Day 2..

Monday, January 31, 2005

Early the next morning, all of us left the hotel at exactly 9.09am for the most important destination of the trip: Chulalongkorn University.

It was Thailand's best U, as they claimed (repeatedly too). I thought it was a rather humbling experience. Sure their buildings suck (I mean the condition), and some students and I both agree that THEY should be visiting OUR school instead. But of course we kept this to ourselves. But not anymore though, since I'm typing this here on the worldwide web.



So we were there for two short hours, listening to them preaching about how wonderful their school is, and how only the cream of the crop gets admitted to the school, as if it was not emphasized by Mr. Ho and Ms. Tan on our respective buses!



T04 was supposed to do a live presentation/introduction to the lecturers of their Uni's marketing department. But thankfully they were wise enough to record down their introduction and burn it into a disk since time since our shopping time was so compromised!

By the way people, if you think our study trip is more of a shopping trip, well, you are partly right. But we were NOT doing personal shopping all the time. We are, as the term states; SOURCING for goods to sell at our kiosks. Marketing kiosks will start operation from 14 or 16 January. TP-ians, please patronise us please!


Miss Tan (right) presenting TP tokens to our Chulalongkorn host.

Halfway through I was quite vexed. The people there were quite OVERLY-emphasizing on the fact that they are the best. Yea, factually true but you don't have to overdo yourself on the boasting right? It sometimes gets on my nerves, but I am in their territory, you don't expect me to bang the table and ask them to stop it do you?

After we were dismissed, the rest were eagerly anticipating welcome drinks provided by the school whereas we took a group photo. Among the professors teaching at the Marketing department, they also called on (for eye candy purposes, I think), one of their University graduate, a young guy called Tat.

Apparently, Tat had a rather audible command of the English language. Audible in terms of being 'EASILY understandable' by Singaporeans as he had been on a student exchange programme with not-as-prestigious Singapore Management University.

But do you know what freaks me out the most? Now whenever I go on a tour, I marvel at how some of those people in that particular country who SO looks like someone I know.

First it was this pretty lady at the night market selling clothes who looks like Doris (my cousin's pretty wife).. to Tat, who blardy looks like Nicholas! Yes my dear debaters! Nicholas Tan! Right from his teeth to the hair! Lol! Yea, um.. Nicholas is our ex debate instructor who has managed to steal the heart of our very cold-blooded Ms Valerie Li. HI VAL!

I was tempted to secretly take a photo of Tat to show everyone when he comes back, but on account of Xiang, I think I should rightfully leave him quite alone. So, ya, no photos of cute Tat, so sorry.

As a sign of apology, here's a group photo instead that we took, lol.



So after that we toured around the school, certain parts only, but it was good enough considering the fact that our visit was announced quite abruptly and they had no time to prepare.

The Thai marketing students had this very special room, a conference room of some sorts, designed by this world-renowned brain surgeon. I pondered for awhile regarding the link between the two. What has a surgeon got to do with a conference room?

According to Professor Willard, or Wilart (sorry, forgot the exact spelling), he says the designs of the room is to maximise the thinking abilities and potentials of the brain and that many large organisations have used this design template as a basis for designing THEIR conference room.


Marketing students, awed by the spectacle...

I didn't quite like the building, although their school's long history is admirable and the recognition that the University has not only within the kingdom but on a worldwide-scale is also commendable, I wouldn't want to study there.

Because... they teach in Thai. Haha! I would never, in 10 years, understood the language. But one thing that I really really like about the place, instead of stray cats, they have....






STRAY DOGS! Heck! What is better than that man! Sharing your breaktime with a good doggy pal! It's not that I hate cats you know, it's just that cats don't come when called unless you have food. I guess it's because we weren't in school uniforms (yea, Thai's university culture), but the dogs barked at us. Must have wondered what the hell is this group of weird-smelling people here for.

Took a Marketing group photo (photo not yet received) after which we immediately left for an export shop called O-Top, or O-Topshop. Oh well, name's not important. What's important is that it's a government-funded private organisation that has its own building. Everyone was looking forward to it because we thought it's one great gigantic warehouse where we could shop and shop till we drop.

Moreover Ms Tan was telling us that the shop is on the 6 floor. We were like "Wow!!!! 6th floors worth of shops!!! So exciting!!!"

Ok. So when we reached there, we discovered that Ms Tan meant the shop IS ON the 6th floor. Just that level. And it's a high classy place. The kind of place that make you look and go "Oooh.. expensive." Lots of us still bought lots of things. But I controlled myself, my discipline managed to hold me back while my brain repeated the holy incantation "Chatuchak.. Chatuchak.. Chatuchak.."

Yup. Chatuchak is a wholesale centre. Known famously as the weekend market it is only opened on Saturdays and Sundays (check the dates that you are traveling there the next time you go to Bangkok to make sure you are there for both days). A place that sells everything from pet squirrels to lanterns to voodoo dolls to fresh flowers. Shopping paradise for the typical Singaporean at fabulous prices too. But my prediction is that it won't stay fabulously priced for long since Singaporeans are going there by the thousands to boost their economy with our spending :)

I shall mention Chatuchak another day because today's entry is concentrating on Day 2.

So after walking through the rows and rows of splendid goods at O-Top, we actually learnt what is considered as Quality among the Thailand's local goods. The things that O-top sell is handpicked. Only the best get chosen to be sold at O-Top, and these goods are actually made by the rural villages of Thailand. O-Top sort of acts as a medium to buy those goods and sell to tourists I guess. It brings profits to O-Top as well as brings income to those villagers. But it also brings higher prices to tourists :(

We got out of the shop only to realise that our buses are missing. The police didn't let it park along the road thus it had to travel to a relatively far place to park. The way the traffic works at Bangkok aren't really convenient for it took almost 45 minutes for the buses to U-turn back to come back for us. So we fooled around with the camera again.


From top left: Mr. Ho, Ray, Nur, Aveline, Ling, Ms. Tan
From bottom left: Leon, Zixiang, Sharon, Sharon again, me.

I was so pissed with the camera and its supposed battery problems that I left it in the hotel room when I went to Suan Lom night market. Thus, without these precious photos, I couldn't recall exactly what the hell happened. Let's just pretend that the day ended here. Haha. Day 3 4 5 will be blogged down another day.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 3:07 pm

Thailand Blogging..

Sunday, January 30, 2005

Despite how freaking tired I am right now, I shall attempt my very best to write everything that happened throughout the 5 days I had spent in Bangkok.

Of course I am quite sure not many of you will be interested in reading because majority are INSANELY jealous of the fact that of all business courses, Diploma in Marketing is the one who got this chance to attend an overseas study trip. Haha. Don't worry man. I mean who knows right? Maybe you people get to go to Europe instead?

But lemme remind you that you can find MORE photos when you go to the Photos link. I've just uploaded like 40+ photos and there's MANY more to come when the rest send me theirs :)

Day 1
So on the first day we landed and immediately went over to a nearby fancy-looking restaurant to have a buffet lunch. Within 20 minutes after settling down our food, Huat was running around telling everyone that there were MANY cockroaches at where the desserts were. Of course, everyone heeded his advice.

But within a few seconds after Huat told us the Terrible Truth and left our table, Han came back with a plate full of desserts that he didn't even know what they were made of. Needless to say, no one touched much of it.

Illegal gathering outside of the buffet lunch place. No Marketing trip is complete without illegal gathering of any sort.



So it being a first day, all of us were really really fresh. So what if we had all woken up at 5+am just to catch the plane. We are in Bangkok, and we ARE going shopping. That is that. Nothing can stop us.

