Left work at 6.30pm which is an hour later than my official knock-off-from-work time.
Just because of the purely stupid reason of hanging around and waiting for the other temp girls to finish up their work. Big waste of my time. Wanted so much to just stalk off (after all, we're not so close as to wait for each other to finish up) but for fear of being seen as "unappreciative" or just "plain weird" or worse, "too quiet" I decided to stay and calculate 10% turnover growth. Bleah.
Normal girls like to go to the toilet in pairs, threes, or one big group. They like to hang around and wait for each other when it is an absolute waste of time. I am not a normal girl. I like to be independent. I like to go home myself and enjoy some solitude. I don't see the point of going to the toilet as a big group just to go there and gossip/bitch/talk. I just feel I can't be myself with the other temp staff there. Feels very suppressed, constricted and suffocating.
They keep talking about their own stuff and they've been there for months while I'm only there for 2 weeks so can you blame me if I don't manage to follow their conversation? And then I feel like I have to live up to the standard that the girl before me has set because everyone seems to be very chummy and buddy with her and impressed with her capability. They speak of her like she's some kind of legend. Everything which I am not, of course.
And then there's the office politics/gossip/bitching/back-stabbing/double standards/hypocritism which I think is just plain STUPID. I don't want to get involved since now I am very neutral towards the upper management even though I've been hearing alot of bad things about their inflexibility and such. I am planning to stay on in this job for another month or so just to earn enough to raise my bank account balance and them I'm going to run away from that place. I hope I don't have to face any occasion where I have to deal with the upper management.
Today I was working with the letter machine, which is actually very interesting. The machine sorts, folds and seals your letters for you. So cool huh? Heh heh.
My mother's thinking of going to Bintan for a holiday in June. Haha. So Bintan in April, Cruise in May, and Bintan again in June?
Think I've been ranting too much about work. Apologies. I'm so glad the weekend's here! TGIF. :)
I haven't gotten any letter from NTU and I think they probably won't want somebody like me in their Mass Comm course and no news from NUS too. So how. If I can't get into any local universities I don't exactly have much options left. Gotta wait another year if I want to apply for poly. What a waste of time. Freak lah.
Just because of the purely stupid reason of hanging around and waiting for the other temp girls to finish up their work. Big waste of my time. Wanted so much to just stalk off (after all, we're not so close as to wait for each other to finish up) but for fear of being seen as "unappreciative" or just "plain weird" or worse, "too quiet" I decided to stay and calculate 10% turnover growth. Bleah.
Normal girls like to go to the toilet in pairs, threes, or one big group. They like to hang around and wait for each other when it is an absolute waste of time. I am not a normal girl. I like to be independent. I like to go home myself and enjoy some solitude. I don't see the point of going to the toilet as a big group just to go there and gossip/bitch/talk. I just feel I can't be myself with the other temp staff there. Feels very suppressed, constricted and suffocating.
They keep talking about their own stuff and they've been there for months while I'm only there for 2 weeks so can you blame me if I don't manage to follow their conversation? And then I feel like I have to live up to the standard that the girl before me has set because everyone seems to be very chummy and buddy with her and impressed with her capability. They speak of her like she's some kind of legend. Everything which I am not, of course.
And then there's the office politics/gossip/bitching/back-stabbing/double standards/hypocritism which I think is just plain STUPID. I don't want to get involved since now I am very neutral towards the upper management even though I've been hearing alot of bad things about their inflexibility and such. I am planning to stay on in this job for another month or so just to earn enough to raise my bank account balance and them I'm going to run away from that place. I hope I don't have to face any occasion where I have to deal with the upper management.
Today I was working with the letter machine, which is actually very interesting. The machine sorts, folds and seals your letters for you. So cool huh? Heh heh.
My mother's thinking of going to Bintan for a holiday in June. Haha. So Bintan in April, Cruise in May, and Bintan again in June?
