twentyfourthofapriltwothousandandeight.

recently i have been hearing stories about people getting into trouble cause of what they post on their blogs. i never could, still dont, will never, and dont ever intend to, understand WHY. why get punished for airing own opinions on own spaces? strange how complaining about the service of a particular shop, restaurant or quality of a product would get them rendering better services or producing better products but doing so about a school you're studying in, or like a company you're working in would get your panties up on fire. look, like it or not, all you companies and schools out there, good, bad, famous, infamous, big, small or medium sized for that matter, you dont rock everyone's socks. so LEARN to be open to opinions. why should there be a difference between dealing with employees/students and consumers/the public? even if there are vulgarities here and there, mention of names, take it in your stride. you're not perfect. noone is. unless you are.......david tao..justin timberlake..catherine moennig..keira knightley..johnny depp..tanya chua..chen hao..i shall not go on..in MY eyes. punishing people for verbalizing their thoughts (shiety or not) in their own spaces is totally UNCOOL. and, if the public hears about it, (and they will cause word of mouth is an amazing tool.) you'd get slapped right back in the face. i mean you do know, theres something called karma. so perhaps instead of being all mean and narrowminded, open your heart, ears, nose, eyes, mouth, wallet, bag, door, and whatever other things you can open, to criticisms and just improve. that is definitely the better way out.

HOTTIE MOMMA PANTIES MARIE IS COMING BACK IN MAY!!!!!! scream and shout and make alota noise everybody!!! i hope her hottie baby zoe is coming back too! :D such excitables vegetables!!! *GRINSSS*

fifteenthofapriltwothousandandeight.

i met jane for dinner on friday and we wanted to head somewhere which'd have food without carbo. heres part of the deciding process for the location.

of course in the end we didnt go to harvey norman for dinner. instead, we went to this new japanese restaurant called shokudo. shokudo is actually that marche style japo place. but the one we went to was the japanese pasta and pizza place! its located at city link. next to asian kitchen. there is also one which just opened at orchard cineleisure.

the food there is to die for.

sometimes jane can look really like the tweety bird gramms. you guys think?

then again who am i to speak when i look like strawberry shortcake :(

so heres what we ordered. cream of mushroom,

which looked like cappuccino. jane thought it tasted weird. but i thought it was pretty good. she concluded that cause it looks like cappuccino, your brain kinda thinks that what your tongue's gonna taste'd be cappuccino, yet it doesnt come out tasting like cappuccino, hence the weirdness. in my opinion, jane just has a weird brain.

the cabbage and bacon creamy miso soup, which is simply aweeeeesome. i LOVED IT TO THE MAXIMUM. highlight of the dinner :)

asparagus and fish roe pizza, also really yummy. but i thought the portion should have been bigger for the price.

and last but not least.. some.. chicken with seaweed thingie. which tasted ooooh so delicious too.

so much for no carbo.

:(

thanks to the lack of shopping cause of work, i have recently been displaying very bad shopping conduct. someone should kill me for having such distasteful choice of apparals. im sure jo'd do the honour without having me say so. but i should be forgiven. for i am experiencing the just-start-work-hence-no-time-to-shop-hence-
impulsively-buying-things-during-lunch-hour-syndrome. jane said id eventually grow out of it. i hope it happens soon. the hole in my pocket's already enormous nuff :(

tenthofapriltwothousandandeight.

today is wan ping's birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY :) her birthday falls on the same day as her husband, and her little girl's birthday's 3 days before. how cool's that?! now who EVER said people of the same horoscope cant get along?!

for those of you who do not know her yet, here she is!

she is my oh so nice colleague :) who also happens to be the owner of THIS tummy, and.................

the little cutsie inside! LOOK at that belly! she is like oh SO SO pregnant. will you believe that tiny woman you just saw above, is the one who owns this oh so PREGNANT TUMMY?! that there is only but ONE BABY in there?! that shes due only at the end of may?! :| i certainly do not. im so sure that when she pops, she'd be in for a surprise. triplets. oh yay. triple the fun.


