Little Quiz

See if it works for you. Just 3 questions where the answers could surprise you. There is no right or wrong answers, just an honest questionnaire which could tell you a lot about your true self.

1. Put the following 5 animals in the order of your preference

Tiger
Cow
Horse
Sheep
Pig

2. Write one word that describes each one of the following:

Dog
Cat
Coffee
Ocean
Rat

3. Think of someone (who also knows you and is important to you) that you can relate to the following colors. Do not repeat your answer twice.

Yellow
Orange
Red
White
Green

Finished? Please be sure your answers are what you REALLY feel...
Last chance....
Look at the interpretations below:

Question 1 - The order defines your priorities in life.

Cow: signifies career.
Tiger: signifies pride.
Sheep: signifies love.
Horse: signifies family.
Pig: signifies money.

Question 2 - Descriptions

Dog implies your own personality.
Cat implies your partner's personality.
Coffee is how you interpret sex.
Ocean implies your own life.
Rat implies the personality of your enemies.

Question 3 - Colors

Yellow: Someone you will never forget.
Orange: Someone you could consider a good friend.
Red: Someone you really love.
White: Your twin soul.
Green: Someone you will remember all your life.

The only thing I don't get with the answers is between Yellow and White. Don't they mean the same thing? Anyway, my Answers were:

Tiger, Horse, Cow, Sheep, Pig

Dog - Love
Cat - Independant
Coffee - Invigorating (I don't even have a comparison)
Ocean - Free
Rat - Sneaky

Yellow - Mom
Orange - Airol
Red - Imp
White - Aili (somehow I don't agree with this one)
Green - Edith

Tell Me Yours

Price Of Beauty, Cost Your Health

I don't understand why some people want to go on crash diets just to look slim for photos, especially their wedding photos. I understand you want to look your best, but is starving yourself just to look good for that few days worth it when you end up ballooning the rest of your life after? If every wife-to-be wrote down their thoughts and plans to work to before their wedding day, most of them would have the entry:

Lose XXkg by wedding photo session

Lose another XXkg before wedding day

The worst part of all this is the fact that the people who do this are walking lollipops with imaginary blubber that's on a non-existent butt or the ever-dreaded TUMMY. (*dang dang dang*)

The whole point - Why make it all a lie? You basically start your new life (with your partner) on a lie with the image you portray. Would you actually stay that size and shape?

If it's a yes -
Why didn't you stay that size and shape before?
If it's a no -
Why bother in the first place?

Is losing that little bit of weight actually going to make you look more beautiful than you are now? What makes the girl look good is the tons of make-up, hair styling, special clothes and the great invention of air-brushing. Have you actually ever seen a girl who has bad acne show any signs of it in her wedding photo?

The other part I don't get is why some want to stifle your body's craving when you actually don't have to restrict your diet. Here I am on a really restricted one, and I think it's giving me more stress than the thought that I could end up an invalid in the future. Having to go around reading food labels so that I know the crap that's in it gets me irritated but I'd have to do it or face bloody consequences. Worst of all is having to find food, when I'm out, that would fit into the restrictions. The whole stress from that is actually killing me softly.

This then makes me wonder how some people can count the calories they take and restrict their diet when there isn't a real need to. Why can't you just enjoy what you can? I'm not saying that you should eat a ton of everything but just simply not think about numbers and enjoy what has been placed on your dinner plate. Eventually what you may think is beautiful turns out to be the "unwrapped mummified skeleton" look, which in turn is actually showing how dead you truly are on the inside.

In the end, is it actually all worth it? Trying to look your slimmest on your wedding day while you look like a balloon after? Sucking in your stomach and starving the whole day when cameras are clicking away? Looking like a walking skeleton, calculating the amount of bird seeds you can eat for the day? Controlling your diet when you eventually might get cancer or lose a kidney?

Life is too bloody short and I find it dumb to go through all that crap to just SEEM beautiful on just one day. If the person you're going to marry cares more for how you look on the outside than the person under that external shell, then it really isn't worth the hassle.

Wake Up & Smell The Bullshit

Mispronunciation

I was listening to the radio for a few days and there was a song that came on that got my attention as it didn't make sense. Not as if songs these days make much sense but the line I heard was out of this world. The line that stumped me was :

"All the camels coming out for a private buffet"

If anyone can guess where the line came from before I give out the title of the song, then I guess I'm not the only one who misheard it.