Thus, without absolutely a single clue of how to get there (we just know that it's quite near to the hotel), we attemped the magnificient feat of traveling to Ma Boon Krong.. on foot. (Ma Boon Krong is just another HUGE shopping centre in Bangkok)



A candid shot of us setting out. One thing I've learnt is that always CONSERVE your energy on the first few days. Take Tuktuks to wherever you are going. And no matter which tourist attraction (within Bangkok) that you are trying to get to, 100 Baht is simply too freaking expensive. Start unleashing your shopping potentials towards the very end of the trip (especially the last 2 days).

Well well well.. such enthusiastic Markeing students! So enthusiastic that each walked their own way. The whole group ended up losing sight of each other. Thankfully I discovered Ray and Weiping. Thus 3 of us took a Tuktuk back to the open arms of the Sol Twin Tower hotel whereas the rest are left to fend for themselves wherever they were.

We had a curfew of 10.45pm. Well, it's an official curfew where everyone has to sign their attendance. After 10.45pm when attendance is signed and acknowledged, whatever crap you get yourself into outside is none of the school's business. Such a mark of respect for us, the students. Yea, we get really treated as adults there.

So here's a picture of one of those attendance-signing 'ceremonies', with our group leader, Mr. Kelvin Ling spoiling the beautiful picture. If you can't tell, he was busy counting Thai bahts and pointing at everyone to make sure they don't go near him to steal the cash.



**End of update. Author is too tired and is dying from repeated visits to the loo. Day 2 onwards shall be continued tomorrow morning. I promise ;)

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:41 pm

No Blogging. . .

Wednesday, January 26, 2005

Yup. Won't be in Singapore the next few days, so unless I'm so desperate for blogging till I enter a LAN shop there, I don't think you'd see any updates here till the earliest 30th January.

So this is a last minute blogging before I go catch the plane.

Just one thing to say.. You know Mr. Meow vommited a MOUSE out yesterday? I'd give you further descriptions when I'm back. Gonna be real late!

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 5:54 am

A story

Tuesday, January 25, 2005

(Read this story somewhere. Will try to replicate it in almost the same way)

Once upon a time there was Yorkshire Terrier doggy scuttling along the streets...



He was trying to keep up with his owner, an old grumpy man who was mumbling to himself making his way through the peak crowds. Being a dog, he was busy sniffing around every fire hydrant and wall corners, and marking it with his pee, yet at the same time, keeping a watchful eye on his owner to make sure he was not too far away.

He was sniffing a roadside bush busily when he looked up, and realised he couldn't see his old man anywhere! He panicked and ran through the foot of the passers-by. He barked and yelped, hoping that his owner would hear him and come back but that only earned him the dirty stares of some of those who walked past him.

He sniffed the air. No sign of the old man. In the cold weather, everyone looked the same to him on the street, wearing their coats with the high collars close to their face, and the same dark-coloured hats on their heads.

The little dog felt like he was there for the longest time when one young man who past him caught his attention. Like the old man who was constantly muttering to himself, this man was exactly the same. But he was singing.

Wagging his tail, the little terrier ran after the young lad. He could not stop himself in time and banged into the heels of the man instead.

"Hi there, little fella! What are you doing here out in the cold?" The man said cheerfully to the little intrusive dog. The yorkshire wagged his tail with his tongue sticking out.

The aspiring opera singer smiled back and walked off singing out loud to himself, not knowing that he now has a yorkshire trailing behind him. Now this young man had a wonderfully beautiful voice. Yet as life would have it, he was still unappreciated and had failed in many of the auditions he had attended.

Soon he reached his house. A small little one-room apartment. He opened the door and closed it behind him, causing the little dog to bang his nose. A loud yelp caused the young man to rush out again.

"Oh it's you again! You followed me all the way home!" he exclaimed. "Well as you can see for yourself, I'm not rich. I can't afford to keep you for the long-term but I guess I do not mind sharing my meal with a companion for today."

So he moved aside for the dog to enter. After brushing some snow off the dog, they both settled down for a warm decent meal when the phone rang. The young man answered the call with the dog at his feet, following his every single step.

"An opening for the role? Yes! I accept! I will be down right away!" cried the dog's excited new master. Sensing the happiness, the dog jumped and barked in the air along with the man who was skipping around the apartment in glee. "A main role! This could be the beginning for me! You MUST be my lucky charm!" And so it was decided. The dog's name would be Lucky.

Lucky followed his young master to the rehearsals that very day. In fact, he followed him to all the rehearsals till the day of the performance. He was allowed backstage since the young man had his own dressing room (he is one of the main cast, mind you). And there he would patiently wait until his master finishes his performance and they would go home.

There were many more such visits to the dressing room. But these dressing rooms would change. Some were nearer, and some required car rides. With that first performance, the aspiring opera singer realised that his dream was coming true for him. Indeed, he received much more offers to stage in plays, so much that it was more than he could have dreamed of.

But no matter where his performance was held, he made sure he brought someone with him: Lucky.

Lucky was there throughout every rehearsals and performances. Soon, the young man's fame and fortune greatly increased. He soon found himself in love with a young lady whom he got to know while touring the country. After dating for almost a year, the young couple got hitched.

Lucky had never felt better before. Instead of waiting alone in dressing rooms for his master, there was another human there with him. She smelt like flowers and would often decorate him with ribbons on his hair and such. Lucky hated it, but this human pampered him with love, hugs, kisses and yummy treats all the time it was quite impossible to dislike her. This lasted for many years.

One day, Lucky and his mistress were traveling on the horse carriage. as they were passing by a street, Lucky suddenly froze. His eyes were alert and his ears stood straight at attention. He had recognised a familiar figure, hobbling along the pavement with his walking stick while muttering to himself.

He let out a loud sharp yelp and made a great leap from the arms of his mistress and landed on the ground. The old man looked at Lucky for a while, covered with ribbons and the smells of expensive shampoo. He adjusted his glasses and looked, but then he shook his hand and muttered "Impossible".

Lucky barked and happily ran about the man's leg. The old man lifted his walking stick in the air and exclaimed with surprise that it really is the same damn dog of his that got lost years ago! And without second thoughts, Lucky faithfully followed his old owner back home.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 1:38 pm

Last day of exams

Monday, January 24, 2005

I don't really feel as jubilant as I should although I am suppose to be REALLY happy.

I didn't really study well for today's subject. Was out shopping with mum the entire day.

And this was what I chanced upon at the OG's women's shoe department.



Let me once again remind you that.. as long as you are not as professional as I am, then please do not attempt to take photos inside ANY shopping departments because you will get chased out by the security guards.

Before I deviate from my point: If there is ONE thing I hate, it is irritating fugtards or fugtardresses who don't know how to PUT the shoe back onto the rack or boxes after trying the shoes out.

I bet even Cinderella herself would have been considerate enough to put it back to where she had taken it!

But, I would forgive those fugtardresses if they happen to fall into any one of the two situations.

- Amnesia that struck you after you were on your feet, shopping for too long.

- You tried on the shoe. Didn't like it. Took it out and was about to bend down to pick it up and put it back when you found a diamond ring at the corner of the floor, causing you to pick up the diamond ring instead.

Pick up one shoe only, so difficult meh? Lazy **censored**...

Next.. I want to comment about commercials. I think living in US is pretty fine. You get to sue people for all sorts of things.

I remember they have this TV programme where they film an authentic legal proceedings in the courtroom. Mr. A is sueing X company because he felt cheated of his money. X company promised him that the wig he bought from them will look very natural on him.



The judge then asked Mr. A to put on the wig. It sucked. Big-time. As a result, Mr. A won the case and X company had to fully refund the money he paid for the wig, which is like... $46.36?

