Monday, October 31, 2005

hen and friends come out to play


She's the partner I sat next to in class from sec 3 to 4, about 10 years ago. She's the hen we held a party for, just two days ago. She's the classmate whom I always turned to when I had problems with math and science. She's the bride-to-be who now has to try out the crotchless panties (see pic)!!! HAHAHA. As usual, with another hen party organised by the horniest and craziest ones in the sec sch gang, how could it not be fun?

Just some things about the hotel the gang spent the day at:
We now know that the Le Meridien Changi Village Hotel is a luuurve hotel. The bedroom offers a thoroughly unobstructed view into the bathroom, courtesy of a big glass window fitted in the wall separating the bathroom from the bedroom. Of course, if you are shy, you can always let down the blinds. There's also a rooftop swimming pool on the eighth floor, where you can look out to the sea beyond and its tiny sailboats. It would have been nicer if the swimming pool water was not so murky. I couldn't see a thing underwater with my goggles!

Saturday, October 29, 2005

最近比较烦

男女爱情真麻烦,忽冷忽热,随风漂泊。
受情绪摆布,被男友怪是“身体闹情绪”的缘故。
为什么爱一个人那么麻烦?
难道爱就不能简简单单的吗?
虽有个伴,有时感觉上又好像却没伴。
没时间,没时间。。。
没时间想最好。

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Badminton buddies


This morning, my right arm woke up making a lot of noise. Move it, creak (!), raise it, crack (!), lower it, creak (!). Ouch. Tested my butt and thighs for a while. Ok, no sound, not much pain, thanks to once-a-week jogging I think!

Yesterday, I touched a badminton racquet for the first time in like a decade, and played for about an hour with a teenager, her sister who's six years younger than me, and their very pro friend (a guy who looks older than me, but then again, many people younger than me look older than me.) It was great fun! But I knew my body was sure to complain today. And so it did, loud and clear. Sigh...老了...

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

"Mummy, 你很胖"

"Mummy, 我的朋友的 mummy 比较美..."

That was uttered by this primary school boy to his 80kg-heavy mother!!! I am so disturbed.

Was watching this slimming show on channel 8 earlier on. Slimming shows are the fad now. This particular one was sponsored by Jean Yip where they audition heavyweight women, put them through a slimming programme (where you see all the unsightly flab wrapped tightly in plastic before being exposed to some funny lighting), package them in nice dresses and coiffeured hair, and voila, they are a different person altogether. And people like Jean Yip get their due credit.

Seriously, I think these shows are appalling. What kind of message about beauty are they propagating? And today, I had to hear this boy - he looks no older than nine - say that he thinks his mother is fat and that he supports his mother's efforts to slim down on TV because then she can be beautiful. Apparently, his mother says that he doesn't like her to wear sleeveless tops because her arms are too fat. So she actually changes out of these tops into baggy T-shirts for his sake!!! He also feels the layers of fat on her tummy and calls them 三层肉.

HUH? Where did this boy get his idea about beauty from??? You know, I highly suspect that he's learnt all this through the mass media - advertisements, appalling slimming shows, whatever. Because, the mother mentioned that he was watching a slimming show on TV when she asked if he wanted her to take part in such a show.

C'mon, at that age, I don't think I ever associated weight and beauty in such a connotation. Fat was just fat. Ugly was just ugly. It was never fat equals ugly. And I don't think it would even cross my mind to turn fashion critique and tell a plus-sized person that his or her arms were too big to be paraded around.

Oh man...with the proliferation of such blatant fat-equals-ugly messages, how will our young ever grow up with a proper concept of healthy beauty? And here we have Mummy shedding tears because junior now thinks she's soooo beautiful after shedding the kilos...And the comperes call her story very 感人!

Oh please!