in more office news, when they say you learn at work..you LEARN at work. THIS, is a picture of annabelle and myself (sorry for the horrid photo taking skills) at work, next to a ginormous roll of bubble wrap.

lesson learnt? bubble wraps are STATIC FILLED! *applause*

and here are some pictures of my desk. stop yawning.

camille's blog.

i was once hooked onto a blog, by this girl called camille. until she stopped blogging in July 2006. i decided to check on her blog again today to try my luck but to no avail. so i decided to add a comment on her blog. low and behold she commented back on one of my other blogs. heh. and i found out that she has yet another blog! she doesnt write in this new one as much as she used to in the other, but its good nuff for me to know that shes blogging again :) i am happy. hope all's well with you camille! *smiles*

sixthofapriltwothousandandeight.

i was being a facebook whore over the weekend when i found THESE horrrror filled pictures!O.O

what an ideal location. to place me right behind a teacher who has the same face shape and hair as me. if not for the outfit, i swear i would have had difficulties finding my oh so cute self. THANK YOU MY DEAR FRIENDS for still being MY FRIENDS despite my shameful past.

then again look at jo. i think she should be thanking me too. HAHAHA. JO AND HER SCORPION FRINGE. her reason? rebonding hadnt been invented at that point in time. yes yes, blame it on technology.

seems like the drastic change is also apparent in her spelling. but indeed the funny duckling has evolved into a pretty white swan. THIS, is to do her justice :)

this is us giving 张老师 a surprise birthday party in the canteen. arent we sweet. among the so many teachers that 4 hope(less) made cry, i believe this is the one time a teacher cried from happiness :) we werent that bad really. just a tad bit more mischievous than the special girls but we're really quite lovable. REALLY! *blink blink* at least we know we made an impact on our teachers' lives (whether its a good or bad one is not the point)........ RIGHT? and to set the records straight.. there were (quite a number of) teachers who loved us OKAY.

i cant help it but....of EVERYONE, i HAVE to mention one person.... MARIE BOEY LI HUEY! look at that little monkey (she called herself that upon seeing that class picture on FB so no im not mean!) at the top left hand corner of the first picture?! (she is the 2nd one from the left) and compare that with THIS PSSSSSSSTTT PIPING HOT MOMMA and her oh so good looking little offspring *smiles*

3 words: OH MY GAWD.

arent we all glad we did a pretty decent job growing up. I MISS ST NICKS! :(

谢谢校长 for letting us attend social etiquette classes. *bow*

thirdofapriltwothousandandeight.

This week has been horrifying. i swear if not for some little lucky star somewhere in the sky, i would be dead by now. then again perhaps dying isnt even that bad a thing. grrrr.

to add to my "series of unfortunate events", sorethroat and fever decided to pay me a visit. without prior warning. seriously, what happened to both your manners? urgh. thank godness they're kinda leaving after some very severe chasing away. SHOO SHOO! physical shiets aside, you have got no idea just how many busses ive missed this week. and its the ooh about to cross the road! ooh gona be late! OOH I JUST YAN ZHENG ZHENG SAW THE DAMN BUS COME AND LEAVE kinda thing okay. let's not start harping on the smaller things in life. booohooo.

of which, i made a very sad discovery (either that or im just in denial). you see, the only full length mirrors which i come across when at work, are the lifts. and they make me look really OBESE. not that im like thin la. just that i will leave home satisfied with the way i look, but the darn lift mirrors will make me wonder "gobese ng, what in any frame of mind, made you decide you can even take one step out of the house looking oh so... OBESE?!" until i noticed that this was happening on a daily basis. so now im just gonna conclude that the fault lies with the lifts. i have since been trying to prevent myself from looking at the lift doors while waiting for the lift to arrive.

last night, lian hui suddenly called me. i use the term suddenly cause i havent heard from her since about.....457549 years ago.

me: AH LIAN!

LH: ehh. where are you now?

me: at home lor.

LH: ok dont freak out but.. guess who i just saw.

me: OMG WHO.

