A new day

So many temptations...so little time.

What happened in there, should be left in there.


Happy Teachers' Day.




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Wi(i)thin you'll remain

Some "exciting" Thursday I had.

Woke up super duper late. Thank God I didnt have class. Had department lunch at Magic Wok and it was chaotic.


The mess we had.

Rushed off back to school cause I had class. Almost puked cause I was full. Anyway, received a sweet surprise in class just now.


A teachers' day card. So shweet!
Thank you, padawan.

After school, together with some students, I braved the human sea at Comex. Was tempted to get the splendid Audio-Technica headphones at almost $300. Thank God I didnt cause when I walked down the aisle I saw something which caught my eye (and my pocket) instantly.

Wii.



Wii or wii out you.

So I saw the price and was so attracted to it. I crashed into the crowd, jostled my way to the prized box. At $469 a set, it was a chance not to be missed. On top of that, I got another controller at $89. Ah...bliss.



Havent set it up though.

I may have bought it about a year late but...ah..what the hell. I have wii!


Okay cheap thrill.

Back to work.


P/S: Wait..it's not a cheap thrill after all.

P/P/S: I shall officially eat grass.


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Dirty deeds done dirt cheap

It's hard to be professional and partial when what lies before me is a buffet spread of temptations. It's hard when life is governed by my "arbitrary" mindset and when my conscience is naturally not that clear. Just what to do with all this power?

Okay.
Enough daydreaming.

Mentioning power, I have been following up on the ludicrous Malaysian political scene for quite a while now. I was on nuetral ground until that allegedly sodomised Saiful Bukhari guy swore on my holy book. What did he take the Quran for?

Recently I had "discourses" with Maameemoo and we discussed this political turmoil. Maameemoo. who is an expert in syariah law said that the fiasco was a sham. He said there's no ground for the "victim" to swear (as in, take the oath). It's always the accused who does it. Besides that, you dont take a judiciary oath at the mosque. It's not valid. You take an oath (syariah or otherwise) in court...in front of the judge. Therefore, this Saiful's oath that he had been victimised by Anwar...well...doesnt really hold fort.

Oh well.

Humans.
We all go to hell.


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Yesterday once more

The day's scribblings...


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1030: It’s 1030hrs and I’m just done with breakfast. Time goes by so slowly when you don’t have your laptop with you. Thought since I don’t have class today, I can leave Snow White at home and borrow one of the school’s many laptops. Alas, what I’m given is an old one which has no internet connection. Oh well.

So I just do it the old skool way: Blogging on Microsoft word and saving it on thumbdrive before transferring it later. Kuno, siak.

Burp.
Sorry.
French toast.


Current song: Kiss’ I Was Made For Loving You / Stereo MC’s Connected
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1050: The boss just made a proposition of doing a media research together. She will be requesting for a grant from UK and I am to assist her. She said it would be useful for my masters.

Times like this I regretted not submitting my research paper on Timor to Harvard.

It was lofty ambition all right…but ah, how could I didn’t even try? Now it’s too late. Timor is just but a distant memory. And I’m just a lowly lecturer.

I can feel my “smart” brain cells draining away.


Current song: Sublime’s Santeria (“I feel the break, feel the break, feel the break”)
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1100:

Memories consume
Like opening the wounds
I’m picking me apart again
You all assume
I’m safe here in my room
Unless I try to start again

I don’t want to be the one
The battles always choose
Cause inside I realize
That I’m the one confused

I don’t know what’s worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don’t know why I instigate
Or say what I don’t mean
I don’t know how I got this way
I know it’s not all right
So I’m breaking my habit
I’m breaking my habit
Tonight


Current song: Linkin Park’s Breaking The Habit
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1145: After all these years, I still think Janet Jackson’s That’s The Way Love Goes is still her best. So sexy. Ooh.

This, together with Michael John’s version of It’s All Wrong But It’s All Right, can rock my boat anytime, baby.


P/S: Shit. Just realised that Sting’s concert falls on Hari Raya Haji. Ticket has been bought so…


Current song: Janet’s That’s The Way Love Goes (duh)
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1330: Lunch is over and done.

Now I feel like dancing. It’s a great day; windy and relaxing.

I feel the beach. If I focus hard enough, I think I can smell the salty breeze. Coconut trees swaying, waves rolling in, white sand, emerald waters. The sound of gentle sensual music fills the air, inviting you to just … glide along.

