My somewhat close shave

Dear all worried stricken friends

I am okay. Sorry for not calling back, that's because I only have 3 baht left in the Sim card Ping left me and 2 baht in my international calling card, hence technically rendered useless except to recieve calls of relieve and to nag at me for what I have mentioned earlier.

But honestly (and chou!) I might not have been that okay. I was almost to go to Ko Phi Phi actually. On the very evening the day Tsunami happened. But the cab driver (who I will definitely treat to a meal and drinks if only I can remember how he looks like) who was listening to the radio suddenly announced in his broken English to us about the tragedy, like he knew we were going that evening. And that freaked us out.

Flew to an internet cafe and read the news, and then we went to change the destination. So I was instead near Cambodia and not down South.

Anyway for those who are interested in the situation in Bangkok (I have yet been here for 10 hours, and the last 6 was spent sleeping). But it doesn't seem as chaotic as Hiao Hiao thought it will be (*winks*) but I have yet gone to the airport. Khao San seems quite peaceful although the rooms are more packed than a few days back because of the stranded tourists who were to travel down I think.

They are also in need of ang moh blood, which I just found out that it is actually different from Asian blood. RH-. What blood type is that?

And His Majesty the King lost his grandson in Phuket, and they were doing tributes on TV for him.

What a somewhat close shave for me. We have discussed that even if we have board the bus we will just be stranded at Krabi and refused onto Phi Phi, which means wasted trip and perhaps not that much of a danger, but it is indeed close enough for me to not even go through it. The thought of what that had happened could have happened is beyond what I would like to imagine. And let's keep it as that.

For tommorrow, I will be home.

It feels weird somehow, when I hear that from you.

After all, I started it first.

But it is just. I feel.

Are you trying to guess where I am now?

I am in wonderful Chiang Mai with wonderful weather and wonderful people and wonderful food. Somehow people here thinks we are Thai more than the other provinces.

Anyways

Leaving tommorrow, and going back to BKK to "transit" before going to Cambodia, and also gonna drop by Ayutthaya to visit the village I spent 3 wonderful weeks 2 years ago.

But I will miss this wonderful weather. Think Genting Highlands.

Yup, no mood to stone in the internet cafe la, just updating for fun.

See you guys next year.

Chulalongkornian - No more.

Yup. Yesterday marks the day I stepped out of CU for the last time (most likely) and officially ended my exchange programme.

Not that I hated it here, my heart is still in SMU. As cheesy as it sound, everytime I read an article citing how great we are, like here, I am just so filled with pride. It's such a drag to be back in school again (gawd projects) but hey, it's my last 4 months with the school I defended fiercely and recommended greatly to friends who are now here with me, not regretting their decision to come (and therefore trusted me bwahahha).
We just seem better, and we are not like just a school of F4-ish people who carries gucci bags, and proud of that.

And tommorrow, I will be leaving for Chiang Mai (flying leh, you think what! Thank You Air Asia!) for perhaps a week or more, then to Cambodia. Due to financial + time constraint, we are skipping Vietnam for now. Well.

Anyway, read a few interesting articles about Mandarin language on Straits Times with disappointed people saying it is now an academically irrelevant subject now that Uni entry did not depend on it. Our Korean friend who visited Singapore was surprised that everyone spoke in English, and she was not impressed. She wondered, as Chinese, why don't we converse with each other in Mandarin? Initially she thought it was out of courtesy for her sake, but she thought wrong.

When a French girl showed me a Chinese Calligraphy painting printout and wanted to know what it meant, I couldn't read it. And I felt so ashamed about it. I feel so ashamed when I told her, while I could speak Mandarin rather fluently, I cannot really read a lot. And that kinda took her by surprise, although she really tried to be very nice about it, it did not make me feel better.

we 3 did manage to surprise our international friends with our command of English, which, while may not be that fantastic and they still do not understand what we are saying half the time because of our accent (as we are to theirs), they are surprised we can converse so fluently. And even more surprised when we told them everything is taught in English and it is our 1st language.

What is Singapore becoming? Why do we always view English as the high up there language, when seriously, except a few minorities, we do not identify with the language. It is simply the universal language, and by that, it means that everyone else can speak it. So what is the big deal about it really?

This first language system is good for us and allow Singaporeans to be this little better than the others in the region because of our command in English. But is it really worth it considering how it dilutes our roots? If I think it is bad for my generation already, what about the next? While it is not right to blame our parents, but the fact that I cannot speak my own dialect and that I do not know that much about the cultures and customs of my dialect group means I cannot pass on that knowledge to my offsprings.

While it is irritating at times, hearing the French babble French amongst themselves do make me feel quite proud that they are so proud of their roots, and that in France, they will NEVER speak English even though they can. And they do not speak English to each other when we are not in their presence. And they are so proud of their country, but we? We are proud too, but of what?

And being out of the country into a country with people who do not understand Mandarin (well maybe 90% don't) we are a happy trio who can blabber the most private conversations in taxis, coming up with the best bargaining tactic in open in front of the seller and even being able to openly bitch about the other exchange students or anyone on the streets without anyone knowing. And it is such a happy thing. I have never spoken this much Mandarin since Secondary school, where Mandarin is staple, and English is secondary. Then comes JC and my class of pinafore girls and I became a convert. Till now. And I am glad that I got into my class, for if I am in a Science class I may be those "engineering" students who cannot write or speak English properly. And in Singapore, you don't want to become them. Or at least I don't. But yet I hate the way my Mandarin is so lousy, and I might do something about it really, like read the papers or something when I go back. (But no Rose, I am not capable of reading your wen yen wen yet.)

Perhaps we do not need to be this extreme, but away with those who deem people who speaks Mandarin Cheena biang. If they are cheena biang, it should be because they dress like one or look like one, not because they speak the language that you and I are ethnically related to, the language we can identify ourselves with.

Anyway, while I have said it before, I have to say it again. There is no place like home. Home where all your friends belong, all your family is, where your wardrobe, bed, hammock and all the tender loving care are waiting for you. Home where my Fe will cook me yummy food and fuss over me.

So see you guys back in Singapore(literally exactly) in 2005.

| CaNn0T sTanD p3Op|3 Wh0 TyPe |yK tH|S wOrX.

Why? There are normal keys! I know the QWERTY keyboard was made as a mistake, but hell, isn't it difficult to type like tHa+?

Anyway, my exchange program will end officially in 2 days time. Bittersweet. Now I don't want to lose the friends I've made. Kinda hard that we will be THAT far now, like all over the world.

P.S. I love the French!

P.P.S. i'm coming home. at the weirdest hour on the 31st Dec 2004 at 2350 hours. At the strike of midnight when you guyus are at zouk waving your hands, shaking that thing, I will be either at (a) the plane if they delay, (b) on the travellator at the arrival hall, (c) at the immigration booth stamping my red passport with WELCOME TO SINGAPORE girl in Cheongsam standing around, (d) buying a bottle of liquor at duty free, (e) looking out for my luggage at the conveyor belt. Happy New Year.

P.P.P.S. I am always curious how many silent loyal reader of my blogs there are. Would you prety please leave a comment, like yes hui, your blog is my daily bread, or yes hui, I love your lousy english, or yes hui, you are my highlight of the day, or yes, I.. I LOVE YOU!

Days

haven't been updating real happenings in my life for a while. Since the last 3 days were quite interesting here it goes.

1. Day everything went wrong (Again!)And i thought that it could only happen to me once.

Went to 909 to join the French girls, initially to watch SATC, but because we ate too long, we missed it. Accomplished taking notes for tommorrow's paper to zap from them, and joined them to go partying.

1st stop: Q-bar
Nice place with ALL girls dressed to kill. Short dress, high heels. And we? Well. Anyway we din go in not because of that, but because we thought it was Ladies Night and it's not. Since we don't wanna pay, we left (and meanwhile, Nicolas lost his phone in the cab)

2nd stop: Middle of nowhere?
It's supposed to be Booze bar we're looking for (and the girls pronounced it as though I thought it was a French word). Anyway we lost our way and the cabbie brought us to Bossy.

3rs stop: Finally at Booze?
But its closed. Shut for renovation.

And in the end? We went back to 909. (Meantime, Rose called the taxi co. to enquire about the phone, and after r3 calls, they still think she's trying to call a cab. When the call of hope came back, they only say 'Madam, your taxi is on standby'. 'Nono, I want to look for a handphone.' '..........*cut off*')


2. Hatyai

Took the train. Bought a top sleeper seat, which means we have a bed. Excited. Never been on a train in Thailand, somemore with bed. Arrived at the train and found seats that are facing each other, like just SEATS.

Distraught us tried to ask everyone, pointing very hard at the word "Upper" in the ticket, and the conductor say yes upper.

"???"

Finally we met this friendly Malay Ah-Pek (Bapak) and Rose used her rusty but still understandable Bahasa Indonesia. And finally we realise that the bed will be pulled out from above, and the lower one will be expanded to a bed too.

Phew.

Embarrassing eh, imagine how we looked with all the hand gestures and that frantic face of being cheated, and alas, realised it was a silly embarrassing mistake. Thanx to being swaku pigs.


P.S. Congrats to bro for being in the top 30 finalist in the Canon Photography competition!

"Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up." ~ Pablo Picasso

After a rather miserable paper (hence, we conclude we are not very philosophical), Rose and I headed to our favorite bookshop to buy a lifetime worth of brushes, paints, drawing paper and other what nots. Mind you, we have been quite artistic recently. If only I know how to post up the pictures on the blog (thank you imagestation for no longer hosting), I would have proven my point.

But for now, I can only brag about it.