Sometimes I think the priviledge they have in US is being so absolutely abused. Which reminds me, if this is the US, the person I am enlocked in a legal battle now would be the lady who touched my hair yesterday. Damn! I told her to cut my fringe JUST a little or else don't even touch it at all. She had to cut it SO UGLILY until I wished my Dad was the one who cut my hair instead. My Dad does miracles when it comes to trimming the algae/seaweed in the planted tank and he didn't even have to graduate from some fancy hair school.

So besides hairsytlists who gives excellently morally-degrading, low self-esteem and confidence-plummeting haircuts to their customers, another company that would very well get themselves into DEEEEEP trouble would be shampoo companies.

Look at all those models in hair commercials. Especially those commercials for CERTAIN brands. They had the hair so artificially done up with computer effects that it looks so glossy, you would have thought that you can see your own face reflection when you stand next to the model!

How is that possible eh? How is it that I walk down Orchard Road and see no one with that kind of hair at all? Where did those models go to? Shave bald after modeling for the advertisement?

Next complaint. Recently there's been a new moisturizer to hit town. I think it's specially made for babies only. Why? Why do babies need moisturizers? Aren't their skin good and moist enough? Isn't that how the term 'as smooth as a baby's skin' is defined? Why is there still a need to go to that extent of applying moisturizer on a baby? Doesn't Baby's body already have that kind of ability to provide moisture for the skin?

You've heard people say not to always eat panadol when you have headaches as your body might become 'immune' to it one day. If we always use moisturizer on our babies, very soon I think the skin will naturally lose the ability to provide moisture for itself. I'm sure in future a newborn baby will look like a dried prune... EEEEE!!!

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 8:34 pm

Early.. AGAIN?

Saturday, January 22, 2005

One busy day I had today. First, in the morning had exam, then in the afternoon have my BELOVED I-Guides workshop. Of which I MUST mention. . . LEON & ZIXIANG RAN OFF HALFWAY... AGAIN!!! And both had the cheek to sms me Bye! at the same time.

Janet was sick so didn't go. Me and Sau Mun were the only ones who attended the whole thing, but however we were seperated due to the groupings.

I was in the car on the way to school when I realised. . . My exam doesn't start at 9am. It starts at 10.30am!!

So as usual, for the forth time this semester, I was early. VERY early. Thankfully in TP, there's a eleven-storey library. I would have no problem even if I had to spend the entire day there.

Walked in and realised I was the ONLY one there!!!!



Quite horrible feeling actually. But in no time, I was deeply engrossed in a book called 'Senior Dogs for Dummies'. I just love reading these Dummies book. It is so informative, and I am NOT kidding. As a saying once goes 'Ask a question and you'd be a fool for only a minute. Keep quiet and stay a fool for a lifetime.'

Being a dummy is only for a while if you read a Dummy book. Sure the title embarrasses you, but after reading through the whole thing, you would have known SO much that you would be considered more or less near the 'Expert' level already.

I then went Techno to eat since today is a Saturday and NOT EVEN A SINGLE tuckshop in ALL of the canteens of TP were open. Heck, even the crows and mynah birds were not there today except poor Cindy and I-Guide comrades who had to drag their a$$es back to school.

But hey! Today's I-Guide workshop was FUN ok. Hmm, in fact ALL the workshops are overall fun. I say overall because not every minute and second is enjoyable. They were teaching Mass Dance today.

And my dears, Temasek Polytechnic's Mass Dance (basically a f**king large group of TPians dancing to Dead Eye Dick's New Age Girl song) IS TEN YEARS OLD TODAY est 1995! Hell yeah! We are the ones who started the Mass Dance syndrome baby! What? I hear Nanyang Poly doing the same their own mass dance only NOW? Sheesh! Haha. Kidding kidding, relak!

Enough dancing. Now get back to your PC chairs. So, as I was saying, not every minute is enjoyable. There were times when people are giving talks and we had to listen. But come on, you have to be resourceful and entertain yourself in order to keep yourself awake right?

Thus, ladies and gentleman, using the water bottles of the group members of TEAM 6 (We rule, totally!), as well as the superb handicrafts and hand strength of Xia Kun. .. introducing.. The Plastic Bottle Family!



And guess what. . came home today and my maid told me she found a caterpillar in my cupboard. I think the zoo thingy is getting a little TOO out of hand right?

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 7:43 pm

Photo Problem.

Friday, January 21, 2005

Yea. I know some of the damn photos just don't appear as they should. I've been logging in to the Hello.com's forum to see how many users it takes to make noise before the people in charge correct the problem.

Guess we shouldn't expect THAT much from them though. After all, Hello.com IS free, and with free stuffs, such things are bound to happen. Just my luck. Just OUR luck, to the people who are also affected.

Today was grand aunt's birthday. Nothing much except the usual get-together of the family. Not all came. And not all who came stayed long. But at least majority made the effort, which is good enough.

Ok. Next. News of the century. Ladies & Gentleman, I have just found that we may NEVER have to make our beds again. Great news?

Sure your jaws are on the floor right now. Pick it up and read this article and you'd get what I mean.

It is still pending investigations but results so far have proven that dust mites can be killed when we don't make our beds! Yippeee!

That's all for today. I gotta study for tomorrow's exam. Haven't done a single *toot* for it yet!

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 10:07 pm

Guess what?

Thursday, January 20, 2005

Yea. My 'downtime' was only for a few minutes!

Back to more relevant blogable matters.

I remembered when I was in primary school, my father would visit this man every Thursday night.

Supposedly, this shifu (no kidding, he dresses in those cheongsam-looking materials like he's from ancient China), has this very special self-invented concoction that looks like black sewage water. It somehow is very popular because of its healing effects on illnesses such as backaches, blood pressure and whatsnot.

As best as possible, I tag along every Thursday night, not because I secretly have a HUGE crush on the shifu, but because he has a very extremely cute dog.

A big dog. The second big dog in my life. The first is of course, Bingo, but I'd tell you Bingo's life story another day.

This big dog also happens to be a Labrador Retriever. And a very fat one too!

So I remember going up to my dad.

"Daddy. . what is that dog's name?"

"Why?"

*stunned silence because I didn't expect him to ask me this question*

"Why?" he repeated.

"Um.. because I just want to know."

"Why?"

"Har??" I said, with a 3-in-1 totally irritated, frustrated, and annoyed look.

"Ah Why. His name is Why Why!" explained dad, seemingly running out of patience because he was chatting with some other men who were at shifu's house for that evil-looking heal-all brew.


What kind of person will call a dog "Why"!!!

Imagine when you bring it to the vet and the nurse at registration asks "Mr. X, what is the name of your dog?"

"Why?"

"Because I need it for registration purposes."

"Why?"

". . . "





And then imagine if you are the dog's owner, and your dog pees on your bed. . .


"Why why did you pee on my bed! Why! Tell me Why! Why! ! Why Why Why!"




Ok. Enough. You should get the idea. But anyway, after I started calling the dog by his weird name, he looked at me, and walked off in the opposite direction, which partially explains why today I made such a fool out of his name.

And the shifu? Well, dad says he is abit money-minded such as when some of the 'customers' arrives in chauffeured Mercz he goes immediately to attend to them and treats my dad and the others as non-existent. So after a few months when papa felt much better, thanks to the um... sewage water, he consequently stopped visiting.

Ok, I have time to type another blog entry before I go to Sheng Siong to buy stuffs for my grandaunt's birthday tomorrow. Guess this isn't a THAT short blog after all, haha.

So, I have a problem with the nose stud and it won't go in. So for a few days I was stuck with that stupid ear-stick that looked like a very LONG blackhead on my nose.

Angelic Manda then offered to give me some of her very nice colour ear-sticks that come in all colours and different thickness. From luminous orange to shimmering blue, she has it all.

