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A 26yr old female whose brain is powered by caffeine; without its main fuel source it has a working speed slower than that of a slug. That aside, she wishes she could grow a teeny weeny bit (read: a lot) taller and constantly whines about her weight. Enjoys devising novel ways to traumatise people with her bludders. Oh, and she is rather antisocial.
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But while I was happily slogging my life out in my lab last year for my Hons project, my project supervisor just had to introduce me to beer. Thanks leh, Peter. Thanks for asking me if I've ever drunk beer before. Thanks for handing me that first bottle of beer. Thanks for getting me hooked on beer. Now, beer fills my thoughts every single waking moment. Every trip to the supermarket or convenience store will inevitably end up with me staring at that aisle of beer, and resisting the temptation to grab a bottle; and when I fail that miserably, beg my mum (or Aihuat) to pay for it.
I'm so friggin' pathetic.
You may wonder, what's so good about beer?
I can't describe its goodness in detail, but seriously, nothing can beat that feeling you get when you drink beer on a hot summer's day, and feeling its smoothness sliding down your throat... it's that feeling that makes you go oooooooooohhhhhhhh~
Since I'm relatively new to the joys of beer-drinking, I do not really know yet which brands of beer are nice and which aren't. So I tend to try whichever beer is available and keep in mind those that I like (for future consumption). Back in Adelaide, I've only tried Cascade Premium, Hahn's, Coopers, Hoegaarden and Stella Artois. Of which, I like Hahn's the most... it was the beer that got me and my lab mate silent for a moment after drinking, enjoying its smooth descent down the throat, and then saying to each other, "That was good, yeah?"
Ooh yeah~
I thought that I'll be able to enjoy beer in Singapore also, but damnit, that was not to be. First, I'm broke with a capital B-R-O-K-E. Second, my mum isn't exactly pleased to find out about my newfound
P/S: I admit I must sound like some alcoholic, but I'm not. Really. I only think of beer because I can't drink it. Really.
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Argh, the horror.
Anyway, I had initially wanted to write about my brother's (traumatic) passing-out parade, but I don't think anyone would like to read about how my brother acted as a drag queen in his skit or how I could not find any handsome guys to beo. Other stuff that I want to write about but are unlikely to be ever written include:
-how the whole world keeps asking me if I have found a job every single friggin' day
-how my brother bugs me about getting him a credit card once I'm employed
- how all the job listings want only nurses/people with PhDs/people with at least 5 years of work experience
- how the only possible way I can get to Adelaide to attend my graduation ceremony in April is to swim there
Plus I have this hell of a headache now that goes thump-thump-thump in my head, as if some demented blacksmith is hammering my brain due to chronic lack of sleep. So I'm gonna pop that Panadol and catch up on my sleep now.
Meanwhile, if you're bored, you can check this blog out - it's rather interesting: http://lengmou.blogspot.com
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I was disappointed when neither the lady manning the ticket stall nor the usher asked me for my IC to show that I'm above 21. Which means I look my age. Shit.
After a few minutes of
Lee Ang will probably faint if he reads this.
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theres this strange company that asked for my resume.. when i check its website it;s a finance company and i dont think it's a respectable one
elaine says:
WTH
kenny says:
Ah?
kenny says:
how come all of a sudden
elaine says:
i have this job account, my resume details is available to employers
kenny says:
PRO
elaine says:
seriously sad.. when the only company that seems to want to employ me is those strange kind
elaine says:
i dont even think its a proper job, i think it's a scam
kenny says:
u sure?
elaine says:
im sure, u can see their website *removed to protect identity of said company*
kenny says:
dun look very pro
kenny says:
the website
elaine says:
it's bad i tell u, look at their career section, it's not even a proper career
elaine says:
its like they offer u 'training'
kenny says:
:s
elaine says:
Y CANT I GET A PROPER JOB OFFER
elaine says:
DAMNIT
kenny says:
:s
elaine says:
argh
elaine says:
really a serious shortage of jobs.. think worse when u're back in jul
elaine says:
when the poly grads come out from poly also
kenny says:
zz
elaine says:
SIAN
kenny says:
slowly bah
elaine says:
and aihuat wants to get a flat ASAP
elaine says:
cos his rental flat's gonna be taken back by then
elaine says:
by 2007
elaine says:
so we gotta apply for a flat
kenny says:
har
kenny says:
so when marry
elaine says:
marrying for the sake of a flat isnt a gd thing rite
kenny says:
i dunno leh
kenny says:
sometimes
elaine says:
i dunno seriously
kenny says:
u might put it that way
kenny says:
but then again..
kenny says:
when then will u wanna marry
kenny says:
i guess ur already committed to him..