Anyway, my exchange programme is really coming to an end. A lil' too fast, but because of all the things that I have experienced, I don't mind going home already (as I have probably said 100 times before). Seriously, I have never ever been to hospitals so many times in my life, so many bus rides in my life, so many boat trips in my life, seen so many different beaches in my life, been away from home so long in my life, experience so many different emotions so many times in my life within this 4 months as compared to my other 238 months of my life. Of course there are things which we will say, if we could do it all over again, we wouldn't this and that. But I will still come here, and even though things are as unpleasant as can be, it's probably a learning process for all of us. Too bad we have to learn it the hard way. But the thing is, we learned.

I don't know how things will be when we return, if life goes on as per normal. I still have 1 month and 8 days away from Singapore, and this last 1 month will be yet another form of experience, of which I am praying hard, will not include foul emotions. But then again, quoting a very philosophical idea of Determinism, perhaps all things are predestined.

P.S. SMU starts school on the 4th Jan! WTF!

My first exam taken in Siam

You are Drama.
You are extroverted and like to show off, but can
be very subtle and intelligent when you want.
As an expert at story-telling, you love
attention and have developed the skill of
keeping it.
You get along well with Literature and Film.


What form of art are you?
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It's 15 minutes away. Yet I'm online, doing all things which somehow become real important during the exam period. E.g. checking emails, finding out which of your friends are attached (Friendster), doing quizzes listed in others' blog, finding out that there is no more Oreos in my fridge, choosing the pictures to be printed out, deciding which picture I am to paint next.

It's 12 minutes away. I am going to walk out of this computer lab in 2 minutes and take a very Philosophical exam, of which I have read the readings given, but not attend 3 out of 7 of the lessons. And of which, I have the lecture notes of only 2, so I probably have 2/7 of the chance of scoring.

It's 11 minutes away and I am typing as fast as I can.

It's 10 minutes away, I have to leave now.

I'd be back 3 hours later, and tell you about my paper.

Good luck. (I hope my red undies help)

supersizehui

Andy said I put on weight from the pictures in Friendster. How am I going to face him in Chiang Mai? Less than 1 month away!

BwwwwwWWWWWwwwwaaaaaHHHHHhh

Bye everyone, I'm going to the gym to pump this supersizebody.

Yah lah, I'm this bimbotic. So what?

I now have more reasons to go home

To a room which is bigger than my squatters (it's not considered an apartment already), with 3 pillows and a bolster to myself, with pretty bedsheets that I chose myself (of pretty brown to match the brown room), with my new paintings, with playstation at my bedfront, with my whole wardrobe of clothes, with my brand new hammock, my sister, my mother, my father, my brother, my Fe, my darling.

To a room which is on the 3rd floor facing the green space my mummy qigongs every morning. The room my Romeo can climb up one day.

Not here.

I wanna go home

No real reason. Just home.

The way to a woman's heart is to know what to say at the right time, while not compromising (too much) truth

Had a pretty funny conversation with Shaun about how I thought his girl lost weight in the picture he sent me, how I forced him tell her I thought so, how he refused because his nick says,

"Men try to be honest but its the Women that force us to lie"

I said well it is what I think and I just want you to tell her what I think and I'm not lying anyway. Besides, there is a universal truth about how "women like to hear about it anyway". Whether its a too-fake-exclaim of "Hey did you do something to your hair?" or "Wow, where did you buy this dress? It makes you look skinny", we just like to hear about it.

Well women, are weird. Books and more books trying to explain the differences has made the authors rich monkeys.

So get girls? Sweet talk. (Note the difference between being good at it and being a total L trying to sweet talk)

I can go on forever, but I need to go to gym now, so that anybody who sees me soon will say those words which I'd love to hear, without compromising the truth.

Ang Mohs Love Singapore

I guess we've always taken Singapore for granted. When the fellow exchange students here asked,

"hey we're going to Singapore, what should we do there?"

We took about 15 minutes to come up with a short list, feeling very skeptical about it, and thinking they're sure to come back and say Singapore is boring and expensive.

But behold, they came back wanting to become citizens of Singapore. They loved our airport and was amazed by the fact that 2 girls were standing at the escalator saying WELCOME TO SINGAPORE (I din get that! Did you? Did you?)

We came up with the idea that if he married one of us he can get citizenship, and he kinda bought it. Now the question is which one.

Oh yes, and the transportation system made a lot of sense, you get everywhere on public transport, everywhere is clean, people spoke English and everyone is friendly. People actually took them to the place they wanted to go even though it was out of the way. (I think I'd try to do that next time for the others, since I can totally understand their situation and wish to have the same treatment when I'm at somewhere unknown) They loved the Little India and Chinatown too!

All the talks about Singapore, plus the extreme scrutinising of friendster yesterday night (Hah I know who is attached and not now) made me miss Singapore so much. Yes so what if it is also as boring? SO what if Silly SMU is full of workaholics and ultra stressful?

It's still kinda where I belong, for now. I'm sure though in 3 months time, on the same blog, I'd be whining about how stupid my groupmates are wanting to meet up everyweek for the project, but let me live in my fantasy now.

I love Singapur

So much for silly quizzes

You're the Mysterious Beauty!


What woman out of fantasy literature are you?
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It's official, I'm bored of Bangkok. I hate the city life (though I came from one?)

It's boring, smelly and people here have nothing better to do but to go to an internet cafe and waste their lives away.

The classes here are boring, and when we are in uniform with our very holy badge, are not allowed to smoke, to tuck out the blouse, or else you'd be stopped by a balding uncle who will say that this sort of behavior will degrade the BEST university in Thailand.

But luckily, I still have full moon party, more provinces, and great companions to get by. And I'd be busy busy with visitors (though not all are here for me as the primary focus) and soon I'd be gone from this stinky ugly messy City.

But still, Thank You, for all your great food and cheap shoes. I mean cheap food and great shoes. Oh whatever.

Phi Phi pictures are out! Comment and drop your email for the pictures.

And Phi Phi's great (pronounced as Pee-Pee). Went snorkelling for the first time in my life and saw fishies and nemos, beautiful beautiful beach, watched 6 movies and got into a bus accident. Well the bus enroute Bangkok din break in time and knock into the truck in front and the screen got smashed. But everything's cool and the driver ain't hurt, only that 3 of us were separated into different "rescue" buses back, of which mine had a bunch of alcholics, funny man from Argentina who taught us how to sing La Bamba, English who looked like a fat John Travolta, Swedish girl who made out behind me with that Argentina guy who taught us to sing La Bamba, and a cannot-make-it Canadian guy who has EQ and IQ of about 20 in total, because he tried to hit on a Scottish girl but an hour later said all Scottish girls are ugly without realising after 20 minutes. Was a hell of a bus ride, the best I ever had, and the craziest ever.

Ko Phi-Phi here we come!

In case you don't know where, it's the place where no-longer-cute Leonardo DiCaprio flexed his not-very-tone abs at in the movie THE BEACH.

In case you never did watch the movie, here's a picture of it:



Not the fact that it is 14 hours of bus ride down South, nor the 1.5 hours ferry ride will deter me from this crystal clear beach with White SAND.



So here we go! Tommorrow! (Only because class is cancelled okay!)

P.S. For what happened the week before at Ko Chang (Ko = island), read Ping's.

And home is finally more like home thanks to a hot plate and a pot. Now we can cook. And we're cooking later. :D

We found an all time low priced internet cafe, which is like at an apartment's ground floor, with rotting keyboards and desk, dirty keys and speakers that blast out Counterstrike by the other Thai kids.

But it's only 15B/hour, which is 60 cents. The 5B savings per hour can work out to be quite a bit. But no comfortable blue cushy chair nor webcam. If you guys wanna see me, then let me know and I'd pay the 5B.

And I'm actually not that sad to be back. Feels very normal to drag myself up from bed and take the tuk tuk to school. Guess we're quite highly adaptable creatures. I only miss the ones I love.

Home's the best still though.

"Wo de jia"

oH no, new shoes, new everything

again. once again, no one can resist $10 shoes that cost 3 times the price in Singapore. Or that skirt I know I can wear to office once I find a job, that cost $8, or that corduroy jacket that matches my hair for $24?

I failed you darling.

And people, please look at my auctions. Got a lot more Adidas jackets for sale.

And don't tell anyone that once I log off I'm meeting Ping at MBK. God knows what good things will happen today. Muahaha.

And I'm soOOoO excited about tommorrow. Got nice things planned ahead for the ones I loved, because...

it's

Sia ZhiPing's BdaE!

I doubt I'd be coming online tonight, so I have to post it a lil earlier. Happy birthday honey bunny. You're the greatest.

Do call us during the meal. love ya

The Thai Culture

Almost couldn't believe my ears when I heard this in the Philo class.

Apparently, the gender discrimination, or rather, expectation is so blantantly absurd here that I am utterly disgusted.

See this 2 horny students were well horny. And they din have a place to go. So they decided to have a go on the public bus. (For how and why, please leave it to your own imagination, mine was rather wild though :P)

And they were caught. And of course the papers made a big fuss (which of course we could not understand because it will be reported in our version of lianhe wan bao) which will of course be in Thai.

So the Thai officials thought about it and decided that this has to stop. So what do they do? They decided to put a signboard, ON the buses, that says:

"Thai Women Should NOT be Promiscuous"(sorry for the mistake)

So we learn, only the woman was involved, the only one who was having sex. All by herself. The guy was totally forgotten. Or maybe he ain't wrong. Just like how they should have sex before marriage cos they need the experience, and have many wives and even more kids like King Mongkut.

I dunno man. I'm no Feminist or shit but this is SO wrong.

I feel like a fool

It's 9.28am GMT+7. It's a Saturday morning. 3 silly girls, who were mugging till 4.30am the night before, showed up in school in a blue-red taxi. Because they were supposed to have a mid term exam.