Unfortunately, being a busy Marketing student, I had absolutely NO time to collect it from her. Thus, she suggested the brilliant idea of posting it to me since she has too many postage stamps to spare(though we were living just 2 MRT stops away from each other).

Of course, having the chance of being a good friend to help out with using up her stamps, I agreed.

But I am a little worried though. There are 7 people in my family and on average, there is ALOT of letters coming in a day.

I came home from school today and walked past the table where all the letters are stacked. And this caught my eye:










The letters are so HUGE it was IMPOSSIBLE to miss.

Haha!

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 7:17 pm

Downtime

Hello all. Due to overwhelming complaints regarding "that stupid f**king music that won't stop playing in your blog!" . . . I shall now officially delete the music from my blog.

Peace and quiet. . .


Unfortunately, if nothing goes wrong, then I am not Cindy Lim. Thus, in the midst of deleting the html codings for the "stupid f**king song".. I have also accidentally deleted certain VERY IMPORTANT stupid f**king html codes that screwed up this blog template.

I hope all of you will be magnanimous and give me more time to repair this stupid f**king problem :)

Best wishes to all of you~ and my blog, of course. I really lazy to change skin :(

PS: Will blog tonight. Maybe a short one. But hey! Better than nothing!

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 6:57 pm

Short note

Wednesday, January 19, 2005

Just a short note for today before I start studying for tomorrow's A&P paper.

Have you ever wondered why the song Twinkle Twinkle Little Stars and the ABC Song has the same tune??

Or why one of our National Day song, 'Dayung Sampan' and Teresa Teng's 'Tian Mi Mi', also has the same tune?

Where did all the originality go?

Thailand trip is coming. I am soooo looking forward. But honestly, I'm scared that I'd miss home sooooo much that I'd cry at night. Haha!! Good luck to my room mate!

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 1:19 pm

Tuesday, January 18, 2005

Mr. Meow and Kilo sneaking out.. red-handed. 

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 3:14 pm

With the wind in my hair. . .

well man, today was the second paper. Mum gamely waited for me in the Biz car park while I was cheonging for my CRM paper. I lied to her saying that it was a half an hour paper so that she would wait for me.

When I ran into the room (was late) I was having an asthma attack; not from the running, but from the questions again. Suddenly, all the stuffs I had read in the car on the way to school was left behind in the car too. Ok, so guess I have to answer using my own common sense again. Isn't that what MOST of Marketing is about? :D

And then having to rush to my mother's car after the paper, I happily went home and took the dogs out for a walk, only to come home to a missed hp call informing me that I had forgotten to turn up for the stupid Marketing Study Trip debriefing. Oooh great! Um.. Anyone knows who is Catherine in Marketing?

I just found out one way I can de-stress easily. And it doesn't cost much, except for the petroleum costs I guess.

That is winding down the car window and feel the wind on your face. Preferably, the driver should speed a little till the wind is so strong you find it difficult to keep your eyes open for fear that your contact lense might be gone with the wind.

Just the other night, Dad was driving pretty fast. Now, I'm no speed demon. My fast is anything above 100km/hour. I wind down the window and the wind was giving my hair an extreme-makeover. Hell, in less than 15 seconds, I had that 'comb-over' look like Donald Trump.





The only difference however, is that mine only costed petrol money, whereas I believe he spends a few thousand US dollars for his own personal hairstylist.. to keep that same hairstyle of his.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 10:45 am

Exam Day #1

Monday, January 17, 2005

So.. tell me, some of the criterias that retailers consider when which kind of merchadise is to be stocked up?

. . . . .



Did I just hear you say: "Har??"

That's what I said too when I first read the question. Except for my case, I was sitting in the lecture theatre taking my mid-sem exams!

I'm sure I wasn't the only one who said HAR? I mean, what kind of question is that!? Do you want to know WHEN to stock up? Or WHICH kind to stock up? Or both? Because they said stock, and not stock UP. Poor phrasing! Bleargh!

Anyway, always look on the bright side of life *whistle whistle whistle*

One down, "4 more to fail" as Jani said today.

One more (long-winded) story I'd like to share with all of you for today.

Today after exams, Xiang and I brought the three dogs out for a walk. It was a wonderful going-to-rain type of weather. Xiang was holding Kilo, and I was holding the two small ones.

Mind you, I was doing the tougher job okay! Kilo might be big, but at least he's cute and obedient albeit dumb.

Chubby, oh well, fussy-pot when it comes to choosing a good spot for shitting purposes. But Didi! My goodness, the equivilant of bringing a lunatic dog out for a walk!

He doesn't walk straight! He wiggles left and right, left and right, and sometimes he walks AROUND you causing the lease to 'tie you up'.

Extremely annoying!

But today was the last straw. He............





urinated on Chubby's head!

Do you know how disgusting that is!? Do you know how vexed I felt? Imagine another dog pee-ing on the head of your most favourite poochy pudgey-faced darling!!

Chubby's modesty was outraged. For the rest of the walk, he walked around in a daze, with a few drops of "yellow water" on his head.

But I have to admit, it was kind of funny. Didi has this habit of 'wiping his feet' on the grass after every pee or every crap he passes out.

Naturally, after urinating on .. well, as I've mentioned, Chubby's head, he proceeded to wipte his feet. The resulting action caused a great amount of mud and loose grass to land on Chubby's face after the urine!

Now Chubby's face was hilarious. Ok, honestly, being a dog he doesn't know what the hell had just happened to him... ON him.. but as he squinted his eyes to prevent the dirt from entering his eyes, I was laughing so hard my tears were flowing out!

A good de-stressing hearty laugh in ages!

For non-doggy people (or aliens that have not seen dogs before), who might not have guessed how it happened:

Well, in short, dogs smell the area before they decide whether or not to pee on it. Didi smelt it first, and then proceeded to pee by stepping a few steps forward (explains why he did not see Chubby). However, just at that precise moment, Chubby stepped out to smell the same spot, thus the accident.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 8:14 pm

Resolution

Saturday, January 15, 2005

Another stupidly boring day. I shall show you HOW boring today is.

Here's a photo of Chubby sleeping at 12pm.


And here's a photo of him shitting at 8pm.


So.. mid-semester exams are next week, but I'm so totally NOT in the mood to study. Because...:

1.) Chinese New Year approaching. I am in the mood to see red (banners), wear red (clothings), eat red (um.. sausages?), take red (angbao)and sleep red (red nighties!).

2.) Our Marketing study trip to Thailand IS APPROACHING! Yea Baby!!!

3.) Too busy cleaning up the pee(S) of Chubby/Didi/Mr.Meow/Kilo's pee!

4.) Busy trying to sell the sofa and get rid of it within 24 hours before the new one comes. *If you think you can help me get rid of it, please click here!!!*

5.) Excited over next I-Guides workshop that is going to take place on 22nd January

And by the way, I've also made some new year resolutions too. If you care to hear them out.

1) Ranked #1. Most important resolution of 2005. Get my driving license by year end. Best is by my birthday.

2) Teach Mr. Meow how to say "F**k off!" while giving her trademark WTF face.


The WTF face. I-will-punch-you Mode: "ON"


3) Teach Chubby to STOP attacking Didi while Didi is lying on my lap.

4) Teach Kilo to stop going to my neighbour house to find their female dog whom I think is in heat.

Talking about Kilo. He ran off just now. Nobody found out. My maid thought I brought him for a walk while I thought my maid brought him out for a walk. I thought she thought everybody thought.... thought thought thought until we discovered he was missing after he had been gone for a few hours. Some of my relatives who came over to play mahjong said they didn't see him when they came. That was like 6pm++. Kilo came home at 8 plus.

Just when everybody panicked and were getting into the cars to search, a white figure stood outside the gate.

