Testify To Love (Album Version)
Friday, June 23, 2006
parting is sad not because of the parting part, but the fact that we know that we would forget the sadness of parting in time to come. sounds convoluted.. i guess i'm never good at expressing how i feel, so apologies to all those who are lost or think this is really chessy. just wad i'm feeling right now, I MISS CONRAD!!! and EVERYBODY THERE!! in no random order, banquet ppl, frontdesk ppl, concierge, PORTERS!!! rosy darling, serene the talk-non-stop person, jo (haha acutally see you everyday one lar.. so don't miss), michelle the mushroom cheesecake person, and all the rest who accompany the RG table during break times everyday. it's really sad to think that once you step out of the place, no longer in the uniform, you'll nv get to see the people who make your day for the past 2 weeks: the dish-washing uncle who has this sincere smile plastered on this face even though you are delievering a pile of dirty plates to him. the clothes auntie who dishes out the uniforms to you daily, the random security ppl who make sure that we loiterers don't make the hotel a playground, the really crappy porters who always remind us to study hard and be good girls, the ppl who has helped us any way or another in just a matter of 2 weeks. i've come to realised that really lar, sch isn't everything. well at first i thought working was going to be an UTTEr waste of time, like hello i need to finish up my hist pt, mug for maths and just prepare for the coming eois but these don't make u any better. well yar, they'll look good on ur resume when you have straight As and you will have this materialistic accomplishment, but i feel that this hols has been a fruitful one in a different way... i've grown somehow, in my opinio nlar, so anyone can contradict this, i've learnt more about been streetsmart rather than merely academically capable (as my dear fellow banqueteres put it). who ever thought that dishing out sweet and sour chilli sauce can be such a tiresome job, or that just opening doors and welcoming ppl with a sweet smile takes ALOT of effort indeeed. this is just a random thought but it seems like in a matter of 2 weeks, ppl (random strangers) have said thank you to me more times than i'll ever have received in like one whole school year? maybe an exaggeration lar, but it's like when you open the door, and they say thank you, it reall ymakes your day.. no matter how simple it might seem to you lar. oh well, continue living in my conrad dreamXD MUACKS once more to all the conrad ppl and i'll really miss teasing rosy over her super alot of ppl (flower guy, alan, sashi (mixture of sushi and sarsi!), sammie, ffffazli.. and all the other hushed up ones!), serene and her infatuation with sports cars blah blah
pris
pris
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
the cinderella story
okay so maybe the title is kind of misleading.. well it was supposedly some random thought that floated thru my mind as i spent my 'wonderful' holiday time polishing delicate wine glasses, folding napkins at the corner of a desolate pantry in the hotel corner. pls pardon more of my rumblings about my work experience. yup, i'm STILL working for another 3 more daYS!! haha though the ppl are acutally quite nice (specificially those from the concierge and front desk dept) the rest seem as if they have been zombies or perhaps mummified egyptians sent thru some time machine and planted to work eternally in this cold hotel chamber: they are SUPEr dao!! or rather, they seem to have lost this natural human ability to give a smile to a passing colleague, poosibly because (from what i have inferred over the past few days while mulling over dirty cutlery and pouring coffee for ppl) of their utterly BORING and MONOTONOUS work. well, the word montonous does truly look er monotonous rite? see... i'm not making sense anymore! and the reason is solely because i have been spending 8 hrs each day doing meaningless stuff. just a short summary of my interesting work schedule: collect dirty cutlery from kitchen, use a rickety trolley and roll back to the pantry, wipe the glasses spotless clean, move the cutlery back into some ulu corner, fold napkins into weird shapes, top up the water for the coffee-maker, arrange coffee cups, refill the coffee beans, clean up the mess made by those rich old businessmen, walk up and down 50 times to look busy, stand beside the coffeemachine to help them prepare coffee (and at the same time insulting the guests' intellectual level of not being able to just press ONE button for the coffee to come out), be a standby dustbin, to sum it up: a walking machine. no emotions nothing much... well and the rest of the time (if i'm lucky) is to talk crap with hopfeulyl some friendly parttime staff. so if i ever look quite dead after these 2 weeks of work, you now know why. oh well, at least i've learnt LOTS of things: hotel hygiene level is NOT to be trusted, okay i shan't dwell deeper or risk getting censored by some conrad person. wad else... and really lar, they waste super alot ALOT of food (like blueberry cheescake, croissants, cereal, breaded prawn, mini pizza, the most delectable food on earth DUMPED into the dustbin) i feel so guilty being the one doing so.. oh well the rich and the richer. but above all this, work has been yar quite erm fun... so now if you think of it, it really sounds like a cinderella story: wiping stuff, arranging stuff. okay i shan't go back into the whole whiny complains again. yup, hope the next time i post, i'll sound sane and not another zombie from conrad.
pris
pris
Thursday, June 15, 2006
and i'm saving all my love for you
eeee 4th day of work! don't rightly know what to say, as in it's both been really good and quite bad. but just after a measly 4 days, i feel rather attached to some of the staff there larh. [especially the cute guys. RIGHT] haha, it's just that some of them are really SO hospitable and welcoming that you just melt. [like a chocolate bar left too long in the locker] anyway. [am i using parentheses too much?] :) yes, anyway. mostly the porters and guest relations agents are really warm [like the middle of a cookie] and so obliging! especially when we had to tag the luggages, they were like "well done!" "eh, you leran very fast ah!" "had your lunch anot? go and eat larh!" "standing around very boring arh?" "wah you open door very strong arh!" see! how can you not be attached to such wodnerful people! so attached [and so bored] that we came up with a whole plethora of nicknames for them! i miss them so much now that here are but a few.
MELONSLEEVES: haha this was the first one. cause she was critiqing our drsssing and all, then when the real hod came in she was like "melonsleeves, why are your sleeves so long?" ms:"oh because i'm small" hod:"you should alter them". then michelle was like roll eyes and stifle giggles. umh the melon part is uh hard to explain haha.
SUGARGOURD: her name has a tang in it like sweet you know? then cause she was always grimacing we decided she looked like a bittergourd. so TADAH!
chocomuff: oh this is cause she was reallly nice and we were craving chocmuffins from conrad i think. :0)
whitechoc: this is the REALLY NICE porter! he showed us all the places, then joked around with us and he was worried hat we'll be like bored out of our minds so he gave us a mini tour. then he was offering us chips and all. it sounds like nothing much really, but when you experience it yourself arh, the CHOCOLATE-IN-LOCKER syndrome just hits you like well, a tonne of melted chocolate and smothers you in it. :)
002!!! [zerozerotwo]: haha pox's FAVOURITE! *winkwink nudgenudge* btw, pox has really bad taste, so you get the main picture. :DDD yes, he's twenty, looks like he's 17/18, has worked for a really long time, has finished shatec and all and is shorter than pris. haha but he;s very friendly too! but mostly to pox. [we wonder why][alliteration!] haha and his shift is always so coincidentally somewhere around pox. [we wonder why again] :DDDDDD oh and we have a cheer/dance to go with it. but you have to see it to believe how bored we were. haha.
