Wicked!

The Bad: Slipping on the wet floor of the Metro station entrance in Hollywood in full view of a ton of people.

The Good: Winning the lottery for front row tickets to catch "Wicked!" the musical for just $25.

The lottery system works like this:

Two and a half hours before the show, the lottery is open to people who would write their names and put it in the lottery box. A limited pairs of front row tickets are sold for $25 each to the person whose name gets picked out. The rest have to buy tickets at a regular/discounted price.

I screamed and jumped hysterically, as per the instructions of the ticketing manager who drew my name out. I admit it was a tad bit embarrassing but I was just following instructions. Besides, it was my first attempt at the lottery and I wasn't expecting to strike gold considering my bad track record for such things. So, you can imagine the sort of excitement that surged through excitable me when I heard "Wu Winston" being called out.

I was trembling as I received two nice green badges that read "I won the Wicked lottery!" and got my front row Orchestra seats A178 and 179, right in front, smack in the middle just behind the Orchestra pit.

I gave up my seat to Jonathan for the first half of the show, because I'm such a nice brother, but decided that I should too experience this once in a lifetime opportunity.

It is OH SO DIFFERENT to be in the front row. Even though you don't get to see the whole stage, you get to go up close to the actors and really see their facial expressions. You get to enjoy the details and textures of the costumes, hear the difference in the sound that you experience - I now understand why front row seats are so coveted despite the fact that your view is somewhat limited.

Words can't describe the feeling and thrill that you get from watching musicals up close. From the vocals to the script, Wicked was a story that humanised the wicked witch from the Wizard of Oz. The show shed a humorous and human side to the wicked witch who wasn't wicked to begin with and never was. Great music, great plot, great sound, great lights, great cast, great voices, great everything. I'm so thankful that I didn't give this the miss and that I struck the lottery.

More shopping to do over the next couple of days... We are so screwed because neither do we have adequate luggage space nor car space.

Crap.

America - Day 1

It's 11.03pm at home, approximately 7.00am here.

And so, we arrived safely in Los Angeles having spent 6+8 hours on board SQ12 from Singapore-Narita-LAX (that explains the 6). I can safely proclaim that I've been to Japan and tried their takopachi and mini-pancakes, albeit within the confines of the airport. Narita was a little sparse but I got to play with the famed automatic toilet bowls. "Strong deodouriser" and the strange looking button with a picture of an ass and a sprout of water shooting into it. -_____-" I shan't illustrate so that everyone can use their imagination.

The flight to Narita was smooth sailing and the aircrew sprang Gloria a birthday surprise with cheese cake and ice-cream from first-class and took her around the plane to have a look. Unfortunately, the cockpit was off-limits due to 911. There's a picture of her which looks like she had her hand on a steward's *ass*. The caption: Look at my FINE specimen is so apt. I spent most of the 7 hours watching the Bourne Supremacy, Bourne Ultimatum and Rattatouie and looking out for hot air stewardesses :P.

The ride from Narita - LAX was a little rough though, but I survived it, by stuffing myself continuously with food and watching 881 - anything that could take my mind off the boat-esque conditions that I was in. Gloria and Jonathan didn't feel so good though and someone puked in the toilet sink and filled it up with sour-smelling brownish-orangy curddled stuff. Gross. And Gloria got another cheese cake which was delightful. However, she was not in the mood to try it - her apple juice stuck at her oesophagus.

America has that familiar smell and America smells like "America". I call it, the "American smell" and I'm serious. The air is cool (a little dry though) and so fresh! America. I love America! I hearts America!

We spent the day otherwise settling in, renting the car (I love the GPS system) trying to overcome jet lag and checking in. Shopped a little at Target to get the essentials and had our first meal in America: Chinese takeout. Haha. The hotel is located in the suburbs and is really warm and cosy with huge beds and comfy sheets and it's so nice to sleep in.

Auntie Kathleen dropped by for dinner to welcome us and brought us around the place. I haven't seen her in a decade and a half and I whole-heartedly agree with the "I'm so old" statement.

I wanted to watch ANTM on tv but dinner took over. Sigh. I hope to do so next week. Cross my fingers.

I SO want to go shopping - I haven't seen any A&F, Banana Republic; H&M or Gap yet but I'm looking forward to it.

It's universal studios today. HOLLYWOOD HERE I COME!

Day 2

Day 2:

We visited Universal Studios yesterday, which was relatively near to our hotel. The weather was gloomy the whole day and it rained a little. The food we had for lunch sucked too.

From my last visit there, about 15 years ago, some things remained the same, some changed for the worse. The special effects studio was left mostly unchanged - Backdraft etc. etc. Unfortunately, they took away the ET ride and replaced it with Jurassic Park, which wasn't too bad, and the mummy, a high speed rollercoaster that caused Jonathan to feel whoozy the rest of the day. I had fun though on those two - adrenaline high...whee! House of Horros was fun - just to see Gloria and Jonathan get freaked out by the wandering "ghosts". Gloria clung to me like a Koala bear and almost refused to walk through a room full of hanging corpses.

Jet lag was still evident and by 6, we were all half-dead - partly because the sky was dark and because our body clock was tuned to the wee hours of the morning in Singapore....

Day 3

Talk about shop till you drop. Headed out to Camarillo Premium Outlets today to do factory outlet shopping and it definitely was a shopper's paradise. The sight of Banana Republic was enough to drive me into a frenzy and that was our first stop. L/s tees, s/s tees, pullovers, polos - you name it, I may have bought it. Everything was going at about half price (JAW DROPPING!) and it was so cheap as compared to Singapore. So I practically swiped everything that appealed to me to try on since there were so many fitting rooms. Lunch was at one of the food courts there and I had this monstrosity of a slice of pizza. It was huge... and I saw a family order an entire pizza which was even BIGGER than my body - no kidding man. Everything here is seriously life-sized, including the amount of carbos they serve. Anyway, We visited Levi's, Kenneth Cole, Armani, cK, Gap, Coach (mom gladly blew a few hundred dollars), Adidas and Nike (nothing much), Guess, Hugo Boss (too expensive) just to name a few of the MANY MANY shops there. But at the end of the 8 hour shopping marathon, BR still won everything else so we went back to get 2 more of those gorgeous pullovers/jackets which were so nice to touch. I took the chance to grab a few more pieces that I left behind and to use the 15% gift card that we got at GAP. It was awesome.

