It's the hundredth post, and fittingly, it'll look to be the last for quite a while, since I'll be militarily occupied come 13th April. I'll certainly try to post nonetheless, because I've found so many reasons to do it. And I think I'll miss writing here, partly because it's become semi-routine for me. Oh and this may sound lame, but for this post, let me try typing the entire way WITHOUT the use of the backspace function. Just to let y'all see what comes out of it. Maybe it'll be infinitely interesting. Maybe it'll be downirhgt embarrassing. SHUCKS. *points at stupid mistake*
Let's start from Wednesday, shall we? (Ok I gind myself typing rather slowly, but SHUCJS there are still mistakes SHUCKS)(
Ok on Wdnesday I gfinally got my treat from J! I dont understand why so many people look so different. Either that, or they had their entire image overhauled ofr something. Is it to escape the shcakles of the schoolgirl image? Or schoolboy image? But I thought it was in whgat. Anyhow. So we went to T3 for lunch. Oh ya the treat was for my apparent help with her CSE IS. Whether or not my help proved, erm, helpful, I still rightfully got that treat okay. (See this is what happens when I can't backspace or edit - the coherence of the whatever I am supposed to produce just isn't there! THIS ISN'T ME I REPEAT THIS ISN'T ME.) Oh ya and I'm really happy for her! And glad.
WEDNESDAY NIGHT WAS iT. Another buffet, this time at a downtown hotel. Supposedly for my results i.e. a form of celebration. On a related note, other people TRAVEL AROUND THE WORLD to celebrate their resul;ts/graduation from junior college etc. but I get a dinner. Well I guess I still do appreciate it, since I do know how hard it is for my parents to earn money, and that we are alspo not that well-off. And they do know how to please me. A buffet is definitely more than enough. Okay lor, the usual. JUST ATE A LOT. What e;se tp do. I never thought I'd say this though, but I AM getting a ;little tired of eating alot. Oh well, this feeling wouldn't stay for long lah, it's not as if where I am soon going to will pamper me with gourmet cuisine ofr whatever. (My fingers are really dumb they are ot listening to me.)
Thursday night went out with G to IKEA restaurant/cafe at ALEXANDRA HOW FAR CAN YOU GET. It was really funny, because we missed each other two times, while trying to meet there. Probably couldn't recognise each other lah, didn't meet for so long, haha. TALKED LIKE A LOT. And then there was this elderly man (not as much as old as he was weird) who sat next to us (being the kind souls that we are. Actually, no, since he just sat himself down besdie us, I think) and proceeded with his meal. That's okay actually, until he finished his meal, and sat there for I think nearly a full halrf hour NOT DOING ANYTHING. G suspected something was up with the guy, and I of course couldn't disagree. I mean, sitting there and doing nothing, cannot just mean that he's enjoying the air-conditioning right? You know what maybe I do attract weird people. Then we went to a shjopping centre opposite where almost every boutique was a factory outlet!!! EQUATES to branded goods at low low prices. Couldn't fathom why all the outlets were there though. So weird. To make up for my stinky present of a file, I bought the BROTHER a cheap handphone pouch. THAT USED TO COST UNREASONABLY HIGH. So you see the gifts I buy are still thoughful (!), but nonetheless cheap and extremely cost-effective.
Friday morning went for a McDonald's breakfast with the FAMILY minus BROTHER, and for SOME reason, met a few familiar people at the Siglap outlet. Small world man. Too small in fact! Even though those were friendlyt faces. Then in the afternoon entertained SY, HM, JY, C, B at my place. First time having so many people over, and it wasn't even my idea! But ya, it was alright, though I suspect some of them got bored even before playing Risk but I tell you you should have seen their faces during the game. All the strategists were strategising and ONCE AGAIN I'M LIKE THE DE FACTO TARGET WHAT IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE LET ME WIN FOR ONCE I HATE PLAYING WITH TJ PEOPLE hahaha. Oh before that let me now credit the MOTHER for the shepherd's pie and a friend for the tiramisu. Come to my house will get good food to eat don't even need to order pizza, how worth it. Well, I do hope they had fun even though Veggietales didn't quite agree with the DVD player. Minnesota Cuke would have tickled them all lah.
