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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April 29, 2008 4:42 PM
hi ben, where's jerry?
So we trooped down to United Square's B&J for some lovely free ice-cream. Haven't felt so excited for a long time. I seriously need to pump in some adrenaline to my rather monotonous life.
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At first when we reached there, there was not a single soul in queue. Felt that there was no kick, left to buy a book, and when we returned, voila! We were sixth in queue. Felt much better that there are other people who look more kiasu than us so we queued up behind happily. Within minutes though, the queue snaked like this:
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At first when we reached there, there was not a single soul in queue. Felt that there was no kick, left to buy a book, and when we returned, voila! We were sixth in queue. Felt much better that there are other people who look more kiasu than us so we queued up behind happily. Within minutes though, the queue snaked like this:
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Amazing. It was school hours and there were Raffles and Hwachong people there. No signs of grey! I always knew NJ students were more decent and sensible than to bunk class for a measly cone. Well done, juniors.
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Being sixth in queue, we got our ice-cream within a minute or two (((: BLISS!
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... complete the sentence?
So, there we were feeling rather smug that we got our free ice-cream within minutes of its launch when we got back to office. What happened next wiped the very smug smiles off our faces.
The entire SPH got a mini-tub of B&J Ice-cream each.
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Oh, talk about double whammy.
But hey, there's no such thing of too much of a good thing.
And ice-cream, fortunately, happens to be one of them (:
April 28, 2008 4:33 PM
you know you love me, xoxo
Am currently watching Gossip Girl because:
1) I'm bored
2) I need some brain-numbing activity
3) Everyone keeps raving about it
But I don't understand what's the hype all about. Seriously, the books were better. I bet you gossip girl addicts didn't read the books. I did, back in secondary school, and trust me, there's something about the books that's so much more engaging.
As with all book adaptions, some things just didn't turn out the way it's supposed to be:
S completely didn't meet expectations. She's supposed to look goddess-like, not girl-next-door.
J needs bigger boobs. Did you see how they described her in the books?
D is too good-looking. He's supposed to look like a loser.
Thumbs up though:
B and N look exactly how they should look like. Hot stuff, well done.
C looks creepy enough.
That's all I got from one episode. I'll update this if I see more surprising characters.
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On a completely different note, lunch at Holland V's Da Paolo was gooooood.
And talking into thin air is quite hilarious.
(:
1) I'm bored
2) I need some brain-numbing activity
3) Everyone keeps raving about it
But I don't understand what's the hype all about. Seriously, the books were better. I bet you gossip girl addicts didn't read the books. I did, back in secondary school, and trust me, there's something about the books that's so much more engaging.
As with all book adaptions, some things just didn't turn out the way it's supposed to be:
S completely didn't meet expectations. She's supposed to look goddess-like, not girl-next-door.
J needs bigger boobs. Did you see how they described her in the books?
D is too good-looking. He's supposed to look like a loser.
Thumbs up though:
B and N look exactly how they should look like. Hot stuff, well done.
C looks creepy enough.
That's all I got from one episode. I'll update this if I see more surprising characters.
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On a completely different note, lunch at Holland V's Da Paolo was gooooood.
And talking into thin air is quite hilarious.
(:
Labels: musings
April 27, 2008 4:56 PM
Because baby, you're my perfectly-cracked egg yolk
I cannot believe I took a whooping one hour and 45 minutes to get from my house to my tutee's place (read: Bedok to Circuit Road). The journey usually takes up to 40 minutes max, but for some inexplicable reason, I've been down on travelling luck of late.
Take yesterday for example, I took a cab to cover an event at Jurong. What should have been a 30 minutes ride from office to the event (read: SPH to Chinese Gardens) ended up taking more than an hour and a half. Passed by the accident at Adam Flyover, called back office to see if they wanted to cover the story, on them saying there was no need, I continued at my crawling pace to my event.
Taxi fare: Thirty-four dollars.
On the way back in the photog's car, we decided to avoid PIE in case the jam had not ceased, and travel via AYE instead. Murphy the daffy struck as we ended up crawling in a jam. Another accident, this time at Clementi. This time, it was exciting though, we ended up going down to the scene to cover the accident. It was exhilarating, when the police officer kept asking how we got there, and how we appeared so quickly. Not only a journalist, but a photog too. They must think ST is real efficient now :D
The story didn't run, but as with every experience, there are always learning points behind them. Some wise guy said, it is the journey (not the jam, mind you) that matters, not the destination. So, let's list down the points learnt shall we?
1) It is very exhilarating yet nerve-wrecking to be sitting in a car inching slowly towards the accident scene while you see blaring ambulances and police cars zooming past
2) Getting impatient and getting out of the car to walk there in the middle of a jam-packed expressway is not exactly easy.
3) Crossing the said jam-packed expressway to rush to the scence is another challenge too. Especially for a jay-walking hater. Nail-biting experience. Do journalists have life insurance?
4) Police officers are make very good eye candy.
Hah.
Anyway, today was spent having a daughter-father day with dad (: Dragged him to this steamboat buffet place near the DHL balloon entrance. It's quite good, $17,90 nett and it lasts from 12nn to 12mn! Can so imagine going there with mich and sitting forever. Rest of the day was spent shopping and blowing cash on four pairs of earrings and a Little Black Dress. Retail therapy for all that stress from life in general.
But despite the stress though (which has resulted in the far-from-perfect complexion, help), I sometimes get these sudden bouts of happiness. Ladidum. That's a good thing, isn't it? (:
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Take yesterday for example, I took a cab to cover an event at Jurong. What should have been a 30 minutes ride from office to the event (read: SPH to Chinese Gardens) ended up taking more than an hour and a half. Passed by the accident at Adam Flyover, called back office to see if they wanted to cover the story, on them saying there was no need, I continued at my crawling pace to my event.
Taxi fare: Thirty-four dollars.
On the way back in the photog's car, we decided to avoid PIE in case the jam had not ceased, and travel via AYE instead. Murphy the daffy struck as we ended up crawling in a jam. Another accident, this time at Clementi. This time, it was exciting though, we ended up going down to the scene to cover the accident. It was exhilarating, when the police officer kept asking how we got there, and how we appeared so quickly. Not only a journalist, but a photog too. They must think ST is real efficient now :D
The story didn't run, but as with every experience, there are always learning points behind them. Some wise guy said, it is the journey (not the jam, mind you) that matters, not the destination. So, let's list down the points learnt shall we?
1) It is very exhilarating yet nerve-wrecking to be sitting in a car inching slowly towards the accident scene while you see blaring ambulances and police cars zooming past
2) Getting impatient and getting out of the car to walk there in the middle of a jam-packed expressway is not exactly easy.
3) Crossing the said jam-packed expressway to rush to the scence is another challenge too. Especially for a jay-walking hater. Nail-biting experience. Do journalists have life insurance?
4) Police officers are make very good eye candy.
Hah.
Anyway, today was spent having a daughter-father day with dad (: Dragged him to this steamboat buffet place near the DHL balloon entrance. It's quite good, $17,90 nett and it lasts from 12nn to 12mn! Can so imagine going there with mich and sitting forever. Rest of the day was spent shopping and blowing cash on four pairs of earrings and a Little Black Dress. Retail therapy for all that stress from life in general.
But despite the stress though (which has resulted in the far-from-perfect complexion, help), I sometimes get these sudden bouts of happiness. Ladidum. That's a good thing, isn't it? (:
April 25, 2008 6:08 PM
hook, line, sinker.
I typed out the phrase I shall rant here about 5 minutes ago. Then I read my twin's rather funny post and suddenly forgot what I wanted to rant about.
Hum. Thank you Chang for being as hyper as me when you take drowsy medicine. It makes me happy to find that I'm not too strange after all.
And not to forget, the whole wearing watches on the right hand thing. Don't you just adore having a twin? It normalises and glamourises you somewhat.
Anyhow, I enjoyed playing detective, even if it meant lies aplenty and having a long pinochio nose. Not that my nose really grew longer, it is just a figure of speech mind you.
But wait, the new-born pimple on my nose grew. (Yes I have a pimple on my nose, I am normal like everyone else)
Hum, maybe that's what they meant by a longer nose.
Oh and I got accepted by NTU Mass Comm today.
Funny, I don't feel in the least bit excited.
Goodnight.
Hum. Thank you Chang for being as hyper as me when you take drowsy medicine. It makes me happy to find that I'm not too strange after all.
And not to forget, the whole wearing watches on the right hand thing. Don't you just adore having a twin? It normalises and glamourises you somewhat.
