ever interview, though i ended up walking through the doors of the office for nineteen days. but these nineteen days have been very fulfilling.

technically it's an internship, so i basically spent more time learning than actually doing anything serious. thank goodness im was used in the office, allowed me to know nearly everybody alot better. allowed everybody to know me better too, in a way.

as usual i'm not very good with words, but i know that as i was passing my mug around for people to sign, as i stepped out of the password-protected doors one last time, i was fighting back tears. does this always happen to people on their last day of work?

i'm glad we're still contactable via fb. but now that i don't see them around me, i feel like there's nothing i can talk to them about anymore. i can't start converstions with "hey. xxx mj, post?", and i can't eavesdrop at calls around me then laugh like mad or give very constructive comments. i no longer have to only use fb before work and during lunch break.

i'll never forget the moment when i realise i couldn't sign in to the admin module, or send any corporate emails anymore. that was such a feeling a unwantedness. that i was no longer part of the jc dynamic family.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

the great fb fast

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erm yeah a kind of harmless comment by andrew led me to take a five-day fb fast hahaha.

but it does feel a little weird to not login to fb while i'm online. like, isn't that where all the action is?

anyhoo, since i've supposedly got more time w/o bumming ard on fb, i can blog more! except that i really have to filter my life now to decide what ends up published.

i'm thinking of replacing my 1st generation ipod nano, and i can't really decide between another ipod nano or an ipod touch. so ytd at work i asked V, who owns a nano and an iphone.

his verdict: if he doesn't own an iphone (an assumption that i gave him to decide with), he'll choose an itouch because it has many many more functions. like wi-fi and the apps. and anyway, size does matter.

then K diagonally behind sniggered at the last statement.

so i swivelled my chair around and clarified, "hey we're talking about ipods!"

update: idk if you can see the ad up there, but if you do please go take the survey, put sg's changi airport at the top of the list! and when the final report comes out, you can proudly say "i was a part of this!" =D

Monday, February 15, 2010

ISTANA

hahahaha now i can die content because i have finally walked the istana!

but i'll of course die happier if i can comb every inch of it and use every room including the toilet and everything upstairs! because the only toilet open to public was a lousy one with alot of bird/lizard shit, those within the main building were barricaded off. and we were only allowed to tour the ground floor.

basically to sum up the layout of the istana, it's a golf course behind guarded gates, peppered with ponds/gardens and buildings. yes i would like to play golf there someday(:

and no i did not see president nathan. i guess we left too early.

p.s. any leads to volunteer for the next istana open house?

Sunday, February 14, 2010

da nian chu yi!

everybody's too busy collecting angbaos to chat online lol.

anybody wants to go istana with me i feel so noob to have been living in sg for 19 years and not stepped into the sg white house!

Saturday, February 13, 2010

it's the time of the year.

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i think cny is amazing. it brings you a whole horde/hoard of emotions. stress, annoyance during spring cleaning and having to try on a gazillion pieces of clothes before finally deciding to get one, the excitement of actually getting all the purshases done (diet snapple at tencents each!), satisfaction when you manage to bargain off two dollars from that carton or mandarin oranges, and finally,

tomorrow's the day. the day where all chinese families (are supposed to) get together. where catching up (or interrogation about results, boyfriends/girlfriends) is done, where everybody sits around and eat. where even though you are annoyed at your grandaunts for constantly boasting about that genius son, you're just glad to see everyone. and get red packets of course;)

cny is magical because so many people are giving up vday for it. that speaks for itself.

Friday, February 12, 2010

家是唯一的城堡

对这个世界如果你有太多的抱怨
跌倒了就不敢继续往前走
为什么人要这么的脆弱堕落
请你打开电视看看
多少人为生命在努力勇敢的走下去
我们是不是该知足
珍惜一切就算没有拥有