003! [zerozerothree]: he's the 002 lookalike and we deicided that sicne they looked alike, they were clones of each other so he's no. 3. but there's no no.1, cause they're CLONES you see, so there is no original! heh, the wodners of a bored soul/s.
zoo: his name just soudsn like zoo that's all. and he's very cute and shy, so we're cute and shy around him too. AHEM. haha no larh, he's always helping us with the luggages and asking us about our shifts. and i think he plays soccer!
luncheon meat/meet: haha he's reallyreallyreally sweet and funny. cause he was teachign pox and i how to tag luggages and was telling us how to make workign FUN! and he kept asking us about lunch and whether we had eaten or not, and totally urging us to go have our breask and how " teenagers like yall can eat alot one, but it's okay because you don't need to stress and think alot." okay that didn't really make sense but his concern is there! :)
azmi: haha the only one i don't have a nickname for! he was going to deliver a fax and then he invited me to see how it was done. then cause i was kaypohing around the lift and all the levels, he brought me on a hotel tour! to the EXECUTIVE lounge [cue hushed whispers] the executive floor, the buiness don't know what, the pool, the gym and he tried to dismantle one of the wooden panellings to let me see the view. and nope he couldn't put it back and so couldn't i. so we uh left it there for maintenance. :)
aish. okay working with them was wonderful now i think about it. i'll really miss them, they seem so dear now. :) ack tmr's more maddeing piano pract with a bished finger *AHEM* :) okay got to dash, yep to snugglywarmfuss [aka my bed]. ta!
-anne
roooooooossssssiiiieeeeee!
eeee 4th day of work! don't rightly know what to say, as in it's both been really good and quite bad. but just after a measly 4 days, i feel rather attached to some of the staff there larh. [especially the cute guys. RIGHT] haha, it's just that some of them are really SO hospitable and welcoming that you just melt. [like a chocolate bar left too long in the locker] anyway. [am i using parentheses too much?] :) yes, anyway. mostly the porters and guest relations agents are really warm [like the middle of a cookie] and so obliging! especially when we had to tag the luggages, they were like "well done!" "eh, you leran very fast ah!" "had your lunch anot? go and eat larh!" "standing around very boring arh?" "wah you open door very strong arh!" see! how can you not be attached to such wodnerful people! so attached [and so bored] that we came up with a whole plethora of nicknames for them! i miss them so much now that here are but a few.
MELONSLEEVES: haha this was the first one. cause she was critiqing our drsssing and all, then when the real hod came in she was like "melonsleeves, why are your sleeves so long?" ms:"oh because i'm small" hod:"you should alter them". then michelle was like roll eyes and stifle giggles. umh the melon part is uh hard to explain haha.
SUGARGOURD: her name has a tang in it like sweet you know? then cause she was always grimacing we decided she looked like a bittergourd. so TADAH!
chocomuff: oh this is cause she was reallly nice and we were craving chocmuffins from conrad i think. :0)
whitechoc: this is the REALLY NICE porter! he showed us all the places, then joked around with us and he was worried hat we'll be like bored out of our minds so he gave us a mini tour. then he was offering us chips and all. it sounds like nothing much really, but when you experience it yourself arh, the CHOCOLATE-IN-LOCKER syndrome just hits you like well, a tonne of melted chocolate and smothers you in it. :)
002!!! [zerozerotwo]: haha pox's FAVOURITE! *winkwink nudgenudge* btw, pox has really bad taste, so you get the main picture. :DDD yes, he's twenty, looks like he's 17/18, has worked for a really long time, has finished shatec and all and is shorter than pris. haha but he;s very friendly too! but mostly to pox. [we wonder why][alliteration!] haha and his shift is always so coincidentally somewhere around pox. [we wonder why again] :DDDDDD oh and we have a cheer/dance to go with it. but you have to see it to believe how bored we were. haha.
003! [zerozerothree]: he's the 002 lookalike and we deicided that sicne they looked alike, they were clones of each other so he's no. 3. but there's no no.1, cause they're CLONES you see, so there is no original! heh, the wodners of a bored soul/s.
zoo: his name just soudsn like zoo that's all. and he's very cute and shy, so we're cute and shy around him too. AHEM. haha no larh, he's always helping us with the luggages and asking us about our shifts. and i think he plays soccer!
luncheon meat/meet: haha he's reallyreallyreally sweet and funny. cause he was teachign pox and i how to tag luggages and was telling us how to make workign FUN! and he kept asking us about lunch and whether we had eaten or not, and totally urging us to go have our breask and how " teenagers like yall can eat alot one, but it's okay because you don't need to stress and think alot." okay that didn't really make sense but his concern is there! :)
azmi: haha the only one i don't have a nickname for! he was going to deliver a fax and then he invited me to see how it was done. then cause i was kaypohing around the lift and all the levels, he brought me on a hotel tour! to the EXECUTIVE lounge [cue hushed whispers] the executive floor, the buiness don't know what, the pool, the gym and he tried to dismantle one of the wooden panellings to let me see the view. and nope he couldn't put it back and so couldn't i. so we uh left it there for maintenance. :)
aish. okay working with them was wonderful now i think about it. i'll really miss them, they seem so dear now. :) ack tmr's more maddeing piano pract with a bished finger *AHEM* :) okay got to dash, yep to snugglywarmfuss [aka my bed]. ta!
-anne
roooooooossssssiiiieeeeee!
Monday, June 12, 2006
catch a falling star and put it in your pocket, never let it fade away
imagine this scenario. this is the future ten years from now if i continue working like this.
X: hey what's your name?
future person [hereby referred to as melonsleevessugargourd or mssg]: uh duuuuuuhh?
X: erm okay. how old are you?
mssg: uh ddduuuuuhhh? *scratches head*
X: hmmm. what's 1+1?
mss: uuuuhhhh duuhhhhh..?? welcome to conrad?
