It's a boiling Saturday, when stepping out felt like stepping into a furnace, literally!!!!
But still I made myself visit 313 cz there's a special event that stirred up my curiosity and excitement at the same time: THE SWAP!!!! The T&Cs is basically you bring some of your pre-loved fashion items (clothes, accessories, shoes, watever) to the event, exchange vouchers and use them to get other equal value finds from others!!! The concept sound familiar? yet I've never atttended any of this kind. So i was eager to see it!!! there I came, the event was held at Sky Terrace, up at level 5 of 313, out of Food republic, outdoor, with greenery and no AC~~~~ As a matter of fact, the heat took its toll. I went there around 3pm, contribute my clothes and all, didnt really qualify the stock available on the racks behind me. Soon, I realised that's the biggest mistake of the day.
After let go the good dear Carlo Rino white bag that I like but never use, my dear brogue that I adore but almost torn, and several pieces that I cherish but dont fit me well at all. Oh yea, and I gotta say goodbye to the Everbest pair of black pumps as well, coz they hurt and not my age to the least. Actually I dont even understand why i bought them in the first place. Getting rid of them was sad but It's the first step to decluttering my closet, or else someday it would drive me nuts.
So I instantly felt lighter after receiving the vouchers of mid-priced and best value from the assistant. Then I headed to the flea market at Scape. Well, that was massive. It extended from the basement to the small trail leading to the mall. Stalls were everywhere, all over. Racks of clothes, tables of accessories and bags and shoes lying on the floor recklessly. It smelled just like a Flea market. Everything was hot, hot and HOT!!! My list include cardigan, a nice bag and great shorts, some tees if they were nice enough. I wandered around for more than 1 hour, came across plenty of nice items, but my meticulous consideration held me back, of the funky purple over size bag from The EXotic twin sisters; the leopard print sheer jacket from the the-blackbeauty; the cute cream fur sling bag at the antique stall; the super cool $12 studded x zipped white cardigan at the front stall; and many more. I didnt get any of them... *sigh* coz what I wanted now is to simplify my life, not to complicate it with excessive unnecessary things. Thus I just left them all behind with pity, promise myself that someday I'm gonna make a lot of money to buy anything I like...
Back to the Green'n'Gorgeous event at sharp 5, I was a bit surprised that not many people participating this. The line was pretty short, and some girls were still contributing their few pieces of watsoever. Then I could truly experience the heat when the number of guests increased. There were two Indonesians, I guess, picked almost all of my items, which made me feel blissful, that my taste was liked by others, more than alot. On my side, I hardly be able to select any, coz the choice was kinda limited. Most items were for women my mom's age, and they were all size L. In the middle of utter boredom, I found a green AE top, an adorable pair of shorts in orange shade, and another feminine green top from Mango, and a cuff with purple sparkling stones. I though that should be enough, bringing too many home would create the same dilemma again. The event had some tiny cupcakes for refreshment. There were around 6-7 kinds, but just tasted plain same and boring. Couldnt bear the speaker from The Face Shop with her utmost dull show, I checked out to proceed to other venues on my list. I was quite happy with what I found already though. And the goodie bag they gave us was kinda cute too, with an organic soap, a recycle small bag, magazine and a bottle of water.
My next location was The Cathay, I wanted to find Catalog mag so I walked around trying to find the distributor. Fortunately enough, I had a chance to observe a moment of rare and juicy odd: One piece of rubber slipper was stuck in the escalator, stretched in a funny way but not as hilarious as the owner's face. The escalator was stopped in order to remove the stupid piece, I bet the guy must feel extremely humiliated when groups of people passing buy, pointed and giggled, and even took photos of it, like I did =))). Poor the fat kid!!!!Even his friend suggested my, do you wanna take photo of the victim?=))))
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
you'll never know
That I wish we had never met, so that those hurtful words you said would have not given me pains like they are now...
Forever, i'll remember that sound of the slamming door shut behind me, with all of your fieriness and agony, leaving me choked. If only there were other ways to say goodbye than this...
Forever, i'll remember that sound of the slamming door shut behind me, with all of your fieriness and agony, leaving me choked. If only there were other ways to say goodbye than this...
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
She must be crazy!!!
Geeeezzzzzz!!!! THAT HURT DEADLY!!!!
Yea, I dnt even understand myself how could i go out without wearing sneakers, I should have, I should have never exposed any part of my skin to the world, so that people could not have stomped on my foot, made it bled and then swollen like a strawberry NOW!!!!!
I just wanted to check out the drift store in Waterloo street. And It had appeared to be a huge disappointment to me already! I wanted to look around Haji Lane and also ended up with only a mere merchandise. So did I deserve to get this injury on the way back?
I know it's got to do with the increasing crowd of passenger in every single trip I take recently. It has gone on the news, in anybody's mind that this is not good, but why anyone, BUT me had to be suffered from the scenario of this over-population drawback?