Anyhow, I enjoyed playing detective, even if it meant lies aplenty and having a long pinochio nose. Not that my nose really grew longer, it is just a figure of speech mind you.
But wait, the new-born pimple on my nose grew. (Yes I have a pimple on my nose, I am normal like everyone else)
Hum, maybe that's what they meant by a longer nose.
Oh and I got accepted by NTU Mass Comm today.
Funny, I don't feel in the least bit excited.
Goodnight.
April 24, 2008 4:39 PM
today i woke up and the sky was crying
Dear everybody,
please knock some sense into yours truly and turn me into someone less blunt, less frank and who gives more thought to the things that sprout out of my shooting mouth.
Many thanks.
I am like, the antithesis to perfect model answer trotters. It's as if I make it my mission in life to shock people.
hmphhh.
Actually.
Now that I mention it.
Maybe
I
do.
REBEL.
I am suddenly whisked back to my Chinese O'levels oral, THAT WAS WHEN IT ALL STARTED. This shooting mouth thing. Take a peek:
Examiners: Do you ever see your in Sylvester's shoes, trying to be a Singapore Idol?
Sam: Oh no, never.
Examiners: Why not?
Sam: Because, in such an industry one day you'll grow very very old.
- two examiners exchange glances because they're both rather old-
Sam: Then when you're old, you become super ugly.
- exchange more glances-
Sam: And when you're ugly, you can't earn any money!!!!
- finally notices and realises why they keep glancing at each other-
Sam: Err yes, so that's why.
Then there was the English prelim oral.
Teacher: Why don't you want to go visit your teacher's house for CNY?
Sam: Well, that's because ALL teachers are monsters!
- throws hands wide open-
Sam: uh, i meant. Sort of. You know.
-weak grin-
And there was today's s/p/h final interview, which I'm still feeling too raw to elaborate. But I unthinkingly insulted a very important person. And another one. And insulted myself quite a bit. Talked a lot of nonsense. And oh, what a funny question.
P: Are you romantic?
S: I'm not a guy, I don't have to be.
Oh look, I came across as sexist as well. What a great journalist I make. (but seriously I think i make a damn fine one ho!)
Anyway the reason why I was so high at the interview was probably because I was singing songs (out loud) to Melody while we were waiting our turn. The ceiling was very short, which prompted my spontaneous bursts of "Reach for the stars" and "I believe I can fly", while simultaneously jumping to touch the ceiling.
Sometimes I just wish I were a teeny weeny bit more normal. Hum.
On a less strange note:
I have too many emo songs in my ipod.
The sky's gloomy today.
Someone's leaving today.
No wonder.
I hate time zones.
Happy 17hour+++ journey. (Like GST)
Phone call time.
Goodbye.
please knock some sense into yours truly and turn me into someone less blunt, less frank and who gives more thought to the things that sprout out of my shooting mouth.
Many thanks.
I am like, the antithesis to perfect model answer trotters. It's as if I make it my mission in life to shock people.
hmphhh.
Actually.
Now that I mention it.
Maybe
I
do.
REBEL.
I am suddenly whisked back to my Chinese O'levels oral, THAT WAS WHEN IT ALL STARTED. This shooting mouth thing. Take a peek:
Examiners: Do you ever see your in Sylvester's shoes, trying to be a Singapore Idol?
Sam: Oh no, never.
Examiners: Why not?
Sam: Because, in such an industry one day you'll grow very very old.
- two examiners exchange glances because they're both rather old-
Sam: Then when you're old, you become super ugly.
- exchange more glances-
Sam: And when you're ugly, you can't earn any money!!!!
- finally notices and realises why they keep glancing at each other-
Sam: Err yes, so that's why.
Then there was the English prelim oral.
Teacher: Why don't you want to go visit your teacher's house for CNY?
Sam: Well, that's because ALL teachers are monsters!
- throws hands wide open-
Sam: uh, i meant. Sort of. You know.
-weak grin-
And there was today's s/p/h final interview, which I'm still feeling too raw to elaborate. But I unthinkingly insulted a very important person. And another one. And insulted myself quite a bit. Talked a lot of nonsense. And oh, what a funny question.
P: Are you romantic?
S: I'm not a guy, I don't have to be.
Oh look, I came across as sexist as well. What a great journalist I make. (but seriously I think i make a damn fine one ho!)
Anyway the reason why I was so high at the interview was probably because I was singing songs (out loud) to Melody while we were waiting our turn. The ceiling was very short, which prompted my spontaneous bursts of "Reach for the stars" and "I believe I can fly", while simultaneously jumping to touch the ceiling.
Sometimes I just wish I were a teeny weeny bit more normal. Hum.
On a less strange note:
I have too many emo songs in my ipod.
The sky's gloomy today.
Someone's leaving today.
No wonder.
I hate time zones.
Happy 17hour+++ journey. (Like GST)
Phone call time.
Goodbye.
Labels: musings
April 23, 2008 5:15 PM
tick-tock, goes the clock.
There's a lot of things to say but I don't know how to say them.
hum.
Left my lovely table of four months and six days to another spot among the very important people today. I miss miss miss my old corner. It's more stressful now, where I sit. But I guess I'll survive. No worries.
Interview tomorrow. I've decided to go in completely unprepared this time. It's come to a point where, I'm simply going to say things as it is. We'll see how it goes. Honesty is the best policy after all. One slight grouch though, mum says I'm quiet and moody whenever I get my period. Haha. And TIME mag once said that when a woman is having her period, she emits these unattractive, don't come near me vibes. Pooh. What bad timing.
Had dinner at Essential Brew at Holland Village. Yes, that was where we went to cry/talk/laugh after horrid PW grades last year, remember? Got my first birthday "cake" for the year and first birthday present as well. I'm not allowed to open the latter until May 22nd itself. Hum hum. Curiousity killed the cat. So I guess I'll listen to instructions dutifully then. Thank you ((:.jpg)
hum.
Left my lovely table of four months and six days to another spot among the very important people today. I miss miss miss my old corner. It's more stressful now, where I sit. But I guess I'll survive. No worries.
Interview tomorrow. I've decided to go in completely unprepared this time. It's come to a point where, I'm simply going to say things as it is. We'll see how it goes. Honesty is the best policy after all. One slight grouch though, mum says I'm quiet and moody whenever I get my period. Haha. And TIME mag once said that when a woman is having her period, she emits these unattractive, don't come near me vibes. Pooh. What bad timing.
Had dinner at Essential Brew at Holland Village. Yes, that was where we went to cry/talk/laugh after horrid PW grades last year, remember? Got my first birthday "cake" for the year and first birthday present as well. I'm not allowed to open the latter until May 22nd itself. Hum hum. Curiousity killed the cat. So I guess I'll listen to instructions dutifully then. Thank you ((:
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Ps. I liked the hair too ;)
haii though.
Labels: musings
April 22, 2008 6:28 PM
How to survive that damned lonely lunch
A couple of months back, a friend asked me to blog about the self-concious feeling of eating alone. Seeing that I felt the same way, I agreed, but decided to wait till I have another feel of eating alone before I write about the fateful experience.
Now, two months later, I finally did.
If you're one of those who is going What? Took you so long to eat alone? But isn't it perfectly natural? Go away. This post is not for you with zero insecurities and complete lack of self-conciousness (beeech, i tell you). Ok, you've had your laugh of besting yours truly- and every other reader who is continuing with this post- now SCOOT.
If you're one of those who go Oh I completely know how you feel. Perfectto. Join the club darling. We treat you real nice in here, I promise.
Now why exactly is eating alone a big boo-boo in the eyes of clubmembers?
1. According the the CECG, doing anything alone is simply unglam
2. You look like you have no friends
3. You must be very irritating that's why you have no friends
4. Or maybe you're just a pig/glutton/gross eater
5. You have issues
6. All of number 2,3,4,5,6. (Like a certain someone we know)
But all is not lost even if you find yourself in that very damnable position of eating alone. Just follow what I did today and you'll survive. Barely, but nevertheless, alive. (please ignore the unintentional rhyme thankyouverymuch)
Was at the heart of town (yes orchard, where being seen alone is notoriously unacceptable) this afternoon for an interview. Needed to lunch before heading back to office, so I messaged my very glam twin Chang, to ask him out for a glam lunch with me. Unluckily, his handphone decided to be unglam and naughty today, so the plan fell through.
The verdict: Lonely Lunchtime.