LH: i just saw........... tao zhe.

me: *SCREAMS AND JUMPS AROUND THE ROOM* for some strange reason the first thought that came to my mind was "oh shit my hair is so ugly now! how! quick blow dry properly!" :

me: ohmigoosh!!! what the hell!! where the hell are you now?!

LH: at The Cathay! if you want hurry come down now. The Cathay is not that huge. I'm sure we can find him again.

me: cannot la my hair is damn ugly now! :

LH: hes with a girl leh! OMG and they (friends) saw him holding her hand!

me: eee. girlfriend ah. how does she look!? pretty or not.

LH: shes damn skinny la.

me: her boops MUST be big. he likes boopie women.

LH: no leh. not big lor. but shes very tall and thin.

bleady shiet. go and say like boopie women and make me and dear bestie hopeful for nothing. *big sigh*

Dear friends. and random people. or noone. since noone reads my blog.

Here's an update:

I went for steps class at the gym yesterday (yes despite a sprained left ankle and black eye.) and got myself a twisted right ankle to add on to my poor bodeh :(

I NEED TLC :(

A Colourful Day.

its a dreadful monday and not only am i having the monday blues, i have a black eye (yes the orh bak kak kind), and a red left ankle. ooh what a colorful day.

saturday was going back to st nicks day. i have SO MUCH to blog about that but will do so when i have the pictures to put up. to cut a long story short, i really miss my second home! *wails* i miss xiao zhang, orange bowl, the gymnasium, spectator stand, sports' day, valentine's day, miss choo, the balcony, the red bridge, father barre, the hall.. canteen food, the school bell (and the countless belles. *grin*) :( , marie and her bung days... (oops!) and many many more. i will blog about it in another entry. meanwhile people can visit www.blinkymummy.blogspot.com for a beautiful trip down memory lane. 圣尼格拉我永远爱你!!!

anyways so, there we were; friends and i, in the st nicks gym.. jumping on the trampoline, allowing nostalgic thoughts about SN to bounce along in our heads, when someone suggested "LET'S PLAY DOG AND BONE!" just like we did in secondary school. for the sake of people who don't know what dog and bone is, ok i tried typing out how its played and trust me you would NOT be interested to read it. anyways, so from dog and bone it somehow evolved to rugby. our ball, was a water bottle. so there we were, a group of 10 girls, holding on to the water bottle for our dear lives. for some reason, we started spinning around in circles from one end of the area to the other.

and so came yet another spin-about. whooooooowheeeeeee.. *BANGG!!* someone's head collided into my eyebrow bone. OOOOOOUUUCCCCCCCCHHHHH! but my wonderful sportsmanship got me playing on till that round was over. area above the left eye started to swell and turn red. "ahh! i think my eye cant open fully. oh no im gonna go blind helpppp meee!!!" that went through my head cause i thought it'd be too loserly to verbalize it. Jane accompanied me to the toilet (sorry to sidetrack but: ooh i miss that gym toilet. its so different now! there are like dressing rooms in there!) while huijing went to get me some ice.

my team didnt win that round.

boooohoooo my left eye is swollen and black.

as if this isnt bad nuff for oh so vain me. i left home this morning, in those (!#$%^&*) black shoes which always cause me to sprain my ankle but in my black eye state of mind, i decided to wear it. yet AGAIN. i dont ever learn do i. yes i dont. rushing outa the side gate, first step out, and voila. sprained it. OOOUUUUCCCCCCHHH. i cried :( got a shock. limped right back home and changed to flats. limped to work without being late. kudos to me.

boooohooo my left ankle is swollen and red.

first thing i did when i went to work, email everyone to inform them of my injuries to save myself the embarrassment :(

left side oh left side. please be kinder to yourself and not hurt any other part of yourself anymore. right side oh right side. do stay strong for left side's sake.

omigootness i havent been blogging. not like i have any avid readers but reading kerlie's blog inspired me to blog again :) kudos to you kerlie!