Oh and on Saturday I had an interview and test with ***, and I guess everything went rather smoothly, without any major hiccups. But by the looks of the profile of the interviewee population there, I do doubt that it is a place for me to study well in and to basically lead a fulfilling university career. I just can't seem to imagine myself as a student there, but I guess I'll still consider it, even though I might be so disinclined towards it at the moment.
So yes, I'm about to go in this Monday, and in th elast few days I've certainly found out friends and friends' friends who would be going in on the same day as me, which would probably mean that they might very well end up in the same grouping as me. Well, I guess that is probably a little of relief; familiar faces should make things a lot easier. I'll just have to keep reminding myself that this is perhaps an experience which would benefit me a lot more than I realise, and put everything into His hands. Hope to do good!
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
Shaven and shorn
That's what I am right now, in preparation for the BIG DAY. WHOOOOOO.
To prepare myself for the supposed shock that most guys get that is, when they see themselves in all the bald and shiny glory, in front of the mirror in all its bald and shiny glory. Surprisingly though, I was instead rather shocked, that I wasn't that shocked. I guess there was a bald guy in me after all. Okay lah I'm not completely bald, but close.
My head looks a lot bigger than it used to (which is saying a lot because my head really is the big and round type. Sad but true), and it feels a little lighter as well, as though an elephant finally decided to alight and go on its merry way to Africa instead of hitching a ride on my head.
I won't say I look doobish, but close to that. On the contrary, some people I've met so far say that I look better. To that, I seriously wonder how I looked like to the same people before the hair was gone. I must have looked doobish.
On another note, I am seriously glad Ms K is my referee. I handed her yet another report on such a tight deadline, but she still did it for me anyway WITHOUT telling me off. Thank God for her!
OH ON A RELATED NOTE, I don't get why some universities BOTHER to use online application portals when they can't even get the portals to work properly. I don't understand that at all. Okay so they may want to keep up with rest of the seemingly superior competition (because these universities actually do have proper, working portals), but if your portal isn't going to work properly at all, that whole impression you're trying to give? IT'S GONE, YOU LAWN.
AND ON ANOTHER RELATED NOTE, I seriously hope universities and scholarship providers alike do manage to make the effort to at least contact me or someone in the FAMILY, if anything. Please do not follow the example of *** and call me, drop me a lame voicemail, and leave it at that, expecting me to eagerly dial the number and listen to the voicemail in great, giggly anticipation. At least email lah. Interviews are good and beneficial you know, everyone should have them for breakfast.
Yeah, I think scholarship providers should give EVERYONE who applied the chance to be interviewed. If not for practical reasons such as casting the net wide enough, it should be for patriotic reasons, because the first interview is always the stinkiest. I remember having my first interview (not telling where/who/when), and it stank so bad they fainted. Like seriously, there I was not really quite knowing what to say, giving answers that sounded like they were to the point but after some thinking through I think they knew I didn't know what I was talking about. And I had the weird habit of looking heavenwards when I was thinking, which probably irritated them. I think. *looks heavenwards*
So as I was saying (shaddap I didn't digress, ALL of it was to the sharpest point), if these providers provided more people with interview opportunities, many of us would instantly become more eloquent speakers and express ourselves better (this one I'm serious). Then all of us can become better than some of the angmohs that many Singaporean office workers complain about (all talk no work), because, we, can, then, TALK AND WORK. So see it's patriotic okayrestmycaseIwin.
Side-note: Ah see, no food mentioned in this post. Haha.