X: !! what's wrong with you?
mssg: uuuhhh duuuuuuuhhhhhhhh.....???? thank you and have a nice day?? duuhh?
you get the picture don't you? i's really really quite sad, as in they don't trust us to do anythign at all! :( as in we can understand if you don't let us handle the really important stuff, but simple things like well, using the comp, answering calls, i truly BELIEVE our mental faculties are able to handle such strenuous tasks. :( oh well, at least alot of the people there were really friendly and nice. and really funny! :) there was this board of directors guy who was talking to us and saying alot of meaningful stuff larh haha about ns and racial harmony. see we do learn! =D and there was this porter who was asking us to guess his age and then he told us about ns and funny stories. haha then before we left we were ribbing him about having to stay still 11 and he was still nice about it! :)
haha okay, on hindsight maybe this job isn't so bad afterall, like we get to meet so mnay different people from all walks of life. people like dick lee and denise keller. serious. they came by in the afetrnoon when pox and i were struggling with the SUEPER HEAVY front door. good thing we didn't like let it slip and hit them or something. now that would be a MAJOR faux pas. :)
yucks and we have to wear makeup and black leggings and court shoes. pooh. okay pray for us! =D
-anne
catch a falling star and put it in your pocket, save it for a rainy day
imagine this scenario. this is the future ten years from now if i continue working like this.
X: hey what's your name?
future person [hereby referred to as melonsleevessugargourd or mssg]: uh duuuuuuhh?
X: erm okay. how old are you?
mssg: uh ddduuuuuhhh? *scratches head*
X: hmmm. what's 1+1?
mss: uuuuhhhh duuhhhhh..?? welcome to conrad?
X: !! what's wrong with you?
mssg: uuuhhh duuuuuuuhhhhhhhh.....???? thank you and have a nice day?? duuhh?
you get the picture don't you? i's really really quite sad, as in they don't trust us to do anythign at all! :( as in we can understand if you don't let us handle the really important stuff, but simple things like well, using the comp, answering calls, i truly BELIEVE our mental faculties are able to handle such strenuous tasks. :( oh well, at least alot of the people there were really friendly and nice. and really funny! :) there was this board of directors guy who was talking to us and saying alot of meaningful stuff larh haha about ns and racial harmony. see we do learn! =D and there was this porter who was asking us to guess his age and then he told us about ns and funny stories. haha then before we left we were ribbing him about having to stay still 11 and he was still nice about it! :)
haha okay, on hindsight maybe this job isn't so bad afterall, like we get to meet so mnay different people from all walks of life. people like dick lee and denise keller. serious. they came by in the afetrnoon when pox and i were struggling with the SUEPER HEAVY front door. good thing we didn't like let it slip and hit them or something. now that would be a MAJOR faux pas. :)
yucks and we have to wear makeup and black leggings and court shoes. pooh. okay pray for us! =D
-anne
catch a falling star and put it in your pocket, save it for a rainy day
when working is not fun.
after having stood like a scarecrow for 8 hours straight, appeared to be a really boring parrot that kept repeating "welcome" and "have a nice day", stoned infront of ringing telephone besides gossipy operators, attempting to push open a 1000 tonnes heavy glass door every single second, wad else erm yar and walking on terribly uncomfortable shoes, i've concluded that working is totally not fun. haix, and this was how my first day doing WEP at conrad hotel started off. oh well basically we were supposed to be at the front desk (u think of sth super nice: asking guests for their room numbers blahblah) but NOO... in the end, u feel realyl super extra. and i've decided that wearing court shoes equals to courting death. i can hardly walk in them, looking more like a waddling duck. well, enough of the complaints, there's still another 9 more days to go! and 8 hrs each time! which means 72 hrs of free child labour! now tell me who in the right mind would have agreed to this, me sadly.
okay moving away from the crappy day that i had just gone thru, i suddenly feel really selfish. it's like i'm always stuck in my own hole of problems, thinking that everything revolving ard me is so important and significant that i've just ignored the feelings of others. well the person i'm really sorry and indebted to would most probably not be reading this, but i still like to say that i'm really sorry, i nv meant to ignore ur feelings. i c an't believe i was so insensitive to make such a decision, nv spared a thought for you. i think the worst is to ever hurt someone without knowing it, i think wadever i do will not be able to make up for it. i'm truly sorry. wad kind of friend am i lar.
pris
okay moving away from the crappy day that i had just gone thru, i suddenly feel really selfish. it's like i'm always stuck in my own hole of problems, thinking that everything revolving ard me is so important and significant that i've just ignored the feelings of others. well the person i'm really sorry and indebted to would most probably not be reading this, but i still like to say that i'm really sorry, i nv meant to ignore ur feelings. i c an't believe i was so insensitive to make such a decision, nv spared a thought for you. i think the worst is to ever hurt someone without knowing it, i think wadever i do will not be able to make up for it. i'm truly sorry. wad kind of friend am i lar.
pris
Thursday, June 08, 2006
and then we'll just look at each other eyeball to eyeball, laugh ourselves silly, fling our arms out and flop down onto the sand.
i'm so bushed. haha so why am i still typing away merrily at this hour, it being WAY past my bedtime. :) it's just this spur of the moment thing, when pox and i very rarely decide to take up this really WORTHY pastime. again. :) haha we'll see if this continues.
my hols are gone! i feel the need to grouch here. but i really really shouldn't. cause you see, the only person i can blame for making me so VERY busy is meee. but for the next 2 weeks pox and i have wep attachment at conrad so it's poof to those two weeks. and last week there was this super-irritating-takes-up-your-free-time-and-not-so-free-time assignment. and cause i procrastinated, ladididum and went out everyday, heh my project dragged the entire week.
oops. :)
and this week was family week! and maddening piano pract week. haha i love my parents. i mean i really really do. not in the i-love-you-because-you-gimme-moneh-and-feed-me kind of way, but in the i-really-dont-know-what-i'll-do-without-you way. as in don't you ever just realise for a very freakish moment how much your parents and sister/brother mean to you? like if the next instance they all just disappear, you won't have people who'll love you NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO. and you wont have people who'll let you be who you are. and most of all you wont have people to reallyreallyreally love and well, love even more. :)
so i say, reallyreally treasure your parents or parentals or whatever you refer to them as. i mean seriously. haha this sounds really morally and whatnot doesn't it? haha i'm maturing! :DD but seriously, if i ever want to think about more serious [this word is SERIOUSLY overused] stuff, i'll rather think about these things, and not like well, sad things. okay the last sentence was probably incomprehensible to most, but. :)
anyway, go HUG YOUR PARENTS NOW. if that's too great a leap of faith in loving them more, then just be a teensy weensy bit nicer to them, even if it seems really insignificant. we all like being loved, so what makes your family any different. haha i need to go hug them myself now. HAPPY HUGGING! [alliteration!] oh-ho.