Need you guess who else it was? I just hope he didn't go philandering with all the other female dogs in the neighbourhood *wink wink*.

Yes. My highly intelligent Labrador knows how to find his way back after wreaking havoc.

Do you notice that I am always talking about my pets. I am such a boring person that I have nothing else to say. If I had any thing to comment, it would be on my blog.

I'm starting to think that blogging is not such a good idea after all. I mean, blogging means almost everyone I know would read it (I hope). And when they do, I got nothing else to talk about when I see them face to face. I think the only people I have alot of things to say to would be my project mates. And it is like so strictly regarding project stuffs only.

I need a life. R5 ladies, when will I see you all again har?

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 9:52 pm

Fight Club

Friday, January 14, 2005

One day, I am going to read that book or watch the show. Brad Pitt's gorgeous, but somehow not anymore because he's a divorcee.

I mean, I feel part of the reason that he's attractive is because he's faithful to Jennifer Aniston. Isn't a faithful and loyal guy very charming? No meh?

O..k......

Well man. On to the fights that had happened today. I fought with Xiang today. Fist fight. He punched me and my nose-stud went into my nose. Yes. That has got to hurt.

And it did.

Like... ALOT!

I would have rather let Astra pierce me three times then take one of Xiang's punch.

Afterwhich I gave him a kick and broke his nose. I'm not sure whether it was broken. But it bled alot.

Until this part, if you believed that my fabricated story is true, then I am really speechless. I'm starting to lie alot. Bad habit. I will try to quit it but I get a kick out of trying to imagine all your faces when you read about the 'fight'. Haha.

But seriously speaking, my nose stud really did went in. The pain was so stinging that I was crying openly. Xiang panicked and ran around the room like a headless chicken, crying "Oh sh*t! How!? Sh*t! Oh my gawd! Sh*t!!"

Other interesting things that happened today include the fact that Xiang was chased for a few centimetres and almost bitten by a dog. Actually, a chihuahua. You know, those miserable midget dog that you see Paris Hilton carrying around? Yup. That's a chihuahua.

Moreover, that chihuahua happens to belong to Alex's girlfriend. So Alex, if you're reading this, take your puppy in hand! What a ill-tempered frisky little fella!

Next update, courtesy of Val. Guangyuan's miracle fingers have recovered and he is able to sms and probably beat that girl for the Guiness Record of the World's Fastest SMS-typer category or whatever sh*t that title is called.

After I challenged him, he sms-ed me with our entire Bendemeer School song within 30 seconds. It wasn't the speed that frightened me. It was the way he could remember the lyrics to the school song that he never sang. Haha.

And finally, while typing this blog entry, I discovered a pool of pee.. pool of pee, hey sounds nice!.. beside my dustbin which I guess is the works of Chubby since he's the most considerate dog. I just need to take some tissue to clean the sides of the dust-bin and then I can throw the tissue straight into the bin. How thoughtful my little dear is *sigh of contentment*.

*Behind the Scenes*

Cindy: "WHERE ARE YOU YOU F**KING DOG! Get your stupid hairy a$$ out now! Urine in my room right? HAR!? Never die before is it!? You !@#$%Q#$ !@#!@#! Don't hide under my bed, come out! I SAID COME OUT!!"

Chubby: *whimper whimper *

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 9:13 pm

Class Quiz time...

Thursday, January 13, 2005

Dyed my hair (attempt #3) to cover my stupid highlights that I remember hearing someone mention "looks like zebra crossing". Can't wait for tomorrow's sunlight to show me the true colours of the new hair.

And so, today, in the School of Business of Temaske Polytechnic, in Lecture Threatre 23, a group of students in Diploma of Marketing was taking their Retail Management quiz.

Is that stupid or what? A quiz before the week of mid-semester exam?

Let's not dwell on such unimportant quizzes. After comfortably sitting beside Janet, we gossiped non-stop until quiz time, then realised that in a great effort to save the world's trees, our dearest lecturer flashed us the questions on the two OHP projectors while we scribble down the answers.

Ok. It's my fault for choosing to sit right at the back, but reading the questions where the texts is equivilant to font size 6 is no laughing matter.

Never mind. I'm very magnanimous. I shall forgive and forget. However, 10 minutes into the tests, there was a sound "POOOOOOOOOF!" and before I knew it, this was the scene that greeted me.












Yes my dears. Complete darkness. There was no way we could read the questions since the projectors were not working. In a mad rush, everyone was running everywhere copying everyone else's answers. Then there were those who ran up to the teacher to grab the question transparency to continue doing their quiz.

Ok. No more blogging for today, people. I rushing for two individual journal deadlines plus there's another quiz tomorrow. I wonder what is going to happen this time *wink wink* ;)

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 10:23 pm

Very touched

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

I dragged my feet off the bus, and put my two legs ahead of each other in order to climb up the stairs of the overhead bridge to reach my house. Tired out. No thanks to school.

Crossed it, came down and stared into the drain non-stop, trying to keep a lookout of Boyfriend #2, Mr. Meow's second boyfriend. Nowhere in sight. Don't know where did that big a$$ hid today.

Looked up again and guess what I saw. My lovely princess (Mr. Meow) sitting outside my house waiting for me!

Well, not really waiting for me. I guess she was waiting to see which of her three boyfriends would come to 'pick her up' first. But she saw me and followed me back into the house, so technically I am correct when I said she is waiting for me!

But of course it's not really me she's waiting for. It's her dinner. I'm probably the easiest person she can 'communicate with' when it comes to giving of food. My grandpa would mutter some vulgarities in Hokkien when she tries to beg him for food.

He always tells me about this Hokkien saying "lai gao kee ngiao". Direct translation "come dog go cat". If your cat goes away and never comes back, it represents good luck. Actually I also think that it means your cat has got knocked down and is lying dead somewhere. And if you adopt a dog, it also means good luck, thus the dog come cat go theory.

But my grandpa doesn't like the new dog, Didi. Didi has a white neck and looks like he's an English lady wearing those fur coat around his neck during winter. Ahgong doesn't like the white neck, or the tip of his tail, that weirdly has a few strands of white hair, as well as his four paws that are white. I think it's downright cute. Don't you think that four-legged animals that have white paws make them look like they're wearing boots? But my grandpa says it means your good luck would flow away, "lao zai" as they say in dialect.

Yea I know many of you have not seen his tail before, so here's a photo I took a pretty long time ago when Mr. Meow was inspecting Didi (newcomer) and deciding whether she should allow him into our household.








Notice that few weird strands of white hair at the tip of his tail? Haha. Yes it looked so weird that Mr. Meow was quite intrigued by it.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 7:26 pm

Fashion? What!

Tuesday, January 11, 2005

So sorry for not blogging for the past few days. But if you really want to count, I've only not blogged for two miserable days so it ain't THAT long.

Today I want to talk about a growing trend among people of our age.

I remember looking at the wedding photos of my parents. My dad look so 'IN' with his huge flair bell-bottom pants. In those days, it was "the bigger the better" for the diameter of the bell-bots. It was hilarious to me because bell-bottoms are so OUT now.

Then what is today's equivilant of yesterday's bell-bottoms? Low waist jeans, without a doubt.

Low WAIST jeans is not called low WAIST for nothing. Yes, it's supposed to be worn LOW but don't forgot, its worn on the LOW WAIST.

Don't wear it at the level where everyone can see your butt crack.

Cindy's new theory of life is: No matter how pretty or gorgeous or handsome you are, your butt crack sucks. So does everyone's.

This especially applies to some girls who think they have the most attractive, seductive and sexy butt crack in the whole entire universe. I remember Xiang and I ate at Burger King (Peninsular) this once and it was a horrific experience. There was this girl, whose butt crack was ALREADY exposed by almost half.

