WHAT USE IS IT TO YOU
WHAT'S ON MY MIND
IF IT AIN'T COMING OUT.
Second week into school and my body feels as if it's ready to drop dead and disintegrate into a million little pieces. My nose is already halfway into the process of dropping off; it's even turned an unnatural hue of pink! My throat hurts, I sound like Donald Duck, my temperature fluctuates, I'm bleeding down below and it feels like somebody's yanking the tendons behind my eyes.
Let's see...in the next few days (and weeks) to come I'll be working, schooling, working, schooling, working, schooling...(on loop) Exciting right! So exciting I feel like spuking kway teow from of my nose. I know, what's the link. Puking because I just saw a contestant on America's next top model puking on tv and kway teow because I suddenly thought of my Canadian lecturer saying 'Kway Teow' and he sounds like this: "Gu-eh TEE-iao", with the extra emphasis on the 'T'.
Eh looky, I proofread and realized I spelled 'puking' as 'spuking'. What's that suppose to mean? Spewing puke? Whatever the case, I like it.
In other news, my friends commented that I'm expressive, both written and spoken. In other words, over-dramatic. That's because I see most of my thoughts in blocks of colours and pictures and my expressiveness sprouts from my inability to describe them with minimal words. The way I look at it, it's not a gift. It's my handicap.
Cramp, cramp, cramp, cramp...like a steady drumbeat, I feel the crescendo building up. What I wouldn't trade for 6 months of 'Menstruation-free days'.
Wednesday
Tuesday
12. Dumb delete.
WE WON'T HAVE IT KNOWN
THAT WE OWN A TELEPHONE
Sleep on it: Why post something on a public domain if you don't want the public to read?
Because deep down inside, we're all disgusting attention seekers craving for people to notice.
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Change of layout, check.
Nope, I'm not feeling the least bit 'inspired' nor creative.
I merely deleted the old template bymistake stupidity. Re-creating the skeleton of this template was no sweat (I'm lying) but the image - the core of the design I'd attached along with the last template is gone and I didn't make copies and the computer is lagging so bad, I can't re-create another until...oh god, I'm working the entire week.
& school starts next week so who knows, things might get so crazy and busy. Assignments might start pouring in and reach up to my neck...and we all know it doesn't take anything long to reach up to my neck, considering just how 'tall' I am...
This is just me feeling gloomy and grumpy and passing off this aimless rambling as another 'entry'. Cheers, the world will keep spinning nonetheless.
THAT WE OWN A TELEPHONE
Sleep on it: Why post something on a public domain if you don't want the public to read?
Because deep down inside, we're all disgusting attention seekers craving for people to notice.
-
Change of layout, check.
Nope, I'm not feeling the least bit 'inspired' nor creative.
I merely deleted the old template by
& school starts next week so who knows, things might get so crazy and busy. Assignments might start pouring in and reach up to my neck...and we all know it doesn't take anything long to reach up to my neck, considering just how 'tall' I am...
This is just me feeling gloomy and grumpy and passing off this aimless rambling as another 'entry'. Cheers, the world will keep spinning nonetheless.
Saturday
11. Your call made me (:
Ladies and gentlemen, the latest express highlights.
Ladies and gentlemen, the latest express highlights.
Ladies and gentlemen, the latest express highlights.
Ladies and gentlemen, the latest express highlights.
Ladies and gentlemen, the latest express highlights.
Ladies and gentlemen, the latest express highlights.
Ladies and gentlemen, the latest express highlights.
A call from Taiwan got me grinning like a Cheshire cat. (:
Ladies and gentlemen, the latest express highlights.
Ladies and gentlemen, the latest express highlights.
Ladies and gentlemen, the latest express highlights.
Ladies and gentlemen, the latest express highlights.
Ladies and gentlemen, the latest express highlights.
Ladies and gentlemen, the latest express highlights.
A call from Taiwan got me grinning like a Cheshire cat. (:
10. Stolen Swimming Culinary.
BUSY WITH BEING BUSY.
Today was of tossing bed covers off because it was too sticky to sleep in.
I've got a story for you:
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Culinary
A question for the human race: is contentment the easiest form of achievement? I've watched as those around me fall to the temptation of conformation and as time ticked by, I've understood lesser with each incident. I've come to realise that it's sometimes not really choice that makes us. Most people don't have opportunities to make their own decisions and thus, are misled into thinking that becoming like the person next to you would mean safer greens and a little more competition from everyone else that works the same way you do.
