Thursday, March 27, 2008
But I'll watch you go.
I'm finally going to give my beloved pretty phone a rest. It sure gave me alot of problems but still, if I could, I would give it a proper burial. What can I say, I'm such a sentimental slob.
Goodbye :(
Monday, March 24, 2008
Burning bridges.
I'm good at burning bridges. Excellent, in fact.
I spent my Good Friday eating and eating with my parents; the famous Yong Chun lor mee at Amoy Street and the laksa in the Bugis area (: I really do love my parents very much and oh my grandma too. I took a stroll with her yesterday at Sembawang Park and with her hand in mine, I felt loved. I know, I am an extremely lucky girl --grins- (Note to dj: my ahmah's grasp is stronger and firmer than yours lah! Tsktsk.)
The very pretty and quaint Amoy Street.
There was a never-ending queue for this!
I've a soft spot for such shophouses.
A never-ending queue for this too; but this was really yummylicious :D
--
Met up with VAN just the other day for dinner at Hotpot Cultures and we thought the amount of food we had was amazing, until we saw what the others had...
--
This is proving to be an impossible year for us ): hello, I miss you.
--
Coming right up, a dedication to a girl whose eyes seemed permanently lined. BRUDDER are you excited :D
GEN
Gen I miss you ): have you got my letter!
Thursday, March 20, 2008
All the windows,Swear to miss you.It's nice to daydream now and then I guess; to feel all warm, happy and snug before reality shatters it all. It's time to take no for an answer I supposed and continue to be the unhappy, easily irritated, angry person that I've always been. Really, nothing has changed yet nothing is the same.
Be still, my heart.
--
and I'll say... I missed it I missed it and you'll call then I'll stay
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Vroom-vroom.I do not like my driving instructor. I do not like my driving instructor. I do not like my driving instructor. I do not like my driving instructor. I do not like my driving instructor. I do not like my driving instructor. I do not like my driving instructor. I do not like my driving instructor. I do not like my driving instructor. I do not like my driving instructor. I do not like my driving instructor. I do not like my driving instructor. I do not like my driving instructor. I do not like my driving instructor. I do not like my driving instructor. I do not like my driving instructor. I do not like my driving instructor. I do not like my driving instructor.
He has patience the size of a peanut and he needs anger management classes. Just a few more months (and maybe 10 lessons) before I bid adieu to him. Cant wait.
--
GENHahahaha yes yes I remember me telling you the story! I really do think I'll remember her forever you know.
YANYAN._. I call you sheumling from now on lah, yan ling is too much for me to handle too. Okay brudder?
Thursday, March 13, 2008
1 + 1 = 11I was at Daiso after a fabulous lunch date today and was looking around when I spotted the animal biscuits and I immediately thought of my form teacher, let's call her Mrs S, I had in Primary 1. I cant exactly say that she's a terror but she's just not... pleasant.
Okay back to the biscuits; Mrs S used to keep this packet of lao hong (soggy?) coconut biscuits she had bought from Thailand in the conspicuous metal cupboard at the back of the classroom and she would reward anyone who scored full marks for Mental Sums with those. Maybe she didnt know that they had spolit but we all had to eat them once she offered anyway.
Now, Mrs S also loved her husband very much and so one day Mr S just had an operation and was recuperating at home. Being the worried wife that she was, she made me go to the Staff Room to call Mr S to ask him how he was. I was really quite rattled because English was still pretty much a foreign language to me then and having to talk to an adult male in English was just nerve-wrecking. Needless to say, I hung up on his 'hello?'.
After making me her class monitor, I had to help her pick curry leaves from the Science Eco-Garden for her dinner, answer to Pauline (from Por + Ling, minus the Wan) because Wan Ling was too much for her to handle and so much more. This entry will be extremely long if I dont stop here.
I guess I'll forever remember Mrs S for the things she did to me left quite a lasting impression. But I just dont understand how could she have done all those as a teacher. I do admire and respect teachers very much for I think teaching isnt merely just a profession to them most of the time. It takes something more than passion to truly want to help the students like a subject in order to pull their grades up and to stand in front of a class and repeat whatever they were supposed to teach 5 times a day.
Real teachers care eh?