For almost a week I was wondering what the title of the song was and who actually sang it. From the singer's voice you could roughly guess who it was but something just didn't click in me to look up the song online. A week passed and I was looking for a certain music video when I finally got to watch the video for this particular song right after. Even after finding out the whole gist of the "Public Affair" and what the lyrics were, I still heard the song and couldn't make out the proper lyrics, especially the chorus. I don't know if it's singers who sing so fast they don't realise that their words sound totally different or is it me.

Then came another song which had an Asian twist to it, "Tokyo Drift" by the Teriyaki Boyz. Part of the chorus is

"fast and furious (drift, drift, drift)"

but what I'm hearing is

"fas n foo-wee-ous dip dip dip"

My ears need a break

Talking To Gods

Some may have heard that I don't intend to have a religion and can't be bothered with people who try to convert me. Well this doesn't have anything to do with it but it is talking to Gods if you're open-minded enough to accept that.

Yesterday's little experience was all thanks to Amy, and she wanting to help me with my diabetes. She had been telling me about her own experience and I had always wondered what they actually did. So when she asked if I was interested in joining her, I took up the opportunity to quench my thirst for knowledge and ended up getting to know myself better.

There were actually 3 people who were mediums to 3 different Gods of the Underworld. 2 that gave a general insight to you and 1 who was more specific to health related issues. We only consulted 2 of the 3 as Amy wasn't fond of the 2nd God, Li Ya Pek, who seemed really fierce. While we were consulting the 1st God, the Li Ya Pek one seemed to be giving this one man a long lecture about something. Since everything was in Hokkien or Mandarin, I didn't catch a word of what went on. Plus the chanting behind me was drowning out everything everyone was saying.

When we first entered the place it looked rather creepy with the whole area that the Gods were in lighted only by candles, and from the bit of light coming from the other room, and chanting going on in the background. Funny how it looked like something out of Incredible Tales but it didn't feel creepy. I just seemed to be in exploration mode, wondering what everything was all about.

Finally when it got to our turn we had to first go to the 1st God, referred to as Da Ya Pek. He would take a reading of you though a fan (well it looked like a really tattered fan) that he would place on you. They all had an abacus placed right before them that seemed to help them add you up, or maybe it was a keyboard to some computer that dug up your file in their plane. Anyway, when it was my turn, I gave my basic details and got the fan placed on my head... for a really long time too. I was wondering what messages were being sent through but all I could really think of was that my eyes were smarting from the smoke in that room. After flicking the abacus beads around, he gave some advice which was translated to me by Amy as well as the assistant that stood by him. The assistant tried his best to translate it all in English and even wrote some instructions down on in simple English that Amy found rather amusing. I was told to consult the 3rd God for the health questions and was even warned that I might be in pain for the next few days but it would be normal.

We then waited a while for our turn to consult San Ya Pek, or the 3rd God. Amy had been telling me that the 3rd God's massages were really painful and it sometimes made her feel faint. When I was called in for my little consultation, I was basically lost without Amy helping to translate my queries. Thankfully there was an English speaking helper to helped me out till Amy managed to compose herself and resume translator duties. As Da Ya Pek did earlier, there was some flicking of the abacus beads and the diagnosis was given, with instructions to what I should do, as well as tell me that she'll be giving me foot reflexology. Sounded really cool but then after the warnings I think I braced myself up for an excruciating massage. Somehow the massage didn't hurt so much that I wanted to faint, but there were a few strokes that hurt really bad and one even made my leg jerk. Amy was amazed I could tolerate the pain. Throughout the whole massage, she was telling me what to change in my diet and it was interesting how it covered what my GP told me, and even had a few extra tit-bits that I wasn't aware of.

When we were done, we went down and Amy gave me a summary of all the instructions and information given to me. Somehow I now kinda see myself as a water balloon because of the fact that I'm retaining water and had a lot of "wind" in my system that is the cause of my size. The massage has left me in pain though, starting with one particular spot in my lower leg that pops with every step. The rest of the body seems to tingle and spots of pain seem to travel all over, dying in one place and starting in another.

Now I wonder what else I have in store for me.