Four of us chalked up a grand total of about 1k. :D

Levi's was really cheap too and I got a pair of really nice-fitting brown jeans. WHEEE!
THe extra luggage that we brought along is now packed and we're just into our third day. Whoppee. And I seemed to have gotten my family hooked onto Banana Republic. Oh no...
And Gloria, for the first time in her entire life, seems to like shopping.

Ah, I Love wONDERFul, CONSUMERISTIC, CHEAP AmerICA. :)

Coming back was a little nerve-wrecking. It's absolutely stressful being the vehicle commander, keeping an eye on the road since my mom is like a partially blind bat at night and on the GPS system to inform of when to turn. Plus the possibility of running out of gas raised the stress levels. We settled on Taco Bell for dinner since at 10.15 everything was closed. So burritoes and tacos it was.

Another day, another night. Mom snores. REALLY loud. Gloria keeps complaining that she can feel the bed vibrate (they're sharing the same bed).

Okay, time for bed. Church tomorrow and maybe a visit to Chinatown. Maybe even more shopping :D.

It's 12.35am. My exams are over and I'm an emo mood - where I start feeling an overwhelming sense of self-pity and regret, especially over how my 21st birthday just slipped away into oblivion. It didn't really feel special, there was no party, the world didn't stop to allow me to turn 21, neither did the germs and the sickness that inflicted such agony on me show any mercy on that particular day.

I haven't had the time to properly celebrate. Maybe I should. But how should I go about it?

Is it hormonal imbalance or a out-pouring of post-stress syndrome. I'm such a wuss.

Exams are over

And Term 1 just flew past... I am and shall try to remain optimistic for the time being, until my GPA is officially released... :S

If School Could Kill

it seems as if school's killing me softly it... and slowly. Like I'm a frog in water that slowly heating up over the stove. I won't know that it's slowly killing until I find out it's too late and I'm cooked.

I do hope the high blood pressure (147/113!) is just a one-off things from the stress of the approaching exams, the bgs report to rush, the publicity materials for the LKYGBPC (which is taking up SO much time (an understatement)). Sleep well, Eat well, Exercise. I don't seem to be doing that AT ALL.

Oh well, in the pursuit of 4.0, I need to trudge on.

It'll be over, SOON.

Happy 21st Birthday to me!

Blogger crashed on me, or rather, my internet connection failed me when I attempted to post my thank you notes. Sadly, the entire entry was deleted. Here's an attempt at reproducing that unfateful post.

I woke up at 6.00am due to a bad bout of vertigo. It's a condition which makes one feel as if the whole world is spinning, like you're on a ship in a storm, tossed back and forth, left and right and you can get off it. Sleeping doesn't get rid of it, since lying in the wrong position sets off another attack of whirling and twirling all over again. From prior knowledge and past experiences, it's caused by an imbalance of the liquids in my ears, and a congested nose that causes this condition. Add in all the stress+ late nights=SMU life and you get the potent concotion of what I call "vertigo".

Thankfully, I managed to get some sleep for a while before waking up to trudge on with my Business, Government and Society essay which was due. The world just doesn't stop, not even for a nanosecond to let you enjoy turning 21. Nonetheless, it's completed and has been submitted, which means I achieved something today. It's quite an impressive piece and I'm crossing my fingers for an A+. :P

My condition seemed to worsen by the second and I was contemplating skipping Business Law. The twirling and spinning kept causing me to break into a cold sweat. Then again, I couldn't afford to miss a single lesson lest I fall behind on what's happening. So, putting on a new l/s tee from Topman (special occasions are a good excuse to wear new clothes, so I have no new clothes left, so I have an excuse to buy new ones again - get it?) and trudged down to school.

So my 21st was rather crappy - of all things, I had to fall sick and get attacked by "vertigo" monster on this particular day, in this particular year, out of the 21,000 odd days that it could otherwise had happened.

But friends make the difference and I'm thankful for all the birthday wishes. Via Sms: Benjamin, Singyong, Renhe, Gilbert, Gracelina, Tai Qin, Huiru, Jon Ji, Edmund, Andrew, Justin, CG. On Facebook too (haha): Cheryl, Junxiong, Andy, Adrian, Zhong Wei, Chee Keong, Vinna, Aslam, JKwok, Zhaoyang. Msn: Amasani (and her recorded birthday greeting), Terence (both my fellow Creative Thinking managers)

Keshi and Nicholas sprang me a mini surprise outside biz law class which was SO SWEET of them (okay I sound like a freakin girl) but I was touched. Obviously, I didn't quite have the time and energy to organise a party so it was nice to actually have a candle and a cake. Haha. It was chocolate cake. And also to by biz law group (we got an A for our group assignment :D haha) Jeremy, Larry and Zhengyue (Nic too) and the people who stayed back to sing me a birthday song. Thank you! Muackz. It's unfortunate I didn't have a camera to capture these moments :(. I took a picture of the cake when I got home, for keepsakes, even though it looked a little squashed and melted.

Keshi and nic took time off their busy schedules (who the hell in SMU isn't busy?) to have dinner with me at Manhattan's fish market at PS and we had great conversations. Anyone for kiam-pa.blogspot.com, LKCSP (Lee Kong Chian SOB, Singapore Poly alumni) t-shirts :P and nicotine chewing gums in the form of cigarette sticks? And we also need to bring Nicholas out shopping and teach him the ropes. Nicholas was wondering how I could point out that Fox was no longer at the entrance of the escalator (replaced by a much bigger Levi's outlet) and that Cotton Out has sprung an appearance. ;) So thank you guys for that small surprise and the cards. I'm such a sucker for cards.

And also to Janice and Kenneth who specially called to wish me Happy Birthday.

To Piang, Shuhui and SQ for the nice River Island bag and to Piang who specially came down from NTU to pass it to me.

To Gilbert and Renhe for the NUM t-shirt and singlet (and they psychoed me into buying two pairs of skimpy swimming trunks from bods.bodynits).

To mom and Dad for the "13-month bonus"

To grandma for the chicken rice treat and angbao.

To Zhixin, Jiaying, Rachel for the Topman vouchers which I can now use to get clothes to match my new bag. Haha.

To my very good friend Chun Wee who took the effort to call me "old" (it's our usual "I'm old, but you're still older" issue) and check up on my health. He wanted to take me out but had a test - it's the thought that counts ;)

To everyone else who made this day special for me, A BIG THANK YOU!