I met Adrian and his girlfriend at City Hall station and couldnt continue conversing with them just because of this airhead woman who dared to put on such sharp killing high heels and didnt have control nor confidence over wearing. I was unfortunate enough to be the one standing next to her, and when the god damn train sped up, she just indeliberately gave me a god know how disastrous painful bloody hole on my left foot and rambling something like apologies. I wish at that moment I could have glare at her and stress any single word of this: If Sorry can solve anything, why would we need policeman?
And I gotta get off at Dhoby Ghaut, for i couldnt balance myself with only one leg any longer. I sat there, and burst into tears for my weak hesitancy!!! I lost my voice and my very right to protect myself over this world. I felt pathetic and dispaired, for I couldnt handle well such small matter, how could i become a cool and charming woman like Ra Im ( from Secret Garden). I was weeping for a while, ignorant of people staring at me and entertainment (geeez, how I hate gossips). And so I decided to go home, coz my face had turned so red, i I had continued, i would have burned it. Chilled myself with a pack of yogurt, I went up to seek comfort from Secret garden. It did well and really took away my pain, literally, for the time being. But when i went back to bed, the flaming agony heated me up again +_____+ If only I could break all high heels in this world apart and throw back to their producers, saying that "Now try yourself how sharp this could be a human weapon, thank you very much!!!!"
Yea, I dnt even understand myself how could i go out without wearing sneakers, I should have, I should have never exposed any part of my skin to the world, so that people could not have stomped on my foot, made it bled and then swollen like a strawberry NOW!!!!!
I just wanted to check out the drift store in Waterloo street. And It had appeared to be a huge disappointment to me already! I wanted to look around Haji Lane and also ended up with only a mere merchandise. So did I deserve to get this injury on the way back?
I know it's got to do with the increasing crowd of passenger in every single trip I take recently. It has gone on the news, in anybody's mind that this is not good, but why anyone, BUT me had to be suffered from the scenario of this over-population drawback?
I met Adrian and his girlfriend at City Hall station and couldnt continue conversing with them just because of this airhead woman who dared to put on such sharp killing high heels and didnt have control nor confidence over wearing. I was unfortunate enough to be the one standing next to her, and when the god damn train sped up, she just indeliberately gave me a god know how disastrous painful bloody hole on my left foot and rambling something like apologies. I wish at that moment I could have glare at her and stress any single word of this: If Sorry can solve anything, why would we need policeman?
And I gotta get off at Dhoby Ghaut, for i couldnt balance myself with only one leg any longer. I sat there, and burst into tears for my weak hesitancy!!! I lost my voice and my very right to protect myself over this world. I felt pathetic and dispaired, for I couldnt handle well such small matter, how could i become a cool and charming woman like Ra Im ( from Secret Garden). I was weeping for a while, ignorant of people staring at me and entertainment (geeez, how I hate gossips). And so I decided to go home, coz my face had turned so red, i I had continued, i would have burned it. Chilled myself with a pack of yogurt, I went up to seek comfort from Secret garden. It did well and really took away my pain, literally, for the time being. But when i went back to bed, the flaming agony heated me up again +_____+ If only I could break all high heels in this world apart and throw back to their producers, saying that "Now try yourself how sharp this could be a human weapon, thank you very much!!!!"
Monday, March 7, 2011
Monday of kindness and confectionery
My day started off by deciding not going to school but directly to Chancerlodge in Sims Ave. Initially, I didnt have a clue where was the place, just knew that bus 21 could bring me there. Thus, i got off from Novena and waiting for 21. I came across this very cute penguin printed tee, but it's too oversized, i dropped it.
11 stops sounded pretty far, but actually I got to the place only around 15 mins. It's a hot sunny day. And for my skin's condition sake, i gotta put on long sleeves and trousers which made me perspirated like hell. Mind you, I managed to get there with no sweat. There was this little detail that entertained my mind during the journey: a lady with her sense of style from her bag, which made of tiny bits of plastic gathered together like a piece of lego; and her plastic sneakers with plenty of small holes and no strings attached to them. So far that's the most innovative pair of sneakers/slippers I've ever seen. I dnt know the brand but they're kinda like a modification of converses.
So I asked around and found my way up to level 9 of this tall building called Chancerlodge. Had the owner not called me, I would have thought that company was no longer there. They changed their name, and the first impression the owner gave me was :"dzô đây, dzô đây". OMG, he could speak VNese, and the first thing flashed to my eyes were tons of bottles of this hair oil in the store room. Furthermore on top of the shelf in the corner, several qualifications approved for the oil were written in Vietnamese so clearly =)) I was truely impressed, when he introduced that this brand was really popular among VNese, perhaps we are their main target. When I queried with him about how difficult it was to find this brand in the marketplace, he just laughed at me and explained that because I didnt find the right distribution places. Fine, I already made my way here so it's pointless discussing over it anyway. The drama began when I saw there were only 28$ left in my purse, and each of the bottle cost 14$. What should I do, he already took out 3 bottles for me. The idea of going nearly 1km away to the ATM sounded ridiculous to me. So guess what, the owner sold 2 bottles to me with only 20$!!!! Knowing the fact that one is priced at 25$ in the market!!!!! I was deeply amazed by his deed. I thanked him a lot and happily walked out with two bottles swinging in my hand.