Oh well.

It will take me one more month before I can hit the beach, unless I choose to go in the evening after breaking my fast.

Why would I want to go to the beach in the evening?

Unless you….me….us…we….

Current song: Shakira’s La Tortura


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Hello spaceboy

 

Barely alive.

 

 

 

 

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The Land of Gallant Hearts

Ah...managed to survive (barely) the football match at 0300hrs and well, my scruffy prediction was right.

If this is to go on, Fletcher may just be our golden boy this season.

And maybe I will learn to finally like his scruffy, unsophisticated ways.


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One night only

The Dinner-and-Dance went smoothly. The dances went well...though I did botch some steps. I was too full to dance...could feel the steam fish coming up. Anyway, saw many well-dressed people. And talking about dressed, I think the non-Chinese people were more enthu about the theme - Shanghai Night. Next time, dont bother having theme lah. Chet.

But then...it's not like I really stuck to the theme. Instead of Little Dragon Girl, I was more like Little Lost Geisha.


Complete with my feathered hairband haha



(L-r) Pinku, Malik, wife, Irda and me

Ginny was there too. She (who claimed that she looked like a "ladyboy" in cheongsam) was one of the students up for the Student Ambassador award who came to promote themselves.



The very prawny appetisers.
It all went downhill from here onwards.

It was one of the luckier nights for me too cause apart from not tripping over my skirt, I managed to win 5th prize in the lucky draw. I won a cordless handset and speakerphone. Okay lah. Jadi.

That's all.

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Too much food

Just realised that September is just a week away. Wake Me Up When September Ends, Green Day said. No, not me. I am waiting with much anticipation for September to come .


Grey's Anatomy will be back in September :)


Yesterday and Friday were days that could give me clogged arteries and stuff. On Friday, Lauren joined me and we met CY2, Des, Esther, Adrian, WX and Vinz down at Brewerkz. Lauren and I had an obscene amount of food and then after midnight, we all headed to The Coffee Club near MOS where we had (more food) mudpie and other drinks.

Reached home at 0300hrs and I thought of staying up for NPCC. Right. I fell asleep at 0500hrs and woke up 2 hours later to the sound of the pouring rain. NPCC? Furgeddit.

Haha.

Yesterday was also Meiling's birthday Happy 31st!! I met her downstairs at noon and we headed to Junction 8 to have sushi. Yeah.


Da-jie and I


Birthday girl and her udon; potato salad


My favourites: Edamame (peas) and the rest of what we had.

As I had a DnD dance rehearsal back at work, I apologised to Meiling for not able to hang out with her long. But of course, how could I leave without having desserts?

So we skipped to Wan Chai HK Cafe (this tea place at Level 1 J8) cause the glutton me was dying for the mango pomelo dessert. Meiling also got the iced milk tea (with ice cream in it) and one very heavenly treat which was somewhat similar to our ice kacang.


Brain-freezing orgasm.

I had to peel myself off the chair and made my way to work. Thank God I didnt vomit while practising my Malay and Bollywood dances. Imagine..sushi, chawanmushi, bento, udon and mango slushies all together. The sheer technicolour!

At 1800hrs, Rizky and Johnathan (these bored people) picked me up and John drove all of us to Lucky Plaza for dinner. I was hungry cause lunch had been burnt/sweat out. Anyway, we three headed to Ayam Ojolali: I had soto ayam, the rest had gado gado, ayam penyet and sup buntut (oxtail soup). And oh, soda gembira (happy soda: bandung plus sprite)



..and lots and lots of prawn crackers.


Somehow the soup ignited my appetite (like it wasnt already) and I felt like cheese fries and milkshake. Went to Heeren to check out Billy Bombers but that god damn place was under renovation. So I dragged the 2 guys to Cineleisure to the Hip Diner USA by Billy Bombers.

Though Billy Bombers' cheese fries were to die for, Hip Diner didnt even have that on the menu. Was quite disappointed. Wanted it so bad that I could almost taste it at the tip of my tongue. So I settled for the next best thing(s) and forced Rizky to eat with me: oreo mint milkshake and cheese fondue (with thick fries, nachos and onion rings).


