What is a journal, and what is it for?
A journal is somebody's release, a journal is a memory keeper-but what kind?
Why do people only feel the need to record an event or a feeling in a journal when it is sad or depressing? why do people only feel the need to let out what is happy and keep what is not?
Why do you speak of happiness but write of sad stories?
What do you expect of people after reading your journal? Empathy? Sympathy? Compassion?
Do you expect differently of your friends after recording your distress? What if they don't react?
Then what? Do you get angry? Or maybe you'll just wallow in self-pity?
What is it with journals and sad events?
It's as if everyone in the world is having the worst days of their life. It's just too depressing.
Makes you think that life is not worth living.
New Look!
My Blog has received a new makeover!!
Don't know why the sun isn't happy...maybe he doesn't like pink.
A little bit girly and a little bit childish, but oh well, I never really grow up.
LOL
Moving to new place! Can't wait!
Don't know why the sun isn't happy...maybe he doesn't like pink.
A little bit girly and a little bit childish, but oh well, I never really grow up.
LOL
Moving to new place! Can't wait!
Bleh
Oh so tired.
My boss is darn lucky to have me.
who else is oh so willing to stay back late to work when they've only just started.
no time to even check mail. No time to answer phone calls. no time to Make phone calls.
No time to buy oyster sauce. Thank god we have 60 rolls of toilet paper.
aiyooh tomorrow got 8am meeting. Bleh don't wanna go.
My boss is darn lucky to have me.
who else is oh so willing to stay back late to work when they've only just started.
no time to even check mail. No time to answer phone calls. no time to Make phone calls.
No time to buy oyster sauce. Thank god we have 60 rolls of toilet paper.
aiyooh tomorrow got 8am meeting. Bleh don't wanna go.
Here then There and Here again
I'm here then I'm home then I'm here again.
Life is just so unpredictable.
I'm happy I'm finally employed yet I left home with a heavy heart-again.
It never changes after all these years. Home is still where the heart is.
I still can't decide if I'm happiest here or home.
I'm definately most comfortable at home.
It's just so different. Here and Home.
I miss home. As I always do.
Life is just so unpredictable.
I'm happy I'm finally employed yet I left home with a heavy heart-again.
It never changes after all these years. Home is still where the heart is.
I still can't decide if I'm happiest here or home.
I'm definately most comfortable at home.
It's just so different. Here and Home.
I miss home. As I always do.
WTF do you want me to do
Wtf. I already said I will arrange it for this week or next. I already said I will do it. Still call me indecisive. I know you're stressed, and you think I'm not? I already stated my plan and my intentions as clear as a whistle. I'm trying to be as calm as I can to make a decision as best I can. I need time to prepare for it what! otherwise I'll screw it up! What's so hard to understand?!? You think everything happens overnight? That I'm some super human can plan so many things at once? You think I have all the time in the world is it? That everyone has to suit their time to my needs? To bow down to my wishes?
Do this do that, don't do this don't do that, do this instead, why are u doing this, no you should do it, why aren't you doing this instead.
Seriously wtf la.
Only know how to judge the situation when you don't even know a thing about it. Can tell me to gain exposure first then later change direction. Know how to say this is good for u and that isn't when you don't even know for a second what the job is.
When I say something, you don't want to listen, only want to insist that you are right.
I'm the one who did all the research, I'm the one who did the course. And yet u think you're smarter than me when it comes to what I know best and what you don't. You teach me la like that. I don't have to go to uni. I don't have to suffer for a year doing something I didn't like.
I tell you my plans, u say u support me. ya as if. At the back of your mind you want to steer me to a certain direction.
Only know how to tell me that im indecisive and have low self confidence.
Fine I try to make decisions as fast as I can. Doesn't matter if I'm stressed.
Fine I'll think that I'm really good at what I do. I'm better than everyone else. Is that what you want me to think? You think it's realistic?!? You think I'm being true to myself?!?
I'm already trying the best that I can to make you happy. What more do you want?
Wtf man. Seriously wtf.
Do this do that, don't do this don't do that, do this instead, why are u doing this, no you should do it, why aren't you doing this instead.
Seriously wtf la.
Only know how to judge the situation when you don't even know a thing about it. Can tell me to gain exposure first then later change direction. Know how to say this is good for u and that isn't when you don't even know for a second what the job is.
When I say something, you don't want to listen, only want to insist that you are right.
I'm the one who did all the research, I'm the one who did the course. And yet u think you're smarter than me when it comes to what I know best and what you don't. You teach me la like that. I don't have to go to uni. I don't have to suffer for a year doing something I didn't like.
I tell you my plans, u say u support me. ya as if. At the back of your mind you want to steer me to a certain direction.
Only know how to tell me that im indecisive and have low self confidence.
Fine I try to make decisions as fast as I can. Doesn't matter if I'm stressed.
Fine I'll think that I'm really good at what I do. I'm better than everyone else. Is that what you want me to think? You think it's realistic?!? You think I'm being true to myself?!?
I'm already trying the best that I can to make you happy. What more do you want?
Wtf man. Seriously wtf.
Emo.
I think sometimes I underestimate my own abilities and achievements, but at the same time I think sometimes people overestimate my achievements. I don't know what it is, whether or not I'm giving out the wrong sort of information, but sometimes I feel let down and most times I feel like I've let people down.
I've heard this over and over: "Don't be disheartened, it's not your fault, just keep trying" from my parents. It's easier said then done. Much easier.
They have more confidence in me than I do in myself. I'm constantly overwhelmed with self doubt that I'm already defeated before I've started.
They think I did really well in Uni, that I've become this First Class Student they're so proud of. Maybe I lead them to believe that I was. But at the moment it's the last thing I feel I am.
I was blind, and I lead them to think that my results were so excellent it's unusual for other people to score well. It's not true. There are so many others who achieved a First Class. It's really nothing special. Perhaps I wanted it to be special. But the harsh reality is that it's not.
I'm no smarter than any other, I'm no wiser than any other. I'm just an ordinary, average girl, who somehow fooled herself into thinking she's more than ordinary. She somehow fooled her parents too, and maybe the people around her.