The heat sent signal of hunger to my brain faster than anything. So I decided to withdraw money anyway for some sweet treats, since I just got a good bargain. The ATM was really far far away. Yet I managed to get there with at least 1 cubic sweat! Fine, on the way going back after decided to get another bottle for myself, I bumped into Rochor beancurd house!!!! Totally by chance, I couldnt believe in my eyes, the store was right there, with it's logo smiling at me. A crave for egg tart from the beancurd house that was disclaimed to be one of the best in singapore i just read this morening turned me on. So there I was, sitting among other customers and officers who were enjoying soya products around the shop. It's quite interesting to observe the diversity of this beancurd house's patrons. They were men in suits, aunties, family who drove Volvo and several truck drivers stopped by and took away their favourites from the shop!! It's true there's no bigger passion than food, no matter who you are, there's no class or social status when it comes to food lovers. The egg tart was really good, its richness was just nice to combine with the many layers from the skin, unlike other egg tarts which leave only greasiness and guilt on your tongue.
I thought I should stop there, but not so fast, I passed by another lust from 126 eating house. That's how they called themselves. It should be the first time I saw baked coconut tart in Singapore!!!Indeed, so I wanted to try it deadly, and the place exuded all the potential of good taste, since it's quite old, with this heritage feeling from the interior, the tables, the paintings on the walls and those good old simple pastries on display that took your breath away. So I delightfully walked away with another little cutie coconut tart in my bag, heading straight to Chancerlodge again.
When I saw the owner this time, I asked him first if this would work on me. He simply commented: No promises!! And to demonstrate his words, as well as to show his compassion for my indecisiveness, he gave me one bottle for free, so that I can do a trial by myself!!! That was unbelievable to me!! ON top of that, he even passed me a lemon barley drink, in order to cool me down from the heat when he saw my face terribly dripping sweat. I found that was completely incredibly kind of him to do so. I want to know his name so that I can show my gratitude but he refused to give, just wished me luck in trying that hair oil... What a nice person!
Here comes the ugly truth of the day, I couldnt put up with the itchiness all over my body anymore. So I sought consultations from the Unity's pharmacist and even from the doctor. In the morning, the pharmacist went to a meeting til 3pm. At night, the long queue at the clinic made me wait for almost an hour just to check my condition. It's tiring though, and I really felt like a monkey a whole day. It's itchy, itchy and itchy like HELLL!!!
11 stops sounded pretty far, but actually I got to the place only around 15 mins. It's a hot sunny day. And for my skin's condition sake, i gotta put on long sleeves and trousers which made me perspirated like hell. Mind you, I managed to get there with no sweat. There was this little detail that entertained my mind during the journey: a lady with her sense of style from her bag, which made of tiny bits of plastic gathered together like a piece of lego; and her plastic sneakers with plenty of small holes and no strings attached to them. So far that's the most innovative pair of sneakers/slippers I've ever seen. I dnt know the brand but they're kinda like a modification of converses.
So I asked around and found my way up to level 9 of this tall building called Chancerlodge. Had the owner not called me, I would have thought that company was no longer there. They changed their name, and the first impression the owner gave me was :"dzô đây, dzô đây". OMG, he could speak VNese, and the first thing flashed to my eyes were tons of bottles of this hair oil in the store room. Furthermore on top of the shelf in the corner, several qualifications approved for the oil were written in Vietnamese so clearly =)) I was truely impressed, when he introduced that this brand was really popular among VNese, perhaps we are their main target. When I queried with him about how difficult it was to find this brand in the marketplace, he just laughed at me and explained that because I didnt find the right distribution places. Fine, I already made my way here so it's pointless discussing over it anyway. The drama began when I saw there were only 28$ left in my purse, and each of the bottle cost 14$. What should I do, he already took out 3 bottles for me. The idea of going nearly 1km away to the ATM sounded ridiculous to me. So guess what, the owner sold 2 bottles to me with only 20$!!!! Knowing the fact that one is priced at 25$ in the market!!!!! I was deeply amazed by his deed. I thanked him a lot and happily walked out with two bottles swinging in my hand.
The heat sent signal of hunger to my brain faster than anything. So I decided to withdraw money anyway for some sweet treats, since I just got a good bargain. The ATM was really far far away. Yet I managed to get there with at least 1 cubic sweat! Fine, on the way going back after decided to get another bottle for myself, I bumped into Rochor beancurd house!!!! Totally by chance, I couldnt believe in my eyes, the store was right there, with it's logo smiling at me. A crave for egg tart from the beancurd house that was disclaimed to be one of the best in singapore i just read this morening turned me on. So there I was, sitting among other customers and officers who were enjoying soya products around the shop. It's quite interesting to observe the diversity of this beancurd house's patrons. They were men in suits, aunties, family who drove Volvo and several truck drivers stopped by and took away their favourites from the shop!! It's true there's no bigger passion than food, no matter who you are, there's no class or social status when it comes to food lovers. The egg tart was really good, its richness was just nice to combine with the many layers from the skin, unlike other egg tarts which leave only greasiness and guilt on your tongue.