kenny says:
its just a matter of time
kenny says:
where all the other pleasantries fall into place
elaine says:
true.. but im not really sure if this is gd.. like kinda rushed
elaine says:
im still jobless, and i have a debt to repay, now if we apply for a flat we gotta get that downpayment also though aihuat said his parents will pay that
elaine says:
but then what abt the rest of the payment?
elaine says:
kauz
elaine says:
sure quarrel over money one if we get married nw just to get a flat
kenny says:
:s
kenny says:
it is abit rush for the sake of the flat
kenny says:
but
kenny says:
make sure everything is clear
elaine says:
i dunno seriously
elaine says:
i noe we'll get married soon
elaine says:
but now theres this huge financial problem
elaine says:
i can foresee myself in debt for the rest of my natural life already
kenny says:
but the fact is all of us get into debts
elaine says:
yeah but i think we gotta settle the financial part first.. if not we'll end up fighting
elaine says:
it's always money that gets couples fighting n killing each other
kenny says:
true'
elaine says:
i dont want any of us to appear on Wanbao or New Paper for the wrong reason
kenny says:
lol
elaine says:
(-_-")
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Aihuat told me today that his rental flat will be taken back in 2007 and be demolished (I think to build more condos, dammit). So he needs to get a HDB flat by then. That was when he asked me if it's OK for us to apply for a flat.
Seriously, part of me wants to scream 'YES' - well, we've been together for 8 years, you know. 8 years. It's a pretty long time, though I know that the quality of relationships can't be measured by their durations. But I know that someday we'll spend the rest of our lives together (Ok, fine, I know that sounds mushy, I take that back). I really pity him, actually, having to face me everyday for the rest of his life.
But the other part of me was still unsure about the whole thing. Not that I doubt his feelings or anything, but I felt that the whole thing was kinda rushed. I'm still unemployed, and from the looks of the current situation, I doubt I can find a proper job anytime soon (though I'm still trying my best). I have a 20K debt that I still need to repay. I have two aging parents that I need to support. As you can see, my future doesn't look very rosy right now.
If we get a flat, we'll need approximately 250K. $250000. That's a quarter of a million. Aihuat's parents have indicated that they'll fork out money to pay the 1st instalment, but otherwise we're on our own. To add on to this flat problem, we have to get furniture and electrical equipment. Great. This means we'll be in debt for the rest of our natural lives.
So now, I've got to try and sort out my financial problems. I've got to find a job quickly. I know some of you have suggested getting a temp job. I've thought of that, too. But I'll have to see how it goes.
Right now, I just need a quiet place to think. Damn this whole mess.
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Friends will offer you a helping hand in times of need; lend you a listening ear when you need to get something off your chest; offer you support when you're down and out.
But what differentiates between friends and true friends?
True friends are those who will not only offer you help in times of need, but also actually go about doing it, all the way.
True friends are those who offer you help and expect nothing from you in return.
True friends are those who are happy for you if you've made great achievements, even if you surpass them.
True friends are those who do not bitch about you behind your back. No matter how small, how trivial the topic is.
True friends are those whom you may not keep in touch very often, yet still understand you.
I wonder if I have been a true friend to my friends. And how many true friends do I have?
What about you?
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What happens when you have a lot of random thoughts floating around in your mind and you really want to put them down in your blog? What happens is that, you'll end up writing bits of stuff here and there, without any link whatsoever, and end up with a rather abrupt, sometimes senseless post.
Which is why I don't really update my blog often, I guess.
I have a lot of ideas in my head - some childish, some idiotic, others kinda strange and even macabre - but I seriously do not know how, and where, to start.
I wanted to write about this particular blogger who recently appeared on TV and has this shocking pink website that makes you go OMG-OMG-THAT-PINK-IS-MAKING-ME-CRAZY-MY-BRAIN-IS-SHUTTING-DOWN-
But I don't see the point of me putting in around 20 minutes of effort to write about her and why I find her totally shallow and bimbotic. Because I think it's all rather obvious, isn't it?
Now, before you start bitching about me for complaining that she's a bimbo and yet I still read her blog, which makes me a hypocrite who's jealous of her, I'll say it first: I admit that I read her blog. Yeah, I do read her blog, once in a couple of weeks when I remember to (and naively believing that I can stand her pink-coloured blog). I mean, it IS entertaining. But I must reiterate that while her blogs are entertaining, it doesn't mean that I agree with her views, ok? Most of her views are, in my opinion, shallow, but hey, those are HER own views. I respect that. People tend to have different views on the same stuff anyway.
But one thing, I'm really impressed with her photoshop skills. Maybe I should start photoshopping all of my photos, too.
Before Photoshop (I prefer to remain anonymous, thank you very much)
After Photoshop
Rightttt.
Since now I'm on the topic of bloggers, there's once particular blogger (if he can even be classified as one) that comes to mind suddenly for no particular reason. He's really a TERROR, actually. I shan't mention his name here, because I think his pastime would be to google his name, and I DON'T want him to google his name and find that I've mentioned him (heaven forbid).