Think I've been ranting too much about work. Apologies. I'm so glad the weekend's here! TGIF. :)
I haven't gotten any letter from NTU and I think they probably won't want somebody like me in their Mass Comm course and no news from NUS too. So how. If I can't get into any local universities I don't exactly have much options left. Gotta wait another year if I want to apply for poly. What a waste of time. Freak lah.
What work ethics?
As far as I'm concerned, I'm working now purely for the money and I'm paid $X to work from 8.45am to 5.30pm. No more, no less. I am not so... dilligent as to put in long hours to come freaking bright and early and stay over time when I've finished all my work in the first place. Like the other perm staff. Like the other temps. Whatever for? My loyalty to the company is only this much.
The only thing that's keeping me from running out of the office at 5.30pm sharp are the other temp staff, who love to dwindle and linger around till 6pm. Ugh.
I don't want to be seen as a person with bad work attitude. But honestly! Why should I give up more for what I'm being paid? If I still have undone work, then fine. I'll stay longer. But I've finished all that I'm supposed to do and even found time to doze off to lalaland in between.
The doc says my rashes are pimples.
But it's not pimples initially, it was rashes! After I kept picking and scratching it somehow became pimples.
Very nice and blurred, huh. :)
As far as I'm concerned, I'm working now purely for the money and I'm paid $X to work from 8.45am to 5.30pm. No more, no less. I am not so... dilligent as to put in long hours to come freaking bright and early and stay over time when I've finished all my work in the first place. Like the other perm staff. Like the other temps. Whatever for? My loyalty to the company is only this much.
The only thing that's keeping me from running out of the office at 5.30pm sharp are the other temp staff, who love to dwindle and linger around till 6pm. Ugh.
I don't want to be seen as a person with bad work attitude. But honestly! Why should I give up more for what I'm being paid? If I still have undone work, then fine. I'll stay longer. But I've finished all that I'm supposed to do and even found time to doze off to lalaland in between.
The doc says my rashes are pimples.
But it's not pimples initially, it was rashes! After I kept picking and scratching it somehow became pimples.
Very nice and blurred, huh. :)
Still itching. :(
Probably will go see the doctor if it doesn't subside by... the end of this week?
So today's my little sister's birthday but we didn't celebrate it at home because she has already celebrated it in school with all her classmates and friends and a big 3kg Powerpuff Girls birthday cake. Too bad I didn't get to eat any birthday cake and didn't get to sing a birthday song in that ridiculously horrible voice of mine. And to see 6 candles on the cake.
Wah 6 candles means I have been living with the brat for 6 years. What an achievement.
Can you blame me for having screwed up priorities.
I need more work clothes. Somebody donate? I'm left broke, cashless, bleeding high and dry, and I have a mountain of bad debts coming up. $30 is all I have to my name now. :(
Probably will go see the doctor if it doesn't subside by... the end of this week?
So today's my little sister's birthday but we didn't celebrate it at home because she has already celebrated it in school with all her classmates and friends and a big 3kg Powerpuff Girls birthday cake. Too bad I didn't get to eat any birthday cake and didn't get to sing a birthday song in that ridiculously horrible voice of mine. And to see 6 candles on the cake.
Wah 6 candles means I have been living with the brat for 6 years. What an achievement.
Can you blame me for having screwed up priorities.
I need more work clothes. Somebody donate? I'm left broke, cashless, bleeding high and dry, and I have a mountain of bad debts coming up. $30 is all I have to my name now. :(
Breaking out into rashes. Itching like crazy. But my mom slathered some calamine lotion on me and it's lots better now.
I hope I'm not allergic to food, like red wine or something.
St. Nicks sports day last Saturday! BLUE house won again. Heh heh. Didn't go back but I still ♥ the school mightily.
Hope the itching and the rashes disappear by tomorrow so I don't have to forfeit that fifty bucks.
Good night world.
I hope I'm not allergic to food, like red wine or something.
St. Nicks sports day last Saturday! BLUE house won again. Heh heh. Didn't go back but I still ♥ the school mightily.
Hope the itching and the rashes disappear by tomorrow so I don't have to forfeit that fifty bucks.