-anne
and the sand shall be our castle, the sea our doorway and the sky the roof over our heads.
i'm so bushed. haha so why am i still typing away merrily at this hour, it being WAY past my bedtime. :) it's just this spur of the moment thing, when pox and i very rarely decide to take up this really WORTHY pastime. again. :) haha we'll see if this continues.
my hols are gone! i feel the need to grouch here. but i really really shouldn't. cause you see, the only person i can blame for making me so VERY busy is meee. but for the next 2 weeks pox and i have wep attachment at conrad so it's poof to those two weeks. and last week there was this super-irritating-takes-up-your-free-time-and-not-so-free-time assignment. and cause i procrastinated, ladididum and went out everyday, heh my project dragged the entire week.
oops. :)
and this week was family week! and maddening piano pract week. haha i love my parents. i mean i really really do. not in the i-love-you-because-you-gimme-moneh-and-feed-me kind of way, but in the i-really-dont-know-what-i'll-do-without-you way. as in don't you ever just realise for a very freakish moment how much your parents and sister/brother mean to you? like if the next instance they all just disappear, you won't have people who'll love you NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO. and you wont have people who'll let you be who you are. and most of all you wont have people to reallyreallyreally love and well, love even more. :)
so i say, reallyreally treasure your parents or parentals or whatever you refer to them as. i mean seriously. haha this sounds really morally and whatnot doesn't it? haha i'm maturing! :DD but seriously, if i ever want to think about more serious [this word is SERIOUSLY overused] stuff, i'll rather think about these things, and not like well, sad things. okay the last sentence was probably incomprehensible to most, but. :)
anyway, go HUG YOUR PARENTS NOW. if that's too great a leap of faith in loving them more, then just be a teensy weensy bit nicer to them, even if it seems really insignificant. we all like being loved, so what makes your family any different. haha i need to go hug them myself now. HAPPY HUGGING! [alliteration!] oh-ho.
-anne
and the sand shall be our castle, the sea our doorway and the sky the roof over our heads.
Thursday, June 01, 2006
howdy
howdy-doo. it's been a rather long time, quite a long while in fact. but no worries, everything shall be back to its normal rountine soon enough, i.e. dead blog. :) but anyway, was just feelign mildly inspired after a really good walk out by the beach. haha contemplative mood, no? but ahh well, my contemplations have no room here. BUT! they do have for this reallyreallyreally meaningful thingum i read in the AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A ONE-YEAR-OLD! [don't worry, my mental faculties are entirely up to the exhaustive task of reading it]
but i digress.
anyway. there's this really cute excerpt talking about merry-go-rounds. when i got past reliving the sheer physical thrill of it all, i started to ponder on the journey that the horse and i had been on. what occurred to me was this: we had gone nowhere. we had gone in a circle... YET THE TRIP ITSELF HAD BEEN STUPENDOUS. maybe, just maybe, sometimes the journey is more important than the destination. really sorry to the author i ripped this off.
don't you think it's so wonderful? okay, maybe you need to read the book. but we're ALWAYS lamenting how we want to reach somewhere, soemthing, someone SOMEHOW or another. but when we reach there, there's hardly the great THRILL and all you expected isn't it. but the expectation, the waiting, the GETTING THERE, it's the process, the entire i'm going to get there soon heightened sense of expectations that just keeps you moving. :)
ust some qwiebacks for your mind to digest on. :) oh well, anyway don't really suppose there'll actually be ppl reading this, but i like my thougths penned down. sometimes.
say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime [the way i want your eyes to look]
-anne
but i digress.
anyway. there's this really cute excerpt talking about merry-go-rounds. when i got past reliving the sheer physical thrill of it all, i started to ponder on the journey that the horse and i had been on. what occurred to me was this: we had gone nowhere. we had gone in a circle... YET THE TRIP ITSELF HAD BEEN STUPENDOUS. maybe, just maybe, sometimes the journey is more important than the destination. really sorry to the author i ripped this off.
don't you think it's so wonderful? okay, maybe you need to read the book. but we're ALWAYS lamenting how we want to reach somewhere, soemthing, someone SOMEHOW or another. but when we reach there, there's hardly the great THRILL and all you expected isn't it. but the expectation, the waiting, the GETTING THERE, it's the process, the entire i'm going to get there soon heightened sense of expectations that just keeps you moving. :)
ust some qwiebacks for your mind to digest on. :) oh well, anyway don't really suppose there'll actually be ppl reading this, but i like my thougths penned down. sometimes.
say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime [the way i want your eyes to look]
-anne
the resurrection of the blog!
it's an amazing how many months since the last post. and suddenly there's gg to be an influx of entries! WAH. okay actually i'm held under gun point to crap out something. oh well, it's the hols now but it totally feels so dead and xian. haix there's crappy RMUN, physics pt to chiong (which i've completed!) and WEP for 2 whole weeks! wouldn't it be nice if we could just hire this private jet and fly off to some ulu countryside, hide from all the responsibilities and pts blah blah. i know this sounds really selfish of me lar but wad's hols if you still have to put on ur sch uniform? argh i've ran out of stuff to say liao. i dont' want sec4 year to end!! it's like already going on to the 2nd semester and my class is super nice and i dont' want to leave it. oh well random ramblings. i want to go france now! hmm i sound really whiny here, but well i just hope no one ever reads this entry and it'll disappear into cyber space sooner or later. can u imagine a world without computers now? haha we should come up with a wanton mee video considering the success of the baw chow mee one! ahahah pure crap lar. kay.. that' sit!
14july
14july
Thursday, February 16, 2006
-.-
It doesn’t make sense for me to feel these tears on my face right now. But have all of you ever thought that I have my limits as well. If being ms nice girl erases all the due respect for me, then hey no more ms nice girl then. Oh, joking around you say, but does it ever strike you that jokes aren’t carried out everyday and that they are double swords drawn at the hilt as well? Oh yay joanne’s so fun to bully, let’s just insult her to her face and totally disregard what she feels and then turn around and snap when she can’t help you with a question. Oh WOW, so I’m your punching bad and information desk? Of all the things that I hate most, it’s panning people. With just you ‘loser’, ‘lousy’, ‘stupid’, don’t you know that you can just ruin someone’s day. What’s the point of putting others down? Huh, I ask you. oh no, I SHOUT at you. to show how superior you can be? Oh yes, you joke around with me, giggle along with all my jokes MAKE YOURSELF HAPPY then turn around and say that what just made you smile was so immature. Tell me, do I still want to make you smile any longer? Apparently I should still. But that, my dear friends, is called absurdity, to ask of me what you would not ask for yourself,. And I refuse. Oh but I hear you say, don’t be petty Joanne, smile, forgive and forget. Mind you, I have been smiling, forgiving and forgetting for more than enough. Would you still continue to force me to? I FLATLY refuse. If being class chair means that I have no temper, no limits to what I can accept and no respect granted, then I’m sorry, but I am every inch, every cell human as well. And all I ask is for you guys to respect me and not to freely bestow on everyone around all your ‘lousy’s and ‘loser’s. just a little respect goes a long way, y’know. and I do hope all you realise that. Now, please excuse me while I go get another packet of tissues, the current one seems to have been exhausted already.