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21st birthdays are meant to be celebrated with a bang but I guess keeping it nice and simple is good. I was savouring my chocolate cake and decided to take some pictures of me doing so but i gave up after a while since I looked so unglam in them. Gloria kept laughing at me, like I was some sort of sad person who didn't have anyone to celebrate it for me; Mom kept insisting that I was wishing for something better. That wasn't very nice but... ah well…*sisters suck*

Honestly, I'm thankful. Thankful for the friends and all, and in fact, hadn't expected to have a cake and all. I was still contemplating who to try to hang out with after class or go home since I was feeling crappy and all so it turned out much better than expected. It's definitely a better feeling from previous years.

So I'm thankful, and especially this year, it is a heartfelt thanks, from the bottom of my heart.

Turning 21 is all about growing up, and I suppose I have.

Now, it's time to get those tickets for Lust, Caution (the UNCUT version).

:D

A Break

I took the day off on Thursday to just bum around and take a short break after the gut-wrenching business law test on Wednesday. It was the perfect window of opportunity to have lunch with grandma which is sort of weird. She had called to ask me out the night before and I sort of hesistated as I knew it would be a little uncomfortable for me (and her) since there isn't really much we can talk about. Nonetheless, I took up the offer, recognising that days with grandma are numbered and I should grab whatever opportunity that's left before I regret it.

We met at Singapore Post Centre and she brought me to the basement kopitiam. It was about 11.35am (I was 5 minutes late so I was guilty of making her wait :( *slaps himself*) and the place was still rather empty of the lunchtime crowd. She took me to the chicken rice stall, which she highly recommended and ordered a drumstick.

It was a simple lunch, a chicken drumstick each and a bowl of yong tau fu with extra tofu, which grandma knows is what I like most. It wasn't a fancy restaurant but if you think of it, old folks use drumsticks as the biggest showing of their love. And there I was, getting the utensils, pouring the chilli into a tiny dish, that I felt this warm fuzzy feeling.

The whole world BUT one may forget my birthday, nonetheless, knowing that someone does makes me feel loved. Isn't that what we were wired up for?

Mambo

Mid-term break isn't really a break - based on past trends in secondary school and jc, breaks, especially those that last a week, are usually choked full of liabilities from assignments to impending tests or exams. The current one, it seems, is no different. Every SMU student should know what mid term break means. However, amidst the projects, studying and homework, there exists time to go for birthday parties and MAMBO!

Apart from the usual crowd, Zouk was filled to the brim with an added portion of SMU students, reason being that it's our mid-term break. And that portion included clubbing hermits, like moi, who come out occassionally when they feel the need to spend some money or "get a life". I have to admit, Mambo is fun - the mambo kings do it with such pizazz and it's Mambo night so half the fun is lost if you ain't know the moves. So, perhaps, PERHAPS, I may spend some of my precious mugging time tuning in to You Tube in search of some Mambo lessons. :P

My AS essay, due Sunday, sits idle, a blank sheet of paper and here I am, watching Kids Central and blogging about Mambo. I think I left out getting a little high and embarassing myself in front of Zhixin and Marcus. Terrible terrible terrible.

Broadcaster? DJ?

I've begun shaking that lazy ass of mine every Friday at Salsa classes. It's time to shake my booty and show some sexy moves babe! I shan't care about what my sister says, she will not enjoy watching me perform. Weird or not, I will become a hot sexy salsa dancer. Mark my words. Hmph.

Haha.

A few people recently implied that I had some sort of DJ potential. Qiong hui told me that I had a DJ voice and Zhixin chimed in by saying that I had a very voice. Today, in Creative thinking, someone commented that it was obvious that I was from BE (SMU Broadcast and Entertainment) because I had a broadcaster voice. Hmmmmmmm..... Weird. Whenever did I have such an "alluring" voice? Seriously, I myself hate it. Perhaps it's the SMU effect that's affecting the way I speak. Or, perhaps I should consider a stint at the radio department.

Hmmmm.....

Argh

I haven't been able to exactly enjoy weekends ever since school started. There seems to be a perpetual outpouring of homework, presentations, assignments.

Meeting on Saturdays and Sundays have become the norm. Where the hell did the sabbath go? I need rest.

At least Biz law presentation went well, though I'm feeling rather pek chek because of certain things.

Meals have been irregular affairs, if they even happen at all.

My arms and tummy are flabby because i have no time to gym.

My pimples are popping out again because I'm stressed.

I have the sudden urge for retail therapy but I have no time.

I want to watch a movie but Creative thinking assignment, CEO talks, presentations, written reports have taken over.

Ah well, at least BE's camp was a great fun, with all the horny talkshows and jingles that we recorded. And I learnt a great deal from Eye's investment bootcamp.

I shall try to be as positive and optimistic as possible.

SMU is such a mugger school. The other day when I was in the library, there was a power trip. I have this feeling it was because too many people were in the library using their coms, mugging, doing projects etc. Poof. If someone didn't have their battery inserted when they were typing out their documents, they would have really regretted it.

Random thoughts, as I'm unable to think right now.

Convocation

Thursday:

Met up with my FTB group at East Coast for cable skiing. I was a tad bit reluctant at first as I intended to go to Marina Bay to catch the fireworks display by Spain. In typical Singaporean fashion, it is customary to go early (and that's an understatement) in order to get a good spot thus I was torn between meeting them at East Coast and heading straight for Marina Bay. In the end, I chose the former, a decision which I did not regret.

So I trudged down from Hougang to East Coast, and after a rather long walk, finally reached the cableski 360. Although I felt a little lazy and apprehensive, I decided to just join them instead of watching along the sidelines - Cable skiing is not something you do every other day. To digree a bit, I figured that since I'm starting life as an SMU student, I might as well just throw myself into situations to try out new things; if I have the guts to dance on a table, I could jolly well afford to swallow a few gulps of NaCl water.

I must say that I had no regrets trying and I'm sure I'll be back for more, to try out the other boards like the wake board and so on and so forth.

After that, I proceeded to Tanjong Rhu to try out a new location to capture photos. I almost got lost as I was clueless about how to get there. In fact, I was supposed to meet a fellow photographer that I met on a forum. Fortunately, I chanced upon another group which led me to the place that I intended for, which was along the shoreline of marina east with the city skyline as a backdrop. While it was a rather long trail which to some extent resembled an obstacle course, involving climbing over rails, walking on creaky, makeshift board bridges and blood-sucking mosquitoes, it was well worth it as the skyline slowly came into view.

The firing point was different from last year so the view of the fireworks was from the side, as such, I wasn't able to view the formation. Regardless, in my opinion, this year's teams weren't as good as those from the last and from pictures off forums, the spanish put up a rather disappointing show.

Some pictures I managed to salvage:

I'll post more if I have the time but I hope the rest enjoy it. Hopefully, I'll be able to get a DSLR somewhere in the near future.