Just yesterday, these 3 did not know where the exam venue was. Almost went to the wrong place.

It turns out that this time, we got the venue right. But what went wrong?

The paper is at 1pm.

And you said goodbye

Haiyah, it all ended too soon. One blink of the eye, you came.

Another blink, we kissed goodbye.

Soon k. Soon. I promise. Get your bills paid hor

P.S. One last stupid mid term paper to go. All I wanna do, is have some fun (and sleep).

My life seems finally falling into a routine. There is nothing much to looking forward to, except to go to school, then to swim and then to gym after school. Afterwhich, we will boringly eat the roadside store nearby and go home, where Ping will put on her Simply White, and Rose will play FF Tactics.

Me? Read A Beautiful Mind or relak one corner or go to the internet cafe.

So boring right.

But I think October will be FAR more exciting. With trips coming up (down South) to all the beautiful islands like Ko Pha Ngan and Samui and Krabi and Phi Phi and Tao, I'm sure it will all be good.

And I just found tickets to Chiang Mai for 399B. Including airport taxes and other surcharges, one pays a good S$23.50! My gawd.

AirAsia, you have noooooo idea how muchie I lurvee you.

A proud of myself post.

Ahem. I bought a 8 bucks bikinis, in white and pink (though it sounds bimbotic, it's actually quite okay). It's a lil too big for my small boobies, but I guess it just covers more, which is good news to those that do not like me to be in too little when not in their presence.

And did I mention that insofar, I own 6 pair of shoes from BKK already? But fret not, of which, 4 are 8 bucks each. (I haven't included slippers and sandals actually)

And too many tops? And about 4 vintage jackets (I have 3 at home)? And only 1 set of uniform?

I love Thailand.

I should really start to read the news. My Shaunie was on the front page for being a young aspiring investor. And I din know till he forwarded the picture to me.

And hey, the proud part is, I was one of the 3 friends who had faith in him and pool money for him to open the 25k account.

I'm not dying to earn from it lah, but hey I know you're so going to make it big one day.

So proud of you!

I just spent the most fulfilling and happiest 2 days in my Thailand life. Kanchanaburi is hidden treasure man. Thank you everyone, for not knowing much about it, Thank You Lonely Planet, for not giving it too rave review. Thank you for not doing justice to it.

Which is why it is the road less travelled. Which is why it remains, my (and Ping and Rose's) heaven on Earth.

I'd be back. Beg me for pictures.

Trekked . 5km up . 7 tier waterfall . beautiful . clean . little fishes . so much waterfall . little people . raining . wet . almost fell . fell . happy . back to town . great guesthouse . ultra cheap . good food . cheap . happy . home . sad . rose wallet gone .

Since I've been complained by Mr Daggerrrrr (how many R is that?) that I haven't blogged for ages and since I haven't got much to do online, (Please don't think that I have got no life, I was requested to be so, whereas my 2 other angels are out drinking and chilling out with the rest nearby) here's a lil' geez of what that had happened to us for the past few days.

Anyway I am feeling very, very, very sian. Even a lil cheated.

Anyway, for the a little more "interesting" stuff. The trios have signed up for a membership which entitles them to gym (with personal trainer no less), an okay pool, steam bath and sauna. For 1200B, that's about $50/month. So now it's Operation Jianfei. For the first time in SMU exchange history, we will return home without gaining pounds (hopefully).

That's all I have to say though. Till again.

Latest update: We have done some make-shift adjustments. We just pulled some cushion seat out and am training our neck muscles to look up. It's probably the kind of feeling if you sit on the floor and use your comp, or when you watch a movie from the first row.

But it still beats having crampy legs.

Though honestly I don't understand why they want to let us uglify the lobby of this lab and not let us in.

You wouldn't believe this. I am STANDING at the computer lab. Why? Because we are clad in berms. No, not the shorts I wear (which I know is quite short), but Berms. Decent looking Berms. Berms that go over my knee, Berms that covers most of my beautiful legs. My nike berms, if you know which.

So I am made to STAND in front of those computers in front of the la, those computers, which when people use it, get sneered by me for being stupid and not want to go inside and get comfortable with cushioned chairs. Those computers without scroll mouse and USB ports. Those computers that make my legs ache.

Not that I did not explain myself and try to miu miu. Exchange student - international student - don't know why - don't know must wear longs - need to hand up assignment tommorrow - need to use computer desperately - stay very far away.
But the guy say - the other students will hate him for letting us in.

Will you? Or you?

Pssfteed (the sound I am somewhat trying to make)

I don't like it when I don't know what is wrong. I am far away, but I think I need to know.

Don't leave me alone.

I decided to blog a reasonable length blog today as there hasn't been any big updates in life since I have been here.

And tommorrow marks the 1st month anniversary of Hui's embracing Thailand.

And a lot of things has happened since, much euphoria from being in Thailand, and not that much back home.

Happy things first. We just came back from Hua Hin, which is about 240km from BKK. It was a major pack and go decision made just 2 days before. Right, and we did not need to miss ANY classes for it.

In short, its a little town with not too pretty beaches. Okay maybe that is not the right way to put it. It's more like East Coast Park. Yes! Not even Sentosa. Stayed at a Guesthouse with fan and toilet for only 200B (8SGD).

But with us around, we'll always still have our own bagful of fun. Rented 2 bikes and travelled around and explored the place "like true riders on the road", even going on a flyover. Not to worry, the traffic is really much lighter there, and people ride at like 40km/h on average. Oh and its against the law if you don't put on a helmet when you ride, but the pillion rider need not put on any helmet though.

And the most exciting part of the trip was the fireworks. Not watching fireworks, but letting off fireworks. Small ones of course, but being a city kid in a fine (and ban) city, it's like a major thing to me. From choosing which to buy, to finding the right place to let it off, and of cos watching it was amazing. We first let it off at some so call beach right in front of some hotel. Din had enough fun and went to buy more fireworks again. But the second rounds were bigger (we were risk adverse and bought the small ones first) and attracted more attention, so well we were chased away by the security guards and some worker of the hotel who wanted to say it is against the law and too near the King's Palace but pronounced it so badly that Rose heard that the King of Paris was in town.

Cheap (literally) thrill. Yum. Oh and thanx Wilson. Because of your coming this week, we have to give Ko Samui's full moon party a miss. Bleh.

Everyone back home, I miss you. It may seem like I'm having so much fun I forgot all about you guys. But no, I do miss you. Yes you. You you you you. Stay healthy back there, we're trying too, with the bad pollution and all. Do call us anytime. It's not that expensive right?

Check out my little home's pictures.

And my auction too (link is on your right) to see if you like anything. :D

Long time since I've blogged. Have been too happy settling down (and now I should consider it all settled down).

My home address is
425/98 Phetchabure Soi 7
Phetchabure Road,
Rachatavee,
Bangkok 10400,
Unit 1801

For pictures of my home, sorry you guys need to wait, for Hui hasn't configured her laptop in school and internet cafe computers are not that good for uploading pictures. Hang in there.

For more detailed explanations of my home, please click the link to Rosiemary's blog. A much more precise entry is available. :)

The girls (minus Ping who has no class on Monday, and minus the belt for we forgot to buy it and need to fly to the co-op before class starts)



Chio anot. Muahaha

P.S. If you can't view this picture then click on this link okay

yup here.

Sorry for the lack of updates. Have been busy with much. Have been happy and well so no need for any worries. Pictures will be up once we figure out how to use the Chula WIFI. Meanwhile it's internet cafe near our home. So, it's pretty limited.

Feel free to drop me a call 66 06 0588544. If you are a Starhub user, you can call this direct no. 0186660588544.

Missing everyone at home, and my baby who should be touching down as I type.

Greetings again. Today is Lazy Sunday, and the 3 of us have decided to nuah the day away at Th Khao San road. We have exhausted all our cash (actually just me) and so now we are eating cheap (but nonetheless really good) roadside food. Can you beat 25b porridge that comes with a lot of pork? And even egg? (That's about $1). BANGKOK, KHROP KHUN KAR!

Ping will finally arrive tommorrow, and it will be Koh Samet!

P.S. I hope this gets you in time. You can bring as much nonsense as you want, but please don't bring clothes. Because you will regret it (Learn from experience: Rosie san)

Anyway, nothing much has happened since then, except that I made my first trip (this trip) to Chatuchat Market. Sure it is still as squeezy, hot and not for the weak heart. But if you guys wanna go I'd bring you along!

And of course, the nothing-can-be-more authentic Thai Massage at the place it all started - Wat Po! It is now, the place the trios cracked all their joints like never before. I LOVE YOU BANGKOK!

P.S. For all you people who will likely come over to visit (and wish to stay over), please bring your own sleeping bag, for there will not be enough beds (but enough space) for you to sleep on. Perhaps sofa may do, but better play safe. And bring a bigger bag, for Hui will have things for you to help her bring home.

3rd morning here. Went for a great meal at Chinatown. I mean it's fantastically cheap. Thank you Bangkok. I love your big head prawns and ultra fresh steam fish. And your oysters too.

Anyway we finally got a mobile line. It's at +66 (if that is the Thailand country code, i think it is) 07 0933093. Don't call us, just SMS, and we will call you back as we gotten ourselves some cheap calling card too. About 20 cents a min to call Singapore. So just beep us, we call you if you miss us k.

Okay, bye for now! Today is massage day

(This entry is mainly for Ping's knowledge)

I'm here already. Khao San is still just as cool as when we left it.