还记得你说家是唯一的城堡
随著稻香河流继续奔跑
微微笑小时候的梦我知道
不要哭让萤火虫带著你逃跑
乡间的歌谣永远的依靠
回家吧回到最初的美好


不要这黱容易就想放弃
就像我说的
追不到的梦想换个梦不就得了
为自己的人生鲜艳上色
先把爱涂上喜欢的颜色

笑一个吧功成名就不是目的
让自己快乐快乐这才叫做意义
童年的纸飞机
现在终於飞回我手里

所谓的那快乐
赤脚在田里追蜻蜓追到累了
偷摘水果被蜜蜂给叮到怕了
谁在偷笑呢
我靠著稻草人吹著风唱著歌睡著了

哦哦午后吉它在虫鸣中更清脆
哦哦阳光洒在路上就不怕心碎
珍惜一切就算没有拥有


i'm returning to the home that "is belongs" to me.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

clueless.

i have no idea why i logged into blogger. it was just so instinctive.

all the best to me, all the best to us, all the best to them.

Monday, February 08, 2010

sensitive water issues.

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at this rate, i'll hit the target less than halfway through my internship. but i don't relish getting cross-eyed over perusing the teeny words published in the papers.

you know how chinese calls everything drinkable "shui"--water? but if it's directly translated back, water's just your plain tasteless water right.

so yes, we were out for lunch today, very huge group of eleven. X, back in the office, called D to ask him to buy "shui" back. for the other ten of us, it makes total sense that X wanted a beverage. maybe coke or soyabean or something. definitely not plain water because we have tonnes of that from the water dispenser.

but no, D went to the drink stall and got a bottle of mineral water and insisted that it's "shui", nothing wrong. made us laugh like we escaped from an asylum.

idk what happened when he brought it back though. should have popped over next door. i hate how we're separated by a wall.

girl we should talk. your boyfriend goes bonkers when drunk. but drunk people tell the truth.

Sunday, February 07, 2010

cut-ed hair

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today's last quote of the day is by jim morrison: some of the worst mistakes of my life have been haircuts.

yeah i went to cut my hair yesterday and it looks kinda weird now. think cuz i asked the person to just chop off two inches and don't bother re-layering it. i kinda want unlayer hair back, but as of now it's just horribly layered from the top and straight at the end. oh wells. time passes, hair grows.

shopping last evening, finally got some skirts for work. i do feel quite weird dressing with jeans because i'm the only one that does that in the office. even though i have permission to la. but you see, i go for lunch with them, and i end up making them look like my babysitters. when in rome, do as the romans do, right?

which means i need more shoes. can't be wearing my court shoes for work everyday. saw this nice purple pair though, but it's not heeled. not that i really need to be taller since i'm not the shortest there(:

i think i'm geting fat. need to start running.

Friday, February 05, 2010

disappointment felt by an alumni.

i might have told this to a few people, but i think it is time i really make this official. i am quite disappointed with the level of discipline of nan hua students nowadays.

this, coming from a nan hua alumni, would be quite embarassing. and i do foresee that somebody with authority might request for me to take this down.

but let me clarify, this is my personal website, even though today's edition of mypaper stated that what's online's never private. what i'll be stating is purely personal opinion, and i fully understand that this may be a biased observation since i'm not looking at the nan hua cohort as a whole. but please let me state my stand.

i'm going to talk about two aspects of recent observations of nh students: hair and uniform. more specifically, (the lack of) plaits and (untucked) shirts.

confession: when i was a sec one student, when i go to moelc for german lessons, i untie my plaits, untuck my blouse and ankle-fy my socks.

but after awhile i realised i'm in the midst of elite students who don't care if you look "cool" with bad attire, so i saved the trouble of doing myself a makeover twice a week and reported for german class like how i report to school. nice plaits, tucked in blouse, relatively high socks.

dance seniors had very strict rules on plaits. only start bunching them at the end of your head, i.e. no scorpion/french braiding styles. and no layering of hair. so that your plaits look really neat.

but if you belong to some other ccas you don't have those rules. as long as your hair is of tie-able length and adults see you in two plaits, you're safe. same with uniform, as long as adults see you with nicely tuked shirts/blouses, you're safe.

i would like to believe all the bad examples i see on the roads of singapore are really good students within the campus.

because more often than not when i see long haired nh girls around, they're in ponytails. thing is their hair's still curvy-ish, so you know they untied their plaits.