I'm attached

I'm officially attached.

Surprise!

Yes, I'm officially attached to a chiou bu. She's hot, she's chic and she turns heads. I was walking with her at the MRT station and so many people couldn't keep their eyes off her. It's her "Wow" factor.

I love her - my new MacBook. So hot. So cool. So sexy!

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Now for today's story.

Georgia met up with Winston at Vivo to purchase shoes for convocation. Winston was (and still am) happy with his purchase of a pair of black shoes, with a classic but sleek design. Georgia got herself an LBD from Zara and was pleased with her purchase. Since they were shopping together and fellow shopaholics, both ended up happy AND pleased, which was a rather dangerous combination, given that it left both of them rather 'high'.

So, while they were in this rather trance-like euphoric state, (truth of the matter is Georgia and Winston seem to be in a perpetual crazy state of mind, which somehow feeds on the other in a manner resembling positive feedback) they caught a glimpse of a pink mascot, which was a pig, roaming about Vivo. It had a cute pink tail which resembled a (I shall not quote Georgia on this). Georgia then decided to tail it just to get a "feel" of its tail (pun intended). When she finally got her hands on it, she picked it up and released it. In doing so, Georgia committed a "gross act of indecency" to the amusement of me and everyone else. She defended herself by stating that "she(I) just wanted to have a feel of its tail."

Poor mascot.

Haha.

We later adjourned to a nice cafe for milkshakes and dinner by the sea. A rather romantic setting to which Georgia made the comment, "Pity we're not a couple".

It's amazing how I've found someone who is so alike in terms of character, taste etc. It is real freaky, but nonetheless damn fun, hilarious, (insert positive adjective)... Even our blog layout is alike.

Woah. I have found another bitch partner =D.

Being Happy

Life in SMU is about to start officially, which marks the beginning of another chapter in my life. University life seems exciting, brimming with an abundance of opportunities. However, academic life is also daunting as it brings with it the pressures of juggling multiple projects, deadlines and examinations. The culture already seems to smack full of superficiality, backstabbing and parodies a cross between Survivor and The Apprentice. While I may sound pessimistic, I must confess that thus far, I have been able to make new friends, with whom I believe I can develop genuine relationships with.





On a lighter note, orientation camps were quite an experience.





Freshman Team Building camp was a learning experience:





It sort of taught me how to work with different people, and some skills on project management





I built a raft with my team members, which unfortunately sort of disintegrated the moment it hit the "stormy" seas





I made a decision to gather some of my group mates for a nice chat. We sat under the night sky talking about the things we enjoyed, finding out more from about Vietnam from our international friends from Vietnam and North India. It's these things and not just the games that make orientation memorable; it's about fun but more importantly, it's about getting to know people as people, not merely their names. Thanks to Huifen, Felicia, Adeline, Dip, and Aslam for that wonderful night. That night, we decided that we wanted to "make a difference" on the final day, to get group 67 excited and so we did. The Spartans won and cheers to $50 of B&J vouchers! :D








Bondue camp (for the business faculty) had a more relaxed atmosphere but before that, I shall mention that everyone got a purple yahoo bag and a huge Yahoo towel courtesy of Yahoo Singapore :D which I like to show off. Nike sponsored some of the prizes so they had a representative come down and talk to us about Nike products -__-".



I must commend nike for its brilliant commercials which they showcased during the half-hour talk, it was visually stunning, witty and sleek. Anyhow, during the Q&A session, I challenged the representative to justify the exhorbitant prices of Nike products as he proudly proclaimed that Nike's vision was to "...bring innovation to every athlete..." A very noble aspiration I must say, perhaps lost to the lure of capitalism and supernormal profits over the years... I earned a great response from the audience for daring to ask it... Haha.





I must give credit to Georgia and Tingwei, our facilitators and my bondue group which was really different. Late night conversations, touhui at Selegie, muackz to everyone! I completely embarassed myself by getting drunk and high but it was fun cos I brought laughter to everyone. Whee!!! Silly drinking games with rules like "you cannot say I, You" got me drunk. And I danced on the table with Georgia (Marcus saw me and joined in too) during the clubbing thing. I wasn't high on alcohol at that time but I thought I might as well just try to get into the groove of things and see if I enjoyed it. I did get quite a good workout from all that dancing even if it seemed rather meaningless and stupid.

The best part of all was everyone got to know each other as a person. And that's what's most important to me. =D

F-day

Yesterday was an F-day, not just because it was a Friday but also because a lot of F-things occurred. For example, the stock market fell (by a large percent).

Quite a number of F-things have been happening in cell group too, with many people Flying oFF (or are going to Fly oFF). Multiply that by a few individuals and you'll get enough F's to justify "quite a number".

Personally, it was an F-day because I got a big F for my driving test, no thanks to a taxi. I've always looked upon taxis on the roads with disdain, as most of them drive with a complete disregard of traffic rules. It's little wonder that most accidents involve taxis - the results in themselves hardly reflect the blatant flouting of traffic rules which occur on a daily; no, hourly; no, per second basis. I have shown my ostensible hatred towards them, so can anyone tell me why I should not hate taxi drivers?

Woe to the F-day

Day of bad feelings

Of failure and frustration

Of falling stock markets

Fortunately no bad "F" words

F-day.

Pardon the sudden outburst of (un)artistic expression. I just watched a play this week.

Finals are over

I finally cleared my first module at SMU, even before school has officially started, which means that I am one module ahead of my fellow batch mates. The key to staying competitive is to always be one step ahead of your competitors. Or am I? I wonder...

The exam paper was easier than expected and I'm quite confident of doing well for this module. Hopefully it's an A or A+. =) I'm crossing my fingers as to whether I'll be on track in making it to the dean's list, or rather, have taken a step closer to achieving my goal.

At the end of the day though, does the appearance of one's name on the dean's list mean anything? Does it mean that you won't be left out in group outings to watch Harry Potter? Does it mean that you won't get left out when someone organises a dinner appointment? Does that mean I will stop missing movies that I want to watch, just because it is pure torture for me to sit alone by myself in a theatre?

Sometimes, I feel, that perhaps my pursuit of such achievements is but to fill up a loneliness, a feeling of being left out; a consolation of sorts that if at the end of the day, even if I am left alone, I have something to feel good about.

Emo thoughts at 1.50am in the morning.

Shopping

I wasn't in a "I feel like spending mood" on Sunday but a trip to town on an otherwise mundane and boring Sunday proved otherwise.

