All Is Not What We See or Seem

Ongoing December Splurges

2010-12-16T16:40:00.006+08:00

So I got a little crazy today. I purchased a whole bunch of cute items. And by cute, I do mean cute. Kawaii cute. Heh.

Cute, yes? Leng recommended this shop, Sunflower, at City Square Mall. They even personalise bags, pouches etc for you. All you have to do is to choose a design from a catalogue. I spent a good hour in the shop! There were so many cute things to look at!

From top: bunny hp pouch ($18.90), pink wristlet -for my portable hard drive ($22), iPhone pouch - since I don't own one, I'm using it for my iTouch ($18.90)

From bottom: hair ribbon - for the fun of :p ($7.90), pearl earrings ($8), blue angel hp strap - for Mum ($10)

I spent $85.70 in total. I thought it was pretty awesome that quite a number of the items in the shop are hand made and therefore unique. Yes, I have succumbed to cute-ness.

Meet Up with the SR / TK Girls

2010-12-15T20:06:00.000+08:00

After a very long time, Raudha, Noraida and I, met up. And I'm truly glad we did. We were good back then and the times we spent together were nothing less than awesome!

Our first stop was this place, Strictly Pancakes, which serves delicious pancakes with everything delicious that you can think of.

Raudha's Potatoes Leeking Cheese.

My Beef Me Up.

Noraida's Garlic Buttered Prawns.

Not only are the dishes delicious, but I love their presentation of each dish as well. Not bad for a quaint, barely noticeable eatery.

We then headed to Ion for some stationary and make-up shopping. Next stop was Haji Lane for obvious reasons of course, more shopping.

My new travel companion.

I love how stunning this colour is! A steal at $35!

Till the next time girls! I love ya'll much much!

Phony is Spelled with an 'F'

2010-12-14T17:43:00.001+08:00

I find you very fake. We had this huge argument which I will not mention here else people will know who I am speaking of. But we had this HUGE argument, which was silly because it showed me what a complete imbecile you are. If everyone around you at that moment, inclusive of me, told you that you were wrong and that you should not have done what you did, I do not see why you had to take it out on me. I pointed out your mistake, being a caring friend, and you turn around and accuse me of taking sides! Then when the rest pointed out that they too felt that you were in the wrong, you continued to take it out on me!!

Back to the point where I find you fake. Correction, very fake. You approach me to make amends and you immediately return to your annoying self. Were you blind? Could you not see that I was in the midst of important business and could not spare the time for your ever-changing emotions? There is an appropriate amount of time before one is forgiven and the unfortunate event can be forgotten. That appropriate amount of time is not immediately after you apologise.

Argh!!!

Narnia 3 Review

2010-12-11T23:10:00.004+08:00

I've had a major (over)dose of fantasy these past couple of months. In eager anticipation of Harry Potter 7 Part 1, I had to catch up by watching the other movies. The Goblet of Fire is still my absolute favourite of the lot, with The Order of the Phoenix coming a close second. For The Chronicles of Narnia 3, I had but to watch the first two movies to catch up with the latest installment. How else would anything make any sense? I've not read the books nor do I intend to, so I had to rely on the movies to follow the sequence of events.

Now that Harry Potter will be old news sometime mid of next year, I'm guessing the Narnia series will take over the throne unless of course some other fantasy flick / series reveals itself. There's like what, 4 or 5 to go?

The Narnia series has a pretty simplistic plot and is easy to follow. The difficulty, without compromising the plot, is that it has way too many characters and it takes you a while to keep up. I love the special effects for this one. My favourite CGI would be Aslan, of course. He has such an aura about him and you cannot but hold your breath to try to absorb all which he says. And AND there's a dragon! A fire-breathing dragon! The richness of the effects astounded me, I'm sure you can tell.

The only flaw, but not a major one, is that very quickly the pace of the action scenes quickens and you find yourself darting your eyes to keep up. Somewhere near the end or 3/4 way through, things slow down and you can digest what had passed and what's to come.

My favourite character would have to be the annoying, whiny, rather spoiled Eustace. The actor who played him, Will Poulter, in my opinion, played the role to perfection without over-acting one bit. He made the movie, without a doubt as he played a very valuable character in a good portion of the films. New guy, doubts himself, but finds courage and saves the day. It's such a pity that he dies in the series. I would love to see how his character develops.

My verdict? A must see.

Me is Happy

2010-12-11T22:15:00.004+08:00

So the year end bonus is in... so what to do but to splurge a little, yes?

This Guess mini bag I bought for mum. Original price - $119. I paid $65.90.

This Guess mini wristlet is for me. Original price - $99.90. I paid $49.90.

Yes, I am a very happy girl with my purchases today! I take my shopping splurges slow and in small doses. Keep a look out for my other purchases ;)

A Quick Note on How Awesome I Am

2010-12-10T23:56:00.001+08:00

So the Band teacher ICs requested for my help to emcee their Band event. I was not their first choice, not that that matters to me. They had asked a few other teachers but they were too busy. Then they asked me and I could not resist the chance to help out at a school event, especially since it was an emcee-ing task! Albeit it being last minute, and a night event, I penned it down into my planner.

I was already busy that Friday (10/12) with CCA from 9-11am and lunch with friends. By the time I returned to school, it was close to 4pm and time to get down to business. No script was prepared for me, well at least not a proper script. I had the programme and the sequence of events and a detailed briefing by the band teachers of what was to happen for each item.

I studiously sat down and wrote my script for the next 2 hours. I had a quick dinner, changed and prepped myself for the night. I was excited! Boy, was I excited. I love being on stage and addressing an audience, for whatever the reason or occasion.

Not to be too full of myself but I rocked it. Considering there was no rehearsal, I did a pretty darn good job. Best moment of the night? I mispronounced "percussion" twice! I read it as per-kar-sern. Yea. Not once, but twice. At the end of the event, I ended off with, "Thank you parents for gracing this occasion with your presence. On a more personal note, thank you for bearing with my while I butchered the word "percussion". Have a lovely evening and happy holidays." I kept my cool and that is professionalism.

The post emcee-ing was pretty awesome as well. I managed to spend time with the P6s. We goofed around etc... I will surely miss them.

Time

2010-12-01T19:07:00.000+08:00

Now that my colleagues (not all) are aware of my transfer, they have made it a point to speak to me. I'm not saying that prior to it they hardly spoke to me, but it was always work related and small talk most of the time. But recently I've noticed that they literally stop what they're doing and they talk to me. Not chat but talk. I know it's the hols and all, but I've CCA and packing of my table and admin shit to clear and I'm not the only one, so I do happen to bump into my colleagues now and again.

That's always the case though isn't it? Only when you know that someone will no longer be part of your life, do you then try to find the time to spend as much time as you can with them. It's human nature, it's one of our many big flaws.

Sadly, only because of the news of my posting have I had the time to spend time with some of my colleagues where before I could not find the time to. I'm glad that I finally did manage to spend time with them, be it a chat, talk or lunch / dinner get together. That got me thinking, how quickly time passes you by and you get caught up with work and everything else which I find less important, that you forget to find the time to spend it with the people around you.

I promise to make time for my friends, new and old.

I Have Great Friends

2010-11-23T07:41:00.001+08:00

I am truly blessed with great friends. As a parting gift, my bunch got me a photo frame and they attached a recent group photo of us. They also each wrote in a card and when they presented both the frame and the card to me, the waterworks started. My initial reaction was to scold them for getting me something but I was very very touched by what they did.

My guys on the other hand, took it upon themselves to "warn" me about the new environment to prepare me for what I may have to encounter. It got me very worried but it was sweet, what they did. They feel the need to protect me still! How cute is that!

I'm going to miss them terribly and I'm pretty certain the feeling's mutual. I must must not go MIA and do my best to keep in touch with them.

When It Rains, It Pours

2010-11-20T21:13:00.004+08:00

Today was a tough day for me to have to go through. It was P1 Orientation and the last official working day for the staff. I was not present for the staff activities this week as I was down with the flu so I could not really get a chance to see them since the news of my posting.

Watching the school's corporate video got to me. Like, real tears were streaming down my face. Seeing the images of the boys on the screen and being amidst my colleagues and it finally dawned on me that I am leaving and that I will no longer be a part of the school. At least I'm part of the video, so I'm leaving a part of me behind.

The feeling got worse as I was clearing my desk and it all went downhill from there, as I was walking out of the school gates. Gosh. I must really close this chapter in my life in order to open up the next one.

Harry Potter 7 Part 1

2010-11-19T06:47:00.000+08:00

I managed to catch part 1 of the final installment of Harry Potter. I love it! It leaves you with so much suspense and anticipation for part 2 that I will have to watch it again and possibly again before part 2 comes out in cinemas.

On the down side, it was long... not the duration of the movie, but the lack of action made parts of the movie draggy. Only 1 hocrux was found which means the other 3 would be found in part 2. I'm not too sure about that though, all that action in a 2.5 hour movie... I have my doubts since they promised to stay true to the book.

All that said, I can't wait for part 2!!

Posting's Out!!

2010-11-16T15:32:00.000+08:00

ACS PRIMARY BABY!!!

The best is yet to be... they better hold to that part of the bargain.

Signs of Ageing

2010-11-08T19:34:00.000+08:00

I am in so SO much pain. I played badminton with the boys and that lasted less than 2 hours and now I am in pain. Heh. I feel like someone hit me all over with a bat. I didn't feel anything at all till much later, after my nap. This should be a lesson for me to exercise regularly but nah... I doubt I'll do anything about it, exercise-wise. I am such a sloth.

Hoorah for the Hols!

2010-11-07T12:17:00.002+08:00

The holidays are finally here! It was a crazy year and an even crazier term and I've survived it *throws confetti*

Next week and the week after, we only have to return to school for 4 hours. I'd rather not return at all, but it's better than a full day at work, yes?

I Am A Supervillian

2010-11-04T23:47:00.000+08:00

I did something so mean today and I am thrilled about it. I cannot go into the details but she got what she deserved. That's for treating the people around her badly and for acting like we are inferior to her.

It was a slap (metaphorical) to her face when her blunder was surfaced not only by me but by a few others. And boy, was she enraged! I could not help but to grin openly and reiterate the mistake. I admit it was mean but she deserved it.

There will probably be repercussions but I do not care about that. You mess with my friends, you mess with me, bitch.

PSLE Marking

2010-10-23T11:36:00.000+08:00

The PSLE marking days were fantastic, each and every single day. I had the time of my life!! I marked with a bunch of really awesome and fun teachers. Which proves my theory right. Being a marker is tons better than being a recorder.

I really hope that I'll bump into them in the future.

Sounds Like A Terrible Idea to Me

2010-10-17T22:27:00.000+08:00

I can't believe he asked me out. I'm trying my best to believe that it's innocent and that he means nothing more by it than to catch up and have dinner.

But why is my gut telling me otherwise.

Food That Never Dies

2010-10-16T19:29:00.002+08:00

I came across this link and it is scary. As if watching Fast Food Nation didn't gross me out enough. A NYC photographer created a Happy Meal Project by photographing the meal everyday for 6 months (180 days). Yes, she left the meal (burger and fries) on a table, waiting to see what happens. As the days pass, you will notice that the meal looks the same. No mould, no bugs, no worms. She commented that the smell of the meal disappeared after 2 days. Others who tried a similar experiment commented that even their pets (dogs etc) would refuse to go near the meal even after a day of it being left out. Still hungry for a cheap, quick meal?

Style Me Poor

2010-10-12T20:36:00.001+08:00

Watching The Style Network is going to make me a poor person. Well, at least I'll look fabulous!

Saras' ROM

2010-10-03T23:31:00.001+08:00

I still cannot believe that she is married!!

For many reasons. One, she's my age. Two, I've known her forever and now she's moving on with her life while I'm still at where I am since I first met her. It's not just her actually, a whole bunch of my peers have moved on; married, with child or soon-to-pop-with-their-first. I feel no pressure to move on. Just putting it out there.

It's truly at times like these when you realise how time flies and how grown up one has become. 6 years of friendship and counting.

We couldn't get a shot with her... but that's me in a sari! A ready-made one but a sari nonetheless!

Don't I look so grown up and womanly?

I am so very happy for Saras and I wish her all the married bliss in the world.

Students teach Teachers

2010-10-01T23:04:00.000+08:00

I still remember my first year at Cat High. Technically, it was just 6 months as I was posted in Semester 2, so I only had to teach a class for 2 terms in the second half of the year. I was a terrible teacher. I was too strict, unforgiving and not that compassionate. I was very by the book and I'm pretty sure I wasn't well-liked. But I did get the grades though.

