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!

cooking mama.

i am proud to announce that i am one step closer to becoming a..housewife. of which..tai tais are a sub branch of..=s i have learnt how to COOK QUITE SOME DISHES! (yes i know tai tais do not COOK. but they STILL need to know HOW to cook before they can teach their foriegn helpers how to do up dishes like abalone, birds' nest and sharksfin no?)

here are some dishes i have whipped up...

1) mushrooms with pork, uhm..carrots, egg and cabbage SOUP! ooh its rather yummaye with RICE or so ive heard =D

2) mushroom and pork porridge which is rather yummaye on its own! or so ive heard! =D

3) 猪扒包 - apparantly the 猪扒 without the 包 is nice too! or so ive heard! =D

4) how can i forget my GOLDENIE FRIED RICE which is an all time favourite may i add! or so ive heard! =D

all created with by own gold-brained recipes may i add! ooh i am quite a cooking mama myself eii? smarties is what i am! =D

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!

ooh happiness. my wonderful Uncle Peter and Auntie Pat from Hong Kong got my brothers and I a WII! wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! One of the most adored present from this rather fruitful Hong Kong trip =D I guess not going to that concert which made me miss a chance of suppering and taking pictures with beloved Hocc was worth it after all =D

sad thing is i didnt manage to get the game i really wanted. its called rabbids party. im sure kerls would love it. actually maybe not. since it really kinda does rabbits injustice (i originally typed "do rabbits injustice" ooh. what a pom mo.) with rabbits looking kinda abnormal. it's SOLD OUT in Hong Kong. sadness. anyone who manages to get one for me, id give you lotsa respect in return. as much as my little pride can give. promise. what i DO have though is cooking mama. my favourite is the tau geh plucking part. my oh my. housewifey side of me surfacing unknowingly. no i do not have a secret flare for plucking real tau gehs. id have everyone know that im the best at peeling potatoes and carrots. lane's best at chopping. my brother on the other hand, at opening cans and stirring. then theres the wii sports. im sucha goodie at bowling. Spare Queen is what everyone can call me. am also a Serena Williams in the making. her sister can just drop dead. i dont like her name. grr. you see, i dont particularly like the Goddess of Love so yea. gawd im sucha sour panties. Vinegar is my middle name i cant help it.

yes. all that chopping, peeling, and occassional playing of tennis and bowling has given me a constant muscleache up my right arm. oh quit laughing all of you. wait till you see my very sexy right arm.

id look vunderful in tolga tops.

What happened today.

Went shopping with Jo today. We got ourselves some self-beautifying body apparals at madly discounted prices. Minus the mad crowd of people in town who were mostly smelly, some uglily dressed, and others indecently faced, who constantly had me wondering if my arm or bag was invisible since they BUMPED into either one at every 10 min intervals of my shopping experience, my shopping was...happy (largely attributed to the outcome of it which included three tops and one pants =D)

I landed myself (involuntarily of course) in a few irritating-Singaporean-moments though. Two to be exact. The first showcased the selfish act of a young woman (who was obviously in denial since she was BOTH uglily dressed AND indecently faced but behaved like she was neither). The second, had a mid-forties woman displaying the TYPICAL Singaporean trait, KIASUISM, who's accompanied by the same horrid traits of being uglily dressed and indecently faced. Why were they BOTH women? read on to find out. Why were they both ugly? God is fair. Why am i implying that women are the more irritating species of the two sexes when i am one myself? erm kill me if you must but yes i am generalizing. (i wont deny i have the amazing capability of being an ultimate bitch at times. cool thing about me is, i dont bother hiding that side of me when its dying to surface. you, you..you and...you, do not judge me. for if you do, i curse that a bird shits on the portion of your face between your right nostril and upper lip tomorrow at 12.37pm and may the stench stay for at least a week. told you i have a female dog side. grrr.)

Ok after being so mean i think i needa pray to ask for forgiveness. After which im gonna go get some beauty sleep so that i can be more beautiful.

Grandom.