i have FINALLY found a JOB! :D my workplace is at novena square. kerlie's having some attachment thing at TTSH and we have been trying to meet for lunch but in vain. her indecisive lecturers are always shuffling tutorial timings around! shame on you kerlie's lecturer! and accompanied with the very rigid lunch hour (yes i stress that its only but one lonesome hour nothing more.) i have, we have not met even once :(

now i shall give everyone random information about my office:

it is very cold. VERY.

i have my favourite starbucks mug sitting on the table, which id love to keep permanently filled with milo but i cant cause i need to go on a diet and oh so adorable milo happens to be go-on-a-diet unfriendly :(

the office has ALOT of courier boxes. and envelopes for that matter.

i have a spare pair of heels next to my chair and a lady bug back hitter used for my very weak and constantly painful lower back.

there are toblerone and cadbury chocolates in the fridge.

our toilet keys cost 41++ dollars.

yup so thats about all the random information i have to give thus far. will update with more in time to come!

Im still in office at 7pm because i am waiting for Jo to come and meet me. we are meeting for the second day in a row at the exact same place which is NOVENA SQUARE. why? cause i am nice and accomodating.

ooh tomorrow is ST NICHOLAS GIRLS' SCHOOL'S 75th anniversary! woooooohoooo! how coolios is that maan! *smiles and grins* boy am i excited. i wish wish wish that xiao zhang will be there.

Welcome...to the streets of Hong Kong.

Walking in the Hong Kong streets should really become one of the tests used for NIE training if the Ministry of Education are opened to suggestions. Since the most important quality a teacher should possess i have come to learn, is, patience.

Paying these streets a visit again after half a year (and being here for the hmm..5627th time) didnt stop my red juices from sky rocketing (for the 5627th time). To think i thought the cooling weather would somewhat lower the temperature of my blood. Like people, my bag is not invisible. nor invincible for that matter. I am also (sadly) not so thin nor (thankfully) so short, that you dont see me, or, that i occupy a space only big enough to accomodate one size 2 foot apparal. so please quit pushing and shoving. Taking the MTR at peak hours is indeed a washing machine experience. I mean seriously, if i needed such an experience i can always just squeeze myself into the one i have at home. at least i'd come out smelling nice and feeling clean.

This aside, i'm sure teachers in training would love to have an exam taken in Hong Kong. The dong nai chas, nooi yan gaii and Prada (yes you didnt get me wrong.) P R A D A warehouse, would make it all worth it. A certain Miss T i know (quit guessing all of you. Miss T stands for Miss Teacher. Yes. Simple as that.) would certainly not mind. Throw in a night out with Louis Koo to attract more people to choose the Shaping Lives and Moulding Minds career path. There. I've even thought up the advertising campaign.

if you dont mean shit, dont expect yo shit to be taken. sometimes people have to realise where they stand. like, dont climb tree if you're oversized. uhm, oversized tree climber = you may fall off? sorry. i did mean. you WILL fall off. or, dont be a tornado chaser if you're undersized. undersized tornado chaser = you WILL get blown off your feet. pun intended. if you think you can ACT like my mother just cause you LOOK the age of my mother, you should slap yourself (don't make me do it i might get the urge to chop off that hand.) awake, and realise that the closest you can ever get to the MOther category is really just in the SOUND of the name. hell yea you ARE a mo fo biatch. i dont think anyone'd need the long-form of that yo? oh then again you might say, "excuse me im your superior." you know, just to wake you up a little, your position isnt something you should be that proud of given your age.

so YOU, dont tell me how to dress when you look like a cow dolled in 5 seasons ago clothes from some warehouse sale which obviously didnt sell the originals. dont flare your nostrils when you talk to me cause it just makes me think that perhaps a person's flared nostrils are proportional to their physical size. dont touch me in an attempt to get a message across you filthy dirt, cause it'd just make me want to chop/slice off that part of my body.

LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE.

Invi(r)gi(n)lations.

So, exams have started and poor relief teacher miss goldie ng, is also involved in the invigilation thingie. Worst thing is, the urge of wanting to rid my body off dirty toxins always seem to come during invigilation. Id like to attribute that to the time of day. Gawd.