John's brownie and the cheese fondue

We all became like beached whales after that. I almost couldnt make it to the bus stop...tempted by empty cabs. Of course I didnt hop on one, only because there was a snaking queue at the taxi stand. Boarded #162 home and could barely keep my eyes open. Ran to NTUC at the Hub to get me some shampoo and a magazine before heading home.

At 2300hrs I slept. On a Saturday night. Lousy.

Oh well. My Dinner and Dance @ Orchard Hotel is in 3 hours' time. I think I should get ready. The theme is Shanghai Night but looking at my kimono-inspired top and my long skirt, I look more like a female aikido expert/samurai. Hah, like an extra from Kill Bill.

Later.


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Don't come around here

Why is he back?

Go away.

Just bloody go away.

"Don't come around here
Just to see me cryin'
Don't come around here
Just because you can"

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It's a heartache

A part of me died today.

Something snapped.

What a loss.


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Hanging (not so) Tough

Out of the 5 members in New Kids On The Block, why must I like the one who is gay???

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It's alright

Look at what I found!!





"I'm gonna kiss ya from ya head 2 ya toes and then
I'm gonna lick ya where you'd love me to go, yeah!
Oil ya skin within hold ya tight
Yeah, I butter the toast
If U lick the knife" ...ooh kinky!


And this next one ... is that shuffling that I see?








And I used to love them so much.

EECH!!


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Bullet the blue sky

A letter to the Boss stated the following:


...............

My Research Interests:
Politics, Communication Policies, Global Policies, Human Rights Issues, Economics, Environmental Issues


Publications:
(Editor): Tan, A. (2007). 32 True Stories of Ghosts, Spirits & Gods. Singapore: Ring of Light

(Editor): Ministry of Education's Malay Textbooks for Secondary 1-5 (2003-2006)

(Editor): Young Generation (children's magazine) (2003-2006)


(Writer):
1. Sustaining Singapore's Water Resources: Changi Water Reclamation Plant, featured in magazine Infrastructure & Construction Asia (Vol 2 Issue 2 Year 2007, pg. 10)

2. Agbar Tower: Is that Monteserrat we see in Barcelona?, featured in magazine Roof & Facade Asia (Vol 3 Issue 7 Sept 2006, pg. 7)

3. Beijing's National Swimming Centre: China's Watercube Wonder, featured in magazine Roof & Facade (Vol 3 Issue 8 Oct 2006, pg 1, 3)

4. The International School of Penang: Simple Elegance, featured in magazine Roof & Facade Asia (Vol 4 Issue 3 2006, pg. 6)


External Professional Activities/Involvement:
People's Action Party, Women's Wing, member

...............


Urgh.

I am so nerdy.


Okay, go work.



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Shut up and let me go

Lesson learnt.

Remember, Ed. Do not play the guitar when it's already past midnight. Strumming saps the life out of you, hurts your 3 fat fingers and disturbs your neighbours.

And...

Who's that singing with you at the window?



P/S: It better be my imagination.

P/P/S: How cool is a spirit who likes Jason Mraz?!


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How does it feel?

It's true. When you are nice to people, they will soon make a fool out of you. I've had it with my uni students. Now I know why some of us dont give handphone numbers and personal e-mail addresses to these people. If I can turn back time, I will not have done so either.

Spineless, some of them.

Absolutely spineless university students.


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Everybody hurts

Last night was a distant memory. I remember coming home to catch the NDP Rally and got excited upon hearing some new policies and then, got depressed upon hearing some others. I was also quite disturbed after hearing PM Lee's story about how 30+-year-old women are finding it hard to get a partner because guys that age are looking for women in their 20s. Ah well.

I also remember waiting for the news to come up but the rally was taking a long time. I think I fell asleep circa 2145hrs and woke up around 2315hrs to shower. After that, I remember watching MTV Awards and fell asleep when The Click 5 were singing. Knocked out till this morning...0815hrs!

Anyway, it's a real gem of a day in which I have no class. The dreary weather makes me somewhat laidback also. Wore my bomber jacket to school..haha..pathetic attempt to look young. Heh. Okay stop it. It's not that bad.