But a few tactics here and there helped to lessen the blow. Tactic #1: Choose a place where you are most unlikely to bump into anyone you know. For example, in today's case at Orchard, I could choose so many places to have lunch at, but knowing full well that there's a chance of bumping into someone I know (with a bunch of friends of course) and suffering a lifetime of humiliation every time you see him/her. So, after much deliberation, I chose to lunch alone at a coffeeshop inside Lucky Plaza. What are the chances of bumping into someone I know there? Practically zilch (apart from maybe kat who couldn't care less ha ha).
Tactic #2: Choose your seat wisely. Even in that ulu little place you've chosen, what happens IF someone you know does pop up there? This is why you must choose a place as far away from public eye as possible. Today, even though I saw a very nice and clean four seater table available, I ignored it and made a beeline for this small, dark, uncleared one seater table right in the corner. I even sat down facing the wall. Which worked really well, cos no acquaintance/friend came to tap me on the shoulder. Brilliant work sam(:
Tactic #3: Whip out your handphone and start calling/smsing while you eat. This is to show you actually do have friends. Enough said, but it really works, trust me. Increases self-esteem too.
So you see darlings, eating alone is survivable. It just takes considerable effort on your part. But so worth it, don't you think?
Till next time then.
Now, two months later, I finally did.
If you're one of those who is going What? Took you so long to eat alone? But isn't it perfectly natural? Go away. This post is not for you with zero insecurities and complete lack of self-conciousness (beeech, i tell you). Ok, you've had your laugh of besting yours truly- and every other reader who is continuing with this post- now SCOOT.
If you're one of those who go Oh I completely know how you feel. Perfectto. Join the club darling. We treat you real nice in here, I promise.
Now why exactly is eating alone a big boo-boo in the eyes of clubmembers?
1. According the the CECG, doing anything alone is simply unglam
2. You look like you have no friends
3. You must be very irritating that's why you have no friends
4. Or maybe you're just a pig/glutton/gross eater
5. You have issues
6. All of number 2,3,4,5,6. (Like a certain someone we know)
But all is not lost even if you find yourself in that very damnable position of eating alone. Just follow what I did today and you'll survive. Barely, but nevertheless, alive. (please ignore the unintentional rhyme thankyouverymuch)
Was at the heart of town (yes orchard, where being seen alone is notoriously unacceptable) this afternoon for an interview. Needed to lunch before heading back to office, so I messaged my very glam twin Chang, to ask him out for a glam lunch with me. Unluckily, his handphone decided to be unglam and naughty today, so the plan fell through.
The verdict: Lonely Lunchtime.
But a few tactics here and there helped to lessen the blow. Tactic #1: Choose a place where you are most unlikely to bump into anyone you know. For example, in today's case at Orchard, I could choose so many places to have lunch at, but knowing full well that there's a chance of bumping into someone I know (with a bunch of friends of course) and suffering a lifetime of humiliation every time you see him/her. So, after much deliberation, I chose to lunch alone at a coffeeshop inside Lucky Plaza. What are the chances of bumping into someone I know there? Practically zilch (apart from maybe kat who couldn't care less ha ha).
Tactic #2: Choose your seat wisely. Even in that ulu little place you've chosen, what happens IF someone you know does pop up there? This is why you must choose a place as far away from public eye as possible. Today, even though I saw a very nice and clean four seater table available, I ignored it and made a beeline for this small, dark, uncleared one seater table right in the corner. I even sat down facing the wall. Which worked really well, cos no acquaintance/friend came to tap me on the shoulder. Brilliant work sam(:
Tactic #3: Whip out your handphone and start calling/smsing while you eat. This is to show you actually do have friends. Enough said, but it really works, trust me. Increases self-esteem too.
So you see darlings, eating alone is survivable. It just takes considerable effort on your part. But so worth it, don't you think?
Till next time then.
Labels: musings
April 21, 2008 5:34 PM
Why I think my mum is strange
Mum: Have you ever tried kissing?
Sam: *splutters*
-Silence while I give her the why-the-heck-are-you-asking-me-this look-
Mum: Well, I'll take that as a no. Weird. Don't people think you're lao tu and uncool? I would think so.
Okay mum, please don't spring surprises on me like that. I might get a heart attack one day. Now pick a persona and stick with it. Overprotective and strict? Or liberal and happy-go-lucky?
Sam: *splutters*
-Silence while I give her the why-the-heck-are-you-asking-me-this look-
Mum: Well, I'll take that as a no. Weird. Don't people think you're lao tu and uncool? I would think so.
Okay mum, please don't spring surprises on me like that. I might get a heart attack one day. Now pick a persona and stick with it. Overprotective and strict? Or liberal and happy-go-lucky?
Labels: musings
April 20, 2008 3:42 PM
Take to the sky
Had a very lovely time with my very lovely dajie today. It was really good; just talking, eating, cooking, laughing, camwhoring and flying. Felt like the old times. Thanks for such a great day dajie!
The above-mentioned lovely Michelle, aka belated birthday girl. I really hope everything works out fine for you and if you ever need me, you know I'm just a ring away (:
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Us and our cam-whoring.. with normal smiles:
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Us and out cam-whoring... with constipated expressions trying to act cute. (We fail terribly, we know)
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We went to Marina Square's Yuki and Yaki buffet for lunch. Went in at 1.3opm, being attracted by the sign that said the buffet lasts till 5pm. I remember thinking to myself, nah we won't stay that long.
Guess what time we left the restaurant? 5.15pm. We are such pigs. (prettyintelligentgirls)
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The toppings:
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If I fall backwards....
The above-mentioned lovely Michelle, aka belated birthday girl. I really hope everything works out fine for you and if you ever need me, you know I'm just a ring away (:
Us and our cam-whoring.. with normal smiles:
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Us and out cam-whoring... with constipated expressions trying to act cute. (We fail terribly, we know)
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We went to Marina Square's Yuki and Yaki buffet for lunch. Went in at 1.3opm, being attracted by the sign that said the buffet lasts till 5pm. I remember thinking to myself, nah we won't stay that long.
Guess what time we left the restaurant? 5.15pm. We are such pigs. (prettyintelligentgirls)
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But it really wasn't because we were too busy stuffing our mouths with food. We were busy playing with the D.I.Y IceCream. Fascinating stuff, take a look.
The liquid thing that turns into icecream when we cook it:
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The toppings:
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The poser cook:
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The REAL cook (heh):
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Our failed first attempt at chocolate ice-cream making:
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The miserable result:
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Second attempt at green tea icecream!
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Watch the pro at work!
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Ta-dah, looks more like icecream than the choc flakes? ((:
Oh masterpiece!
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I am LOVED! (((((:.jpg)
After the very full and satisfying lunch, headed down the Singapore Flyer for a ride. Here I would like to mention that this is why being press rocks. Got free flyer tickets and official launch invites sent to my table thanks to the Flyer article I did a few months back. Times like this, I really do like PRs (((: Anyway, since I got the tickets, I decided to surprise my dajie with a ride up the flyer!
The day view (will want to go back there at night one day)
Mich and I
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We were reaallly high up...
I'm flyinggggg!
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Posing in the capsule
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When we were the highest capsule up there!
More camwhorage up in the sky
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The two of us!
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If I fall backwards....
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Singapore Flyer ((:
Whee.
April 19, 2008 7:46 PM
Once Bitten Twice Shy
Didn't recieve the NUS Law letter.
Life pretty much stinks right now.
Although some things do make up for it. Like this scrabulous massacre over here, where the name of the poor opponent has been blanked out to save him some face. Hoho.
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Then, lunch-time conversation about only-childs (me and CW) showed that all only-childs share the same traits. We:
1) cannot share
2) are very possessive
3) are easily jealous
4) have commitment phobia
5) like to be alone (although it may not appear so)
6) need a lot of personal space
In short, we sound like horrible people. But I guess that's just the way it is. Don't try to change us!
Oh, and in the process of making michelle's present, I've come to realise that handmade presents are really the ones that matter the most. Come to think of it, all my handmade presents (even if it is just a card) are displayed nicely in my cabinet for me to look at daily. The bought presents? They're mostly relegated to this cupboard I term as my "presents cupboard" and left there to make the accquaintance of other fellow presents.
It's the thought that counts then. Hope you like your present dajie (:
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Life pretty much stinks right now.
Although some things do make up for it. Like this scrabulous massacre over here, where the name of the poor opponent has been blanked out to save him some face. Hoho.
