Confessions of a 20-year-old exjournalist who talks too much, laughs too loudly and is eccentric too much for her own good.She is currently reading Law at the University of Warwick, but still spends all her time spilling too many secrets on her blog.
Whether they are true, exaggerated or fictitious, its up to you to decide. It could ALL be a pack of lies. Or not. The real girl (and secrets) shall remain elusive. Whatever it is, don't forget to bring along your pinch of salt.
Samanthaeng.blogspot was set up on 31st December 2007 in an attempt to move away from the air-headed musings of the writer's earlier journal. It started out as pretty pink journal like this one- which the writer quickly got bored of- went on to become a dull grey journal, and is now back to looking girlishly pink.
As you can see, the writer is highly fickle, volatile and undecisive. Which makes a lot of sense, since the original purpose of this journal (to spread the writer's ingenious musings to the world at large) has been squashed and replaced by a day-by-day account of a struggling student trying to become the next Legally Blonde 3.
Whoever said self-centeredness wasn't a sexy trait?
As you can see, the writer is highly fickle, volatile and undecisive. Which makes a lot of sense, since the original purpose of this journal (to spread the writer's ingenious musings to the world at large) has been squashed and replaced by a day-by-day account of a struggling student trying to become the next Legally Blonde 3.
Whoever said self-centeredness wasn't a sexy trait?
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March 30, 2008 4:53 PM
RAMBLE, GUSH and BLABBER
To be entirely honest, I have nothing to blog about. And I really shouldn't blog, just so that the very glam post about the very Glam Twins can stay on top.
BUT.
1) I am bored (No, I didn't change my name from Sam to Bored. Heh.)
2) Someone's lagging online (Hokay. Not your fault.)
3) I am procrastinating to write about my top three achievements for SMU's application (However do you choose which three. Smirks.)
So you see, I really have no choice but to do this to relieve boredom, entertain myself and procrastinate. Bear with my senseless rambling, if you please.
Ten random thoughts off the top of my head:
1) Sleep can do wonders for your looks
2) I hate nightmares
3) As per Meiyue's instructions, please change the words "lunchtime visual feast" in the post Life in a HL milk carton to "Men in White". (hur hur, we are so obvious)
4) Why in the world did I blow all my pay day cash on 5 tank tops, a pair of shorts and new earphones (Dorothy Perkins, Mango, Harvey Norman) in one single day?
5) I don't even have that much space in my wardrobe
6) HAVE I TURNED FROM SHOPPING-HATER TO SHOPAHOLIC?!
7) Oh check out my dream car!
BUT.
1) I am bored (No, I didn't change my name from Sam to Bored. Heh.)
2) Someone's lagging online (Hokay. Not your fault.)
3) I am procrastinating to write about my top three achievements for SMU's application (However do you choose which three. Smirks.)
So you see, I really have no choice but to do this to relieve boredom, entertain myself and procrastinate. Bear with my senseless rambling, if you please.
Ten random thoughts off the top of my head:
1) Sleep can do wonders for your looks
2) I hate nightmares
3) As per Meiyue's instructions, please change the words "lunchtime visual feast" in the post Life in a HL milk carton to "Men in White". (hur hur, we are so obvious)
4) Why in the world did I blow all my pay day cash on 5 tank tops, a pair of shorts and new earphones (Dorothy Perkins, Mango, Harvey Norman) in one single day?
5) I don't even have that much space in my wardrobe
6) HAVE I TURNED FROM SHOPPING-HATER TO SHOPAHOLIC?!
7) Oh check out my dream car!
9) Plus, the eyelashes!
10) Okay, I kid you. My dream car is more like one that is pink on one side, orange on the other and yellow on top. So people on my right would go: "Nice pink car!", people on my left will go: "Nice orange car!, and people sitting on the double decker bus will go: "Nice yellow car!".
Additional random thought:
11) Okay, I kid you again. That is NOT my dream car.
Happy early April Fools (:
Labels: musings
March 28, 2008 6:09 PM
The other side of the story
So The Twin and I spent the night at a certain cocktail reception (where only non-alcoholic drinks and snacks were provided, mind you) basking in complete glamorous-ity. In the spirit of kindness (which is a very glamorous trait) and Christmas (I was saying the other day, how nice that Christmas is approaching once more), I shall include some of the pointers we've come up for our CECG Guide for Dummies.
What you should do instead is what The Twin and I demostrated to perfection on Wednesday night. Use a device aka the Mobile Phone to discreetly tell the un-lost party where you are. The un-lost party should then walk towards where the lost party is, and pretend you were meant to meet there in the first place. This way, any outsiders watching would never guess that one of you were lost. For example:
Look, how unglam. The mouth is posed in a pout with food inside and no attempt was made to cover it. Worse still, IS IT ME OR DOES THE SANDWICH HAVE A TAIL?!
There! Mouth is fully covered and sandwich can barely be seen so the camera will not be able to catch its deformities. Very glam.
Lesson #3: How to hold a wine glass glamly
Grabbing the body of the glass in a wrap-it-all-up manner. Not only does it look unglam, your fingers and palm will end up freezing too:
Urgh. The biggest glamness boo boo is holding the wine glass right at the base. IMAGINE: What happens if the wine glass topples over?!
Now for some a nice glam way to hold that wine glass as demostrated by Eng:
What this means is that you, you and you (yes you, CTO) should be taking out a pen and copying all these down feverishly. Ready?
But before we begin, we need a little introduction. Introductions are always a glam way to start anything- a speech, a guide or a blog post- because 1) You sound professional, 2) You make your speech/guide/blog post sound longer, and 3) You just appear very knowlegable.
You must be wondering:
What exactly is CECG?
CECG stands for Chang & Eng Centre of Glamorousity. It is basically a centre started by your very own and very glam twins to teach not-so-lucky-and-not-so-glam people how to emulate us. There are plans in the pipeline to join with JAR (Jafnie additional research) to form CECGJAR. But we'll see how it goes.
Who are The Twins?
Chang & Eng (DUH. Haven't we talked about ourselves enough?) It all started with a Ping, Pong, and Punch. FYI, we're born one year and 11 days apart. Yes, poor mummy had this really long delivery. But it was worth it wasn't it, to get two glam kids like that?
Now that we've cleared the very glam introduction, let the CECG guide for dummies begin.
Lesson #1: How to appear glam even when you get lost
So it happens to the best (and glammest) of us. Once in a bright blue moon, you will reach a day where you find youself utterly clueless about where you are and which direction you're supposed to be heading towards. What do you do to salvage the situation and retain that glam factor?
Well, here is what NOT to do. Send out an unglam and distressed SOS message to the person you're suppoesed to be meeting:
What you should do instead is what The Twin and I demostrated to perfection on Wednesday night. Use a device aka the Mobile Phone to discreetly tell the un-lost party where you are. The un-lost party should then walk towards where the lost party is, and pretend you were meant to meet there in the first place. This way, any outsiders watching would never guess that one of you were lost. For example:
(The Twins were supposed to meet at Centrestage but one twin got lost. Lost twin stays put while un-lost twin goes to find him)
*Un-lost twin glamly walks up to lost twin*
Oh hi! There you are, we were supposed to meet outside Puma right?