The 3 of us are sitting here at one of the internet cafe (1B per minute). Found a temporary place to stay at Khao San of course, with air con and a queen bed + single bed for 24 SGD a day. Went to Chula today and took a picture in School UNIFORM (we borrowed it, waiting for you to come and buy it together) for our student card. The BBA office people are really friendly and there is this broken wrist which Jason totally cannot stand but me and Rose can picture ourselves going for manicure with him.

Yes, the uniform is very small, very tight. But I'm sure we will start a new trend, or be frown upon. (You know, I'm seriously worried we wun fit into those clothes. The girls here have waist of 24 and below. Even the belt I think, we can only wear on our thighs.

He sourced for a place for us to stay which is real near school (5 mins bus?) and will cost only 10,000B. I doubt it;d be 3 bedrooms, but anyway we will be visiting the apartment hopefully tommorrow. The catch is the people staying there are moving out only on the 4th, so your greatest fears of not having a place when you arrive may come true should we like the place and all. But 2 days only lah.

And contrary to popular beliefs, AirAsia's aircon is quite power. Heh, and drinks are served at like 20B or so, so can buy.

Hurry along, I'm waiting for you to shop with me. You know it's much more fun with real shopaholics.

P.S. Thank you my darlings for sending me off!

Dear all,

As an active blogger user, Hui has got her gmail too. Flood me with kind words (no spams, unless it's hardcore porn, I like :P)

chonghuihui@gmail.com

I'm intending to use this for life like for my resumes and stuff in the future so I'm going kick your dick puny if you sign me up for any spam.

Meanwhile, I'm about off to get prepared for the silly 20th Anniversary D&D AJC has. Waste of my time and money.

Music: A neighbour kid is playing his recorder - that Alisan de Gu niang song. SO classic.
 
P.S. You - I hope you know that I'm not very happy about how the telephone conversation went either.

At 2.39am, Hui is still not sleeping. She told her bro she'd take 10 mins more on the net, at about 11pm.

Hui's not sleeping because she slept a lot the whole day. And the day before. And the day before yesterday. And usually she's playing PS or watching her baby play PS and/or falling asleep slowly at this time.

Now Hui is trying her best to surf the net, and has exhausted all of her 200something friends' pictures and profiles and testimonials.

So she blogs, although she blogged less than 5 hours ago.

And she speaks in 3rd person, just because she has nothing better to do.

No, you can never spend too much time with anyone. Because I am dying now that he is at home. The bed is too big. For me alone.

(But nothing's gonna change my love for you Chee Peng, and of cos Ping Ching Kong Piang)

Nokia + Sentosa tommorrow = Great sun no fun + ugly tannlines + short mini skirt @work.

6 days to Thailand, and Terrific Tuesday was a day where I manage to strike off lots of my To-dos. I managed to do my Visa, bought my Travel Insurance, bought Lonely Planet Thailand ($20 bucks off Kino price no less) and looked around Far East to check out the latest trends so as to continue my e-business plans.  I even sneaked a 1/2 price waffle at Gelare (Tuesday is Waffle day!) And today I managed to pack my luggage, or should I say instead, chose the clothes I intend to bring over. 15kg limit + a land of unlimited cheap clothings and everything else doesn't make things too easy. Good bye my only worn once (or not yet worn!) Mangoes, Zaras. Let's pray they won't go out of fashion come December.

I'm getting quite a bit excited as the date nears, but it's still quite hard to just pack and go. Like I have been Nokia-ing the past many weekends and hardly spent time with my family ( I am, a very family oriented person). And during weeknights, I'm usually just occupied with saving the world with my thumb and index finger on this thing called the Playstation and a shiny CD with FF printed. With my domestic pet as well. (So gonna miss you!)

Plus all the friends I have not met the whole holiday because of my internship, all the dinner dates that I forgot, we put off or whatever. I'm sorry! Please forgive me!

Btw, I just subscribed to a yahoo mail cos I realised it has 100mb storage. Yummy. Goodbye silly 2mb hotmail. Email me at effyhui (at) yahoo (dot) com okay?

Btw, I realised that the latest trends in Friendster is people put their Convo pics. (Okae, yes I am THAT bored and THAT no life!)

Template changed. Yet to customise. Sorry peeps, your comments are all gone. You can comment again if you think I have yet to read it and/or you'd like your big name posted up.

Good day my ladies and good sirs.

You know, I don't exactly like the way I am feeling right now.

I'm actually dreading the trip by just a bit. Like honestly the whole impact of yeah I'm going away! is not there anymore. Not like yucks I don't wanna go, but maybe I'm too free (sorry Ping) and nothing much to do (sorry Ping) that I'm feeling this slight misery. And my guess is I'd feel withdrawn there like never before, but that can be managed in a while. Of course what that will add to it has been mentioned earlier - my level of nothing-to-do-ness matched with my inability to complete my games due to piracy. Wtf really.

But I'm starting a good book and it's beginning to get quite exciting. That I am quite happy about (thank you darling).

And I'm feeling kinda jaded about relationships. Not boy-girl (isn't it like male-female man-woman homme-femme for us now?) relationship but with people, with friends and stuff. I am so beginning to not understand some people whom I once thought I did. And the masquerade thingy? Congratulations here's another.

And for moments in my life I wondered, is it me? Why do we never read each other in the right way? All I want may be to have a pack of snack and you'd think that I want the snack because of this, because of that. Sometimes there is NO cause of action. You just - want. And if that means I am a selfish person who only take in a relationship and not give?

But I conclude nope not me alone. It's just that you 2 are never meant to be. Good we found out. Not soon enough.

you seriously wouldn't believe this. as i set forth to complete my ff9 (not 10), it hung on me at the 2nd last king too!

what, you mean i'm not allowed to complete ANY games?

Here are the important things that I have to do before I leave for the Land of Smiles.

1. Complete FFX (it died on me at a critical stage - JUST!)
2. Complete Dragoon with my boo
3. Fix up my laptop, maybe even (for the first time) reformat it. Too much parasites and pop ups.
4. Fix up the internet at my place (it's working half the time now)
5. Visit the dentist about the lousy filling
6. Make my Student Visa
7. Clear up my locker
8. Try to find a place to stay
9. Change the template of my blog

Remember people, (not like I'm counting down), I'm leaving in 21 days. That's exactly 3 weeks for you. If you are going to like miss me, better book an appointment with me. Depending on your value in my heart, I have to decide if you are worth my time away from the all wonderful PS2.

Just kidding, I'm sure you guys will.

I'd be bumming around at home most of the time. It has been tested and proven to be the most effective way of saving money with GSS lurking about. Besides, I only had this room for 2 months and I'm leaving it again. But don't just turn up at my place cos I might be ahem you know busy.

Btw, I just found out about that I had this ex-bf from fren 1, who heard it from fren 2, who heard it from fren 3, who somehow knew him through some hobby which shall remain unnamed. Yep. I know who he is, but I really, really never knew when we were each others. Amazing, sometimes, how things turn out.

And say hi to my new pet, Ch'Bomba. Picture of him will be posted up when I feel like it.

It's not true. Ping, you told me that I don't have anything but a lot of money. But I just checked my ibank statement. My money is flowing out TOO FAST, just the same! It's depleting. Rather quickly, mysteriously too.

Thank you Zara, Thank you Mango. Hello new skirt, hello new top(s).

And so, my aim in life is to NOT go to town, but to go skating, gym and other forms of exercises to keep me busy, healthy and rich (I mean, not poorer).

And we miss you Chee Peng! (Chee Peng, Chee Peng, oh baby, she moves, she moves...)

Here it is, my latest conquest.

By the way, I leave for land of smiles 27th July. Well wishers welcomed. Flight is at 11am or so if I'm not wrong.

It's almost official. No girl can ever, ever have enough yummy looking mini skirts. Not when there is Abercrombie & Fitch around.

Never.

P.S. I cannot decide if I love or hate Yahoo Auctions for all the emotions it's causing me.

I'm feeling happy (sha lah lah).

Anyway AirAsia tickets for one way is only like 66 SGD (Subjected to availability and exchange rate) but it's about there lah.

Just like erm, 2.5 times more than going to KL?

So who is going to visit us the pok sisters?

Will the real slim sawatikarps please stand up?

tau pok goes thailand

By CHONG HUI HUI

SINGAPORE - the 3 pok sisters (tau pok, ping pok and rose pok) will touch down the holy land of siam in august in conjunction with their cultural exchange with King Mongut's son, King Chulalongkorn.

For now, it's all about AirAsia, ValueAir or as Niao pok (ZP) suggest (which, unfortunately, is not of service as yet), her beloved Pooh's best friend's airway, the Tig(g)er Air.

So fare thee well my dear niao pok, who will be alone in tormenting temasek. and of cos, to my unleashed too.

Yup people. I'm okay. Thanx Missy Aiai for asking. Officially 2 weeks till the end of my internship. I suppose it's a blessing in disguise for I am able to end it earlier. Whether I will officially "pass out" will be another issue to be dealt with when the need arise. Meanwhile let me in bliss, with the fact that 10 man-days are left to cheer.

Nothing much has happened which was happening enough to blog down, not about myself at least, but about friends, their decisions, unfortunate incidents and such. All of which may not be too right to be posted here, and only for my little black book's record (which, I happen to not be able to find it).

As for little truth and little lies, I bought some silly things again.

Beatrix Kiddo (Black Mamba)




You're the Bride! Strong and determined, you can do anything once you set your mind to it. You long for vengeance and for a happy ending, and will do anything to achieve them.

Kill Bill: Which Deadly Viper Assassin Are You? (Vol. II spoilers... results with pics)

I'm having very mixed feelings. Apparently I'm feeling kinda down and out, but once again put on a smile put on a front. And selfish me expects people to be around me to hear me out, hear me whine. Coincidently or not, none of the selected few managed to find out about my story. Calls were unanswered, people were occupied, some probably asleep. I know not and don't need to.