4 years on from that day, I have toned down considerably. I am still strict but I allow some leeway and only under extreme circumstances do I enforce punishment. But I still do get the grades. And I am a whole lot happier teaching now than I was when I first started. The main difference is that I connected with the boys. It took me some time to realise that they are people too and they have feelings. They have their off-days as well and need some time to themselves. I can't force them if they're not mentally up to it. Just like adults. That to me, is the difference between a good teacher and a great teacher.

Yan Wei, from my P5 Health Ed class invited me to his 11th birthday party. Now, I have been to a couple of birthday parties but what made this special for me is that this kid is in a class that I teach only a period a week. I see them once a week for 30mins. His class has 40 pupils and in a single period lesson, I would speak for the majority of the time while the rest would have to listen to me. The unruly and the talkative ones would get my attention. Yan Wei, is quiet. He'd be the kind of kid you'd often overlook. I knew him the year before because of the musical but we didn't have a chance to interact. So it came as a surprise to me that he invited me! Obviously I had to go. Imagine the amount of courage he had to muster to invite a teacher he hardly spoke to!

Go, I did. And I am glad that I did. I saw the boys of the class in a new light and they saw me in a new light too. I am not uptight and I do not put on the teacher act after school hours and especially not outside of school. I enjoyed their company at the party and I am sure they enjoyed mine too. We got to know each other on a more personal level and a newfound respect was built. They are still kids after all, and tried to push the boundaries but they knew their limits too. I honestly felt sad to part ways and head home when the party ended.

I still stand by what I said, the pupils whom I have taught, have taught me to become a better teacher. Now that's something NIE doesn't teach you.

DinDin with Leng & Family

2010-09-19T22:50:00.000+08:00

All I need to perk up my day and make me feel good again is meeting up with my extended family - Leng & Family. I love Leng with all my heart and I am glad that she is in my life.

It was a simple dinner at an under-rated place. I love the Sakura at Sengkang's Compass Point. It serves above decent local food at affordable prices. What makes the place special is that it hardly is crowded even during the weekends. Like I said, under-rated.

Shopping Frenzy

2010-09-18T15:45:00.000+08:00

Ooooh... I just bought a whole bunch of material and I cannot wait to tailor them! Shereen told me about this place that does ready-made saris and I must say the stitching looks fantastic! So I went down to Little India with my mum and aunt and we got ourselves some material and made our way to that tailor. It's Deepavali soon so we couldn't give everything to the tailor but I got my measurements done for the sari I'm using for Saras' ROM. I'll be collecting it in about 2 weeks and I cannot CANNOT wait! Yay!

I Can and I Will

2010-09-14T21:20:00.001+08:00

I felt so mean completely faking my enthusiasm for the dinner just now. But it was for the greater good. They want me to play nice, I can and I will. I even shocked myself how good I was. I almost believed the role that I was playing.

Thing is, this won't be the last time. I am pretty sure that I will have to play nice, again and again. For how long more, I do not know. But just to keep the peace in the house, I will do my part. I really hope this pays off somehow.

The Saga Comes to an End

2010-09-12T10:37:00.000+08:00

Last night, Jeeshan and I spoke to each other and in the eyes of those present (Siraj & Daddy), you could say that we cleared the air.

But a part of me is still confused and skeptical about last night.

Is it possible that after all the things that were done and said, that things can go back to normal ie back to when we were close? Because right after that, he enters my room and starts talking about movies and music. For me, that seemed too quick for me. I needed to digest whatever's just happened and erase the bits of memories of the saga from the past 8-9 months. Or is it just me with the problem?

The frustrating thing for me is that I'm not even sure why I feel confused and skeptical. Apparently, he was already giving me the cold shoulder prior to the hospital incident. Then by the time it came to that, he felt that there was a communication breakdown between us and he didn't know how to get to me / communicate with me, that he just continued with the cold shoulder treatment. I have no recollection of that nor did I ever notice that there was a communication breakdown between us prior to the hospital incident.

It just doesn't make sense to me. He said that as my brother, he's never stopped loving or caring for me, but why then did he do and say all of those things to me? I don't think we tackled the issue of respect because I strongly feel that that's the main issue and that's why he acted the way he did the past couple of months. Or is it just me with the problem?

I think of last night and I have more questions than answers.

Hari Raya Revelations

2010-09-11T17:48:00.002+08:00

People have gotten today all wrong. Yes, it is a day to seek forgiveness from your elders and from those whom you have wronged but do you have to wait till today to actually apologise to them? If you've made a mistake and you know you're in the wrong, why can't you just apologise at that very instance of revelation. Why wait.

What got to me was that I received an apology from someone and the person even managed to tell me exactly when the mistake occurred and what the mistake was. Mind you, this mistake occurred MONTHS ago. Why wait so long to apologise especially when you realised that you were in the wrong and you knew it all along. I have no qualms with generic apologies but to be so precise and specific about 1 incident, now that's just unhealthy.

It gets worse. I was explaining to someone how I feel that the word "sorry" holds no value and therefore people abuse it. An apology does not solve any of the inherent problems the quarreling parties may have. The issues need to be addressed in order for the parties involved to move on. I don't see how saying sorry can mend the relationship without addressing why they were arguing in the first place. I'm not saying that apologising is irrelevant, it just shouldn't be the only solution.

The person laughs and says that it doesn't matter because we are all human anyway and we will make the same mistakes over and over again. I was appalled. No wonder we live in such a dysfunctional world. We make mistakes and then apologise knowing fully well that we will make that very same mistake again. Why the hell apologise in the first place?! The apology is to serve the purpose that you are telling the other party that you respect them and that you would not repeat the mistake! Even my P2 kids can tell you that! I've overheard a conversation where one of them apologises to another for shoving him. The other kid turns around and very calmly says, "Each time you shove me, you apologise. Why apologise when you're going to make the same mistake again." 8 years old, imagine that.

We Live In a World Filled with Idiots

2010-09-11T12:04:00.004+08:00

This seems to be the running theme these past few months.

I refer to the recent news of Pastor Terry Jones' claims of wanting to burn the Quran on 9/11. Now, he must be (one of) the biggest idiots alive today. How can he possibly think that burning a holy book will solve anything? It will only prove what a giant jerk he is. For an adult, he really is very immature and short-sighted. His claims only provoked more anti-US sentiments, causing a greater rift between Muslims and non-Muslims which has resulted in many casualties and the deaths of protestors. What is he trying to prove by engaging in such an act? He claims that Islam is fascist and a pro-violent religion. And the Christian way is to burn a Quran? What an idiot.

What I don't get is why the US isn't doing anything to stop this lunatic? Other countries ban such acts and they would act swiftly to ensure that the culprit is silenced before he can further spread his hate and malice. What we have now is other churches hopping on the bandwagon protesting that if Jones' church won't burn the Quran, their church will. I mean, Terry Jones is but one man, how difficult can it be to silence him? But to allow him to shoot his mouth off to the world and allow his words to ignite anti-Islamic sentiments and spark off all these riots and protesting, is just idiotic!! They should have just clammed him up before he made matters worse. Pay him a visit and scare that coward so that he'll shit in his pants.

Spend Time with Positive People

2010-09-06T21:27:00.004+08:00

Life will always throw you curveballs. That is a constant that can never change. So the most you can do is to prepare yourself for when shit hits the fan. Some of you may say that I am cynical but I believe that I am just being realistic. Which is why people who are constantly smiling are liars! But that is a discussion for another day.

What I wanted to tell you is that since things won't go your way most of the time, it is vital that you surround yourself with positive people, who have your best interests at heart. Misery loves company after all and why torture yourself by being around negative-soul-sapping individuals. They'll make you feel worse and not provide you with the moral support and encouragement which you need to help you pull through your trying moments.

Which is why I am thankful that I have my NIE mates. It's been 6-7 years since we've graduated but we're still close albeit not meeting up that often. Each meet up, however rare, truly brings me such joy which words cannot describe. That says a lot, coming from a language person.

True friends do not judge but are forgiving, accepting and compassionate. Most importantly, true friends are loyal. They are my true friends and I love them with all my heart.

They Are So FULL Of Themselves... and shit

2010-09-01T05:46:00.003+08:00

I cannot believe that they are angry with me! I had to take boys out for a competition and they were mad because they travelled all the way down to school to take me out and because of my CCA, they couldn't. So it's my fault that they made a wasted trip.

What a bunch of brats.

How am I to know that they were going to take me out if they do not inform me of it beforehand? Even when they came down, there was no mention of an outing. At least all the other kids informed me the time that they were coming down to visit as well as asking if I were free to hang with them. It's called being courteous. I cannot assume that they will come down to see me and then take me out. What if they don't? I'd feel like such a loser and it's my freaking day and I will not be made to feel like crap.

It's completely their fault for not informing me of what their plans are. Even if it's a tradition (or so they claim), I have a life and I cannot just drop what I'm doing just for them. Not anymore.

In other news, the celebrations yesterday were mediocre. The skits were amateur-ish and very slapstick. Yes, I can put up a better performance with my boys but no one asked. The special programme for teachers was a complete farce! They served cocktails and peanuts! Hah! They turned part of the school hall into a freaking bar! They even got a bartender to do some tricks. But myself and a few other Muslim colleagues walked out because honestly, how insensitive can they get? It's the fasting month, you morons. It was not just food and drinks that you displayed in front of us, but alcohol as well?! Morons.

How to Tell If Your Cat Is Plotting to Kill You

2010-08-25T21:36:00.001+08:00

I love this link! Cats are awesome and this proves it.

Expectations. Screw You.

2010-08-23T22:54:00.000+08:00

He ruined my night for me. All I wanted was a simple dinner but he had to be a pain in the ass. Couldn't he just put his baggage aside just for one night? He knows how important this night is for me and yet he had to make it all about him. Not just that, he had to be pissy and in the most foul mood I've ever seen him in. ARGH!!

And he had the cheek to ask me if I thought that the night was a disaster! I wanted to push him onto the train tracks. I'm so mad at him.

My Birthday Gifts from My Colleagues

2010-08-23T15:59:00.002+08:00

This is from Joseph. He made the card on the spot by stealing my FB profile pic. I love the card! It's absolutely beautiful! The candy, he ran to the shops near the school to get it and he ran back to school to pass it to me. So sweet, right?? Okay... okay... I may have exaggerated on the running bit BUT he was all sweaty and out of breath when he passed me the stuff ;)

This is from Jacinta. Can you believe that she did it on the morning itself? She is so bloody talented! And... *blush*... she said the 3 words that I've always wanted her to say to me... "You complete me"... *blush* She is such an awesome person and I really look up to her. I'll miss her the most in the school :(

Now these are from Jasper. I joked that the gifts were perfect for me as he knows me so well. The masquerade mask represents the proud side of me and the Dead Fred pen holder represents the violent side to me (you've to stick your pen into the hole which is actually where his heart is). He too is another person I'll miss. He is such a warm, understanding and positive person. He always knows what to say to make me feel better.

And this beauty is from Saras. I love her. She is one of my closest friends. She surprised me with this bouquet the moment I walked into the staffroom. Ain't it gorgeous?

Such a great day today :)

I Always Cry Before My Birthday

2010-08-21T23:04:00.001+08:00

I was watching TV in the living room. Jeeshan enters and switches the channel. I tell him that I was watching the TV and there was no response from him. I repeat my statement and he raises his voice... Go inside and watch then... I say out loud, "WOW." I walk to Mummy and tell her what happened. She doesn't do / say anything but continues to cook. So I go to Daddy to tell him. Daddy comes out from the room and Mummy only then enters the living room to ask Jeeshan why he did what he did. And that's when a shouting match occurs.

Jeeshan claims that because I have a TV point in my room, I should watch television in my room and because he does not have a TV point, he can watch it outside. I state my point that that's not my issue. I ask why he could not just say that he wanted to watch the TV but chose to rudely switch the channel. Then he says that I am the rude one and that I need disciplining as all this while I've been ignoring him.

I repeat my previous statement. Then somewhere in between he says that he paid for the TV, so it's his so he can watch it and he's banned me from it. I mumble something about me paying the bills for the cable. Then, I say that I marvel at how he treats his family and he says that this only applies to me, and not to anyone else in the family, whilst pointing a shaking finger at me. Could be anger, could be the smoking. Who knows.

Then Mummy bursts into tears.