Shout Out

To Katherine & Kelly

Kak Nurul

He was the guy that I totally loathed when I got a look at his flamboyant ways during the orientation for Shatec. At that time I was hoping that he wouldn't be in the same class but I wasn't that lucky. He ended up being class monitor and I was dreading my first semester in school. The teacher then gave us our first project and told us to get into groups. Somehow I ended up not joining any group, and since all were full except his, he asked if I'd mind joining his. With no choice, could I have said no?

I guess I was luckier than I had previously thought as he turned out to be the one that I worked very well with and ended up being encouragement for each other. The very thing about him that I really hated, I've grown to like and it's what makes him really stand out from the rest. It was rather obvious that partnering for our projects did us good as the ones that we didn't resulted in rather crappy grades.

The project that got us really close was the one he dreaded most; our Conventions & Exhibition project. He heard from a friend that the worst job for that project is heading the whole class, and was worrying the whole semester break before that lesson. So the day came when the whole class decided to vote, made us Project Managers, and didn't understand when they were cheering for us, why both of us had faces as black as coal. Furthermore, there was another guy who, we confirmed much later, secretly wished to be heading the whole project and added more trouble to the ones we already faced. The sleepless nights we had were spent yapping on the phone till one of us kinda dozed off from tiredness, only to see each other again in school the next morning and face more problems. Finally the day came when everything just fell in place and we ended up sleeping the whole weekend after to make up for lost time, dead to whoever tried to contact us.

When we had to start our hotel attachments, he found a nice little hotel that took another classmate and me in as interns. Finishing that hotel stint, we were to write a whole essay, or rather a whole book, on our experience. With the amount of information we needed as support, it was easy to get all of it with him in Reception and myself in Accounts, with access to the copier and no one to bother about what we were doing. I think we were the only two who handed up our essays with a whole load of documents about what we did in the hotel.

Even after all those wacky years, the one thing that I found out about him, and really like, is his appetite. My goodness! The boy can eat! If you see a guy having a feast at Pasta Fresca and ending it with 2 helpings of the Tiramisu, you'll know it's him. He's the one guy who doesn't sting when it comes to food and he sure knows how to enjoy it. It's too bad his religion restricts him from certain foods but then it doesn't really stop him from enjoying the rest. Now that is the best part!

That's 4...

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Burnt Out Brain

You Are 60% Left Brained, 40% Right Brained

The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning. Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others. If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic. Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet. The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility. Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way. If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art. Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.

Are You Right or Left Brained?

Oh Mandy....

My one and only friend from my final years in primary school that has always bothered to keep in touch. The others in my final year basically died off as time passed by without easy access to pagers and handphones. We met because they were closing her school and the students were to move into mine, but before the official move could occur, their school's principal had a heart attack, or something, and died. I got no idea why I remembered that fact but can't recall a thing about what we did during the first year we met; 1992 (Pr. 5). Maybe it's the trauma of having Liu Lau Te as my Chinese language teacher again. The same biatch who made me lose interest in learning Mandarin because she was such an irritating woman, who screeched louder than the noise made when one of our chair legs scratched the ground.

The following year, we were stuck like glue conquering every project, sharing secrets, hopes and dreams, good times and bad.. blah blah.. you get the drift. I remembered going to her house to complete one of our projects and will never forget that it was located within the grounds that also housed the Queenstown Remand Prison. I'm not sure exactly how they got a place there but they definitely weren't law breakers. They were a family that made do with what they had and another thing I will not forget is her father sending me back to my grandmother's place with the whole family, that came up to about 5 people, 6 including me, in their car. Somehow we were still small enough to squeeze in there.

Sadly after our PSLE we were separated to different schools, and separated further when her parents got a new house. Good thing is that we're all still in the western side of Singapore and it was still easy to visit each other. Even during the busy secondary school years, we still managed Dewali and Christmas at each others' place, with a few moments to play catch up when you're a host. Finally one Christmas, she came into the kitchen and told me that she's found the perfect man in her life, with no reaction from me that satisfied her. Honestly I'm not the type to be jumping around in the kitchen for the fear of slipping on the floor, but I was happy for her. I wasn't exactly the type to swoon over an engagement ring and not crazy enough to be shouting "woohoo" at the top of my lungs either. Well, so me and my non-excitement had her whacking me on the shoulder for not reacting more elated. Anyway, she's happy, I was happy for her and we didn't really communicate much for the next few years as we had work and all that crap.

