it's sunday night again...
went shopping right after church..
i fell down the escalator at wisma's isetan.
ouch.
fell almost a third of it... well, i slipped..
now i know why they are called slippers... they make u slip
i held on to the railing for dear life, wasn't badly hurt, thank God.
thou' there are long scratches near my ankle and my bum hurts a little, i'm still thankful i didnt fall head first..
i shall now answer the next burning question within u.. "GOT PEOPLE SEE ANOT?"
Y E S, not only did they see, they heard.. i've already tried my best to fall gracefully.... as for the loud thud, its really not within my control. heh...
some kind-hearted soul turned and asked if i was fine, hmm, i just gave a polite smile to reassure her..
i was in such a rotten mood today.. not becos of the fall..
he didnt want to go out today..but still obliged cos i simply have no time during the weekdays to shop for new year clothes.. and i seriously needed his opinion.. i was really grateful, but the attitude.. he was late..very late.. .. i understood his hair gelling would take an hour so i didnt reproach.. but what's with the jaded expression and the tetchy attitude? there's a limit to my patience.. it spoilt my mood...t o t a l l y..
i went on a shopping spree.
Did i say shopping was therapeutic? i bought four tops at one go... :)
i suggested taking a cab back and dropping him at his place..i mean he came all the way out to accompany me..so i should at least appreciate abit...
it was a bad move.. we should have gone on own ways instead..
two edgy people should never ever take a cab together... we squabbled on the most trival issue that has never been a concern before.. a speck of dust can be amplified into the biggest rock at some point of time..
i only remembered the cab uncle telling me to cheer up before i left his taxi.. despite us spewing out in mandarin, the malay driver still could make some sense out of it.. he said, "ur bf cares for u tats why he will say that." i wanted to cry.
no matter what, i hate such arguments...whether its for good or bad.. it makes me sad..
really sad..
i dont believe arguments bond two people together..
if that's the case, i rather not be in a relationship..
at all....
Saturday, January 29, 2005
Marc wrote in his journal about his snorkelling experience in Indonesia, so i commented saying i would love to see those photos he took.. the next day, he brought 14 photos to school. Being very 'nice', i told him i would have them scanned into PowerPoint so that we could share them with the rest of his 'kaypo' classmates the next day..
took those photos home and dad helped to have them taken using my digi cam... no, we have not forgotten about our scanner... that ancient device has long lost its worth.. haha, nah.. i'm just too lazy to lug it out from its cob-webbed habitation (aka storeroom)..
dad positioned the tripod while me, the cushion (?!)..hehe, my job is just to sit around comfortably, looking beautiful ma..
kay.. enough of puke-rousing words..
the photos were actually quite well taken ... lovely beach and nice sea.. though it reminds me of the ill-fated tsunami disaster..
the first few photos were fine, until we reached this particular photo that shot the sea and the horizon..the camera went bizarrely out of focus...
"aey? what's wrong now?"
"dunno... off and on again leh.."
(dad off and on digi)
"still cannot focus .."
(digi passed to me and kena on and off like some cursed switch)
"cannot lah... why huh?"
"pa, must be your tripod laah...make my camera blur.."
"dun be ridiculous lah, how can my tripod make it out of focus?!"
(me somehow regretted having verbalised such a silly comment... desperately trying to think of another reason to cover up, i came up with this..)
"let's try the other photos.."
(surprisingly, my digi went back on focus.. we were able to take the rest of the photos.. )
"can liao can liao... (handled dad the photo we previously had trouble focusing with..) "now, take this photo.."
and guess what..
the digi..
went..
out..
of..
focus..
again...
dad and me exchanged glances..(hairs standing on ends)
"pa, its abit cold..."
seriously, i dont believe in things like ghouls.. thinking that photo was cursed was just to spice things up..haha..well, i was curious to see how my dad would look like when he's scared..
took those photos home and dad helped to have them taken using my digi cam... no, we have not forgotten about our scanner... that ancient device has long lost its worth.. haha, nah.. i'm just too lazy to lug it out from its cob-webbed habitation (aka storeroom)..
dad positioned the tripod while me, the cushion (?!)..hehe, my job is just to sit around comfortably, looking beautiful ma..
kay.. enough of puke-rousing words..
the photos were actually quite well taken ... lovely beach and nice sea.. though it reminds me of the ill-fated tsunami disaster..
the first few photos were fine, until we reached this particular photo that shot the sea and the horizon..the camera went bizarrely out of focus...