To prepare myself for the supposed shock that most guys get that is, when they see themselves in all the bald and shiny glory, in front of the mirror in all its bald and shiny glory. Surprisingly though, I was instead rather shocked, that I wasn't that shocked. I guess there was a bald guy in me after all. Okay lah I'm not completely bald, but close.
My head looks a lot bigger than it used to (which is saying a lot because my head really is the big and round type. Sad but true), and it feels a little lighter as well, as though an elephant finally decided to alight and go on its merry way to Africa instead of hitching a ride on my head.
I won't say I look doobish, but close to that. On the contrary, some people I've met so far say that I look better. To that, I seriously wonder how I looked like to the same people before the hair was gone. I must have looked doobish.
On another note, I am seriously glad Ms K is my referee. I handed her yet another report on such a tight deadline, but she still did it for me anyway WITHOUT telling me off. Thank God for her!
OH ON A RELATED NOTE, I don't get why some universities BOTHER to use online application portals when they can't even get the portals to work properly. I don't understand that at all. Okay so they may want to keep up with rest of the seemingly superior competition (because these universities actually do have proper, working portals), but if your portal isn't going to work properly at all, that whole impression you're trying to give? IT'S GONE, YOU LAWN.
AND ON ANOTHER RELATED NOTE, I seriously hope universities and scholarship providers alike do manage to make the effort to at least contact me or someone in the FAMILY, if anything. Please do not follow the example of *** and call me, drop me a lame voicemail, and leave it at that, expecting me to eagerly dial the number and listen to the voicemail in great, giggly anticipation. At least email lah. Interviews are good and beneficial you know, everyone should have them for breakfast.
Yeah, I think scholarship providers should give EVERYONE who applied the chance to be interviewed. If not for practical reasons such as casting the net wide enough, it should be for patriotic reasons, because the first interview is always the stinkiest. I remember having my first interview (not telling where/who/when), and it stank so bad they fainted. Like seriously, there I was not really quite knowing what to say, giving answers that sounded like they were to the point but after some thinking through I think they knew I didn't know what I was talking about. And I had the weird habit of looking heavenwards when I was thinking, which probably irritated them. I think. *looks heavenwards*
So as I was saying (shaddap I didn't digress, ALL of it was to the sharpest point), if these providers provided more people with interview opportunities, many of us would instantly become more eloquent speakers and express ourselves better (this one I'm serious). Then all of us can become better than some of the angmohs that many Singaporean office workers complain about (all talk no work), because, we, can, then, TALK AND WORK. So see it's patriotic okayrestmycaseIwin.
Side-note: Ah see, no food mentioned in this post. Haha.
Friday, April 03, 2009
PHWOAR #2
It is official. PHWOAR stands for Posterity Happens When Occasions Are Remembered (I'm good at acronyms I know I know I know). Which basically means a post because I need to remember the things that happen to me, even if they seem trivial, because all the little things add up!
Okay last time I blogged was last Wednesday, so let's do a little time-travelling.
When it was Thursday, on the 26th day of March, the boss gave us ALL a treat! Supposedly in my honour some more. Now you can't get that at a huge firm because that'll just be plain uneconomical. So we went for, er, Thai-Indonesian-Peranakan-anything-you-can-find-in-Southeast-Asia-just-throw-it-in food! It was filling, but...
To be honest, my discerning tastebuds could tell that the assam prawns weren't assam enough, the tom yum soup wasn't tom yum (or is it yam?) enough. Basically, the tastes should be sharper and more flavourful. The chef must have had a scolding from the boss, that's what I think. Either that or he is a boring old man.
After work I went home and TOILED till 4am. See later why.