But even in the absence of his name, I'm sure most of you'll know whom I'm talking about. Some clues: He thinks he's the most yummylicious hunk in the whole wide world. He likes to audition for those idol competitions. He likes to strip (that alone, is enough reason for me to dig out my eyes). I think it's pretty obvious whom I'm talking about now, huh? He's none other than *beep*.
So why do I mention him? Could it be (gasp) I have a secret desire to be with him?!
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Dream on, people.
If the entire world were to be devoid of men except for HIM, I'd slit my own throat immediately.
I mention him because, well, mention bloggers and I'd think of him together with that blogger with that pink website. Haha. DON'T ask me why. I said before, I have a lot of funny ideas going on in my mind. I just feel that both of them are quite compatible, actually. Or at least, their blogs are. One's a friggin' shocking YELLOW, and the other's a similarly shocking PINK. (Argh omg, no, not yellow and pink!!! my brain's shutting down again-)
Anyway, a couple of days ago, some joker sent me an email with a link, and I clicked on it happily.
It was a link to that male blogger's 'newest' (I haven't been to his blog to check if he has addded new MVs, and I'm NOT gonna do that. Not today, anyway.) MV, showcasing his new dancing skills to that numa song.
I can only say, it was pretty traumatic.
My hairs stood on end and my brain shut down instantly. Yet I couldn't force my finger to move, to click the mouse to shut that window. You see, I was fascinated in a morbid way. It was like, you know you're disgusted, yet you can't take your eyes off it.
So, you may ask, what's the moral of this post?
There isn't any, actually. Well, maybe just one: Don't click on any links without checking to see where they lead you. You'll never know whether it'll leave you traumatized for life or not.
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1. You wake up at 6.30 in the morning on a friggin' Saturday and start contemplating if you want to pop by the Singapore Idol autition venue to
2. You're armed with a pair of scissors and start looking through every single strand of your hair for split ends.
3. You rent a Chinese drama and watched 15 episodes in a day.
4. Your couch has your body's shape imprinted on it.
5. When you wake up at 6.30 in the morning on a friggin' Sunday and start contemplating if you still want to pop by the Sg Idol audition venue to
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Even the most prolific crapper will run out of inspirations to crap about, had he/she been living the same lifestyle as me: wake up, eat, watch brain-degenerating TV, sleep, eat, watch TV...
That's impossible, you may think. How can anyone run out of topics to crap about? After all, one can always write something about current affairs or even take a leaf out of the people who write to newspaper forums
As for current affairs, I try to keep these and politics out of my blog. It's not that I do not keep track of what's happening in Singapore or around the world. Please lor, I watch news in the morning, afternoon, evening and at night. Four times a day. I'm literally being bombarded with news everyday. But I know that since each of us has a different perception of things, so whatever I express may not be to everyone's liking. And I do not like to write on something unless I've done sufficient background research on it.
So, you may ask, there are so many topics which I try to keep out of my blog, won't it be friggin' boring? Well, I think my blog's just about the most boring blog in the world lor.
But then, I've never said my blog's gonna be interesting, anyway.
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A new day has begun. Shit.
Outside, I can hear vehicles coming and going, buses screeching to a stop at the bus-stops, people - usually women - chatting to each other loudly in dialects and cats meowing.
What a great day. Yeah, right. Great day my arse.
People have begun a new day of their lives, and there I was, lying in bed, not doing anything, literally wasting my life away.
And questions will always pop up in my mind - What do I want? Why am I here? What shall I do next?
Questions, questions, questions - with no answers.
I do not know what I want in life. I do not have a goal. I'm not like other people of my age, who set ambitions and goals that they want to achieve, be it their careers, their marriages, right down to the number of kids they wish to have and which school their kids must study in. I do not believe in setting such goals. Why must we plan everything beforehand? Wny must we let our lives be controlled by timetables? What's the fun in living a life which is dictated by timetables?
Then there's this very zen-ish question. Why am I here? Long ago, I heard someone saying that every person, every living thing exists for a reason. Yeah, right. So why am I here? So far, the only answer I can come up with is, I'm here because I outswam 93284032948302941 sperm and reached the egg first. 'nuff said.
People have been asking me now that I'm back in Singapore, what do I plan to do next? That question never fails to leave me stumped. What do u mean what do I plan to do next? Anyone with common sense would be able to guess that I plan to get a job ASAP and work to my death so that I can pay off my debts, right? Or, do you mean what do I plan to do next in my fantasy? That's easy.
I plan to win TOTO. Yeah, this is it. My super-duper-kickarse-numero-uno plan in life is to win TOTO.
Argh. I'd better stop my ranting here and start on a new day of job search. What a shitty day.
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