Tuesday, 28 April 2009

POISONING THE WELL

FINALLY! 4 more days to Mad's wedding! Woot!


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Maybe living with 2 male siblings has toughened me up. I tend to speak my mind in a more upfront, open, and "bare-it-all" manner. Whether the causative factor is due to personal attributes, or life circumstances, or growing up around 2 brothers without any sisters; I can't really determine. Whatever the case, it doesn't make much difference. All the better anyway, as I can't really stand wishy-washy people to start with. TR also commented a few nights ago that, in certain ways, I'm unlike the typical mould of female species of homo sapiens. While women just only want to talk, talk, and talk while NOT seeking suggestions/solutions from whoever they're seeking solace in, I'm the complete opposite. For me, the talk is optional; it's the directive suggestions/solutions that I really hanker after.

The rationale, to me, is very simple; really. If all I want is just to talk and vent out some feelings, this can easily be done with anyone. Any Tom, Dick, and Harry. Talking is passive, inconstructive, and non-instructional. It does no work and yield no tangible results. One thing that's for sure, mere talking is not going to make problem(s) go away. Sure, talking never fails to make one feel better; but, ultimately, if the root cause of the problem is not solved, the feelings will keep returning like a vicious cycle. Hence, to me, it's NOT the process of talking I aim for, but more of the results of talking. Yah, don't ask me why women like to talk talk and talk. I don't understand either.

And because I've always been aware that I'm the type who is not comfortable to have to confront or be confronted by, I try to hold it off and avoid it totally if I can. Stomaching and bearing things in, believing that someday - somehow - things would improve. Even if it doesn't, I still keep my mouth shut. It's not easy, but I simply just don't believe in talking or gossiping behind others' back. Gossiping is practically akin to "poisoning the well".

One thing for sure: I would hate it if anyone ever talks behind my back. It speaks of breaching of trust; and trust is one of the basic foundations of all relationships.

Gossiping is the same as "poisoning a well". I don't need anyone to tell me this or that about a particular person based on his/her own views or perspectives. I am able to form my own relatively well unaided, I think. I don't need a tinted glasses; and nether do I need any pre-evaluation briefing or prep talks. Don't tell me how horrible a chocolate cake tastes when I've not even seen it yet.

Little pieces of well-meaning advices would be nice and appreciated, but not when it comes to harmful and inconstructive plain gossiping. There is a whole lot of difference between the two. If anything, I would guard myself more against the one who gossips, rather than the one who is being gossipped at. One thing for sure, no one in their right mind would place their trust on gossipers.

By the same standard, as much as I hate being gossiped at as well as hearing about people being the target of gossips, I try not to do the same to others as well. In the end, I just stomach things in and not share with people uninvolved. One: talking and/or gossiping doesn't solve the problem. Two: I'm betraying someone's trust. Three: I'm casting a bad light on myself by talking behind others' back. Four: Talking behind a person's back only serves to fan and aggravate the anger/unhappiness within. When you rehearse it, you nurse it.

Over time, subconsciously, I developed a modus operandi. As soft skills and conversing in the mildest of manners are things which I still must work very hard on, I simply just tend to choose the shortcut by stomaching things in; while preferring to keep "talking things out" as a last resort - or until I explode prematurely, that is. Even when things eventually still do get down to talking in the end, I always fail somewhat magnificently in the same old weak area. Sad to say, while I try not to partake in or contribute to gossiping, I flop occasionally in terms of tact and assertion.



Sometimes, it's not just what a person says. It's HOW a person says which is the key element.
A person can be right, but if the way it is being put across is wrong, the person is still wrong.



So many times, too, I find that compared to talking about problems with people uninvolved, solving the issue directly with the person(s) involved is a more efficient, professional, and mature solution. Stomaching things in and struggling with not keeping offenses inside grieves the heart and kills my joy. It's crippling.


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I got to know of a couple of things that happened today. A fellow Chemistry coursemate got warded into KK Hospital. To top it off, another one of my fellow Chemistry coursemate unexpectedly (to us, that is) quit the course last Friday. She is not only my Chemistry coursemate, but also one of my team members from Sirius. I'm not affected, but I would be lying if I were to say I feel nothing. There's just this damping feeling. The turnover rate, and workload, in here is pretty high.

Saturday, 25 April 2009

REARING TO GO!