Fast-forward a couple of years and I get a call from her that I've been dreading ever since we left primary school. Not that I wasn't happy she was getting married, but I was dreading the very part about giving the best friend's speech. So she called, she asked and I warned her that I'll try my best but I'll might not make it through without fainting mid-speech. The wedding went great, I had fun, and I hope she did too, although I would've said it was a chore. I think she did really enjoy the part of stuffing my face with the sweet rice that was to bless the unmarried girls to get married quick. The rice isn't working as fast as she wants to though.

Waiting for the call to go shopping for maternity stuff...

Vinnie Makes 3

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POP 102

First day of class for Principals of Psychology 2 and I went up to the school only to find that my name wasn't even on the list. How organised this place is Finally got my student card after waiting more than a week for it. Filled my name into the list and added Amy's name under mine so she won't panic about not finding it later.

Got to the classroom and made a really great entrance by falling down right before everyone's eyes. Well good thing it was only 4 people and at least 2 showed some form of concern. It obviously didn't only happen to me as one woman was grumbling about the bloody step as well. I warned Amy before she got in and I think she probably would've fell if she wasn't informed. When she came in, I was still flustered about the whole incident and it didn't help that my knee got the whole brunt of the fall. After she came in, we saw a few more people taking tumbles but none as bad as mine. At the same time, we also looked out for familiar faces and Amy was looking for any victims that could be in her list of "attractive guys".

In the end there was this one creepy guy that reminded me of an old school teacher that didn't seem to ever fit in. He's the token creepy oddball that gives you the heebeegeebees. He kept turning around, looking at the people behind him and even the person next to him like he was unsure if he was in the right class. It was as if he was trying to make sure everyone was on the right page. The creepiest thing was the fact that he took a really long time to leave the class at the end, seemingly trying to compete for the "last to leave class" medal with the 2 of us. I mean, most people have already gone out of class while Amy and I were slowly packing our stuff and had to wait for the rest of our row to leave as we were in the corner. He was the 1st person on his row and all alone. I think if we left him alone in there he would've started talking to himself. He's just plain odd I tell ya.

Another person we noted was this boisterous bugger with a curly mop and a face that looked like he didn't bother with hygiene. His sloppy dressing didn't help either. He walked into class as if he was top student in school/Mr Cool in class, even scanned the room to check if he had any competition. Like OMG, puuuuhllleeeeease Bitch! If he wanted to compete, he only had one other person to compete with and it's the other guy with a faceload of pimples too. What really irritated me was when he went out for the break and started lecturing the bunch of guys he was sitting next to. He can say what he wants, but he could've been less of a loudmouth and at least have the decency to notice that the lecturer is in class and that everyone was waiting for them to come in. But NOooooOOOo! He just yaps and yaps and yaps, until the lecturer had to go out and shut his bloody big mouth. I wish he just joins the Wednesday class.

Down the stairs with difficulty again....

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Anyone Up For A Party?

Been having this odd feeling at the back of my mind like there's something I've forgotten, or like something bad is about to happen. Something I can't seem to put my finger on and yet it's making me feel weird and irritated. I've noticed that I've "lost my emotions" except for anger, nothing seems interesting, amusing or even scary. Goodness knows if I'm so pissed off with something that I'm numb, but then I didn't have anything to be pissed off about, until yesterday anyway.

The past week I've been out watching movies and they were either exciting, funny, scary or disgusting but it went into my registry like BLAH.. No Comment. I don't even know how I actually felt about the movies right after getting out of the theatres. I'm rather sorry for my movie partner, the same person throughout (Yeah, we're bored), because you tend to discuss the movie after and all I did was basically walk like a zombie and ended up getting a coffee. Anyway, here's the list of movies and what I can tell you to do with your money:

1. Fast & Furious, Tokyo Drift - Watch on a weekday
2. Pirates Of The Caribbean, Dead Man's Chest (2nd Time) - Funny the 1st time
3. Ant Bully - It's a cartoon, you can decide for yourself but I'd watch it again on DVD
4. See No Evil - Get someone to rent the DVD

After some time to think the movie through, I can tell if one is worth watching or just a plain bloody waste of time and money. Horror movies are definitely a waste of every thing you spend on it and it wasn't exactly scary or was there enough gore for me to get a shiver down my spine. Then again, my senses were pretty numb and I was falling asleep. On the other hand, it's too short, too predictable, and not gruesome enough. Ok... so maybe I've got a sick mind that goes to websites that show dead/injured people... I'm curious.