-joanne
-joanne
Saturday, February 04, 2006
Are you a Carrot, an Egg or a Coffee Bean?
A daughter complained to her father about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved a new one arose.
Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen. He filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to a boil. In one he placed carrots, in the second he placed eggs, and the last he placed ground coffee beans. He let them sit and boil, without saying a word.
The daughter sucked her teeth and impatiently waited, wondering what he was doing. In about twenty minutes he turned off the burners. He fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. He pulled the eggs out and placed them a bowl. Then he ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl.
Turning to her he asked. "Darling, what do you see."
"Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied.
He brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. He then asked her to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg. Finally, he asked her to sip the coffee. She smiled as she tasted its rich aroma.
She humbly asked. "What does it mean Father?"
He explained that each of them had faced the same adversity, boiling water, but each reacted differently.
The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. But after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak.
The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior. But after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened.
The ground coffee beans were unique however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.
"Which are you," he asked his daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?"
How about you? Are you the carrot that seems hard, but with pain and adversity do you wilt and become soft and lose your strength?
Are you the egg, which starts off with a malleable heart? Were you a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a divorce, or a layoff have you become hardened and stiff. Your shell looks the same, but are you bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and heart?
Or are you like the coffee bean? The bean changes the hot water, the thing that is bringing the pain, to its peak flavor reaches 212 degrees Fahrenheit. When the water gets the hottest, it just tastes better.
If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and make things better around you.
How do you handle adversity?
Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed.
pris
Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen. He filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to a boil. In one he placed carrots, in the second he placed eggs, and the last he placed ground coffee beans. He let them sit and boil, without saying a word.
The daughter sucked her teeth and impatiently waited, wondering what he was doing. In about twenty minutes he turned off the burners. He fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. He pulled the eggs out and placed them a bowl. Then he ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl.
Turning to her he asked. "Darling, what do you see."
"Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied.
He brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. He then asked her to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg. Finally, he asked her to sip the coffee. She smiled as she tasted its rich aroma.
She humbly asked. "What does it mean Father?"
He explained that each of them had faced the same adversity, boiling water, but each reacted differently.
The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. But after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak.
The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior. But after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened.
The ground coffee beans were unique however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.
"Which are you," he asked his daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?"
How about you? Are you the carrot that seems hard, but with pain and adversity do you wilt and become soft and lose your strength?
Are you the egg, which starts off with a malleable heart? Were you a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a divorce, or a layoff have you become hardened and stiff. Your shell looks the same, but are you bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and heart?
Or are you like the coffee bean? The bean changes the hot water, the thing that is bringing the pain, to its peak flavor reaches 212 degrees Fahrenheit. When the water gets the hottest, it just tastes better.
If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and make things better around you.
How do you handle adversity?
Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed.
pris
Are you a Carrot, an Egg or a Coffee Bean?
A daughter complained to her father about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved a new one arose.
Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen. He filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to a boil. In one he placed carrots, in the second he placed eggs, and the last he placed ground coffee beans. He let them sit and boil, without saying a word.
The daughter sucked her teeth and impatiently waited, wondering what he was doing. In about twenty minutes he turned off the burners. He fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. He pulled the eggs out and placed them a bowl. Then he ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl.
Turning to her he asked. "Darling, what do you see."
"Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied.
He brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. He then asked her to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg. Finally, he asked her to sip the coffee. She smiled as she tasted its rich aroma.
She humbly asked. "What does it mean Father?"
He explained that each of them had faced the same adversity, boiling water, but each reacted differently.
The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. But after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak.
The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior. But after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened.
The ground coffee beans were unique however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.
"Which are you," he asked his daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?"
How about you? Are you the carrot that seems hard, but with pain and adversity do you wilt and become soft and lose your strength?
Are you the egg, which starts off with a malleable heart? Were you a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a divorce, or a layoff have you become hardened and stiff. Your shell looks the same, but are you bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and heart?
Or are you like the coffee bean? The bean changes the hot water, the thing that is bringing the pain, to its peak flavor reaches 212 degrees Fahrenheit. When the water gets the hottest, it just tastes better.
If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and make things better around you.
How do you handle adversity?
Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?
We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed.
pris (i koped it from somewhere)
Saturday, January 28, 2006
BIA - back in action, for now
it has been around 3 months since i last posted? hmm kay maybe not that bad but i just don't ever seem to get down to writing an entry... until my dear co-owner has decided to emerge from her disappearing act as well. oh yes btw, HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR EVE! but that's not the point for writing this entry, somehow i feel like everything must have a purpose, like i don't seem to be able to write for the sake of writing. human thoughts are very peculiar: they are so random but yet understandable at times, at least to the writer, who knows what is exactly going on in her mind and perhaps wants others to comprehend too but doesn't know how to voice it out. i dont' want to pretend to know what my co-owner was trying to express out or what was eating her up inside (maybe not that exaggerated, but bothering her). as a matter of fact, i dont' assume anyone would bother visiting this blog anymore, but i'm surprisingly, and quite rarely, in this inspired mood to talk, about stuff that are quite depressing. so if there's still any single soul reading this mindless rambling, please just ignore this crappy entry lar.
no wonder they say that teenage years is a period of growing up, learning from experiences blah blah.. the usual stereotypical but scarily true statements. having returned from a 25 days long immersion programme in france had added alot to my own experience collection, i guess more private stuff that i don't wish to mention. i love my family of 27!!!! oh wait, i'm diverging. yar, basically i just want to agree that sometimes i think i can be very selfish, humans tend to have this fear: once bitten twice shy kind of phobia. it might have been a small incident, but it could scar you for life. felt quite moody recently, seems as if anyone, even the people closest to me could get on my nerves. you just don't know whether you are thinking straight, but you just feel pissed. sounds like some mad person lar... hmm maybe i am turning into one. (okay, just joking) but the point is that (i don't seem to have any point inthis whole entry to start with) i just seem to be always losing myself to this pessimistic outlook of any and everything. but i'm slowly getting out of it. why is it that i just seem to like seeing things like that, not how optimistic others are?