A sudden whim just hit me. I WANT TO MAKE A BEAN BAG CHAIR!

And not just any bean bag chair. Forget all those tiny weeny ones. What I have in mind is a shamefully HUMONGOUS one! Think jumbo. Think T. Rex. One that is big enough for a person to sit back luxuriously and rest the neck. A monster kind! One which can easily engulf me! The bigger, the better!

The logic is this: How useful is a bean bag which is not big enough to even support the neck? Might as well rest on the bed!


For the time being though, I need to plan how to put pieces of fabric together. The measurements I want, types of seam lining, inner bag, and all. Even though it is pretty self-explanatory on the video, chances are, there will be hiccups along the way when it comes down to actually doing it. Always the case. However easy a task may appear, there are bound to be some unforeseen circumstances arising. This calls for proper planning. The moment I get all the materials ready, things would progress smooth-smooth, chop-chop, and fast-fast. What I am aiming to avoid is the scene of being surrounded by pieces of fabrics here and there, while a clueless me tries to figure out what to do next. AND yes, I need to get acquainted with the sewing machine as well. The last time I touched one was in, what? Secondary 2 Home Econs? That's nearly a decade ago!

Weet!

Thursday, 23 April 2009

THE (IM)PRACTICALITY OF HOPE

"If you're not the one" by Daniel Bedingfield has all along been my all-time favourite oldies. From the very first time I heard it, I fell in love with the song - hook, line, and sinker. The melody. The tune. The beat. The bass. I can listen to it over and over again over the years and still not get sick of it. I AM SO IN LOVE WITH IT TOTALLY.



If there's one thing to grouse about with regards to that song, it is the lyrics. Or rather, a particular sentence of the lyrics. It never fails to irritate the banana out of me. As pesky as a fly.

I don't know why you're so far away...
But I know that this much is true (this guy has faith in us. Very reassuring. This one is a keeper!)...

We'll make it through (yes, indeed, as long as we both believe)...

And I hope you are the one I share my life with (Awww...)...

And I wish that you could be the one I die with (double awww...)...

And I pray that you're the one I build my home with (Oh yes, oh yes!)...

I hope I love you all my life



Did you catch that?

Yes. It's I "hope" I love you all my life. What an anti-climax. Not I "will try to". Or I'll "try my best". Or I "promise". Or I "resolve". Or I'll "make an effort to". But I "hope".

I "hope" I'll love you all my life. How sweet.



"Dear, I love you. Will you marry me? You and me, together we'll build a home together. Let's build a life together as one. No matter how tough the going gets, we'll make it through. Together as a couple. Hon, believe in us. Will you marry me? I HOPE I love you all my life." DANG!



What a major turn-off. Oh please, you think your hope very the powerful, issit? What if your so-called "hope" fails?
Shrug the shoulders and say "Too bad"? A bad stastistic? Que sera sera? An unfortunate case of being at the wrong place, at the wrong time? Oh puuuhh-leeazzee. Frankly, in my personal opinion, what's the difference between hoping and wishing upon a star?



One of the couple of things that ticks me off instantaneously is the usage of the word "hope". There's just something about the word "hope" that is jarringly annoying. Perhaps it's because the word clearly translates into passivity and indifference, or worse, lack of a fighting spirit. The bottom line is: "hope" promises nothing. It is not active; it's passive (Yes, smart aleck. Don't say that you're "actively" hoping. You prat.).

Of course, it's a totally different matter when it comes to hoping for the best in circumstances which we absolutely have NO control over - coma, death, illnesses, weather, interview outcome, height, genetics, and such. Apart from things of such uncontrollable nature, I frown inwardly whenever I hear the word "hope"; especially when all is not lost yet, and when there is clearly still room for action. In this case, the word "hope" obviously spells of plain passivity and lack of fighting spirit. A bad imprint is swiftly etched on my mind if someone keeps relying on the word "hope".

Hence, of late, I've been making a conscious attempt not to use the word "hope", unless it's really something that's out of the grasp of my control. Before commenting on anything, I would pause mentally and think, "Is this the best I can give? The furthest I can go?". Can I assuredly say I've given it my all in clear conscience, and can now sit back and hope on "hope"?

I've got to admit, it's not easy. It's
hardly easy, as a matter of fact. Chances are, there will always be room for something more in most situations. It's a fine line to balance. Sitting back, raising both hands in the air, and proclaiming the word "hope" is so irresistibly tempting. Taking shortcuts always is, come to think of it.