Long story short. I did not want a scene. I just wanted justice. He obviously was in the wrong. Mummy heard and saw what happened but she just let it be. I don't understand why she couldn't just settle the issue at that very moment. Why let it be? I'm not asking her to take sides (even though I'm obviously the victim here) but letting that matter slide means she's condoning his action.

6 hours later and no apology from him. Not that I want one, or that I am expecting one but if I were to make a blunder, I'm pretty sure there'll be hell to pay and apologies to make. But why does he seem to get away with his actions, with no consequences to bear.

If the relationship matters to me, I would speak to him and apologise because that's all he wants from me. But why would I want to, especially after this? He had 2 choices... one, to ask if he could watch tv or two, to change the channel. He chose the latter. We all have choices and we are defined by our choices in life. How come I seem to be paying the price (I seem to be getting lectured and told to be the bigger person) for the choices he makes?

Sigh.

Moving On

2010-08-13T19:01:00.000+08:00

I finally applied. It took great courage, considering I'm such a coward. Now I have to wait till November before I get the results. I don't really care where I go, just as long as I'm out of here (there).

Next step is to apply for admission to do my Degree when registration opens on the 18th.

I'm really glad I'm getting all of this done. I've been pushing it back for far too long.

Amanda's BBQ

2010-08-09T22:53:00.002+08:00

What completes a long weekend? Why, a BBQ, of course!

Amanda opened her pits (heh) to her friends and colleagues and I had a pretty decent time. I brought salad but it was not a hit. Who knew? The food was heavy. As in huge portions were dropped onto my plate so I couldn't enjoy eating as much as I would have liked. But it was more the company that made the night lovely.

It was also the first time that I was introduced to Amanda's guy, Steve. Nice bloke, but much too hands on, if you get what I mean.

Ah, I'm so glad it's a day off tomorrow. I can sleep in.

High and Dry

2010-08-08T10:04:00.004+08:00

It's getting harder and harder to find time for myself these days. Any free time that I do have, I spend it listening to songs or watching the music videos to those songs. It's a bit sad, really.

I used to have numerous hobbies and I could spend hours lost in them. Now, I barely have the energy nor the interest to do any of them.

Reading, gives me a headache now and I get very agitated sitting still for too long. I've a couple of books on hold, loaned by some of my friends. Gah. Plus, the books that I do own, many are un-read. I loathe what I have become.

Even watching movies, it takes me a really long time to decide on what I feel like watching. Midway through the movie, I lose interest and I feel like watching a completely different genre altogether.

Yea. I have severe attention span issues. Possibly something I caught from the boys. Heh. I'm glad the long weekend is here. I can finally have some me-time!

Hoorah for the Long Weekend

2010-08-06T10:36:00.000+08:00

It really could not have come at a better time. I got home early from school on Thursday (Around 3-ish) and I had lunch while watching a bunch of episodes of Scrubs. At around 5, I decided to nap. When I woke up from my nap, it was already 8! Yea. I know. I got out of bed, took a piss and fed Athena and I went back to bed. I woke up the next morning and got ready for school.

Like totally, the long weekend could not have come at a better time. I've never felt so burnt out before.

Maybe I Could Be A Celebrity After All

2010-07-31T11:23:00.000+08:00

This week was another week of makan-meetings. But I didn't survive as well as I did the previous time this happened.

Monday: I had lunch with my colleagues at Pizza Hut. Really, J8 is getting boring; the choices are too few and what makes it worse is that the Indian Muslim stall at the Food Court has been replaced! There's nothing Halal left there. Racists... Any-who, lunch with them was almost a no-show. I had to be very passive-aggressive with them to get them to leave the school and all it's bad karma and rejuvenate for the week. Operative word: aggressive. But they were thankful for it and I'm glad we all managed to find time out of school to chill and be far far away from work.

Tuesday: Mona took me out for lunch, partly because she wanted to thank me for getting her a gift for her birthday and she wanted some girl-time. It was great spending time with her. She's like a big sister to me and I'm her slightly annoying yet still loved by all little sister. Again, J8 has nothing so it was Swenson's and we bumped into colleagues there! They were having dessert while marking :p Such sad sad lives we lead.

Thursday: I had dinner with the IT guys. Yes, I have officially made my mark as a geek and I have been spending a considerable amount of time with them. We headed down to Thai Express at J8 and wolfed down our meals. We were starving! I like spending time with them as they have the inside scoop to the school and they are in the know of the latest gossips. It's fascinating, really. Gay, but still, fascinating. Heh.

Friday: Woo-hoo! First out-of-J8 outing! Darron, Amanda and I headed down to Serangoon Gardens for dessert and munchies. It was lovely to chill and just talk a whole load of crap and to not think about school. I'm devastated the Coffee Bean outlet is no longer there though.

So that was another week of my celebrity life. Unfortunately, on Saturday, I was too shagged and was feeling a little down to join my cousin for some RnR (aka major shopping spree).

It's funny how when I've just decided to move on professionally, I seem to be getting closer to my colleagues. That's going to make the parting even harder. Oh well.

NE Show 2010

2010-07-25T11:43:00.000+08:00

The NE show sucked ass. This is my first so I'm not making a comparison but as a stand-alone event, it was terrible! I hated that they pop-ified all the traditional songs and killed the patriotism that I used to feel. They had the mobiles and they made it look like it was Chingay instead of a National Day Parade. The only fascinating thing about the event was the flypast! Even the videos that they showed were badly done... it was of Singaporeans f-ing up the pledge!?

The weather was good though.

I spent the majority of the time chatting with the boys, eating their snacks (which they offered!) and pasting the tattoos on them. The funniest bit was when I got trapped when I was returning to my seat and the boys decided to embarrass me by singing to me out loud! The gaps in between the rows of seats are very narrow forcing you to almost walk along the path like it's a tightrope. But with the funpacks and the boys own bags, it was like leaping over hurdles. At one point, this kid from choir, grabbed my hand and started singing Sing A Song for Singapore - the theme song for this year's NDP. Then the 2 rows of classes turned to me to see what the commotion was and... they joined in!! So now I had 2 classes belting out the chorus to me at the top of their voices *blush* One kid even changed the lyrics to Sing A Song to Ms Parveen. I wanted to die. There were other schools present too.

But yea. That's my take home of the parade. I bonded with the boys instead of the nation.

I Can't Be A Celebrity

2010-07-24T11:04:00.001+08:00

I'm very surprised I survived this week and can live to tell the tale.

I spent my Monday night working on a Stress video... yes, the irony. But I am very proud of it. I hope the boys enjoy it! And I hope I get the recognition for it too.

Tuesday: I had dinner with Serena near Mustafa as she was craving for Indian food. Heh. I love her so much! She has so much life and warmth about her, that meeting her always perks me up. She's leaving the country soon... for a guy! I think that is both brave and romantic, something which I'm pretty sure I would never ever do. That's what I love most about her. She has this if I don't try, I will never know attitude. How cool is that? The days at IJTP were memorable because of her.

Wednesday: I had dinner with Ismadi at my usual 2 pit stops at Arab Street. It is always awesome to meet up with my NIE bff. Heh. We can't stop talking about Star Wars or his travels. He brings out the adventurous geek in me.

Thursday: I had dinner with David at Thai Express and then we proceeded onto my favourite dessert stall. Hey, any moment with The Best Friend is awesome. He's trying to convince me to a Scrubs addict but I'm like meh... It can't beat How I Met Your Mother and it definitely can't even be half as funny as The Big Bang Theory. We shall see...

Friday: I had basketball CCA till 4pm then I met Aqil for dinner at Ichiban Sushi. It was really good that I met him. We had such a fantastic talk and I'm so much saner after it. The next few days, thinking about could-have-been is going to kill me. I'm deeply bummed out by what happened. But oh well, we move on.

In a nutshell, I had Indian, Turkish, Thai & Japanese cuisine all in a week. God, I'm such a glutton!

Gah. I should get ready. I'm taking the P5 boys for the NE show. I'm only excited because this is my first NE show and I'm going with the Goodness boys!! *blush*

Oh Happy Day!

2010-07-19T20:16:00.004+08:00

From the looks of it, I can safely say that today was a success! The Fashion Show was well-received and the boys really got involved in the voting much to the delight and amusement of the teachers. The food ran out and a number of boys came up to me to tell me that this was the best recess that they have ever had *beams*

Ahhh... I'm so glad RHD is over for us and I can finally breathe a little bit more. It's back to reality and to catching up with my back-logged marking.

It was madness, yet there is a sense of emptiness now that I have fewer things on my plate. Not that I'm complaining *wink-wink*

On a side note, I had to do 3 videos within this month! I SHOULD make a profession out of it.

Meats and Sweets

2010-07-13T22:24:00.009+08:00

Today was spectacular. Well, after school was spectacular, not during. We didn't have Contact Time (Yippee!) but we were told to organise our own interest groups. A colleague and I needed to head down to the Concourse to get some traditional games for RHD and the rest of them wanted to eat. So I suggested for us to make our way to Arab Street since I had plans to go to the Concourse. We coined that, our "Learning More About Arab Culture" interest group. Yea. We are so full of it!!

I absolutely love this place, Amirah's Grill. They know how to prepare their meats. Every meat dish served has been absolutely delicious and the portions are sufficient to fill you up, but not too much. I love their lamb dishes the best but I would avoid the saffron rice. If you're a meat-lover like I am, you must go to this joint.

Not sure if you can see from the pic, but this place is also Egyptian-themed! And Nefertiti is on the entrance as well as on their business cards!! Mere coincidence that I absolutely love this place! True story.

For dessert, I took my colleagues 2 shops down the row for some good old-fashioned baklava and apple tea. I love the ambience and the decor at Alaturka. That was THE life that we were having right at that moment and I'm glad they enjoyed the places I recommended. It's totally an Indian thing to want to feed and satisfy the masses!

I never tried any of their main dishes as I solely reserved this spot for my desserts. Amanda was hungry so we shared a dish. This minced lamb and beef with Turkish bread was extremely delicious. It was like chomping into a really well-herbed hamburger. It made me recall the scene from HIMYM where Marshall was on the search for the Best Burger in New York. As I was savouring each bite, I felt as if everything about me was in slow motion. Another true story.

So there you have it. A very satisfied bunch of women who love their meats and sweets.

D-Day

2010-07-09T22:56:00.003+08:00

The months of preparation have finally come to an end. Tomorrow is CHS Family cum Homecoming Day. My favourite-est event of the year and also by far, the most exhausting to organise. It is exhausting both mentally and physically. I love it for the most part because I get to see my current boys and ex-boys and well, that's basically why I love the event so much *grin*.

I will be shagged by the time I get home tomorrow which will be late LATE, way too late for an after school event. Oh well.

Ich Liebe Dich Paul!!

2010-07-08T16:23:00.003+08:00

I'm so tickled by all these fluff news pieces about Paul the Octopus. Seriously, in this day and age, we are relying on a mussel-obsessed octopus to predict talent-based matches? I'm not bought over. Then again 100% accuracy... that is something...

I did say that I didn't have any upsets this year over the WC but Germany not getting into the finals is a major blow for me. Indeed they are young but they had so much promise. Well, I guess I have to wait for 2014 then. They should be in top form by then.

I wonder what plans there are for Paul... sashimi anyone?

World Cup Fever

2010-07-04T10:04:00.004+08:00

This year's World Cup is bloody fantastic!

There have not been any major upsets for me. I mean it did bum me out when Brazil went out after losing to Netherlands but the Brazilian side was a terrible team. Yes, they had flair and amazing footwork on the field. But when it came to crunch time, they could not perform. It looked as though they did not have enough practice on their set pieces and they were fumbling around, unsure of who's where. The only plus-side to the Brazilian team is that they can always out-score you. You score 2, they'll score 4. Somehow they'll manage it. But the modal is "can" - meaning ability. Unfortunately for them, as much as they pushed forward, they could not make it through the Dutch defence.

It was good that France backed out in the group stages else they would have been slaughtered in the preliminaries. It was very evident that they threw especially the last game away. Their coach is a terrible coach and it is a wise decision from him to leave after their disappointing performance.

I've never supported England so I shan't say much here. I never really thought they were anything fantastic. Unless you're watching the older matches, then they are indeed a sight on the field.

My prediction is a Germany vs Netherlands finals. That would be a match to stay up for! Both teams have scored brilliant goals and they have made it through by sheer skill unlike some which was by sheer luck *cough-Argentina-cough*. Like seriously, Argentina had to beat Greece, Nigeria and Korea Republic? Woah. So tough. Pppfffttt. If they had some real competition, I'm positive they wouldn't have made it that far.