I appreciate the help I get when others forward me emails or links on job adverts to me. I even have my mum staying up late to help me look for a job. It's really good to know that you're all watching out for me too. I couldn't be more blessed with friends and family.
It's just that, the more I received these advice and the more I receive help, the less confident I feel and the more I loathe myself. It's as if I can't do it on my own and require assistance. Like I'm not grown up enough to handle it on my own. I don't like it, I thought I was better than this. I thought I could take care of things by myself. Perhaps I once again overestimate my own abilities. Maybe I can't do it alone all along.
One minute my dad is telling me to go home, the next minute he says go to singapore, then the next he says apply for another course- a Masters maybe. Don't apply for a MBA just apply for a Masters in Biotech. An MBA requires 2 years work experience which you don't have.
What am I to say? I don't want to do anything Bio-related anymore. I don't want to study anything bio-related anymore! I'm trying to break out of this stream!
Mum asks, what do u actually want to do?
I say I honestly don't know. All I know is science. I've studied nothing but science my entire life. All I know is that I don't want a long term career in research. I want something else, but I don't know what I want yet. How am I supposed to know what I want for sure if I can't expose myself to something other than science? There is something non-science that I'll like to do for sure but if I never get a chance to break out of this science bubble I'm stuck in, how will I ever find out what it is that I want to do? Why can't I get the chance to do an MBA? why must I do another Masters in Biotech? I don't want to do it. I just don't. Sometimes it's so hard to be the good daughter and go against your parents. I feel like I've let them down. I know I've let myself down.
I have a massive headache. I think I'm too f***ed up to handle all this shit now.
Melbourne City
I've been taking khor's camera for a few spins lately during my spare time. The poor camera hasn't had any TLC for a long time. Somebody's got to do it so why not me? haha
Thought I'd upload some of the shots I took of Melbourne city.
The Yarra at Night
The Yarra in the day
Long exposure of the Ferris wheel along the Yarra
Another shot of the Yarra with the Bridge
And another
Possibly my favourite shot of the day. ehe
City Museum
Parliament House
City Circle tram and tram driver
Old Green Tram. This one isn't free to ride.
Royal Exhibition Building
Thought I'd upload some of the shots I took of Melbourne city.
The Yarra at Night
The Yarra in the day
Long exposure of the Ferris wheel along the Yarra
Another shot of the Yarra with the Bridge
And another
Possibly my favourite shot of the day. ehe
City Museum
Parliament House
City Circle tram and tram driver
Old Green Tram. This one isn't free to ride.
Royal Exhibition Building
Torn Apart
The first step to getting the things you want out of life is this: Decide what you want
-Ben Stein-
But I don't know what I want. Must I know everything I want now?
The hardest thing to learn in life is which bridge to cross and which to burn.
-David Russell-
-Ben Stein-
But I don't know what I want. Must I know everything I want now?
The hardest thing to learn in life is which bridge to cross and which to burn.
-David Russell-
It's time to make yet another tough decision. Gosh I hate decision making, especially difficult ones. I am so indecisive. It's always been one of my weaknesses. It's not my choice, the god's made me this way. It's a trait of Librians. It's really not my fault! (blaming the heavens now...tsk tsk)
My parents are now pressuring me to go home. In light of the PR situation, their advice to me is to stop wasting precious time here in Melbourne and try Singapore instead. They're even willing to overwrite all the payments made towards the PR application and my rent, just so that I stop wasting time here.
But, Singapore. I know nobody there! I have no close friends there! I'll be all....alone. I'll be so depressed there I'll contribute to the suicidal rate of young people in Singapore. I want a career, I believe that's the important part of my life I should be focusing on right now, and I want a job here in Melbourne. But it's just not happening for me.
Now I'm stuck between the people I love here and a more promising job future in Singapore/Malaysia. I can't decide.
I've always been able to set my priorities straight and go through them as planned. This is so difficult though. I really don't want to leave my friends and Hann Meng here. At the same time, I don't want to waste anymore of my precious time hanging around here without a full time job.
I'm torn.
I should put career first. It's the right thing to do. It's the top priority on my priority list. It's just really hard though. I'm not sure I'm ready to just give up life here in Melbourne. After all it has been about 5 years. It'll be so different without my housemates and my FNL friends. You guys are like family to me already! I'll definately miss all of this if I go back.
What do I do?
Just My Luck
I was allocated a case officer!!! Damnit!!
I called the immigration department today to enquire about my PR application status, knowing full well that the person on the other end probably wouldn't be of much help anyway.
Hence, I didn't invest too much emotions as I patiently waited for my call to be picked-up.
Roughly 20 minutes after listening to " We are currently experiencing a large number of calls, an operator will be..........i forgot what the rest of the sentence was-wasn't paying much attention..." I was finally received by a Chris fella on the other end.
At first I casually asked about the status of my application and roughly how long he thinks It'll take for my PR to be granted. He says in a very polite and friendly manner that it'll be very long (at least another one year he reckons) before my application would be assessed. He then tells me this : "Oh hang on, you've actually been allocated a case officer a while back at the end of last year. Unlucky for you, the case officer has probably dropped your case since the government approved the new rule."
Me: "OMG really I was allocated a case officer? No i didnt say omg..are u crazy that would have been weird but u get my point
So yeah......I was allocated a case officer!! Damnit!
and then I asked if I was able to transfer my application to an Offshore application. And he replied " No, it is IMPOSSIBLE to do that. IMPOSSIBLE."
Me: "hmm...ok..guess I'm pretty much stuck here"
Chris: "yeah I'am afraid so. You could still go home for a little while though. Or you could try applying for a goverment sponsored or employer sponsored visa"
And I'm thinking.....if that was so easy, you'd think I still need to ask if I can transfer my application to an Offshore one?
jeez.
So much for not investing anymore emotions into this PR thing. Now I'm all worked up again.
Chee Cheong Fun? Hmm..Maybe Not
I made chee cheong fun! It certainly looks like it but sadly it doesn't quite taste like chee cheong fun (It's abit too thick, I know). It tastes more like kuey teow. Not smooth enough, my chee cheong fun. aiks. Oh well I'll just fry kuey teow with the remainder that I have.