Be active. Not passive.

WANTS VERSUS NEEDS

I really treasure my Thursdays. It's the only day of the week when I reach home the earliest. Most days, I start school early in the morning and end school at either 5.30pm, 6.30pm, or 7.30pm. Thursdays and Sundays are my precious!


Anyway, since today is a Thursday, this means that I have practically the whole day free from 12.30pm onwards. While on the way home earlier, I contemplated dropping by IMM Giant. Oh man, I miss shopping at the hypermart! I feel like cooking! There's just something oddly addictive and satisfying about cooking; and watching people eating the food which you've prepared.
But then again, on second thoughts, I have a whole big stack of assignments and reports and microteachings and presentations due for the next 4 weeks to come. Cooking is a want, not a need. In contrast, completing the assignments is an obligatory need, not a want. It's obvious which side won.


Ended up giving Giant a miss today. =(


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Anyway, my strawberry jam is running out! Time to make more soon!

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I want to take nice, long jogs around the residential estates, but the sweltering smoothering weather of late is such a major turn-off! Arrrrgh!

FLOWERS!

Went to Hort Park on Tuesday. It was simply awesome! The diverse variety of plants and flowers is so jaw-dropping. The plants and flowers of these kinds are definitely not what we would get to see everyday on the road.


The "starting point" of Hort Park; known as the Silver Garden.


What is this? It's the Bird of Paradise! It's just so stunningly beautiful and unique!


A cluster of white flowers. Don't ask what are the flowers called.


Lo and behold! Guess what we sighted? A red, hot, flaming PINK in the middle of a sea of white ones! Awww...



We saw an odd-looking tree as well. Don't ask what are those weird-weird things hanging down from the trunk; 'cause I also don't know.


Bamboo!



Nice flowers.



A not-so-nice flower. The BANANA FLOWER! *cough cough so cough cough ugly cough cough*



Why is this plant called "Mock Strawberry"?


'Cause its flowers look like miniature ones!


I like this particular flower the most. The leaves are dark-blood red. The flower stalk is pale purple in colour, while the flower buds are in a shade of bright purple-blue. It almost looks like the flower buds are illuminating or fluorescence-ing! UTTERLY AWED!





We went to the glasshouses next. The plants there are being grown in such a conducive environment that the flowers they bud are totally amazing! Most - if not all - of the petals are perfectly coloured and intact (read: no warm-infested or pest-infested holes). AND the flower petals all look so symmetrical! It was totally amazing! Even the daisies all look so symmetrically beautiful!



This plant really intrigues me. It reminds me of grapes, but yet, it's shinier and glossier. AND it's PINK in colour! I nearly couldn't believe my eyes when I first saw it. "GASP!!! WHAT IS THAT?!", yep, that's my first reaction.




The daisies, I repeat, are so symmmetrically beautifully!



Boot!


Toilet bowl!

Monday, 20 April 2009

A TIMELY RECIPE

A pinch of faith
A generous dash of encouragement
15 teaspoon of confidence
30 tablespoons of affirmation
200ml of humility
50g of peace
5 cloves of wisdom
10 scoops of love
20 cups of trust
Unlimited perseverance, and
Just enough of support

Sunday, 19 April 2009

SUFFOCATED - GOING, GOING, GONE!

The weather for the past couple of days is so stiffing hot! It's horrendous! The scorching temperature! I'm practically MELTING undergoing SUBLIMATION under the heat! Even taking a seemingly innocuous step out of the front door warrants a vicious attack by the thermal energy! I don't even feel like stepping out the house!

I pity all those poor folks getting baked out there in the streets. Please, it's so much more enjoyable in the comfort of our own home. Going out just only serves to make one feel all hot and bothered. No mood for anything, really.



In a sadistic point of view, my life is controlled by the monsoon. Ahah! Monsoon, quick quick come back!

I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!

Someone started a fan club in Facebook for the Combined Humanities teacher who taught me in Sec3 and Sec4! This is just so funny and weird! Anyway, he's a really brilliant teacher. One of those whom I still remember of fondly till this day.

Gahgahgah! FAN CLUB!

COOKED

I cooked on Friday. Bulgogi Chicken. It was awesome. This recipe is definitely a keeper! AND it's relatively easy to prepare as well!