Yes of course!
(FYI: Chang obviously was the lost party and Eng was the very smart one with a good sense of direction)
Lesson #2: How to eat a sandwich in glam fashion, especially in front of a camera
Admit it, sometimes it's simply impossible to eat glamly. Especially if you're eating a triple-decker *add name of ingredient here which I forgot* sandwich from O'Briens. So what do you do when you're stuck with that monstrous triple-decker thing and your evil twin is waving the camera in front of your face?
Well, definitely not this:
Look, how unglam. The mouth is posed in a pout with food inside and no attempt was made to cover it. Worse still, IS IT ME OR DOES THE SANDWICH HAVE A TAIL?!What you should do instead, is this:
There! Mouth is fully covered and sandwich can barely be seen so the camera will not be able to catch its deformities. Very glam.Also, it is always glam to cover your mouth when chewing, like how The Twin demonstrated here:
Lesson #3: How to hold a wine glass glamly
Glam wine glass + Unglam holding of glass = Major glamness boo boo. Here's how not to hold your wine glass:
Clutching the stem of the wine glass in a fist-like grip. While this is good because your hands don't get cold, it really looks terribly unglam:
Grabbing the body of the glass in a wrap-it-all-up manner. Not only does it look unglam, your fingers and palm will end up freezing too:
Urgh. The biggest glamness boo boo is holding the wine glass right at the base. IMAGINE: What happens if the wine glass topples over?!
Now for some a nice glam way to hold that wine glass as demostrated by Eng:
And copied by Chang to show another angle:
Lesson #4: How to pose glamly with a dessert
One word: Accessorize.
Look how lonely and unglam that dessert looks on its own:
Add in a very interesting spoon (Chang's great glam idea) : Now look how glam and interesting the shot looks!
Lesson #5: How to leave your plates behind in a glam fashion
This was what some other random person left behind. No artistic value, no glam value, and check out the orange blob hanging off the edge of the glass, teethering in an unglam fashion.
Here is a much glammer way The Glam Twins came up with. Clean glasses with no blobs hanging off them, plus a very artistic arrangement of the fork and spoon that completely shouts: Glamness and class!
And there you go, a sneek peek of what the CECG Guide for Dummies contain. For The Twin's version of events, plus selected unquotable and quotable quotes, please go to his blog by clicking HERE.
Don't forget to stay tuned for more glam advice from The Glam Twins. Meanwhile, put the above mentioned pointers into good practice to lead a glamourous lifestyle- the way we do.
Yours in glamness,
Eng.
Life in a HL milk carton
The Highs
Lunchtime paedophilic visual feast, veins on hands, rollercoaster.
The Lows
Screaming phonecalls, tears, unreasonable people.
Lunchtime paedophilic visual feast, veins on hands, rollercoaster.
The Lows
Screaming phonecalls, tears, unreasonable people.
Labels: moods
March 27, 2008 4:48 PM
a quickie
Before I start on the post-I-was-supposed-to-do-last-night-but-didn't, here's a quickie post just to say that lunch hour (ha ha very funny. i should make it plural) was very well-spent today.
Met up with CTO (this is where chang&eng will shake their heads) and travelled all the way to our beloved BukitTimah for some Thai Noodle House. The prices were cut-throat thanks to the lack of a grey uniform but ayeee, for the sake of memories ((:
Headed to NJC, smiled at all the campaigning evidence and bumped into interesting people.
Thanks Joshua for the bright orange Lignum tee ((:
Aye. I miss school sometimes.
Met up with CTO (this is where chang&eng will shake their heads) and travelled all the way to our beloved BukitTimah for some Thai Noodle House. The prices were cut-throat thanks to the lack of a grey uniform but ayeee, for the sake of memories ((:
Headed to NJC, smiled at all the campaigning evidence and bumped into interesting people.
Thanks Joshua for the bright orange Lignum tee ((:
Aye. I miss school sometimes.
Labels: school
March 25, 2008 5:01 PM
a little (coffee) obsession
Okay, I'll admit it.
I cheated.
This is a backdated post and the date written down there -points below- is one big fat lie. But you see, today's post will be entirely reserved for adventures with THE EVIL TWIN, so in order to separate the entries, I have decided to fib about the date.
(Actually I don't know why I bothered explaining myself. I shouldn't have to, this is my blog after all! I have a right to do whatever I like)
Okay stop. The (picture) post begins now.
My *$ (get it, get it?) coffee orgasm. Aye, I've found out the secret to get my Christmassy toffeenut any time of the year! Two pounds of hazelnut plus two pounds of caramel latte. Lovely. I was grinning very happily as I took in the familiar taste of a bitter jolt, followed by a sweet aftertaste.
The Starbucks at United Square has replaced airport terminal two as my favourite starbucks outlet. It's pretty, in this slanted glasshouse, and check out the scenic view from inside! Love!
Nice normal food from dinner at Waruku's (:
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Abnormal cheesy food from dinner at Waruku's ha ha ha
I cheated.
This is a backdated post and the date written down there -points below- is one big fat lie. But you see, today's post will be entirely reserved for adventures with THE EVIL TWIN, so in order to separate the entries, I have decided to fib about the date.
(Actually I don't know why I bothered explaining myself. I shouldn't have to, this is my blog after all! I have a right to do whatever I like)
Okay stop. The (picture) post begins now.
My *$ (get it, get it?) coffee orgasm. Aye, I've found out the secret to get my Christmassy toffeenut any time of the year! Two pounds of hazelnut plus two pounds of caramel latte. Lovely. I was grinning very happily as I took in the familiar taste of a bitter jolt, followed by a sweet aftertaste.
The Starbucks at United Square has replaced airport terminal two as my favourite starbucks outlet. It's pretty, in this slanted glasshouse, and check out the scenic view from inside! Love!
Nice normal food from dinner at Waruku's (:
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Abnormal cheesy food from dinner at Waruku's ha ha ha
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Some dessert from Japan (note, I used my picture not yours heh)
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Tempura dessert thing.jpg)
Oh, and I simply had to comment about my fantastic artistic abilities. Look at my masterpiece! I am an artsy-fatsy at heart! .jpg)
And finally, thank you..jpg)
Labels: outing
March 23, 2008 3:02 PM
Happy this and that
So it took an entire birthday party for us to finally remember the exact birth date.
Excerpts from previous years when we entered the month of March:
"hey, it's march! When's Disha's birthday?"
"Oh god you're right. Hmm let me see, it's somewhere in the later part of the month?"
"What date?? Is it 24th?"
"No! At least I don't think so.. It's an odd number, not even!"
"Oh, maybe it's 17!"
"13 sounds right too!"
"Gosh, I really don't know"
"Yeah me neither"
"Ok let's just call her up and ask"
"Fine, you call"
"Why me? You call!"
"You do it!"
"Urgh okay. I hope she doesn't kill me"
But hey, we got the date spot-on this year! So...
HAPPY 19TH BIRTHDAY DISH-MOOOO!