Okay then again I'm not exactly what one may say "disturbed". I'm just well worried I guess. Worried what kind of shit I may have to go through in search and in search, should tommorrow be the last, or what kind of shit I have to go through for the next 3 weeks, and whether I have to go through the 9 weeks 365 days later.

And I don't think I was bad. enough.

And my withdrawal symptoms are bad. Enough to disgust myself. But I tell myself fucking nope, it must be because of what happened today. Don't lose yourself to what you pride never to become.

But I love you. And you and you and you. Even if I act like a bitch sometimes, or become a whiny ass. Just still love me everyone.

Even if I cannot number crunch.

Sorry honey bunny, for everything yesterday. Never meant things to be this way, or to make you feel like that.

If Pinky feels so too, please tell Hui.

P.S. I hate the way my ice-cream disappears in my fridge. I had one small cupful. And this morning I saw half a tub. By evening it was gone mysteriously disapparated.

After eating so freaking much junkies over the weekend, I promise myself to detox a lil'. I managed to not drink anything sweet, all h20 and a lipton tea, plus only cereals for lunchie.

But in the end, I couldn't.

I ate a cupful of B&Js.

P.S. Do you guys miss seeing me online or not? :D

You won't be seeing me online quite often because of the following reason:

1. Shifting in progress. Very busy.
2. Not broadband ready home as yet. In a few days.
3. I am a Simleon.

And you'd likely not see too many comments because most who comments are Sim-ing too.

BTW, I'm at my still Wireless connected ol' home right now clearing up and hence squeezing some time to blog.

So for those who miss me, you can SMS or call me at my N-gage. :D I might put you on loudspeaker to Sim on though.

And if you don't understand what I'm saying now, it's okay. Don't ask.

P.S. I was such a mean typing machine today at work that my eyes were a blurrrrrr and my head spinning when I reached Boon Lay MRT station. My fingers even felt cramp. All because my boss is going KL tommorrow and need the figures, which is already in the system but the lousy people at Annex 2 (the Computer poops) couldn't extract them out from the system and I was typing it all out again from the print out. How kok is that. Guess I'd be dreaming about the excel spreadsheet.

Of little pleasures and little vices

an entry drafted at work

I've finally fulfilled a part one part of my adolescent dream of performing at the durian (served chill). Unfortunately however, as the dream is coming true, it does not have that fairy tale effect I have thought it would have the sensation was simply

yeah dream came true. period.

The hall was not as magnificent or grand as I thought, Sweets said its already one of the best around. So blame it on the pictures they painted in my mind with their artist's impression long ago. I'm glad, but disappointed not so much of the venue but how I felt about the whole thing.

One thing real amazing which caught my attention greatly though is the wonderful backstage, designed cleverly in a circle shape so that when one's lost they won't bang their head against the wall (then again, finding oneself at the hsame spot might) the resting area for artiste are great, hotel standard really. Oh and I like the unisex toilet concept too!

Smoochies and moochies to darlings who turned up, and to those who wanted to but couldn't due to yours truly's folly. Remember, you guys were there with me through my virginal attempt, and I'd tell Hui junior about it in the future.

But having said that, I'm still prefer the theatre. I feel so different in there, maybe it's the grand stage, maybe its the show that is put up, maybe (likely not) its the company, maybe I'm just sick of concerts, maybe it's the under-20 audience. Whatever it is, yup my dream has fulfilled. Period.

As a reward to my dream come true (I hope when Price Charming arrive, the sensation won't be such), I'm buying a tub of B&J. All is welcome. But you must help me pray that it won't melt on my hour long journey home.

"Thou shalt not melt!"

And hence the little pleasures and vices in life.

P.S. Do you think my butt is too small? I always don't seem to fill up a skirt properly. Mind you, I do love the way it looks, just wanted some 2nd 3rd 4th 5th opinion on it, cos I saw a girl wearing the mini I own and her ass cups nicely while mine's kind, hanging about.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

Being an avid commuter of our MRT recently brought about some negative emotions in my mind, one of which is the way Singaporeans need to be reminded for every single thing imaginable. They have to repeatly warn us to stand behind the yellow line (note they repeat their announcement), to give way to alighting passengers and even got that lame group of people who cannot speak English properly to tell us to move to the center of the cabin, to keep our noise level down. But hey, they on that waaaay too loudly, and its irritating (though yes it does reflect the Singaporean spirit of bad English) speaking too loudly, so what's the purpose?

At where I'm lowly paid data entry staff they even have an amusing way of reminding you not to stain the toilet seat (We know that) yet, they need to say, for example, urine, shit, menstrual blood. DUH! I mean, do we really need for examples? C'mon its not a primary skool (whether that deserve to be displayed in so is yet debatable) we are working class adults here. Thank you for reminding us what sort of stains we might be able to leave.

And I like the musical chair-like effect of rushing into the MRT - Ultra amusing (yet I'm sadly one of those who curse myself for not securing a seat too) and tada before you know it is 45 mins to home! Adding out the very brief entry about my moving house, yup its this weekend and you have no idea the headache I go through. At least, I learn something from it, the next time you have something you don't know to keep or not - DON'T! My mum just found out about my too many bags. But I don't even have time to sort them out. Guess you'd see some of them at my auctions pages soon.

But having said that, abeit all hassles and fuss (& other personal reasons with the move) I'm glad I am too. It's a big change, a good clearance which my house definitely need (you'd be surprise tt my house actually used to be quite big before we stacked it up with too much stuff).

So people, try not to entice me with too much outings. I'd definitely want to go, but I know I shouldn't. So don't ask, unless I ask for it. I'd go home straight (today's the 4th time in 4 weeks) and hopefully it be so far the next 3 days.

And lastly, light finally shone down on a dear friend and all is now bright and clear. Even though it caused a bulb to fuse in the process, but its all fate if there is such. Follow the bright path ahead sweets. I think I saw some shining armour.

Okay, my "official" date of moving is 22nd May. Will the real slim shady (who wants to help Hui) please stand up?

End of the week! *squeek*

Here's the thing one would hate most when moving. You see something which is useless, not that pretty to be displayed, don't know where to put it, but made for you by someone who still belong in that corner of your heart.

And you know you can't bear to throw it.

So you sigh and pack it in a box.

i'm sure my room will be as messy if this keeps happening

I really lurrrrrrrrrve lazy weekends, and be lazily awaken with a lazy smile lazily in bed.

But having said that, it's Monday again tommorrow. Freakin sian.

The only thing I can think of that remotely make sense is (and highly influenced from)

This place ah, really very nbcb one leh.

Hate it. Out, out. But I can't.

And btw, did you know that if you pay $50million, you can get any SMU building to be named after you? Imagine Chong Hui Hui School of Social Science (because Business is taken up by Lee Kong Chiam already).

The King and I

Many happy clouds in the sky today

Maybe a lil' too many for Sentosa

But heck

I just want to scream

Weekends is here

I survived Boon Lay one week

Never loved weekends so much

Have a good one

I will

p.s. the greatest feeling in the world must be to be hugged.

Of little highly symbolic words

I am miserably paid and miserable at work. Oxford (and the other dictionaries) should change the meaning of interns to lowly paid overqualified cheap labour that does everything from shreddin paper to becoming a warehouse assistant.

Bringing my and plushes to work to make me feel better and bring some in my life. Although actually makes me happy too. ;)

I love my bear.

Bugger.

It's bloody PMS (literally) time!

And I'm fucking having cramps. I am irritable, in pain and horny. So I deserve the right to curse and swear.

NABEI!

*breathes*

So if I roar/snap/bite at you for anything, please forgive me. And try to be nice too. Even if I say I'd stick my finger into your arsehole. 3 days will pass before you know it.

and i don't care if i sound like a stupid bimbo/ bitch but i want that lacey mango camisole in black which ai ai and rose rose's sista haf

And BTW, do you know I am only going to earn a ding dong amount of $27 a day for the next 3 months of work? Dope!

"All the world's a stage and the men and women on it merely players."

Life's a stage. With my onion peels and smiley masquerade specially. But there had been some parts which were never part of it.
And when (one of the few left) part of your life which has never been "staged" becomes one, you kinda feel sad about it. Even though you're more or less used to it.

ENFP - "Journalist". Uncanny sense of the motivations of others. Life is an exciting drama. 8.1% of total population.

Take Free Myers-Briggs Personality Test

Happy Birthday Papa!

And yup, I had a good time yesterday people. *muaks*

EXAMS' OVER!!!!!!!

Tommorrow and tommorrow and tommorrow!
(Actually it's only 10 more hours to happiness for months to come)

Not as though it signifies much really, afterall we have already been out shopping today! 2 pretty shirts for me, a bag a shirt for she, a bag a shirt a skirt for 2nd she.

Retail therapy. I like. :) Of course, I love my darlings too. If they weren't there... it wouldn't be so fun.

After some staring at the mirror and looking at old pictures, I realised it's been a while since I grew my hair. So I have hastily decided that...

I will try to grow my hair! If I want to go to the salon, please go along with me to prevent me from telling the auntie that I want hair that can stand.

Sixtoomany members,

What do you say about opening my Absolut Vodka, Baileys, JD & Malibu and drink ourselves silly post exams?

At the "chalet" maybe. But we have to promise not to ruin my new sofa.

Karaoke session on Monday.

Please RSVP.

Compulsory attendance: Honky tong (go lah!)

P.S. the no. of mozzie bites i got from the last 3 days have to be record breaking. i think it hit more than 20. fuck you lah mozzies. just recieved 3 new fresh ones.

mood: swollen and itchy.

Featuring effy chong.