For some reason, I switch into TEACHER MODE whenever I go to school. Id attribute THIS, to the recent unleashing of my inner teacher being. My eyes become smaller, I look at people using the sides of my them more, I fold my arms across my chest and uhm. speak with a LOW STERN voice. A little frown would surface every time a student asks a question. So there I was. At my first invigilation. ever. Distributing the papers while giving the don’t-you-dare-mess-with-me look to all the students. “EVERYONE TAKE 5 PIECES OF FOOLSCAP PAPER.” Click clock went my heels as I strutted down the front of the classroom, trying hard not to show that I actually am panicking cause the paper’s due to start at 8am and at 7.58am I was still distributing the foolscap papers. And then. At the 2nd last row of students. Horrors upon horrors. Insufficient foolscap papers. Helpless me, decided to loserly ask a student. “uhm. How many pieces of papers are you each supposed to get?” she shrugged. Gee thanks. “EVERYONE RETURN ME TWO PIECES EACH. EACH PERSON ONLY GETS 3 PIECES. PASS THE REST TO THE FRONT.” I spoke with a huge amount of conviction. Holy smokes. Just as I thought embarrassing moments for the morning has come to a close, I tripped over a table leg. A student stretched his arms out attempting to catch me. I know I should be thankful but seriously young man those two things I am endowed with I’m afraid, are not for grabs. Grrr. Finally at 8.03am, “OK EVERYONE CAN START YOUR PAPERS. ALL EYES ON YOUR OWN PAPERS AH.”

Gawd. Save me.

blogged.

everyone must check out this blog: www.mom2my6pack.blogspot.com. it is H I L A R I O U S. to me at least. some people might not think so. to those people: you have been classified as people who are on a different frequency as me and can hence just not read my blog cause you probably wont understand what im talking about anyways. this is what'd probably be happening:

my blog: oh what an enormormous starwberry!

DFP (read: different frequency person)'s head: Science is interesting!

my blog: it's so red and juicy!

DFP's head: I am not sleeping!

SFPs you get my point ya? SFPs should also get what SFPs stand for.

ooh marie thank you for introducing this hilarious blog to me. it made my butt-hurting-backside-hurting-bum-hurting-ass-hurting day at school so much better. yes my ass hurts cause i think im so heavy that when i sit on the very low quality chair at school, i compress the cushion on the chair AND the little bit of flesh on my butt cheeks so much its really just my bones on plastic. no im not trying to imply that i have a small ass. if anything, im just implying that i have a flat one. which is really rather fugly (read: fuggin ugly/ flat and ugly). ok i shall not go into further detail about my unattractive butt.

work has been. uhm. well. boring. so there. yawn. peas out.

Mr DiYong.

my brother's new name is now DIYONG. cause he is disgusting, disgraceful, disturbing and a diaster.

but i love him all the same. smoochies brother!

NEWS.

ok so i have finally gotten myself a..uhm..job of some sort. its a really noble one at that. one that moulds minds and shapes futures. oooh yes everyone's allowed to roll their eyes mrs sng style. cause i cant stop rolling mine too.

i am a T E A C H E R . *shock shock horror horror shock shock horror*

when i first took it up, every individual i told either went "WHAT?! YOU A TEACHER?!" or like "uhm. i seriously cannot picture you doing the moulding and the shaping thing." some others "eee. the poor students." then there's marie boey "OMG. OMG. OH MY GAWD. thats really all i have to say. OH MY GAWWWD."

gee thanks friends. and then there was my nice ol supportive daddy whom i lovee soo much whom today went "wahh! you really look like a teacher leh! hehehe. " in his daddy talking to his little girl kinda voice accompanied with that wide smile when he came to pick me up from school today :s i really hope 3 days hasnt done so much harm to my looks. GAHH.

i know this is outa point but i just want to tell announce how much i love my daddy! how much i appreciate all that he has done for me. i have been taking him for granted for way too long and am going to try my best to be a nicer daughter from now on :D everyone may forsake me but i know my daddy will never. he hence deserves alot more than what i sometimes give others! :D

may i also add that i just had a nice chat with kerls on msn and am at this moment feeling as happy as a bumble bee finding sweeet nectar :D havent felt this light hearted in awhile!

ok gonna go catch some sleep now. bye!