I thought I should stop there, but not so fast, I passed by another lust from 126 eating house. That's how they called themselves. It should be the first time I saw baked coconut tart in Singapore!!!Indeed, so I wanted to try it deadly, and the place exuded all the potential of good taste, since it's quite old, with this heritage feeling from the interior, the tables, the paintings on the walls and those good old simple pastries on display that took your breath away. So I delightfully walked away with another little cutie coconut tart in my bag, heading straight to Chancerlodge again.
When I saw the owner this time, I asked him first if this would work on me. He simply commented: No promises!! And to demonstrate his words, as well as to show his compassion for my indecisiveness, he gave me one bottle for free, so that I can do a trial by myself!!! That was unbelievable to me!! ON top of that, he even passed me a lemon barley drink, in order to cool me down from the heat when he saw my face terribly dripping sweat. I found that was completely incredibly kind of him to do so. I want to know his name so that I can show my gratitude but he refused to give, just wished me luck in trying that hair oil... What a nice person!
Here comes the ugly truth of the day, I couldnt put up with the itchiness all over my body anymore. So I sought consultations from the Unity's pharmacist and even from the doctor. In the morning, the pharmacist went to a meeting til 3pm. At night, the long queue at the clinic made me wait for almost an hour just to check my condition. It's tiring though, and I really felt like a monkey a whole day. It's itchy, itchy and itchy like HELLL!!!
Sunday, March 6, 2011
So weekend has almost ended
It's Sunday
And I kicked off the day by jogging up the greenery next door - Ang Mo Kio Park. After a kick-assed night staying up to download some eps of Secret garden til 1pm, It's incredible that I still managed to wake up at 8.30 and do some physical activities =)). There was sunshine, and birds chirping, and people meditating around me, I felt so fresh and above all, not alone in this fitness battle. I think I'll make it on a daily basis from now on, to keep fit and stay alert.
So I went out around 3, meeting hubby before heading to Suntec and submit my application forms to both MBS and RWS. Actually I dnt know what I'm doing anymore. I felt like wanna explore my potential in new fields, new working environment yet at the same time dont wanna step out from my comfort zone, which is RP. If I already got accepted by RP, I cant tell if i'd be willing to turn down the offers from the two IRs, life's so difficult.
Leave it aside, i brought hubby to EASB booth, and to my big surprise. He (whom I cant recall name) stood there, the guy who used to work in student service office before. I know it's upset but I cant recall his name. He's kinda close to me. I was having some trouble with student pass at that time, before apply to Rp. Since bumped into him almost every time I went to student service, we usually chit chat a bit over life and work, and so on. Once, he gave me his number just in case I might need his help out of office hours (:S), which happened only once if i'm not wrong. It's a sunny morning at ICA, when I couldnt find out some important documents (I supposed) and freaked out. I remembered him and gave him a call at 9 in the morning. And we kinda had a big argument over the phone, about with whom the document was staying. Eventually, I got that document, and he left our school to other company. We lost in touch ever since.
For such history, seeing him giving brochures for EASB was unexpected to me. And he was kinda surprised to see hubby with me =)) I bet he must be shocked to know hubby and I were together. So he's at UWIC campus now. That's good for him, hopefully life's not as stressful over there.
It's almost 5, Hubby and I rushed home to prepare for Japanese curry, special dish for tonight. I didnt know that he could cook Japanese curry, and indeed he did not. But he seems confident and be a cook, with recipe from his mom, it's must be no sweat to him. So we got the ingredients quickly from COld Storage and hurry home. The steps were kinda simple:
1.Potatoes were peeled and boiled for a while, then cut.
2.Same went for carrots, but they dont need to bring to boil
3.Onions were peeled and sliced roughly.
4.Chicken legs were cut in pieces and marinated.
5.Put everything into a saucepan, that was according to the instruction, we cooked them over the pot instead, so that it wouldnt spill all over the place. Stir fry until quite brown.
6.Add water, bring to boil
7.Add curry cubes, around 4, to make to taste stronger.
8.Stir for a while, and keep the fire small
9.5mins later and Ta da, we had Go go curry's family style.
The food were left to cool down on the table, while we took some nap. 7.30pm dinner started, time to taste our experiment. And it turned out not bad!!!! Honestly, I didnt expect it to be too good, but it's quite nice that each of us stuffed a few bowls before we're about to explode. At the same time, telly was airing Ratatouile. We had some sweet treat for dessert from Junette: Cheese cake from the Cheese cake cafe. It's really rich in aroma and taste, yet we found the body was a bit flaky to our liking, it kept falling apart, that to the last piece, a whole plate was full of cake's tiny bits. I'll rate it 8/10.