Photography 101

I usually don't show my face on my blog cos of fat-face issues that plague me constantly. But today, I've had a change of heart and decided to use myself as a model to demonstrate some techniques in hiding bodily flaws and to expound on the art of photography in general. As you can tell, I'm bored :)


1. To look slimmer, it helps to turn your face slightly to the side so the camera doesn't capture the full frontal (and fat) view. If you want, you can also tilt your head very slightly towards your shoulder - in this case, I tilted it towards my right shoulder. Find a window with natural light pouring in, and position yourself such that the light falls on one side of your face. Such ambient lighting is pretty flattering. And of course, make sure you hold the camera slightly higher than your forehead because when you shoot from top down, you avoid double-chin issues, which can be very depressing!


2. If all else fails, find a mirror in a multi-storey car park (as above), or one that is found around the bend of a windy road. The fish-eye perspective that the reflection offers shaves off those few needed millimetres off your body. Then you can kid yourself that you possess sinewy arms and a sharp(er) chin. Say cheese!


3. But sometimes, you can't make the conditions favour you, especially when you're taking pix with a bunch of friends. So just heck it lah! Fat then fat lor! This bunch of friends here are my project group members from school. We are always the group found hovering near any table with food. Today's lecture was on Indian culture and our lecturer provided food like muruku. And of course, we zoomed in on it! YUM.


4. The cardinal sin in photography is definitely shooting a blur picture, unless it is the intended effect. In this case (as above), I committed the cardinal sin. But who wouldn't when you need to shoot in secret? Look out for unwelcome nail clippings the next time you board the train. Don't say I didn't sound the warning!

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Three cheers for the spunky ballerina!


I'm so happy Naima emerged as America's Next Top Model in this season four installation. Love her mohawk, her spunk and everything cool that she exudes. Save for a few unnecessary spots on her face and sometimes coming across as a little contrived in her manner of speech (think it's gotta do with the "past" that she's trying to escape from), Naima IS a very attractive character.

I love it when people embody juxtapositions. Like Naima. She's a graceful ballerina with a rock-chick attitude. Definitely not one-dimensional.

You go girl!

Picture courtesy of UPN, L-R: Naima Mora and Tyra Banks

Saturday, October 22, 2005

yo, bro

In this week's issue of 8 Days, actress Ericia Lee says she used to wonder if she was adopted, because she was so different from her younger sis Ezann. Looks-wise and character-wise, both couldn't be more different from each other. Then again, both are blessed with such good looks, fantabulous figures and wonderful smiles. So, different also never mind right??? This world is so unfair...sigh...

The sibling feature inspired me to put up pix of my bro and I. At 23, he's three years younger than me. We are also as different as...as...as...err...popeye is from err...olive. Couldn't think of a better contrast, but you get the idea. He's everything I'm not, and I'm everything he's not. He inherited most genes from my mum's side, slim cheeks, business-(ka-ching)-mind, find-the-shortest-shortcut-tendencies, love for garlic and onions, naturally straight pearly whites bla bla bla.

I, on the other hand, got my dad's chubby-bao-bao-cheeks, his love for photography, easy contentment, not-so-straight teeth that I had to fix with braces, and I repeat, his chubby cheeks!!! Ok, so I haven't exhausted the list (I know there's more), but I can't think of any more "genetic dispositions" right now.

My bro is an NSB (I'm not), he smokes (I don't), he loves techno (I don't), he's the auntie-killer-type great at selling stuff (I'm not, I don't know how to sell things), he hates writing (I don't) and so on...In fact, just a few weeks back, we both took the train together (a rare occurence) and he looked at our reflection in the window and said: "My goodness, we don't even look alike."

:)

So my question is, are you and your sibling alike?

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Homely comforts


This is ben, corny ben, who's reporting from Muzaffarabad in Pakistan now. (Sorry had to include baby ethan inside cos he's soooo cute!) I've been following his reports on how he's turned medic, inserting needles into veins, cleaning wounds and all that stuff that he'd never thought he had to do. And today, I read about how he hasn't bathed in days because the water is contaminated, and how having the privilege to sleep in a porous tent is sheer luxury.

I must say ben ben, I'm very proud of you! You've managed to balance your journalistic instincts with helping the distressed earthquake survivors! I can't imagine what it is like to be out there in the shivering cold, plagued by injuries, with absolutely no hope about what the future holds.