I guess it was my $40 purchase of a sleek black Calvin Klein polo tee (pima cotton) that catalysed a slew of other purchases made at Pull-and-Bear. Ah the euphoria of retail therapy.

It's not that I cannot resist temptation. I blame it on exam stress (final terms and driving) and an extreme case of envy of those who are holidaying before terms start. Since I'm not spending money on a holiday, I might as well spend it on myself. Wait. Spending on a holiday for myself is spending for myself. Ah well, holidays and shopping are substitutes for each other.

End of season sales and a culmination of the GSS.

Ka-ching.

I made the government very VERY Hair-pee!

:D

Mid-terms

I haven't taken an exam in a long long time and my mid-term is in about 3 hours' time.

I'm quite a nervous wreck because I feel that my preparation is rather inadequate, the reason being it's an exam that you can't really study for, like maths, where practice is the key.

My prof is famed for setting killer questions - I feel like I'm being sent to the slaughter house. This sense of impending doom is a feeling worse than the point when you're slaughtered.

Just finding it hard trying to re-adjust back to school life...

Zara Sale

Last night, I dreamt that I saw an ad proclaiming a Zara sale and indeed, it started today!
However, I must say that my mind isn't any crystal ball - don't bother relying on it for upcoming sales or weather predictions. Zara's sale could be predicted - given that her sister brand, Massimo Dutti's sale started last week, it is logical to expect one within the next few weeks. Tip: Zara sales always start on Thursdays. Thus, I had been faithfully looking for the Zara SALE ad in the main section of the ST, located towards the last few pages . :D

Anyway, I made my way down to the branch at Liat Towers (the main one), which had the nice black and purple striped polo that I'd be eyeing. Thankfully, I managed to get the last piece in my size! Phew! I took it before another guy saw it. (He should be thankful though, I might have clawed his eyes out if he laid a finger on what I wanted). An observation: even though it was a working day, there was a huge crowd thronging the store. I suspect there are a lot of people like moi, all waiting for the Zara sale. Tai tais, poor(er) people (like me), unemployed (like me too!) - Singaporeans are real good at shopping!

While queuing to pay up, and I must add, it was a very very very long queue, I met this girl who's a first year accounting student at NTU. She enquired what size T-shirt I wore as she was buying one for a friend of a similar built. In our conversation, she commented that I have a nice built. !!!!! Gush, flush, blush, whatever. It's nice to get complimented. Wheee! Hair-pee! Motivation to gym more...

Got to know her a little better, where she works at and stuff so maybe I'll visit her one day...

Just maybe... since I won't get staff discount from her...

Someone slap me.

Back to Management science. Mid-terms are just a few days away.

Weekend

Playing with myself (with my camera) at 2.00am on a Monday morning.

Arty Farty shots eh?

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If weekends are for rest, then my weekend wasn't exactly a weekend.

Intro to Quantitative Finance; dinner buffet at Mirama Hotel with Lynette, Shawn, SQ, KP, Shuhui, followed by a beer at a pub opposite Suntec; Gracelina's birthday. Gave up on Naren's as Woodlands was just to far away and pushed away an extended family gathering at East Coast. So many things, such a short span of time.

This week, 3E/4E gathering awaits; KHMC army mates gathering; another family gathering; volunteer tuition again.

Am I in demand or is it just peak season?

I need to exercise to burn fats from all the food.

School starts

School starts for me in approx 1.5 hrs time.

Woe to me and those who are in the special term. I had to cut short my trip in Pulai Springs resort Malaysia just to come back...to study. Jacuzzi, buffets, air-con room and discovery channel (No, I don't subscribe to cable cos my Dad's a staunch supporter of his own company or rather, he just refuses to pay. You decide.)

As much as I would like to crank start this aging brain of mine, I have a feeling that there's a tad too much rust in it for it to be salvaged. Woe to those with cranky brains! Why am I not excited about school?

Winston Wu, approaching 21, about to head to SMU to start life as a freshman. There are so many reasons to be excited. Unfortunately, that doesn't seem to be the case. Explain. (25 marks)

Taken from the school of psychiatric studies final year exam paper 2007.

Headed for the no-brainer Fantastic Four movie after school with.... The Fantastic Four. Shuhui, moi, Sun Quan and Piang...

Lame... yes I know. -___________-"

It just happened to be a coincidence.

Anyway, I'd rather be the Human Torch or the Silver Surfer. Not THE THING.

Shopping

Brought Gloria shopping today...

Had some help from Chrystal so it was as traumatising standing in the female departments.

New York New York tasted good; mudpie brownie and ice-cream sinful but heavenly.

Bought wallet from Project Shop - wheee!

Management Science should be called Management Math/Statistics cos there's just so much of math and stats. Science? huh?

7 hours of shopping and dead tired.

Sleepz.

Zzzzzzzzzzz.

Random Thought

I'm contemplating getting contacts.

I think I look quite good without my specs...

maybe because I can't see really well without them.

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First stay of unemployment

I woke up this morning...








...unemployed.



Another phase of life, my first job, ended yesterday with teary goodbyes, lavish farewell lunches, a short work day... Darn, I wished it happened that way.

Actually, the last day of work was spent trying to finish an audit, no lunch treats a couple of pictures with fellow colleagues and a chat with my manager who wished me all the best and said, "You've been a great help."

While my departure was not accompanied with much fanfare (woe to shameless me), there're 2 other treats coming along my way - belated farewell meals, at a hotel and an unconfirmed location (manager needs to organise her schedule).

5 months into my first job, I'm glad I persevered through, even though I was so tempted to quit after 2 weeks. Hours were long and I felt as if I wasn't learning anything, still thinking that debit and credit simply meant money in, money out. Lol. There has been much to learn, from learning to be patient and meticulous in the vouching of transactions, to passing my first few audit adjustments, I'm glad I followed through the process. While it wasn't easy at times, I've surely developed in some way or another and I am quite confident of a good headstart over my fellow schoolmates (teeheehee). While that is so, i credit myself for fighting for chances to learn and expressing my desire to take up more challenging jobs. Being shameless does help you know...;)

Admittedly working life sucks and some of the parting words from my colleagues were "Enjoy yourself in university, before work really starts." Indeed, it will be a challenge to find joy and fulfillment in one's job but that's the challenge.

Student life awaits me. I'm TRYING to get excited.

Out of work, back to school

They were naked as I walked past them on my way to lunch.

By the time I saw them after work, they were clothed.

Mannequins! If you were thinking something else... hmmm...