Another one of those skilled dishes you can't just pick up. :(
Oh and I also made Soya Bean Drink! Quite awhile already now but It was good. I'm so proud of myself. Homemade soya bean weh!! Tastes like the ones you get from the coffee shop where they tell you..."tau jeung sui-jee kei poh ge".
I attempted to make tau fu fah too but it was..hmm....not smooth at all..
I think I'll try it again sometime soon.
Too free adi since I'm not getting shifts from Subway. sigh.
I need another job.
I hate job hunting.
Another one of those skilled dishes you can't just pick up. :(
Oh and I also made Soya Bean Drink! Quite awhile already now but It was good. I'm so proud of myself. Homemade soya bean weh!! Tastes like the ones you get from the coffee shop where they tell you..."tau jeung sui-jee kei poh ge".
I attempted to make tau fu fah too but it was..hmm....not smooth at all..
I think I'll try it again sometime soon.
Too free adi since I'm not getting shifts from Subway. sigh.
I need another job.
I hate job hunting.
A Cheesy story of Cheese Cookies
Even the title is cheesy.
This is long overdue (Sorry Mak Ros!).
I have to admit I forgot about them. I took the pictures but they never made it out of my camera. Now that I'm "clearing" my memory card they've finally escaped and they have a story to tell.
Apparently they were bored of being stuck in my camera so they fought. And apparently Teddy was the hero. Apparently.
You can see why I need a full time job. Because I get lamer and lamer each waking hour I'm not working.
This is long overdue (Sorry Mak Ros!).
I have to admit I forgot about them. I took the pictures but they never made it out of my camera. Now that I'm "clearing" my memory card they've finally escaped and they have a story to tell.
Apparently they were bored of being stuck in my camera so they fought. And apparently Teddy was the hero. Apparently.
You can see why I need a full time job. Because I get lamer and lamer each waking hour I'm not working.
Homesick
I miss home
so so much
Does happiness trump everything else?
If so, why am I still here,
Should I still be here?
Am I happy here? I don't know.
Right now, it's a no, I'm depressed here.
Sometimes this is the last place I want to be.
There are days it's so bad,
I just want to be alone.
No, I just want to be back home, my comfort zone.
It's too hard. I can't handle too hard.
I'm grown up, but not that grown up.
When your heart and head clashes,
which do you choose? Is there a right answer?
I'm so miserable right now.
I just want to be alone.
No, I just want to be back home, my comfort zone.
so so much
Does happiness trump everything else?
If so, why am I still here,
Should I still be here?
Am I happy here? I don't know.
Right now, it's a no, I'm depressed here.
Sometimes this is the last place I want to be.
There are days it's so bad,
I just want to be alone.
No, I just want to be back home, my comfort zone.
It's too hard. I can't handle too hard.
I'm grown up, but not that grown up.
When your heart and head clashes,
which do you choose? Is there a right answer?
I'm so miserable right now.
I just want to be alone.
No, I just want to be back home, my comfort zone.
Zee Avi
This girl is amazing!
And she's Malaysian!
I'm So proud!!
She's has an album out on iTunes and she's touring the US. Her song was also on Private Practice man! I mean...how cool is that?
And she's Malaysian!
I'm So proud!!
She's has an album out on iTunes and she's touring the US. Her song was also on Private Practice man! I mean...how cool is that?
Tall people at top of wages ladder?
Tall people earn higher wages than their vertically-challenged counterparts while being obese does not mean a slimmed-down pay packet, according to a new Australian study.
Researchers found a strong link between wages and height, particularly for men, with each additional 10 centimetres of height adding three per cent to hourly wages.
The "height premium" was two per cent per 10 centimetres for women, researchers from the University of Sydney and Canberra's Australian National University (ANU) found.
Excerpt of an article from The AGE
What? nooooo...damn it I knew I should have eaten those long beans!
Too bad the article didn't mention why it is that taller people do better than well...their "vertically-challenged" counterparts (jeez as if vertically-challenged sounds a whole lot better). I think it's because us shorties are intimidated by taller people. Maybe short people look down on themselves and have less self confidence. It's a feeling of not belonging, it's as if you don't ever fit into a group because you're short and everyone is...tall or...of average height. Society is LITERALLY looking down on us! I suppose many of us shorties feel like outcasts and maybe that's why we don't make ourselves heard! I think that many tall people feel that short people can't do what they do! (Hey the only thing we can't do is play basketball ok?)
It's discrimination! Heck I can do whatever you can do, sure I might not be tall enough to reach the top of that shelf or that file cabinet or whatever but give me a ladder and I'll reach it for goodness sake! no big deal....no reason to self-loathe and be ashamed!
You know what? I think that's it! The reason why I'm called a chilli-padi. Why some of us are fierce. It's because we want to prove to ourselves and the rest of the world we can do whatever you can do despite being "petite".
It's not easy being short, I'll tell you that.
Patience- the calm endurance of life
Our artist friend down on drummond street has a new phrase to share and it reads:
I suppose he's just trying to help all of us get through these troubled times by sharing some meaningful words. Seems to be working for me at the least. Patience, something I need to work on. hmm.
My confidence level is subsiding. I used to think that whatever you can do, I could do too. Isn't that what everyone says? Liars, all of you.
Turns out I can't do everything you do, or maybe I can, just not good enough.
Not good enough. I've lived with these words my entire life. Nothing ever seems good enough, even when you've given it your all. It's never good enough. This is when I start to doubt myself, and I often do, when I find out that whatever I've being doing is Not Good Enough. When will it ever be good enough?
The answer is never. Otherwise you'll never improve. Proving that I'm good enough is the fuel that keeps my confidence and motivation burning. But lately it seems that my car is running out of fuel and the petrol station isn't providing anymore. I'm now running empty.
Oh the feeling of uselessness. I hate it. I really do. I so envy successful people. Maybe they were good enough.
What does it feel like to be good enough? And when will I ever achieve Good Enough?
Patience- the calm endurance of life
I suppose he's just trying to help all of us get through these troubled times by sharing some meaningful words. Seems to be working for me at the least. Patience, something I need to work on. hmm.
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My confidence level is subsiding. I used to think that whatever you can do, I could do too. Isn't that what everyone says? Liars, all of you.