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Even when you're unglam with funny facial expressions...
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Even when you're all wet and icky....jpg)
You know we still love you ((: Especially when you finally deign to take a picture with us..jpg)
So HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY 19th DISHA! ((:
Anyway, other pictures from the party:
Aneesa :D
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Sarah-ann :D
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On a completely different note, here's a shout-out to all fellow EASTERners out there: HAPPY EASTER!
Excerpts from previous years when we entered the month of March:
"hey, it's march! When's Disha's birthday?"
"Oh god you're right. Hmm let me see, it's somewhere in the later part of the month?"
"What date?? Is it 24th?"
"No! At least I don't think so.. It's an odd number, not even!"
"Oh, maybe it's 17!"
"13 sounds right too!"
"Gosh, I really don't know"
"Yeah me neither"
"Ok let's just call her up and ask"
"Fine, you call"
"Why me? You call!"
"You do it!"
"Urgh okay. I hope she doesn't kill me"
But hey, we got the date spot-on this year! So...
HAPPY 19TH BIRTHDAY DISH-MOOOO!
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Just so you know:
Even when you're all chocolatey...
Even when you're unglam with funny facial expressions...
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Even when you're all wet and icky...
You know we still love you ((: Especially when you finally deign to take a picture with us.So HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY 19th DISHA! ((:
Anyway, other pictures from the party:
Aneesa :D
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Sarah-ann :D.jpg)
On a completely different note, here's a shout-out to all fellow EASTERners out there: HAPPY EASTER!
Yay. My Easter Egg (:.jpg)
Labels: birthday wishes, outing, photos
March 21, 2008 7:16 AM
The story of the Broken Shoe
I will not whine about my unproductivity, lack of time, writers' block, lack of characters and inability to do my university applications.
Nor will I whine about how I cannot bring myself to take leave tomorrow to do my applications and that, coupled with my horrible unproductivity, will lead me to missing all deadlines and wow, I'll have another year to slack my butt off.
Instead, the whole point of today's entry was to tell the world about the story of the broken shoe. (At the same, hoping the character space will increase miraculously when I get back to my application)
So there I was yesterday, walking (okay, walking rather quickly) along Braddell Mrt station when I tried to put my left foot forward and realised it came up empty.
By empty, I meant without the shoe.
I looked down, and horror to horrors! The strap of my shoe has officially come apart.
But to give myself some credit, I was very calm about the whole thing. I took my left shoe off, walked to the side, checked the shoe to see if there was any way of salvaging it, and upon realising there wasn't, sent out a very calm SOS message for help.
Then while I stood at the side waiting for help to arrive, I had to glam-ly (yes chang, glam is a must at all times, even when shoes break) pretend to be very engrossed messaging with my handphone.
Instead this was what I was actually doing:
Taking a shot of my poor shoe. Heh.
And throughout the whole time, I kept thinking to myself: I feel like a character in a chick-lit book. This doesn't happen in real life does it?
Well apparently, it does. Hum.
Anyway, thank you for getting the slipper and coming to find me ((: (Though I suppose out of gratitude I should not mention what mum said when she saw the slippers)
(But if you really want to know, it was: "Omg what happened to your taste?")
Yeah, now she thinks I have bad taste. HAHA.
Anyhow. I got my sophie kinsella book finally!
And here are dinner picures!
Warning: Do not get this Sharkie Freeze unless you have more than two people sharing cos the drink is hugeeeee.
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Thank you for the *layered-glass-painting-is-this-how-you-call-it-thing-from-italy* ((:
Nor will I whine about how I cannot bring myself to take leave tomorrow to do my applications and that, coupled with my horrible unproductivity, will lead me to missing all deadlines and wow, I'll have another year to slack my butt off.
Instead, the whole point of today's entry was to tell the world about the story of the broken shoe. (At the same, hoping the character space will increase miraculously when I get back to my application)
So there I was yesterday, walking (okay, walking rather quickly) along Braddell Mrt station when I tried to put my left foot forward and realised it came up empty.
By empty, I meant without the shoe.
I looked down, and horror to horrors! The strap of my shoe has officially come apart.
But to give myself some credit, I was very calm about the whole thing. I took my left shoe off, walked to the side, checked the shoe to see if there was any way of salvaging it, and upon realising there wasn't, sent out a very calm SOS message for help.
Then while I stood at the side waiting for help to arrive, I had to glam-ly (yes chang, glam is a must at all times, even when shoes break) pretend to be very engrossed messaging with my handphone.
Instead this was what I was actually doing:
Taking a shot of my poor shoe. Heh.
And throughout the whole time, I kept thinking to myself: I feel like a character in a chick-lit book. This doesn't happen in real life does it?
Well apparently, it does. Hum.
Anyway, thank you for getting the slipper and coming to find me ((: (Though I suppose out of gratitude I should not mention what mum said when she saw the slippers)
(But if you really want to know, it was: "Omg what happened to your taste?")
Yeah, now she thinks I have bad taste. HAHA.
Anyhow. I got my sophie kinsella book finally!
And here are dinner picures!
Warning: Do not get this Sharkie Freeze unless you have more than two people sharing cos the drink is hugeeeee.
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Thank you for the *layered-glass-painting-is-this-how-you-call-it-thing-from-italy* ((:
Labels: musings
March 19, 2008 4:40 PM
real-life LOLs
Today's post is going to be a random jumble-all, random-things-that-i-feel-like-saying post. Excuse the incoherence but once you get over it, I honestly think it makes a lot of sense. Heh.
So we all know that when I have kids, I'm gonna to name them names like April Foo. Or Rambu Tan. Or.. or, well you get the gist.
Today, that list of names expanded. Thanks to this very interesting poll here. But if you're too lazy to click on the link, here are a few names that literally made me Laugh Out Loud.
Dick Hurtz
Phuc Yu
Joe King
Sandy Beach (Actually Female Beach sounds so much better. To me, at least)
Yu Suk
Harry Dick
Paige Turner
ha ha ha.
On a completely different note (i've warned you, i'm random), I was in this cab when it started raining very heavily today. The cab driver started fiddling with the radio stations, and after a bit, he landed on Class 95FM, where the first six words that belted out were:
Feel the rain on your skin!
Yes Natasha Bedingfield's Unwritten. I stared at the pelting rain, remember HS's comments about spotting unintended puns, and Laughed Out Loud.
-awkward silence-
Then the cab driver gave me THE LOOK. Yes yes, that one. The one we reserve for people on buses who start talking loudly to themselves.
SIGH. I am a misunderstood teen.
Anyway. Here are a few "firsts" I promised myself I'll brag about.
Like how I went to Woodlands for the first time in my life and didn't get too hopelessly lost.
And how I successfully exchanged contacts (networking, y'all) with a cab driver (not the one who gave me the strange look) and noted it down in my new address book.
And the most brag-worthy 'first', how I ate a piece of lamb for the first time in my life at this *insert-very-long-german-name-that-I-can't-spell-but-has-the-word-'bier'-in-it* german restaurant.
Guess which piece was the above-mentioned lamb?