--
GENHello dear, I hope you're feeling much better now! You can laugh at Mrs S. You know you've a friend in me yeah (: LOVE!
THIAHello hello, you've done well yourself too, better than me aye! Congrats congrats :D
QIUHahaha I had alot of fun talking to you online today, I hope I didnt keep you from your studies or anything! Work hard okay, soon you'll be far far ahead of all the looming deadlines! Love!
Saturday, March 08, 2008
Liar liar, pants on fireI was just thinking today (I've plenty of time to use that little brain of mine these days) that actually I do not know myself very well. I just realised that I've no particular interst in any field, nor do I have the passion to want to study something badly --shrugs- though I've already quite made up my mind what I'll like to take up when I enter University.
Speaking of which, yes I qualify for Uni. Congratulate me please for I'm one year late. But nevertheless I'm thankful for my grades even if they're somewhere in the middle, neither superbly good nor downright bad. Just nice I guess.
These aside, I also realised that I do not have many friends. Acquaintances I have many, but friends who matter enough to be termed 'friends' and to be kept close to my heart, I can count them on my fingers. So, am I supposed to be a sad person? Or should I be considered odd because I happen to like this arrangement very much?
Oh well.
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Work is really quite enjoyable these days, I do not just sit there and key in numbers and do brainless things like thumbing through stacks and stacks of invoices to make sure that they are chopped and signed before arranging them in a chronological order. That short stint was enough to make me swear off data entry jobs altogether. I guess I enjoy work now because I'm able to derive satisfaction from what I do. At the end of the day, the materials I've prepared may be able to help close deals or the calls I make can actually make someone else's day. I supposed it's the amount of faith and trust Mrs Toh has in me, it's humbling really. She leaves me to my own devices half the time, giving me the room to explore different avenues to get the tasks done in the best way, albeit my way (:
And oh did I mention that my office is right smack in the middle of pretty restored shophouses? It's a plus plus point to head to work too!
This makes me smile aye (:
It came from a packet of baby's biscuits that I was eating :D
MEL FU
Hahahah yeah dont worry you'll be fine aye :D See you Friday!
Thursday, March 27, 2008
But I'll watch you go.
I'm finally going to give my beloved pretty phone a rest. It sure gave me alot of problems but still, if I could, I would give it a proper burial. What can I say, I'm such a sentimental slob.
Goodbye :(
Monday, March 24, 2008
Burning bridges.
I'm good at burning bridges. Excellent, in fact.
I spent my Good Friday eating and eating with my parents; the famous Yong Chun lor mee at Amoy Street and the laksa in the Bugis area (: I really do love my parents very much and oh my grandma too. I took a stroll with her yesterday at Sembawang Park and with her hand in mine, I felt loved. I know, I am an extremely lucky girl --grins- (Note to dj: my ahmah's grasp is stronger and firmer than yours lah! Tsktsk.)
The very pretty and quaint Amoy Street.
There was a never-ending queue for this!
I've a soft spot for such shophouses.
A never-ending queue for this too; but this was really yummylicious :D
--
Met up with VAN just the other day for dinner at Hotpot Cultures and we thought the amount of food we had was amazing, until we saw what the others had...
--
This is proving to be an impossible year for us ): hello, I miss you.
--
Coming right up, a dedication to a girl whose eyes seemed permanently lined. BRUDDER are you excited :D
GEN
Gen I miss you ): have you got my letter!
Thursday, March 20, 2008
All the windows,Swear to miss you.It's nice to daydream now and then I guess; to feel all warm, happy and snug before reality shatters it all. It's time to take no for an answer I supposed and continue to be the unhappy, easily irritated, angry person that I've always been. Really, nothing has changed yet nothing is the same.
Be still, my heart.
--
and I'll say... I missed it I missed it and you'll call then I'll stay
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Vroom-vroom.I do not like my driving instructor. I do not like my driving instructor. I do not like my driving instructor. I do not like my driving instructor. I do not like my driving instructor. I do not like my driving instructor. I do not like my driving instructor. I do not like my driving instructor. I do not like my driving instructor. I do not like my driving instructor. I do not like my driving instructor. I do not like my driving instructor. I do not like my driving instructor. I do not like my driving instructor. I do not like my driving instructor. I do not like my driving instructor. I do not like my driving instructor. I do not like my driving instructor.