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Then, lunch-time conversation about only-childs (me and CW) showed that all only-childs share the same traits. We:
1) cannot share
2) are very possessive
3) are easily jealous
4) have commitment phobia
5) like to be alone (although it may not appear so)
6) need a lot of personal space
In short, we sound like horrible people. But I guess that's just the way it is. Don't try to change us!
Oh, and in the process of making michelle's present, I've come to realise that handmade presents are really the ones that matter the most. Come to think of it, all my handmade presents (even if it is just a card) are displayed nicely in my cabinet for me to look at daily. The bought presents? They're mostly relegated to this cupboard I term as my "presents cupboard" and left there to make the accquaintance of other fellow presents.
It's the thought that counts then. Hope you like your present dajie (:
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Labels: musings
April 18, 2008 4:59 PM
Why 18 is a special number (apart from me being 18)
Am feeling sleepy, but will still blog because today's an important date.
1) It marks the four month anniversary of my love-hate relationship with sph. Applause and pats on the back will be much appreciated at this juncture. But nevertheless, happy four months (:
2) It is my lovely dajie's 20th birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICHELLE!
3) My new baby cousin who has yet to be named, was born at 0458.
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Apart from the very important date, I'm here to ramble on about more grandmother stories yet again. Like how for the first time in my life, I read the street directory and provided directions to the person driving the car. And the bigger shocker: we got to the place we wanted successfully.
I always knew that deep down inside, I have an inherent GOOD sense of direction.
Never mind that just now when I saw the bus 13 that will take me from Braddell to Parkway, I sprinted after it in heels... without realising that it was headed in the wrong direction only after three stops. But but but it's a complete fluke, really.
Anyway, just so you know, bus 13 is the worst possible bus to take when you're tired and just want a peaceful ride home. You have -insert your own word- people who smell and talk very loudly and spit salivia onto you as they speak. It's disgusting.
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On a more sombre note, I don't know what to do when a mancries tears up in front of me. Went to a childcare centre with a photog today to do a HFMD story. We were playing with the kids very happily, so I (stupidly) asked him if he has any kids of his own. Dramatic scene began until he finally confided in me that his 10-year-old son has cerebral palsy. The boy was wrongly diagnosed as a HFMD case 7 years ago, and that mistake turned out to be a costly one. A damned heartwrenching story. Makes me wonder why people want to be doctors at all. Imagine the guilt attached to it.
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Oh and I would like to drive home the fact that I'm really bad at deciding. For me, every decision is derived from two methods: 1) The Bubblegum Method and 2) Pros and Cons chart.
The Bubblegum Method: This is where (if you've seen me) I chant a little bubblegum rhyme to choose between options. Perfect for simple, easy, non-life-changing decisions such as where to eat, or Physics MCQs. Success rate: ummm. Go figure.
Pros and Cons chart: Is not as easy as it seems. Because I don't just list the pros and cons of each, I give each point a weightage too. For example, Pro: Distance away from school (30g) Con: No hot guys in the school (10g). So in this case, the pro outweigh the con, get it get it? Best used for difficult life changing decisions, such as which school to choose, or should I take up DSA. Success rate: You never know if the alternative route was better.
But somehow, when it comes to the matters of the heart, neither way seems feasible. Bummer double bummer.
Okay, to end off happily though. Guess what Dad said when he pointed to a WAREHOUSE brochure on my table?
"At home, lah!"
1) It marks the four month anniversary of my love-
2) It is my lovely dajie's 20th birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICHELLE!
3) My new baby cousin who has yet to be named, was born at 0458.
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Apart from the very important date, I'm here to ramble on about more grandmother stories yet again. Like how for the first time in my life, I read the street directory and provided directions to the person driving the car. And the bigger shocker: we got to the place we wanted successfully.
I always knew that deep down inside, I have an inherent GOOD sense of direction.
Never mind that just now when I saw the bus 13 that will take me from Braddell to Parkway, I sprinted after it in heels... without realising that it was headed in the wrong direction only after three stops. But but but it's a complete fluke, really.
Anyway, just so you know, bus 13 is the worst possible bus to take when you're tired and just want a peaceful ride home. You have -insert your own word- people who smell and talk very loudly and spit salivia onto you as they speak. It's disgusting.
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On a more sombre note, I don't know what to do when a man
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Oh and I would like to drive home the fact that I'm really bad at deciding. For me, every decision is derived from two methods: 1) The Bubblegum Method and 2) Pros and Cons chart.
The Bubblegum Method: This is where (if you've seen me) I chant a little bubblegum rhyme to choose between options. Perfect for simple, easy, non-life-changing decisions such as where to eat, or Physics MCQs. Success rate: ummm. Go figure.
Pros and Cons chart: Is not as easy as it seems. Because I don't just list the pros and cons of each, I give each point a weightage too. For example, Pro: Distance away from school (30g) Con: No hot guys in the school (10g). So in this case, the pro outweigh the con, get it get it? Best used for difficult life changing decisions, such as which school to choose, or should I take up DSA. Success rate: You never know if the alternative route was better.
But somehow, when it comes to the matters of the heart, neither way seems feasible. Bummer double bummer.
Okay, to end off happily though. Guess what Dad said when he pointed to a WAREHOUSE brochure on my table?
"At home, lah!"
Labels: birthday wishes, musings, work
April 16, 2008 6:09 PM
Wednesdays with the Chinablacks Part 6
Hello world, before I begin my extremely long and jampacked post, please do not be deceived by the post title thinking that this will be an simple read about an outing with my five lovely darlings.
Because it is not. Rather, it is yet another rambling (I have good reason this time, much has happened today!) post where I spin grandmother story after grandmother story. Apologies in advance. But then again, I know deep down inside, you get a kick outta reading such whimsical nonsense right? I know you do. So yeah whatever, scratch that earlier apology (:
Okay. We'll start from the worst to the best.
1.
You know what's really annoying? I'm supposed to search for cheap hawkers around Singapore and when I trawl the forums, the one place that everyone recommends is the hawker centre AT MY HOUSE. Which, in normal circumstances, would be great right? WRONG.
The hawker centre closed down as of two weeks ago. I am currently desperate and miserable. What luck.
2.
But I'll tell you what's even more annoying. Wore my new pair of heels from U.R.S today it hurts like hell twice over. Just yesterday, I was laughing away happily at the Straight Talk article when Jeremy spoke of the movie Teeth, where paris hilton bites michael jackson (note: PH and MJ are code words). Today when my own shoe bit my feet (only feet mind you, not THAT vital part of the body coughcough), I didn't laugh one bit. Oh karma!
3.
The reactions over my scholarship article worry me. Just last week the doctor I interviewed commented that I had a very good complexion. Snorts, he should see me this week then. Stress pimples are popping out and they only serve to... make me more stressed. It's a vicious cycle, really.
4.
So much for looking younger than my age. Today the PR I worked with thought I was a permanent staff (at least 24 years old right), the doctor I interviewed asked if this was my second job and how many years have I worked on this job, AND this 20-year-old photog intern thought I was a 20-something-year-old perm staff as well. You should have seen his eyes when I told him "eh bro, I'm younger than you". They popped out like nobody's business. HAHA.
Okay, now pass me that anti-ageing cream.
5.
SMU Law interview. The test was a complete look-around-at-other-people-in-the-same-boat-and-give-a-striken-expression sort of test. Except... the rest were writing furiously and i was the only one emitting that stricken look. Dang dang double dang. Was I the only one who thought the questions were crazy?
But at least interview topic was interesting. But we didn't really say what they wanted. Ouch.
Ask me if you wanna know the train wreck questions.
6.
Karma (again) does bite you. This is the result of laughing too much at sumsum's unglam shots and coming up with the Shrek joke. Presenting to you, very unglam photos of our very own Shubha Mahawar. Enjoy (:
"hey! are you taking an unglam shot of me!"
"ooh i need to make my hair pretty!"
Because it is not. Rather, it is yet another rambling (I have good reason this time, much has happened today!) post where I spin grandmother story after grandmother story. Apologies in advance. But then again, I know deep down inside, you get a kick outta reading such whimsical nonsense right? I know you do. So yeah whatever, scratch that earlier apology (:
Okay. We'll start from the worst to the best.
1.
You know what's really annoying? I'm supposed to search for cheap hawkers around Singapore and when I trawl the forums, the one place that everyone recommends is the hawker centre AT MY HOUSE. Which, in normal circumstances, would be great right? WRONG.
The hawker centre closed down as of two weeks ago. I am currently desperate and miserable. What luck.
2.