So we all know that when I have kids, I'm gonna to name them names like April Foo. Or Rambu Tan. Or.. or, well you get the gist.
Today, that list of names expanded. Thanks to this very interesting poll here. But if you're too lazy to click on the link, here are a few names that literally made me Laugh Out Loud.
Dick Hurtz
Phuc Yu
Joe King
Sandy Beach (Actually Female Beach sounds so much better. To me, at least)
Yu Suk
Harry Dick
Paige Turner
ha ha ha.
On a completely different note (i've warned you, i'm random), I was in this cab when it started raining very heavily today. The cab driver started fiddling with the radio stations, and after a bit, he landed on Class 95FM, where the first six words that belted out were:
Feel the rain on your skin!
Yes Natasha Bedingfield's Unwritten. I stared at the pelting rain, remember HS's comments about spotting unintended puns, and Laughed Out Loud.
-awkward silence-
Then the cab driver gave me THE LOOK. Yes yes, that one. The one we reserve for people on buses who start talking loudly to themselves.
SIGH. I am a misunderstood teen.
Anyway. Here are a few "firsts" I promised myself I'll brag about.
Like how I went to Woodlands for the first time in my life and didn't get too hopelessly lost.
And how I successfully exchanged contacts (networking, y'all) with a cab driver (not the one who gave me the strange look) and noted it down in my new address book.
And the most brag-worthy 'first', how I ate a piece of lamb for the first time in my life at this *insert-very-long-german-name-that-I-can't-spell-but-has-the-word-'bier'-in-it* german restaurant.
Guess which piece was the above-mentioned lamb?
Oh and one last thing.
I got my happiness negg in the end. Very very ingenious. Thank you ((:
March 17, 2008 3:09 PM
The Men Just Don't Get It
It's time to set things straight.
We had a very interesting conversation during our "tuesday lunch on a monday" today. Shall not go into the juicy scandalous details for all and sundry to read, but a male colleague related a scenario that showed one thing: Men really just don't get it.
To make everything clearer (for you dunderheads!), here's the scenario. We'll name the guy Y and the girl he is "maybe-interested in" as X.
Y (in a bid to test X out): hey look, that girl's quite cute
X: Oh! Ask her out then, go for it!
At this point, Y (and all men out there) will take it an utter rejection and that X does not like him at all.
At this same point, all their good female friends will shout a huge NO in these men's faces and wonder to ourselves how the male specie can get so dense.
You see, the same way you were testing her out, she was testing you out as well. What she really wanted to hear was: Nah, I won't go after her. I like someone else already. *insert meaningful look*
And in all honesty, how else could she have reacted?
Option A: Say horrible things about the girl in question and say she's not pretty
She will come across as a major bitch to you and that's the last thing she wants to do.
Option B: Keep very quiet and turn into a jealous shade of purple
No way! She'd rather die than let you know her true feelings. Girls are very shy and would stop at nothing to hide what they feel.
Option C: Do what X did, encourage the guy, and pray for the best
This is obviously by far the best option. Not only do you get to hide your true feelings, you get to test the guy and gauge his reaction as well.
So you see, it's not that hard after all. Think through the options properly, and you might just get it... eventually.
We had a very interesting conversation during our "tuesday lunch on a monday" today. Shall not go into the juicy scandalous details for all and sundry to read, but a male colleague related a scenario that showed one thing: Men really just don't get it.
To make everything clearer (for you dunderheads!), here's the scenario. We'll name the guy Y and the girl he is "maybe-interested in" as X.
Y (in a bid to test X out): hey look, that girl's quite cute
X: Oh! Ask her out then, go for it!
At this point, Y (and all men out there) will take it an utter rejection and that X does not like him at all.
At this same point, all their good female friends will shout a huge NO in these men's faces and wonder to ourselves how the male specie can get so dense.
You see, the same way you were testing her out, she was testing you out as well. What she really wanted to hear was: Nah, I won't go after her. I like someone else already. *insert meaningful look*
And in all honesty, how else could she have reacted?
Option A: Say horrible things about the girl in question and say she's not pretty
She will come across as a major bitch to you and that's the last thing she wants to do.
Option B: Keep very quiet and turn into a jealous shade of purple
No way! She'd rather die than let you know her true feelings. Girls are very shy and would stop at nothing to hide what they feel.
Option C: Do what X did, encourage the guy, and pray for the best
This is obviously by far the best option. Not only do you get to hide your true feelings, you get to test the guy and gauge his reaction as well.
So you see, it's not that hard after all. Think through the options properly, and you might just get it... eventually.
Labels: musings
March 16, 2008 3:54 PM
"whoever said orange is the new pink is seriously disturbed"
The good thing about carrying four huge "shopping" bags with you is that, each time you enter a shop, the sales assistants will be swarming over you with smiles and oozing helpful vibes.
But what they don't know, is that two of them are psuedo-shopping-bags. They're actually the NUS and SMU bags, hidden between two large shoe bags (: New heels and wedges! Yay.
ANYHOW. Tuition in the morning went okay. Apart from being asked to teach my number one die-die-cannot-do chapter in Amath. (hello i need help with some questions i brought home!)
NUS open house with Michelle and Kelvin. NUS Law school knocked my (non-existent) socks off! I want to speak like them. They're gooood. (Also, that inner desire to be legally blonde; cross refer to blog title)
Look who I met today!
Katty Kat!
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Take two- we requested for a blur shot. Waha.
But what they don't know, is that two of them are psuedo-shopping-bags. They're actually the NUS and SMU bags, hidden between two large shoe bags (: New heels and wedges! Yay.
ANYHOW. Tuition in the morning went okay. Apart from being asked to teach my number one die-die-cannot-do chapter in Amath. (hello i need help with some questions i brought home!)
NUS open house with Michelle and Kelvin. NUS Law school knocked my (non-existent) socks off! I want to speak like them. They're gooood. (Also, that inner desire to be legally blonde; cross refer to blog title)
Look who I met today!
Katty Kat!
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Take two- we requested for a blur shot. Waha.
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Jo (((:.jpg)
Thank you mich for the pink scrunchy and earrings. Thank you kel for the smu things. Thank you kel for walking me from your home to the mrt. And thank you seniors for accompanying me on all the talks you're not interested in! ((:
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Oh, and I thought this shot was real cute ((:
March 15, 2008 9:06 AM
Junk Food Day
Today is self-proclaimed Junk Food Day.
Beats me why I went on a junk food spree when my poor gums are hurting (wisdom has its price, trust me), but I suppose it's due to the very bad and unhealthy influence from meiyue. heh.
- shoots evil look across the table-
Oh, she completely missed it. What a shame.
To be honest, it wasn't really that bad. The day's sins started with prata for breakfast. Then we consoled ourselves by saying hey, we won't have lunch after this. But like eve who ate the forbidden fruit, we ventured into forbidden territory.
Actually wait, UNLIKE eve who ate the forbidden fruit, we didn't eat fruits. We ate junk food.