Back to the bug. Still there.... irritating the shit out of me and I feel as though I want to pull out my hair. I went out, enjoyed the company and tried to blow off some steam. Maybe it was the fact that he was trying to blow off steam too and I listened more than I bitched? So here and now I have my soapbox and it's time for me to use my "megaphone" and pour out all that's bubbling inside.

This afternoon after the prayer for all my ancestors, the fire within me basically started escalating to a point where it's now just in me waiting to be blown into the face of some unlucky person who would do something stupid in front of me. First person was my cousin, who needs to be yanked down to reality from the cloud she's floating on. Here the whole family is trying to help her get a passing grade for the major exam next year and she doesn't seem to want to help herself. Sometimes I feel like asking everyone to just give up and let her fail in life but I know how she'll roughly end up and I don't want that for her. Problem with her is that she can't concentrate and focus on what she's doing long enough to finish it well, gives up easily and doesn't seem to have any motivation in life. Just wish there was a wand that I could whack her head with to give her all those attributes that she needs.

Following that irritation was the company that has bad advertising and staff that don't seem to know their products. The one thing I absolutely hate is when something is advertised, no fine print that goes along with the ad, and when you get to the shop, they have their crap reasons for the difference in whatever. Oddest thing was that one of their subsidiaries actually has the same product selling at a lower price. Another thing that rubs me the wrong way is when service/front line staff look at u with their eyes bulging out of their sockets as if you've just ask them to strip naked right there. If you can't hear someone clearly, you could ask them to repeat the query. If you're not too sure, you can buy some time by saying that you have to go check. DON'T JUST STARE BACK WITH BOOGLY EYES! Makes me want to just gouge them out and play tennis.

Last one to piss me off was actually my dog. He can be such an irritating little bugger at the most inappropriate times. Here I am trying to re-organise my things and was planning to actually do some reading up for today's lesson when he comes along and tried to rip my bag apart just because it has the stink of the other dog. With all his sniffing, scratching and rolling to get his scent onto the bag, he was basically messing up my whole bed and everything on it. I could kill that dog sometimes! Well, he got a scolding and a smack on his butt, but I lost my mood to touch my course notes.

I'm gonna start making a feast!

Yo Yo Yo

Once I started on Amy, I decided to be fair and just do one on all my close friends. The few who shared some really good memories and possibly a few to be kept as blackmail. So this installment would be of the other girl from secondary school, the middleman known as Ms Yeo. With the help of a classmate and corruption over the years, she decided to sign of emails with a "Yo!" that was falsely copyrighted by her own odd way. Well I can say it's waaaaaaaaaaay better than calling herself ... Like

To start of with Ms Yeo, we go right back to secondary 1 again, and she was part of this noisy bunch of girls who I rather disliked in the first week. Those who know me are probably thinking that I'm not exactly the quietest one in the school BUT I can say for the first few days before you really got to know me I was almost unknown, except for my size. Our class was supposed to have an even number of students but one girl was injured and I ended up sitting alone the first week, which was really fine with me, but when the girl came back, I was supposed to sit with her. When that girl finally hobbled to class, she was told to sit in one of the seats upfront and I that's when I got seated next to Ms Yeo, with Amy right infront of me, leading to us getting stuck together.

All through the 4 years, we were stuck seated next to each other, and although she complained and bitched, she never did move away even when she had the choice to do so. I thought that she would move the very first chance she got because I would poke her in the sides, or threaten to half the time. Maybe she enjoyed it or it helped her keep awake. One thing that got to me all those years was that nothing during recess-time seemed to satisfy her enough and she would've always complain that she was hungry right after the break although she had eaten. Honestly, she still hasn't changed that bit about her and I find her telling me that she's hungry at work even after she went out for her lunch.