The This Fashion outlet on the first floor of my office building has undergone a makeover. I thought they had gone under the water; bust; accumulated losses maxed out but no, they went through an extreme make over and now they're back in business!

But I must say they are very efficient in getting back into business. It seems like less than a week of renovation. And yesterday, they place was just full of boxes and unfitted cabinets. At the end of today, the clothes were on their racks, the mannequins dressed (save for one, which KP and I joked was the newest fashion). This Fashion ain't no Zara but I guess it does have its fair share of the market.

One more day of work. I'm going to be financially independent, again. The prospect of it kinda sucks.

playing around with my camera and daily devotional guide on a random night.

Bye Bye Old Church

26/05/06

Finally managed to catch Spiderman 3 on Sunday with Andrew and Gracelina. Though there were minor hiccups along the way, we managed to find seats for the 10.30pm show. So, after waiting for almost 8 hours, we finally got to catch the sequel, in the process boosting the box-office ticket revenue. It didn't disappoint.

During the 8 hours, we made a visit to Andrew's office; left a scandalous note; saw the the newspaper articles that he appeared in; gave feedback on the design of his new website; and got to know more about the events management business he ran, which was eye-opening and appeared really fun to be involved in.

We had dinner at Serangoon market, where along the way, I was spotted by Vinna. Vinna: I was on a date, true, but with two other people ;). Anyhow, she said I looked good that night. :D That's the best part. Haha.

Over dinner, I found out that Andrew and I are suckers for romantic, sappy, REALLY SAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPYYYYYYYY, romantic things while Gracelina abhors chummy scenarios. I suppose she could stick to someone who showers her with Swarvoski crystals but unfortunately, the said eligible bachelor does not stand a chance in her books. Neither do Andrew and I.

Recently though, I found that I sort of yearn for some sort form of companionship. Is it work stress, talk about Andrew's foray into wedding events and the myriad wedding magazines that I perused in that few hours at his office or too much of the channel 8 drama xing4 fu2 shuang1 ren2 chuang2 and it's lovey-dovey theme song?

"Would you be there to love and to be with me

Would you say that your love is always true

Would you swear that you'd always be the one

To take my breath away... "

Hormones I conclude. Hormones. Hello?! I'm almost 21!

Sheesh.

Andrew and I love Moulin Rouge. We concur that:

"The greatest thing on earth is to love, and to be loved in return."

27/05/06

Faithfulness

Two characters

Elder Brother: William
Younger Sister: Winnie

[William looks troubled, paces around his room?]

Winnie
Eh kor, so your a-level results can get you anywhere you want?

Wayne
Yup

Winnie
Even the really good ones?

Wayne
Mmmhmmm.

Winnie
Even the ones far, far away?

Wayne
Mmmhmmm.

Winnie
So why do you looked so troubled?

Wayne
I can’t decide between SNUMT (Singapore National University of Management and Technology) and University of New York (UNY, pronounced “uni”).

Winnie
Seriously, SNUMT is such a bad name. Of course New York la! It’s such a beautiful place! (breaks into a New York! New York! Sort of jingle). Besides, you can go look for Ugly Betty – get me her autograph.

[Wayne flicks his head and stares at her]

Wayne
I’m speechless…

Winnie
You just said something. Anyway, what are you worried about?

Wayne
It’s the money. The cost of going there is four hundred grand - that’s enough to buy a house! And I don’t want to put additional strain on the family finances.

Winnie
That’s true. But it’s a great opportunity!

Wayne
Yeah, but some people I’ve consulted are telling me it’s not worth the money – I could settle for SNUMT’s double degree and get it for 20 times less UNY. But it’s my dream to go to New York, [starts to speed up] and yeah maybe I’ll get to see ugly betty, and I could work in those big banks and head to Central Park….

Winnie
Wait a second…I think we’ve got carried away. Where does God figure into all this?

Wayne
Well, I prayed that He’d close all doors if He didn’t want me to leave.

Winnie
Well, there’s His answer!

Wayne
You don’t understand Winnie... I’ve asked me for additional signs to confirm the decision but they don’t seem to be coming true. All God seems to tell me is “I’ll be faithful whichever you choose.”

Winnie
I believe He’s giving you a choice then, with the assurance that He’ll be faithful whichever way you go. Heading to New York may be a huge risk, but He will pave the way for you, He promised. Or, you could stay here in your comfort zone.

Wayne
[Sighs]

Winnie
The only thing is that you could be forgoing something big that God plans for you - and you could really regret it.

Wayne
But I’m so afraid I’ll screw up, then all the money will go to waste…

Winnie
But it’s God we’re talking about! He knows what you can do and what you can’t! He’s got everything planned out for you and He’s promised that “He’ll be faithful.”
Take this opportunity to see God in action and you’ll never be the same again.

Wayne
What about those people who disagree?

Winnie
There’ll always be people who disagree with whatever choice you make – those are dangerous distractions. Most important though is that you keep your eyes focused on the prize - On God.

Wayne
I guess you’re right.

Winnie
Just know that having faith is a way of acknowledging God’s faithfulness.
Don’t just stare blankly at me. Repeat after me.

Winnie/Wayne
Having faith is a way of acknowledging God’s faithfulness.

Wayne
That’s deep man. Profound. Thanks.

Winnie
[Goes to her room and gets a stamp.] I can’t help much in the 400k but here’s a stamp to post your decision. It’s your call.


[Lights down]

This is the script that I wrote for the final drama at Bartley. The building, which I've been familiar with for the past 21 years of my life, will be torn down to make way for a spanking new one. This is in anticipation of an influx of new members from the new HDB blocks, which will rise from across the street. Perhaps it's a prophesy that the dead may rise again; on the flip side, it may be a mockery of the dead - that the dead will be dead and there is nothing they can do if the living were to encroach upon their final resting place. I digressed.

For the record, I do not have anything against NTU. Just read the script - and for those who managed to catch it, you'll understand that what happened on stage did not represent the scriptwriter's intentions. I thus rest my case.