But mind you, intentions were good. We set out to Junction 8 on an innocent trip to get an address book to convert ourselves into hotshot journalists ha ha. But that innocent trip turned not-so-innocent when we decided to just have some Tako-pachi balls.
Then meiyue suggested, let's have some nice corn soup from Mos burger.
Then, at the Mos counter:
"hey, let's buy a large fries to share"
"yeah, I was thinking the exact same thing"
There you go, self-proclaimed Junk Food Day. And if we stay up late at office, we might just end up dining on meiyue's cup noodles.
Okay. Time to change subject before I start feeling hungry with all the food talk.
Mum dragged me out of bed this morning to read the Saturday special. It was about the university crunch, but the first thought that crossed my mind when I saw the article was, phew. lucky we got out of posing for that photo. What an unglam shot!
However, mum soon blew all superficial thoughts out of my mind by asking me threes times in succession: "ARE YOU WORRIED?" "ARE YOU WORRIED?" "ARE YOU WORRIED?"
Mum obviously subscribes to the rule that repetition equals emphasis.
But honestly, I am getting rather worried. Not because there's a university crunch yada yada, but because it's been more than a week since the release of results and I haven't started on a SINGLE application. Nada. Zilch.
And no, it's not because I'm a damned slacker (uh huh I bet you were thinking that as I wrote the above paragraph) but because there's work everyday till funny hours, and after spending an entire day writing, who has the mood to write essays?
Bah. And this week's weekend is one day! Not two! Poor poor journalists. That said, I really enjoy my job though ((:
Also, impromptu dinners after work help liven up my very mundane existence. (No I do not mean that my dinner companion was interesting. I'm refering to the anger due to his indecent latecoming) Dinner with Kelvin yesterday at Fins, followed by drinks at Durty Nelly's (again, I hope that waitress doesn't remember me). Cranberry juice and orange yoghurt drink! Go figure. But thanks for the treat kel ((:
Oh and we bumped into Michelle and boyfriend. And the god-brother. Comments shall be reserved for Sunday. Heh.
And if I'm in a good mood, I may upload pictures when I get home tonight. But for now, I'm starting to get hungry...
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Beats me why I went on a junk food spree when my poor gums are hurting (wisdom has its price, trust me), but I suppose it's due to the very bad and unhealthy influence from meiyue. heh.
- shoots evil look across the table-
Oh, she completely missed it. What a shame.
To be honest, it wasn't really that bad. The day's sins started with prata for breakfast. Then we consoled ourselves by saying hey, we won't have lunch after this. But like eve who ate the forbidden fruit, we ventured into forbidden territory.
Actually wait, UNLIKE eve who ate the forbidden fruit, we didn't eat fruits. We ate junk food.
But mind you, intentions were good. We set out to Junction 8 on an innocent trip to get an address book to convert ourselves into hotshot journalists ha ha. But that innocent trip turned not-so-innocent when we decided to just have some Tako-pachi balls.
Then meiyue suggested, let's have some nice corn soup from Mos burger.
Then, at the Mos counter:
"hey, let's buy a large fries to share"
"yeah, I was thinking the exact same thing"
There you go, self-proclaimed Junk Food Day. And if we stay up late at office, we might just end up dining on meiyue's cup noodles.
Okay. Time to change subject before I start feeling hungry with all the food talk.
Mum dragged me out of bed this morning to read the Saturday special. It was about the university crunch, but the first thought that crossed my mind when I saw the article was, phew. lucky we got out of posing for that photo. What an unglam shot!
However, mum soon blew all superficial thoughts out of my mind by asking me threes times in succession: "ARE YOU WORRIED?" "ARE YOU WORRIED?" "ARE YOU WORRIED?"
Mum obviously subscribes to the rule that repetition equals emphasis.
But honestly, I am getting rather worried. Not because there's a university crunch yada yada, but because it's been more than a week since the release of results and I haven't started on a SINGLE application. Nada. Zilch.
And no, it's not because I'm a damned slacker (uh huh I bet you were thinking that as I wrote the above paragraph) but because there's work everyday till funny hours, and after spending an entire day writing, who has the mood to write essays?
Bah. And this week's weekend is one day! Not two! Poor poor journalists. That said, I really enjoy my job though ((:
Also, impromptu dinners after work help liven up my very mundane existence. (No I do not mean that my dinner companion was interesting. I'm refering to the anger due to his indecent latecoming) Dinner with Kelvin yesterday at Fins, followed by drinks at Durty Nelly's (again, I hope that waitress doesn't remember me). Cranberry juice and orange yoghurt drink! Go figure. But thanks for the treat kel ((:
Oh and we bumped into Michelle and boyfriend. And the god-brother. Comments shall be reserved for Sunday. Heh.
And if I'm in a good mood, I may upload pictures when I get home tonight. But for now, I'm starting to get hungry...
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Pictures!
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OH OH I CAN'T REMEMBER SECONDARY SCHOOL MATH SOMEBODY HELP ME PLEASE.
March 13, 2008 10:18 AM
a scoop of vanilla, please
Certain experiences today have taught me two things.
1) Women are all very jealous, possessive, petty and unreasonable creatures.
2) I am no different.
Point number one has to do with work matters, so I shall not elaborate. Point number two is personal, so I shall not elaborate either.
It's time to talk about something else.
Afternoon saw me and meiyue braving the heavy thunderstorm to walk all the way to kfc for lunch. It wasn't because we had a deep-seated craving for kfc; it was a deep-seated craving for some comfort talk. The last time we went there, we came out much happier after the heart-to-heart talk. So in a way, our brains have associated the place with that nice comforting feeling.
Today was no different. We took an indecently long two-and-a-half-hour lunch. But it felt good, 'cause we went back a lot happier.
An interesting conversation topic led us to the following conclusion:
Men are like ice-cream flavours.
That was followed by a series of laughter and a very detailed analysis of why the above statement rings true. Shall not go into detail, and I'll leave it up to your imagination to decipher.
Just one question though.
Have you ever tasted a spoonful of a flavour, chose to buy an entire scoop of another, got sick of it, and wished you bought the one you tasted in the first place?
1) Women are all very jealous, possessive, petty and unreasonable creatures.
2) I am no different.
Point number one has to do with work matters, so I shall not elaborate. Point number two is personal, so I shall not elaborate either.
It's time to talk about something else.
Afternoon saw me and meiyue braving the heavy thunderstorm to walk all the way to kfc for lunch. It wasn't because we had a deep-seated craving for kfc; it was a deep-seated craving for some comfort talk. The last time we went there, we came out much happier after the heart-to-heart talk. So in a way, our brains have associated the place with that nice comforting feeling.
Today was no different. We took an indecently long two-and-a-half-hour lunch. But it felt good, 'cause we went back a lot happier.
An interesting conversation topic led us to the following conclusion:
Men are like ice-cream flavours.
That was followed by a series of laughter and a very detailed analysis of why the above statement rings true. Shall not go into detail, and I'll leave it up to your imagination to decipher.
Just one question though.
Have you ever tasted a spoonful of a flavour, chose to buy an entire scoop of another, got sick of it, and wished you bought the one you tasted in the first place?