Bulgogi Chicken




And I also attempted to make some hard-boiled-runny-yoke eggs. Well, the main ob
jective that I was settling for was to have a solid egg white encompassing a runny yoke.


The end result


In contrast to the Bulgogi Chicken, the eggs were only alright. The yoke was obviously only a little runny, and the egg white was obviously a little too soft and squishy. Quite different from the solid-egg-white-runny-egg-yolk which I had envisioned. Oh well oh well, I should try again some day! Failure is the mummy of success!


Anyway, there's something wrong with Cbox. I can't post. It says I have been banned from posting! (???). Went to check the settings, but yet there is not even one banned IP address on the list (???). Aish~

BEDTIME

This is so way way way passed my usual bedtime. I have a feeling that setting exam papers would be a persistent and annoying pain in the neck in the bery bery near future!

Anyway, maybe it's the positive effect of sleeping when it's time to sleep. These days, I sleep between 5 - 7 hours per day! I feel so refreshed! I feel so good! Although it means having to force myself to do the assignments and whatever craps in the daytime (self-discipline and time-management, girl! BUCK UP!), it's all well worth it!

Nowadays, I can barely go past 12am without feeling sleepy. At 11pm+, my eyelids usually feel heavy already! Sometimes, I feel like Cinderella reincarnated.


Ok, time for bed. I'm doggone tired. My eyes are popping out of their socket anytime soon. It's 3am already! My estrogen level must be pretty high now. Ahhh! Setting exam papers is so unbelievably hard, especially for a rookie.

Wednesday, 15 April 2009

EARLY

Today is the earliest I've reached home this week. 8pm!

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Going to IMM Giant tomorrow!





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Monday, 13 April 2009

I REALIZED...

That I shouldn't really be talking about busy-ness and tiredness. Sans traveling time, numerous reports, assignment, projects, field trips, presentations, CIP meetings, CIP hike, and whatnots, I'm clocking in only 22 hours of lecture time per week.

Hehhehheh!

Better not whine while I'm still considered as "enjoying life" and "shaking leg". Once I'm out of this training phase and get mercilessly thrown into the forest, clocking 22 hours is like taking a walk in the park.

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I'm in the library PC lab now. Having a 2hours break while waiting for the next lesson to start at 4.30pm. The air-conditioning is really cold. My hands are totally icy, AND I'm wearing a 3quarts sleeve shirt. Gahmen really alot of money, I think.

Friday, 10 April 2009

PSY

The younger brother - halfway while doing his work - asked a random question just now.

B: Hey, what is a person who studies psychology called?

M (without skipping a beat): Psycho.

B: Eh? Really ah. Ok.



He went back to doing his work. After a short while, all of a sudden, his head popped up again. Ah, finally. He has finally hit the light bulb.


B (amidst giggles): OEI! You! What psycho? It's psycholoGIST, lah! Right?





Slow.


Haha.

Thursday, 9 April 2009

DONE IT!

I mentioned that I would make strawberry jam one of these days. I DID! This afternoon!

While dicing the berries, the sweet, fruity aroma got me ethereally enticed. My senses got helplessly clouded. Ohohoh! Why do I hate strawberries in the first place? How can it be? They smell so unbelievably heavenly and wonderful!

It was then I recalled what made me avoid berries and grapes like a plague. SOURNESS. I can't stand sourness. Not even a whiff of it. I think someone up there wired me in this way such that I have a double dosage of tolerance for spiciness, but absolutely none for sour. Gee...

I made the jam with reference to AllRecipes. It turned out good! In fact, it's better than good! Ok, it might fall short of the commercial ones, but at least it's still a true-blue strawberry jam! It IS tasty! AND it's healthy and preservatives-free! And the best part? I can cater the strawberry jam to the preference of my own tastebuds!










This is my breakfast for today. Homemade strawberry jam + picnic ham + tuna + 2 slices of bread. Mum made the tuna-ham sandwich. I heaped on the additional layer of homemade strawberry jam. Woot!

Today is going to be a fruitful day. Oh well, if it goes according to plan. Woke at 10am today, surfed the net for a short well, went to make the jam at 12pm, and now at 2pm, I'm blogging. After which, (hopefully) I'll be focusing on doing the Ed Psy I report. At 6pm, (again, hopefully), I would be heading out for a jog. Woot woot!