There was something happened at the dining table, when hubby were serving the curry into each bowl. My mind was wandering somewhere when he called me to take the bowl he just served so that he could put curry to other bowls. I gave him the new bowl instead of taking the bowl that already had curry in it. He raised his voice and scolded me, a bit over-reacted i think. It's just small matter, he didnt have to show his anger like that. Just his attitude totally ruined a whole dinner in me =___= But in the end when he sent me to the bus stop, we kinda made up with each other, and we laughed and joked again like nothing ever happened.
Honestly, sometimes I feel weird when I dont miss him that much if we aint together or seeing each other for a few days. But when he stroked his hands through my hair and looked at me like he always does, there is just this indescribable peace inside me, that tells me I can count on him for life. I dont know, it's properly too vague for me to clarify it yet. That safe and comfy feeling whenever we are together, sometimes it's there, other times it ran somewhere else. It's infinite and uncertain...
And I kicked off the day by jogging up the greenery next door - Ang Mo Kio Park. After a kick-assed night staying up to download some eps of Secret garden til 1pm, It's incredible that I still managed to wake up at 8.30 and do some physical activities =)). There was sunshine, and birds chirping, and people meditating around me, I felt so fresh and above all, not alone in this fitness battle. I think I'll make it on a daily basis from now on, to keep fit and stay alert.
So I went out around 3, meeting hubby before heading to Suntec and submit my application forms to both MBS and RWS. Actually I dnt know what I'm doing anymore. I felt like wanna explore my potential in new fields, new working environment yet at the same time dont wanna step out from my comfort zone, which is RP. If I already got accepted by RP, I cant tell if i'd be willing to turn down the offers from the two IRs, life's so difficult.
Leave it aside, i brought hubby to EASB booth, and to my big surprise. He (whom I cant recall name) stood there, the guy who used to work in student service office before. I know it's upset but I cant recall his name. He's kinda close to me. I was having some trouble with student pass at that time, before apply to Rp. Since bumped into him almost every time I went to student service, we usually chit chat a bit over life and work, and so on. Once, he gave me his number just in case I might need his help out of office hours (:S), which happened only once if i'm not wrong. It's a sunny morning at ICA, when I couldnt find out some important documents (I supposed) and freaked out. I remembered him and gave him a call at 9 in the morning. And we kinda had a big argument over the phone, about with whom the document was staying. Eventually, I got that document, and he left our school to other company. We lost in touch ever since.
For such history, seeing him giving brochures for EASB was unexpected to me. And he was kinda surprised to see hubby with me =)) I bet he must be shocked to know hubby and I were together. So he's at UWIC campus now. That's good for him, hopefully life's not as stressful over there.
It's almost 5, Hubby and I rushed home to prepare for Japanese curry, special dish for tonight. I didnt know that he could cook Japanese curry, and indeed he did not. But he seems confident and be a cook, with recipe from his mom, it's must be no sweat to him. So we got the ingredients quickly from COld Storage and hurry home. The steps were kinda simple:
1.Potatoes were peeled and boiled for a while, then cut.
2.Same went for carrots, but they dont need to bring to boil
3.Onions were peeled and sliced roughly.
4.Chicken legs were cut in pieces and marinated.
5.Put everything into a saucepan, that was according to the instruction, we cooked them over the pot instead, so that it wouldnt spill all over the place. Stir fry until quite brown.
6.Add water, bring to boil
7.Add curry cubes, around 4, to make to taste stronger.
8.Stir for a while, and keep the fire small
9.5mins later and Ta da, we had Go go curry's family style.
The food were left to cool down on the table, while we took some nap. 7.30pm dinner started, time to taste our experiment. And it turned out not bad!!!! Honestly, I didnt expect it to be too good, but it's quite nice that each of us stuffed a few bowls before we're about to explode. At the same time, telly was airing Ratatouile. We had some sweet treat for dessert from Junette: Cheese cake from the Cheese cake cafe. It's really rich in aroma and taste, yet we found the body was a bit flaky to our liking, it kept falling apart, that to the last piece, a whole plate was full of cake's tiny bits. I'll rate it 8/10.
There was something happened at the dining table, when hubby were serving the curry into each bowl. My mind was wandering somewhere when he called me to take the bowl he just served so that he could put curry to other bowls. I gave him the new bowl instead of taking the bowl that already had curry in it. He raised his voice and scolded me, a bit over-reacted i think. It's just small matter, he didnt have to show his anger like that. Just his attitude totally ruined a whole dinner in me =___= But in the end when he sent me to the bus stop, we kinda made up with each other, and we laughed and joked again like nothing ever happened.