Can you imagine how much such a sight spoils your appetitite? To make things worse, she stood up, NOT to adjust her pants higher, but to pull it further down. For one split second I thought she was going to take off her pants in front of us or something. What the fug was she trying to do man! Make us puke?

I think for the next few days, I am going to wear my glasses to school and do this to every butt crack exposer I see in school:


Photo courtesy of www.passionup.com


So, in order to be fair to both sexes, I will stop pointing my finger at the girls when it comes to low waist. Let's talk about the guys this time. (And you think the girls are bad enough.)

Turns out that the worse comes from STREET STYLE.. the evolution of 'Grunge' style, which somehow is not as 'street' as its supposed to be.

When we talk about STREET, tell me.. what is supposed to come to your mind? Drugs? Gangs? Sex? All sorts of criminalistic acts? A town full of complicated people? Ya. Things like that I guess.

But, whoa! Wait a minute! This Neighbourhood shirt, one of the model brands of what the guys term as 'Street', costing up to few hundred dollars? Kiss my a$$ before I even consider parting with my money for a piece of cloth!

And all my life I thought 'street' was a kind of style where you get by with life on the money that you have, not splash hundreds on a piece of cloth! Indeed the world has changed.

And I'm sure some of you walk down Orchard Road you'd spot this kind of guys in shirts with sizes too huge for their own body frame. They usually wear a cap, has a ring on one of their pierced ear, with great expensive-looking sneakers, and, one of the impossible-to-miss signs: Low jeans.

Low jeans that are soooooooo low, it is BELOW their butt. Sure it exposes their undies (usually some kind of branded boxers), but WHAT is the point?

These super super low jeans make them walk like they have huge balls between their legs!! Don't you feel so tempted to run up to them to give them a violent vicious kick to their you-know-where so that they can walk properly and HOPEFULLY with their pants up? My expectations are not high. I don't expect them to wear their pants so high it touches their chest.

Enough about the general lifestyles of others that I shouldn't even give a damn about.

Let's talk about Princess today shall we? Yes. Princess aka Mr Meow.

Apparently, our Mr. Meow has three boyfriends outside. I wonder how the hell she manages it, but she did.

Boyfriend #1: The first known boyfriend. A few blog entries ago you heard me mention about it. It's the stray cat running away from her in sheer terror. Ya. Most of my family members have already spotted it hanging around our house. His colour is black and white. Used to belong to the ex-owner of this house. Nicknamed "Sylvester".

Boyfriend #2: Lives directly opposite my house in the longkang. A white and orange tabby, made up of mostly whites actually. Pretty big for a cat. Terrified of humans. I always see it sleeping under the drain when I walk home from school. Unsure of whether it's really a boyfriend of Mr. Meow's, but I'm pretty sure they do hang out with each other because I saw her walking towards that compound once.

Boyfriend #3: Latest boyfriend, and the most daring one. A full black cat, resembling that of a black panther/jaguar. Comes INTO our house every night to visit her ever since she brought him back once.

But let's all be reminded, it's already tough enough trying to juggle your friends, your school work and your boyfriend altogether. How on earth does my princess handle 3 boyfriends, lots of catfood and constant self-grooming all at the same time.

Needless to say, she was pretty stressed. As such, my friends.. Our dearest Mr. Meow tried to take her own life by jumping down the stair landing between my room and the second floor.



At that time, I was leaving my house for school and am in no mood to entertain her since I hate heels and I was supposed to be wearing it to school today. But, when I saw her motionless figure lying at the bottom, I dropped everything I was carrying (actually, I only dropped Chubby. . . )and dashed down the stairs towards my precious darling...



















Haiz, unfortunately, there are some people who read my blog who doesn't understand when I'm joking and when I'm not, so I have to take this chance to remind you all once again that Mr. Meow's suicide is JUST A JOKE. She was just sleeping down there of ALL places alright?

Once again, to reassure those who almost got a heart attack, I shall post a photo of Mr. Meow's trademark *ahem*. . the "WTF" look that she gives anyone who tries to wake her up from her afternoon naps...

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 6:24 pm

I-Guides oei... (trying to make this a long blog)

Saturday, January 08, 2005

Right. People, please let me do some advertising on behalf of Temasek Polytechnic.

February 17 18 19 are our openhouse dates. Please feel free to come down regardless or not whether you are coming to poly to further your education.

Today was I-Guides' first orientation workshop. Boy was it fun, as usual, although it started out quite slow causing many people to leave halfway through. I-Guides is SUCH a fun organisation that I wonder what the hell the other students of TP are doing if they don't join I-Guides.

Yup. You know it's THAT good when I praise something like that.
Time passes so fast that in a flash, we played from 9.30am till the sky had darkened. Um.. 'darkened' as in AT NIGHT darkened. Not the going-to-rain 'darkened'.

There were the usual waterbombs, team spirit building games, cheers, cheers and more cheers. I won't go into details. TP-ians, YOU should join and feel the vibe for yourselves. Um.. but if you're those sissy-type, or 'princess' type, or the wind blows and you fly type, or bus brake too hard and your bones break type, I suggest you NOT to join.

Oh, and by the way, regarding yesterday's blog: NOT LONG MEH!? I feel not bad already ok! All your expectations SO high!

I think I'm a scatter brain. I can't talk about one thing for long because I will be tempted to bring in ANOTHER totally different subject, plus, my knowledge of one thing is always not enough for me to dwell on it for too long.

So here goes another totally different topic. I want to talk about one of the games that we had today during I-Guides that was blardy hilarious. Hmm.. come to think of it, ALL the games WERE hilarious.

There was this waterbomb game, all the group members had to queue up in a line and then throw water bomb BACKWARDS in the hope that the person standing behind you will catch it.

No good. I'm not a good thrower. Although I stayed 101% dry throughout the game because I'm a good catcher, I can't say the same for Lu Xia (If I didn't spell her name wrongly).

We weren't supposed to look behind when we threw the waterbomb backwards (otherwise defeats the purpose wouldn't it?). It's not just about accuracy when you throw it, it's also about the 'mo qi' that you have with that person, if you know what I mean.

Um, so sorry for non-Chinese friends, I don't know how to explain 'mo qi' in English. Any takers can help out by explaining it at tagboard? :D

Back to Lu Xia. I didn't turn around at all during the game. All I know was everytime I threw a bomb backwards, she screamed. Some of the main comm people who were there to spectate were going "Wa!" I finally turned around at the end of the whole game and there were broken plastic bags all over the what used to be beautiful-clean-shiney TP floor. See, told you I wasn't a good thrower.

Another game we played was called. . Well we weren't told the names of the game. What was important was that we know how to play it. Anyway, it involves vegetables (YUCKZ). Celery, to be exact.

The only good thing about celeries is that they smell nice. I was reminded of my Ahma's cooking when I smelt it. Oh yes, Ah ma's still in hospital by the way. Mum says she's making noise everyday because she wants to get out.

Back to celery game. We were supposed to stand in a circle and pass the celery around without using our hands. How did we do it? We 'giap' it between our knees. The results were hilarious. You imagine it visually. Don't hate me for not taking photos. Hate yourself for not joining I-Guides, haha!

And before I forget!!



This is a photo taken at First Avenue. That's the shop at TP that is managed and owned by Marketing. However, 'managed' is not the correct term for it. The whole blardy place is very dusty and was never open!! (except on certain timings *cough* During Openhouse*cough cough*) Sometimes it wasn't even open during Openhouse!

By the way, if you could see anyone clearly in the photo, it's Sharon doing the victorious twist and Shaozong is.. um.. losing calories on the underused treadmill.