OKAY FRIDAY THAT DAY. My last day of work. Note the lack of exclamation mark because I was sad. That was bad. They specially cooked porridge and brought a lot of side dishes, and then sat me down and made me eat lunch with them, hahaha. (One of the aunties said that I was now all ready for NS, after they had given me enough nutrition already. Which is quite true.) Anyhow after lunch I gave them each a personalised letter that I had TOILED over the night before. They were really quite touched (and rightly so! A lot of effort put in, until I dozed off midway I NEVER DO THAT), some with tears in their eyes (didn't cry lah but can see). So that basically dragged on until the end of the day where they each came up to me and said their goodbyes and gave me some motherly advice hahaha. And I hope they'll make good on their promise to let me know to go back if they've got some good food (yes that's most important and probably one of the things I'll miss most).
OKAY SATURDAY. Ate breakfast with M (no shaddap it's not Judi Dench) at Delifrance. Somehow that place manages to make very little food seem like a lot (and that's saying a lot because I can eat a lot). Or maybe it's because of the free flow of coffee/tea (the MOTHER says that's quite worth it because tea at pseudo-café establishments tend to be overpriced). We talked a lot (yes I only eat and talk don't ask me to do anything else), and well, I'm glad to be of some help at least. (:
After that I went to get a little something for the BROTHER'S birthday. Actually got him two brightly-coloured, screaming Disney files (on purpose because all his things no colour), but the SISTER spied a file she liked after I bought them both and went for lunch with the PARENTS plus her. So now the BROTHER has the file with the Disney babies in all their infant glory. Haha and I actually forewarned the BROTHER that the file was fake, only to let him tell me actually it was the real deal. Okay I feel appeased for the weirdly high price for a piece of flimsy plastic. Oh and I'm so sad I couldn't eat much during lunch because I ate too much breakfast. That's how I get emo, hahaha (okay shall shaddap).
OKAY SUNDAY. So after church and cell group, I FINALLY meet SY and YX for dinner. You know where? It's the Heartland LINE-OF-SHOPS-IN-AN-AIR-CONDITIONED-ENVIRONMENT, that's where. NO it cannot be called Heartland MALL, because it is seriously made up of too few shops and too narrow walkways it becomes a concrete pasar malam. Oh wait pasar malam got more shops hahaha. So I went there and ate from some Hong Kong cafe thing that CHARGES FOR PLAIN WATER HOW LAME CAN THIS GET I DON'T GET THEM. But the food was okay though YX was complaining about the LOUSY CURRY HOW LAME CAN THIS GET SHE DOESN'T GET THEM.
OH YES AND THANK GOD I WENT AND MET UP WITH THEM, REALLY. A certain university required both submission of both application AND supporting documents ON THE SAME DAY and I didn't realise it until then! FIASCO (actually the word sounds quite vulgar). If not for them, I'd probably miss the last boat. And Ms K was also very nice about it even though I informed her late.
On to happier and less stressful things. I got my overdue present! Aaaand, it's a bag with apparently feminine buckles as mentioned by SY. How anti-climatic, bestowing a, might I add, rather expensive present and then whoosh, pouring all the cold water on it, hahahaha. BUT NO, it's not feminine! Where got buckles feminine?! Like that guys cannot wear belts because they have freaking big feminine buckles in the middle ABOVE the nether regions... So it's like imposing its feminity on the symbol of manhood, suppressing it even! *HERRR!* (no it's not a war-cry for feminist, Amazonian women warriors a la "HER! HER! HER!" but the sound that is produced when a sharp breath is drawn a la *HERRR!*) But no, buckles are but unisex accessories, asexual even. So that means that SY and YX know me pretty well, ahaha. Well, the bag is nice, and through my brilliant deductions, I know the general price of the bag, HEEEHEEE. Anyhow, thanks to the both of you! Going to try use it some before going in.
OKAY MONDAY. Ms K got back to me really quickly, it is much appreciated. Spent the day doing applications.
OKAY TUESDAY DITTO MONDAY.
OKAY WEDNESDAY. Today I met SY's paternal side of the family, or more like the one whom paternal is derived from. He chauffeured SY and me to the university to drop off our applications and documents. I got a rude shock over there when I realised the website instructions were different from the words coming out from the admissions officer's mouth. Breakdown in communication much?