Me llamo Hui Hui. Me apellido Chong. Soy singapurena. Soy estudiante. Hablo tres lenguas: ingles y chino, y un poco de espanol. Tengo veintiun anos. Soy de mediana estatura y un poco gordo. Tengo el pelo morena, corto y liso. Tengo los ojos negros. Soy alegre, optimista, tonta y vaga.
Me gusta mucho nadir y ir de compras y escucha musica. Por la noche yo escucha musica. Los domingos voy nadir.
No me gusta ir al futbol.
Me levanto a las 9:00 de la manana, me ducho, y desayuno un café con leche y una tostada. A las 9:45 sale de casa, y coge el autobus a las 10:00. Su clase comienza a las 11:00. Come en la cafeteria con sus companeros a las 14:00. Regreso a su casa a las 18:00. Estudia toda la tarde y cena a las 23:00.
Tengo un Padre, un Madre, un hermano y un hermana. Mi Padre es medico, mi madre es periodista. Mi hermano y hermano son estudian.
Estos son mis amigos. Rose estudia arquitectura. Es baja y morena. Rose muy guapa. Tiene el pelo muy largo y liso. Mark es el novio de Rose. Estudia derecho. Es Moreno y alto. Tiene el pelo rizado y los ojos negros.
Mi casa al este de la Singapur. Mi domitorio es grande y moderna, y en la calle Serangoon. Es interior. Vivo en el numero ocho, en ella quinto piso, codigo postal 12345.

First to get the translation right wins a kiss from me! And I mean exactly its meaning, you can try the kok translator but it may be a lil' off. So try if you wish!

ITS OVER OVER OVER!!
actually only one down, but i machiam machiam make so much noise.

And I need to do something about my eye bags

I wanna eat world's best tiramisu again and again and again! Just that thought makes me feel orgasmic. :X

Read about it here!! (although it is not of entire relevance)

And I want to go and paaaaaaarrttty too.

To pearl of orient with love:

Ping, I'm so green (+ pink + blue + yellow) with envy. I promise to scrimp and save and eat lousy food throughout my internship so as to join you at Lan Kwai Fong & Wan Chai. I'd bring my polka dots tube along. Just wait for me.

I'm in love..

why you so expensive!

Exam in 28 hours, and I'm online. And I can't even give a reason why I'm online. As always.

After the jog (and more) this evening before dinner, I feel achy. Did I mention that my legs jellified halfway through?

And I dunno why I'm reporting this now and not looking at my notes.

effy declares herself a true blue passive smoker. when i met so-and-so just now, the feeling was weird. as we were walking along the road after makan, there wasn't any light ups, and at that moment - ladies and gentlemen, that moment was deafening.

i felt empty. something felt wrong. i guess it's not because i love the ciggies, but i love my puff daddy and mummys, and missed them ardently just.

P.S. my ps2 went home.
P.P.S. I feel like cutting my fringe till I look like a cukoo

It's almost 7am. I'm awake. I'm online. I'm distracted. I'm almost not tired. I know not why. I tried to study. I manage to a little. I keep thinking of things. I'm distracted.

Anyway, here's something I wrote ages back. in 2001 or 2002.

"Well, for those who know me, they will know me for having actions strongly governed by impulse, being unable to endure restrictions on my freedom. rights i call them. outspoken and at times argumentative, sarcastic, and indiscrete. well i do know my faults, though I dun really consider them as faults, but rights i call them. on the surface, i am a bubbly, outgoing, cheeky and loud, almost without a sense of shame or embarassment. that i am. yet I am private. no, I do not seek isolation, i enjoy the company of people: my friends, my family, my loved ones etc, yet when it comes to my innermost thoughts and feelings, i hardly allow any to enter. only a special few whom had touched my heart are allowed into my inner world. even so, not everyone understands the real me. because in fact, not one, not even myself, knows.

i love to day dream, talk to myself, dream of the future. recently, i keep thinking about what comes after death. its so frightening. but hey let's avoid speaking about the inevitable. sheesh.

i dream of the future, i dream of myself being a grandma, with my grandchildren running around, with my husband, still loving as ever, hand in hand, taking care of them as our children are busy with their career. i dream of a wonderful family. guess afterall, i'm just a little woman, and family life somehow comes into the picture more than being a successful entrpreneur or anything. not that i don't want to be successful too. but well, nothing beats being a tai tai. rich tai tai. :D"

Exam?

What thing?

But the pain.. it stays.......

For happy:

She smiles and smiles
It's apparently her style
So even when the smile is fake
She keeps that smile for all of friends' sake
Smiles and looks tho' she's okay
Smiles and smiles till the end of the day

Back on her own in quiet solitude
She took off all the being cute
On her bed under cracks and dents
Where she could get away from all torment
A place she knew she could no longer grin
A place to finally express her feelings from within

Although tears are piling
It can't stop down-rolling
But she can't stop smiling
For Smiley girl knows
When she does smile
It makes one's day and that's worthwhile

to all you people who did not choose The Phantom of the Opera as my fave musical...

This is why you did wrong.

Think of me,
think of me fondly,
when we've said
goodbye.
Remember me
once in a while -
please promise me
you'll try.

When you find
that, once
again, you long
to take your heart back
and be free -
if you
ever find
a moment
spare a thought
for me ...

We never said
our love
was evergreen,
or as unchanging
as the sea -
but if
you can still
remember,
stop and think
of me ...

Think of all the things
we've shared and seen -
don't think about the things
which might have been ...

Think of me,
think of me waking,
silent and
resigned.

Imagine me,
trying too hard
to put you
from my mind.

Recall those days,
look back
on all those times,
think of the things
we'll never do -
there will
never be
a day, when
I won't think
of you ...

60 seconds quickie DIDYOUKNOWS at effy's

Commonly used terms in stock market:

A "bull" is someone who thinks the stock market will register a rising trend

A "bear" is someone who thinks the stock market will register a declining trend

Bull Market is a market showing a long period of rising prices

Bear Market is a market showing a long period of falling prices

You're a Dream GF!

You're a definite keeper. You're not needy or clingy and you're almost as much fun to be around as one of the guys! You know exactly how much space your guy needs and how to keep your own groove on while in a relationship.

But yet I know exactly how it feels when the venus in you acts up and it's so easy to succumb to become what guys do not want. Like when you miss that somebody and your heart is dancing at your toes you feel the butterflies you pick up the phone you call he misses you message you delete you hang around in c-space he's not. then remember from a korean flick that the biggest mistakes girls make is to cling onto the man. Yes. Fight the urge.

And while we are at relationships, I found this really beautiful poem, at some friend's friend's LJ, which, IMO, is pretty well written. I just love her metaphors. Real mental.

Sex without love

How do they do it, the ones who make love
without love? Beautiful as dancers,
Gliding over each other like ice-skaters
over the ice, fingers hooked
inside each other's bodies, faces
red as steak, wine, wet as the
children at birth, whose mothers are going to
give them away. How do they come to the
come to the come to the God come to the
still waters, and not love
the one who came there with them, light
rising slowly as steam off their joined
skin? These are the true religious,
the purists, the pros, the ones who will not
accept a false Messiah, love the
priest instead of the God. They do not
mistake the lover for their own pleasure,
they are like great runners: they know they are alone
with the road surface, the cold, the wind,
the fit of their shoes, their over-all cardio
vascular health--just factors, like the partner
in the bed, and not the truth, which is the
single body alone in the universe
against its own best time.

-- Sharon Olds

So to what extent do you agree? Comments?

On a stark contrast to dearest aiai's entry (which, had conveniently left out bits about us), I seek to confirm my belief that a model's figure is only so for one to look at the clothes, and not at her. So no big boobs, hourglass figures allowed. Hangers, Ping would say. Clothes always look nice on the racks. And so on them. But they don't have to look good. So there. And aiai, not all were tall and lanky. The guys especially not, but I liked their faraway look. Very Calvin Klein.

***

Someone made me realised I'm almost clueless in life (again), even though I know I'm not the only one. All I know is I don't want to stop studying. At least ZP knows what she kinda wants, albeit the rather different nature. Luckily I'm still a year away. If only I have the money, I'd just keep on studying till my PhD and not fuss about what kind of job I want. Then again, I'd have to decide what I am going to further study on.

***

Having decided to be a good daughter I decided to wait around at home to see if mummy would like to go out with me, like shopping or otherwise. Weekends are hardly spent at home, since it's a special day I thought hey just do it, but it turned out that she is more happening than I thought and ain't home. blah!

So I was bored and looking through all of my happy clicks. Yes people I own 300mb worth of photos. Although perhaps none are even close to what one may call agoodphototaken, but heck. I learn some little truths.

1. I look no different for the past 4 5 years. The only difference is in the skin colour, hair colour and (Thank God for this!) taste in clothes. :P

2. I really worked in a lot of jobs. Retail (77th street), Sales (hub), F&B (Nanjya, Kiku), Exhibitions (Communic, SIBOS), Flower pot (Performance Motors, Standchart, Cine), Office (Nippon, Mt Eliz Hosp, Standchart)

3. Half of the 300mb pictures are taken by ourselves. Explanation: Cammie facing us with outstretched hands. Usually 2 faces, sometimes 3 and once in a while squeeze 4.

4. We took pictures while a. swimming, b. tanning, c. after shopping, d. during meals e. after meals, f. trying clothes, g. working, h. at the beach, i. in town after beach, j. in class, k. during break in class, l. bowling, m. pool, n. clubbing, o to z. so on and so forth.

Happy Birthday marmee

go go do it now!

For working so hard last week, plus my winnings on S-League, I'm proud to announce the self-pamper of a new pair of Levi's Jeans, a nice meal + treat at Marche with ZP, and whatever I want to buy for my new room from IKEA, which I don't know what yet.

One learns to be self contented and makes the best out of the situation.

And I intend not to go for my Canada / Europe dream already. Face reality and do my exchange at Chulalongkong University and live like a Queen there. Yup, that sounds good too.

TLC

"I need some love like I never needed love before....
I had a little love, now I'm back for more"

Cheesy Spice Girls actually spells (not sing) out what I'm feeling.

Can't explain, just felt this need at this very moment. Now. I just feel kinda empty. Void. Nada. So please shout out loud those who love me.

"All you need is LLoOOoOVVe"





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something's exciting's gonna happen to someone exciting! good luck dearie!

someone is such a b!tch

Well I hardly write anything personal in my blog nowadays. Din seem the need to and whatever that have been happening or rather going through my mind all the while isn't much anyway.

But now I'm in this nostalgic mood and I guess most people who loves me know why as I have already informed them of the news.

A new environment will be a great change, with my own personal space and a new exciting thing to do with my angels, like going to IKEA together and stuff, but because it is nonpermanent, you kinda don't feel so excited over it. Afterall, it's not exactly yours, so why do so much.

And the dready look how much stuff I have in my house notion of packing all up in boxes and boxes is quite sian. Clearing up, throwing aways. Will be a good DA SHAO CHU which my family doesn't have the tradition to. And of course, the very practical and whole reason for it. Life will be easier for the folks, hence us. We'll all be happier.

But how would they feel, to leave this place they put everything in. How much they've gone through, and ponder on to do this or to do that about it. How they work their lives away to see us through our education, but not being able to live in what that has their name to it. If only I know how they feel. And we feel sad because we don't have enough to buy another pair of shoes.

Having said all these, it's just this thing about having stayed in this home, this room since I was 9, and about when I started to really remember things. So now, here, on my bed now, I look about the room and want to remember everything about it. From the time I moved in, still remembered buying stuff from IMM Jurong, which was then some prestige thing you need a member's card to make purchases, to designing the decor section above my bed with my ornaments which I no longer fancy and the whole aircon leak hooha where a hole was drilled through to my toilet to fix the pipe.

And I'd leave this place permanently in a month's time. This pose, this lying on the bed seeing the room, the too small for my amount of clothes wardrobe on my far left, my messy pink table which never sees light, my sis and Fe on my right, always disturbed by my late night calls, my toilet just 3 steps away. The stupid jokes we crack and laugh like mad, using our pillow to stifle the sound. My sweeties, ppl who lie in or on the bed with me, to talk about life or just to be comfy.

It may not be the prettiest room, and I'm not missing it because it's a big house, but just the very room I spend 1/3 of my life warmth under the blanket, another 1/5 doing my work. The place I struggled through my PSLE, my O's, my A's. That Pink table. The home I missed when I was in the hall, like a baby I wanted to go home.

It just feel so weird.

Haiyah, its only day 6.

& I clicked BUY NOW! at yahoo auction on a yummy bag I was looking at for the longest time.

But thing is, I saw it in Feb, and intended to buy it then, so I suppose it doesn't constitute a breaking of my vow yah?

*whistles*

I've been living up to my words for the past 3 days, with temptations arising from Marina Sq to Orchard. And nono, contrary to popular beliefs, Hui Hui could resist those purchases, but it is also partially because nothing really wow caught her attention, although we did find the black version of the Adidas bag I posted previously at TOPMAN.

And finally, the whole stretch of tests have come to halt. For the time being. Next week - No test! Why would one think that's yippee woo? Well afterall, for those who have been following this pathetic journey realised (you should after the numerous whiney posts) my string of tests that bombarded me since week6, with 1 or 2 each week till now (week9). I can now let my hair down (pardon the pun) and while still have work to do, embark on the journey of no brainer surfing for information and analysis of fantastic Robinson's and You Hub, I Hub.

Things people buy at the adidas sale

wilson.

irvin for her.

me.

Things I would have gladly put my money out if only there were






And so I'm glad, that there wasn't. Otherwise, I wouldn't have just spent 2-ish.

Come to think of it, I promise not to buy anything for 1 month. Yes, for the whole of March. If I do (unless absolutely neccessary/ deal too great to resist), pinch me.

I must not buy anymore things for at least one week.

As bimbotic as it sounds, I'm depress over a pair of pretty pumps that are too small. Why depress? Cos I'm wearing it now and it hurts my feet.

I'm abstaining

from schoolwork today.

nothing about school

will not check my smu email

not even read spanish

just surfing around and auctioning

because you and i know

this day ends today.

tommorrow, we start again.

shrugs

I love talking to my parents, often they'd give me good insights. But most of the time I just like to share news and latest gossips about some stupid stars and even my friends :X

Anyway I was telling them about the picked-up-near-my-house incident when they fetched me to school for my los bonos test, so as to hopefully get more rides from them because of the apparent danger on the streets nowadays :P, but too bad they din catch the hint and my mom was saying how once upon a time she was picked up at People's Park Complex by the man selling handbags. My dad was saying he must have not known my mom yet, but in actual fact they were already married. Then straight away he changed his tone to those yaya don't-doubt-my-taste-hor ones and that my mom is also considered a beauty.

doink! but so funny haha

And why am I blogging at 8am? Cos I'm waiting for my mid term exams lor. :((

studying for bonds
makes me worn
it's such a yawn
i'd much rather go play my horn

its so difficult i cannot understand non
at this rate i'm studyin till dawn
till my eyes are torn
almost wish i've never been born

ok im gone.

All I want for February is

Sunblock for my mangkali face
More time so I can do what I want, like read that book
More money to get my family outta what we are going through

The hectic-o-meter has reached an all time high this semster. (Not stressed up as yet, fortunately, but soon, soon.) Maybe I've been this hectic before, like in Year 1 or something during my Beach Party, but this one is quite a killer.

I had like 2 test last week, 2 this week (one a mid term), one more after the term break. And another presentation tommorrow and I'm not even close to have done anything at all for it.

And in like a months time, all the projects will be due.

And I'm now in the library attempting to mug. There's this weird guy that keeps staring at me.....

Yeah! Here's what Rose wrote for Hui:

Hui, a bonus rose got for knowing ping
God knows she does such lovely thing
Like writing rose a sweet poem with so much feeling
Which touched rose and left her tearing

As requested rose wrote Hui a poem back
Thinking so hard her brain almost crack
Straining her eyes and neck
As long as Hui likes it, oh what the heck

Small little steps Hui always take
Too afraid that she might make a mistake
Look at the way she nibbles at her cake
With her modest little mouth she is not trying to fake
That she’s a pretty babe without her make
I can swear Hui is not pretentious for heaven’s sake

5 in the morning the time now is
Still rose haven’t got her printer fix
‘cos there is still something amiss
And here she is writing poem for one of her precious miss
Really hopes she would be please
And when she meets rose tomorrow, she would give her a kiss

We’ve come to the end of the poem that rose wrote for Hui
Hopefully she won’t say ‘pui’
Such lousy poem ‘shei bu hui!’

After reading S-man's blog, me and Rosie decided to take up the challenge to write a rhyming poem about each other. But after the stipulated time, only I came up with something, cos she was fumbling over the HELP section of printers. :X

Anyway, it's bad but here it goes:

I love a Rose
Who likes to pick her nose
Isn’t that gross
So I’m not writing her a prose

She love to boast
About how much she toast
Wins all from coast to coast

But hey she really can sing
Much better than Ping (die!)
Melodies fly ring-a-ling-ling
All the contests she could win

i met her the day
i windsurfed at bay
her hair looked like hay
but it was okay

never you’d guess
she is not just a lass

she is so game
and tries stuff that are lame

ate all weird food
which’s not jolly good

learns how to break
eventhough she twisted her leg
still all the poses she make
totally makes me weak

she talks real loud
sometimes nothing much about

yet we pretend to be interested
so she wouldn’t be hurt

and I love her so much
So I hope she’d be touch
As writing poems to rhyme
Really takes a lot of time

And hope I'd have mine
As soon as she reads this line.

Yesterday we consolidated; now we play Sony's console; tomorrow we will excel in loans. All of no sleep, no rest, for 2 daze.

And it goes on, and on, and on, and on.

Hurrah! Rejoice at my no longer patchy hair. I'm now a changed woman with Macademia colored hair and self inflicted haircut in my toilet, layering off bunches of unsightlies. While the hairdo may be not very noticeable because of being risk adverse (I mean, how risk loving can you get when you anyhow snip off the back of your hair when u cannot see, talk about reaching properly), I feel better, lighter, freer!

Now let's get down to studying for the test. :P

All the weekly 7k runs (ok only thrice so far) are almost in vain by the amount of rubbish I down today at the steamboat bbQ. But it's yummy, and you cannot help it. And the best part is, I don't feel guilty.

Anyway ma bro and gf will be going to Pulau Redang like soon, the place I've been dying to go since 2 years ago before it was all hoola. But for the fact that I am trying to scrimp and save (to my weakest ability) makes me reluctant to even think about it again. But of course if I go for my exchange programme I'd be going to so many more great places. Ben, who went Finland, went to Paris, London, Spain (and about 5 more places which I kinda forgotten) all for about 10k inc' airfare. Man, 10k. But I want to trot down the pigeon filled Paris street and have a cuppa at the sidewalk, and visit the rainy London I love. Or even if I have to go to Canada or USA, that'd be just as great. so Pulau Redang will have to wait, I suppose. It can wait.

I looked at the mirror and realised that my hair is real awful. It's blonde at the top (very unlike the pink I wanted, or the grey thereafter) and kinda well, I don't even know how to describe it. Thought of getting a snip but it's just been done in January before CNY. Apparently contary to Ping's really traumatising experience at the KUAI DIAN place, I thought my hair look better when cut at another $10 10 mins place, as compared to my last haircut at Far East. It's still very much layered, but it's just quite ugly. Maybe I'd drop by the Auntie's sometime next week when all my test and reports are done.

Meanwhile, I'd just have to dig out my bottle of wax and start using it again. Hopefully it'd help.

And I forgot about the bowling IVP. So I din go and support them or turn up despite being the "reserve". How great. :X

Latest conquer: New nike shoebag.

Okay, so here's how tough my life seem to be. Just completed my assignment due tommorrow. You could probably check out the time I blogged this down. Apart from this, another one coming next week alongside 2 test on the same day. And another following week. Did I mention they are like ACCT and FNCE related?

Apart from that, I still want to squeeeeze in a bit of jobs here and there to fulfill my Americano (or anywhere else also can la) dream and of course milk the cows for the coming-soon vday lah, his bday lah, anniv la. All at the same month.

Anyway I think this is a silly observation but me and apparently my friends (who are all of you) like to plan things such a way that no time is to be wasted. Even if it's to buy bus stamp, we also include a trip to the library to borrow Espanol books and eat dinner. Even walking from a building to another in SMU to run some errands too, we plan out the route, mentally or not.

What's this, the curse of the modern world? Everything also must plan plan plan.

No more imprompteus in life.

my laptop just died on me. Screen, blacked out.

*wails*

garlic isn't girl's best friend

Try eating it wholesale like one whole piece. Even if it's been stewed in a soup for a long time, still very lethal.

When you first eat it it's okay, but wait till it gets down your throat, it burns like mad. Then you feel it going down your chest and finally into your stomach. It's disgusting man.

Anyway, picture perfect. Check out the power of LG G7100. Photographer: Mr Magician

Sights at Sentosa





Sights of us


P.S. Sorry ah ZP not i dowan to put your pic, but dun haf nice ones. :P

Okay I admit I was really bored. Hence I went to friendster and clocked on friend's friend's friend etc. Clicked on my JC band ppl which linked to the current students, and the astonishing thing is, these kids really, really cannot write English.

"Fave Music: Mostly chinese, becauz i tink english songs real sucks"
"this ger ah.. very nice one.. same surname as me. hee!"
"Fave books: don't read one, mebe after mi a's lor, b4 i go ns......
"the preZ will somehoe find his stead in the junior batch.."

It's not about me looking down on people who cannot speak well. I mean, I'm not great at the language either. And I don't want to be overly judgmental, nor be too sacrastic, but really, it is no wonder why Anderson Junior College GP standard is waaay below national standard, despite being number six.

It's not about the irc lingo. I mean, you are like the elites of your batch, what, top 20% or something who made it to college and you say I tink english songs real sucks? And A level students who don't read, want to wait till NS? OMG.

I'm overreacting, but, can't they just..... be.....

I dreamt that ICQ has a counter for counting the number of oranges you eat and it's represented in small cartoon oranges. And I saw someone had 9 oranges count! I had like 2.

I'm freaked. Aren't I.

Is eating 9 mandarin oranges in 3 days considered a lot?

Miss Chong's virgin attempt at persuading one and all to watch movie.

Must watch for everyone: The Last Samurai
While Mr Cruise may not be looking his best, we must all learn that sometimes (at times we cannot help it) watching a movie is not exactly about how great the lead actor look like. Yes we all drool over Legolas, but we need to learn how to appreciate the show too. And thus, this is the very show which has it all: Drama, Action, Thrill, Romance, National Pride, Questions, Ponders, Smiles, Tears. Miss Chong gives it 4/5. If you watch it on DVD, probably you won't feel that whole omph.

Must watch those who love Charles Dickens and/or the 18th Century London like me/ watched Great Expectations and loved it: Nicholas Nickleby
This show is made in 2002, I'm not sure why it only just came to Singapore, and only at Cathay. Pity. It's indeed true that not all Singaporeans will appreciate that show. I experience it myself by seeing the number of people leaving the theatre to pee. And the show aint even but 2 hours. That did not happen at the 241 in LOTR, so there, perhaps sweeping conclusion, but I should believe it so. The show is in everyway you can expect a Dickens adaptation to be. Oh did I tell you I really luurrrrrrrrrrrvvvvve 18th Century London?

Miss Chong gives a biase 4/5, maybe 4.25/5.

And Paycheck is 3.5/5. Nothing to say about it, but erm, Can watch.

Gong Xi Fa Cai

Lunar New Year Day One:

Is it just me or do you feel kind of stress during New Year. It's not the usual questions like how old are you or if you have a boyfriend or when you graduating which is stressful but how you match up with your relatives. I'm sure I'm not the only one with successful cousins/ uncles/ aunts and people comment in such a way that you feel the need to live up to their expectations.

Like my Uncle who got his PHD, and his research might be practiced in UK as some Accounting Standard. Check out the news for a Dr Choong/ Chong. or his daughters, one who has graduated from NTU ACC and did her Masters already. She's just 3 years older and is now working at KPMG. Or even just my cousin who has like trophies and trophies from the debating team in HCJC, who happened to top PSLE that year. Or maybe it's my cousin in the remarkable London School of Econs. Anyhow, it's just hmm.

And people who say, Yah, SMU has direct honours, so if your result not good you won't get loh. And I just felt like raising my hand there and then and say erm yeah, I don't think I'd be getting my Honors, not even Cum Laude.

But other than that, it was just catching up, putting up with some fake smiles at places and hearing nice comments on how pretty you are. And my resolution for the moment is to hear them say next year: "Wow, you lost weight!"

Kakakakaka.

Auditory : 62%
Visual : 37%
Left : 57%
Right : 42%

hui hui, you are mildly left-hemisphere dominant while showing a slight preference for auditory processing. This overall combination seems to indicate a well-working blend of logic and judgment and organization, with sufficient intuition, perception and creativity to balance that dominance.

You will at times experience conflict between how you feel and what you think which will generally be resolved in favor of what you think. You will find yourself interested in the practical applications of whatever material you have learned or whatever situation you face and will retain the ability to refine whatever knowledge you possess or aspects of whatever position you are in.

By and large, you will orient yourself toward intellectual activities and structure. Though not rigid, you will schedule yourself, plan, and focus on routine and continuity of operations, rather than on changes and disruptions

When changes or disruptions occur, you are likely to consider first how to ensure that such disruptions do The same balance is reflected in your sensory preference. You will tend to be reflective and measured in your interaction style. For the most part, you will be considered objective without being cold and goal-oriented while retaining the capacity to listen to others.

Preferentially you learn by listening and maintaining significant internal dialogues with yourself. Nevertheless, you have sufficient visualization capabilities to benefit from using graphs, charts, doodles, or even body movement to enhance your comprehension and memory.

To the extent that you are even implicitly aware of your hemispheric dominance and sensory style, you will feel most comfortable in those arenas which emphasize verbal skills and logic. Teaching, law, and science are those that stand out among the professions, along with technical sales and management.

Words can hardly describe this sensation which is running through my body: all exciting, all pleasured.

I'm finally on Wireless! One will never know how much I've suffered, all the while you guys talk to me, I was downstairs, on my desktop (which is a good desky but nonetheless) with no aircon, no comfort of my bed and pillows and carebears, no lying down on the bed to type, even when doing projects at wee hours.

And now I have this! My very own Enzer Wireless Adapter which cost me a mere $60. And I'm up! Wireless! Thanks to this nice man call Daniel who set it up for me, otherwise I'd probably never be able to do it. As far as I understand, my desky is the gateway, though I have to switch it on whenever I use the lappy to go online wirelessly, doesn't affect me much lah. If you get a router you don't have to switch the other comp on, but it's more expensive and stuff. Anyway, quit the stuffy talk. I'm a happy girl!

As much as I'd love to help everyone and share the joy of being free, I'm sad to say I don't know enough, so even if you ask me, I can't help. :X Sorry!

I am very sure.

I WANT TO BE A JP MORGAN CHASE INTERN!

Though top students are applying and I missed their talk, I'm taking a shot.

ADVERTISMENT BREAK: I SELL FLEAS

This Sunday (18th Jan), there will be a Flea Market in SMU from 10am to 6pm. Find everything and anything, there is like going to be more than 70 stores, selling from food to clothes to toys, anything imaginable. I'd be having a store there too! So do turn up and show your support to me and many others!

SMU is at Bukit Timah Road, old NIE campus next to Botanic Gards. Buses: 66, 67, 151, 153, 154, 156, 171, 186. Nearest MRT Newton.


P.S. I don't understand why people of my age like to go and become Insurance Agent (and even call themselves Financial Advisors). Yes money, commission yada yada. But really, especially those who are in the U, knowing that they will not going to have that job for long, still want to do it. Sure it's just another MLM for that matter, but it's not just selling a mop or a bottle of cream. Surely customers who bought your policies will still be able to claim should anything happen, but once you decide not to do it, you leave them in the lurch. They get new "advisors" (who do not get your commission but must do your shit work). To me, it's cheating. I spend my money and pour all my trust for you, and after a year you varnish. That's why even if I have any long term plans, I'm sorry, I would rather buy it from an Uncle who will send you pop up birthday cards every year with a default chop on the card than to buy from anyone who may be real eloquent but nowhere to be found when damsel is in distress.

Integrity. I don't think you guys have it.

Which is why even though I am in Finance now, I tell myself everyday if I should become a banker and even if I have 2 million Unit trust to sell by the end of the week I will not push it to anybody just because I need to meet my target if I know that it is not worth it. Grandmas put their life savings in your hands, you know? You don't let them fall apart because of some freaking sales quota you have to meet.

Why don't you guys go teach tuition or something?