How do I always think of what to write in my blog? Most of the time, it's things that happen all of a sudden that I blogged down here. Sometimes though, it's stuffs that I think of when I'm traveling to and from school.

Yes. Singapore, small as it is, can waste alot of my precious time when it comes to JUST traveling.

So, as I was waiting for the very long Bus 28 to come at Paya Lebar's bus-stop, I promised to remember to write this on my blog.

Alot of you use Yahoo! Briefcase right? Let me tell you this. Do not use it anymore because it can fail you at the time when you need it most. Just ask anyone from my class.

They'd tell you straightaway that that evil thing has gone cranky. When you need to print certain project stuffs or download your presentation powerpoint from your yahoo account, it disappoints you.

I had that experience once. I had forgotten to upload some interview crap into my email. I didn't panic. My face didn't turn white or anything. There ALWAYS was Yahoo! Briefcase The Hero... or so I thought.

Hey, why not... if you have a Yahoo! Briefcase account, try logging in now and tell me whether you have any problems. I couldn't have been the only one. From SZ's labtop, to all the different computers I used in the school's labs, to my own computer, to mum's computer, ALL had problems at one point or another at Briefcase.

This is one very long warning. But in short, JUST DON'T USE YAHOO BRIEFCASE! Unless the other file uploading providers are dead or something. Or unless you like the feeling of feeling sick in the pit of your stomach. When you know that your deadline is within an hour and your documents are at home! You know that kind of queasy feeling? I felt my blood pressure plunging and my knees were wobbly. Thankfully, I got a brother at home who could help me send all the crap. Thus today, my head is still on my neck and not on the floor rolling about.

Let me introduce you (again actually) to a law that is most familiar with TP-ians. Widely known as Murphy's Law.

Let me just show the 8 laws that students can mostly relate to on presentation day:

1.) Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.
2.) If there is a possibility of several things going wrong, the one that will cause the most damage will be the first one to go wrong.
3.) If anything just cannot go wrong, it will anyway.
4.) If you perceive that there are four possible ways in which something can go wrong, and circumvent these, then a fifth way, unprepared for, will promptly develop.
5.) Left to themselves, things tend to go from bad to worse.
6.) If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something.
7.) Nature always sides with the hidden flaw.
8.) Mother nature is a bitch.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 10:52 pm

Promised long blog

Friday, January 07, 2005

I thought I could rest well this weekend… Oh well. Have I-Guides training at tomorrow. The committee suddenly became super-efficient and alive at the very last minute and I received an email and sms (cheapskate! Through Singtel website one!) regarding meeting time/venue/attire. 3-in-1. Woot! I-GUIDES OEIiiii!

Next, I want to share with you all a story that I saw on those bulletin boards at Friendster. This is a copy-pasted story, with a small fraction having been edited by me. Two last credit for me to mention before you continue on with the story.

First is of course, the author of the story that you are going to read. The second? One of my very bestest friend in secondary school, Sharmela!! Yup. She’s the one who posted this story on the bulletin board, along with the title that states how dumb the girl in the story is. Read on to find out more :)

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tell your girlfriend/boyfriend how much they mean
to you and how much you love them. You'll never
know...this might be the last time.........
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Chinie is a typical college girl who enjoys life to the fullest. She loves her boyfriend so much and texts him every now and then.

JM is Chinie's boyfriend who works in a call center in Ortigas. He's always busy doing so many things. He only manages to reply to Chinie's
texts when he got off from work.

One time JM receives a message from
Chinie: "hi baby! how r u? miss u! call me when u come home k?! tc! lovu!"

JM ignored the message because he always received the same message whenever it is time for him to go home from work.

"baby,i miss u already! did u eat yet?! Take care when u go home! ill be w8ing 4 ur call. lovu!"

"baby,where r u?! u're not replying to my msg. well,ill b here w8ing for ur call! lovu!"

JM reaches home and lay on his bed. The last time he knew is that he's reading Chinie's text. He was so tired he fall asleep and wasn't able
to return Chinie's call. He can still hear his phone beeps but he's too tired to take a glimpse on the message.

When he woke up the next day, he remembered that he needs to call Chinie. He ignored the messages and dialed Chinie's #. No one's answering in her
house. He called up her cellphone and he was surprised that her father answered the call. In his voice you can feel his tears and hear his heart tearing apart.

"JM, why didn’t you call just now? Chinie's been waiting for u!"

"Dad, sorry, I was tired so I fell asleep. I called at home but no one answered. Where are you now?."

"Just wait for us at home"

JM went to Chinie's house and much to his surprised he saw a lot of people inside. The house were so lighted but you can see the gloom on every person you'll meet there. He was greeted by Chinie's mom on tears. She hugged him tight and cried on his shoulders.

"Chinie was waiting for you. she didn’t go out with us cos she was waiting for your call. She was killed last night by some robbers who came in here. She's gone JM, she's gone"

"Ma, Chinie texted me last night.. How could that have happened?!"

JM can't look who's inside the coffin. He can't move and it feels like his whole body is stucked on the chair he is seating. He wanted to cry but it seems that something is blocking his tears to fall down. He turned to his phone and read the messages of Chinie.

"baby, ill be w8ing for u to call. i wont go out
with dad anymore!"

"baby, im scared. i think theres som1
downstairs. pls call me already!"

"baby, they’re here. wat if they kill me.
pls call me. baby where r u? i need you
here now. please baby i can hear them
come..."

"baby.... i love you!..."

He wanted to shout and cry so loud. It's true that Chinie is waiting for his call. Up to her last breath she only thinks about him.

He stared at Chinie inside the coffin. Suddenly tears starts flowing down his cheeks. He can't say anything. The only words he uttered...

"My baby,i'm so sorry! If I had known, I could have fought for you! I'm really sorry! I love you so much!"

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Now, post this right after you've read it.. If u don't
something bad will happen 2 your loved one..!

-----------------------END OF STORY

Now now. I shall give you all a five minute break, while you lean back in your computer chair, and LAUGH YOUR HEAD OFF!

The author of this story is all out to entertain us man. What kind of chain letter is this! By the way, please please please, don't believe in them. Irritating shitty things that flood our mailbox. Luckily my hotmail's been upgraded to 250mb so that it can tahan such chain letter rubbish although luckily NONE of my contacts send me any, hehe (yes, I am trying to hao lian.. credits to Chengyew for the email space upgrade).

Imagine if my intellect was as LOW as that girl's. I'd sms Xiang like every minute of the day and go:

"Xiang, I'd wait for you at YOUR house downstairs. I won't call you. I will just keep sms-flooding your phone until you eventually come down."

"Xiang! There's a stupid stray dog following me! I'm so scared! Help! I'd wait for you to call me right here!!"

"I'm so scared Xiang! Where are you? I'd still wait for you at your void deck!"

But, dumb as I am. . If Xiang really still doesn't appear. . . .

"Xiang! I've kicked that fugging dumb dog and locked him in the rubbish chute chamber! You are ********** late and I am SO going to kill you when I see you later. Now get your a$$ down now!"

Haha, just kidding.

By the wayz, haha, I know I promised this to be a long blog. This IS long, though not all hand-typed by me, haha. I guess the stupidity of the story is good enough to humour you for the day.

Note the last part? The crap that if you don't forward the message something will happen to your loved ones? Stupidity. I curse that person who typed that. Whom, I guess, was probably swept away by the Tsunami already?

Maybe the Tsunami could have came in a smaller wave so that the total death toll would be ONE only, instead of the thousands and thousands and thousands. I won't mention the number cos my guess is that it probably will never be accurate. There are so much people unaccounted for because some of the entire families just died altogether.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:56 pm

BuSy

Thursday, January 06, 2005

Projects deadlines getting closer. Stressful enough since Day 1 of this semester.