Good night world.
Ah haha!
I've found out that I'm a bad drinker because I turn as red as a tomato after half a glass of red wine. Red, but not drunk.
All in all, it was a good day. Just ate alot and didn't really exercise this week.
Our presents for the Saint were rather gross (probably the understatement of the year) but no one else thinks ofdisgusting creative present ideas like we do so we're one-of-a-kind. :) Hahaha. It's really great that we're all so comfortable around each other!
And I'm inspired by the Saint's nice hair! I need a haircut. Haircut haircut haircut haircut haircut.
Been busy with nothing much, really.
That statement is such a paradox.
Oh and the other bday celebration went just fine. Just missing a spark somewhere.
Ayeee gotta go to work tomorrow in the hot scorching morning sun. :(
I've found out that I'm a bad drinker because I turn as red as a tomato after half a glass of red wine. Red, but not drunk.
All in all, it was a good day. Just ate alot and didn't really exercise this week.
Our presents for the Saint were rather gross (probably the understatement of the year) but no one else thinks of
And I'm inspired by the Saint's nice hair! I need a haircut. Haircut haircut haircut haircut haircut.
Been busy with nothing much, really.
That statement is such a paradox.
Oh and the other bday celebration went just fine. Just missing a spark somewhere.
Ayeee gotta go to work tomorrow in the hot scorching morning sun. :(
I've discovered a new place to sleep en route to work in the mornings.
Besides standing and sleeping on the train if there's no seat (because all the kiasu residents take a train to Punggol so they can occupy all the empty seats before the train gets here), you can sleep while riding on the escalator. You just need to have good estimation skills so that you can get off the escalator without tripping and falling flat on your nose.
Then you wander around blurry-eyed (it helps if you have naturally small eyes) and then other people might even think that you can multi-task by sleeping and walking at the same time.
If you are sleep deprived and can't find any opportunities to catch two winks, you can try it. Hahaha. ;)
Besides standing and sleeping on the train if there's no seat (because all the kiasu residents take a train to Punggol so they can occupy all the empty seats before the train gets here), you can sleep while riding on the escalator. You just need to have good estimation skills so that you can get off the escalator without tripping and falling flat on your nose.
Then you wander around blurry-eyed (it helps if you have naturally small eyes) and then other people might even think that you can multi-task by sleeping and walking at the same time.
If you are sleep deprived and can't find any opportunities to catch two winks, you can try it. Hahaha. ;)
Very very hot, sticky, humid.
I keep perspiring, even in the office. Where there's air-con.
Or maybe I'm just breaking out in cold sweat.
Er, I am supposed to have received a letter from NUS/NTU? Or maybe they'll only send letters to people with exceptionally good results?
No paper cuts today, thankfully. Just a lot of talking to people in the corporate world and acting busy.
I've decided this before, and I shall say it again. I hope I don't land myself in a job in the boring corporate world, especially in places like Raffles Place and riding elevators up to the nth level. Everyone's so busy they don't even have time to take phone calls.
I keep perspiring, even in the office. Where there's air-con.
Or maybe I'm just breaking out in cold sweat.
Er, I am supposed to have received a letter from NUS/NTU? Or maybe they'll only send letters to people with exceptionally good results?
No paper cuts today, thankfully. Just a lot of talking to people in the corporate world and acting busy.
I've decided this before, and I shall say it again. I hope I don't land myself in a job in the boring corporate world, especially in places like Raffles Place and riding elevators up to the nth level. Everyone's so busy they don't even have time to take phone calls.
Typical Girly-Whining
Dear Fats,
I like you and all, since you keep me warm in air-conditioned areas, but recently I've noticed an overwhelming number of the Fats family congregating around my tummy and thighs and lower body, and contributing to the flabby-ness of my already flabby body. On the train today, while I was wobbling and trying to regain my balance, I noticed that you Fats were obstructing my view of my feet. So dear Fats, I am putting in a special request for you to move out of my body slowly. I'm sure you can find a better home to live in.