He has patience the size of a peanut and he needs anger management classes. Just a few more months (and maybe 10 lessons) before I bid adieu to him. Cant wait.
--
GENHahahaha yes yes I remember me telling you the story! I really do think I'll remember her forever you know.
YANYAN._. I call you sheumling from now on lah, yan ling is too much for me to handle too. Okay brudder?
Thursday, March 13, 2008
1 + 1 = 11I was at Daiso after a fabulous lunch date today and was looking around when I spotted the animal biscuits and I immediately thought of my form teacher, let's call her Mrs S, I had in Primary 1. I cant exactly say that she's a terror but she's just not... pleasant.
Okay back to the biscuits; Mrs S used to keep this packet of lao hong (soggy?) coconut biscuits she had bought from Thailand in the conspicuous metal cupboard at the back of the classroom and she would reward anyone who scored full marks for Mental Sums with those. Maybe she didnt know that they had spolit but we all had to eat them once she offered anyway.
Now, Mrs S also loved her husband very much and so one day Mr S just had an operation and was recuperating at home. Being the worried wife that she was, she made me go to the Staff Room to call Mr S to ask him how he was. I was really quite rattled because English was still pretty much a foreign language to me then and having to talk to an adult male in English was just nerve-wrecking. Needless to say, I hung up on his 'hello?'.
After making me her class monitor, I had to help her pick curry leaves from the Science Eco-Garden for her dinner, answer to Pauline (from Por + Ling, minus the Wan) because Wan Ling was too much for her to handle and so much more. This entry will be extremely long if I dont stop here.
I guess I'll forever remember Mrs S for the things she did to me left quite a lasting impression. But I just dont understand how could she have done all those as a teacher. I do admire and respect teachers very much for I think teaching isnt merely just a profession to them most of the time. It takes something more than passion to truly want to help the students like a subject in order to pull their grades up and to stand in front of a class and repeat whatever they were supposed to teach 5 times a day.
Real teachers care eh?
--
GENHello dear, I hope you're feeling much better now! You can laugh at Mrs S. You know you've a friend in me yeah (: LOVE!
THIAHello hello, you've done well yourself too, better than me aye! Congrats congrats :D
QIUHahaha I had alot of fun talking to you online today, I hope I didnt keep you from your studies or anything! Work hard okay, soon you'll be far far ahead of all the looming deadlines! Love!
Saturday, March 08, 2008
Liar liar, pants on fireI was just thinking today (I've plenty of time to use that little brain of mine these days) that actually I do not know myself very well. I just realised that I've no particular interst in any field, nor do I have the passion to want to study something badly --shrugs- though I've already quite made up my mind what I'll like to take up when I enter University.
Speaking of which, yes I qualify for Uni. Congratulate me please for I'm one year late. But nevertheless I'm thankful for my grades even if they're somewhere in the middle, neither superbly good nor downright bad. Just nice I guess.
These aside, I also realised that I do not have many friends. Acquaintances I have many, but friends who matter enough to be termed 'friends' and to be kept close to my heart, I can count them on my fingers. So, am I supposed to be a sad person? Or should I be considered odd because I happen to like this arrangement very much?
Oh well.
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Work is really quite enjoyable these days, I do not just sit there and key in numbers and do brainless things like thumbing through stacks and stacks of invoices to make sure that they are chopped and signed before arranging them in a chronological order. That short stint was enough to make me swear off data entry jobs altogether. I guess I enjoy work now because I'm able to derive satisfaction from what I do. At the end of the day, the materials I've prepared may be able to help close deals or the calls I make can actually make someone else's day. I supposed it's the amount of faith and trust Mrs Toh has in me, it's humbling really. She leaves me to my own devices half the time, giving me the room to explore different avenues to get the tasks done in the best way, albeit my way (:
And oh did I mention that my office is right smack in the middle of pretty restored shophouses? It's a plus plus point to head to work too!
This makes me smile aye (:
It came from a packet of baby's biscuits that I was eating :D
MEL FU
Hahahah yeah dont worry you'll be fine aye :D See you Friday!