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My taste is slowing, but surely, changing and evolving. Of late, I've been drinking orange juice. ORANGES?!?!?!?

Oh well, truth be told, it started off without the freedom of choice. The parents occasionally purchase some oranges and squeeze orange juice out of them. On some days when I come home, I was thirsty and hot and bothered like a panting dog. All I wanted was just a cup of cold, cooling liquid. The only cold beverage we have in the refrigerator is iced water; and I've always strongly opposed (it's something personal) to drinking from recycled, plastic bottles. Left with no choice, I have to make do with the orange juice.


I realize, it's sort of an acquired taste. While in the past I can't even swallow a small piece of orange, now I am occasionally slurping orange juice. While in the past I used to turn my nose up at strawberries, now I'm making jam out of them. On a brighter note, if anything, this implies that increasingly variety of fruit is being incorporated into my diet! Woot!

Perhaps, in view of the evolving palate, someday I might just stop referring Sharks' Fin soup as "mucus". But then again, it might still be a long way to go.



MUCUS! YUCKS!

REALLY THINK TOO MUCH

Some people just don't learn their lessons. Think too much, for one.



On Monday, I was having dinner at JP with 2 friends. After dinner, we went shopping around the mall. Something on a display window caught my attention, and my gaze lingered on it. I threw my head over the shoulder and continued looking at it while walking. My mind was clearly elsewhere. Satisfied, I turned back faceward. And BAM! A person's face came right into view. I was taken aback.

His features were delicate, yet distinctive. His jawline was sharp. He was deliberately unshaven, with stubs jabbing out, giving him a slightly rugged look; but at the same time, he eludes a clean demeanor. He has a set of masculine, beautiful eyes. In fact, they were so mesmerizing that it's the first thing that I noticed.

Extending his hand out, he handed me a small package. He said something else too, but it was out of earshot because of the surrounding noises.

My gaze fell on the little package. Affronted, I frowned sharply and shot him The Look. I was thoroughly disgusted, and not to mention, rudely insulted. THE AUDACITY! How dare he! The gall of him! AND in full view of the public! THE AUDACITY! RIDICULOUS! OUTRAGEOUS! WHAT IS THIS WORLD COMING TO? HOW DARING OF HIM! THIS IS BEYOND RUDE!

The gears in my brain started running quickly, trying to formulate the best way out. If any, the best response - in my opinion, that is - would be this. Why? Firstly, my integrity would be safeguarded. Secondly, it would set him back into place. Who does he think he is? Humphrey Bogart? And a real gentleman is one who treats women with respect!

I threw him a flashing smile. Took the package from his hands. Plonked it into my bag. Said "Thanks". Turned my head. Walked away with a dissing aura.



Later that night, while in the train on the way home, I took it out again for a closer inspection.






DANG!






It's a condom facial mask sample!


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Anyway, Segar brought a pack of marshmellow to lesson on Tuesday.
It's the nicest marshmellow I've tasted on earth to date!





Ahhhh... Gahgahgah! Yes, indeed. It lies not. It's truly "straight from heaven".

Forgot to ask Segar about it, but does anyone has any idea where can this be found?

Wednesday, 8 April 2009

IT'S OUT!



















Oh man, I've always loved their acapellas.


The upcoming album: The Secret Code.

I'm definitely going to get it!

Sunday, 5 April 2009

DO

There are so many things that I would like to do!

Ever since this post, a gazillion things have popped! into my mind. Like light bulbs.

And I think it's good. I totally agree with what Ps. Kong shared the other day. Since I'll be on a month holiday in June (minus 2 weeks of expedition trip to Cambodia), there is no better time to invest in oneself. Learn to drive. Learn something new. Be an asset and helper, not a liability.



Adding to the existing list, now I also want to:

1) Pick up Korean
This means looking for a good, credited, and recognized language school. Hey, it never hurts to learn a new language! Who knows, it might come in handy in future!

I've always have an interest in language. Ok, fine, I've taken Basic 1 in French and Bahasa Indonesia before. If you ask me now, I can't really remember much (Hey, at least I still remember some). Basic vocabulary like "Thank you", "I'm sorry", "My name is..", "Good _______)", I have totally no problem. Just don't ask for complete, perfectly-structure sentenses.

But for Korean, probably I'll fare better in it. For one, I'm head over heels with DBSK (Oppa!!!). For two, I always watch Korean variety shows on the TV or online. For three, I've plans to visit Korea someday! Not sure when, but someday. Yes, one day. Someday.