Turns out I can't do everything you do, or maybe I can, just not good enough.
Not good enough. I've lived with these words my entire life. Nothing ever seems good enough, even when you've given it your all. It's never good enough. This is when I start to doubt myself, and I often do, when I find out that whatever I've being doing is Not Good Enough. When will it ever be good enough?
The answer is never. Otherwise you'll never improve. Proving that I'm good enough is the fuel that keeps my confidence and motivation burning. But lately it seems that my car is running out of fuel and the petrol station isn't providing anymore. I'm now running empty.
Oh the feeling of uselessness. I hate it. I really do. I so envy successful people. Maybe they were good enough.
What does it feel like to be good enough? And when will I ever achieve Good Enough?
Forsaken by the wind, use your oars
On my way to safeway, I walked by the odd art gallery (if you would even call it that) and came across this phrase:
It was written on a small black board and displayed on the window. It's a message to me. I'm sure of it. That weird artist behind his weird gallery is telling me something. I just know it. Even his dog is telling something...
It's probably not a special phrase but I found myself thinking about it the whole night...I like this phrase a lot....and I have no idea why...
Forsaken by the wind, use you oars.
It was written on a small black board and displayed on the window. It's a message to me. I'm sure of it. That weird artist behind his weird gallery is telling me something. I just know it. Even his dog is telling something...
It's probably not a special phrase but I found myself thinking about it the whole night...I like this phrase a lot....and I have no idea why...
so random...i know. I don't usually have the habit of typing in tiny prints but hey everyone's doing it. So don't hate me if u need glasses after this.
Mount Dandenong on not-so-Good Friday
The weather man reported 24 degrees and a clear and sunny day. Apparently not. pfft. Stupid weather forecasts.
It was raining the way up Mt. Dandenong and sunny the way back. Pfft.
At least we visited the famous Pie in the Sky Pie shop in Olinda. To be honest, I think the pies there are slightly over-rated. The savoury pie we had was ok..a little more salt would have done the trick.
Thier steak pie.
My highlight of the day was actually the Sweet Apple and Raspberry Pie I had. The pastry was nice and buttery and not too crumbly too. Sweet!
It was too bad Miss Marples was packed with people, otherwise I would have had those heavenly scones I oh-so yearned for.....
Nevermind....next trip...next trip.....
This was good. A nice balance of sweet from the
apples and sour from the raspberry plus buttery
and crunchy goodness from the crust and creamy
foamy textures from the double cream.
Ahhh a piece of heaven!
Although it rained wherever we walked, we still managed to capture some good shots.
I was afraid of the bird. It pecks. eeks!
It was raining the way up Mt. Dandenong and sunny the way back. Pfft.
At least we visited the famous Pie in the Sky Pie shop in Olinda. To be honest, I think the pies there are slightly over-rated. The savoury pie we had was ok..a little more salt would have done the trick.
Thier steak pie. My highlight of the day was actually the Sweet Apple and Raspberry Pie I had. The pastry was nice and buttery and not too crumbly too. Sweet!
It was too bad Miss Marples was packed with people, otherwise I would have had those heavenly scones I oh-so yearned for.....
Nevermind....next trip...next trip.....
This was good. A nice balance of sweet from theapples and sour from the raspberry plus buttery
and crunchy goodness from the crust and creamy
foamy textures from the double cream.
Ahhh a piece of heaven!
Although it rained wherever we walked, we still managed to capture some good shots.
I was afraid of the bird. It pecks. eeks!
The Voice in My Head
Just thought I'd make an update. I had lots of thoughts these few days but I didn't really have the mood to write them down and now I've forgotten them. Oh well..
So..I've been watching vlogs uploaded by this girl Natalie, who has a channel on youtube called communitychannel. I think I've mentioned her on my blog before but anyway, the reason I'm talking about her videos is because I'm thinking of what to write on my blog in HER voice.
I'm not sure if it's just me or if this occurs to everyone, but the way I think, the way I form ideas in my head is by talking to myself, in my head. There's a voice that speaks in my head when I think, and for some people that "voice" might always sound the same, or it might sound like yourself, but for me, the strangest things happen.
I've been watching Natalie's vlogs for about half an hour maybe and as I'm typing this, HER voice is the one "speaking" to me, not my own. I realise that this happens, this change of voice/ voice in my head which is not my own happens to me quite frequently when I've watched or heard someone else speak for a considerable amount of time.
If I watched a British show and then stop to think about something, the voice in my head would take on a British accent and would sound like somebody's voice on that particular British show. If I were watching a Cantonese drama, I would think in Cantonese, with a "Hong-Kee" accent and so on and so forth.
I'm not sure If this is suppose to happen, like it's a natural thing that happens to everybody but I'm just...intrigue I suppose. Fascinated that I can think in a different accent but when I try to speak I just sound...normal..
So..I've been watching vlogs uploaded by this girl Natalie, who has a channel on youtube called communitychannel. I think I've mentioned her on my blog before but anyway, the reason I'm talking about her videos is because I'm thinking of what to write on my blog in HER voice.
I'm not sure if it's just me or if this occurs to everyone, but the way I think, the way I form ideas in my head is by talking to myself, in my head. There's a voice that speaks in my head when I think, and for some people that "voice" might always sound the same, or it might sound like yourself, but for me, the strangest things happen.
I've been watching Natalie's vlogs for about half an hour maybe and as I'm typing this, HER voice is the one "speaking" to me, not my own. I realise that this happens, this change of voice/ voice in my head which is not my own happens to me quite frequently when I've watched or heard someone else speak for a considerable amount of time.
If I watched a British show and then stop to think about something, the voice in my head would take on a British accent and would sound like somebody's voice on that particular British show. If I were watching a Cantonese drama, I would think in Cantonese, with a "Hong-Kee" accent and so on and so forth.
I'm not sure If this is suppose to happen, like it's a natural thing that happens to everybody but I'm just...intrigue I suppose. Fascinated that I can think in a different accent but when I try to speak I just sound...normal..
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Sometimes telemarketers can be annoying.
I read a youtube comment -this guy said what he usually does to get the telemarketers off his case is to ask the person on the phone out on a date.