I will help you move out, worry not. I'll make a conscious effort to exercise and not eat so much. I will cut down on my intake of food! I will eat alot of veggies and less rice. Then I can be like all the slim ladies that I see every morning, instead of having a pot belly or a tummy that resembles a 3-month pregnant lady.
Thank you Fats, for your time.
Yours truly, Si Yi
Dear Fats,
I like you and all, since you keep me warm in air-conditioned areas, but recently I've noticed an overwhelming number of the Fats family congregating around my tummy and thighs and lower body, and contributing to the flabby-ness of my already flabby body. On the train today, while I was wobbling and trying to regain my balance, I noticed that you Fats were obstructing my view of my feet. So dear Fats, I am putting in a special request for you to move out of my body slowly. I'm sure you can find a better home to live in.
I will help you move out, worry not. I'll make a conscious effort to exercise and not eat so much. I will cut down on my intake of food! I will eat alot of veggies and less rice. Then I can be like all the slim ladies that I see every morning, instead of having a pot belly or a tummy that resembles a 3-month pregnant lady.
Thank you Fats, for your time.
Yours truly, Si Yi
I am still mildly people-phobic, sad to say.
Not that I loathe human interaction. It's just that I'm adverse towards the concept of meeting strangers who are friends that you just haven't met. Especially a big group of strangers. And then everyone has to dig and dig and dig to discover and understand this enigma and maybe even before they discover it they're tired of digging. Awww.
So anyway, insecurity plants a little seed in me and I'm probably as bad as the people that I used to berate.
Ah nobody's 100% confident. Even the teeniest weeniest bit of self-doubt counts.
This is getting a wee little bit too philosophical so let's change the subject.
My recent blog posts seem contain a lot of negativity.
Why is it that people like to add funny consonants to their names? Like "Tingx" and "Pingx" and "Lingx" and whatever. I think it's ridiculous. How do you pronounce it? Like an S? So Tingx becomes Tings and Pingx become Pings.
Experimenting with my name a little, it becomes "Six". Or "Yix". Yix sounds like EEKS! And that'll be very disasterous because you wouldn't know if the person is saying "EEKS! Look at that dead cockroach!" or "Yix! Look at that dead cockroach!"
Anyhow, I don't want to be known as a number either.
Haha, I seem to have a lot to comment about, especially stupid stuff like Xs. I'm probably just amusing myself. Wahahaha. Everybody, laugh with me again. Wahahahaha. :D
Not that I loathe human interaction. It's just that I'm adverse towards the concept of meeting strangers who are friends that you just haven't met. Especially a big group of strangers. And then everyone has to dig and dig and dig to discover and understand this enigma and maybe even before they discover it they're tired of digging. Awww.
So anyway, insecurity plants a little seed in me and I'm probably as bad as the people that I used to berate.
Ah nobody's 100% confident. Even the teeniest weeniest bit of self-doubt counts.
This is getting a wee little bit too philosophical so let's change the subject.
My recent blog posts seem contain a lot of negativity.
Why is it that people like to add funny consonants to their names? Like "Tingx" and "Pingx" and "Lingx" and whatever. I think it's ridiculous. How do you pronounce it? Like an S? So Tingx becomes Tings and Pingx become Pings.
Experimenting with my name a little, it becomes "Six". Or "Yix". Yix sounds like EEKS! And that'll be very disasterous because you wouldn't know if the person is saying "EEKS! Look at that dead cockroach!" or "Yix! Look at that dead cockroach!"
Anyhow, I don't want to be known as a number either.
Haha, I seem to have a lot to comment about, especially stupid stuff like Xs. I'm probably just amusing myself. Wahahaha. Everybody, laugh with me again. Wahahahaha. :D
My sister has gone to bed! Finally a night that I can use the computer before 1am.
Hahaha, so what now? I feel a teeny weeny bit richer and then suddenly this very last mintue bomb with a very hefty $311 price tag drops. And all my wealth and riches have evaporated into thin air. Payday is two weeks ++ away. Those who owe me wages have paid up. And then another bomb with a $100 over price tag will land on my head soon and I think I'll be blown into smithereens.