Anyway, I'm quite glad that I've developed my own style and that people recognise it. I've written scripts for church dramas for over 6 years (gosh!) beginning with Free Gift?! in 2001 and I suppose my audience (which has grown with me over this period of time) have grown accustomed to my style and sense of humour. I do appreciate it when people say things like, "You wrote it right? It was so you!" I guess part of it is a recognition of my own personality, something that's Winston, something that people enjoy about me. ;)

The script was written in response to the things that were happening in my life, at the stage when I was making a choice between NYU and SMU. This was how I felt... This was my rationale for choosing NYU initially. Even though the ending in this script has gone in the opposite direction, and I have settled on my current decision, I must admit that it was a little hard watching the drama play out onstage. Indeed, while I may say that I am at peace with myself, there are the occassions where I just wished some things were different - and it stings when people say things like "Wow! That's a really good opportunity" when I mention my offer from NYU. Is it regret? Perhaps. It was, and still feels, like a part of me was torn away, a dream maybe gone unfulfilled. But God has shown that He is faithful in the current path I have chosen and I can attest to that. I do find comfort in a feeling that though I may not be able to go to New York right now, I will have the opportunity of fulfilling my dreams some day. Some day. Some day. Just not today. Not right now... Not this moment.

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01/06/07

Went to the IT fair today (again), this time with my parents. Thankfully, it wasn't as crowded yesterday. I'm still searching for that perfect laptop - one that will serve me well over the next few years and is value for money (no doubt it's free, but I still want to be fully maximise the budget that I'm given).

Gloria and I got high on the car ride home, perhaps a direct result of the vanilla and oreo milkshakes from Secret Recipe. Anyway, we started out with imitating artsy and fartsy (the puppets from Front on Arts Central) , moved on to random clatter before it culminated in a medley of Avril Lavigne's "You were everything" (not sure of the title) and another song, which title I am unable to recall at 12:53am in the morning. It was similar to a scene from a chick flick - two sisters jumping on their bed in nothing but their cute little underpants singing to a tune of Britney Spears. I am such a sister to my sister. Argh. If Vodka had a new flavour to honour the both of us, it would be Absolut Madness. Haha.

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Scholarship

What a long and eventful week!

An email, two scholarship interviews and two offers.

That's just the beginning of God's blessings and a showing of His great faithfulness.

I am admittedly, tired from work, days of excessive adrenaline running through my veins with my heart pounding so hard, it wants to bore through my chest. Add that to a messy cocktail of emotions and it sums up the week.

And the weekend hasn't even arrived. -___________-"

Getting old and drained.

Seriously.

Hmmm...

I prayed to God and told Him that if he wants me to go overseas, that He'll:

-Ensure my parents give me their blessings
-My friends and relatives give me their blessings
-I will be able to finance it some way or another.

It's one thing to get into a good university, it's another to be able to finance your way through it.

After the euphoria of receiving that all-important letter of acceptance, reality began to sink in when I calculated the cost of it. Indeed, it's phenomenally expensive. But the astronomical costs aside, I feel bad about having to be a financial burden to my family. Perhaps it's my mom, who has a great tendency and also a natural gift, to make everything sound as pessimistic but it seems like the whole family, including me, will have to scrape the bones of our fried chicken wings in order to survive. That said, I do understand that they'll both have to support my sister and I all at once through university, which requires $$$ not to say the least.

As I said earlier, if God wants me to go, He will pave the way. I just need to commit things into His hands. I won't deny that I will not grumble, feel sad, disappointed of not being able to go, much less say give up one of the greatest opportunities of my life (I mean just read the princeton review on NYU or check Wikepedia!) but at least I know that I was given the opportunity; I was accepted by a prestigious institute; and can look back one day and say, "I was good enough. Just not lucky enough." Some people can barely afford to make it through a local university, I shouldn't complain at all. No I shan't.

Cheer up.

I will. ;)

NYU 2

The acceptance letter from NYU was delivered to my home this morning, courtesy of UPS. I was still asleep when it arrived and when i woke up, I tried to convince myself that the excitement of getting accepted into NYU was over and that life had to return to normal. I was wrong.

The cardboard envelope, with its UPS logo, was addressed to me and instantly, I knew where it came from. It's exciting to hold something like that in your hand, with full knowledge that it contains something wonderful, an achievement. My hands were trembling, my heart thumping, even though I already knew the results. Anyway, I can't stop beaming right now. Getting into NYU for me is a big deal, no matter whether it's greated by muted disapproval or firm indifference. IT IS. It would be nice though to have someone jump up and down screaming with you celebrating, or having my parents go, "Wow, that's an achievement" or display some form of enthusiasm. Then again, that only happens in the movies I suppose or NUS business school ads.

NYU

I've been offered a place at NYU's Stern School of Business. When I read the email, I almost screamed, right there in my tiny office cubicle. (though i know thoroughly well that I shouldn't be doing personal stuff during office hours - but a little break, just a short break from the number crunching). I wanted to jump for joy, run around, go crazy... if only. Actually, I did let out a squeak and scrambled to maintain my composure. I experienced eurphoria i tell ya since it's not everyday that one gets accepted into NYU.

Unfortunately, this piece of joyful news (only to me perhaps) has been greeted with indifference and muted disapproval from my parents. I want to cry. Support anyone? At least let me bask in the euphoria of my dream before bursting my bubble. Don't you know how much this means to me?

Long time

Life's been like a rollercoaster, going up to dizzying heights and spiraling down to unfanthomable depths. Is it me or is it the hormones? no wonder that I'm having a break-out again.

Received an SMS from SMU Corp Relations that a reporter from the ST would be asking me a few questions about the special term. I thought it was a survey with a few other participants. This morning, I was innundated with smses and calls about my name appearing in the papers. Now half of Singapore knows my background, thankfully, my pictures weren't splashed on the front page.

My new client is situated in Jurong - I trudge to Boon Lay for the week. There are its perks though - the client brought us to Raffles Marina or lunch. Dining by the sea with views of yatches parked side by side is breath-taking; or perhaps I'm just a sua gu who hasn't seen such things. -____-'

Long time

Life's been like a rollercoaster, going up to dizzying heights and spiraling down to unfanthomable depths. Is it me or is it the hormones? no wonder that I'm having a break-out again.

Received an SMS from SMU Corp Relations that a reporter from the ST would be asking me a few questions about the special term. I thought it was a survey with a few other participants. This morning, I was innundated with smses and calls about my name appearing in the papers. Now half of Singapore knows my background, thankfully, my pictures weren't splashed on the front page.

My new client is situated in Jurong - I trudge to Boon Lay for the week. There are its perks though - the client brought us to Raffles Marina or lunch. Dining by the sea with views of yatches parked side by side is breath-taking; or perhaps I'm just a sua gu who hasn't seen such things. -____-'

Last Chinese New Year...

Work

The company that I am currently auditing is near Tanjong Pagar market and Maxwell market, both of which offer myriad food.