I'm still contemplating about taking up the course. Yeah, I should be counting my blessings considering a lot of my peers are not as 'fortunate' as I am. When told that Culinary & Catering Management wasn't my ideal course although it was my 2nd choice, the common reply I got was, "Aiyah! At least you got into a Poly right!" Note the emphasis on "a Poly".
Which brings me back to my point, are we all content on settling for second best? I definitely don't have doubts about my capability to excel in this course but it's still under contemplation because it is ultimately not my ideal choice.
Then again, 'Ideal' ceased to exist since my dream was rudely shattered by devil in the form of cheap A4 paper with the words "I'm sorry..." printed across it. Yeah right, you're 'sorry'. I'm still pissed that the system was so biased as to reject me without even looking at my portfolio. All that talk about giving ITE students equal opportunities...is merely talk and what was that saying? Talk is cheap.
Life makes a fool out of you, honestly. To pride yourself capable of taking on some matters means you put yourself out there in the harsh coldness against the whirlwinds of challenges, frustration and possible failure; but to stay in the comfort of security means you lose out on opportunities and a chance to fail - can we accept failure?
More importantly, can I accept failure?
To tell you this is an invitation for you to stab swords into my eyes; I was actually secretly hoping that I would not be offered any course in the various Polytechnics. Because then I would be shoved into the corner with only one choice - work. It's easy for many to choose to stay in the safe and comforting arms of school. After all, It's your parents' money, fritter it. You won't feel the pinch. I don't get to enjoy such luxury so now I'm at the crossroad; to go or not to go?
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Books
Books are such mysterious beings, each time I try to break into them, I end up breaking into myself. They're my solace, my safe-haven. I wouldn't mind reading every waking hour, reading life-moving books, transport myself into an entirely different world, wrap all my books up nicely in clear plastic. I'm on my 2nd book this month and I bought a new book already! A Friend Like Henry by Nuala Gardner.
Can't wait.
Today was of tossing bed covers off because it was too sticky to sleep in.
I've got a story for you:
Stolen Swimming Culinary.
That gibberish above is derived if I were to take the first word of each individual "happening" incident.
01. I got my hand phone stolen/got into a brawl/got myself scrapped knees/got phone back.
02. Went for a swim with Nart (finally!). Got a more defined-than-ever ugly swimsuit tan.
03. Received my disappointing final term results.
04. Got accepted into Temasek Poly - Culinary & Catering Management
Stolen
The incident took place last Sunday while I was at work. There is usually nothing special about one in the afternoon. Customers came in drips and drapes and out of convenience, I left my phone on this little coffee table/cashier in my shop. And in saunters this family, decked nicely from head to toe, sporting labels that probably cost 6 times what I earn in a month. They feigned interest so genuine, they had me running like a wind-up mouse finding the items in the size they want.
And while I'm at it, he (the father) with a deft sweep of his hand, swiped my dropped-a-gazillion-times, give-me-free-also-I-don't-want hand phone into his pocket. All the while talking to me. Not face to face of course. (I was looking for items in the size he requested for, remember?) This is why I should never attempt to multi-task.
So they continued to browse the items despite the possibility that I may discover my 'missing' phone ANYTIME. Before making their exit, they thanked me oh-so politely, didn't make any purchase, DUH. Probably thanked my for the hand phone, not my service.
Like all crime story goes, the victim only realized upon the departure of the suspect/culprit. So that was me then, "PHONE. GONE. RECALL. PANIC." I made a few calls while frantically scanning the whole of haji lane for 'the family' (are they even a real family?).
One of the calls made was to Josh and being the smartypants he is, he said to check the CCTV footage. "OH YA HOR." But what good will it do since the culprit is probably halfway to Timbuktu?
For curiosity's sake, I called Justin (my boss) and being the nice guy that he is, he rushed back to the shop and even parked his car illegally outside the shop so as not to waste time looking for parking lots. (This is vital to the development of the story.)
While he toggled with the controls to replay the footage caught on the CCTV, he said, "Bell, can you go out and keep a look-out for Traffic Police? I'm not suppose to park there."
*Trotters off obediently*
AND THAT VERY INSTANT, 'THE FAMILY' DROVE BY. My heart skipped a beat. Y'know the feeling you get in the gut; when you have a nagging suspicion about something but just can't put your finger on it?
The "father" aka culprit flashed me a mega-watt smile as he leisurely drove past and I mentally took down the car plate number when the Nancy Drew in me kicked in. Be still my beating heart.