Wonder if that works..hmm....should try that sometime
Mr. House-occupant: hello
Telemarketer : [Indian Accent] Hello sir, good afternoon, Ayam calling to tell you that you are eligible to buy air tickets at a discounted price. For just 170 dollars, you can fly anywhere around the world. Anywhere you like. You can also take you partner with you. OK?
Mr. House-Occupant: OK. Sounds good.
Telemarketer: OK. So you can bring your partner anywhere you like, for just 170 dollars. OK?
Mr. House-Occupant: Great. You have a very attractive voice. How about we go for dinner together? Just the two of us, dinner anywhere in the world, for just 170 dollars.. OK?
I read a youtube comment -this guy said what he usually does to get the telemarketers off his case is to ask the person on the phone out on a date.
Wonder if that works..hmm....should try that sometime
Mr. House-occupant: hello
Telemarketer : [Indian Accent] Hello sir, good afternoon, Ayam calling to tell you that you are eligible to buy air tickets at a discounted price. For just 170 dollars, you can fly anywhere around the world. Anywhere you like. You can also take you partner with you. OK?
Mr. House-Occupant: OK. Sounds good.
Telemarketer: OK. So you can bring your partner anywhere you like, for just 170 dollars. OK?
Mr. House-Occupant: Great. You have a very attractive voice. How about we go for dinner together? Just the two of us, dinner anywhere in the world, for just 170 dollars.. OK?
The Fray
20th March 2009. The Fray Live in Concert at the Palace theater.
I witnessed it. I was there- jumping, screaming, singing, dancing. I was high on The Fray.
A night I won't soon forget.
We started the night with dinner at dessert house, then went hunting for clean toilets and finally queuing for about 20 minutes to get into the theater. A bunch of really ignorant, inconsiderate people cut the queue and when told nicely that we were queuing first, all they said was "we don't care". Must be racist. If the guy didn't weigh 200 pounds and look scary I'd probably tell him to get lost.
Once in the theater, we found a good spot and stood there for about 4 hours. I did not leave my spot for 4 full hours. Kudos to me!
The concert started with 2 opening performances by Shelley Holden and Secondhand Serenade (yeah they rocked too!), then followed by the Fray (woo hoo!). There were some annoying people around me but the crowd was very civilized otherwise. On my left was this very very high pitched screamer and whistler whom I'm convinced shaved 1/4 of my left ear drum away and at the front was this Indian lady who swayed from left to right all night while I was recording. She just couldn't decide where to stand. So annoying. Thankfully she left about halfway through the concert and I had a clear view of the stage. Ah, very nice.
While I was watching and singing along with the band, my mind drifted off several times. I was thinking to myself, how lucky I am to be able to grab this spot and how lucky I am that this annoying lady left. Then I thought, how lucky I was to have found out that The Fray was performing in Melbourne by sheer coincidence.
The story goes like this, the song "You Found Me" was playing on the radio, I heard it, liked it very much and decided to download it. After hearing it for a few more times, I thought to myself, "hmm....wonder if they're touring to promote their new album at the moment". So I logged on to the ticketek website and searched for The Fray and wala! They're going to Melbourne! Wow was I lucky or what?
Anyway, while I was standing there, with the loud music blaring and the lights flashing on and off, I just smiled, thinking that this was my lucky day. I felt happy..for just those few moments. I didn't have to think about looking for a job, I didn't have to worry about my PR application. I was just...happy. Happy that I was lucky I got to see my favourite band play , right before my eyes, with no obstruction. The best thing of all was that I bought a good camera and the concert tickets with my hard-earned cash. Yeah nothing could top that!
I was so excited and filled with adrenaline that night that even after standing for 4 hours, I wasn't the least tired. I couldn't sleep the whole night. I went to bed at 4am in the morning and still couldn't fall asleep. Too bad I didn't sleep cause I would have liked to dream about the concert! LOL
They are truly great musicians. They sound even better live than in the studio. This is what real music should be like. One band, good vocals and no studio modification, spin disc crap. Music is best served Live.
Long live the FRAY!
I witnessed it. I was there- jumping, screaming, singing, dancing. I was high on The Fray.
A night I won't soon forget.
We started the night with dinner at dessert house, then went hunting for clean toilets and finally queuing for about 20 minutes to get into the theater. A bunch of really ignorant, inconsiderate people cut the queue and when told nicely that we were queuing first, all they said was "we don't care". Must be racist. If the guy didn't weigh 200 pounds and look scary I'd probably tell him to get lost.
Once in the theater, we found a good spot and stood there for about 4 hours. I did not leave my spot for 4 full hours. Kudos to me!
The concert started with 2 opening performances by Shelley Holden and Secondhand Serenade (yeah they rocked too!), then followed by the Fray (woo hoo!). There were some annoying people around me but the crowd was very civilized otherwise. On my left was this very very high pitched screamer and whistler whom I'm convinced shaved 1/4 of my left ear drum away and at the front was this Indian lady who swayed from left to right all night while I was recording. She just couldn't decide where to stand. So annoying. Thankfully she left about halfway through the concert and I had a clear view of the stage. Ah, very nice.
While I was watching and singing along with the band, my mind drifted off several times. I was thinking to myself, how lucky I am to be able to grab this spot and how lucky I am that this annoying lady left. Then I thought, how lucky I was to have found out that The Fray was performing in Melbourne by sheer coincidence.
The story goes like this, the song "You Found Me" was playing on the radio, I heard it, liked it very much and decided to download it. After hearing it for a few more times, I thought to myself, "hmm....wonder if they're touring to promote their new album at the moment". So I logged on to the ticketek website and searched for The Fray and wala! They're going to Melbourne! Wow was I lucky or what?
Anyway, while I was standing there, with the loud music blaring and the lights flashing on and off, I just smiled, thinking that this was my lucky day. I felt happy..for just those few moments. I didn't have to think about looking for a job, I didn't have to worry about my PR application. I was just...happy. Happy that I was lucky I got to see my favourite band play , right before my eyes, with no obstruction. The best thing of all was that I bought a good camera and the concert tickets with my hard-earned cash. Yeah nothing could top that!