Okay, not very encouraging.
Has anyone noticed the lack of rubbish bins in MRT stations? And the sudden appearance of "See anything suspicious? Report it" advertisments and announcements with innocent looking teddy bears probably camouflaging as bombs? If you are a regular MRT-er with good observation skills you'd have noticed that.
I find the disappearance of rubbish bins very irritating, because I have to clutch my bun wrapper all the way to Dhoby Ghaut in the morning.
On the first day of work the papers gave to me, a paper cut on my ring finger. (try to fit this in into The Twelve Days of Christmas.)
Hahaha, so what now? I feel a teeny weeny bit richer and then suddenly this very last mintue bomb with a very hefty $311 price tag drops. And all my wealth and riches have evaporated into thin air. Payday is two weeks ++ away. Those who owe me wages have paid up. And then another bomb with a $100 over price tag will land on my head soon and I think I'll be blown into smithereens.
Okay, not very encouraging.
Has anyone noticed the lack of rubbish bins in MRT stations? And the sudden appearance of "See anything suspicious? Report it" advertisments and announcements with innocent looking teddy bears probably camouflaging as bombs? If you are a regular MRT-er with good observation skills you'd have noticed that.
I find the disappearance of rubbish bins very irritating, because I have to clutch my bun wrapper all the way to Dhoby Ghaut in the morning.
On the first day of work the papers gave to me, a paper cut on my ring finger. (try to fit this in into The Twelve Days of Christmas.)
Ooh.
The audition was alright. The theory test seemed really easy-peasy, probably of only Grade 2 standard. So actually there was no need to pour through my upper grades theory books and start cramming all the irrelevant musical information the night before. The auditioner didn't give her an aural test. Wahahaha. And nothing really bad happened, like having a string snap or something, so I think it went as well as auditions can go. I played alot of wrong notes though, but it doesn't matter much because the focus is mainly on the soloist.
Tuition later. Can finally get my pay. Yay!
Work tomorrow. Bleah.
The audition was alright. The theory test seemed really easy-peasy, probably of only Grade 2 standard. So actually there was no need to pour through my upper grades theory books and start cramming all the irrelevant musical information the night before. The auditioner didn't give her an aural test. Wahahaha. And nothing really bad happened, like having a string snap or something, so I think it went as well as auditions can go. I played alot of wrong notes though, but it doesn't matter much because the focus is mainly on the soloist.
Tuition later. Can finally get my pay. Yay!
Work tomorrow. Bleah.
I Am Cow by Arrogant Worms
I am cow hear me moo
I weigh twice as much as you
And I look good on the barbecue
Yogurt, curd, cream cheese, and butter's
Made from liquid from my udders
I am cow, I am cow, hear me moo!
I am cow, eating grass
Methane gas comes out my ass
And out my muzzle when I belch
O the ozone layer is thinner
From the outcome of my dinner
I am cow, I am cow, I've got gas
I am cow, here I stand
Far and wide upon this land
And I am living everywhere
From B.C. to Newfoundland
You can squeeze my teats by hand
I am cow, I am cow, I am cow
I am cow, I am cow, I am cow!
I am cow hear me moo
I weigh twice as much as you
And I look good on the barbecue
Yogurt, curd, cream cheese, and butter's
Made from liquid from my udders
I am cow, I am cow, hear me moo!
I am cow, eating grass
Methane gas comes out my ass
And out my muzzle when I belch
O the ozone layer is thinner
From the outcome of my dinner
I am cow, I am cow, I've got gas
I am cow, here I stand
Far and wide upon this land
And I am living everywhere
From B.C. to Newfoundland
You can squeeze my teats by hand
I am cow, I am cow, I am cow
I am cow, I am cow, I am cow!
Muse-ique wasn't too bad. I have many gripes about the ticketing system and the inefficiencies of it all but I guess overall it was ok, even though I didn't get to fully utilize my FREE $20 ticket. Damn.