argh.. i'm always losing my train of thoughts, anyway here's my copyrighted quote/random thought: the happiest people hide the most hurt, the smiles hide the tears. to my ardent readers out there(if there're any), i think this would be the only entry i'm writing for some time. too lazy to write.
pris
-you never care how much someone knows, until you know how much someone cares.
no wonder they say that teenage years is a period of growing up, learning from experiences blah blah.. the usual stereotypical but scarily true statements. having returned from a 25 days long immersion programme in france had added alot to my own experience collection, i guess more private stuff that i don't wish to mention. i love my family of 27!!!! oh wait, i'm diverging. yar, basically i just want to agree that sometimes i think i can be very selfish, humans tend to have this fear: once bitten twice shy kind of phobia. it might have been a small incident, but it could scar you for life. felt quite moody recently, seems as if anyone, even the people closest to me could get on my nerves. you just don't know whether you are thinking straight, but you just feel pissed. sounds like some mad person lar... hmm maybe i am turning into one. (okay, just joking) but the point is that (i don't seem to have any point inthis whole entry to start with) i just seem to be always losing myself to this pessimistic outlook of any and everything. but i'm slowly getting out of it. why is it that i just seem to like seeing things like that, not how optimistic others are?
argh.. i'm always losing my train of thoughts, anyway here's my copyrighted quote/random thought: the happiest people hide the most hurt, the smiles hide the tears. to my ardent readers out there(if there're any), i think this would be the only entry i'm writing for some time. too lazy to write.
pris
-you never care how much someone knows, until you know how much someone cares.
Friday, January 27, 2006
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please try NOT to understand this post or better yet, don't read it. please. it's just the confused ramblings of a really horrible girl.
as you just look at me, you would never have known that under the surface of this purple shirt, underneath all the face paint of liveliness and bounciness, you would never know the interior was a terribly timid and selfish girl. selfish to not let herself be vulnerable to any hurt again. ever. this isn't some ranty loveysick thingum. instead it's just how terrible i feel for how i am inside. how i want to open myself up yet i can't. not opening up like talking and sharing, that i can do. but opening up my heart and life to let someone in. you just feel exposed and selfish what if you get irrevocably hurt again. it isn't just about my own hurt too, time has shown me what lasts and what is true. yet i'm afraid of hurting others, of maybe having to put them through the same gruelling experience. i'm really sorry for being so horrible, but i can't seem to be able to just talk normally. self-consciousness makes me lose all sight of what i stand for and what i am, i just get twittered up and painfully conscious. then i slap on more face paint and cover all the unease up by not talking to you [in plural form] and just keeping a distance. this stinks, i know. and if you feel that this entry pertains to you IF you're still reading this [which you weren't supposed to since i can't figure out how to lock the blog] then please, understand that i'm really sorry. underneath this shell, this cracking exterior, i'm emerging. i'm really trying to. all that i can really offer is that i'll try and i'll really talk next time. i'm really really really sorry
joanne
as you just look at me, you would never have known that under the surface of this purple shirt, underneath all the face paint of liveliness and bounciness, you would never know the interior was a terribly timid and selfish girl. selfish to not let herself be vulnerable to any hurt again. ever. this isn't some ranty loveysick thingum. instead it's just how terrible i feel for how i am inside. how i want to open myself up yet i can't. not opening up like talking and sharing, that i can do. but opening up my heart and life to let someone in. you just feel exposed and selfish what if you get irrevocably hurt again. it isn't just about my own hurt too, time has shown me what lasts and what is true. yet i'm afraid of hurting others, of maybe having to put them through the same gruelling experience. i'm really sorry for being so horrible, but i can't seem to be able to just talk normally. self-consciousness makes me lose all sight of what i stand for and what i am, i just get twittered up and painfully conscious. then i slap on more face paint and cover all the unease up by not talking to you [in plural form] and just keeping a distance. this stinks, i know. and if you feel that this entry pertains to you IF you're still reading this [which you weren't supposed to since i can't figure out how to lock the blog] then please, understand that i'm really sorry. underneath this shell, this cracking exterior, i'm emerging. i'm really trying to. all that i can really offer is that i'll try and i'll really talk next time. i'm really really really sorry
joanne
Sunday, December 04, 2005
ack![ZZZ]
yoohoo. it's really really really really good to be back. as in going away all's fine and dandy but there's nothing like the familiar feel of being where you really do belong. ok that's sappy and totally national-day-theme-ish, but i guess the real truths of existence have already been captured in the essences of cliches, that's why there are cliches anyway. just a bunch of overly used truths. :)
mmhm, i should be ranting about the china trip, no? but i don't think i will larh. it seems ever so much more personal to keep it inside *pats heart* and to slowly go over the memories by yourself smiling at the recollections that only you know why you smile at. (:
oh but anyway, everyone MUST go learn mao. it's super irritating yet unsurprisingly fun. haha seems as though the dumbest games always holds the greatest fun in them. it's really super dumb, but being the wooden blocks all of us are, we stayed up till like 6am on the last night[morning] playing random games like mao AND polar bear! and we created heaven where i would ALWAYS indubitably end up cause EVERYONE thinks i should be dead and would gladly sacrifice me as a presumed polar bear. >< haha but heaven does have a nice view! haha this is really crap, but like i've said, uncrap stuff remain inside and well crap stuff is published? ack, this is bad, just goes to show how all my entries are pure crap through and through. but then again i never denied that fact, did i? :D
but all the people who went were really such nice souls, bless them! :))) somehow everyone just gets a thrill from seeing their names on anyone's blog. so well, here's all your thrills! [oh boy, here goes my list for 29 people!]