Do you hear me,
I'm talking to you
Across the water across the deep blue ocean
Under the open sky, oh my, baby I'm trying

Boy I hear you in my dreams
I feel your whisper across the sea
I keep you with me in my heart
You make it easier when life gets hard

I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again
Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

They don't know how long it takes
Waiting for a love like this
Every time we say goodbye
I wish we had one more kiss
I'll wait for you I promise you, I will

I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again
Lucky we're in love every way
Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed
Lucky to be coming home someday

And so I'm sailing through the sea
To an island where we'll meet
You'll hear the music fill the air
I'll put a flower in your hair

though the breezes through trees
Move so pretty you're all I see
As the world keeps spinning round
You hold me right here right now

I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again
I'm lucky we're in love every way
Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed
Lucky to be coming home someday

Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooooh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh - Lucky, Jason Mraz & Colbie Caillat



Not Caillat ... but nice nevertheless.


The SDU and SDS should be combined, the PM said. On surface level, sure that's a brilliant idea. But will it work? It's like telling girls:

"Here! More guys for you to choose from. Don't say we didn't help you. AND DON'T BE TOO PICKY!"

As for guys, well since the ratio of girls to guys is more on the girls' side, I am sure they will welcome this idea with open arms (and legs? Haha). They will have more to choose from and can even afford to mix and match. This leads me to a thought. What happens to a girl who has been participating in all these activities and still come out dateless/single at the end of, let's say, a year? Wont she be tired and feel hopeless?

I think that fear is stopping me from joining these activities.

I know. No pain, no gain you say. But why should I be in pain?


Okay. Stop.

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Rainy Days and Mondays

I have been awake since 1700hrs yesterday (Sunday). I havent rested and after downing my Starbucks espresso (sat there stoning for almost 2 hours), I no longer feel sleepy. My mind is just ... cruising.


It's 1900hrs and I have gone 26 hours without sleep. Work ended an hour ago but somehow, it felt strange to be done with work so early; when the sky was still glistening. Now, an hour later, the sky threatens to burst and it looks Armageddon-kind of dark. Padan muka. Orbi.

"Talking to myself and feeling old
Sometimes I'd like to quit
Nothing ever seems to fit
Hangin around, nothing to do but frown
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down

What I've got they used to call the blues
Nothing is really wrong
Feeling like I don't belong
Walking around some kind of lonely clown
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down" (Carpenters)



Okay.

I really should go home.


P/S: Kanye West, here I come.

P/P/S: I am officially very very broke. It's time to eat grass.


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Monday morning 5:19

It's 0600hrs and I have given up on sleep...considering I am still in the midst of reading and preparing for class. Authorship Class is a bitch.

Talking about class, one student sent me a message over MSN whining about the difficult assignment. Student asked: "Why the more I write, the more confusing it became?"

Put yourself in my shoes.
What would you say?

I said: "How would I know? I dont know." Why? Cause I am not the one writing the confusing paper. The student went on and said how could I say "I dont know". Oh that totally pissed me off. That, really made me go ballistic. You asked me something about your essay, which was right under your nose, which was of your own creation ... how the fuck would I know?


It's like asking me why would God want to create retarded kids!


Of course I couldnt spew vulgarities at my student. I cut the conversation short and excused myself. I didnt want to say something stupid and regret later.

Times like this make me really question the values of our education system where students want to be treated like little masters and be waited hand and foot by their teachers. Am talking about the local system cause my off-campus students dont study in Aussie...but in Singapore. The university students whom I am "teaching" are from a prestigious uni in Aussie. Top 10 in fact.

Initially, I was a little worried cause I graduated from a lowly university which couldnt even make it to Top 30. Of course now I realise that it doesnt mean anything if you go to a better university. Doesnt mean that you will be a better human being leading a much more productive life.

During my past 1 year, I have seen uni students acting like spoilt brats. They whined about difficult assignments, moaned about lousy school facilities, complained about lousy lecturers, grumbled that books were too heavy, argued that timetable was crappy...yada yada. If only they had spent all this nonsense on reading.

Yes. If you read (slowly and repeatedly) your books, your assignment will be less hard!!!

I am tired of doing this. Fuck. I shall give myself until end of the year to think about this. I think I will request if I can get out of my degree classes. Fuck all this university bullshit.

What's the point of being so clever if you are so annoying?


0615hrs and I've already had my breakfast.

I hate Mondays, morning classes and moronic thoughts at six in the morning.


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Homecoming

Watched it?




Though I felt that Li Jiawei and gang were a bunch of shaken nerves, overall they did extremely well. There's always the next Olympics to gun the gold.