Work was worse. I waited the whole morning for the supervisor to come and then I had to struggle to keep my eyes open, and I think one of the perm staff saw me dozing off. Uh-oh. Bad first impression.
Right. I've managed to plan the next 24 hours beautifully, yet someone has to disrupt my plans. I hate this, you know? You can't expect me to drop everything and the promises and plans I've made and make me troop after you like an obedient dog. I. Am. Not. A. Dog.
Maybe it's time to stage a rebellion.
Work was worse. I waited the whole morning for the supervisor to come and then I had to struggle to keep my eyes open, and I think one of the perm staff saw me dozing off. Uh-oh. Bad first impression.
Right. I've managed to plan the next 24 hours beautifully, yet someone has to disrupt my plans. I hate this, you know? You can't expect me to drop everything and the promises and plans I've made and make me troop after you like an obedient dog. I. Am. Not. A. Dog.
Maybe it's time to stage a rebellion.
You are a GRAMMAR GOD!
If your mission in life is not already to
preserve the English tongue, it should be.
Congratulations and thank you!
How grammatically sound are you?
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Right. I thought I'd fail for that quiz since it's really tricky, but I suppose coaching my cousin P5 English and re-learning all those present participles and perfect continuous tenses and what-not has helped. Somewhat.
More complaints, gripes, and bitching
I feel rather jaded because I have to spend my entire weekend thumping on the piano with someone whom I can't decide if I enjoy her company or not. Under normal circumstances, it's a different thing, but this stupid audition places a whole lot of strain on everything and I feel like a very unwilling victim.
Like, "Si Yi! You have to help me!!! You must help me with my aural! My cadences are very bad, as you can hear. My sight reading is very bad! My scales and appegios are worse!!!"
I do try to be as peace-loving as possible since I like everyone to live happily ever after. So I usually just grin and bear with it. However sometimes I think I've become such a wimp that I feel taken advantage of. Like I have 'easy to bully' tattooed on my forehead. Or the first person that everyone comes running to when they need help. How? I need a heart of steel and maintain a no-nonsense attitude.
I shouldn't have done this in the first place. Shouldn't have accompanied anybody back then in Sec 4.
I was actually looking forward to going swimming on Sunday but I guess that's not going to be remotely plausible for the time being.
Have to 扫墓 on Friday, since it's 清明节. I don't want to go, but my mother has been dropping hints everywhere and saying stuff like I'll never know who my ancestors are. Bleah.
Seems like everyone is in a none-too-good mood, myself included.
Sigh. Whatever happened to peace and tranquility? All I want to do is to vegetate in front of the TV and let my eyesight deteriorate slowly. I hate having my mom at home in the afternoons when I'm at home too. Bleah.
A little claustrophobic, a little burderned, a little peeved off. All in a day's work. I must remind myself to breathe because from tomorrow onwards it'll be a non-stop flurry of things going on. And then sayonora to my days of rotting at home. Let me enjoy some quiet for now.
Sigh. Whatever happened to peace and tranquility? All I want to do is to vegetate in front of the TV and let my eyesight deteriorate slowly. I hate having my mom at home in the afternoons when I'm at home too. Bleah.
A little claustrophobic, a little burderned, a little peeved off. All in a day's work. I must remind myself to breathe because from tomorrow onwards it'll be a non-stop flurry of things going on. And then sayonora to my days of rotting at home. Let me enjoy some quiet for now.
Suddenly everything starts snowballing, and then there's this nice big avalanche and I'm buried right in the middle of it.
I don't have a good feeling while playing for Sandy because she's stressed, and that in turn makes me stressed too. Sigh. I understand that it's got a lot to do with her future and everything, but that's even worse because I'm playing the accompaniment for her and I have to be that one bit of stability in the audition. If I screw up, she'll get affected and screw up too and the whole damn audition will be screwed up.
Plus, she doesn't have much faith in her abilities and talks about giving up half the time and honestly I cannot take it anymore lah.