2) Planning for drivers license
I don't see it as something attainable in the near future. Maybe, I'll go for the basic theory by, the earliest, end of this year? But ultimately, I still want to get a license. And no, the lure is not in the glamour of owning a license of a drivers cert. It's the skill.

3) Make my own preservative-free strawberry jam
I've been losing weight. Now, I've plans to start off my day with breakfast.

I'm quite a bit of a health freak. Sure, sometimes I still gorge shamelessly on BBQ food, fried food, snacks, tapioca chips, or Taiwan sausages; but, ultimately, I'm always concerned with what I put into the mouth and subsequently, the stomach. I don't like chemicals [so, please, for the millionth time, don't ask me to dye my hair black BECAUSE I DON'T AGREE ON THE USE OF CHEMICALS (rebonding is a different thing. Yes, it is. I say so. Don't argue). And YES, I know I have a headful of white strands. You're not the first, and neither will you be the last. You're just one in the thousand. Since you're somewhere - don't ask where - in the middle, please spare me the agony and keep your mouth shut].

Unlike the above-mentioned two, making my own preservative-free strawberry jam is something easily attainable. Maybe I MIGHT get it done somewhere this week or next week or this month. That is, if I'm free to drop by the grocery store and purchase a pack of organic strawberries! Woot!


Ok,
1) First 2 weeks of June: Cambodia!
2) Remaining 2 weeks of June:
a) Eat organic food
b) Exercise
- Jim
- Climb the stairs

c) Learn new things
- Knit
- Cook something new
d) Take the family out for a good meal
e) Source for a good, recognized, and certified language school
f) Plan and set up relative timeline for basic theory and drivers license

Wow. It seems to be an awful lot! Getting all of them done is a totally different matter! All these are just tentative, fleeting ideas. I've no idea how well everything will work out. Oh well, we'll see how it goes! June is going to be so fulfilling!

Friday, 3 April 2009

CATCHING UP

On Monday the 30th, I met up a good friend for dinner at the nearby mall after lesson ended at 6.30pm. The food was great, and - most importantly -the company was awesome. After dinner, we went shopping for clothes.

LH and I - the both of us - are lunchmates and studymates throughout the 3 years in Poly. Heck! We even had our own favourite "cozy corner" in the library! We have our own rapport, and our own private, inside jokes that leave others bewildered. I ended up nearly picking up her Malaysian Chinese accent.



Hers - Chicken Teriyaki and Salmon



Mine - Black Pepper (Yippie!) Grilled Salmon



It's nice, to be still keeping in contact and having occassional meetups more than 4 years after graduation. And it's amazing, how time has changed us - subtly. For one, the both of us used to scrimp like anything; even in the school canteen. Now? We hardly bat an eyelid eating out at restaurants and shopping freely in the mall.

The both of us used to be study-fanatics. We keep each other sane when either one of us tips over the other side and loses our balance. Sleeping at 1am, wanting to wake up at 3am to study, but only to conk out and fall asleep on the armchair due to lethargy. The following morning, guilt consumes. Guilt. Admonition. Anger. Disappointment at self. Stress. All the ugly feelings. Then, one of us would reassure the other and put perspectives right. Sometimes I'm the crazy one. Other times, it's her.

WAIT AND SEE

The Doc asked whether have I been exercising, or eating less. I replied by saying that I have not been exercising for months already, and that I'm eating the same amount I usually do. Or, at least, it seems to me.

He said to wait and see. If the weight loss continues, or if there's nausea or vomiting or diarrhoea, a blood test might be carried out.

Oh, crap.

Thursday, 2 April 2009

HOLIDAY

It has been a month already! Time seems to CRAWL by! Has it really only been a month? Only? Already, I've done SOOO many e-learning assignments, reports, projects, and presentations. So many that I can't even keep track! It is REALLY only a month? A mere 4 weeks? Oh, crap! This feels so surreal!

There's still 8 more hell weeks to go (2 months!). After which, I'll have a 1 month holiday in June before being posted out for practicum. Already, my mind is bustling over what activities to do. Something useful. Something meaningful. Something alive. Oh, gosh, I can't wait, already!