But that's not important.
The English Premier League is back, ya'll!!!

Okay talk tomorrow...am too sleepy to continue.


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Livin on a prayer

Last night at Oosh was nice. The following KTV session was pure madness. When Ismail and Jason rapped In Da Club, I almost had fits. When the maracas and tambourines came out, I swear I could go deaf. The 0100hrs prata session was nice too. Nani and Jason, hope you guys had a nice time.

(More pictures from Mail and Sha to come)


Susan and me with the souvenirs Nani got for us from Bali.
And Nani and her card.



Happy belated birthday Jay (red) and Nani (blue).


The Moonies' version of The Last Supper.


Rap: Zero
Style: Zero
Comic relief: Priceless

Awoooo
Awoooo
Awoooo


My eyes are just mere slits. They are swollen and they are in pain. Begging for mercy (shut up, duffy), they are in need of rest. Long, coma-type of rest. It took them 3 hours to open to their current size this morning. No shit.

Anyway...

If there's any other expression better than "You're so fucked!", than throw it at me. I am so fucked it hurts just to think about it.

Got an email from the Boss, requesting for my long-dued paperwork. It was supposed to be done by the first week of the month and now...it's the mid month. Apart from work, what the fuck have I been doing?


- afternoon classes
- evening classes
- morning classes
- rotting away and being caffeine-induced
- developing progressive bad habits even further
- stoning/spacing out
- reading, reading, reading
- angry shopping (because angry sex is not available)
- angry eating (because angry sex is not available)
- angry blogging (because angry sex is not available)
- playing / partying(in whatever degree/severity they are)
- late nights...many late nights of doing...nothing.


And I complain of being tired? Nonsense. Life is fast, so fast that if I were to slow down, the body will get a shock. Now, that will be interesting, wont it? I'm perdido.

Indeed.
How do I go about to counter this?

I think about it after watching my sitcom marathon.
After the Olympics table tennis final (go SINGAPORE!)
After watching Manchester United vs Newcastle tonight (welcome back, EPL!)

Oh God.
I should just tender my resignation.
I'll plead insanity.

Think this is the time I do an interpretive dance of a mental breakdance.




P/S: During Bollywood dance rehearsal yesterday, all the moves came out. The running man, the soulja boy, the Chicago lapdance, the popping, the bhangra...the nasties.

P/P/S: Yeah, the horror.


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Without love!

Am losing my voice; it has been reduced to a low sexy murmur right now. Think I've been living too fast, too furious. No sleep, all work, all play. Yeah, that doesnt even sound possible. The loud sing-a-long down at Acid Bar last night didnt help either. Arhk.


After work yesterday, I attended a birthday celebration at Gluttons' Bay down at the Esplanade. Agnes (my student) had invited us over and hah, as usual, it got shit crazy and hilarious.

Some (bad) pictures from my oily camera. More pictures to come from the others. These are just...(bad) appetisers, I guess.











This birthday gathering was the second in the week. Last Tuesday, Win (another student) had her birthday celebration at the East Coast chalet (on a week night!!) and I went over after class at about 2230hrs. I didnt intend to stay long but somehow, I managed to pull away at almost 0200hrs.

The chalet thingy was crazy shit. The party people were screaming their lungs out because Jass brought her portable karaoke machine with her. Madness. All come with complete dance steps.






They were singing one of my favourite songs. My ears.

Anyway the chalet was a riot. Thank God it was afternoon shft the following day for me. Otherwise, I would be in deep shit. I was freaking tired by then cause few days back on Sunday (the chalet was on Tuesday; this was 2 days back), my department had organised a barbecue session at the East Coast beach.

Last Sunday, I braved the rain at 1300hrs and headed to the beach. Thankfully by the time I got there, it had simmered to just a drizzle.

[Biasalah...Melayu jer yang sibuk-sibuk ngan bbq. Kata gotong-royong apa.]










Okay it's time to go off work (YES! I AM AT WORK!!!). I need to go over to Peninsula Plaza because I have a freaking dance rehearsal. Yeaaah, am going to do a Bollywood dance for next weekend's Dinner and Dance.

Pengsan.
Why did I agree to do this in the first place?
Knowing I have intense stage fright?


So much for searching for the cheap adrenaline rush, Ed.


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