Honestly, sometimes I feel weird when I dont miss him that much if we aint together or seeing each other for a few days. But when he stroked his hands through my hair and looked at me like he always does, there is just this indescribable peace inside me, that tells me I can count on him for life. I dont know, it's properly too vague for me to clarify it yet. That safe and comfy feeling whenever we are together, sometimes it's there, other times it ran somewhere else. It's infinite and uncertain...
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Discovery of Chaos Theory
What a Saturday out of randomness!!
I went to see Mr.Wong's seminar and felt as if it's a consequence of The King Speech or sort of. What I didnt expect was the presence of my old so-cold classmates there. Except for Mika and Cassie who greeted me with genuine smiles and cheerfulness, the rest gave me, the typical smirks!!!! By that time, never before did i see such a clear example of acquaintances!!!! I mean the way they called my name and the kind of looks they expressed just showed me the best they could pretend that I was there +__+ Oh never mind it, I dont give a damn anyway. I went their to visit my lecturer, not them indeed.
Personally, his speech was more like a lecture, not to promote or stimulate a hint of intention to register for the courses. Seriously, it killed the school's attempt to attract people by sending him with such an out-of-topic subject. His delivery was fun, and informative, but not suitable for this kind of seminars. It's adept, too serious and not engaging, sometimes even a bit rambling =( I'm so srry, sir. But I had attended a session the day before and another one right after yours. And to be honest, they did a much more fantastic job, at least in generating audience attention. They changed their tones, in an interesting way. Their points were simpler, with relevant information so that they didnt appear too complicated to the audience, fitted with the general comprehension level (OMG, cant believe i just said that, it's so nerdy XP). The lady who briefed us about RWS completely took control over her presentation. She's vibrant, energetic, smart, great sense of humour and incredibly spontaneous. Her speech was long, yet she knows how to skip the unimportant and managed to give some really interesting analysis for us to compare and decide. Although she was struck into a dilemma by an audience, she turned the situation around so well with her integrity and pearlwhite smile that nobody seemed to bother the fact that she couldnt answer his question. Among all, i truely think her presentation was the most memorable.
Got out from the seminar room, I stomped into a Cosplay fair which happened to be right downstairs. I havent followed this Animanga world much lately, but I dont think Vocaloid has been so popular that I found their colorful parrot-like hair at every single cos group, which is weird and couldnt raise any interest from me. So I went off it.
From there, I discovered the Marina Link, which was quite new. I guess they just renovated the site, that explains why even the Singaporeans found it relatively unfamiliar to them. I saw they ooh and ahhh at here and there, quite a number of interesting eateries as well, which were quite affordable, much more to a casual style. Their typical menu items go averagely S$10+, I'd definitely go try someday, when I got a job.
I already decided to call it a day, not too soon before I dropped half of the DARK soya sauce bottle and it spilled over the kitchen countertop. I was insanely mad for my clumsiness and had to clean up the place in hope it wouldnt leave a bad smell. It didnt. But it dragged my dinner to 9.30pm, with my shiitake mushroom tasted like salted soggy pieces of shit. I just ate them up and promised myself not to ever let this occur again.
I went through the mails, and came across this interesting Japanese boyband called SMAP from Stephie's blog. They aint particularly handsome, but their songs are quite catching. And unexpectedly, following their songs led me to this drama called Secret Garden, which I fell in love unconditionally right after a few seconds watching it. Not only because it aired Hyun Bin, my fave but also it has such a whimsical story that keeps me abusing the play button on youtube. I've never watched any of Ha Ji Won's produce before. But I believe I would after this drama, coz she portraits the character so naturally cool, with such a great chemistry with Hyun Bin. No matter their age gap, I still think they are damn cute couple together, instead of his character in World within. I'm so into that drama now, I couldnt stop searching for it online >>>v<<<
I went to see Mr.Wong's seminar and felt as if it's a consequence of The King Speech or sort of. What I didnt expect was the presence of my old so-cold classmates there. Except for Mika and Cassie who greeted me with genuine smiles and cheerfulness, the rest gave me, the typical smirks!!!! By that time, never before did i see such a clear example of acquaintances!!!! I mean the way they called my name and the kind of looks they expressed just showed me the best they could pretend that I was there +__+ Oh never mind it, I dont give a damn anyway. I went their to visit my lecturer, not them indeed.
Personally, his speech was more like a lecture, not to promote or stimulate a hint of intention to register for the courses. Seriously, it killed the school's attempt to attract people by sending him with such an out-of-topic subject. His delivery was fun, and informative, but not suitable for this kind of seminars. It's adept, too serious and not engaging, sometimes even a bit rambling =( I'm so srry, sir. But I had attended a session the day before and another one right after yours. And to be honest, they did a much more fantastic job, at least in generating audience attention. They changed their tones, in an interesting way. Their points were simpler, with relevant information so that they didnt appear too complicated to the audience, fitted with the general comprehension level (OMG, cant believe i just said that, it's so nerdy XP). The lady who briefed us about RWS completely took control over her presentation. She's vibrant, energetic, smart, great sense of humour and incredibly spontaneous. Her speech was long, yet she knows how to skip the unimportant and managed to give some really interesting analysis for us to compare and decide. Although she was struck into a dilemma by an audience, she turned the situation around so well with her integrity and pearlwhite smile that nobody seemed to bother the fact that she couldnt answer his question. Among all, i truely think her presentation was the most memorable.