How fortunate I am in Singapore to be surrounded by all the creature comforts one can ask for. Where I wake up in the morning, tempted to snuggle under my soft quilt a little longer. Where I turn on the PC and saying "good morning" to friends on MSN. Where the most pressing thing on my mind right now is to finish my class essay and hand it up on time.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Kartaly is my hero

Kartaly is my hero!!!! She's so pissed about the dress incident, she's shot a complaint to dear Mr Ang. Woo hoo!!! Muaks again to you dear :)
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Dear Mr Ang,

I wish to draw your attention to a blog entry - which I append below - that highlighted an incident of bad service at your store recently.

Recently, Prime Minister Lee Hsien Loong has talked about the need to improve the service standards in this country so that our economy can move into the next league. But providing good service is not just a "National Service" we do for our country - it's so that your own business can flourish too. As you can tell, you have already lost one customer forever, and even more - given that many Singaporeans surf this person's blog.

Perhaps you should consider instituting better service training at your shops. What's the point of putting in so much effort into designing beautiful dresses, when you offend would-be customers in the store itself?

Yours sincerely


Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

I DON'T WANT YOUR DRESS

Walked into the Sunny Ang boutique at Delfi Orchard yesterday, and got snubbed by the very ugly salesgirl, very ugly in attitude indeed.

Me (holding a beautiful blue-green long chiffon dress, looking for the price tag): Uhm, how much is this?

Ugly salesgirl: $1,000 odd.

Wah lau! 妈的!看不起我,see me no up is it???? Cannot give exact price is it???

At this point, the ugly salesgirl adds, quite irrelevantly and irreverently that they don't make to measure. Hello??? I didn't even ask you that! So, she's insinuating that I can't fit into that dress??? What kind of service is this??? I make my exit with a friend, who immediately says: BAD SERVICE.

PTOOIIII!!!!! Ugly salesgirls give Sunny Ang a bad name. I then don't want your dress!!!

Sunday, October 16, 2005

cerebral palsy and shopping

I was looking so forward to my planned shopping trip at Far East Plaza last Friday. Cocoatina was supposed to have joined me, if she was free. But, she couldn't make it, and off I went alone after interviewing a physio at The Spastic Children's Association in the morning.

About the interview first. It was a really enjoyable interview because the physio was such a sweet lady, and she demonstrated how she helped this four-year-old boy with cerebral palsy carry out exercises that would train him to move independently. Edward was such a sweet boy too! He can't hold up his head and upper body when he sits (he flops down on the rubber mat each time he sits), so the physio was constantly encouraging him to sit up and teaching him to control his body. He loves Barney, so one of the exercises involved enticing him to stretch his arms out to touch the Barney book. Which he did! And we all said "Yay! Good job Edward!"

Anyways, Edward had such a grumpy look on his face all the time (he can't talk, by the way). His maid then started hitting her hands on the rubber mat, while laughing and calling out "Edward!". And this actually tickled him so much his lips twitched into a faint smile, and a wider grin, and finally a loud laugh that sounded like a big sneeze! Hahaha. So cute. We all laughed when grumpy Edward finally wiped away the frown from his face :)

And now to shopping. Well, I covered the whole of Far East Plaza I think. Spent five hours there? Bought four tops and an evening dress (and nearly bought a pair of shoes. Anyone knows where to find cute black ballerina-type pumps?). Later on, I popped over to Raffles City, where I bought two pairs of earrings.

Extremely satisfied. This also means I'm taking on more freelance writing jobs to make up for the shortfall. $230 in one day, I believe. Eeks.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

quotable quotes by the NSB

*NSB= Neighbourhood School Boy = Leo = sometimes synonymous with ah beng (but Leo is not an ah beng)

I don't know why I have a fetish for NSBs and ah bengs. Couldn't be the ah lian in me, because I absolutely do not possess any such traits ('cept maybe when I say 妈的, which is quite seldom and only to belle. Haha.)

