Monday, December 11, 2006

dependable sources for time-wasting: Veet, manicure/pedicure and a tweezer. =)

I know I'm slow. I didn't believe hairs can be removed effectively just by applying cream. I'm satisfied because there wasn't a tinge of pain.

the almost hairless legs.

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and I painted my nails bright red!

so there's no way I'll follow my dad look for organisms here, barefooted.

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anyway, I'm thinking of getting a new domain for my blog. Blogger beta is giving me much unwanted problems.

...featuring my alter ego @ 2:44 PM

Friday, December 08, 2006

I like the fact that my Wednesday and Thursday were so occupied.

soon after I woke up on Wednesday, went to Causeway Point to get my bloody essay printed again. I then made my way to my alma mater. it brought back both good and bad memories, notwithstanding I don't really like the school and often couldn't wait to graduate when I was still a student there. anyway when I stood near the gate, I was invited by a huge banner saying that BPGHS has shifted to Tech Whye. made my way into the school nonetheless, where I was greeted by the security guard, Mr Chiam and another staff.

Me: Mr Chiam!!
Mr Chiam: ehhhhh... you look very very familiar...
Me: ya you too.


the school had nothing left so off I went to their temporary spot at Teck Whye in dire need to collect my 'O' level certificate. yes, I haven't actually collected it for reasons I myself don't know.

getting around the school at Teck Whye was like stepping back to 60's. a bit eerie too, as it's an old, abandoned school. when I finally got to the general office, I was told by the clerk that it was impossible to give me my certificate as they had not finished unpacking and further added that I come back in a month's time to collect. at that point of time I just wanted to vent frustration for not wanting to collect it earlier.

in your face, Dela!

after all that disaster, crashed at my cousin's for one night. rambled on, did the things girls do, etc. the next day, I left for home at around 9am. snoozed at home before getting ready to meet my baby at Woodlands. after which, we set off to town and surveyed all the stuff we might be buying for the picnic. yay! can't wait!

cruised along the streets till my legs felt like they were going to give way.

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it was this tiring la eh. that's a forced smile anyway.

...featuring my alter ego @ 1:25 AM

Friday, December 01, 2006

so eventually the essay which is supposed to be due today has been postponed to December 8.


I was disgusted by the lecturer's audacity in telling us that we "can take the essays back to edit and reprint".

and to think I was facing a stark reality of the actual deadline! hah!

to put it in a crude manner, all of us are required to hide behind anonymity (which we've never been told before). at least for the school standard, no names are to be typed on the title page, only student IDs.

don't these lecturers have the courtesy to inform us earlier or what? waste my money and time printing only.

just wasn't my day la. and during lecture, I was very irritated by my runny nose.

but all's not a disadvantage. I got my new schedule already and it states that Friday classes will only start at 2pm. so happy la! can wake up late! hehe.

then after school, went to SGH to pay his father a visit. his exaggeration about the 30 minutes journey from Dhoby Gaut to SGH seemed to work. because I had just thought of taking a nap when I saw the Police Cantonment Complex which means I had to get ready to alight from the bus.

luckily I hadn't fallen unconscious.

after conversing with his father and seeing him through physiotherapy, I began to express empathy. often, we have this misconception that we cannot feel what someone else feels unless we've been through the same situation before.

it must be very hard on someone when one's muscles and joints are rigid because I had just seen how distressing that situation can be to the sufferer, his family, and everyone around him.

on a lighter note, at the ground floor, I was pushing the pram with his sister's baby in it. all eyes were at the baby, and then at me. suddenly they looked puzzled. can't they widen their imagination and assume that I'm a maid or something and that's why we look different?

I guess people would even believe me if I tell them I'm a maid. at the bed beside his father's, there's an Indonesian/Filipina maid taking care of her owner, I presume. I watched her, because I often found her looking at me. perhaps she could be thinking that we have the same status. haha.

anyway, been seeing common faces every other day. I think I'm hallucinating.

...featuring my alter ego @ 10:53 PM