I was so excited and filled with adrenaline that night that even after standing for 4 hours, I wasn't the least tired. I couldn't sleep the whole night. I went to bed at 4am in the morning and still couldn't fall asleep. Too bad I didn't sleep cause I would have liked to dream about the concert! LOL
They are truly great musicians. They sound even better live than in the studio. This is what real music should be like. One band, good vocals and no studio modification, spin disc crap. Music is best served Live.
Long live the FRAY!
The Worst Possible Scenario
What bad luck. hmm.
What a Paradox.
The government has decided to stop processing applications which do not fall under General Skilled Migration - State/Territory sponsored or those that do not fall under the Critical Skills Demands list. I fall under neither. So enough to say, I'm going to have to wait at least another 6 months to a year before my application will be touched. sigh. I've already been waiting for a year.
The bad thing is, with the economic crisis, companies are not recruiting, and even if they did, they would be less willing to employ people from irrelevant backgrounds (i.e: Me). What's more, I don't exactly have a PR.
I'm not the type of person who sits around the house and do nothing all day. I need to be doing something. I need to get out and do stuff! I'll die of boredom otherwise!
Thus, I'm now working two jobs (or will be working two jobs if I pass training).
I was looking forward to a new career, a new environment. I really was. Now all that is shattered. I won't lie, I'm worried.
I know I'm probably over-reacting and freaking myself out for no big reason. Sigh.
No PR = Probably no job / slim chance of getting a job.
No jobs (unemployment) = No PR
No jobs (unemployment) = No PR
What a Paradox.
The government has decided to stop processing applications which do not fall under General Skilled Migration - State/Territory sponsored or those that do not fall under the Critical Skills Demands list. I fall under neither. So enough to say, I'm going to have to wait at least another 6 months to a year before my application will be touched. sigh. I've already been waiting for a year.
The bad thing is, with the economic crisis, companies are not recruiting, and even if they did, they would be less willing to employ people from irrelevant backgrounds (i.e: Me). What's more, I don't exactly have a PR.
I'm not the type of person who sits around the house and do nothing all day. I need to be doing something. I need to get out and do stuff! I'll die of boredom otherwise!
Thus, I'm now working two jobs (or will be working two jobs if I pass training).
I was looking forward to a new career, a new environment. I really was. Now all that is shattered. I won't lie, I'm worried.
I know I'm probably over-reacting and freaking myself out for no big reason. Sigh.
Thou Shalt Love Thy Neighbour As Thyself
My neighbour has a new car.
A volkswagen Touareg. In Shadow Blue.
A volkswagen Touareg. In Shadow Blue.
at last count,
Vehicles parked: 6 cars
Carpark spaces: 1
*Thou shalt not hate thy brother in thine heart: thou shalt in any wise rebuke
[reason with] thy neighbour, and not suffer sin upon him.*
-- Leviticus 19: 17-18
Thou Shalt Love Thy Neighbour As Thyself.
Hmmm.......
Vehicles parked: 6 cars
Carpark spaces: 1
*Thou shalt not hate thy brother in thine heart: thou shalt in any wise rebuke
[reason with] thy neighbour, and not suffer sin upon him.*
-- Leviticus 19: 17-18
Thou Shalt Love Thy Neighbour As Thyself.
Hmmm.......
To hell with this
Malaysian Politics is getting more ridiculous by the day. This might offend some people but I'm going to say what I want to say.
The Barisan Government is formed by a couple of douchebags. Seriously. First Perak now Selangor? How many more dirty tricks do they have up thier sleeves? And even if you wanted to play dirty, couldn't you have done it in a less conspicuous way? Jeez. Bunch of Brainless maniacs. I 'beh tahan'.
I do not think that Elizabeth Wong (Bukit Lanjan assembly woman, Parti Keadilan Rakyat member) should resign. I think she should fight fight fight. She did not commit any crime at all. She has every right to privacy. It's hers and no one should rob her of that. So what if she wore a sarong to sleep (which btw wasn't even obscene)? She was in her own HOME for goodness sake. If she wanted to sleep naked in her own house, on her own bed, SHE HAS EVERY RIGHT TO DO SO. She was asleep when the photo was taken and it wasn't like she instructed the idiot ex-boyfriend of hers to snap photos of her while she slept! It's not like she was filming a porn movie!!
I quote, from Elizabeth Wong: "My personal life and privacy have been violated. And while the smear campaign is directed at me, I'm aware that the real objective is to discredit my party. I wish to state that I am not ashamed of my sexuality as a woman and as a single person. I have broken no law. I stand by the fundamental principle in a democracy that everyone has a right to privacy."
From the New Straits Times: "Is she the victim of naked politics, a vengeful boyfriend or her own folly? A woman defilled or a woman exploited? Is peeking through keyholes into the private lives of politicians going to become the norm? Do the people really care? Is Wong the one laid bare or is it Malaysian Politics that has been stripped naked? The consensus is that Malaysian Politics has become a huge game of distractions played by the people who are essentially all like each other. And many have expressed disgust over it all, saying that the focus should be more on the economy than on the salacious and the puerile...."
Ya Damn right she didn't do anything wrong and Damn right Malaysian Politics is disgusting. Even my spit is less disgusting, even the cockroach that read a book with me is less disgusting. She should SUE the hell out of that ex-boyfriend of hers. If anything, HE was at fault! HE was the one who commited the crime. HE expolited her privacy. How can anyone let the idiot turn the tables around and point the finger at her (Elizabeth Wong)? Now he's ran away to some other country. So my question is: If you didn't do anything wrong, why would you have to run away to another country? How much money is the government paying you do this?
What an Outrage. I'm on fire. I'm burning. I'm so pissed off just thinking about this injustice.
And the government thinks they'll gain more votes during the next election by pulling off tricks like these?
With the other issue of our Budget not being transparent enough, HA! It will NEVER be transparent enough, not unless you want to see how much money goes to the pockets of filthy politicians. And they still have the cheek to say that they'll MAKE it more transparent. Making it more transparent will just be the government creating more lies, trying to fool everyone.
Well, we're educated now. We're not THAT stupid. Who are you fooling!? Seriously.