But I'll tell you what's even more annoying. Wore my new pair of heels from U.R.S today it hurts like hell twice over. Just yesterday, I was laughing away happily at the Straight Talk article when Jeremy spoke of the movie Teeth, where paris hilton bites michael jackson (note: PH and MJ are code words). Today when my own shoe bit my feet (only feet mind you, not THAT vital part of the body coughcough), I didn't laugh one bit. Oh karma!
3.
The reactions over my scholarship article worry me. Just last week the doctor I interviewed commented that I had a very good complexion. Snorts, he should see me this week then. Stress pimples are popping out and they only serve to... make me more stressed. It's a vicious cycle, really.
4.
So much for looking younger than my age. Today the PR I worked with thought I was a permanent staff (at least 24 years old right), the doctor I interviewed asked if this was my second job and how many years have I worked on this job, AND this 20-year-old photog intern thought I was a 20-something-year-old perm staff as well. You should have seen his eyes when I told him "eh bro, I'm younger than you". They popped out like nobody's business. HAHA.
Okay, now pass me that anti-ageing cream.
5.
SMU Law interview. The test was a complete look-around-at-other-people-in-the-same-boat-and-give-a-striken-expression sort of test. Except... the rest were writing furiously and i was the only one emitting that stricken look. Dang dang double dang. Was I the only one who thought the questions were crazy?
But at least interview topic was interesting. But we didn't really say what they wanted. Ouch.
Ask me if you wanna know the train wreck questions.
6.
Karma (again) does bite you. This is the result of laughing too much at sumsum's unglam shots and coming up with the Shrek joke. Presenting to you, very unglam photos of our very own Shubha Mahawar. Enjoy (:
"hey! are you taking an unglam shot of me!"
"ooh i need to make my hair pretty!"
Spastic grin
Another spastic grin
THE CLINCHER
7.
Finally, to end off with the nicest thing of the day. Outing with the Chinablacks. Spent the night dinnering at this Indian place called Chutney's and ending off with NOT a dessert, but sitting outside Ngee Ann City enjoying the night air and fountain.
Conversation of the night included (a whole lot) of SFF, my hopeless overseas situation, and - the funniest of the night- how we are planning to make sure matchmake (?)Kat before heading for the US. We needed to shortlist a guy (actually just his michael jackson would do) for the job and like the way we approach every physics MCQ question (because we don't know the answer), we do it by elimination. In this case, we list the worst possible choice first and make our way to the top.
Chinese men made it to one of the worst possible choices thanks to the following (embarassing but it cracked us up so fineee) conversation.
Sam: Hey Kat, go get a Chinese guy!
Sum: Oh my lord, no she can't.
Sam: Why not!
Sum: Well if what you said about Chinese men not liking boobs is true, then Kat obviously cannot sleep with a Chinese man. I mean, if your CHINESE colleagues think you're busty -insert skeptical cough here- what is Kat man? An explosion?
Kat: Yeah, like hanging everywhere -insert funny actions-
Sum: They'll go, woah. WHAT ARE THOSE?!
HAHAHA. Chinese guys better clarify their stand before they lose lovely potential (and well-endowed) girls like Kat ((:
Okay and finally pictures. Don't forget to check out Shubha's eyes in the first shot.
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Goodnight.
April 14, 2008 4:35 PM
4 meals, 5849320482 smelly boys, and a plan
Most people would be surprised to hear me say this, but I am actually a very pessimistic person.
Sure, I smile a lot, laugh a whole lot more, and generally enjoy making the people around me laugh. But when it comes to the crunch, that glass is still undeniably half-empty.
Which is why, I'm constantly afraid, constantly insecure and constantly imagining the worst-case scenrios. Sorry to all those who have put up with my incessant worries.
But I digress. This post is supposed to be another one of those "I-really-think-the-whole-world-wants-to-read-every-detail-of-my-day" posts. - Adds narcissistic smile here-
Treated mum to lunch at this restaurant along East Coast which she has been dying to try out, since there are always hordes of people queuing outside the place. It's called Aston's Specialities, and apparently has rather good reviews from papers and so forth.
Mum...
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... and her food
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... and my food
But the restaurant didn't live up to expectations at all. Left the place feeling unsatisfied and disappointed... which we made up for by camwhoring (yes, i've brought that evil influence to my family members since phuket days) and Katong Laksa some hours later.
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Sure, I smile a lot, laugh a whole lot more, and generally enjoy making the people around me laugh. But when it comes to the crunch, that glass is still undeniably half-empty.
Which is why, I'm constantly afraid, constantly insecure and constantly imagining the worst-case scenrios. Sorry to all those who have put up with my incessant worries.
But I digress. This post is supposed to be another one of those "I-really-think-the-whole-world-wants-to-read-every-detail-of-my-day" posts. - Adds narcissistic smile here-
Treated mum to lunch at this restaurant along East Coast which she has been dying to try out, since there are always hordes of people queuing outside the place. It's called Aston's Specialities, and apparently has rather good reviews from papers and so forth.
Mum...
... and her food
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... and my food
But the restaurant didn't live up to expectations at all. Left the place feeling unsatisfied and disappointed... which we made up for by camwhoring (yes, i've brought that evil influence to my family members since phuket days) and Katong Laksa some hours later.
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Anyway, changed my hp plan today but didn't sign on the contract (so i miss out the best deals AND a new phone dang) because I'm still clinging on to the hope of getting overseas (snorts). But but, I now get free incoming so ANYONE CAN CALL ME NOW AND I PROMISE NOT TO BE SO DAO!
Yay.
Got home and found out that Dad got a new phone from work. Pooh. I shall not be jealous.
Oh and I almost forgot to mention the pesky smelly boys from a certain all-boys catholic school in the East who contributed to the air and noise pollution on the upper deck of bus service 12 today.
Not only that, they rated cringe-o-meter 10/10, as they (at the top of their lungs) discussed about the "two tkgs girls at the bus stop" (juniors wor!) and practised different methods of asking a girl for her number.
If you're one of the abovementioned boys, my advice is go take a bathe (you stink), stop thinking about girls (they won't give you their numbers anyway) and shut your trap next time you're on a bus.
Goodnight.
April 13, 2008 12:17 PM
SMU Law Interview: Please bring along a passport-sized photograph
That got me into a little dither at first, as I racked my brains to remember if I have any photos left. But today's (horrible) packing brought silver linings in the form of these:
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Aww look, I'm spoilt for choice. Which one? ((((:
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Aww look, I'm spoilt for choice. Which one? ((((:
April 12, 2008 4:07 PM
ccm says, i should name this p.ntu.
With reference to the blog title, no offence to those p.ntu students who study on the ulu island. I don't mean to poke fun at you. If anything, blame him not me. I didn't come up with it (:
Interview came and went without much excitement. Saw many familiar faces, but the most hilarious one was the first person I met while at the registration booth.
Barely five seconds after I reached the school...
Hairless guy: Hi Sam
- stares for three whole seconds wondering if I know this person-
Sam: Omg, hi... Alex. Ermm, nice hair?
HAHA OMG. NS should be renamed Extreme Makeover! Hairless people look so different!
Anyway written test went okay. Kudos and big thank you to the positive influences around me (hello, I've realised working in journalism is good for these things cos you simply pick up infomation along the way) and thanks to Melody who must be given credit for two questions!
My favourite question of the day:
Which paper is not run by Singapore Press Holdings?
A. Today
B. New Paper
C. Business Times
D. my paper
If I got that wrong I ought to shoot myself.
Interview was... very uninterview-ish. There were 11 of us, which was apparently more than expected. Entered the place at 1415, but the next batch was due at 1430, so each of us had.. a minute or so to talk? Very orientation-intro-yourself-ish and fairly relaxed. Good thing, I suppose(: All I did was hand over my portfolio and my interview was fairly done.
Was with Samantha Loke for the interview and before that we had a funny scenario all planned out:
Interviewer: Please introduce yourself.
Sam: Hi, I'm Samantha from NJC.
Sam: Wait a minute, I'M Samantha from NJC.
Sam: No I AM!
Sam: Why are you trying to steal my identity?!
Interviewer: Huh?!
The reality:
Interviewer: Next, Samantha?
Sam and Sam simultaneously: Which Samantha?
Interview: Hmm?
Sam and Sam: We're both Samanthas and we're both from NJC!
Interviewer: Oh wow. You guys must get this a lot then.