30th May: I would probably be on a hike at MacRitchie for CIP. I guess it'll be wonderful! All the father-child bonding activities that CFF has come up with, it really makes me feel full of anticipation!
1st - 14th Jun (first 2weeks of June): Though nothing's confirmed yet, but I would probably in Cambodia. Go for the injection shots, the get-to-know-each-other thingy, and whatnots. Chances are, I'll come back tanner, thinner, and with a bit more muscles.



For the remaining 2 weeks of June, I've not had any activities lined up yet. Somehow, though, I've got a gist of what I WOULD like to do.


1) exercise - Oh, crap! Ever since LASIK, I've hardly exercised! I've even aborted the habit of climbing the stairs. Have been so busy with school stuffs. "Climb the stairs? Better not waste my time. Still got alot of assignments due in these couple of weeks. Better save time and take the lift. Forget about climbing. I want to be off to dreamland before 12am.", "Climb the stairs? But I'm carrying my baby!", "Climb the stairs? I'm in heels eh..." Excuses. Gah!

2) exercise again - I can't remember when's the last time I visited Jim. And LT! It'll be a good opportunity to meet up with her too.

3) learn something new - knitting, maybe. I've always wanted to learn how to knit.

4) learn something new again - pick up a new cooking skill. Not the usual stir-fry kind of food, but something special. Maybe Korean. Or maybe rice dumplings or suan pan zi (yep, my mum knows how to make them!).

5) take the family out for a good meal - it has always been on my mind to take them out for a good meal since, technically, I'm now a working adult. As soon as BF ends, I'll do so. I guess all parents feel happy on the inside whenever their children take them out for meals out of their own paycheck.

6) eat some good sushi - I don't know if it's a good thing afterall, having learnt how to make sushi. The reason? Because nowadays, I don't see the rationale of buying sushi. What for, when I can make loads of it (and more economical, somemore) in the comfort of my own home?
But still, the craving's still there. I want to have some sumptious sushi! Probably I'll go for a buffet meal and order all the stuffs that I'm not able to make yet. Salmon! Ika! Scallops! Eels! Afterall, I am still not confident about preparing my own raw sushi. Food hygiene and cross-contamination!


7) eat something organic - I've been making efforts to take care of my health. As it has been said: "it's never too late". Nowadays, I drink only 2 cups of coffee daily (as opposed to the typical 4 or 5), and usually goes to bed by 12am. The next step? Eat healthy, pesticide-free, organic food!
I've friends who had gone organic for a couple of weeks. And they always says that they feel good. As in, really good. And that there's just something different about organic food. Now, it's my turn to try it for myself. But first, I need to search and google for the stalls selling organic food. Hmmm...

Wednesday, 1 April 2009

TALK

We're done with hosting the talk! What's left now is to recruit the minimal pair of father-child for registration, go for the hike at MacRitchie, and tadah! We're done with Service Learning! Woot!

We hosted the talk on 27th March 2009 (Friday). It was q
uite nervous because, frankly, the unspoken but ubiquitous fear at the back of everybody's mind is: what happens if NO ONE turns up for the talk? The talk was slanted to start at 12.45pm that fateful day. At 12.30pm, however, when I popped by the LT venue to put my bag before going out again to pay the food caterer, there were only 2 people in the audience. AND I recognize these 2 people as STs; a part of our own cohort (dang!) who - most probably, cajoled by someone in our CIP team - were there to lend support. What if the publicity is not enough? What if the attraction for the parenting talk is not there? What if the audience size is miserable? Less than 10? The poor folks from CFF who traveled all the way here would be so disappointed! And, Sirius! Oh my! It certainly won't speak well of the efficiency and competency of this CIP team!

After paying the caterer, I came back to the venue at around 12.45pm. Helped to give out flyers and feedback forms. Took some pictures here and there. By 1pm, the talk started. And we were all SOOO delighted and relieved. The audience size was great, and among them - apart from other STs who were there to lend support - also sits numerous lecturers and staffs. Thrilled!





The footprints for publicity. Nearly broke my back just by pasting them.



Food galore!



The 2 brilliant receptionists.



The hungry Sirius-es





Oh, my! Jenny, Jen!



The flyers-cum-feedback-form-distributors. The Chinese and the Chem.



Out pops an English!






Sirius hunks!



The efficient loan shark Finance Manager of Sirius.



The male Team Leader talented busker from Sirius.



I just find this photo simply hilarious. So this is how aggressive a busker can get when his livelihood gets threatened!