i understand plaits make you look very cheenapok. two plaits somemore. i didn't appreciate them in school. but it is a nan hua identity i embrace upon graduation. it is what makes nan hua nan hua. it is what makes us so special. i know some may think dr foo's substantiation for plaits may be very shaky.

because plaits are hard to retie, girls won't spend much time in the toilets trying to retie their hair like they will if they had ponytails. less time beautifying yourself in the toilet=more time spent on studying=better results for nan hua.

i used to think it was crap. but it is true if you think of it. how many girls in other school spend so much time retie-ing their hair during the multiple trips to the toilet each day. as long as you tie your plaits neatly in the morning, you don't have to worry about them looking like shit in the middle of class.

but on fll day i saw this bunch of nh dancers in ugly layered scorpioned plaits. one weekend i went to the market with my mom and saw this nh girl (who colleced her edusave scholarship) in ponytail. and today i saw another nh girl with a curvy ponytail.

has the new principal mrs tan relaxed the hair rule? then i think she's not an old girl. or she has not fully embraced the nh vaules. and i think no outsider has the right to change anything that concerns the school identity. especially since he/she hasn't felt the sense of belonging before him/herself. especially since she's new.

nan hua is a chinese school. one characteristic of chinese schools is that we value culture. we appreciate our roots. we carry on the legacy.

i've never realised the importance of properly attired students until i saw for myself nh juniors in untucked shirts.

mrs lim's trademark line: you are a walking advertisement for the school.

but i think this untucking of shirts is a very common trend across all schools. perhaps taking up the idea of elastify-ing the hem of shirts/blouses (e.g. in fuhua sec) will help. or just allowing students to shoelace their shirts/blouses. i don't think it really matters how the students do it, as long as their hems are not showing.

i know this shirt thing's a weak argument here, but just felt it should be part of this post. of course my main point is about having stringent rules on plaits.

culture erosion's inevitable in this globalised world where we are influenced with ideas all around the world. but i hope nan hua's trademark plaits do not fall victim in these transient times. one really appreciates something when he loses it. it is only when i no longer have to tie plaits, when i find myself donning another set of uniforms that i truly embrace the nan hua identity. and i think school would be a much more fulfilling experience for current nh students once they learn to appreciate their roots. dated all the way back to 1917.

Tuesday, February 02, 2010

alarm during art

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hahaha my mom set an alarmed reminder on my brother's phone to say it's his thirteenth birthday and it went off during his art lesson. thought it was somebody calling him non-stop, so asked the teacher for permission to view his phone. teacher said let her see, so she discovered the reminder and passed it back to my brother to turn the alarm off. major lol.

still getting used to yahoo messenger as communication within the office. two meetings today so at least i did some writing.

went to the ladies and remembered the wrong pw to the office so i got stuck outside until i gathered my guts and pressed the doorbell (cuz it's really embarassing). E came to the rescue and didn't recognise me, asked me what i'm there for lol.

"come back lor."

now i'll have the pw stuck in my head forever.


can't wait to start calling people. i want to join the gang of phone call snatchers. today S snatched a phone call and the receiver slipped out of his hand everybody laughed like mad.

saw gen while waiting for the bus this morning! so surprised to see someone i know.

love friends!(:

Monday, February 01, 2010

the dad's concern

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you know your dad's concerned about your brother's future when he seriously objects to him joining shooting as a cca but doesnt say anything when mom gets bro a nerf gun for his birthday. instead, he's barking tips on how to shoot accurately.

i like spotting heartwarming but annoying moments like this.

like how mom never explicitly expresses love for bro and constantly says he's a mistake to begin with but gets all flustered on his first day of secondary school. such that i became kind of invisible.

first day of work today, i'm thankful we've not started on work proper. mind was entirely somewhere else. but of course glad that it's sorted out.

are compliment letters really that important? why does the number of compliment letters one receive set the standard of service one provides. what happened to noticing the loyal customers. those that don't come unless that particular someone's behind the counter. but those that just happen to not write compliment letters. and what's with managers who cannot differentiate a true compliment letter (from a satisfied customer) from another written by the desperate employees thenselves.

i know someone who should be the champion of "can you serve?" .

and i'm annoyed at people who use Der Untergang (esp that portion) to make stupid parodies. just because they think nobody understands what hitler's screaming.