"aey? what's wrong now?"
"dunno... off and on again leh.."
(dad off and on digi)
"still cannot focus .."
(digi passed to me and kena on and off like some cursed switch)
"cannot lah... why huh?"
"pa, must be your tripod laah...make my camera blur.."
"dun be ridiculous lah, how can my tripod make it out of focus?!"
(me somehow regretted having verbalised such a silly comment... desperately trying to think of another reason to cover up, i came up with this..)
"i know why!!! tsunami! must be the tsunami!! got spirits lah, no wonder cannot focus..die lah, dun take this photo..."
"let's try the other photos.."
(surprisingly, my digi went back on focus.. we were able to take the rest of the photos.. )
"can liao can liao... (handled dad the photo we previously had trouble focusing with..) "now, take this photo.."
and guess what..
the digi..
went..
out..
of..
focus..
again...
dad and me exchanged glances..(hairs standing on ends)
"pa, its abit cold..."
seriously, i dont believe in things like ghouls.. thinking that photo was cursed was just to spice things up..haha..well, i was curious to see how my dad would look like when he's scared..
apparently, he wasnt at all interested to entertain me.. i seemed more scared than him..
conclusion, the photo doesn't have a focal point..
Sunday, January 09, 2005
I'm so proud! I am a Form Teacher now! .... first time in my life. YAY! :D
i have been practicing my Killer Stare for the past week... rehearsing it infront of any mirror i stumble upon so i could perfect it by next weekend.. i already reached the stage of spotting fumes seething through the cracks of the mirrors.. by next weekend i reckon my stare could easily shatter those reflective glass within a jiffy!
Nah, i lied.
Those kids of mine don't really need that kind of treatment, but i ain't taking a gamble. Cherubic-looking kids can turn monstrous anytime once the grip is loosened.
Some kid either stepped on shit or have produced fresh ones in class last Friday. The stench was so strangulating it could make you go high!!
In my resort to relieve the rest of us who breathe in through our noses, i asked, "Okay class, who needs to go to the toilet?"
And guess what? Almost half of the class raised their hands...some two hands (well, cant blame them since it's their favourite pastime besides daydreaming..)
FINE, i need to rephrase that..
"Okay class, who is having a stomachache and needs to go to the toilet urgently?"
This time, they were smart. No one even lifted a pinky..cos if you do, you have just admitted you are the loser who has shitted into ur own pants..
Well, can't expect me to go around the class pulling pants down to check if there's poo inside. I mean they are already Primary 3 kids... i could be put behind bars for that. heh...
It was two hours.. two whole hours of breathing in the poo-infected air! Oh god..well, this is what i call, experiential learning... (they learn in Science: the sense of smell) hiak hiak... The whole class, including me, rushed out of the class once the dismissal bell was sounded. You see, teaching isn't always easy.
And the administrative part of teaching is murder. I find that i simply have NO time for myself...okok, saturdays only.. today is SUNDAY, AND I AM STUCK HOME DOING MY LESSON PLANS!!!!!! arghhhhh...... :(
i have been practicing my Killer Stare for the past week... rehearsing it infront of any mirror i stumble upon so i could perfect it by next weekend.. i already reached the stage of spotting fumes seething through the cracks of the mirrors.. by next weekend i reckon my stare could easily shatter those reflective glass within a jiffy!
Nah, i lied.
Those kids of mine don't really need that kind of treatment, but i ain't taking a gamble. Cherubic-looking kids can turn monstrous anytime once the grip is loosened.
Some kid either stepped on shit or have produced fresh ones in class last Friday. The stench was so strangulating it could make you go high!!
In my resort to relieve the rest of us who breathe in through our noses, i asked, "Okay class, who needs to go to the toilet?"
And guess what? Almost half of the class raised their hands...some two hands (well, cant blame them since it's their favourite pastime besides daydreaming..)
FINE, i need to rephrase that..
"Okay class, who is having a stomachache and needs to go to the toilet urgently?"