I'm not so familiar with the Netherlands' players but they do seem like a strong well-put together team and they have been getting stronger and stronger after each match. Then again, I can say the same for Germany. It is beautiful, watching the Germans play. They've a tight formation and they don't seem to lose on their set pieces. Plus, they have such precision in their shots and passing. I liken them to robots. Hahahah... I am SO excited! I can't wait!!

Starhub - First Bangla Channel In Singapore

2010-07-01T22:37:00.004+08:00

You won't believe what I received in my inbox this morning. It infuriated me and further proved that the world is full of morons.

First Bangla Channel in Singapore. Seriously? This is how you want to advertise the channel? Are you out of your mind?! Bangla is the official language of Bangladesh and Bengali but do they not know that the word is more commonly used as a racial slur / insult. I can't wait till it blows up in the forums. Then we shall see how Starhub does damage control.

Quality of food is dependent on service and company

2010-06-26T23:29:00.000+08:00

Today was spectacular. Spectacularly full of food, that is. I am such a glutton, I scare myself sometimes.

Dinner was with the cousins at Newton Circus. Tons of people say that the place is over-rated and over-priced. But I honestly do not mind spending a little more for a comfy environment and for good service.

There wasn't excessive touting except for this one stall. It's a month old and it prides on serving "different" food from the other stalls. How different is this place? Nasi Lemak, Nasi Padang and the likes. Like seriously? People come here to get their fingers and hands dirty eating seafood, shellfish and the likes. Why would anyone want to travel all the way there just to eat something ordinary and which can be found cheaper elsewhere? I was very annoyed with how pushy the stall owner was. It was bordering on pain-in-the-ass and desperation. You could see it on his face.

I like Goodman. Always tasty food and always efficient service. Plus, the dude has tons of stories and jokes to share! We truly enjoyed ourselves and stuffed ourselves silly as well.

Week 4 of Hols

2010-06-25T22:57:00.000+08:00

It has been a bloody exhausting week. It wasn't even joyful but school-related. Sigh.

Monday - basketball from 9am - 11am but I did pamper myself with a pedicure.

Tuesday - basketball from 9am - 4pm but the seniors took me out to Pastamania for an early dinner. So no complaints there. I will miss the boys so much when I leave!!

Wednesday - NE Show briefing at 930am at City Hall Chambers which was an epic bore. Everything which they mentioned in the briefing could have been relayed to us via email. Considering it was MINDEF, they were rambling and out of point and a good 40mins behind schedule. Pppfffttt. I rushed down to school around 1pm to prepare for an EMC presentation. It was nerve-wrecking! I mean, it is after all a shark-infested pool! But I did well. I wasn't grilled at all and I received nods and 2 thumbs up. That did boost my ego a tremendous deal. I was ready to go home at 4pm but I received a text from Avery. I headed home to shower and change before meeting him back at Bishan to head to town to shop for his birthday gift. I won't say what I bought for him, but the boy is over the moon and owes me for life! Hahahaha... I heart you much much... and we should have more just-you-and-me meet-ups.

Thursday - Lunch plans were a bit disorganized but Contact Time was just as chaotic. It was information overload *cringe* I had just enough time to settle down mentally and doll up for a good friend's uncle's wedding. It was well-managed and provided some valuable mother-daughter bonding time.

Friday - Gah. Stupid stupid workshop that dragged on forever. Technically it's a 2-day course but they crammed it into 1 single day. It was a toll on all of us and we couldn't be happier when it ended at 4:30pm. Shagged as I was, I managed to squeeze in a manicure :)

Wah. Just looking back at the week tired me out. And it's not even the official start of school!! *screams*

Location Matters

2010-06-19T17:55:00.004+08:00

Jayne took me out to lunch today and it was nice to meet up with her again. She's such a wonderful person to be around and she is so full of life! What else to eat, but our favourite sushi! Come to think of it, we always have sushi when we meet up. I dislike Sakae a whole lot. If you want terrible tasting overpriced Jap food, Sakae is the place to go. Plus, the service is terrible. I have only tried Ichiban twice but I have to say the service is efficient and the food is tasty. But the outlet's always crowded!

Narcolepsy Alert

2010-06-18T12:37:00.004+08:00

The late night / early morning World Cup matches are really fucking up my sleep patterns and my mood. FYI.

My Days Are Getting Better :)

2010-06-14T11:33:00.003+08:00

So I'm meeting my soulmate, Them Boys and Philip today!! It'll be an exhausting day but damn it's worth it to see my favourite-est people in the world!! Time to doll up *wink-wink*

Good news!!

2010-06-13T22:43:00.004+08:00

3 posts in a day. That may never happen again. Heh.

But that's not the good news. I found Philip! Well, actually he found me. I left my MSN Messenger running the whole day and the whole of last night in the hopes that he might IM me. I forgot what his email add was so I couldn't locate him. But by some good grace, he PM-ed me tonight and I was ecstatic. I even told him how I decided to re-install the programme so that I could contact him. I doubt he believes me but he thought it was sweet anyway.

The news gets better. We're meeting up tomorrow! I'm over the moon right now! I'm so excited!! *runs hysterically around the room* He offered to pick me up tonight coz he was free and couldn't wait to see me but I had visitors over at my place. Damn you!!

Oh well. I just have to wait till tomorrow night then. *grins*

My T-Shirt's Here!

2010-06-13T12:07:00.003+08:00

Here's what I got in the mail today! I'm so happy it's finally here!

Hahaha... I know... I'm such a geek, right? Anyone who has ever studied / dabbled in Physics would know that mass times acceleration equals to force. I had to get this t-shirt when I saw it! But using scientific knowledge and a Star Wars quote does exemplify my geekiness. Oh well. Geeks FTW!!

I met him when I was a little girl; he gave me poetry; and he was my first

2010-06-13T00:44:00.005+08:00

After years of being clean from MSN Messenger, tonight I have decided to download it and join the 'real' world. I grew bored of it and it really kept me away from the important things in life. It's crazy how time flies when you're online. But it did improve my typing speed... apples and oranges...

However, I am not being completely truthful with you. The only reason why I want to download it is because I want to get connected to Philip. Who is he? He was once a very integral part of my early twenties. I am proud to say that he was one of my closest friends and he was a pure Beng as well. Yes, you heard me. Ah Beng.

I met him online and no, it wasn't anything romantic. We could get along pretty well and when the friendship progressed to phone calls, we would spend hours talking about most things under the sun. Eventually, we met and as cliche as it sounds, it felt like we've known each other for years.

Years, is also how long we've lost touch with each other. I find it strangely sweet that of all my lost friendships, his is the one that I am actively pursuing. I always did refer to him as my Beng-Best-Friend (BBF).

Wish me luck!!

Parenting 101

2010-06-05T13:33:00.001+08:00

A chain-smoking toddler who smokes 40 cigarettes a day. He was introduced to smoking by his father. And I really hope that wasn't a real gun at 1:02 and 1:05. Click.

I've Got to Be Careful

2010-06-03T20:12:00.000+08:00

We went home together after the competition. I truly enjoyed his company and I'm certain the feeling was mutual. It started off awkward but eventually we were completely comfortable with each other's presence. I could tell that he didn't want me to go and nor I for that matter.

I was surprised with myself at how open and honest I was with him. I feared he might have not liked what I was sharing with him but he was receptive and very engaged. Looking back I know I was trying really hard to impress him. A bit too hard perhaps but he is a tough one to crack. I have to play my cards right else I'll lose him. Now that I would not be able to handle sanely.

I have to be careful though. It would be terrible if this turns into an infatuation for either of us. I want him in my life but not romantically. Wow. I can't believe I just said that.

Week 1 of Hols

2010-06-02T19:52:00.000+08:00

I've gone back to school the past 3 days and it's been completely unproductive. There's so much work to complete and I'm not even sure how or by when I can get it done. It's supposed to be the bloody holidays. Asses. I may even have to come down the next week (Week 2) just to clear part of the work. Although I am back in school, it's only for a short while so I can't actually get much work done. I either have to be out for a course / competition / excursion etc.

On a more positive note, the one who attempted to back stab me was put in her place. I brought it up to the right people and they managed to take action. I make it sound like it's serious but it kinda is. I was humiliated in front of my colleagues and she was put in a very good light. I did a little dance when I was told that the matter's been cleared up and so was my name.

I'm really glad I spoke up when I had the chance to. Knowing me I would have let it fester inside and I would rant to my friends about the matter but not do anything productive about it. I'm so proud of myself *Self five*

The Terrible Injustice

2010-05-28T11:57:00.003+08:00

Rebekah was right. The term did end with a BANG! We had Upper Pri Sports Day and An Evening of Theatre after. I left the school around 8:30pm but a parent offered to send me back. Still reached home after 9pm though. And I woke up at 11 this morning. Still can't say that the holidays are here for me. There's still Racial Harmony Day, CH Family Day and Term 3 AMODES to clear before I can truly have a break.

Back to the topic at hand. Yesterday, there was major-backstabbing and favouritism as the main courses of the day. I won't go into details or name names as that would not serve any purpose. But I will share that when the air was cleared and when I stated that I could not perform my duties because no information was given to me, there was no apology nor clarification provided. Everyone kept quiet and then proceeded to change the subject.

They take me for a fool?! It was your mistake in the first place and you went behind my back and performed my duties without informing me and then come to the meeting and say, Oh, by the way, here are the details that you needed and also, I did them for you. In front of the heads! Couldn't you have informed me beforehand? Better still, the moment you had received the information I needed, pass them to me so that I could have carried out my duties? Nooo... you had to do everything and make you look good, and in turn, make me look incapable.

Well done. You've shown your true colours. It gets better. Once everyone had left the room, you come up to me and then apologise, stating that it was not my fault and begging me not to be angry. Now, you have a conscience? Couldn't you have said that in there, in front of everyone, to clarify the matter? No. Save your ass first, right?

Singapore You Are Not My Country by Alfian Sa'at

2010-05-23T10:48:00.002+08:00

Singapore You Are Not My Country

(For Noora)

Singapore you are not my country.

Singapore you are not a country at all.

You are surprising Singapore, statistics-starved Singapore, soulful Singapore of tourist

brochures in Japanese and hourglass kebayas.

You protest, but without picketing, without rioting, without Catherine Lim,

but through your loudspeaker media, through the hypnotic eyeballs of your newscasters, and that weather woman who I swear is working voodoo on my teevee screen.

Singapore, what are these lawsuits in my mailbox?

There are so many sheaves, I should have tipped the postman.

Singapore, I assert, you are not a country at all.

Do not raise your voice against me, I am not afraid of your anthem although the lyrics are still bleeding from the bark of my sapless heart.

Not because I sang them pigtailed pinnafored breakfasted chalkshoed in school

But because I used to watch telly till they ran out of shows.

Do not invite me to the podium and tell me to address you properly.

I am allergic to microphones and men in egosuits and pubicwigs.

And I am not a political martyr, I am a patriot who has lost his country and virginity.

Do not wave a cane at me for vandalising your propaganda with technicolour harangues,

Red Nadim semen white Mahsuri menses the colourful language of my eloquent generation.

Your words are like walls on which truth is graffiti.

This has become an island of walls.

Asylum walls, factory walls, school walls, the walls of the midnight Istana.

If I am paranoid I have learnt it from you, O my delicate orchid stalk Singapore,

Always thirsty for water, spooked by armed archipelagoes, always gasping for airspace, always running to keep ahead, running away from yourself.

Singapore why do you wail that way, demanding my IC?

Singapore stop yelling and calling me names.

How dare you call me a chauvinist, an opposition party, a liar,

a traitor, a mendicant professor, a Marxist homosexual communist

pornography banned literature chewing gum liberty smuggler?

How can you say I do not believe in

The Free Press autopsies flogging mudslinging bankruptcy

which are the five pillars of Justice?

And how can you call yourself a country, you terrible hallucination

of highways and cranes and condominiums ten minutes drive from the MRT?

Tell that to the battered housewife who thinks happiness lies at the end of a Toto Queue.

Tell that to the tourist guide whose fillings are pewter whose feelings are iron

whose courtesy is gold whose speech is silver whose handshake is a lethal yank at the jackpot machine.

Tell that to my imam who thinks we are all going to hell.

Tell that to the chao ah beng who has seven stitches a broken collarbone and three dead comrades but who will not hesitate from thrusting his tiger ribcage into another fight

because the lanterns of his lungs have caught their own fire and there is no turning back.