Labels: musings
March 12, 2008 3:39 PM
oh hello wise owl
AND so, after two entire days of excruciating pain (yes, I've warned you I exaggerate a lot), I've finally described the symptoms to mum and she has come up with a diagnosis:
I AM IN THE PROCESS OF WISENING UP.
Oh, and in case you're really daft and couldn't understand that, it means my lovely wisdom tooth is popping out. Poppity pop. Gosh, what bad timing.
When Dad heard that, he immediately said how nice if they popped out at the beginning of J1 year instead. That way, I'd be wiser, not take on so much "crap" (read: CCA in normal, non-parent talk) and gave him a nice platter of perfect straight As.
Funny how everything and anything can be linked to the A'levels. For me, on the other hand, being wise only reminded me of the song Can't help falling in love with you. Only because the first line goes like this:
Wise man says, only fools rush in
And the only reason that line has stuck in my head is becasue my dear Aneesa always exclaims that she really likes the song "Wise man says". (she really means: Can't help falling in love with you) Darling, I'd have you to know that songs aren't generally named after the first three words in the lyrics.
It suddenly struck me that if we follow Aneesa's rule of naming every song with the first three words in the lyrics, then "The National Dream" will soon be called "Building a family". Which, honest to goodness, makes us sound like a reproduction school which teaches ummm, reproducing.
mmmm sexy sexy greys.
Oh my. Excuse the brain drain. It is a very late (or early, depending) 2.40am now.
Though, metaphorically speaking, wisdom is associated to owls. And owls, as we all know, are supposed to be nocturnal right?
Oh but whatever. Goodnight.
I AM IN THE PROCESS OF WISENING UP.
Oh, and in case you're really daft and couldn't understand that, it means my lovely wisdom tooth is popping out. Poppity pop. Gosh, what bad timing.
When Dad heard that, he immediately said how nice if they popped out at the beginning of J1 year instead. That way, I'd be wiser, not take on so much "crap" (read: CCA in normal, non-parent talk) and gave him a nice platter of perfect straight As.
Funny how everything and anything can be linked to the A'levels. For me, on the other hand, being wise only reminded me of the song Can't help falling in love with you. Only because the first line goes like this:
Wise man says, only fools rush in
And the only reason that line has stuck in my head is becasue my dear Aneesa always exclaims that she really likes the song "Wise man says". (she really means: Can't help falling in love with you) Darling, I'd have you to know that songs aren't generally named after the first three words in the lyrics.
It suddenly struck me that if we follow Aneesa's rule of naming every song with the first three words in the lyrics, then "The National Dream" will soon be called "Building a family". Which, honest to goodness, makes us sound like a reproduction school which teaches ummm, reproducing.
mmmm sexy sexy greys.
Oh my. Excuse the brain drain. It is a very late (or early, depending) 2.40am now.
Though, metaphorically speaking, wisdom is associated to owls. And owls, as we all know, are supposed to be nocturnal right?
Oh but whatever. Goodnight.
Labels: musings
March 10, 2008 2:12 PM
heart on sleeve
The weekend's been overwhelming, what with working towards a miracle, putting up with tantrums from those (okay, one) whom I've disappointed, and coming to terms with my own let-down.
On the latter, I'm still working on it. I know I know, some people tell me I'm over-reacting. Others, upon hearing my grades start to congratulate me, until they see my rather surly expression. It's not that I'm kicking a big fuss over nothing, really, just that, I had expectations. High ones, and not once have I failed to meet them so spectacularly. It's a new experience. So please, pardon my drama-queenness.
Actually the biggest bug-bear at the moment is this whole uncertainity. Will I get into this? Will this work out? Do I still stand a chance?- are such haunting questions. Everything seems to be tethering on this delicate balance. What wouldn't I give to have that strong assurance I had in Secondary Two? I remember the day streaming results were to be released online. At the stroke of midnight, you had many rushing to the school system to check if it was out. I wasn't bothered. The next morning, when mum barged into my room at 7am to drag me out of bed to check my class posting, all I did was:
Open one eye, told her "I got top few in the level, do I really need to check to see if I got my first choice? No.", closed that same eye, dove under the covers and went back to sleep.
Now that, was one of the better moments in my life.
As for the tantrums, there's nothing I can do on my part. Except to hope that things will fade and time will heal all wounds. Hah. Double double entendre here, if you get what i mean.
And yes, I'm working towards a miracle. Maybe it's just a way to distract myself and pull myself out of depression, maybe it's something more. But whatever it is, it's working, just as hope always spurs people on. If there's that teeniest chance of a miracle, I want it to happen. To me. So to all those who tell me about realism, I appreciate it and I know where you're coming from. But at the same time, just let me dream once more okay? I'll promise not to neglect the safety nets if you promise to let me try.
It's a long shot. Perhaps alone, I might have given up already. Or maybe not done as much. But thank you for making everything seem so much less daunting ((:
The milk has been spilt. There's no point crying now. Just take a cloth, wipe the milk, and wring it back into the cup.
On the latter, I'm still working on it. I know I know, some people tell me I'm over-reacting. Others, upon hearing my grades start to congratulate me, until they see my rather surly expression. It's not that I'm kicking a big fuss over nothing, really, just that, I had expectations. High ones, and not once have I failed to meet them so spectacularly. It's a new experience. So please, pardon my drama-queenness.
Actually the biggest bug-bear at the moment is this whole uncertainity. Will I get into this? Will this work out? Do I still stand a chance?- are such haunting questions. Everything seems to be tethering on this delicate balance. What wouldn't I give to have that strong assurance I had in Secondary Two? I remember the day streaming results were to be released online. At the stroke of midnight, you had many rushing to the school system to check if it was out. I wasn't bothered. The next morning, when mum barged into my room at 7am to drag me out of bed to check my class posting, all I did was:
Open one eye, told her "I got top few in the level, do I really need to check to see if I got my first choice? No.", closed that same eye, dove under the covers and went back to sleep.
Now that, was one of the better moments in my life.
As for the tantrums, there's nothing I can do on my part. Except to hope that things will fade and time will heal all wounds. Hah. Double double entendre here, if you get what i mean.
And yes, I'm working towards a miracle. Maybe it's just a way to distract myself and pull myself out of depression, maybe it's something more. But whatever it is, it's working, just as hope always spurs people on. If there's that teeniest chance of a miracle, I want it to happen. To me. So to all those who tell me about realism, I appreciate it and I know where you're coming from. But at the same time, just let me dream once more okay? I'll promise not to neglect the safety nets if you promise to let me try.
It's a long shot. Perhaps alone, I might have given up already. Or maybe not done as much. But thank you for making everything seem so much less daunting ((:
The milk has been spilt. There's no point crying now. Just take a cloth, wipe the milk, and wring it back into the cup.
March 8, 2008 5:05 PM
drama queen
Today I walked into office, saw two stacks of namecards on my table, went over to Meiyue and burst into tears.
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There's such a bittersweet touch to it, don't you think?
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There's such a bittersweet touch to it, don't you think?