Thinking that I could very well be suspecting an innocent man, I went back to check on the progress of the footage playback and there, in slow-motion, I witnessed the act of 'phone-napping'. The same guy who just drove by and had the cheek to smile at me.
I was mad. But more so thrilled, not in a happy way. The adrenaline pumping through my veins were so intense and intensity thrills me.
Me: "He just drove by!!!"
Justin: "Really?!"
Me: "Yeah, I took down his car plate number."
Justin: "Good, let's make a police report now."
(The story doesn't end here.)
God was on my side or maybe he was bored up there and wanted drama 'cos when I look out towards the door, they were just across the lane, at the shopfront of the opposite store.
Me: "Er...Justin? They're outside now."
Justin: "Where?!" (dashes out the door)
(Here's the exciting part)
He grabbed the culprit by the neck and demanded him to return the stolen phone and did we all think he would return upon request? NO, DUH. Not something he made an effort to steal, albeit very effortlessly.
What we got in response was a very loud and belligerent, "WHAT PHONE HUR!? WHAT PHONE?!" followed by a punch right at Justin's left eye/eyebrow/temple.
I flipped. The events that followed were a blur. The men got into a brawl, I made a call to the police and proceed to grab the "mother" of the family. My only concern at that point in time was, "if the culprit got away, at least I got the accomplice."
Pull/tug/scream/cry/shout/pull/shove/push/repeat
Until I smashed both knee caps on the ground. KANINAMA CHAO CHEEBYE. That earned that arrogant bitch a slap that sent her "GUCCI" glasses flying off her fugly lying face.
All that drama and the guy still got away but what matters is we got the accomplice! So you know how the story goes from here. Police came, interrogation, blah blah blah. Police case.
Stealing while big brother's watching was orchestrating his own peril. And 'Big Brother' here, we're referring to CCTV as well as the ever-omniscient God 'cos judging from the way the series of unfortunate events unfolded that day, it was definitely a twist of fate, to my benefit.
Come to think of it, 'the Family' wouldn't have gotten caught if they hadn't came back for 'second helpings'. Evil stems from greed. Agree?-
Culinary
A question for the human race: is contentment the easiest form of achievement? I've watched as those around me fall to the temptation of conformation and as time ticked by, I've understood lesser with each incident. I've come to realise that it's sometimes not really choice that makes us. Most people don't have opportunities to make their own decisions and thus, are misled into thinking that becoming like the person next to you would mean safer greens and a little more competition from everyone else that works the same way you do.
I'm still contemplating about taking up the course. Yeah, I should be counting my blessings considering a lot of my peers are not as 'fortunate' as I am. When told that Culinary & Catering Management wasn't my ideal course although it was my 2nd choice, the common reply I got was, "Aiyah! At least you got into a Poly right!" Note the emphasis on "a Poly".
Which brings me back to my point, are we all content on settling for second best? I definitely don't have doubts about my capability to excel in this course but it's still under contemplation because it is ultimately not my ideal choice.
Then again, 'Ideal' ceased to exist since my dream was rudely shattered by devil in the form of cheap A4 paper with the words "I'm sorry..." printed across it. Yeah right, you're 'sorry'. I'm still pissed that the system was so biased as to reject me without even looking at my portfolio. All that talk about giving ITE students equal opportunities...is merely talk and what was that saying? Talk is cheap.
Life makes a fool out of you, honestly. To pride yourself capable of taking on some matters means you put yourself out there in the harsh coldness against the whirlwinds of challenges, frustration and possible failure; but to stay in the comfort of security means you lose out on opportunities and a chance to fail - can we accept failure?
More importantly, can I accept failure?
To tell you this is an invitation for you to stab swords into my eyes; I was actually secretly hoping that I would not be offered any course in the various Polytechnics. Because then I would be shoved into the corner with only one choice - work. It's easy for many to choose to stay in the safe and comforting arms of school. After all, It's your parents' money, fritter it. You won't feel the pinch. I don't get to enjoy such luxury so now I'm at the crossroad; to go or not to go?
-
Books
Books are such mysterious beings, each time I try to break into them, I end up breaking into myself. They're my solace, my safe-haven. I wouldn't mind reading every waking hour, reading life-moving books, transport myself into an entirely different world, wrap all my books up nicely in clear plastic. I'm on my 2nd book this month and I bought a new book already! A Friend Like Henry by Nuala Gardner.
Can't wait.
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