The Barisan Government is formed by a couple of douchebags. Seriously. First Perak now Selangor? How many more dirty tricks do they have up thier sleeves? And even if you wanted to play dirty, couldn't you have done it in a less conspicuous way? Jeez. Bunch of Brainless maniacs. I 'beh tahan'.
I do not think that Elizabeth Wong (Bukit Lanjan assembly woman, Parti Keadilan Rakyat member) should resign. I think she should fight fight fight. She did not commit any crime at all. She has every right to privacy. It's hers and no one should rob her of that. So what if she wore a sarong to sleep (which btw wasn't even obscene)? She was in her own HOME for goodness sake. If she wanted to sleep naked in her own house, on her own bed, SHE HAS EVERY RIGHT TO DO SO. She was asleep when the photo was taken and it wasn't like she instructed the idiot ex-boyfriend of hers to snap photos of her while she slept! It's not like she was filming a porn movie!!
I quote, from Elizabeth Wong: "My personal life and privacy have been violated. And while the smear campaign is directed at me, I'm aware that the real objective is to discredit my party. I wish to state that I am not ashamed of my sexuality as a woman and as a single person. I have broken no law. I stand by the fundamental principle in a democracy that everyone has a right to privacy."
From the New Straits Times: "Is she the victim of naked politics, a vengeful boyfriend or her own folly? A woman defilled or a woman exploited? Is peeking through keyholes into the private lives of politicians going to become the norm? Do the people really care? Is Wong the one laid bare or is it Malaysian Politics that has been stripped naked? The consensus is that Malaysian Politics has become a huge game of distractions played by the people who are essentially all like each other. And many have expressed disgust over it all, saying that the focus should be more on the economy than on the salacious and the puerile...."
Ya Damn right she didn't do anything wrong and Damn right Malaysian Politics is disgusting. Even my spit is less disgusting, even the cockroach that read a book with me is less disgusting. She should SUE the hell out of that ex-boyfriend of hers. If anything, HE was at fault! HE was the one who commited the crime. HE expolited her privacy. How can anyone let the idiot turn the tables around and point the finger at her (Elizabeth Wong)? Now he's ran away to some other country. So my question is: If you didn't do anything wrong, why would you have to run away to another country? How much money is the government paying you do this?
What an Outrage. I'm on fire. I'm burning. I'm so pissed off just thinking about this injustice.
And the government thinks they'll gain more votes during the next election by pulling off tricks like these?
With the other issue of our Budget not being transparent enough, HA! It will NEVER be transparent enough, not unless you want to see how much money goes to the pockets of filthy politicians. And they still have the cheek to say that they'll MAKE it more transparent. Making it more transparent will just be the government creating more lies, trying to fool everyone.
Well, we're educated now. We're not THAT stupid. Who are you fooling!? Seriously.
Do cockroaches play dead?
I've been following a vlogger on youtube for awhile now. Her name is Natalie and she blogs about everyday things/silly stuff but she also includes skits in her videos which are really entertaining. She appeared on The Age about a week or 2 ago and was dubbed the "Queen of YouTube".
Anyway, whether or not you're familiar with this person, she's hilarious, and I found this video really funny. So I thought I'd share it with all.
I went out mamak with my parents last night, and I saw a cockroach running across the side of the road. I told my mum about the cockroach I saw and then that spurred a whole conversation about cockroaches.
I was talking about my phobia of cockroaches and how once a cockroach manage to sneak into my room and read my book WITH me *shivers* and how I ran up and down the house in search of somesort of a spray but only found an empty bottle and how i ended up spraying the thing with my deodarant and how it finally died in front of my parent's room and my dad stepped on it the next morning.
wooh. Horrible english btw. I hate cockroaches. They make me speak horrible english.
Does anyone wonder why cockroaches turn upside down when you attack them with Bygon or some other spray? You go like psssssssssss pssssssssss then they turn upside down and die automatically. Why do they do that? Do they play dead?
Huh? Even puppets get judged for losing weight now? Has the situation gotten THAT bad? Puppets want to lose weight too?
Maybe they go for "cottonsuction" rather than liposuction.
Miss Piggy was in hog heaven, sitting with the ladies of The View on Thursday to discuss her new book, The Diva Code: Miss Piggy on Life, Love, and the 10,000 Idiotic Things (Men) Frogs Do.
The program also showed a clip of the porcine star's 1996 performance singing "Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend," which revealed a plumper Miss Piggy than the one sitting at the View table.
Check out the photo of Miss Piggy 13 years ago on The Tonight Show with Jay Leno (left) compared to the photo of her Thursday on The View (right).
-People Magazine-
Anyway, whether or not you're familiar with this person, she's hilarious, and I found this video really funny. So I thought I'd share it with all.
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I went out mamak with my parents last night, and I saw a cockroach running across the side of the road. I told my mum about the cockroach I saw and then that spurred a whole conversation about cockroaches.
I was talking about my phobia of cockroaches and how once a cockroach manage to sneak into my room and read my book WITH me *shivers* and how I ran up and down the house in search of somesort of a spray but only found an empty bottle and how i ended up spraying the thing with my deodarant and how it finally died in front of my parent's room and my dad stepped on it the next morning.
wooh. Horrible english btw. I hate cockroaches. They make me speak horrible english.
Does anyone wonder why cockroaches turn upside down when you attack them with Bygon or some other spray? You go like psssssssssss pssssssssss then they turn upside down and die automatically. Why do they do that? Do they play dead?
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Huh? Even puppets get judged for losing weight now? Has the situation gotten THAT bad? Puppets want to lose weight too?
Maybe they go for "cottonsuction" rather than liposuction.
Has Miss Piggy Lost Weight?
Originally posted Friday February 13, 2009 01:00 PM EST
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The program also showed a clip of the porcine star's 1996 performance singing "Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend," which revealed a plumper Miss Piggy than the one sitting at the View table.
Check out the photo of Miss Piggy 13 years ago on The Tonight Show with Jay Leno (left) compared to the photo of her Thursday on The View (right).
-People Magazine-
Bye bye Kumon
I'm leaving Kumon tomorrow. Although it's only been 2 months, it feels alot longer than that. For some strange reason, thinking about my last day of work made me pull a heart string.