Labels: moods
March 7, 2008 4:45 PM
expectations
When I was in primary school, my teacher once said to me: Reach for the moon, because even if you miss, you'll fall among the stars.
She was right. But what she didn't tell us was that once you attempt to reach for the dazzling moon, the stars dim somewhat. And suddenly, being among the stars doesn't make you feel happy anymore.
The penny has dropped and it ain't pretty.
She was right. But what she didn't tell us was that once you attempt to reach for the dazzling moon, the stars dim somewhat. And suddenly, being among the stars doesn't make you feel happy anymore.
The penny has dropped and it ain't pretty.
jittery
HELLO I am blogging from work and I don't really know what to say except that i'm nervous/excited/scared and i'm having writer's block and my article is sounding very stupid thanks to that.
i am like writing a primary school essay. GAH.
okay this is a useless post. it is sunshiny today! we will make it through!
stay strong everyone!
i am like writing a primary school essay. GAH.
okay this is a useless post. it is sunshiny today! we will make it through!
stay strong everyone!
March 6, 2008 4:16 PM
adrenaline rush
Second pre-results breakdown. Same person, same cause, different words, same meaning. I don't really want to elaborate about it anymore.
Some happy thoughts before the scary anticipation part comes in. I played host to Jafnie at SPH today. (first han ern, now jaf, sph people must think all my friends are major himbos).
The BIM-to-my-BO executed a very exciting strip tease for the world at large.
Fully-clothed at first:
Boy-oh-boy:
NC-16!
Sultry Bim smile:
Ta-dah! Am I hot or what?
At this point, I suppose Hanern will be very excitedly shouting "WHAT!". Heh.
Now we move on to the scary anticipation part.
Actually I really don't know what to say. So I guess I'll simply type and let the words spill out. It's like after two years of studying (okay only six months of mugging), and another few months of waiting, judgement day has finally arrived.
Have we done enough? All those times we (ie chinablacks, winston-my-tuition-buddy, and other slackers out there) told ourselves to prove the world wrong, did we?
For all the times we;
stayed back in the library till late to study,
chose to sit at the long tables instead to concentrate better,
sat separately so we wouldn't distract each other,
head to the Oasis during lunch and breaks,
mugged like mad at the airport/expo,
spammed the tys as if it was our favourite past-time,
burned midnight oil just to finish up revision,
woke up at 4am to do last-minute cramming,
brought mugging work with us everywhere we went;
well done. and hopefully, all these will show tomorrow.
It's 1.30am. Haha, exactly 13 hours away.
Oh, and is ANYONE going for the UCL cocktail reception tomorrow, who are you going with and what are you wearing please tell me thank you very much.
Okay, I think I'll do the last-minute jitters post at work tomorrow.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUMSUM!
Some happy thoughts before the scary anticipation part comes in. I played host to Jafnie at SPH today. (first han ern, now jaf, sph people must think all my friends are major himbos).
The BIM-to-my-BO executed a very exciting strip tease for the world at large.
Fully-clothed at first:
Boy-oh-boy:
NC-16!
Sultry Bim smile:
Ta-dah! Am I hot or what?
At this point, I suppose Hanern will be very excitedly shouting "WHAT!". Heh.
Now we move on to the scary anticipation part.
Actually I really don't know what to say. So I guess I'll simply type and let the words spill out. It's like after two years of studying (okay only six months of mugging), and another few months of waiting, judgement day has finally arrived.
Have we done enough? All those times we (ie chinablacks, winston-my-tuition-buddy, and other slackers out there) told ourselves to prove the world wrong, did we?
For all the times we;
stayed back in the library till late to study,
chose to sit at the long tables instead to concentrate better,
sat separately so we wouldn't distract each other,
head to the Oasis during lunch and breaks,
mugged like mad at the airport/expo,
spammed the tys as if it was our favourite past-time,
burned midnight oil just to finish up revision,
woke up at 4am to do last-minute cramming,
brought mugging work with us everywhere we went;
well done. and hopefully, all these will show tomorrow.
It's 1.30am. Haha, exactly 13 hours away.
Oh, and is ANYONE going for the UCL cocktail reception tomorrow, who are you going with and what are you wearing please tell me thank you very much.
Okay, I think I'll do the last-minute jitters post at work tomorrow.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUMSUM!
Labels: work
March 5, 2008 5:09 PM
what i don't like
so the first pre-results breakdown happened. it wasn't even due to me scaring myself, but thanks to you and your predictions that i will "fail A'levels" and "i'd better start making preparations for retaking A's" no less.
sounds like what you said during promos. your confidence in me is overwhelming.
overwhelmingly little.
sounds like what you said during promos. your confidence in me is overwhelming.
overwhelmingly little.
Labels: moods
the fourth wednesday
IT seems that every wednesday post never fails to have one phrase in it: "The original plan was..."
The original plan was for the Chinablacks to meet at Orchard and cab down to Dempsey Hill for a dinner and drinks. Yes Dempsey Hill, that's the place where mum commented two weeks back, it's "too posh" for you and your friends to go there. Hum.
So we did meet at Orchard at first, and guess who were the early birds?.jpg)
Your usual suspects (:
But we didn't manage to prove mum wrong, because the plan changed (ha ha no surprise there) and we headed to PlazaSing (and wasted mrt fare because sumsum refused to listen to my pleas to walk since "it's quite near what!"). Then came the usual fickle decision-making over dinner venue:
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But we were not bad at all. Didn't take two entire hours to make a decision, in fact, we went to Thai Express almost immediately (well, the stomachs were wailing). Oh, and here's the unglam shot of Shubha at Thai Express, at the specific request of Sumsum. As promised, I will refrain from posting any unglam shots of her today. I cannot speak for next week though ;).jpg)
And to once again debunk our wild child myths, these pictures below were our greatest sin of the night. No prizes for guessing who influenced us to go for dessert!
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More pictures from Gelare:
We find it so hard to take a decent shot. No mojo sum!
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Take two:.jpg)
The opposite couple doesn't have much luck either:.jpg)
Thankfully, there's always Shubha and me with our photo-taking mojo..
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Presenting to you, 4/6 of the Chinablacks!.jpg)
And if case you didn't like the first one, here's take two for all of you to save into your coms (:.jpg)
Next wednesday, Dempsey Hill, 6/6 Chinablacks (yes kat, you'd better be there, like, finally), celebrating. (no shubha, we will not mourn. think positive darling)
March 4, 2008 4:33 PM
I AM PROUD OF MY TWIN
DEAR ALL, I WOULD LIKE TO BOAST THAT MY TWIN, aka CHANG aka HAN ERN aka FELLOW HOPE, HAS SCORED A WHOOPING 117 FOR THE TYPING TEST:
117 words
And as his twin, it's practically like I'm pro too.
*jumps arounds excitedly*
Oh wait, that does not bode well with CECG. Pretend i never did that.
;)
117 words
And as his twin, it's practically like I'm pro too.
*jumps arounds excitedly*
Oh wait, that does not bode well with CECG. Pretend i never did that.