If the Mayday band members studied in Singapore, they definitely would have gone to school at BBSS (Bukit Batok Sec School), or something like that. Haha. So cool! Eh, BBSS is leo's alma mater :)

I used to like Sly too, because he was so ah beng, but now he's too cocky for his own good. Poseur.

Anyways, the point of this entry is to remember some quotable quotes by the NSB.

In a car along Shenton Way one night:

Leo's colleague, Q, (also an NSB) asks me: Eh, last time you what JC? Quite good one right? Hwa Chong or National right?

Leo the other NBS (in mock indignance): NOOO LAAH!!!!! She from Raffles lah!!! Raffles!!!

Q: Same what! Same standard right? I thought Hwa Chong also quite good one what!

Leo (in greater mock indignance): OI!!! You insult her school issit? I ask you, which is the best JC around?

Q: Same what! I thought Hwa Chong also quite good????

Leo: NOOO LAAH!!!!! Where got same? Pls lah. It's Raffles! Raffles!


Over the phone one afternoon:

Leo the NSB asks me: So how? How's your studying progressing?

Me: Finished the bulk of it.

Leo: WAH!!! So fast ah??? Your RJC study method soooo good!!! I told you! No need to worry one lah you...


Usually when I'm stressing over not doing something well enough:

Leo the NSB to me: You all Raffles one, perfectionists...


When talking about "kiam-par" (deserve to be whacked ie because they think the world of themselves) guys in the army:

Leo the NSB to me: I tell you, they are all from either ACS or RI, TRUST ME.

a little anger don't hurt

Just heard the most impassioned speech of the century from my dear lecturer, who's spent the last 20 or so years doing social work and is still every bit passionate about the profession. It's really not often that I get inspired by someone who believes so much in her cause.

1. A little anger don't hurt, she says. If not, how're you going to fight against injustice? How're you going to advocate for your clients?

2. Best if you find good supervision after you graduate, she says. Best way to learn. But, if you don't find a good supervisor in your agency, don't get trapped in a mode of learned helplessness. Search out your own mentors, like what she did. She turned to her lecturers for help with her casework.

3. I don't buy burnout, she says. There's no such thing as burnout. If you think you are burnt out, then it was you who brought it upon yourself. You didn't know how to manage your work. If you find the work doesn't suit you, by all means look for another profession. But don't use burnout as an excuse.

4. Don't be so hard on yourselves as beginning social workers, she says. For the first three months, you are going to get so much feedback about what you are doing wrong, and your self-esteem is going to go from there (she gestures with her hand above her head) to there (she brings her hand real low, near her knees). By the fifth month, your esteem will rise a little, and by the end of one year, you'll feel like you're only beginning to function as a social worker. You'll need at least three years to feel that you're really competent enough. But don't be hard on yourself, the feedback is the best way to learn.

And she goes on to talk about threats she has faced from violent clients, tricks of the trade, and lots of other things. Can't say much about the specific cases, tho they are really interesting, cos I have to abide by the code of ethics - confidentiality.

But I must say that ever since going through this course, I've learnt the big difference between a volunteer and a social worker. I never knew that so much training went into producing a social worker, and I feel really inadequate about coming out to practise after I graduate. I'm not ready!

It's really quite a science to do social work. You need to do accurate assessments of the client's situation because if you get them wrong, then your intervention methods will be erroneous. And you need to listen actively and observe keenly for the underlying problems that clients don't tell you. Quite stressful. And during all this time, you have to demonstrate empathy not only in your non-verbals, but the way you craft your sentences to reflect feeling and content (all these are skills we learn in class).

Seriously, it's not just about having a big heart in social work. It's really about being trained as a professional with the proper skills and theoretical frameworks to partner the client in handling their issues. And it's not just problem-focused. It's also about exploring their strengths and resources, thereby helping them see that they are capable to get themselves "unstucked" from their situation.

And many more things to take note of in the profession....I'm getting quite scared! I'm so not ready!