Plus, the I-Guides commitee has left me stupified. They sent me an email, and ONLY me, an email, informing me that the meeting time is at 9.30am.

No statement of WHERE to meet. No hint of what we will be doing. No form of knowing what kind of attire we are supposed to turn up in (bikini??).

Plus, NONE of my other friends who signed up together with me that day had received anything. Oh well, guess I'd just devote more time worshipping my projects.

I just came back from Tan Tock Seng hospital. Ah Ma is going to get warded in again.

People always say, the worst pain in the world is when your child dies before you do. . so have I also observed from the trend; she is always admitted in right before Chinese New Year ever since my uncle, her first child, passed away 4 years ago.

I was quite pissed when my auntie told me what the nurses said. They say they had to do tests all over again because they have none of my grandmother's records with them.

Thus, making me stupified for the second time in a day. My grandma was warded 5 times within 3 years in that very same hospital and they tell me they don't have her record?

"We might have it, but it could have been lost anyway, or sometimes you write wrong name so it dosen't match what we have in the database."

Yea yea. I thought these names come directly from scanning the NRIC. Where the hell did the writing come in? Pissed. Inefficient. Tired from project, I was prepared to take a baseball bat to whack anyone dressed in a uniform there.

I won't blog anymore for today. Saving some space for tomorrow's long blog. I promise to write it, please promise you'd read it too, haha! Don't make me type so much for nothing, the feeling sucks!

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 10:05 pm

I'm a slave 4 u...

Tuesday, January 04, 2005

Yes yes. We ALL are.







Slaves to Didi of course. Who else do you think!!? Naughty naughty!! Haha

Please. Let me warn all of you about getting dogs with sharp mouths; they bark ALOT! Ok, so Didi doesn't bark, but he whines. And when he does, it is SO irritatingly high-pitched. It starts with soft whimpering sounds that makes you look at him.

He uses his mouth to push you to do what he wants, such as feeding, taking him for walks, scratching his back etc. If you ignore his requests, this soft pitiful whimpering turns to louder more irritating pitches of whining.

Whimper Whine BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK!

What the hell! The bark is like so high pitched it makes even your armpit's goosebumps stand! Imagine that!

Today is also the Lim's Family's Jealous Day. It's a festive occasion just like Christmas where everyone gets jealous of each other. For example. . .

Cindy gets jealous of Chubby cos Chubby doesn't need to go to school, Chubby doesn't need to do so many projects, and most importantly, Chubby can sleep late or sleep the whole day if he wants to.




Yea. Lucky lives some dogs have. But we must bear in mind that some dogs are not as lucky. Which is why SPCA exists. Screw those animal abusers. And of course, screw all third parties too. How can I forget to scold them :)

And some of the more obvious jealousy that is happening lately. .






Kilo is jealous because Didi, the new dog, is able to wander around inside the house. However, Didi, the new dog, is jealous because Kilo gets to stay outside and pee whenever and wherever he wants to. Tsk tsk, the irony of life!

And other jealousy cases include:






Please excuse the blur photo. It was quite dark and I had no choice but to use night mode. This jealousy also took place. Stupid Mr. Meow slipped out of the gate to go on her nightly prowls for my neighbour's house's cockroaches.

Somehow, in order to show the dogs how cats are more superior, she slipped under the gate and sat outside the gate proudly while the three dogs stared at her in pure dogified amazement. Chubby was one of them.

I hope some of you would show your appreciation at this. . I did my very very best to capture a photo of all of the three dogs hanging out together after dinner. And this was my best shot of how close and brotherly my dogs felt together. . .




















Ya, ok, so they weren't THAT close. But show some appreciation alright? I was sticking like Spider-woman to the wall just to take this shot of Chubby's beautiful head, Didi's seductive sideview, and of course, KILO'S SEXY DRUM-STICK-CLONED LEFT THIGH!

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 8:23 pm

Pillow? Where?

Sunday, January 02, 2005

Yea. My Smelly Pillow. The very proud name of this blog that you are currently reading right now. I've started this blog for a few months already.

"But where the hell is the pillow?" some of you ask.

It's with me. Obviously!

My Smelly Pillow, affectionately known as 'chou chou' ('smelly smelly' in chinese), is a baby pillow that has been with me since I was born. Everyone has it at some point in time. The difference is when did you get rid of yours.

Why should we get rid of it? Sure there's nothing to be proud about lugging your baby pillow all around the place when you are 18 years old, but then again, there is nothing to be ashamed about it.

I CAN sleep without my chou chou. But I can't sleep well.

I brought it to camp. I brought it to my Genting trip. I wasn't ridiculed mercilessly probably because everyone had theirs too. R10 saw it. Hell, they even fooled around with it, throwing it at each other's face (much to my disgust because it 'disrupts' the wonderful smell emitted by my chou chou).

In fact, I think I'm going to bring it to my marketing trip! Muaha! Just kidding. I guess I won't this time. Sharon would probably abuse it or something. People from Dragon Boating are not to be trifled with.

Here's a bonus. A photo of my pillow. The red/yellow thing near Chubby's butt.



Yea, there are people who laughed, saying chou chou is so flat. According to my memory, it was FLAT as long as I could remember as it was made of layers of sheep fur, that without a doubt, had been pressed flat by my heavy head when I was a baby.

My chou chou itself brings back memories. From when I was drooling as a baby, and yes, just to answer your question it DID absorb my drool, my tears, my mucus my everything, including dropping into the toilet bowl once (I won't go into details cos I've wrote about it before).

Up till when I started to learn how to walk and I was clutching it in this baby photo that I don't want to put up. Let's just say I'm an ugly baby.

No photos of my chou chou alone cos it's so flat, and she's not photogenic to be photographed alone. Yea man. It's a SHE!

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 5:40 pm

Need Sleep!! SLEEP!

Saturday, January 01, 2005

I was quite irritated this morning. I was having those I-GOT-A-HEAVY-HEAD headache. Probably caused by lack of sleep over the past few weeks (I hate projects!).

Last night was a night that I had been eagerly anticipating. The night when I could sleep until the next day's afternoon!

No way! All because of this stupid thing called Technology. And Technology's stpuid thing called handphones!

It was exploding with SMS-es all the way till 2am!

I was so deep in sleep that I didn't hear a call from Xiang at 3am. But then I was rudely awaken by even more weird friends who sms-ed me at 5am till 7am saying "HAPPY NEW YEAR!" Yea yea, Happy New Year my foot. I couldn't even enjoy a good night's sleep on the very first of January 2005.

I eventually woke up at 2pm.

Then my dad told me that this man climbed a coconut tree to escape from the Tsunami, but unexpectedly one of the coconut from the tree dropped onto his head and the poor guy fell into the turbulent waves.

I was like "Oh my Gawd! Really ar!?!?"

Dad: "No lar! You siao ar!"

Barely awake, I couldn't tell that it was one of my dad's imaginery joke.

Brought Didi to my aunt's house today. In the car he was acting all weird. Making very sharp-pitched whining noises that didn't sound good at all in an enclosed car.

Suddenly, I realised how blessed I was to have Chubby as my dog. Chubby was all well-behaved lying beside my leg like an angel. I swear I could even see the glowing halo behind his head.

Didi, the stupid noisy one kept on whining all the way to my aunt's house. Non-stop.

On the way home in the car, he even adjusted the rear view mirrors by standing over the buttons on the control board area and adjusted my mum's chair until her seat was almost 180 degrees horizontal.

Mum wasn't aware of anything at first. She didn't notice where his paws were leaning against, so she was like SO shocked and kept on shouting in the car "EH! What happening!? WHy my seat going down!?"

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:01 pm