So of course I had to tell the truth: that it was their fault. No, really. Anyway that was settled soon after (I hope). Then SY's father brought us for lunch there. It was quite a nice place as well, and I wished that he didn't spend so much on my meal. Even I do feel bad sometimes no matter how appearances may deceive you, hahaha. Anyhow, I especially enjoyed the soup with the pastry hat (don't know what's it called), but wow, was it filling. I think I ate the most there. Oh wait of course I did. Even gladly took leftovers from others, haha.
SY's father's really quite nice, and I can tell he thinks like an engineer (he's one). Don't know why but I somehow sort of admire people who can think as such, probably because I can't think like that really well.
OH YA and I played a game of pool with SY. Even though I won (yesss I won), admittedly SY is the better player. Just that I managed to get well-placed shots most of the time. Oh whatever actually I'm quite good too, hahahaha.
And you know what?! I went for international buffet later on! As if I hadn't had enough food. It was at a nice hotel, which I didn't expect to be upmarket but it looked really classy and modern, much to my surprise, so that was good. The food was good too, with a reasonable spread and lovely presentation. All that only means one thing: I could increase my chances of bankrupting the place. I seriously ate so much that even I surprised myself. I'm so scary, hahaha.
OKAY THURSDAY. MORE APPLICATIONS MORE.
So far that's about it. (:
Okay last time I blogged was last Wednesday, so let's do a little time-travelling.
When it was Thursday, on the 26th day of March, the boss gave us ALL a treat! Supposedly in my honour some more. Now you can't get that at a huge firm because that'll just be plain uneconomical. So we went for, er, Thai-Indonesian-Peranakan-anything-you-can-find-in-Southeast-Asia-just-throw-it-in food! It was filling, but...
To be honest, my discerning tastebuds could tell that the assam prawns weren't assam enough, the tom yum soup wasn't tom yum (or is it yam?) enough. Basically, the tastes should be sharper and more flavourful. The chef must have had a scolding from the boss, that's what I think. Either that or he is a boring old man.
After work I went home and TOILED till 4am. See later why.
OKAY FRIDAY THAT DAY. My last day of work. Note the lack of exclamation mark because I was sad. That was bad. They specially cooked porridge and brought a lot of side dishes, and then sat me down and made me eat lunch with them, hahaha. (One of the aunties said that I was now all ready for NS, after they had given me enough nutrition already. Which is quite true.) Anyhow after lunch I gave them each a personalised letter that I had TOILED over the night before. They were really quite touched (and rightly so! A lot of effort put in, until I dozed off midway I NEVER DO THAT), some with tears in their eyes (didn't cry lah but can see). So that basically dragged on until the end of the day where they each came up to me and said their goodbyes and gave me some motherly advice hahaha. And I hope they'll make good on their promise to let me know to go back if they've got some good food (yes that's most important and probably one of the things I'll miss most).
OKAY SATURDAY. Ate breakfast with M (no shaddap it's not Judi Dench) at Delifrance. Somehow that place manages to make very little food seem like a lot (and that's saying a lot because I can eat a lot). Or maybe it's because of the free flow of coffee/tea (the MOTHER says that's quite worth it because tea at pseudo-café establishments tend to be overpriced). We talked a lot (yes I only eat and talk don't ask me to do anything else), and well, I'm glad to be of some help at least. (:
After that I went to get a little something for the BROTHER'S birthday. Actually got him two brightly-coloured, screaming Disney files (on purpose because all his things no colour), but the SISTER spied a file she liked after I bought them both and went for lunch with the PARENTS plus her. So now the BROTHER has the file with the Disney babies in all their infant glory. Haha and I actually forewarned the BROTHER that the file was fake, only to let him tell me actually it was the real deal. Okay I feel appeased for the weirdly high price for a piece of flimsy plastic. Oh and I'm so sad I couldn't eat much during lunch because I ate too much breakfast. That's how I get emo, hahaha (okay shall shaddap).