Ever wondered how words end up..dictionarified?(there i just came up with a cool word. Collin Cobuild or whoever decides these things, care to include it in the collection?) It probably happens when someone uses a self invented word SO often that people around them start using it due to a lack of capability to come up with something more original or nice sounding. Those people's friends then start using it (due to i-am-a-copycat, or cannot-help-it-but-kena-influenced reasons), their friend's friends and friend's friend's friends too..it spreads to the entire world and becomes so widely used that it becomes a word that ends up in the dictionary!

Just so you know, Grandom = A random thought of a girl by the name of Goldie.

Ooh i hate unhappiness. If only the "un" could be kept in my pocket. boo.

I am craving seafood toufu. But im going to buy Tori Q. Dont ask me why.

The Gingerbread Man on Ellen!

My friend sent me a link to this video and i have to share. The Gingerbread Man (also known as Justin Timberlake) on the Ellen Degeneres show. Oh btw i just learnt that her name was spelt that way. Always thought it was Ellen Degenerous. Dont ask me why. If you have to, question why generous is pronounced as generes and vice versa even though they are spelt so obviously differently. A hip-hop dancing Gingerbread Man has never been hotter. I suspect hes black. Since he dances hip-hop AND sings so well. 2 pats on the back to the baker for burning this cookie! Its a cookie well burnt.

Enjoy it peeps!

Savveh?

Just came back from watching Pirates of the Caribbean. I remember blogging about it last year. Im saying the same thing again. KEIRA KNIGHTLEY IS SO SO SO SO SO GORGEOUS!! i would SO turn gay for her. Muahaha. Ok im lying. But you get the picture. Ooh and JOHNNY DEPP.......*sluuurrrppp* I would SO turn straight for him. Right. mah ooooh mah.

Ok Orlando Bloom's added to complete the Caribbean effect. Fine im lying yet again. Hes dang cute 'swell. Just that he still falls behind the other 2 in Goldie's ranking of beautiful people.

GO WATCH THE SHOW PEEPS. It's YUMMIDEELICOUS! Better than eggplant.

Sporty.

Tennis with Jo on Monday..did not work out again. Why? Cause we decided to go swimming instead. It was decided she would be swimming 10 laps and me, at least 20.

Monday night came. Reached seletar country club. Signed in (some things never change. Jo's handwriting is one of them.) Changed (some things do.) into swimming gear. Jo's costume looked like something which came outa tweety bird's gramm's wardrobe. Mine was....nicer. To make up for it, Jo had cool goggles which had mirror for lenses. Mine were just....normal goggles. We entered the pool with a relatively empty stomach hoping that we might swim faster with less weight.

Our first lap comprised the breadth of the pool. Then, a chatting interval. Then came the second breadth-of-pool lap. Then our second longer-than-the-first chatting interval. Which lasted till the lights of the pool went off.

So there! How fruitful! Tennis, here we come.

Excitement!

OMG i am excited and so i have to SHARE! im here to announce that LANE AND I ARE GAMING CHICAS IN THE MAKING! muahahaha. we're gonna start playing an online game called....uhm. shiate. something estrada..i think..=s its the LATEST MMO GAME TO HIT SINGAPORE AND WE GON BE ONE OF THE FIRST PEOPLE IN THIS LITTLE DOT OF AN ISLAND TO PLAY IT! ooh ooh ooh! it JUST hit Singapore on 17th May 2007! excitement is what im feeling! =D

My horrid life.

Exciting news: the Great Singapore Sale has started.
Bad news: i aint got no moneh to get anything.

Exciting news: am going to mad-shopping-paradise-hong kong.
Bad news: i aint got no moneh to get anything.

Exciting news: best-hairdresser-in-history-hui hui is coming back on 30th May.
Bad news: i aint got no moneh to do mah hair.

Exciting news: miss dont-play-computer-games-goldie wants to get WII to play the rabbit game.
Bad news: i aint got no monii to gettit (yes. both the game and the damn machine).

People (like my pretty friend Jojo) go to alota-nice-clothes-zara to..err get alota nice clothes. I am going there (with my pretty friend Jojo) tomorrow to..refund a dress i bought. OOH WHAT A HORRID LIFE I LEAD.