weixian! you've been such an absolute joy what with all the jibs we've shared about you being aunty and all. haha relived the times when i always had to poke you to wake you up in class! totally inspired by your love and care for all around and your intimacy with God! continue rocking on! :)
audrye! oh you crazy pok! all the times when we've just totally went mad and laughed our lungs [and other questionable insides] out! all the inside jokes on maine and random thingums, and goodness knows what would have happened on those nights if you hadn't been around. *hugs*:)
liping! pingu-pongs! you demure lil' thing! [insert quiet giggles and askance glances] you're just so sweet and blur, like the polar bear cheer. all those silly times when we were so entirely freaked out by the dark and cold and we went around asking for chargers and to the xiao mai pu! oh you are a delight! and the haggling! :D *squish*
charmaine! mainemainemainemaine! haha "extremely slender" and "extremely fragrant" eh? don't blush you sweet thing, the rest of them quotable quotes are safe here within me, rest assured. but you are such a choice target for quoting! well, being "pure-minded" doesn't really help when you have mad people like us around to record your every single word! you're just the cutest and most obliging xiao long bao/pink dumpling around, and i'm just too entirely glad for that! ((:
gheehie! hohoho, you CUTE thing! i'm sorry, i just had to rib you about that. don't mind me will you? thankyouuu! all your funny mannerisms and delightful ideas are really rather funny once you get past all the daryl-ness in you. haha, yesyesyes, i will call you daryl then. oh you funny thing! the trip won’t ever be half as much fun without you! :)
kristel! you’re really veryvery nice you know! pretty much the nice motherly figure so full of warmth and care! i should think all the sec 3s would have passed out from lack of sleep or some other reckless things we do, if not for all your gentle reminders! continue smiling! :D
joanna! you really should sing more often! your voice deserves more limelight! haha and you’re really one with all the funnily cute ideas and the “why are the guys sitting on chairs and the girls on the floor?!” little speeches. the trip was made all the more livelier with you! :)
yinrui! hey you bridge pro! you’re really good at the game you know, haha compared to us bumbling sec 3s like WHOA! :) you’re really so easy-going and nice to talk to! must remember us when you’re still staying on in china!
felicia! didn’t really talk to you much, one of them strong silent types eh? :) but the trip wouldn’t be the same without you!
priscilla! you’re another strong silent type! :) but your sweetness can be felt in your mere presence!
huizhen! ack. i didn’t really talk much to you too, you trio of strong silent type-ers! but without you something would have been lacking in the trip too, and that’s not good!:)
weiyi! haha still remember your total disgust with the latin dance thingum, but it wasn’t so bad in the end was it! :) you’re really fun to talk to and oh so very jolly! thanks for all the fun times!
huiqi! qihui and huiqi, ack so confusing. haha you propro math person, you’re really sweet in your own quiet manner, really glad to have known you! :)
elvina! oh i still remember the cool 13 trick you taught us and weixian figured out the mathy rationale behind it! haha you’re evil you know! trying to get static from me and charmaine will chatting to us! But oh i’m sure you’re all sugar under your evilness! [or so we hope] :)
cheryl! shopaholics unite! :) haha you’re reallyreally very nice to talk to and jest around with! and you must sing more, the entire group couldn’t get enough of your singing on the bus! continue to let your light so shine for God! :)
ack. that was one long list to type! and that’s just half of them blessed souls! i really cannot continue liao, shall procrastinate and leave the rest till tomorrow! [or when tomorrow really comes for me] :)
mmhm, i should be ranting about the china trip, no? but i don't think i will larh. it seems ever so much more personal to keep it inside *pats heart* and to slowly go over the memories by yourself smiling at the recollections that only you know why you smile at. (:
oh but anyway, everyone MUST go learn mao. it's super irritating yet unsurprisingly fun. haha seems as though the dumbest games always holds the greatest fun in them. it's really super dumb, but being the wooden blocks all of us are, we stayed up till like 6am on the last night[morning] playing random games like mao AND polar bear! and we created heaven where i would ALWAYS indubitably end up cause EVERYONE thinks i should be dead and would gladly sacrifice me as a presumed polar bear. >< haha but heaven does have a nice view! haha this is really crap, but like i've said, uncrap stuff remain inside and well crap stuff is published? ack, this is bad, just goes to show how all my entries are pure crap through and through. but then again i never denied that fact, did i? :D
but all the people who went were really such nice souls, bless them! :))) somehow everyone just gets a thrill from seeing their names on anyone's blog. so well, here's all your thrills! [oh boy, here goes my list for 29 people!]
weixian! you've been such an absolute joy what with all the jibs we've shared about you being aunty and all. haha relived the times when i always had to poke you to wake you up in class! totally inspired by your love and care for all around and your intimacy with God! continue rocking on! :)
audrye! oh you crazy pok! all the times when we've just totally went mad and laughed our lungs [and other questionable insides] out! all the inside jokes on maine and random thingums, and goodness knows what would have happened on those nights if you hadn't been around. *hugs*:)
liping! pingu-pongs! you demure lil' thing! [insert quiet giggles and askance glances] you're just so sweet and blur, like the polar bear cheer. all those silly times when we were so entirely freaked out by the dark and cold and we went around asking for chargers and to the xiao mai pu! oh you are a delight! and the haggling! :D *squish*
charmaine! mainemainemainemaine! haha "extremely slender" and "extremely fragrant" eh? don't blush you sweet thing, the rest of them quotable quotes are safe here within me, rest assured. but you are such a choice target for quoting! well, being "pure-minded" doesn't really help when you have mad people like us around to record your every single word! you're just the cutest and most obliging xiao long bao/pink dumpling around, and i'm just too entirely glad for that! ((:
gheehie! hohoho, you CUTE thing! i'm sorry, i just had to rib you about that. don't mind me will you? thankyouuu! all your funny mannerisms and delightful ideas are really rather funny once you get past all the daryl-ness in you. haha, yesyesyes, i will call you daryl then. oh you funny thing! the trip won’t ever be half as much fun without you! :)
kristel! you’re really veryvery nice you know! pretty much the nice motherly figure so full of warmth and care! i should think all the sec 3s would have passed out from lack of sleep or some other reckless things we do, if not for all your gentle reminders! continue smiling! :D
joanna! you really should sing more often! your voice deserves more limelight! haha and you’re really one with all the funnily cute ideas and the “why are the guys sitting on chairs and the girls on the floor?!” little speeches. the trip was made all the more livelier with you! :)
yinrui! hey you bridge pro! you’re really good at the game you know, haha compared to us bumbling sec 3s like WHOA! :) you’re really so easy-going and nice to talk to! must remember us when you’re still staying on in china!
felicia! didn’t really talk to you much, one of them strong silent types eh? :) but the trip wouldn’t be the same without you!
priscilla! you’re another strong silent type! :) but your sweetness can be felt in your mere presence!
huizhen! ack. i didn’t really talk much to you too, you trio of strong silent type-ers! but without you something would have been lacking in the trip too, and that’s not good!:)
weiyi! haha still remember your total disgust with the latin dance thingum, but it wasn’t so bad in the end was it! :) you’re really fun to talk to and oh so very jolly! thanks for all the fun times!
huiqi! qihui and huiqi, ack so confusing. haha you propro math person, you’re really sweet in your own quiet manner, really glad to have known you! :)
elvina! oh i still remember the cool 13 trick you taught us and weixian figured out the mathy rationale behind it! haha you’re evil you know! trying to get static from me and charmaine will chatting to us! But oh i’m sure you’re all sugar under your evilness! [or so we hope] :)
cheryl! shopaholics unite! :) haha you’re reallyreally very nice to talk to and jest around with! and you must sing more, the entire group couldn’t get enough of your singing on the bus! continue to let your light so shine for God! :)
ack. that was one long list to type! and that’s just half of them blessed souls! i really cannot continue liao, shall procrastinate and leave the rest till tomorrow! [or when tomorrow really comes for me] :)
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
from the freezer
HOHOHOHOHOHO! nono not merry christmas, but everyone follow the following instructions and you will find a very happy person.