;)
the big SEVEN-TEE-SIX
Things we do on Lazy Tuesdays
IT being a tuesday, and the sked not fully out, we had nothing to do in office- except entertain ourselves to the best of our abilities. I thought we entertained ourselves pretty well, but nevertheless, you can be the judge.
Meiyue wrote me a love letter during the meeting. Yes, a LOVE LETTER. I, Samantha Eng, have officially recieved my first love letter on 4th March 2008. From a girl. But that's besides the point, the point is THIS IS HISTORY-IN-THE-MAKING! One day, I'm going to be able to tell my great-great-grandchildren all about the love letter I received on a Lazy Tuesday morning.
The letter begins:
hello darling,
how are you? Such a cliched opening but really, I really do care, so... HOW ARE YOU? C'mon, gimme an honest answer beyond the typical 'I'm fine'. Look DEEP into your heart, examine your true heart's desire, look deep into my eyes (nb: I was sitting next to her at that point), and give me a real answer. HOW ARE YOU? Do you miss me darling? Do you think of me, as you lie tossing & turning in bed at night, longing for the sleep that eludes your ever so craftily. Do you think of me as much as I think of you? As I lie in bed at night, dreaming about dreaming of you? You know you miss me darling, as much as I miss you.
XOXO,
yours.
Very unfortunately, my reaction to my very first love letter will go down in history as:
*peals of laughter*
*guffaws*
"NC-16!!!"
If that wasn't good enough entertainment, afternoon saw Alex introducing this speed-typing test to me. And trust me, the process from flying fingers to jelly fingers was very exciting.
Alex said his speed is 57/min. Me being the horribly kiasu me, I had to meet that on my first attempt:
57 words
Meiyue wrote me a love letter during the meeting. Yes, a LOVE LETTER. I, Samantha Eng, have officially recieved my first love letter on 4th March 2008. From a girl. But that's besides the point, the point is THIS IS HISTORY-IN-THE-MAKING! One day, I'm going to be able to tell my great-great-grandchildren all about the love letter I received on a Lazy Tuesday morning.
The letter begins:
hello darling,
how are you? Such a cliched opening but really, I really do care, so... HOW ARE YOU? C'mon, gimme an honest answer beyond the typical 'I'm fine'. Look DEEP into your heart, examine your true heart's desire, look deep into my eyes (nb: I was sitting next to her at that point), and give me a real answer. HOW ARE YOU? Do you miss me darling? Do you think of me, as you lie tossing & turning in bed at night, longing for the sleep that eludes your ever so craftily. Do you think of me as much as I think of you? As I lie in bed at night, dreaming about dreaming of you? You know you miss me darling, as much as I miss you.
XOXO,
yours.
Very unfortunately, my reaction to my very first love letter will go down in history as:
*peals of laughter*
*guffaws*
"NC-16!!!"
If that wasn't good enough entertainment, afternoon saw Alex introducing this speed-typing test to me. And trust me, the process from flying fingers to jelly fingers was very exciting.
Alex said his speed is 57/min. Me being the horribly kiasu me, I had to meet that on my first attempt:
57 words
Then he said he hit 59. So I tried again.... to little success:
58 words
Then I got nervous and typed oh-so-slowly:
55 words
And then, I beat 59!
61 words
But this time, he said he hit his score of 62. So I tried again:
Bravo bravo! One more time:
65 words
Then Alex hit 66 words. And well, you know what happened next:
And again:68 words
Moral of the story: Samantha Eng is a typical kiasu Singaporean. BEWARE.
March 3, 2008 10:12 AM
the uncalled-for flurry of nerves
I just get this sickening whoooooop feeling in the pit of my stomach whenever I think of the impending results (which are 100% confirmed-plus-chop on Friday, sorry sumsum).
Which also means that I get the "sickening whooooop feeling" just about anytime and of the day. 24/7; because my dreams are plagued as well.
Even during today's morning swim (of 20 laps, haha kel you're not the only one who gets a leisurely 20-lap swim on a weekday), I was distracted thinking about it. And here I thought leisurely swims were supposed to clear one's mind.
Obviously not.
On a brighter note, here's your chicken rice. Considering chicken rice is on my "foods I don't like to eat" list, you'd better had enjoyed it doubly (:
Which also means that I get the "sickening whooooop feeling" just about anytime and of the day. 24/7; because my dreams are plagued as well.
Even during today's morning swim (of 20 laps, haha kel you're not the only one who gets a leisurely 20-lap swim on a weekday), I was distracted thinking about it. And here I thought leisurely swims were supposed to clear one's mind.
Obviously not.
On a brighter note, here's your chicken rice. Considering chicken rice is on my "foods I don't like to eat" list, you'd better had enjoyed it doubly (:
Oh heh, someone got the stamp of approval (:
don't ask.
Labels: musings
March 1, 2008 6:28 PM
of cats and dogs
Yesterday saw me leaving work at 12.30am for the fourth Saturday in a row. The bizzare thing is, clocking 14-hour work days is starting to feel normal. Ouch. My workaholic radar signals are giving out these loud blaring noises. Not good.
Last night was spent going around Singapore with Kevin (the photog) trying to get quotes and pictures from people. Comparing our reactions to some of the rude Singaporeans, I've come to realise that I do have quite a bit of the "peace-maker, let's not create trouble" attitude. (Let's not talk about the time I shouted at that PR guy) Despite the numerous brush-offs, I just smile and say thank you, and make faces only when I'm out of sight.
Last night was spent going around Singapore with Kevin (the photog) trying to get quotes and pictures from people. Comparing our reactions to some of the rude Singaporeans, I've come to realise that I do have quite a bit of the "peace-maker, let's not create trouble" attitude. (Let's not talk about the time I shouted at that PR guy) Despite the numerous brush-offs, I just smile and say thank you, and make faces only when I'm out of sight.
Anyway we were at Orchard first. Then we rushed down to Esplanade to take a picture of Michelle (where The Boyfriend did not bother saying hi to me. HE DIES.) Then we went outside an MRT station to find people, before finally finally heading to a heartland hawker center to search for the elusive older person. That was when I got a huge shock of my life when I turned back and saw Kelvin behind me! Heh. But thanks Kel for turning up even though it was so late (: You're a good fellow hot-club member!
Left office in very low spirits. Shall not elaborate because those who should know already know, and we'll keep it at that.
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Today was spent blading (as usual) at ECP with Kelvin. But it rained, so we ended up at lagoon eating. Look what I ate (and drank) for someone!
Okay so this was last week's request. While it wasn't the Laksa you wanted (I wanted to, but it was hard to carry a laksa bowl in blades) or the Chicken rice you wanted (you only told me that in the evening!), I made an effort to get these. So, be grateful ;)
Oh we went to the Career and Education Fair as well. The fair was nothing fantastic. It didn't feel relevant so well, don't visit the fair if you were planning to.
On a more interesting note, Mum has a "BGR conversation" with me just now. theBOY, if you're reading this, I finally (as you requested) told her that you're actually a guy. AND an ex-crush. Haha. She was pleasantly surprised, and I'm suitably shocked. Ah well, it figures. Humans are hard to read.
Goodnight.