Anyhow. Swensens-ed with Sam Loke at Jurong Point (another place to add to my been-there list) where we had sinful ice cream and fries. Talked about University things, and I'm feeling this urge to go overseas again. Yes, being down-to-earth is one thing, but I just hate not getting what I want. Yes, the only child spoilt brat theory. Mehh.
How now pink hamsters? I don't know what to do.
On a less glum note, shopping at City Hall afterwards yielded a top (Miss Selfridge) and new heels (U.R.S). I need to stop this retail therapy treatment. My credit card's feeling the heat :(
Goodnight, and sorry for the post that verges on I-think-the-whole-world-wants-to-read-about-my-entire-day style.
I'm in a blabbering mood.
Interview came and went without much excitement. Saw many familiar faces, but the most hilarious one was the first person I met while at the registration booth.
Barely five seconds after I reached the school...
Hairless guy: Hi Sam
- stares for three whole seconds wondering if I know this person-
Sam: Omg, hi... Alex. Ermm, nice hair?
HAHA OMG. NS should be renamed Extreme Makeover! Hairless people look so different!
Anyway written test went okay. Kudos and big thank you to the positive influences around me (hello, I've realised working in journalism is good for these things cos you simply pick up infomation along the way) and thanks to Melody who must be given credit for two questions!
My favourite question of the day:
Which paper is not run by Singapore Press Holdings?
A. Today
B. New Paper
C. Business Times
D. my paper
If I got that wrong I ought to shoot myself.
Interview was... very uninterview-ish. There were 11 of us, which was apparently more than expected. Entered the place at 1415, but the next batch was due at 1430, so each of us had.. a minute or so to talk? Very orientation-intro-yourself-ish and fairly relaxed. Good thing, I suppose(: All I did was hand over my portfolio and my interview was fairly done.
Was with Samantha Loke for the interview and before that we had a funny scenario all planned out:
Interviewer: Please introduce yourself.
Sam: Hi, I'm Samantha from NJC.
Sam: Wait a minute, I'M Samantha from NJC.
Sam: No I AM!
Sam: Why are you trying to steal my identity?!
Interviewer: Huh?!
The reality:
Interviewer: Next, Samantha?
Sam and Sam simultaneously: Which Samantha?
Interview: Hmm?
Sam and Sam: We're both Samanthas and we're both from NJC!
Interviewer: Oh wow. You guys must get this a lot then.
Anyhow. Swensens-ed with Sam Loke at Jurong Point (another place to add to my been-there list) where we had sinful ice cream and fries. Talked about University things, and I'm feeling this urge to go overseas again. Yes, being down-to-earth is one thing, but I just hate not getting what I want. Yes, the only child spoilt brat theory. Mehh.
How now pink hamsters? I don't know what to do.
On a less glum note, shopping at City Hall afterwards yielded a top (Miss Selfridge) and new heels (U.R.S). I need to stop this retail therapy treatment. My credit card's feeling the heat :(
Goodnight, and sorry for the post that verges on I-think-the-whole-world-wants-to-read-about-my-entire-day style.
I'm in a blabbering mood.
April 10, 2008 5:07 PM
So I'm gonna just whine and whine for the world to listen
I'm so bloody nervous about everything.
Work has been tiring and time-consuming, and because of that, I've absolutely no time to prepare for Saturday's interview. Which sucks, really. Because it doesn't feel good going for something knowing that you did not put your best efforts into preparing for it. In fact, almost zilch efforts.
And it doesn't help that a senior on the forum is saying that people who got the 9am slot have a higher chance than those in the 12nn slot. No prizes for guessing which slot I got.
Would like to add a swear word here, but since I (mostly) don't swear, I'll just go: bonking bollocks. RAHHHH.
I feel like crunching on ice.
Work has been tiring and time-consuming, and because of that, I've absolutely no time to prepare for Saturday's interview. Which sucks, really. Because it doesn't feel good going for something knowing that you did not put your best efforts into preparing for it. In fact, almost zilch efforts.
And it doesn't help that a senior on the forum is saying that people who got the 9am slot have a higher chance than those in the 12nn slot. No prizes for guessing which slot I got.
Would like to add a swear word here, but since I (mostly) don't swear, I'll just go: bonking bollocks. RAHHHH.
I feel like crunching on ice.
Labels: moods
April 9, 2008 6:23 PM
Wednesdays with the Chinablacks, Part Five
There's nothing like a little time-off with the Chinablacks to put all the stress from the four-letter W word behind. This Wednesday's meet-up was especially good, thanks to the appearance of one person!
Yes Kat! I can't believe it took us so long to arrange a Chinablack Wednesday since you came back to Singapore. But we finally did in the end, so kudos to us! And to our very efficient dinner-place decision-making when it came to crunch time, we simply chose the restaurant in front of us, NYDC...
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Interestingly, sumsum has lost the unglam candid shot aura. (but shubha has a very unglam one which I have, out of goodness of my heart, decided not to post up. Unless sumsum insists, do you now, darling?) Anyway, here's the first ever glam candid shot we've seen after so many Wednesdays.
An inside joke, but look who's evesdropping while we bitch ;)
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Zhang!
Yes Kat! I can't believe it took us so long to arrange a Chinablack Wednesday since you came back to Singapore. But we finally did in the end, so kudos to us! And to our very efficient dinner-place decision-making when it came to crunch time, we simply chose the restaurant in front of us, NYDC...
Interestingly, sumsum has lost the unglam candid shot aura. (but shubha has a very unglam one which I have, out of goodness of my heart, decided not to post up. Unless sumsum insists, do you now, darling?) Anyway, here's the first ever glam candid shot we've seen after so many Wednesdays.
An inside joke, but look who's evesdropping while we bitch ;)
Headed off to Swensen's for the usual sinful dessert. Would like to blog more about the various lmao-ing conversations of the night, but I'm too brain dead and tired to do so. So we'll let the pictures (one with each chinablack) do the rest of the talking.
Shubha!
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Zhang!
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Anyway, it does seem a little sad that we're probably going to be spread all across the world in a few months time. Sad, but happy, if that makes any sense. After all, visiting each other would feel like such a big world tour wouldn't it? (:
I'll miss you guys, but hopefully, we'll go on that trip/cruise before everyone leaves and have enough of each other to last the few months, alright?
Chinablacks ((:.jpg)
April 8, 2008 5:20 PM
Booby Trap
Yes, this is going to be a wat tat (that's CW-language for you) post. Guys, if you're reading this, you might want to take a closer look at the title and stop right here.
Hah. Bet no one did.
Anyway, we had out Tuesday Lunch at the Wisma Ichiban today, and for some reason the table topic of conversation swerved to boobs. Yes, boobs. Guys, really do stop reading now.
Again, I bet no one did. Tsk.
But it was rather interesting to hear the guys' views on this. Apparently, guys rate face before boobs and ass. Even more surprising was the phrase "too big I don't like" uttered by one of the guys in reference to the title topic.
Here, I'd like to add that the guys in question are CHINESE. And that I piqued up and said that while Chinese guys rate face over other physical attributes, Indian guys tend to go for three things: Boobs, Ass, Can cook.
See, I've learnt plenty from the Chinablacks (:
Anyway, other booby incidents of the day include my interviwer's rather weird choice of example. He was trying to give a general example of a specialist versus a GP, and he could have said anything from eye specialist to skin specialist, but he said: Breast specialist.
This was followed by a slight awkward silence before we carried on. HAHAHA.
Oh, final booby incident of the day. I've been corrupted to see Sufiah's indecent pictures on the net! But you know... it's all for a story coughcoughahemcough. Anyway, I would say she's very well-endowed. Which led to one of the chinese male colleagues above to comment: They're not real, right?
No wonder Chinese guys go for flats. Its either flat or fake. It's the lesser of two evils, really.
Oh, one last non-booby related thing. After listening to the guys listing their priority list of attribues in girls, Meiyue and I decided to make our own list for guys. The list now goes:
Height
Shoulders
Veins on hands
Heh. But it's far from complete. We'll add to it sometime. And when we do, I'll let you know. Goodnight.
Hah. Bet no one did.
Anyway, we had out Tuesday Lunch at the Wisma Ichiban today, and for some reason the table topic of conversation swerved to boobs. Yes, boobs. Guys, really do stop reading now.
Again, I bet no one did. Tsk.
But it was rather interesting to hear the guys' views on this. Apparently, guys rate face before boobs and ass. Even more surprising was the phrase "too big I don't like" uttered by one of the guys in reference to the title topic.