It's not so much the working that I'll miss but more of the students I taught.
Saying bye bye to some students today and telling them that they won't be seeing me for ' a long long time' made me realise how much I'll miss them. I think many of them enjoyed having me as their teacher and it's just sad to say bye bye to them.
Oh wells. Life's life an there's other kids to meet and other jobs to do i guess.
It's not so much the working that I'll miss but more of the students I taught.
Saying bye bye to some students today and telling them that they won't be seeing me for ' a long long time' made me realise how much I'll miss them. I think many of them enjoyed having me as their teacher and it's just sad to say bye bye to them.
Oh wells. Life's life an there's other kids to meet and other jobs to do i guess.
What makes me tick
I won't say hate, because it's too harsh a word and i'm too nice a person. I'll just say that I dislike my neighbour and I hope he'll move out.
With the amount of money he makes, I see no reason why he still needs to rent a terrace house. If he'd like to rent a house, why not choose somewhere more expensive? It's not that I oppose of filthy rich people living next door( and yes i think he's filthy rich because I'm sure he's money is filthy..as in dirty..you know what i mean), but I see no reason why he can't a) buy a house of his own and b) rent a bigger house when he has 5 cars and 3 motorcycles. The house can only fit ONE car, and so the remaining 4 cars has to be parked outside, in front of my house. And all his cars are black and big (i.e 1 Alphard, 1 BMW X5, 1 Kia carnival, 1 BMW 3 series, 1 Honda sporty sth sth). HE lives alone FGS!!
It's the Chinese New Year and the first thing I see when I look out tof he house is his 4 BLACK cars. What an auspicious year it'll be for me!! Jeez.
finally able to get one guilt free!! Weee
And I'm going to see The Fray live!! So excited!!! Weeee
Can't wait to see Denise's and Ping's new crib (haha crib...i used the word crib...even tho i'm not cool enough to use the word crib...lol..i'm laughing at myself now...ok this is stupid)
I'm going out shopping with Daryl in about an hour.....ooo....ooo....
With the amount of money he makes, I see no reason why he still needs to rent a terrace house. If he'd like to rent a house, why not choose somewhere more expensive? It's not that I oppose of filthy rich people living next door( and yes i think he's filthy rich because I'm sure he's money is filthy..as in dirty..you know what i mean), but I see no reason why he can't a) buy a house of his own and b) rent a bigger house when he has 5 cars and 3 motorcycles. The house can only fit ONE car, and so the remaining 4 cars has to be parked outside, in front of my house. And all his cars are black and big (i.e 1 Alphard, 1 BMW X5, 1 Kia carnival, 1 BMW 3 series, 1 Honda sporty sth sth). HE lives alone FGS!!
It's the Chinese New Year and the first thing I see when I look out tof he house is his 4 BLACK cars. What an auspicious year it'll be for me!! Jeez.
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I bought a new camera!! wee...with my hard earned money...though very little and the camera very cheap..but still!! Have been longing for a new camera for awhile now..finally able to get one guilt free!! Weee
And I'm going to see The Fray live!! So excited!!! Weeee
Can't wait to see Denise's and Ping's new crib (haha crib...i used the word crib...even tho i'm not cool enough to use the word crib...lol..i'm laughing at myself now...ok this is stupid)
I'm going out shopping with Daryl in about an hour.....ooo....ooo....
Happy New Year!!!
Happy New Year everyone!
Although this year is going to be a tough one for most of us graduates, let's still hope it'll bring us richness and prosperity..and lots of luck too!!
I wish all of you Gong Xi Fa Cai, Bu Bu Gao Shen and Nian Nian You Yu!!
If you're not chinese ed, then er....here's the translation:
Gong Xi Fa Cai - Congratulations on earning lots of money?
Bu Bu Gao Shen - May you rise higher with every step you take.
Nian Nian You Yu - May you have prosperity and money every year.
A visit to Grandma's used to be like a visit to the aquarium or a visit to a park. There was ample space for the few kids and cousins to run around and we always got to feed the fishes my grandfather adored. Since Grandpa went to a better place, the front porch is not what it is used to be anymore. The neighbour built a wall to separate that big space we ran around in and Grandpa's beloved fishes decided to go with him too. Now the front porch is nothing but a space occupied with a few trees, several broken aquariums and Grandma's little vegetable garden.
When I was alot younger, all I could think of doing was running around the house and feeding the fishes. Now that that it no longer possible, I've started to take notice of other things in the house. Grandma, being the "teochew nang" she is, never throws away stuff that are still in working condition- she even washes and reuses dirty plastic bags! So, one can imagine all the old junk she has lying around her house. Some of these things are so old you'd think they'll fall into pieces in seconds but yet suprisingly they still work!
This is Grandma's really old hairdryer. My mum and her siblings gave it to her as a birthday present over 40 years ago. It's useless as a hairdryer and as heavy as a gun bit it still works!!
Left: A really really old and rusty fan that also still works.
Right: Grandma's kitchen zinc roof. And if u look hard enough you'll spot a hook that looks like what whole pig legs hang from.
There's still kerosene lamps hanging around?
A fan with 12 speeds?!? A fan that possibly suvived WWII has 12 speeds?!? Beats any remote controlled fan I have!
When I was alot younger, all I could think of doing was running around the house and feeding the fishes. Now that that it no longer possible, I've started to take notice of other things in the house. Grandma, being the "teochew nang" she is, never throws away stuff that are still in working condition- she even washes and reuses dirty plastic bags! So, one can imagine all the old junk she has lying around her house. Some of these things are so old you'd think they'll fall into pieces in seconds but yet suprisingly they still work!
This is Grandma's really old hairdryer. My mum and her siblings gave it to her as a birthday present over 40 years ago. It's useless as a hairdryer and as heavy as a gun bit it still works!!
Left: A really really old and rusty fan that also still works.
Right: Grandma's kitchen zinc roof. And if u look hard enough you'll spot a hook that looks like what whole pig legs hang from.
There's still kerosene lamps hanging around?
A fan with 12 speeds?!? A fan that possibly suvived WWII has 12 speeds?!? Beats any remote controlled fan I have!