This time, they were smart. No one even lifted a pinky..cos if you do, you have just admitted you are the loser who has shitted into ur own pants..
Well, can't expect me to go around the class pulling pants down to check if there's poo inside. I mean they are already Primary 3 kids... i could be put behind bars for that. heh...
It was two hours.. two whole hours of breathing in the poo-infected air! Oh god..well, this is what i call, experiential learning... (they learn in Science: the sense of smell) hiak hiak... The whole class, including me, rushed out of the class once the dismissal bell was sounded. You see, teaching isn't always easy.
And the administrative part of teaching is murder. I find that i simply have NO time for myself...okok, saturdays only.. today is SUNDAY, AND I AM STUCK HOME DOING MY LESSON PLANS!!!!!! arghhhhh...... :(
Sunday, January 02, 2005
To commemorate the buying of my new phone, this post shall be written in thy utmost respected colour --> PINK!!! wahahhaa...
Ever since the faithfully adored samsung S300 was stolen, its owner lived in total anguish for 2 pained months. Each day, she fought against the agony inflicted by her lost phone, losing increasing sleep and appetite over it.. she thought a cute-looking panasonic x66 could bear her grief...until one day she walked past a handphone shop, she saw this gruesome looking thing staring back at her from the display shelf. She hysterically cursed and sweared to have set eyes on such an unbearable sight... it was not long when she realised that that was exactly the same phone as what she was carrying in her hand...a ...panasonic...x66!! Lightning striked and thunder rumbled... the sky turned threateningly bleak and sinister...
the panasonic x66 trembled uncontrollably in her hand, wishing it would just die there and then... the tragic story ends here. wahahaha
So, the moral of the story, Never buy a phone that you don't fancy and expect yourself to eventually like it...chances are, it would never ever happen :)
Ever since the faithfully adored samsung S300 was stolen, its owner lived in total anguish for 2 pained months. Each day, she fought against the agony inflicted by her lost phone, losing increasing sleep and appetite over it.. she thought a cute-looking panasonic x66 could bear her grief...until one day she walked past a handphone shop, she saw this gruesome looking thing staring back at her from the display shelf. She hysterically cursed and sweared to have set eyes on such an unbearable sight... it was not long when she realised that that was exactly the same phone as what she was carrying in her hand...a ...panasonic...x66!! Lightning striked and thunder rumbled... the sky turned threateningly bleak and sinister...
the panasonic x66 trembled uncontrollably in her hand, wishing it would just die there and then... the tragic story ends here. wahahaha
So, the moral of the story, Never buy a phone that you don't fancy and expect yourself to eventually like it...chances are, it would never ever happen :)
Saturday, January 01, 2005
Happy New Year!!! It's a bit too late, i know, to make New Year's Resolutions... heh
In the New Year 2005, i'm gonna..
1) Exercise more regularly (swim at least twice a week)
2) Know the Foes from Friends
(Foes) Heaty and fried food --> a big NO NO...
(Friends) More fruits and veggies in diet...
3) Blog whenever i can (i know im not faithful in doing so for the past half a yr *Ah bish*)
4) Be organised and NOT PROCRASTINATE!
4) Be super firm and strict toward my class' kids (Be prepared to see me coming back here, hair dishevelled and with a face of admitted defeat)
5) Class Motto: "It's either i die or you die..and it'd better be the latter.." *Muahahaha*
6) Not skip church unless otherwise necessary...
7)... I'll stop here..come back for more resolutions (after i've thought about them :)
In the New Year 2005, i'm gonna..
1) Exercise more regularly (swim at least twice a week)
2) Know the Foes from Friends
(Foes) Heaty and fried food --> a big NO NO...
(Friends) More fruits and veggies in diet...
3) Blog whenever i can (i know im not faithful in doing so for the past half a yr *Ah bish*)
4) Be organised and NOT PROCRASTINATE!
4) Be super firm and strict toward my class' kids (Be prepared to see me coming back here, hair dishevelled and with a face of admitted defeat)
5) Class Motto: "It's either i die or you die..and it'd better be the latter.." *Muahahaha*
6) Not skip church unless otherwise necessary...
7)... I'll stop here..come back for more resolutions (after i've thought about them :)
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