Tell that to the yuppie who sits in meat-markets disguised as pubs, listening to Kenny G disguised as jazz on handphone disguised as conversation and loneliness disguised as a jukebox.

Tell that to all those exiles whose names are forgotten but who leave behind a bad taste in the thoughtful mouth, reminding us that the flapping sunned linen shelters a whiff of chloroform.

Tell that to Town Council men who feed pigeons with crumbs of arsenic.

Tell that to Natra Hertogh a.k.a Maria who proved to us that blood spilled was thicker than water shed as she was caught pining under a stone angel in the nunnery for her husband.

Tell that to Ah Meng, who bore six hairy bastards for our nation.

Tell that to Lee Kuan Yew's squint.

Tell that to Josef Ng, who shaves my infant head amidst a shower of one-cent coins, and both of us are pure again.

Tell that to my Warrant Officer who knew I was faking.

Tell that to the unemployed man who drinks cigarettes smokes tattoos watches peanuts

unself-conscious of his gut belch debts and wife having an affair with the Salesman of Nervous Breakdowns.

Tell that to our Maya Angelou's who are screeching like witches United Nations-style poems populated by Cheena Babi Bayee Tonchet Melayu Malas Keling Geragok Mat Salleh.

Tell that to the fakirs of civil obedience, whose headphones are pounding the hooving basslines of Damyata Damyata Damyata.

Tell that to the statue of Li Po at Marina Park.

Tell that to the performance artists who need licences like drivers and doctors and dogs

when all they really need is just three percent of your love.

Tell that to the innocent faggot looking for kicks on a Sunday evening to end up sucking the bit-hard pistol-muzzle of the CID, ensnared no less by his weakness for pretty boys naked out of uniform.

Tell that to the caretaker of the grave of Radin Mas.

Tell that to Chee Soon Juan's smirk.

Tell that to the pawns of The Upgrading Empire who penetrate their phalluses into heartlands to plant Lego cineplexes Tupperware playgrounds suicidal balconies carnal parks of cardboard and condoms and before we know it we are a colony once again.

Tell that to Malaysia whose Desaru is our spittoon whose TV2 is our amusement whose Bumiputras are our threat whose outrage is our greater outrage whose turtles are weeping blind in the roaring daylight of our cameras.

Tell that to the old poets who have seen this piece of land slip their metaphors each passing year from bumboats to debris to sanitation projects to drowning attempts to barbed neon water weeds on a river with no reflections a long way off from the sea.

O Singapore your fair shores your garlands your GNP.

You are not a country you are a construction from spare parts.

You are not a campaign you are last year's posters.

You are not culture you are poems on the MRT.

You are not a song you are part swear word part lullaby.

You are not Paradise you are an island with pythons.

Singapore I am on trial.

These are the whites of my eyes and the reds of my wrists.

These are the deranged stars of my schizophrenia.

This is the milk latex gummy moon of my sedated smile.

I have lost a country to images, it is as simple as that.

Singapore you have a name on a map but no maps to your name.

This will not do; we must stand aside and let the Lion

crash through a madness of cymbals back to that dark jungle heart

when eyes were still embers waiting for a crownless Prince of Palembang.

Faqih update.

2010-05-18T18:18:00.002+08:00

So I sent him an sms on Tuesday; it was his birthday. I was petrified. I didn't know if he would respond and if he did, I didn't know the reaction I would receive. It was pure torture waiting for his response. I had a workshop that day so I didn't check my phone till much later. When I did, I was beside myself! In a nutshell he said that he'd been thinking of all of us hanging out again and that he even had dreams about it. So it was awesomely-weird that I contacted him at that moment.

That was exactly a week ago. Now, things are back to normal. We have our late-night chats which I have always enjoyed thoroughly. And he's learnt new songs so he sings to me each time. What more can a girl ask for, ay? I am happy.

If You Want to Sell the House, You've Got to Mow the Lawn

2010-05-15T10:30:00.005+08:00

Let 'Er Rip!!!

The following post contains information of a private matter of a private area. If you are not comfortable with talk of female genitalia, please do not continue reading.

My dear cousin of mine FINALLY plucked up the courage (consistent theme this month, don't you think?) and mowed her lawn. She opted for the all-off, which in my opinion, is the best choice for a first timer. If it's your virgin (so to speak) experience, might as well go all out, no?

She was absolutely terrified! I had to talk her through the experience and prepare her for what's to come. Coincidentally, I had mine done and she was going to get hers done in an hour or so, so she needed some advice.

I'm chicken-shit. There is no denying that. So for me to pluck up my courage and get a brazilian is A BIG DEAL. Holy shit. I still recall my first time. The thing is, NEVER do research before hand. I read literature and watched videos about people's experiences after their first waxing. Huge mistake. I got scared. Or should I say, *cold fear gripped me. There are all these horror stories out there and even Sex and the City did not help to dispel the fear. Thanks SJP! You'd let me down... still love you heaps though!! How can a brazilian be terrifying, some people have wondered. Well, if anytime someone's yanking hairs from below, trust me, it'll hurt.

Back to the horror stories. From my extensive internet research, I had gathered that you have to get down on all fours and you'd have to raise your leg as if you were a dog peeing on a tree. Or you lie on your back and the therapist would push your legs over your head. That is not a comfortable position. It gets worse, you'd then have to spread your butt cheeks (my what!?) while she'd apply hot wax to my most intimate crevice. *Beads of perspiration trickled down my face. There is no way in hell I'd be rushing in eager anticipation to experience something like that. I mean, a total and complete stranger (wo)man-handling me down there!! What was I even contemplating?

But I was curious and I was getting sick and tired of mowing my own lawn. I am not flexible. Enough said. I plucked up my courage and called Strip. Then I had to wait till my appointment date arrived. It is true, the anticipation of death is worse than death itself.

I won't go into the details of the experience but I do want to declare to you that the experience was in fact, bearable. I'd admit that ripping the hairs off at the top hurt like a mother. I even contemplated walking out with a half-done waxing job. At that moment, I saw stars and hated myself for ever talking myself into getting a brazilian. But I sucked it up and let her complete the task. That was the hardest and most painful of all the locations. The rest were barely noticeable. It's not so much the pain but the shock and force that you experience. My therapist (Queenie) was very experienced and knew what she was doing. I felt safe in her hands. Literally.

Oh, I didn't need to get on all fours nor did I have to be in any compromising positions. Pppfffttt! Liars. And the back? I didn't even feel a thing. And get this, after everything was done. I felt different. I literally felt like I was a new me. It's hard to explain but quoting Eva Longoria, I felt like Angelina Jolie. I walked out of the outlet, grinning and with a skip in my step. I felt confident, alive and not to mention brave. I had to quell the urge to show off my badge of honour as I like to call it. And I've never looked back. I make it a point to get it done regularly and each time, I feel empowered. Plus, it hurts less the more you go. Like last night, I could hardly feel a thing. I am hardcore! Hehehe.

Oh, my cousin felt the same way too and now she can't wait for her next time. Am I good or what? I should SO focus on world domination. Well, it's not like I've not thought about it *wink-wink*

*phrases stolen from my boys' compositions. It was a mad rush to mark their compos and return it to them to revise over the weekend. Eurgh.

May Splurges

2010-05-14T21:26:00.001+08:00

It's just midway of the month and I've already spent quite a bit.

Charles and Keith shoes - $47

BYSI dress - $79

Taken By Surprise

2010-05-11T20:18:00.005+08:00

I was speaking to my HE class about Courage. I shared this quote with them, "Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgement that something else is more important than fear." I proceeded to share with them my greatest fear - meeting new people / making friends etc. This is true. I have no need to increase my social circle and to put myself out there for people to judge me. I do not want to go through the whole dance of getting to know someone and trusting them and being afraid that they may turn around and hurt me. I have loyalty issues, yes.

So this kid comes up to me during recess and proceeds to ask me a very personal question. Not many teachers or adults for that matter, will approve of his courage but I am like no other and I am glad that my kids feel comfortable enough with me to question me.

I digress. I am paraphrasing. He questioned if I had had bad experiences with boys / males in the past. If I did, that would explain why I seem to have a strong dislike for boys. I was stunned. He left me speechless. All I could think of was boy, was this kid spot on. I felt very vulnerable, all of a sudden.

I asked him, in return, where was all of that coming from? What made him think of that? It was random and very personal. He shrugged and said that that was the vibe he got from what I was saying in class. "Holy shit" were my next thoughts. I'm getting psychoanalyzed by a P5 kid!! I didn't not enjoy it but it did leave me wondering what other vibes I give off unknowingly.

I Need Courage

2010-05-09T03:51:00.001+08:00

I had a good talk with Aqil and Iggy just now. For some strange reason, I decided to check my inbox in my cell phone and I came across Faqih's text messages. That got to me. I miss him terribly and reading how sorry he felt and how sincere his apologies were, made me wish that I wasn't such a conceited bitch. Yes, I am finally admitting to it. In my defense, he was wrong and he should not have treated me so badly. But I believe he learnt his lesson and his apologies were in fact, sincere. He did call and play me Everlong and I sobbed like a child after that. He was learning the song to play on my birthday but we had our tiff so the private performance was put off indefinitely. But he insisted on playing it for me, just after my birthday and I still didn't accept his apology.

Wow. Re-telling the story really puts me in a bad light. But recently, I have had this overwhelming urge to reconcile with him and the advice given by Aqil and Iggy earlier has given me the courage I need. It's his birthday on Tuesday and I shall wish him well. I really hope he responds. Any response will do but a positive one would be fantastic. Gosh. I am quivering as I type this - I hate rejection.

I hope I didn't screw up badly and I also hope that we can put aside our differences and be friends again. That, and I should really get some sleep.

Stupid Active Volcano

2010-04-17T18:10:00.001+08:00

My brother was supposed to fly in next Saturday but his flight's cancelled. All thanks to Eyjafjallajokull.

I miss him so much and I was looking forward to his visit. Not even this joke...

What's the difference between the Icelandic volcano and Cheryl Cole?

The volcano's still blowing ash.

...could cheer me up.

M.I.A

2010-04-11T10:17:00.001+08:00

It has been way too long. But I have a reasonable explanation for my absence. I've been real happy and not terribly annoyed of late. Yup. I blog when something pisses the hell out of me or gets on my nerves.

You know what I mean. You call up a friend to rant / bitch / whine and not so much to share the good news. Listening to your friends' woes / troubles / conflict is always much more interesting than listening to their good times. It's the same for me too. I'm pretty sure you'd be bored if I started going on about how good my day / week / life has been. You want to hear me mad, upset and raving about something. I do get bored writing happy stories anyway. So it's win-win.

But I do have some entries on draft. Yea, I keep my entries on draft until I'm satisfied with them and feel comfortable enough to share them with the world. The world? Who am I kidding? Very few out there know of this blog. Hello "World"!!

I want to share this link with you. I salute her for her genius and her creativity. This is reality, my friends. The whole Happily Ever After that you've grown up with or have been told to believe, is BULLSHIT. True story.

March Splurges

2010-03-31T22:19:00.004+08:00

It was one of those times when I really needed a pick-me up... it was bonus month as well *giggles*

Don't worry, the purchases weren't all in one day. And in my defence, the below are the bare necessities!

Guess bag - $160 (20% off)

Pedro shoes - $79

Mango dress - $89

Lovely aren't they?

I'm Having The Worst Week Ever

2010-03-29T19:55:00.000+08:00

It started out with a wisdom tooth extraction. The tooth is perfectly fine; it's the gums that got infected. My toothbrush can't reach that far back so some remnants of food got stuck there and basically infected my gums. It swelled up and it hurt to close my jaw. So for the March holidays, I was living off a diet of Campbell soup, noodles and Oats porridge. Needless to say, I didn't have much strength. I had to cancel lunch / dinner appointments but that wasn't the tragic part of my ordeal.

Because my tooth was well set and pretty large, my dentist had a tough time extracting it. He tugged, pulled and twisted and I was tearing not from the pain but from the pressure of the force that he was using to remove the tooth. I was anesthetized and could not feel pain but I could feel pressure. Once the tooth was out, I felt dizzy from all that fuss and I was bleeding quite a fair bit. An hour later, I was still bleeding.

An hour after that, the numbness wore off and I could feel everything and the pain was unbearable. I felt like I was being punished for a crime and had to suffer for it. It was like being hit repeatedly in the head with a bat because the whole of the right side of my face was throbbing with pain. Adding on to that, I was having a migraine. One that I had never had before.