I spent 20 minutes queuing for fish head soup, recommended by channel U - at $4.00, it's on the pricey side. Soup was thick and nice, but lacked something compared to another stall at Alexander market. Till today, it is still ranked number 1 on my list as the best fish head soup. The rice noodles were not of a very good standard - it was powdery, perhaps overcooked and wasn't as smooth as I would have liked it. After a while, the taste of the soup was too overwhelming - I got a little sick of it, akin the feeling one gets after eating too much of cream sauce pasta. My verdict: at best 6/10. for the waiting time and price, it's not THAT worth it. Once you've tasted the best, the second best tends to pale in comparison.

Nasi Lemak at Tanjong Pagar Market today - one of the few remaining markets that remain cheap and good, it's old facade and that old world charm. Though renovated, this two storey market, with a wet market one the first floor, still offers cheap and good food. The nasi lemak stall that I patronised is the oldest, and apparently, its owners are distant relatives of my senior whom I'm currently attached.

Nasi lemak as a set came in $1.50 and $2.00 options, but I gave in to temptation and went ahead with the $3.00 edition. Here's what I got - a big plate of rice, with otah, chicken wing, egg, a piece of fried chicken and fish. Quite a lot of stuff piled onto a round green plate. The rice did not possess a strong taste of coconut, which may suit those who prefer something that is not too overpowering, with a tinge of taste; almost like a game of hide and seek, which leaves you wanting more. There was a long queue, but waiting time was limited as the owners were efficient; adept at cutting, frying and so on with an added advantage of pre-selecting most dishes for their customers which cuts down time on selection. Overall, I give it 7.5/10

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Everyone's leaving for greener pastures. Doing follow-up with Zepeng and Kenneth has been a great eye-opener and learning experience. Though I tagged along to support Zepeng, I think I was the one who was being followed-up. Nonetheless, I have been greatly encouraged by the support that both of them have given me and it's sad to say goodbye to Zepeng, whom I just beginning to know better. Ah well, all the best to this brilliant GEPer whom I'm sure will definitely fly in the land Downunder. I look forward to free consultations. :)

Sunday School kids

teSome Sunday school kids are adorable, some are absolutely not - there exists a vast chasm between the good and the bad - and I mean REALLY BAD. Teaching Sunday school today, a challenge that my CG chose to take up at the spur of the moment, via a democratic process, was definitely unforgettable. It took place in the exact room that I grew up in and attended Sunday school about 9 years ago. The only difference this time was that I was on the other side of the food chain, in the teacher's shoes.

Never underestimate kids - that was what I learnt today. When we sang the song "With Christ in the vessel" and Joy asked what a vessel was, some kid shouted "A Blood Vein" - :S. When I rehashed the story of the miracle of Jesus walking on water, "J" said it was not impossible - one could walk on solid ice - albeit water in another state.

One way of dealing with such kids though is to outsmart them. When one little twit could not stop rattling on about his financial status - about the amount of wealth he had in his bank account and his net worth, which included his insurance coverage, I replied, "My, are you flushed with liquidity", followed be a short lecture on the term liquidity - a cheem term that economists use to mean money. That shut him up and put him in his place. Take that! Ha!

Taking care of kids is energy sapping and it's impossible to keep up with them. Together with adeline, I was in-charge of the P5s - which I sincerely believe, was the most difficult group to handle. We had a few kids possessing very strong characters - first service had two who went at each others' throat, but that was containable when I turned my bitch mode on.

The second service were deceptively docile. While they were generally a smaller and quieter bunch, the P5s that I took were a nightmare. To qualify myself, and not to smear the reputations of the other darlings who were in my group, "T" and "M" as I shall name them really pushed me to the edge. Whilst I was patiently trying to tell them about the miracles that Jesus did, they twisted and distorted every word I said, trying to provide a scientific explanation and going WAY BEYOND any reason about miracles. Those two were out to disrupt my lesson and stretch my patience to its absolute limits. I almost blew up but thankfully I stopped short of throwing them out of the room.

And so, I end my stint as a Sunday school bruised and battered though not guilty of strangling any kids. I admire the Sunday school teachers and better appreciate their hard work. If any of those brats were my kids, I would have loved to give them a good whipping, in line with the age old adage of spare the rod and spoil the child. I am convinced that if I ever have children (that is I ever change my mind after this horrific experience), I will ensure that they don't turn into brats. There are still good kids out there though and some of them are just SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO adorable. :)

First dAy of Work

Everybody fears me!

I am.....


THE AUDITOR!


........'s assistant.

numbersuponnumbersuponnumbers59,2394137198-2037487,4123984798075612.2314718927543127489217549073209567917359714273946736223

First day at work and I had to work overtime. First day at work and I was sent to help audit a company's financial statement. Numbers numbers, so many numbers. Scary. Boring. I won't be an auditor in the future. nononono.

OT on the first day at work - more experience
Non-aircon bus arrives to take me home - save money
Heavy rain as I step off the bus stop (call home and ask for Sue to come down with umbrella) - thank God for providence
Sue comes down with an umbrella and cross the road, rain stops - Hallelujah

For every negative thing in life, there's a positive.

Be an optimist.

I'll try.

I am now ex-unemployed.

If that makes any sense. :D

A Conversation

A Conversation

L K U E (Leprosy Kills Unsanitised Elephants) says:
Sorry could you please send me your resume again? Can't email it out of my office due to hotmail screwing up.

L K U E (Leprosy Kills Unsanitised Elephants) says:
THANKS MAN. I'd kiss you... if you were a girl... other than Amy.

[wwwc] No longer a Combat Medic - Our intravenous infusions shall be in vein and not in vain - Happy New Year! says:
LOL

L K U E (Leprosy Kills Unsanitised Elephants) says:
Hahaha

L K U E (Leprosy Kills Unsanitised Elephants) says:
JK

[wwwc] No longer a Combat Medic - Our intravenous infusions shall be in vein and not in vain - Happy New Year! says:
i should so tell AMY

L K U E (Leprosy Kills Unsanitised Elephants) says:
Hahaha she's used to it.

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L K U E (Leprosy Kills Unsanitised Elephants) says:
Lemme see if I can find a photo of her...

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L K U E (Leprosy Kills Unsanitised Elephants) says:
Wow. To die for.

*****

Haha. Luke and I know Amy. So which Amy are we referring to? ;)

RJC's O night. For us, a group of J5s, it was more of "Old" night.

RI and RJ have changed so much, I barely recognise it.

I'm old. I turn 21 this year. Before I know it, I'll be receiving wedding invitations, sending out wedding invitations, having kids... o_O

I shan't think about it.

Job interview tomorrow
Wish me luck everyone, pray for me ;)