Got out from the seminar room, I stomped into a Cosplay fair which happened to be right downstairs. I havent followed this Animanga world much lately, but I dont think Vocaloid has been so popular that I found their colorful parrot-like hair at every single cos group, which is weird and couldnt raise any interest from me. So I went off it.
From there, I discovered the Marina Link, which was quite new. I guess they just renovated the site, that explains why even the Singaporeans found it relatively unfamiliar to them. I saw they ooh and ahhh at here and there, quite a number of interesting eateries as well, which were quite affordable, much more to a casual style. Their typical menu items go averagely S$10+, I'd definitely go try someday, when I got a job.
I already decided to call it a day, not too soon before I dropped half of the DARK soya sauce bottle and it spilled over the kitchen countertop. I was insanely mad for my clumsiness and had to clean up the place in hope it wouldnt leave a bad smell. It didnt. But it dragged my dinner to 9.30pm, with my shiitake mushroom tasted like salted soggy pieces of shit. I just ate them up and promised myself not to ever let this occur again.
I went through the mails, and came across this interesting Japanese boyband called SMAP from Stephie's blog. They aint particularly handsome, but their songs are quite catching. And unexpectedly, following their songs led me to this drama called Secret Garden, which I fell in love unconditionally right after a few seconds watching it. Not only because it aired Hyun Bin, my fave but also it has such a whimsical story that keeps me abusing the play button on youtube. I've never watched any of Ha Ji Won's produce before. But I believe I would after this drama, coz she portraits the character so naturally cool, with such a great chemistry with Hyun Bin. No matter their age gap, I still think they are damn cute couple together, instead of his character in World within. I'm so into that drama now, I couldnt stop searching for it online >>>v<<<
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
the start of a new journey
well i guess it's been a long time since i put this blog aside, and it's kinda sad coz i've missed so many unwritten here. I watched The Social Network last night and found out it's pretty amazing and inspiring how blogging your daily life, your current mood and emotion could be and could impact your destiny, substantially. So I want to start doing this again, coz there are so many things happening around me on a daily basis, that i'm afraid if i dont jot them down somewhere, i'd just forget how to appreciate even the littlest thing and how fascinating to exist and explore this intriguing world.
So I woke up today with Going to get my lappy prepared on the to-do list. It's sad though, when i heard that it's gonna cost a fortune to bring the goddamn screen back to normal, 350S$ to be precise. But there's nothing I can do, except for a huge guilty feeling of not doing earlier back in SG, to save at least half of the fee, as I did once before. If the technician didnt mention about the cleaning steps and show me the date of last preparing service stated on the old screen, around 2 years ago, I could have still wondered how could it be spoiled so fast. Well, that's the advantage of getting professional service anyway, let see if 350$ can endure the test of time.
I used the waiting time for my lappy fix in search of Mom's tonic. Gosh, i must have been to more than 10 stores in China Town just to find that little bottle claimed "guaranteed result" by mom. It's made in Singapore and yet there's no store in here carrying it. How ridiculous. Actually the closest one I found at last was in a Authentic Chinese merchandising, which was hilarious~~ Worse, although the packages looked almost identical, same name, same description, both in Chinese and English, yet they are from two different companies!!! Under the sizzling heat, I couldnt stand anymore but sigh and decided to make a trip to the address from mom's package tomorrow or so, hopefully they havent stopped the line yet.
When I was at China Town, the crowd and a variety of food, which are appealing kinda made me feel like wanna grab something for recharge snack. But again, too many options spoils you. I wondered around, hoping to get some healthy stuff, and eventually stuffed myself with some kebab's relative. Why so? the bread resembled pita bread, while the filling consisted of stewed pork belly, super thin sliced cucumber and parsley (?). The taste was not bad but nothing comes close to extraordinary, just a disappointment and lots of calories T___T
Oh yeah, the weather is more than scotching hot today, and the temperature seemed to raise up whenever i climbed the stairs or hurried to cross the street. That explains why I dont wanna spend any of my precious second under the harmful UV ray that can turn me or anyone of us into an omelette. However, i still managed to come across some interesting scenes that busy and boring people dont usually notice. They are a model of steam-power locomotive in front of a travel agency advertised for Taiwan tourism, blooming cherry blossoms made of transparent plastic that can be lightened up at night, unusual queues lining up at any money changers and so on.
I took my time at the national library since my lappy's not done yet. And right when I was just about to indulge myself in that little colorful Cleo magazine, my phone rang like an ambulance. So i flipped through pages and put the rest down, managed to find some waist exercises and other interesting news, will try them out at other time.