What made it worse was that my tonsils were inflamed at the point of the tooth extraction. So now the right side of my throat swelled up and I had trouble not only drinking fluids, but swallowing my own saliva as well. It was fucked up indeed. I tried sleeping but I could not drown the pain - the painkillers were not working and I couldn't mix the pills with Panadol. I tried sleeping on the swollen jaw to lessen the pain and eventually I fell asleep somewhere past midnight.

I woke up the next morning not feeling any better. I felt worse actually because I was displaying all the symptoms of a flu but without the fever. My joints were aching and I felt weak. I spent the whole day in bed and consumed only fluids because my throat was still swollen. I could not tell if it was because of the gums or the tonsils because I could hardly open up my mouth wide enough to take a look.

The next day I still felt like crap. My appetite seemed to have shrunk as well that day. I was nauseous and light-headed. I was weak and my throat hurt from the infected tonsils. I went to the doctor and she jabbed my butt with antibiotics. That was for the swelling in my throat to reduce in size. She also gave me a bunch of other pills: detox, more antibotiocs and probiotics. I went home, ate and took my pills. Then I started to throw up. That experience was terrible, terrible indeed. I concluded that I could be allergic to the detox pills as I threw up after I took them again later that night.

The next day, the swelling in my throat was visibly smaller and I could consume more but I still had not gotten my appetite back. I took my pills and threw up. Hmmm... maybe not the detox pills after all. Perhaps it's stomach virus. That would explain the flu symptoms and the throwing up. Yes, I do like to self-diagnose myself. I have been unwell many times and I can tell just from my symptoms what I am going to get days before. I didn't go to the doctor because I had gained my strength and if it is just stomach flu, it will be flushed out eventually. I had weekend to recuperate too. The pain in my jaw was lessening too and the swelling was going down but I still had difficulty opening my mouth to chomp on my meals.

The next day I threw up after taking just my antibiotics and I was back to feeling like crap. I was perspiring and felt very light-headed. Something was not right. I went to the doctors and she jabbed me in the butt again and concluded that the antibiotics she prescribed was probably too strong for me. Well, she gave me 5 tablets and each cost $15. So yea, it was pretty strong stuff.

By Monday (today) I was feeling much better but I was still nauseous. At least I could eat half a packet of rice and keep it down. I am still pretty weak and have the urge to throw up but I can tell that I'm recovering.

Well, that was 5 days of hell for me. Gum infection lead to tonsillitis and stomach virus. At the same time. That's the most unwell that I have ever been. I really hope I don't have a repeat experience.

Change Is Inevitable but Must It Turn Out This Way?

2010-03-17T22:30:00.003+08:00

"Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts.

Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used in class.

Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka.

Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex.

Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground?

When protection meant wearing a helmet?

When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties?

Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and Mom was your hero?

Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest.

War was only a board game. And the only drug you knew was cough medicine.When wearing a skirt didn’t make you a slut.

The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow?

And we couldn’t wait to grow up?”

Life As It Is

2010-03-10T19:40:00.002+08:00

So it's been about 2 months since the break-up.

He's moved on with some long-legged-I-have-2-last-names chick. That's not the worse part.

He wanted me to meet her. To approve of her. In his own words. Stupidly enough, I obliged and I wanted to shoot myself in the face the whole bloody time.

I am too nice for my own good. I kinda like her too... she's fun... but tall. Too tall.

I came home and threw away everything. His pictures, his notes/letters and even the gifts. I may have told him that I lost my phone and am still deciding on the model I want to purchase.

It's called moving on.

The Day Athena Went Missing

2010-03-03T20:33:00.005+08:00

Here's the story...

I took Athena to the vet on Sunday so that she could get vaccinated. Routine business. I brought her home and as before, she was annoyed and she hissed at me before scampering to hide under my bed.

Not long later, she crawled from under my bed and made her way to the living room. That was the last I saw of her. I assumed that she was still sleeping when it was nearing dinner time. I looked in all the obvious places but it did not occur to me that she was missing!

The next morning, I took off to school, not thinking much about her absence. Nearing noon, I received a text message from Lily; Athena was missing! I panicked and called my mum immediately. They had been searching for her for hours and they had already informed the neighbours. By this time, it was already the end of the school day. I had planned to stay till late to clear my marking but I could not concentrate. Jacinta suggested that I head home to look for her.

I tried really hard but I could not hold back my tears and I didn't want to be alone. So I called Aqil. I'm so thankful and eternally grateful to him. He met me at J8 and we went back to my place to look for my cat. Sweet, yes?

We spent hours wandering around the neighbourhood and scouring blocks searching for Athena. I wanted to give up. She could be anywhere! Logically, she could have wandered to any place and there was a very high possibility that we were looking for her in the wrong direction. I was forlorn. But Aqil, sweet Aqil, was my pillar of strength that day. He remained positive and persisted on. He even wanted to come back everyday to look for her with me till we found her.

It was getting late so we parted ways. I made my way home imagining what it would be like not to have Athena around anymore. My mum went downstairs to resume the search. Shu Yu printed posters to place at the void decks. I love them so much for everything that they've done.

So get this. I was in my room on my laptop and I noticed a passing shadow entering my brother's room. I glanced at that direction and thought I saw Athena. I looked again and paused for some time before I reacted. I called out to her and she turned to look at me void of expression. Understandably, I could not believe my eyes but I jumped to grab her. She hissed (

pissed) and ran to my parents' room. I was beside myself so I asked my father to check if that was really her or if I was imagining everything.

I'm getting bored of telling this story so in a nutshell, Athena came home, on her own. It was a horrible, horrible experience but it was comforting to know that there are such lovely souls in this cruel world.

Ego Boost

2010-02-20T23:31:00.002+08:00

We had a conference today so that pretty much took away most of the Saturday. Someone up there, not the heavens, but lower, decided that we needed a rehearsal. For a conference. Yes, please roll your eyes. It was a complete waste of 2 hours. To my chagrin, we were given advice on how to present and how to carry ourselves in front of an audience. I sat there, stupefied, at a complete loss for words. I had never felt so insulted in my entire life but there was nothing that I could do about it.

We were spoken to like we were children or first-time presenters. I mean, we're teachers! That basically means we make presentations on a daily basis! The advice included where to position ourselves when speaking and how often to refer to the slides. The irony is, the parents loved me! They noted on the feedback form that they

Feel that Ms Parveen is able to speak fluently and present well. She’s able to convey what she wants to relate to audience.

I believe I am allowed to gloat. Hah. In your face!

I Can't Exist W/O Drama

2010-02-12T22:55:00.000+08:00

Throughout my schooling years, I have always been involved with acting or public speaking. I tend to shy away from debate, mainly because I am not a team player. I take pride in achieving glory / fame based on my own feats. At least I am honest about it.

When I was first posted to a school, it would but only be natural for me to be in a CCA which had inclinations to either public speaking or drama. Unfortunately, the school did not have either. So I was tasked to start up my own CCA - English Speech and Drama.

Fast forward a couple of years. I have a relatively strong membership of 15. What pains me is that I cannot do much with my CCA as I have neither the necessary nor sufficient support needed to sustain the CCA and allow it to prosper. I run the show. I audition the boys. I write the script. I conduct the rehearsals. It's all me. It's exhausting but it's what I do best. It's almost effortless for me as it's all second nature and I know exactly what I need to put up a good performance.

I know that the time has come for it to be closed down. The school's direction is geared towards the niche areas and the boys have to be in a real CCA before they can join mine. The dates clash obviously and I am losing my members. It pains me but it is inevitable.

My boys were brilliant today. I was tough on them, even by my standards but they were fantastic on stage :)

Love what you do and do what you love.

Withdrawal Symptoms

2010-02-09T21:22:00.003+08:00

I have yet to get over BNO... yet to get over Muse, to be exact. I'm listening to Paramore everyday to get ready for March 7th but I have this crazy urge to switch albums from Brand New Eyes to The Resistance each time. Eurgh. How like this? I've been YouTube-ing for videos on BNO in Singapore just to relive the concert. I am indeed a sad case.

Green Day had endurance but Muse had presence. It was truly an epic performance and an unforgettable experience. I still get goosebumps when I listen to the tracks. GOOSEBUMPS! Plus, I have caught myself on too many occasions humming their songs to myself. I need professional help.

I found this video. I am so making my kid learn to sing the song too! True story. CLICK. I love that little jiggle she does when the rift gets heavier at the beginning. And she says she wants to pee but still sings anyway. And and the pout she does when she goes "oooh-oooh". I need to be sedated.

I'm Probably Being Selfish

2010-02-05T21:05:00.004+08:00

I probably am, but it is a natural human disposition to be selfish is it not?

I come home late from school. Most days at 5pm but recently it has been later. And all I want to do is to plant my butt in front of the tv for a few moments. Just for some mindless entertainment. My dad will come out from his room at around 10pm and ask me, "Are you watching the tv now?" I obviously am and I answer, "Yes." He then proceeds to tell me that he wants to watch his programme.

He's my father. So fine. I let him watch. It used to be at 10pm. Now he comes out at 9pm. I think it's getting ridiculous. He's home the whole day! The tv in his room is switched on the whole day! I hardly watch tv and I'm working hard all day long and he can't even be considerate enough to let me de-stress once in a while. It gets me so frustrated! Once he even told me to record what I'm watching so I can watch it later. I had to bite my tongue! I'm happy to be able to find 15 mins to watch tv! It'd be ages before I would be able to find the time to watch what I recorded. Why can't he record his programmes and watch them the next day?!

I am so pissed. Plus, my mum questions me all the time, why I stay locked up in my room? BECAUSE THERE IS NOTHING ELSE FOR ME TO DO IF THE TWO OF YOU ARE HOGGING THE TV OUTSIDE!! My father would be watching SunTv while my mother would be watching ZeeTv. They take turns. I have no interest in either channels so why would I be outside in the living room watching those channels with them? Eurgh.

They've told me multiple times to install a tv in my room but I told them that if I were to do that, then I would never leave my room. It is a pretty self-sufficient room. This is so aggravating! The only time I get to watch tv is when I come home from school. But even that is taken away from me.

I've been pretty selfless my whole life, I deserve to have some selfish moments, don't I?

Big Night Out - Muse... Saosin & Rise Against

2010-02-04T21:24:00.004+08:00

Woo hoo! Muse came down again and this time I managed to catch them. Went with the best friend, of course.

Saosin and Rise Against opened for them. I like Saosin and have always wanted to see them live. The drummer's fantastic! In my tone deaf opinion. I've never heard of Rise Against (sue me) but 3 bands in one night... it was surely a Big Night Out!

Tickets said 7pm but Muse only came on stage at 10pm. WTF, right? Saosin opened first and it took 30 minutes to set up for Rise Against and it took another 30 mins to set up for Muse. It was aggravating and the both of us were getting sleepy.

Saosin was LOUD! It was crazy loud! I don't think it was even legal to be that loud. But the quintet didn't seem to be interested at all with the gig. They came. They sang. They left. That sums up their performance. It was not memorable at all. They played my favourites: Voices, Come Close and You're Not Alone but there was no soul in them. At one point, the lead even sat on a speaker and sang. Terrible, really.

Rise Against came on and they received a rather thunderous applause from the audience. Yea, I felt like I was living under a rock all this while. The lead could not sing. He was so off and the drummer had the easiest job ever. There was no creativity at all and everything he played was so simple. They had more energy than Saosin, I have to admit but they were dreadful live. Absolutely dreadful.

10pm already. Muse better play for a good 2 hours else it would have been a bloody waste of time and money. They played for under an hour and a half. I was disappointed with 2 songs: Starlight and Undisclosed Desires. On the album, those 2 tracks are fantastic. Mind-blowing. The former being my 2nd favourite-est song ever. Yes, I said favourite-est. And the latter being my favourite song on their current album. They paled in comparison to the album when played live. They played a good mix of tracks from their current album and from their old albums. I have to put this on record... I have never seen our local audience that revved up at a concert before!! Plus, Muse didn't even have to do any gimmicks to get the crowd going!

They had awesome psychedelic light displays and cool special effects / music videos being played on the screen behind the band. It was truly an experience. Muse is hardcore. That said, I think Green Day is still better live than Muse is, however. They had more energy and lasted longer. 2 and a half hours... no breaks! Plus, Green Day had a drunk bunny open for them and they had fireworks! FIREWORKS! Muse only had smoke blowing.

I've about a month to learn songs from Paramore. Wish me well!

To My Not-So-Secret Stalker...