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

steamin'



Last evenin', I came home huffin' and puffin' after my run. Definitely steamin'. Mum says she wants to teach me steamin', double steamin'...fish on the top deck, egg with minced pork on the lower deck. So, I learnt to use the spaceship of a steamer (see picture).

love, me

was watching a mini animated movie of five episodes on the Net earlier on. A love story... It's your Meteor Garden type of Taiwanese drama, only much much shorter. Each episode lasts a few minutes. And the animation is great. But I hate the ending (spoiler alert!) because it's so tragic!!!

Anyways, if you have about 15 minutes to spare, click here to watch.

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Ok, after posting the above, I watched another animated drama. This one is much nicer! Click here to watch.

Sunday, October 09, 2005

hey hey hey, beautiful sunday

Playing for worship services on Sundays usually means a tiring day. When I get back home with leo, we just crash. It's days like these when I wish we owned a car. Then we could zip around easier (why do we live at opposite ends of singapore?), and he could stash away his heavy guitar and luggage.

Well, I call it luggage cos he's gotta bring nice dress pants, nice long-sleeved shirt, nice dress shoes to wear on stage during service. This time, he forgot his black socks, so he ended up doing a Michael Jackson - stark white socks with black leather shoes. Yep, he was so self-conscious the whole day.

Earthquake in Pakistan.

Reading the news of the calamity off the net and watching BBC. It strikes home, yet again, the temporal nature of a human being's life, his dreams, his aspirations, his hopes. Meaningless, everything is meaningless. Lord, help me set my eyes on you. There have been one too many disasters. Lord, you are coming soon.

Friday, October 07, 2005

not so lonely

It's been a pretty fun two days. Not cooped up at home reading textbooks, tho there's much reading to be done!

Headed down to Orchard Road yesterday to get birthday pressies for leo and cocoatina, who share the same birthdays. Finally I remembered the right dates! Big pat on my back, please! Terrible me, I've for the last two years or so kept thinking that their birthdays were Oct 5 instead of Oct 6. One's my boyfriend, and the other's my good girlfriend. I ought to be punished!

The only things that my boyfriend reads (yes, he doesn't read) are classified ads and any material to do with scuba diving, so I got him a book on fish and underwater life, complete with beautiful pictures and useful bite-sized info on each species. One of the rare times he's enraptured by something with words in it! :)

Cocoatina got a make-your-own-sushi kit, with sushi recipe book, chopsticks, big wooden spoon and bamboo mat for rolling sushi. Yep! I'll be there for your Christmas sushi party!

Finally got to meet belle for a proper lunch too. I used to cab down to our usual meeting lunchplace at Somerset during the work week, but after leaving the job two months back, we haven't had the chance to really sit down and talk! And we did shopping at Bugis, before she had to leave for an assignment. Feels so good to have new clothes :) I wore them to school that evening. HAHA. Oh, and I forgot to do my homework cos I was busy doing this-and-that the whole day!

As for today, very productive too. Went jogging in the morning. First time I hit 30 minutes. I must really do this more often. Then it was off for a jamu herbal spa with cocoatina, after which I had a tough time fending off a very aggressive sales pitch from one of the staff. She wanted me to sign up for a package. Really hard-sell man.

And then, I went for a haircut! Only to find out that my hairstylist might be uprooting soon for a more posh salon downtown. Tho he promised to give me a good discount if he does uproot, I told him to have mercy, cos I would be a poor social worker then. Hair is everything, so I still must see him!

And later rushed home to iron clothes, before heading for dinner with some church friends. Yummy crabs! So full now...but very satisfied.

After these two days of fun, it's time to get down to real work. Go, me go!

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

The freaky train ride

You won't believe my freaky train ride on the NEL. Actually, my mum burst out laughing when I told her the story.

Yesterday, I had boarded the train and was preparing to do some readings for school. This middle-aged woman, seated four seats away, suddenly asked me in Hokkien if she was on the right train. And to let her know when we'd reached her stop at Chinatown.