Here, I'd like to add that the guys in question are CHINESE. And that I piqued up and said that while Chinese guys rate face over other physical attributes, Indian guys tend to go for three things: Boobs, Ass, Can cook.
See, I've learnt plenty from the Chinablacks (:
Anyway, other booby incidents of the day include my interviwer's rather weird choice of example. He was trying to give a general example of a specialist versus a GP, and he could have said anything from eye specialist to skin specialist, but he said: Breast specialist.
This was followed by a slight awkward silence before we carried on. HAHAHA.
Oh, final booby incident of the day. I've been corrupted to see Sufiah's indecent pictures on the net! But you know... it's all for a story coughcoughahemcough. Anyway, I would say she's very well-endowed. Which led to one of the chinese male colleagues above to comment: They're not real, right?
No wonder Chinese guys go for flats. Its either flat or fake. It's the lesser of two evils, really.
Oh, one last non-booby related thing. After listening to the guys listing their priority list of attribues in girls, Meiyue and I decided to make our own list for guys. The list now goes:
Height
Shoulders
Veins on hands
Heh. But it's far from complete. We'll add to it sometime. And when we do, I'll let you know. Goodnight.
Labels: musings
April 7, 2008 4:15 PM
So, let's do away with the upslopes in this make-believe land
Hello world, my butt hurts.
HAHA. Drama-mama way of starting a blog post, but I couldn't help it. It was the first thing that came to mind. Owwww.
A quick update on the first off-(half)day of the week (will elaborate more later) before I fall asleep with fatigue. The day was spent getting lost near expo, taking a bum-ride to Pulau Ubin, cycling around the whole island, changing gears a gazillion times, demoralizing myself each time I couldn't peddle up their omgreallyreally steep slopes, playing I Spy and convincing someone that I'm truly psychic, and getting blisters thanks to my really pretty but actually very evil billabong slippers.
Oh, and butt aches too.
Verdict of the day? Downslopes are the most perfect thing ever while upslopes are the most vile. If I lived in a fairytale world, I'll make every slope a downslope.
Another verdict of the day? Mosquitoes don't seem to think I'm sweet enough. Goody.
OH. I like the shade of brown I'm currently sporting ((:
Although if you ask mum, she'd completely disagree.
Hum. On a completely different note, I'd like to blame CW/Jetson for his comment yesterday that might have triggered off today's request.
" Oh my, I don't know what to do tomorrow on my day off. It's like I've been throwing myself into work these past two weeks now I don't know what to do when there's no work"
Someone got his wish granted when I received a call/sms from the boss in the afternoon asking us to bump the survey figures (which we got by working on our off-day yesterday) to 150 by tomorrow afternoon.
Yes, this was what I meant by the only off-(half)day of the week. A morning's worth of respite, then it's back to working again. Not that I'm complaining, it's the volatile nature of the job after all.
Thank you to everyone who helped me with the surveys. Much love.
HAHA. Drama-mama way of starting a blog post, but I couldn't help it. It was the first thing that came to mind. Owwww.
A quick update on the first off-(half)day of the week (will elaborate more later) before I fall asleep with fatigue. The day was spent getting lost near expo, taking a bum-ride to Pulau Ubin, cycling around the whole island, changing gears a gazillion times, demoralizing myself each time I couldn't peddle up their omgreallyreally steep slopes, playing I Spy and convincing someone that I'm truly psychic, and getting blisters thanks to my really pretty but actually very evil billabong slippers.
Oh, and butt aches too.
Verdict of the day? Downslopes are the most perfect thing ever while upslopes are the most vile. If I lived in a fairytale world, I'll make every slope a downslope.
Another verdict of the day? Mosquitoes don't seem to think I'm sweet enough. Goody.
OH. I like the shade of brown I'm currently sporting ((:
Although if you ask mum, she'd completely disagree.
Hum. On a completely different note, I'd like to blame CW/Jetson for his comment yesterday that might have triggered off today's request.
" Oh my, I don't know what to do tomorrow on my day off. It's like I've been throwing myself into work these past two weeks now I don't know what to do when there's no work"
Someone got his wish granted when I received a call/sms from the boss in the afternoon asking us to bump the survey figures (which we got by working on our off-day yesterday) to 150 by tomorrow afternoon.
Yes, this was what I meant by the only off-(half)day of the week. A morning's worth of respite, then it's back to working again. Not that I'm complaining, it's the volatile nature of the job after all.
Thank you to everyone who helped me with the surveys. Much love.
April 6, 2008 5:14 PM
Sexy Calves and Cakes
I have come to the conclusion that all journalists should have very sexy calves.
I mean, take a look at the stretches of road I covered today for the Sunday Times poll:
Wheelock to Forum: Six times
Wheelock to Far East: Four times
Wheelock to Centrepoint: Two times
Mehhh. I need new heels AGAIN. But if sexy calves are the silver lining, then they're really really nice linings. HAHA. If only we didn't spend the rest of our free time stuffing our faces with calorie-laden food (like top 50 cakes), then life as a journalist would really be perfect...
Not. Oh trust me, the cakes are gooood.
But jokes aside, there are things apart from sexy calves and cakes that make this job so worthwhile. Like the first stranger I polled today. She read my Cats story last week and liked it so much, that when she found out that I was the writer, she practically hugged me and started gushing about the story. And it wasn't all fluff and clouds either, she could quote phrases from the article and told me it was very touching and nicely written.
Now that, really made my day. Like what Chengwei said, it's things like this that being a journalist so worthwhile.
Anyway, it seems like my good influence have been rubbing off my tutee very well. For those who don't already know, previous conversations with my tutee usually ended up like these:
S: Wow, we solved a question! Don't you feel this huge kick whenever you solve a question?
G: Uhhh, no.
S: No, really? But you must feel something? Like a kick! An adrenaline rush, no?
G: Well, if you insist.. I don't feel a kick. I feel a pinch cos I didn't know how to do this question earlier.
S: Oh.
-
S: You know, whenever I felt stressed in secondary school, I would take out my Amath TYS and start spamming questions. It gave me such a calm feeling and all my troubles will just disappear while I immerse myself into the math questions. You should try to do that too!
G: Oh god. You are one weird freak.
-
Today, THIS conversation happened:
G: You know, I actually feel this major kick now that I've solved this question.
S: OMG, really?
G: Yeah! It feels quite nice *big grin*
S: Oh boy cool. Now you start drawing the hex after each successful question solved and boy, would you feel an even better kick!
Oh oh I'm so brilliant. *modest cough*
((:
I mean, take a look at the stretches of road I covered today for the Sunday Times poll:
Wheelock to Forum: Six times
Wheelock to Far East: Four times
Wheelock to Centrepoint: Two times
Mehhh. I need new heels AGAIN. But if sexy calves are the silver lining, then they're really really nice linings. HAHA. If only we didn't spend the rest of our free time stuffing our faces with calorie-laden food (like top 50 cakes), then life as a journalist would really be perfect...
Not. Oh trust me, the cakes are gooood.
But jokes aside, there are things apart from sexy calves and cakes that make this job so worthwhile. Like the first stranger I polled today. She read my Cats story last week and liked it so much, that when she found out that I was the writer, she practically hugged me and started gushing about the story. And it wasn't all fluff and clouds either, she could quote phrases from the article and told me it was very touching and nicely written.
Now that, really made my day. Like what Chengwei said, it's things like this that being a journalist so worthwhile.
Anyway, it seems like my good influence have been rubbing off my tutee very well. For those who don't already know, previous conversations with my tutee usually ended up like these:
S: Wow, we solved a question! Don't you feel this huge kick whenever you solve a question?
G: Uhhh, no.
S: No, really? But you must feel something? Like a kick! An adrenaline rush, no?
G: Well, if you insist.. I don't feel a kick. I feel a pinch cos I didn't know how to do this question earlier.
S: Oh.
-
S: You know, whenever I felt stressed in secondary school, I would take out my Amath TYS and start spamming questions. It gave me such a calm feeling and all my troubles will just disappear while I immerse myself into the math questions. You should try to do that too!
G: Oh god. You are one weird freak.
-
Today, THIS conversation happened:
G: You know, I actually feel this major kick now that I've solved this question.
S: OMG, really?
G: Yeah! It feels quite nice *big grin*
S: Oh boy cool. Now you start drawing the hex after each successful question solved and boy, would you feel an even better kick!
Oh oh I'm so brilliant. *modest cough*
((:
Labels: work
April 4, 2008 6:31 PM
Monkey Business
Am currently thumbing throught my copy of TIME magazine and smiling at this particular interviewer's response. It's an interview with Abigail Breslin, that child actress from Little Miss Sunshine:
Q: What do you do when you're not working?
A: Swim, read, talk on the phone, shop. I have two favourite books, one of them is Anne of Green Gables; the other is a series called Clique. I just like that Anne is kind of crazy. She gets herself into crazy situations.
Awww shucks. A girl after my own heart. I remember when people used to ask, so what's your favourite book? I would excitedly reply, Anne of Green Gables! This is usually followed by a blank stare, and a quick recovery of a very unconvincing "oh cool". But I know that you don't know the book. And you know that I know that you don't know the book. And I know that you know that I know that you don't know the book. And and.., well you get the gist.
Bonking bollocks. The entire chunk of words above is just to say, I'M SO GLAD SOMEONE SHARES THE SAME FAVE BOOK AS ME! Yes, sorry for being entire long-winded just to say that line. Had to make the excitment last you know :D:D:D
Anyhow, here's the reason for the blog post title: Our resident monkeys at a fence outside of SPH! My initial plan was to take a picture of the crowd taking pictures of the monkey, and caption it: Monkey see, Monkey do. But I didn't manage to get that shot, so I ended up being "monkey do" as I took a shot of them after the crowd departed.
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After the whole monkey business, headed to town to catch (yes finally!) Step Up 2. The verdict? I'll steal a quote from Director Collins and say "good, not great". Lousy plot, but amazing dance moves. Favourite scenes in the movie: When Channing Tatum took off his shirt via the "hook" and when Director Collins used the word "Goose". Most hated bit about the movie: That I got cheated thinking Channing Tatum will be playing a lead role. He barely appeared. What shame.
Cabbed down to Clarke Quay for after-popcorn-drinks/snack. Funny conversation, followed by a funny sign we spotted:
C: I'm very thirsty!
S: *points at the fountain in the middle of clarke quay* Drink that!
Moments later, we come across this sign:
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HAHAHA.
Finally, strange drinks and snacks!.jpg)
Okay I'm off to bed. Working tomorrow on a Sunday and waking up early. Followed by tuition at night. Wish me luck and much energy!
April 3, 2008 4:55 PM
SARDINES!
I'll copy The Glam Twin and start off this blog post by explaining the title. Why SARDINES? Because you see, I've squeezed three days worth of updates into one single post, which makes the post rather squeezy like sardines, don't you think? Also, sardines can be cross-refered to how squeezy the train is whenver i travel home from work. Sigh. But whatever, here you go, your tin of sardines.
The new intern...has officially become one of us ever since he uttered a few gossipy words into my ear yesterday. Haha. He's called Chengwei. But we've sadistically renamed him Jetson for our own sadistic pleasure. Hee. Since he reads this blog, I shall refrain from telling all and sundry about how strange he is (he wants to build an ecosystem in office!) and only write the nice things instead! Ha ha. But thank you for the cheer-up MnMs! I've just realised the two stick-ons are in pink and orange ((:
Scrumptious...is the name of the restaurant we went for Tuesday Lunch (on a Tuesday this time). It's situated at Turf City and I was gobsmacked to see that it looked like an entire little village with so much food stuff inside! How come I never knew when I studied at NJ just down the road! Hoho. But anyway if you wanna know how good the food looks, just check out the waffles picture below. Visual feast, yes?
Changi Village...is really different from what I remembered- at night that is. Apparently the hawker centre is quite happening! (I thought it was a dead village, no?) Apparently there's a ferry terminal there! (where boats come and bring you to ubin, no less!) Apparently there's this beachy looking area where there's sand and sea and people fishing. Apparently three of the stars which I can't remember the name of, make an equilateral triangle (LOL) Apparently I use a lot of "apparently"s in this paragraph! But the biggest shocker of the night? When we drove past the carpark at 11plus and saw three you-know-whats (aka men-turned-women) standing there waiting to be picked up.
WHAT IS SINGAPORE BECOMING TO??!
Oh but thank you for the.. "artistic stuff" from V&A! ((:
April Fool's...was pulled off rather brilliantly. A tad too brilliantly I would say. Our Chin Chow joke on our supe was so convincing, he believed us completely and we didn't get the chance to shout: Happy April Fools' Day! Bummer.
Weekend...will be spent at work. Yes, both Saturday and Sunday for this week. Sorry guys, don't ask me out! And I guess blading date's cancelled. Work is work, after all.
To end off with our new tagline-
Chang & Eng: Keep glam, keep intelligent, keep glamtelligent.
Goodnight.
The new intern...has officially become one of us ever since he uttered a few gossipy words into my ear yesterday. Haha. He's called Chengwei. But we've sadistically renamed him Jetson for our own sadistic pleasure. Hee. Since he reads this blog, I shall refrain from telling all and sundry about how strange he is (he wants to build an ecosystem in office!) and only write the nice things instead! Ha ha. But thank you for the cheer-up MnMs! I've just realised the two stick-ons are in pink and orange ((:
Scrumptious...is the name of the restaurant we went for Tuesday Lunch (on a Tuesday this time). It's situated at Turf City and I was gobsmacked to see that it looked like an entire little village with so much food stuff inside! How come I never knew when I studied at NJ just down the road! Hoho. But anyway if you wanna know how good the food looks, just check out the waffles picture below. Visual feast, yes?
Changi Village...is really different from what I remembered- at night that is. Apparently the hawker centre is quite happening! (I thought it was a dead village, no?) Apparently there's a ferry terminal there! (where boats come and bring you to ubin, no less!) Apparently there's this beachy looking area where there's sand and sea and people fishing. Apparently three of the stars which I can't remember the name of, make an equilateral triangle (LOL) Apparently I use a lot of "apparently"s in this paragraph! But the biggest shocker of the night? When we drove past the carpark at 11plus and saw three you-know-whats (aka men-turned-women) standing there waiting to be picked up.
WHAT IS SINGAPORE BECOMING TO??!
Oh but thank you for the.. "artistic stuff" from V&A! ((:
April Fool's...was pulled off rather brilliantly. A tad too brilliantly I would say. Our Chin Chow joke on our supe was so convincing, he believed us completely and we didn't get the chance to shout: Happy April Fools' Day! Bummer.
Weekend...will be spent at work. Yes, both Saturday and Sunday for this week. Sorry guys, don't ask me out! And I guess blading date's cancelled. Work is work, after all.
To end off with our new tagline-
Chang & Eng: Keep glam, keep intelligent, keep glamtelligent.
Goodnight.
April 2, 2008 5:30 PM
Murphy and his un-sweetened tooth
The thing about writing all day at your job is that when you get home and decide to start on important things such as your Scholarship Evaluation Form, you find yourself invariably and horribly stuck with a mother of a writer's block.
Damn you Murphy, couldn't you have come up with a better law than this? I NEED to write properly. Pretty please with icing? I really hope you're an icing kinda guy. (or I'll go buy sugar, or chocolates, whatever you want!) But if you don't like any of those, I give up. I'll just have to sucummb to your law and pray that you're taking a rest tomorrow.
Oh look, that's me typing out a load of rubbish above. Actually, I'm doing it to rid that writer's block. It's like the whole fever theory. When the person is raging with fever, you cover him with blankets to make him feel hotter and sweat everything out. Then, the sunshine returns and all is fine and dandy. Yeah? So I'm hoping that theory works here too. When I'm raging with a mother of a writer's block, I write (read: blog) some more in hope that the block will go away and everything will be fine and dandy as well.
Mmmmm. Would you like some nice pretty waffles from Scrumptious, Murphy?
Damn you Murphy, couldn't you have come up with a better law than this? I NEED to write properly. Pretty please with icing? I really hope you're an icing kinda guy. (or I'll go buy sugar, or chocolates, whatever you want!) But if you don't like any of those, I give up. I'll just have to sucummb to your law and pray that you're taking a rest tomorrow.
Oh look, that's me typing out a load of rubbish above. Actually, I'm doing it to rid that writer's block. It's like the whole fever theory. When the person is raging with fever, you cover him with blankets to make him feel hotter and sweat everything out. Then, the sunshine returns and all is fine and dandy. Yeah? So I'm hoping that theory works here too. When I'm raging with a mother of a writer's block, I write (read: blog) some more in hope that the block will go away and everything will be fine and dandy as well.
Mmmmm. Would you like some nice pretty waffles from Scrumptious, Murphy?
No? How about nice sinful chocolate cake that won "Top 50 best cakes in Singapore"?
Labels: musings