1) plaster a smile on your face
2) raise your right hand
3) raise your left hand
4) turn and face the general direction of china [or make believe that you're facing that direction]
5) WAVE!
i'll be receiving them waves shortly so thankyouthankyou. :) you never miss home so much until you';re away from home. i miss everything so so so much. this could be like some weepy post but OH NO no way it's horrid to be weepy in the morning. uh-uh. so anyway, here's some really gross updates on the food here.
the food is really quite cannot make it one. and cannot really figure out what it is inside. so it's like some guess-and-guess-and-hmmm-close-eyes-and-eat-and-try-to-prevent-your-face-from-screwing-up game. i took some really gross pictures of food. so aha when i get back get ready for fear factor picture [china special]. :)
it's really cold here and the sun sets really early so >< i don't like the dark. but i look like a dumpling here. all squishy and flappy and swaddled up and my coat is like ORANGE :) so i look kind of like a siew mai if you squint a little. we all look like siew mais and random bundled up frosties compared to all the students here. they are POWER! they don't even need to wear extra extra layers like us and they even eat ICE CREAM! in such coldness. brrr.
think of pris and me okay all you avid readers! it's such a long post so you better appreciate this! typing while you fingers can hardly feel the keyboard isn't exaclt something that one does for fun you know. :)
ok, bye then! tata!
joanne
tasting your smile; missing your warmth
1) plaster a smile on your face
2) raise your right hand
3) raise your left hand
4) turn and face the general direction of china [or make believe that you're facing that direction]
5) WAVE!
i'll be receiving them waves shortly so thankyouthankyou. :) you never miss home so much until you';re away from home. i miss everything so so so much. this could be like some weepy post but OH NO no way it's horrid to be weepy in the morning. uh-uh. so anyway, here's some really gross updates on the food here.
the food is really quite cannot make it one. and cannot really figure out what it is inside. so it's like some guess-and-guess-and-hmmm-close-eyes-and-eat-and-try-to-prevent-your-face-from-screwing-up game. i took some really gross pictures of food. so aha when i get back get ready for fear factor picture [china special]. :)
it's really cold here and the sun sets really early so >< i don't like the dark. but i look like a dumpling here. all squishy and flappy and swaddled up and my coat is like ORANGE :) so i look kind of like a siew mai if you squint a little. we all look like siew mais and random bundled up frosties compared to all the students here. they are POWER! they don't even need to wear extra extra layers like us and they even eat ICE CREAM! in such coldness. brrr.
think of pris and me okay all you avid readers! it's such a long post so you better appreciate this! typing while you fingers can hardly feel the keyboard isn't exaclt something that one does for fun you know. :)
ok, bye then! tata!
joanne
tasting your smile; missing your warmth
Thursday, November 17, 2005
haven't blogged for ages, so many apologies for the few faithful fans who have been waiting in anticipation for this entry. well i don't intend for this entry to be long, but having had to fulfil my duty as a co-owner, i can't bear to see this blog die out before it's one month anniversary.
i do agree with jo's previous entry, kind of meaningful and thoughtful lar, although abit short. oh well, i guess this is just teenage woes and at-times-seemingly-foolish worries, but well we're still only slightly more than a decade old, so how mature do u think we can be? liking someone is so confusing, u sometimes do wish it doesn't exist, but if it doesn't exist, u wouldn't ever experience that sweet feeling. haiz nvm it's just going in circles.
haha countdown to my departure: 3 days time!! haha can't wait to go, but i guess i'll be super homesick too. i shall miss my comfortable bed, singapore food, singapore weather, and EVERYONE! haha must miss me too hor. shan't blog until hmm one month later. bon voyage!
-pris
i do agree with jo's previous entry, kind of meaningful and thoughtful lar, although abit short. oh well, i guess this is just teenage woes and at-times-seemingly-foolish worries, but well we're still only slightly more than a decade old, so how mature do u think we can be? liking someone is so confusing, u sometimes do wish it doesn't exist, but if it doesn't exist, u wouldn't ever experience that sweet feeling. haiz nvm it's just going in circles.
haha countdown to my departure: 3 days time!! haha can't wait to go, but i guess i'll be super homesick too. i shall miss my comfortable bed, singapore food, singapore weather, and EVERYONE! haha must miss me too hor. shan't blog until hmm one month later. bon voyage!
-pris
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
umph
i don't know why i'm even posting. it's quite horrid to like someone. oh whatever, i know, I KNOW it's very teenagey-angst-lovey-thingo but it's not just horrid. it's sad too. and sometimes all you want to do is just shout it all out and spend ages just smiling oh heck who knows. maybe if i smile hard enough-
joanne
joanne
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
blogger has reaaally gone bonkers
I PROFESS, I.HATE.BLOGGER. the horrid system ate up my post which i NICELY took a prety long time [of about 20 minutes, but you needn't know that] to type out. and it ATE IT UP NOT ONCE BUT TWICE! now you see why it is in the most understandable way, for the state of my post to be so rant-like. if it eats it up just ONE MORE TIME[!] i shall hereby go on a blogger strike and show this horrid system not to mess with all my posts. so there. and we shall see then.
-anne
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it DID eat my posts up. so i just recovered it again. hopefully, it's still hale and hearty. i'm going to start typing out my posts in like word and sending them to pris. what a wonderful friend blogger is. oh and just got back from chalet. i'm really bushed. post more later. and anyway it was nicely fun. =)
-anne
-anne
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it DID eat my posts up. so i just recovered it again. hopefully, it's still hale and hearty. i'm going to start typing out my posts in like word and sending them to pris. what a wonderful friend blogger is. oh and just got back from chalet. i'm really bushed. post more later. and anyway it was nicely fun. =)
-anne
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