2010-01-28T20:00:00.002+08:00

Coz I know you're reading this... and you know I like teasing you... a whole lot...

HI KIERAN!!!

God Answers Prayers

2010-01-22T15:19:00.006+08:00

OMG! The Killers cancelled!! Do you know how lucky I am??? The best friend was riding me for not getting the tickets and made me look EVERYWHERE for them. Ebay, forums and what-nots. I love him but man, he can be a major ass at times. I almost bought $500 tickets out of sheer desperation. They originally cost less than half that price. Almost got them.

Today, the Facebook page informed me of the cancellation and I literally jumped for joy with a WOOT!!

Bitch aside, I feel for those that bought the tickets. Rumours are flying around the cyberworld that the "unforseen" reasons for the cancellation is that the band has broken up. CLICK. CLICK. Yea, research! Plus, imagine getting informed via Facebook of all places?? Not even Sistic nor Live Nation made an official statement. People were still gloating about the concert just a few hours before the "official" FB announcement and then in the following comments they started cursing! Hehehe.

I AM SO GLAD I DIDN'T GET SCALPER TICKETS!!! God, truly does answer prayers. Now before you start throwing stones, bricks, hot sauce at my direction, I did not pray for them to NOT come. I just prayed that there was a way for me to watch them.

Resistance Is Futile

2010-01-17T20:10:00.003+08:00

Damn. Another weekend just went by. Like wtf, seriously. Where does the time go?! Weekdays drag on and wear me down completely. Especially this week. With the filming, the lame-ass workshop and the concert... I was on screensaver mode for the rest of the week. I was literally on a high on Friday. I had my Green Day merchandise tee on and paired it with my leggings and 10-year old leather boots. I was rockin' it \m/ I wasn't in the mood to teach too, anyway. Thank goodness it was a short day for me.

Don't ask me what I did this weekend; I cannot recall anything! There was food, movies, nap time and possibly some lesson planning. Other than that, nothing productive. Ahhh... I love lazing about.

Next week looks to be another energy-consuming week. Planned to makan at Lau Pa Sat with my favourite men from NIE. Hmmm... must think of a cool nickname for them... the likes of Them Boys... speaking of which, meeting them for our regular sushi meet-up. This time to celebrate Earnest's birthday. We decided to meet more often for sushi so what better way than to celebrate our birthdays than with sushi!! The day after, on Saturday, it's Zaneth's baby's 30th-day naming... errr... thingy. Yea. This gives us NIE peeps a chance to finally catch up. Gawd, I miss them so. They're like family to me and the closest bunch of peeps I've ever had. Those were good times indeed.

With a packed week like that, I sure hope I have enough time to recover for work.

Green Day

2010-01-15T14:30:00.002+08:00

The day that I and many fans have been waiting for finally arrived. Green Day, after 20 years, have decided to head down to our sunny island! I was beside myself!! Plus, it was going to be their 21st Century Breakdown Tour!! Kudos to the best friend for getting wind of this and informing me. He knows people who keep abreast of concerts, events and the likes. He's cool like that.

The concert was mind-blowing. It will take me a lifetime to get over it. I am not exaggerating. It was everything I hoped that it would be and more. However, I wished they played more from their latest album which is heavier than their older ones. It did get the crowd going though, when they played from Dookie. Ahhh... I like Dookie.

The highlight for me would be when they invited (pulled/carried at some times) members of the audience onto the stage to rock out with them! It was fan-fucking-tastic! I'm sorry but an experience like that deserves some vulgarity.

I'm pretty sure Billie Joe Armstrong was impressed with us as an audience. We belted out almost a whole song and he literally got on his hands and knees and bowed at us. Yea, we kicked ass.

The only thing that can outdo this concert would be if the Foo Fighters made their way here. But they're not. *pouts* Till then, this is the best live concert. Period.

Hair Here... There... Everywhere!

2010-01-12T20:47:00.001+08:00

Eurgh. I have to teach P5 Health Ed. I only looked through the Activity Book yesterday morning right before my first lesson with the class and I literally screamed out loud! I have to teach... PUBERTY!!! OMG!!! I could have died right there and then! It's not even one of the last few units (when I'm much more comfortable with the class and vice versa) BUT it is THE FIRST unit! Like how can I walk into a new class and start talking about... about... that! Gah. I can just imagine the scenario.

me: Good morning boys!

class: Gooooood..... mooooorniiiiiiiing..... Miiiiiiiss..... Paaaaarveeeeeeen.....

After some mandatory introductions, setting of rules etc...

me: Turn to page 1 of your Health Ed books. Today we will be discussing a topic which everyone of you will eventually go through, if some of you are not already going through it. Now, what is puberty?

Bloody hell. The ground might as well open up and swallow me whole. I was panicking; I had no game plan. I sucked it up and walked to class. I figured the boys would be just as traumatised as I was. And I was right. I was completely honest with the boys and shared with them that I've never discussed / talked about puberty with anyone before. Let alone teach it. They seemed to be a bit more at ease, knowing that I too was not at all comfortable and we joked around a little with the topic. I wanted them to be at ease with me and be comfortable enough with me for them to possibly share what they are going through. Boys are mean and I'm certain they would not want to talk about puberty with their peers.

So far so good. I take pride in being an excellent story-teller and they were listening eagerly to my tales of growing up or the lack of, if you get my drift. I felt I gave a good first impression and didn't make a complete ass out of myself. Hey, PUBERTY hor... you try talking about THAT in front of a bunch of 11-year olds.

But it wasn't over. That was Monday and I had another class on Tuesday (today). Now this is a better class as compared to the previous one. Since I did remarkably well at that one, obviously it'd be way easier in this better class. What I didn't count on was how eager the boys were for my arrival. I was waiting outside the classroom and when some boys noticed my presence, I could hear them whispering Hey, it's Ms Parveen! She's finally here. Quick quick... Ms Parveen's here already etc etc... Oh boy... dragons in my stomach... yes, fire-breathing, big-winged creatures were flying about in my stomach. I was even more nervous than the previous day!

I stepped in and almost immediately the class started shouting MS PARVEEN! YOUR SON IS HERE! LOOOOOK! You see... Kieran... my Day 1 Musical son's in that very class. I adore him but I didn't want to make it obvious to the class... but they ruined my plan... gah! I couldn't help grinning at their display and the poor boy's scarlet red face! I turned to the class and simply said to them, "I had a plan. I planned to walk in with a serious expression on my face and YOU ruined it. I'll try again." So I did. I walked out and walked back in, putting on my best "serious" look. I could see the boys stifling their laughter and I applaud them for being such good sports!

This class seemed more eager to listen to me than the previous one. I guess because more of them know me as compared to the other class. I shared stories, told some jokes like what I did in the other class. I noticed, however, that this class was a lot more squeamish with the topic. Some protested and wanted to skip the unit entirely! I must really think about my Health Ed lessons to cater to these two classes.

Oh at the end of my class... I ended with this... It is every Mother's duty to discuss the topic of puberty with her son... and I turned to look at Kieran. The class roared with laughter!! My son? He beamed at me before turning scarlet red again. The poor boy... hmmm... poor boys, actually! They have ME to get them through this stage of their lives. Sigh. Why not a male teacher? Or even a married teacher?? Or a REAL mother???

Dimitri The Stud

2010-01-12T19:14:00.002+08:00

Check out this voice mail message this guy left a girl he met at a bar. He is SO full of himself I can't believe if the message is genuine. ENJOY :)

The Force Is Strong

2010-01-11T16:45:00.003+08:00

I hate that it takes me an hour to get home from school. From the moment I leave the office to the moment I reach my front door - that approximately is an hour's journey. It's exhausting! Plus, I'm in heels almost always!! My poor aching feet.

I'm watching Star Wars IV: A New Hope. It's the HD version and it looks and sounds fantastic! Like the film had not aged at all. The saga is such a cult classic and I can't believe it when people tell me they don't like it at all. It's the ultimate battle between good and evil! If only I had the complete set! I'd be the happiest girl on the planet! Sigh...

My battery's draining... It's only Monday and I was falling asleep on the bus ride home. Not good at all. It was a pretty rushed weekend for me. Apart from trying to clear some work, my 2 favourite men from NIE called me!! We had dinner near my place which turned into supper and that eventually led into us heading our separate ways way WAY past midnight.

I love meeting up with Ismadi and Guna. They're so cool and fun to be around. We're all generally very laid-back by nature and that's the main reason why we get along so well. They travel a lot so I love to listen to their travel tales and misadventures. Plus, Guna loves the kind of movies that I do and his tastes are even more refined / eccentric than mine. Ismadi, on the other hand, is a die hard Star Wars fanatic. And that would still be an understatement!

It was my cousin's wife's bangle ceremony on Saturday. There's probably an official Tamil term for it... but yea... I wouldn't know it, of course. It was nice seeing my aunt and uncle but that's about it. I find all these events such a bore! Plus, everyone's always eyeing you and judging you. I feel it more since I don't speak the language. Eurgh.

It's Only Been A Week???

2010-01-09T19:40:00.006+08:00

Why is it when my brothers go off, it's called "work" but for me it's going off to "school"??? Bah.

A week has already passed and somehow I feel like it's been more than just a week. It should be the end of Term 2!! That's how drained I am. The good thing is that I'm following up my class. I don't have to go through all of that bonding, orientation etc... I walked into class and basically told my class, "So... the rules are the same as last year. So let's move on." I know the boys, the boys know me. That makes a lot of difference!

The department meetings are over and I really hope I don't burn out or drown too soon. I must stay on top of things and not only show that I know my shit, but that I can multi-task and get things done. I just want to kick ass this year!

Let's take a look at what I'm up to this year. Thus far.

Video for Math Com
Video for Sci Com
Skit for both CNY and Total Defence Day celebrations
Co-IC for International Friendship Day
IC for P2 Evening of Theatre
Presenter for EL Parenting Conference

That should be all. For now. I must be strong and I really need to psych myself up to get through all of that in one piece.

Good news is that the 1st Quarter is going to kick ass because of the concert line-ups!

Green Day - 14 Jan
Muse - 3 Feb
Paramore - 7 Mar
Imogen Heap - 29 Mar

*runs around the room*

I am relatively happy but we all know that doesn't quite last. But for now, it feels fantastic.

My Top 10 Entries

2010-01-01T20:53:00.003+08:00

In no order of merit, here are my top 10 posts of last year (2009):

The majority are personal entries. Entries where I share with you incidents that have touched / shaped my life. Then there are some that are random and hilarious!

Last year (2009) has been the worst year for me, ever. Work, home and personal relationships took its toll on me. I truly hope that this year (2010) will be less dramatic and more fulfilling.

We Don't All Love Barney

2009-12-28T23:13:00.006+08:00

Not Barney Stinson. Everyone should love him. He is LEGEN...wait for it...DARY! *grins* I am talking about the purple dinosaur. Yes, I cringed too.

WARNING: This is not for the faint-hearted or the immature or the easily influenced. Some of you may get offended with the contents of this entry. I just want to say that you have been warned and I shall not be blamed for the effects of what you are about to read may cause.

I will first share with you a video. It at first seems harmless; I mean IT is teaching not to let the water from the faucet run when one is brushing the teeth. But focus on the actual action of the brushing and what the poor boy was made to mime. To be more specific, how he mimed the action. If I were him, I'd join a witness protection program and dye my hair. CLICK.

Then there's this (below) which I don't find to be funny at all but it is obvious that whoever "discovered" the finding has no life. Yes, I use the word discovered very loosely. But I am generous, so I will share it with you, nonetheless.

1. Barney is well-described with the following phrase:

CUTE PURPLE DINOSAUR

2. The old Latin alphabet used the letter 'V' in place of 'U', therefore the above phrase is modified to:

CVTE PVRPLE DINOSAVR

3. Letters that do not represent Roman numerals are removed:

CV-- -V--L- DI----V-

4. Add up the Roman numerals of the remaining letters:

C + V + V + L + D + I + V

100 + 5 + 5 + 50 + 500 + 1 + 5 = 666

Yea. Whatever *rolls eyes*. Now what I have to share with you next, will keep you entertained for hours on end. I know I was.

(sung to the tune of the original)

I hate you, you hate me,

Let's all go and shoot Barney.

With a gunshot, BANG BANG, Barney on the floor.

No more purple dinosaur.

I love you, you love me,

Homosexuality.

With a great big hug and a kiss from me to you,

Don't you know we're lesbians too?

Don't take it to heart. This is meant to be light-hearted and I am just poking some (more like "alot of") fun at the creature. I take no credit for the above songs, they're like campfire songs I heard from the day.