I went back to reading. Three minutes later, she started talking to me again, asking me where I was going, which block I lived in, (get this) HOW OLD I WAS, etc...while inching her way towards my seat. So, finally, she ended up right next to me and she's firing me questions like she's my best chum. More like an interrogator parading as best pal, actually.

Wah lau, I have friendly face or what????

I tried to be friendly cos I figured she probably had no one to talk to at home (!), but at the same, who the hell was she that I had to give away my private life just like that??? If I didn't want to answer, I simply said, in Hokkien, "don't want to say", "don't know how to say in Hokkien" or "mumblemumblesomethinglikethatlah!"

What are you studying? (don't know how to say in Hokkien)
How old are you (she asked me five times)? (don't want to say) to which she replied: "Aiya I'm auntie already leh, you so much younger than me, no need to be paiseh lah!" (don't want to say)
What course are you taking? How long is it? How much are your fees? What do your parents work as? Do you have a boyfriend? What does he do? Does your mum like him? How much does he earn? HOW OLD ARE YOU? Are you getting married soon? You look so young, your mum must be very young?

To make her stop asking, I made her talk about herself. After only one question, she spilled her 33-year-old unmarried son's entire life history on rejecting the girls she's tried to matchmake him with. This went on for the next 20 minutes. I even now know that he makes $3K a month teaching IT and he gives $500 to her as pocket money.

Being nice, I replied: "Aiya auntie, your son got no girlfriend never mind lah. Slowly...one step at a time. Most importantly, he loves you!" (which elicited a "CHEH!" from her).

She then said she would be meeting her son at some NTUC somewhere and he would be taking her for dinner.

And guess what! On my way home from school five hours later, SHE WAS ON THE SAME TRAIN!!!! WITH THAT UNMARRIED SON OF HERS!!!!

Is that freaky or what???????? She recognised me too and smiled! Thank goodness I had one classmate who was taking the train all the way home with me. Once I exited, I walked damn fast home man. No woman, no more talking please!

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

The Chronicles of Narn-iang

Heh heh, pardon my brilliant play of words in the title...the former members of the NTU Nanyang Chronicle meet again! With the inclusion of a little tot called Ethan who ingests blended brocolli and blended chicken (Ahbeng says: HUH? Don't remember eating such things when I was a baby)!!!

Presenting Three Men (can't-wait-to-be-daddies) and a Baby..From left: gahmen servant Lich, I-love-chasing-salacious-news-and-Shu-Qi-Ahbeng, and oooo-Ethan-loves-me-cos-we-wear-matching-colours-Ben.



And so the conversation before Emperor Ethan arrives revolves around what's happening in our lives. And when the long-awaited dignitary arrives (well, actually we were more like looking forward to see the mother), the conversation turns to "how to use the manual focus function on the digital camera" and err...cat food.

Taking a look at a big container of "Finger Foods For Babies Learning to Self-Feed - Fruit Puffs - Puff Grains with Real Bananas (in mummy-to-ethan-speak-that-thing-is-simply-NANA)", ben goes: "Err...looks like cat food..."

Cat food it may seem, but a fan it has found in Ethan! YUMMY!




Nice Ahbeng (while still fantasising about Shu Qi in Ibiza) then teaches Belle (the lucky one who got to interview Shu Qi in Ibiza and whom Ahbeng hates as a result) and I how to use the manual focus function on our cameras. And I use the cat food, Ethan and mummy as models. Fwah! Works leh! But takes some practice...

1) This pic below shows a focus on the cat food, while the background is blur.

2) This pic below shows the Emperor in focus, during a frenzied bout of feeding :)


And of course, Emperor poses for the trigger-happy me, while Belle and Ahbeng (in the background) SPY ON MY PRIVATE LIFE (in the O2 mini) without my permission. Very good hor Ahbeng, after that can still say "Eh, I found out your secret..."


But I must say, Ethan, though you look very cute in all these smiley pictures, I still like you best when you look tur, when you have that DUH look on your face. Well, sometimes, it's also a "I'm-so-constipated-Godma-I-wanna-pang-sai" look. Like this: