Any chance to make money is good for survival; Any chance to relax is good for sanity.

I am satisfied.


Today, work was alright, the CCS got into the finals, and I've gotten my letter of acceptance from SMU!!


*Plus, since dinner was bought back (and dinner was good, just so you know), I get to bathe early and meander around my room doing everything and anything useless and unproductive.


Cool beans. (Why do I keep thinking I learnt this phrase from a particular someone... Who? In any case it's stuck in my head now.)


Unfortunately, it looks like I'm not getting my double degree. Oh well. Maybe I can appeal?


Kino's Journey is a good brain stimulant AND a good therapy. Provided you can appreciate its style. It's very leisurely, and sort of just... drifts along. Then at the end of each story, there's an anvil on your head that you didn't notice was there, and yet you still feel zen. Very much recommended for those of you who feel your brain cells frying at work. Too bad I haven't been able to follow the series regularly.


I wanted to do some sewing tonight, but as usual, I'll procrastinate, and sleep early for a change.

Luck is when opportunity waves itself in your face; bad luck is when you wave back and watch it skip away.

Yesterday was a good day. Even though it was work all day.


I have managed to get a trouble student like me and to more or less listen to class. I did a good job at work overall.


But that wasn't all that made my day (even though my job occupied a fair part of the day... you could say only the night was more or less my own).


After that, went to the lawyers' place with parents and some new faces, ie: nice, comfy, lounge-about place; food galore; soothing classics and great ambience with lots of Toros (from some anime)and Froggo Baggins (from The Frog of the Rings).


Unexpected surprises: Sweet apples, strawberry and marshmellows with chocolate dip (manually melted); brilliant sweet grapes (it's not just sweet... there's a terrific taste that's familiar, but I can't pinpoint it); meeting a HOTSHOT OF THE ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY (when I say, "hotshot", I don't mean some famous artiste) and promised forwards of audition requests; and 2 ORDERS FOR ONE OF MY PRODUCTS.


Could have done without: My mother's wine chicken. It was very, very potent, and I'm not one for much alcohol. Little bit in food is fine, but that was potent.


Today was pretty good in some ways, too. That huge pimple obstructing my *ahem* delicate beauty subsided, and even though it was still clearly red and visible, I managed to take attention away from it by bunning my hair and still miraculously looking good enough for work and outdoors. Got another trouble student to really participate in class. Got my forward.


Things I could have done without: Pain administered by clip-on earrings (what happened to all the screws?); getting sick before and after work though not during, lunch at a terrible restaurant that charges outrageous prices for poor quality; the no-more-ignorable fact that I'm putting on weight AGAIN; mother taking pictures of my pimple with her new camera; procrastination.


There. Somebody hug me, tuck me in bed, read me a story and sing me a lullaby.

Life used to be simple; NOW look at what we've done.

The little bubble that contains my own little world is losing soap. I'm still trying to keep it from popping.


I hate the real world.


Yes, I've had a bad day.


I got a throbbing head and a stomachache and I still decided to go to the school to help out. I went out earlier so I could have a little sun and maybe feel better.


And after I get on the bus, it rains.


Next, I travel to the school (stomachach not subsiding), walk in the rain from the mrt station to the school, only to find out that the CCS meeting had been postponed and I was not informed.


So I head back the the mrt station, only to get splashed by 2 cars and a bus within milliseconds of each other.


So I freeze all the way to my mum's office and wait for her to finish work and take me home, and I'm thankful I didn't go straight home instead. I'd have to walk from the busstop to home, and who knows what other hazards I'd encounter.


Sheesh. I'm pissed. Today was NOT a good day.


You know, thinking about life, future, career etc is hard work. I don't want to think about anything that has to do with being grown up. The only place I want to use my brain is in logic and detective games. Maybe point-and-click games too, but they also tire me out. Once I get my next paycheck, I'm getting a debit card and downloading the full versions of Wonderland 1 and 2.


Even better if I don't have to use my brain. Tell me what to sew, tell me how to cook... just keep the real world away from me. I want Peter Pan. Show me Neverland.

There's nothing wrong with infatuation. Just rein it in before it becomes obsession.

感觉真爽！！


I'm so glad I didn't chicken out, and I'm so grateful to you for being such a sport about it.


I feel so relaxed now. If I had chickened out I'd have to torment myself unnecessarily for goodness knows how long. Now that I've said what I've said, and you've said what you said, everything's out in the open, and it won't be long before the wind blows it away. Probably already has.


Now I think I probably should've said it sooner and spared you some insecurity.


Gosh, I hope every other guy that starts clouding my judgement henceforth will be equally good sports. Though honestly I'd rather be the one clouding guys' judgement than being the one head-over-heels. It's just more fun.


Yay! Well, that part's over. Now maybe I can carry out some experiments hawhawhawhawhawhawhaw... Any girl bold enough to help me? Boys are welcome, too, but methinks it'll be awkward... if you don't mind that, come aboard! It's like a more scandalous type of project work without the grades... And if I can manage it, it will probably involve clubbing. I hope. *cross fingers*


I wanna see how dirty people think. I wanna see how many people learn from B-grade movies, and I wanna see just how broad the art of seduction is.


Personally, I still need to do some serious maneuvering around the safety net at home (aka, parental units), but I think it'll be an interesting experiment. I just need help securing factors and creating scenes.


No, I am not crazed with heartbroken-ess. I'm just crazy. It's a known fact. I've been eyeing this experiment a long time, and I think I should recruit volunteers. Preferbly those who know how to kick somebody in the right places if the experiment goes awry. That's also a major part of the reason I'm looking for partners in this thing.


I doubt it's really going to kick off, but hey, why not give it a try?


Volunteers~~~



Oh, on the bus just now, there was a little incident. The bus wouldn't start for some time, and everybody was laughing about it.




Then when the bus did start, I applauded, and nobody followed.




Like, show some appreciation, people!! Give some encouragement!! Acknowledge the fact that the bus driver put in effort to make sure we didn't get stranded!! Do you just laugh or point at somebody when something goes wrong, and look the other way when something goes right?


Bloody Singaporeans.


I'm mighty proud that I didn't feel embaressed being the only one who applauded. It's more than I expected of myself.

We're animals in cages. Thank goodness.

Just because I'm bored and because I'm morbid.

Kill Bunny 1

Kill Bunny 2

And also because I plan on doing something stupid tomorrow. I dunno whether to hope I manage to do it, or to hope that I'll do it without blowing it, or to hope that I'll chicken out altogether.


Something tells me it's more practical to chicken out.





If you need to recover from those two animations, click here. Though I think you'll want that bunny's help after doing so.

Some old-school skills are VERY useful. Don't diss them.

I'm a fool I'm a fool I'm a fool I'm a fool I'm a fool I'm a fool I'm a fool.

I'm a willing fool.

I hope you are, too.

And since you don't read my blog, and you barely know english, I can write whatever I want and you won't know.

So why am I writing this?

SO I CAN IRRITATE THE REST OF YOU READERS!!! M U A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A...

Nothing more irritating than mush.




Okay, okay, I'll stop being stupid. For now.


Yesterday, I did dinner. The groceries. The entire meal. Me. Burgers.

I'm finally expanding my cooking repetoire!! I can't very well survive on macaroni and cheese, spaghetti bolognaise and fried rice for the rest of my life. I can do eggs real good, but I can't eat them, so no point there. Yes, I can do baking, but I'm guessing cookies and shortbread don't make good dinner.

Tried some tricks and was rather successful. Only my onion rings turned out more like onion biscuit rings. But they still tasted good.


I manhandled some kitchen tools on the way.


For those willing to try, I recommend mixing in lots of commercial cereal (eg: cornflakes, walnut crunch, etc) with the minced beef before making the patty. You won't be able to crunch on the cereal (unless you used walnut or something like that), but it adds some slight, succulent sweetness to the patty. In case you're curious, the only other thing I added to the beef was salt. No marination.


And if you're wondering how to make patties with cheese in them... I AM THE EXPERT. Well, not really. But I can do it pretty well.


All in all, I think I did a decent job for my first full-fledged meal, portion and tastewise. Presentation... wasn't quite there.


My father did dinner today. He's improved. Slightly. He could've done with A LOT less oil. The ikan bilies in the soup should've been fried first. The fish was rather alright. Then again, he's never quite moved away from doing fish. At least he fried it today instead of steaming it AGAIN.


Hmmm... I guess I should prepare Monday's dinner. Maybe I'll do black pepper beef and cashew nut chicken. Not that I know how to do them. Hey, I gotta learn, right? Some leafies with oyster sauce on the side. Soup... well... I'll think of something. Definitely not my specialty though.



Maybe I should dig up my Home Econs textbook from eons ago.

Sometimes, even if you can't force someone, you still have to do some lasso-ing.

YAY!! My conspiracy theory has lost one suspicious clue. Turns out I got a raise and wasn't informed.


I think I've caught a mighty tasty big fish. (I've been using this fish-code for weeks, only I haven't blogged it)


Seriously, I threw in so many lines, used so many baits... though I think the fish was doing fishing, too.


I thought I felt the line tug, but as I was reeling it up, I worried that the fish might have made a run for it. Apparently not. But the line's not fully up yet, so we'll see.

Don't dismiss crazy ideas. You'd be surprised how real some are.

You know my knack for seeing conspiracies where there be none?

(Those of you who don't know, it's probably because I didn't discuss them in detail with you, due to the fact that I know most of those theories--99.9%-- all exist exclusively in my head)

Well, turns out one of my conspiracy theories might not be so far-fetched after all.


Here's the theory: the chinese-cultural-cultivation-centre-for-kids thingy (you WILL forgive me for not naming the place... defamation laws) I work at now, is headed by a married couple, my teachers (I was and still am a student there) and technically my bosses, who have a daughter and a son also helping out as assistant teachers.

The son, three years my elder, has had a crush on me since a few years back (reason #2 that I initially refuted this theory... reason #1 has already been statistically stated above), and my bosses know, and my bosses approve of his "pick", and have been trying to:

A} Matchmake (reason #3a for in-validating this theory);

B} Draw me into their family (reason #3b for dumping the theory); and

C} Casually mold me into the perfect in-law (needless to say, reason #3c for rendering this theory completely bogus).


Even I know this is far-fetched, so, much as it kept bouncing in my head, I've been ignoring this theory.


Now, stuff that have given me second doubts about this apparently bogus theory.


Suspicious-but-not-concrete clue #1: One of the other teachers was surprised to hear that I had a boyfriend before. Most people of her generation, looking at people of my generation, would more often than not be surprised rather that I didn't have one till 18. Irrational-and-maybe-not-so-irrational thought: What, did someone book me?


Suspicious-but-not-concrete clue #2: The teasing expression on my female boss' face when she asked her son if he had any girlfriends I could sell jewellry to. It's probably nothing, but it did bother me. Plus, there was this other little dirty joke that was cracked another time, but I won't mention this in detail.


Suspicious-but-not-concrete clue #3: Persistant requests to dine for me to with the family after work. The one time I relented and went with them for lunch, my bosses even took the liberty of dropping me off at the SMU administration building for the open house. During lunch, my female boss' face melted into that meaningful teasing look when she asked her two children (the son in particular) if they wanted to come to the open house with me rather than do library research. I wondered aloud why they would need to (the girl is in NUS 4th year; the boy should be in NUS too). My male boss said, "去看美女". Like, what? Am I just a favourite student? Something's still wrong.


Extremely-suspicious-but-not-concrete clue #4: Curious extra amounts of money in my monthly pay. February, I got $65 extra. This time, instead of deducting $65, WITH MY REMINDER, from my salary, $125 was added. There's no mistake, I did multiple calculations on both accounts, and on both accounts, all the answers were the same. I feel as if I'm being bought.


Someone tell me how to get out of this money mess. Should I just draw cash and slam it back to them? I think I should.


I soooooo gotta look for another job... and quit this one. Problem is, I know my mom's gonna be at my neck for quitting a job with familier pple for one where I will supposedly suffer customer abuse. Plus she's not gonna believe a word I could ever say to her. She didn't believe me about a certain pervert. And that "theory" was by no means farfetched. At all.