*drum rolls* KWEK XIAOSHI aka zhang hui mei aka cassendra see aka jean danker aka whatever other people or things she resembles is now the co-owner of a CAFE! *applause applause* ooh that lucky backside. i can only DREAM of having my own for now =( well! in any case, ive FINALLY uploaded all my pictures of our visit to that place and am here to introduce to you..................... FOOD FOR THOUGHT!

the mushroom soup you see is PURELY made of MUSHROOMS. no im no bimbo. so dont roll your eyes and go "duh. im sure mushroom soups are made of chocolate chips." what i mean is, there's no cream, or whatever fattening sounding thing they usually put in cream of mushrooms in the soup! so its uber healthy. made me feel so happy drinking it =) i'd wanna go on and on about the food and place..but i wouldn't wanna spoil it for you guys! check it out on www.foodforthought.com.sg and THEN most importantly, go to the cafe itself!

and now for the pretty bunch of friends that made the cafe that much more attractive. To Jane: satisfied? oh yea i elongated the picture a little to make you love me even more! QUICK! say im the hottest friend you have!!!

forgive me everyone. the arranging of the pictures drove me kinda kookoo. more pictures coming up! ooh these colourful snapshots makes my blog so much LIVELIER! happiness =)

its often said that misery aint determined by appearances. but if it hurts enough the appearances cant be hidden no? then again that depends on the kinda person one is. people who know me, would know that when shit happens, it's kinda written all over my face. or my entire physical being for that matter. only good thing that comes outa it is..that i get closer to that 48kg mark! (which is NEVER attainable no matter how miserable i am may i add =s) so when at some point in time..shit happens..and the tears dont fall..when its not about screaming silence but about not trying to scream at all..and people say im strong when i know im not..it makes me wonder if it's cause it doesnt matter as much to me as it does another person who's been through the same shit.

yet..i do love my mom. i miss her. so much.

Famous people and brollies.

i now have channel 51 playing right in front of me. its a certain actor-host-singer wannabe-ed*s*n ch*n making a complete fool of himself. oops. did i just imply that this certain someone's a guy? i did mean..making a fool of ITself. just to..maintain suspense..id leave it to you guys to guess the sex of this certain somebody. and THEN, following that mtv, is one of rihanna singing her overplayed-though-its-nice, not-so-new single; umbrella. i heard a remix that day which had some other male singer go "i want you to be my cinderella ella ella ella eh eh eh.." like..errm ok good attempt but..=s oh and i did hear that she has a new line of..uhm..yea no points for guessing, BROLLIES for sale. hawhawhaw. it comes in three colors if im not wrong. pink, white, and the ever-so-famous lead brolly of the mtv, black.

speaking of brollies, zhuo peiyi very kindly lent me a very cool black one. just that instead of the word RIHANNA or.. UMBRELLA for that matter on it, was the word NTUC FAIRPRICE. why why of course im proud of our local supermarket. just that that umbrella was rather uncoperative. as kok as the lender may i add.

"hello! ok where do you want to go for lunch? can we go budget? something cheap. cine foodcourt?" goldie said waving rather excitedly.

"wait can you help me hold the umbrella?" peiyi said with a pretty grin as she closed it.

"sure!" goldie replied with an equally pretty smile with a pinch of suger added to it. (aw come on. let me imagine im pretty and sweet for once will ya.)

"AH!" goldie exclaimed.
well you see, with the brolly facing down, it BURST open. (yes i did mean BURST in every sense of the word.) forcing peiyi to jump to her right.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. OOPS i forgot to tell you there's something wrong with this umbrella." peiyi laughed heartily.

"grrrrrr." goldie growled as she lifted the brolly wanting to close it.

"AHHH!" peiyi's skirt came up with the brolly.

MUAHAHAHA. RETRIBUTION FATTEH!