The main thing that got us yapping a lot was actually music. During that time, the boyband craze hit and blasted us with a whole load of made up groups who lied of how they formed. She introduced me to Take That just when they decided to split up and they were soon overthrown by the Backstreet Boys, Boyzone, Code Red and a whole lot more weird names before the girl group, Spice Girls, hit. No matter what people want to say about boybands and their music, I'll just say that some of them had some well written songs and I listen to them. Yes I got their CDs, some of which were good buys while others weren't. From that time, she would be borrowing CDs from me, and I got some from her. Now it's still the occasional text message asking if I've got any new CDs or if I've got some other track. Helloooo... I'm not a radio station!!

Honestly I don't know why she's one of the close ones but I guess it's just the fact that she has bothered to keep in touch. It's the few years after you part that play a crucial part in how you end up on this list or just one of those people I've schooled with or known from somewhere. Although we meet up less often now, what can one expect when everyone has got their own things?

2 down....

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Shout Out

To Angel

Shout Out

To Susan

For all Singaporeans:

Happy 41st National Day!

Back To School

Last Friday, Amy and I finally got ourselves down to the school to meet up with their senior consultant, Jason. Now this bugger has been sending text messages, calling and emailing Amy ever since we went to the talk and that was about 4 months ago. The reason why we held off so long was because I wanted to get through my driving test first and then plan my life around the class schedules than to work around my driving schedule. On the other hand, Amy wasn't too ready to start classes either. So for the whole time we were stalling, he was pestering her like some desperado. I was always telling Amy how now there is finally someone bugging her now the way she did me.

Before we went down, we were wondering what he looked like and Amy was hoping that he would look rather dishy, but my first thoughts were of a nerdy person who was most likely balding. As it turned out, he was nerdy, no where near dishy, in dire need of a proper tailor but lucky for him, wasn't balding just yet. He looked rather young and acted like a young chap that didn't have any professionalism in him. Using his laptop to show us some information, his MSN buddies were popping out at the corner of the screen. He could have hidden the popping alerts or should've just switched his messenger off instead. I mean it wasn't left on "busy" or "away", his status was "online". Now what if one of his buddies decided to start a conversation right as we were looking at the course outline?

The week before this, Amy kept asking him about payment methods but he seemed to give her the same answer, "Please come down so I can explain it in detail." I think he wanted to check her out too. Anyhoo.... if you have someone asking you about payment methods, don't u think that you should just go straight to that issue? We basically had to go through the whole talk all over again. Another thing I don't get is that why he couldn't just explain about payment methods over the phone. It's not as though you're doing a transfer of money over the phone, and it would be better if we could come down with everything prepared than to have to think if we could afford to pay for the initial down-payment sitting across you.

In the end, we signed up putting in a small deposit for the course that started yesterday, with just the weekend to get everything prepared. What a bloody rush. So class was fun and kept rather light-hearted, even with a heavy content, it didn't help that my concentration was all out of whack that day. Plus the fact that we got seats right at the front of class didn't help as I wasn't used to the close proximity to the board and my focus went loopy too.

But of all things that really got to me with the whole thing about going back to school was actually the bloody stupid receptionist. I don't know what her actually post is but she sits in the counter that greets u when u enter the school, so receptionist she is. So what did this woman do to get herself into my blog? Nothing. Yup, she was rather useless and now every time I see her my hand itches to slap that chubby cheek of hers to wake her up or something. She either is deaf, or she just doesn't understand English, or I'm actually speaking in tongues to her.

Friday was the first time I took note of her. We went in to the school looking for Jason but that bugger was doing some where else. So we told her what we were there for and instead of calling your staff to inform them that their appointment is there, she tells us he a few floors down and to go look for him there. Where exactly down below she didn't say. We stepped out to call that bugger and he tells us to wait at the reception area. So we head back in, tell her that we were told to wait at reception and she stares at us as if waiting there would mean she had to wash our feet for us. The way her eyes just stared back was looking as if we were some desperate celebrity-chasers, hunting for an opportunity with our idol a.k.a. Jason. Like .

So I thought that would be a one off experience with her but I was really wrong and I tried my best to brush her weird ways off but the way she just reacts rubs me the wrong way. We went in yesterday for class and there to greet us was Ms Tard and another lady. The other lady was quick and clear, asked us to sign ourselves in and gave us our course notes. Ms Tard then asks us for our names, so after giving her my name, she asks for my full name, and then proceeds to ask if I'm someone else who's name wasn't even close to mine in the first place. So I tried another time giving her Amy's name which was shorter and much simpler to look for. Even then she changed Amy's name too. GOODNESS GRACIOUS ME! Amy's name is just Amy and her surname, how wrong can you go with just 2 names to look for? Mine isn't some common name either and I don't know how it turned to some Chinese-sounding one. In the end she told us that we would be getting our cards the following week.

That wasn't the last of her... Oh noooooooo! Jason had to pass us our receipts and told us that he would leave it at the reception counter if he didn't see us. So after class we went there and I wanted to make sure that someone knew we were the intended recipients of the two envelopes on the counter (addressed to us) instead of just taking them away. Unlucky me got her attention and I just wanted to let her know that I was going to take the two envelopes, but Ms Tard doesn't seem to understand that and I just basically took the envelopes, waved it infront of her, point out to her that my name was on it and I'm taking away, talking to her with so much gestures as if she was a 5 year old kid. It's a bloody chore talking to her and I think she'll be the death of me one day, that's if I don't kill her first.

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Ms MIA

After reading her blog and the things she has posted, I've been inspired to write about Amy. Let me introduce her by saying that the very first memory I have is of her making me join something only to end up playing me out. I still remind her of that fact but I understand why she had to do what she did. Anyway, we met in secondary school and she was the really quiet one among the bunch of us at the back of the class. The first person I met in class wasn't her but another girl, who actually scared the hell out of me and I couldn't hear a word she said because she mumbled like a certain Singapore Idol finalist who has such a fake attitude.

Back to Amy... So the first Saturday of school was set aside for all of us new-comers to pick a co-curricular activity (or as we knew it: extra curricular activity). Amy, along with a bunch of other quieter girls she was friendly with, and myself were going round and we got stopped at the Girl Guides' corner. The girls were apparently so persuasive that she decided to join and since the computer club didn't have anyone there, I joined so that she'd have company there. Let me say that she bugged me to join with her and it was absolutely NOT totally my own choice. 6 months down the road, she turned up for 2 Saturdays and next thing I knew, she decided to leave and join the Community Service Club.

Anyway, throughout secondary 1 & 2, we and another girl, Ms Yeo, were quite close. Ms Yeo was more like a middleperson/translator as my Chinese was crap and Amy wasn't comfortable with English. Then during secondary 3, we were separated into different classes. I guess this was where we roughly grew apart though we tried to keep in touch as much as possible. After finding out about each others' problem with the school and certain teachers, we ended up getting much closer with late night chats and complaints about life. Throughout the years, there were few more cases of her flying planes, joining the mountain turtle community, hiding herself from the rest of the world, eventually ending up with the current nickname Ms MIA (Missing-In-Action). It happened again last year and eventually decided to make her presence known to a few people by a sneaky little text message if you were on that special little list she had.

Within the year we've been chatting a lot and getting up to really weird things. The first quirky little thing was getting some clothes made for her bears/soft toys. Oddly enough she has to ask me to do it when I'm no where near efficient with a sewing machine. So that task basically ended up with my mom who took about a minute to get a whole set done.

Next thing was getting something to keep her busy and have some sort of routine in life. While work is a little harrowing for her, and there wasn't anything she was really interested in to keep her staying at one place long enough, it ended up being school as the other option. After a rather interesting discussion, she realised that she might enjoy Psychology as a subject she could pick up, and to give her some encouragement, I decided that I would take it up too. This time it was my decision to join her as I wanted to do it for some time now but didn't have any reason to actually go through. Soon after that, we were off to Career 2006 looking at courses that we could join. That was a big waste of time as we found nothing that offered what we wanted and a few weeks later, she found an article for a talk on such a course. We were rather set on joining the course but wanted to look around for other schools. Finally, the energy to search ran out and it was decided that we would do the course at Path, where signing up for it was another story on it's own.

In between the time we took to choose the school, she was introduced to blogging and decided to go overboard with the number of blogs when she didn't have anything to write. She could say that I'm the same but then after taking a look at how long I've been on this and the amount of stuff I've blogged about, I don't think we can compare just yet. The problem with her is indecision and when I thought she had finally been happy with one template, she decided to re-do the template of her other blog. The first one was just something she got off another website, the second was something she decided to go at on her own, and almost went overboard... but I got a feeling it'll end up there eventually. It took about a week to get her finally happy with the current one that she keeps adding stuff on to. Go get Frontpage lah!

1 down....A handful more to go.

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