OKAY SUNDAY. So after church and cell group, I FINALLY meet SY and YX for dinner. You know where? It's the Heartland LINE-OF-SHOPS-IN-AN-AIR-CONDITIONED-ENVIRONMENT, that's where. NO it cannot be called Heartland MALL, because it is seriously made up of too few shops and too narrow walkways it becomes a concrete pasar malam. Oh wait pasar malam got more shops hahaha. So I went there and ate from some Hong Kong cafe thing that CHARGES FOR PLAIN WATER HOW LAME CAN THIS GET I DON'T GET THEM. But the food was okay though YX was complaining about the LOUSY CURRY HOW LAME CAN THIS GET SHE DOESN'T GET THEM.
OH YES AND THANK GOD I WENT AND MET UP WITH THEM, REALLY. A certain university required both submission of both application AND supporting documents ON THE SAME DAY and I didn't realise it until then! FIASCO (actually the word sounds quite vulgar). If not for them, I'd probably miss the last boat. And Ms K was also very nice about it even though I informed her late.
On to happier and less stressful things. I got my overdue present! Aaaand, it's a bag with apparently feminine buckles as mentioned by SY. How anti-climatic, bestowing a, might I add, rather expensive present and then whoosh, pouring all the cold water on it, hahahaha. BUT NO, it's not feminine! Where got buckles feminine?! Like that guys cannot wear belts because they have freaking big feminine buckles in the middle ABOVE the nether regions... So it's like imposing its feminity on the symbol of manhood, suppressing it even! *HERRR!* (no it's not a war-cry for feminist, Amazonian women warriors a la "HER! HER! HER!" but the sound that is produced when a sharp breath is drawn a la *HERRR!*) But no, buckles are but unisex accessories, asexual even. So that means that SY and YX know me pretty well, ahaha. Well, the bag is nice, and through my brilliant deductions, I know the general price of the bag, HEEEHEEE. Anyhow, thanks to the both of you! Going to try use it some before going in.
OKAY MONDAY. Ms K got back to me really quickly, it is much appreciated. Spent the day doing applications.
OKAY TUESDAY DITTO MONDAY.
OKAY WEDNESDAY. Today I met SY's paternal side of the family, or more like the one whom paternal is derived from. He chauffeured SY and me to the university to drop off our applications and documents. I got a rude shock over there when I realised the website instructions were different from the words coming out from the admissions officer's mouth. Breakdown in communication much?
So of course I had to tell the truth: that it was their fault. No, really. Anyway that was settled soon after (I hope). Then SY's father brought us for lunch there. It was quite a nice place as well, and I wished that he didn't spend so much on my meal. Even I do feel bad sometimes no matter how appearances may deceive you, hahaha. Anyhow, I especially enjoyed the soup with the pastry hat (don't know what's it called), but wow, was it filling. I think I ate the most there. Oh wait of course I did. Even gladly took leftovers from others, haha.
SY's father's really quite nice, and I can tell he thinks like an engineer (he's one). Don't know why but I somehow sort of admire people who can think as such, probably because I can't think like that really well.
OH YA and I played a game of pool with SY. Even though I won (yesss I won), admittedly SY is the better player. Just that I managed to get well-placed shots most of the time. Oh whatever actually I'm quite good too, hahahaha.
And you know what?! I went for international buffet later on! As if I hadn't had enough food. It was at a nice hotel, which I didn't expect to be upmarket but it looked really classy and modern, much to my surprise, so that was good. The food was good too, with a reasonable spread and lovely presentation. All that only means one thing: I could increase my chances of bankrupting the place. I seriously ate so much that even I surprised myself. I'm so scary, hahaha.
OKAY THURSDAY. MORE APPLICATIONS MORE.
So far that's about it. (:
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