So actually in the deepest of my hearts I am wishing for her to give up so that I will breathe easier (I know, very selfish and mean of me) because today I witnessed a mini-tantrum and I feel that if the heart's really not in it then there's really no point.
So whatever happened to self-censorship, huh?
Anyway, besides being busy with practices whole day long, I've finally managed to find a job! Yay yay yay! *balloons float down from the sky*
And then I'm helping out at the NJ String Orch concert this Thursday and suddenly I'm short of time. Where have all the hours and minutes and seconds gone too? Everything starts to clash and I feel like I'm trying to pack 1001 things in 24 hours. And it's always like that. When I'm free and looking for a job, they all seem to be unavailable and out of reach. And then I spend my days staring into space.
When one thing happens, everything else will start barrelling towards you. The snowball effect? Demographic momentum? (Recall Human Geog) Anyway, I suppose it's just bad time management on my part.
Hur hur, funny how I get all uptight and stressed and irritated when I'm not even the one auditioning.
I don't have a good feeling while playing for Sandy because she's stressed, and that in turn makes me stressed too. Sigh. I understand that it's got a lot to do with her future and everything, but that's even worse because I'm playing the accompaniment for her and I have to be that one bit of stability in the audition. If I screw up, she'll get affected and screw up too and the whole damn audition will be screwed up.
Plus, she doesn't have much faith in her abilities and talks about giving up half the time and honestly I cannot take it anymore lah.
So actually in the deepest of my hearts I am wishing for her to give up so that I will breathe easier (I know, very selfish and mean of me) because today I witnessed a mini-tantrum and I feel that if the heart's really not in it then there's really no point.
So whatever happened to self-censorship, huh?
Anyway, besides being busy with practices whole day long, I've finally managed to find a job! Yay yay yay! *balloons float down from the sky*
And then I'm helping out at the NJ String Orch concert this Thursday and suddenly I'm short of time. Where have all the hours and minutes and seconds gone too? Everything starts to clash and I feel like I'm trying to pack 1001 things in 24 hours. And it's always like that. When I'm free and looking for a job, they all seem to be unavailable and out of reach. And then I spend my days staring into space.
When one thing happens, everything else will start barrelling towards you. The snowball effect? Demographic momentum? (Recall Human Geog) Anyway, I suppose it's just bad time management on my part.
Hur hur, funny how I get all uptight and stressed and irritated when I'm not even the one auditioning.
There are lizards everywhere. Lizards in the kitchen, lizards in the living room, lizards in the study room. Ahhhh. I hate those wriggly things and I don't think Bygone or whatever insecticide works on them.
I still think the contestants in Ms Singapore Universe sound like ah-lians who try their best to speak English properly. But hey, who am I to comment?
The Sexy Naughty Bitchy song is actually rather addictive.
I still think the contestants in Ms Singapore Universe sound like ah-lians who try their best to speak English properly. But hey, who am I to comment?
The Sexy Naughty Bitchy song is actually rather addictive.
Uh-oh. What have I gotten myself into?!
I actually agreed to help Sandy play for her Conservatory of Music audition!
Am I nuts!? I will screw up her audition and she'll hate me forever because I blew her chances of getting in. Ahhh!!!
Need to brush up on my piano.
And Dr. Nameless, I need to borrow the piano part for the Odd Man Out score.
I like this layout. So pinky and of course, it features one of my favourite stuff. FOOD!!! Wahahaha :)
I actually agreed to help Sandy play for her Conservatory of Music audition!
Am I nuts!? I will screw up her audition and she'll hate me forever because I blew her chances of getting in. Ahhh!!!
Need to brush up on my piano.
And Dr. Nameless, I need to borrow the piano part for the Odd Man Out score.
I like this layout. So pinky and of course, it features one of my favourite stuff. FOOD!!! Wahahaha :)
News of the day: I need to cough out $150 by tomorrow, and short of committing offences that will put me on the wrong side of the law, I have no idea how to miraculously come up with that much money when I haven't been working long-term for the past few weeks and generating income. Please wish me good luck. In both getting a job, and coming up with the moolah.
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