Check with your BFF (Google) and you'll find tons more!

A Gentle Reminder

2009-12-26T15:28:00.002+08:00

One of my parents sent this email. If you don't tear, you have no heart.

A Message by George Carlin:

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways , but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...

Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.

Remember, to say, 'I love you' to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.

Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

George Carlin

It's Easy to Be My Friend

2009-12-24T21:40:00.006+08:00

You must

love durian... not like / I'm okay with it... but LOVE
NOT listen to one genre of music... unless it's rock
be able to quote random lines from Star Wars & LOTR
be able to laugh at me and at yourself quite often
NEVER speak to me when we're watching a movie together in the cinema

This is obviously a work in progress.

Looks Like It Could Be A Good 2010

2009-12-20T12:08:00.006+08:00

We have Green Day and Imogen Heap coming down next year. Best Friend is a fan of both, just like me, so we're going to have a smashing good time at both concerts, I'm sure.

His sources tell him that the Foo Fighters are coming down sometime in June 2010. I searched about almost everywhere and turned up with nothing. I've signed up to so many sites so that I'd get notified when they list a new concert venue.

If they do in fact come down HERE - TO SINGAPORE - next year, I will die die catch them, and then I can die a happy person. True story.

*edit Happy birthday, Dude. Enjoy your trip!

Beauty and the Beast - What a let-down

2009-12-19T18:13:00.003+08:00

Guna, Sharon and myself saw the above pantomime last night and it was unanimous that it was a disappointment. Considering last year's Snow White and the 7 Dwarfs was a massive hit, we had high hopes for this one. Alas, we left feeling unsatisfied. Personally, I was geared up to be intellectually stimulated but there were minimal jokes and the few jokes that were incorporated into the script, were Ris Low-themed. I felt it was overdone especially since the jokes have been done and re-done in YouTube and where ever else. I expected something more or at the very least, something different. We ALL know the blunders Ris made, so what? Why rehash them? Still, those jokes garnered quite a few laughs from the audience.

Unfortunately, the sisters stole the show away from both the Beauty and the Beast characters. They were drag... so their characters were exaggerated... even more so than what a pantomime would entail. I still think drag is overdone in local theatre. You see a drag character come on stage, you know what to expect. Again, so what? I want to see something different. It is a pity though, that the leads did not have the chemistry needed to tighten the show and the numbers that they did together. They could sing, I have to give them that. However, that's about all that they could do. The sisters, couldn't sing but they were very animated and kept the audience engaged and entertained. All the other characters were forgettable. Pity.

I felt like I was watching Beauty and the Beast. The original version, with not much change to the plot. In other words, the pantomime was not creative nor was it a memorable one. The songs were not catchy, smart, thought-provoking or well-written at all. The lines were very cliche, I felt. Any amateur could have written them, not trying to sound arrogant here but truthfully speaking. Also, the whole playing on racial stereotypes is also overdone - the accents, the mannerisms... it was all too predictable... and some were used in Snow White as well. Thus adding to the lack of creativity in the latter script.

All in all, it was a mediocre production in my opinion. We're catching Animal Farm next year. That promises to be brilliant. So I can't wait!

Customer from Hell

2009-12-15T18:10:00.000+08:00

I finally managed to find the time to visit City Square Mall today. It is huge! It took me approximately under 3 hours to cover every level and about every retail outlet they have. I didn't need to enter any food outlets and I barred myself from entering any shoe outlets. I don't need to explain further for the latter. On a side note, I bought these killer white heels (2 pairs, thus "these") from DMK and they are fabulous! How fabulous, you ask? Bless you to those who asked and to those who didn't, a big PPPFFFTTT to you. They are so fabulous that you can pair them with practically anything and they still can jazz up the outfit. My favourite is of course, a short dress, full black leggings and the heels. I feel empowered with the heels. Sigh. The number to SAA (Shoe Addicts Anonymous), anyone?

New shopping mall and all I bought was one blouse. Everything else was just bland. Who shops at Giordano anymore? The prices at Metro are crazy even with the member card, so I just waltzed through the 3 levels. The one store that I got the blouse from... now, the sales assistant was just trying to get me to buy everything from the store. I was alone so I didn't have any back-up. I like shopping alone, not because I don't have any friends, but I find it to be more efficient and I actually spend less. Plus, shopping alone allows me to really look at the clothes on display. That is a tad impossible to do when you're out with your friends. You'd be chatting with your friends and not glancing into the stores as much, thus possibly missing out on great deals. My point is that I like to shop alone.

As I was making my purchase, she proceeds to throw on the counter the inner piece of the blouse (which comes at a separate charge) and I immediately told her that I have a similar one at home (I of course, do not) and she looks at me bewildered. Her colleague comes along, they have a discussion and I hear something like she doesn't want to buy this... you talk to her... so she tries to convince me that the inner piece is the latest design, very sell-able, it's the last one left blah blah blah... I tell her that I've a similar piece and she's smarter than the other one, she calls my bluff. Oh, you have one? Is it the same length? I'm sure yours is shorter.

This broad is not giving up. I wanted to flee so badly. I felt so cornered. I just shook my head and waved my hand away, probably expecting to use mind control on her. Then they try to get me to purchase another dress in a similar style and they kindly provided a few belts that would go really nicely with the tops. Again, I tried to Jedi mind trick them. Their minds were not weak enough. I did manage to eventually leave the store with my one purchase though. But not without the dejected looks on their faces. This time, walking away, I didn't feel any guilt at all. I am a hardcore shopper.

The Real World Is So Tough To Live In

2009-12-14T16:52:00.003+08:00

It is not easy maintaining 2 blogs. I either neglect one or the other. I do try to update this often, believe me. Sometimes when I'm out, I get this really good idea and I key it into my iTouch. But when I get home, I question if you would really bother reading it. So I scrap the idea. Or, I have a conversation with a friend, we start debating a topic and it's got my mind racing and I want share the opinions with you, then when I do start on the entry, I question if it would bore you with its heavy content. Then there's always some crazy antic that I get myself into and I know you would love reading about it but there's no way I can censor the content (the people involved read this blog / the people reading the blog know the people involved / crazy is an understatement etc) so I again, scrap the idea. Which leaves you with reading my ramblings most of the time.

I promise to have better material the next time! It's just that, life's pretty smooth sailing right now. Nothing is bugging the hell out of me nor causing me enough grief to lament about it over here. Plus, I am too involved with tending to my virtual fish tank to bother about the outside world. Yes, my virtual fish tank. I started playing FishVille about 3 days ago and I am an addict. I wake up at odd hours in the morning just to feed my virtual fish. I am a sad case. I'm so glad people are getting married / engaged or I'll never leave the house!!

You're Like Poison

2009-12-06T22:27:00.004+08:00

Brother finally told Mummy why he's been ignoring me. Yes, for the past 2 weeks, my brother had been ignoring me and I had no idea why. I am not one who initiates conversations and I refuse to budge and ask him for myself. I started to notice that something was amiss when he seemed to not respond to me when I spoke to him. I didn't think much of it at first but when I straight out asked him something and he spoke to someone else instead, I knew he was ignoring me.

So I entrusted Mummy with the simple task of investigating. What she found out made us both laugh out loud! Not the LOL kind of laughter, but the real guffaw kind. You'd be amazed at what a married 30-something professional, with a kid, came up with as reasons as to why he felt the need to ignore me, his only sister.

I refuse to allow this to affect me. It's so silly it's not even worth wasting another breath mentioning it.

The Saddest Movie Ever

2009-11-29T15:48:00.004+08:00

It's in Tamil but damn, for an old film, it's one of the best I've seen from Indian Cinema. It's based on The Godfather so you're torn apart morally and can't decide if the protagonist is a good guy or a bad guy. It's tragic and yet so touching. I cried throughout the whole bloody film. Trust me when I say it's tragic. The hero dies in the end in one of the most "poetic justice" scenes I've ever seen. The scenes are decently choreographed and the dialogue exchanges are poignant and quote-worthy.

It grossed $12 million in the box office and it made it into TIME's top 100 movies along with Lord of the Rings, Schindler's List, Star Wars etc... so you know it's bloody good.

Nayagan (Tamil pronounciation but spelled as Nayakan). Check it out.

I'm still sniffing and blowing my nose :(

I'm Such A Retard

2009-11-28T22:10:00.004+08:00

There I was with Mum, watching Menopause the Musical. At the end, the guy next to me looks at me and smiles. Out of politeness, I smile back and then I look away. He continues to look at me.

Him: Are you Parveen?

Me: Uhm. Yes. (Looks at him quizically)

Him: Parveen Begum?

Me: Yeaaaa.... (By now a million thoughts are running through my mind)

Him: It's me! Justin!

And that's when it hits me. A million thoughts were running through my mind and yet none of them stopped to ponder if I actually knew the dude. It was Justin! My Justin! We were best mates back in secondary school! Same class... same CCA! We were inseparable. There we were, seated right next to each other! What are the odds of that happening?!

But ditzy me could not even recognise him! I looked him in the eye and smiled at him and yet I didn't recognise him. Sigh indeed. I can sense you shaking your head at me. Did we have a good laugh at that... me still smiling at strangers after all these years. Guess some things don't change.

But bloody hell, it was just marvellous to see him again! We literally hugged the air out of each other. I miss him so bloody much. I hate him for leaving the island and for leaving me :( I didn't think I'd ever see him again and there we were... after so long, we sat through an entire musical together, not knowing we were right beside each other.

That can only happen to me.

Even the Strong Do Falter

2009-11-26T22:26:00.003+08:00

Hearing her cry her heart out today was not only a shock to me, but a humbling experience as well. I've always thought of her as a strong individual. Too strong for tears, in fact. It just goes to show that it isn't always about giving your best. What does that matter if your best isn't good enough? You can still fail to meet your own expectations.

I do know that she will pick herself up and move on. She will not allow herself to be judged based on this one moment but rather on how high she bounces back. Now, that is true inspiration.

I'm So Predictable

2009-11-22T23:46:00.004+08:00

I just re-tagged a bunch of my posts... have to differentiate between Them Boys and Deux. Whilst looking through the posts, it struck me that I have the EXACT same title for 2 blog posts - I Won't Let This Build Up Inside Of Me.

It gets freakier. The posts are about the SAME person... mentioning the EXACT same thing.

*cue horror theme* The posts are 3 months apart... to the EXACT SAME date!

I shit you not, dearest readers.

Check it out, if you refuse to believe me. CLICK.... and then... CLICK...

Or... I just need new material. Heh.

I Won't Let This Build Up Inside Of Me

2009-11-18T23:31:00.001+08:00

I got it bad. I've been playing the songs he used to sing to me, on repeat, the whole day.

Daddy's Girl?

2009-11-14T22:57:00.003+08:00

Mummy found a photograph of me in my dad's wallet. *giggles*

There were laminated photographs of the brothers around the house and in Daddy's shop la...

BUT, but who's the one in the wallet, which is carried around daily? MEEEEE!!!!

Subject Transfer

2009-11-13T10:06:00.002+08:00

Anything concerning my dad's condition will be updated in my other blog. Find it yourself. This blog will not be neglected though.

Do You Have the Time to Listen to Me Whine?

2009-11-05T22:12:00.005+08:00

I decided to go back to school today and it was a bad decision indeed. Nothing was done during my absence! I thought since the GO called me repeatedly while I was at the hospital, they surely must be aware of the situation and would at the very least cover some of my duties for me. Alas, I was mistaken. I returned to school only to find my desk cluttered with consent forms, notes and what nots. It took me 4 periods to organise that mess.

I am so frustrated! I overhead some of them complaining that my result slips were incomplete and that they were not signed. How the hell can I sign the slips if they're given out when I'm not in school? I do have a co-form don't I? MY DAD'S IN THE HOSPITAL! HE HAD A STROKE! HAVE SOME COMPASSION, YOU ASSHOLES.

Only the attendance was not keyed in; everything else was done the week before. Is it too much of a hassle to do that for me? I can't believe how many people from school bugged me concerning the keying in of attendance!! Of course when they first answered they were all like, "Oh how's your dad?" Then, "By the way, you've not keyed in your attendance." *hurls curse words* And you ask me why I'm unhappy. I leave my dad to go to school and have to deal with all of that. Like, wow, major calamity - no attendance on the results slip. I hate it when I'm frustrated, I get so incoherent.

I'm amazed really, at the lack of compassion and understanding. Or could it be that they just don't care?