After my lappy already lied happily in my bag, i was hungry again that the swimming session had to be postpone to the next morning. A sudden crave for avocado salad from the MOF nearby AMK led me home. There was this girl who caught all my attention to her flawless porcelain skin. She didnt use make-up at all, according to my observation, yet her natural complexion shone through those terrible panda eyes. I had to fight with the urge to ask for her beauty secret, lucky my behaviour was under control so i let her go just like a beauty anonymous.
The avocado salad was like a tank of ice water thrown to my face. The serving was pathetically small, 180 degree from the illustration on the menu. There was hardly any avocado at all, and i felt like being deluded. I finished it, mind you, plus an ice-matcha, just for the sake of health i promised, not the taste =__=
Otherwise, i had some interesting conclusions from the observation of the customers in here, while waiting for my food. There were three couples at the cafe. In two cases, the guys went to send the orders and made payment. I found them a bit silly, who dropped wallet on the floor or felt powerless to the higher authorities sitting at the table, either staring at the menu or iphones, yet gentle and cute. With the only girl who happened to settle the bill at the counter from the third couple, when her boyfriend was busy checking his DSLR, somehow i have a sympathy for her, to have a careless boyfriend. My subjective perspective says that guys should be dealing with bills and orderings, after consider girlfriend's opinions.
So I woke up today with Going to get my lappy prepared on the to-do list. It's sad though, when i heard that it's gonna cost a fortune to bring the goddamn screen back to normal, 350S$ to be precise. But there's nothing I can do, except for a huge guilty feeling of not doing earlier back in SG, to save at least half of the fee, as I did once before. If the technician didnt mention about the cleaning steps and show me the date of last preparing service stated on the old screen, around 2 years ago, I could have still wondered how could it be spoiled so fast. Well, that's the advantage of getting professional service anyway, let see if 350$ can endure the test of time.
I used the waiting time for my lappy fix in search of Mom's tonic. Gosh, i must have been to more than 10 stores in China Town just to find that little bottle claimed "guaranteed result" by mom. It's made in Singapore and yet there's no store in here carrying it. How ridiculous. Actually the closest one I found at last was in a Authentic Chinese merchandising, which was hilarious~~ Worse, although the packages looked almost identical, same name, same description, both in Chinese and English, yet they are from two different companies!!! Under the sizzling heat, I couldnt stand anymore but sigh and decided to make a trip to the address from mom's package tomorrow or so, hopefully they havent stopped the line yet.
When I was at China Town, the crowd and a variety of food, which are appealing kinda made me feel like wanna grab something for recharge snack. But again, too many options spoils you. I wondered around, hoping to get some healthy stuff, and eventually stuffed myself with some kebab's relative. Why so? the bread resembled pita bread, while the filling consisted of stewed pork belly, super thin sliced cucumber and parsley (?). The taste was not bad but nothing comes close to extraordinary, just a disappointment and lots of calories T___T
Oh yeah, the weather is more than scotching hot today, and the temperature seemed to raise up whenever i climbed the stairs or hurried to cross the street. That explains why I dont wanna spend any of my precious second under the harmful UV ray that can turn me or anyone of us into an omelette. However, i still managed to come across some interesting scenes that busy and boring people dont usually notice. They are a model of steam-power locomotive in front of a travel agency advertised for Taiwan tourism, blooming cherry blossoms made of transparent plastic that can be lightened up at night, unusual queues lining up at any money changers and so on.
I took my time at the national library since my lappy's not done yet. And right when I was just about to indulge myself in that little colorful Cleo magazine, my phone rang like an ambulance. So i flipped through pages and put the rest down, managed to find some waist exercises and other interesting news, will try them out at other time.
After my lappy already lied happily in my bag, i was hungry again that the swimming session had to be postpone to the next morning. A sudden crave for avocado salad from the MOF nearby AMK led me home. There was this girl who caught all my attention to her flawless porcelain skin. She didnt use make-up at all, according to my observation, yet her natural complexion shone through those terrible panda eyes. I had to fight with the urge to ask for her beauty secret, lucky my behaviour was under control so i let her go just like a beauty anonymous.
The avocado salad was like a tank of ice water thrown to my face. The serving was pathetically small, 180 degree from the illustration on the menu. There was hardly any avocado at all, and i felt like being deluded. I finished it, mind you, plus an ice-matcha, just for the sake of health i promised, not the taste =__=
Otherwise, i had some interesting conclusions from the observation of the customers in here, while waiting for my food. There were three couples at the cafe. In two cases, the guys went to send the orders and made payment. I found them a bit silly, who dropped wallet on the floor or felt powerless to the higher authorities sitting at the table, either staring at the menu or iphones, yet gentle and cute. With the only girl who happened to settle the bill at the counter from the third couple, when her boyfriend was busy checking his DSLR, somehow i have a sympathy for her, to have a careless boyfriend. My subjective perspective says that guys should be dealing with bills and orderings, after consider girlfriend's opinions.
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