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Sick.. Finally

Monday, February 28, 2005

Weeks and weeks of rushing of projects has taken its toll on my body. Sometimes I really just hate life. Of all times, I fall sick right before all the deadlines are going to end. So when everyone is partying poor me is stuck at home. Tell me about it...

Here's some recap on the day's event:

I was running around with a nose similar to that of a leaking tap wearing stupid ridiculous heels that we always had to wear for formal presentations. At the same time I was trying to avoid Ray as she was trying to bite my hand. Yea, I guess that's what stress can do to your project-mates!

After presentation we realised that we had lost Sharon's Sister's tortoise. A very cute softoy tortoise (Msg to Dickson: IT IS NOT BULBARSAUR!).

Turtle says: "I AM NOT BULBASAUR!! MISTER BULBASAUR IS FIERCE AND UGLY AND I AM CUTE AND INNOCENT!!"

Eventually we managed to find the tortoise. Some kind soul must have found it and hung it up on the wall.

And then in the canteen I balanced a tray of three drinks and 3 packets of ikan bilis with loads of sweet whie running back to my seat to 'blend in with the crowd' because Cheryl's attempt to bury our French Fries with pepper ended up creating a shape of the plate on the table because the pepper was sprinkled ALL OVER. Come to think of it, don't you think that sound like a very bad case of junk food fetish?

After that, my headache made me delirious. While doing our individual journal in class for Advertising & Promotions today, when teacher expressed her wish for us to do it in mindmap format, I wrote a whole composition about my dog to her. I figured out since she like dogs too, she might give me some marks (I'm obviously kidding about the dog part but I really did a composition format!).

More to come. I'm feeling drowsy from all the panadols and Vitamin C.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 10:13 pm

Sunday, February 27, 2005

We LOVE presentations!!!.. yea rite...

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 5:17 pm

Farewell #Socks_Jar

I've deleted mIRC from my computer already. I've not used it since June last year so I guess it's just taking up precious space on my computer.

Which means, subsequently within the next 30 days, my channel and my registered nick will also soon be no-more. As such, this blog is 50% dedicated to my dearest mIRC channel.

I remembered when my friends were asking me to download MSN Messenger, my first thought was: mIRC is enough! Who knows that few years down the road I would be using MSN and deleting my mIRC. As they say, nothing is constant in life except change.

When I was still in Bendemeer Secondary, I was obsessed with Manchester United. Actually, the obsession was specifically with their striker Ole Gunnar Solskjaer, dubbed as Super Sub by many newspapers. Being the mIRC fanatic that I was, I decided to open a channel called #Solskjaer. It was a failed attempt. Not just ONE attempt but I think five or six.

There wasn't enough 'loyal followers' that constantly parked in my channel as not all of them use the auto-join features provided by mIRC and most importantly, to them, the channel name was VERY DIFFICULT TO SPELL!

Being the considerate person that I am, I decided to add a kind of twist to Solskaer's name to make it 'easier' to remember for the average non-Solskjaer fan. With Miao Juan and Sharmela's help, we thought up of many different variations until I eventually settled on Socks_Jar. A jar full of socks. It kind of sticks to your head doesn't it? Ok, maybe not for you, but for me lah, happy?

As such, #Socks_Jar was registered. But as you know registering channels on mIRC is no easy task. You have to park your nick there online for like 2 WHOLE weeks or so before Q actually comes in (I don't want to explain too much, I'd just cross my fingers and hope all of you understand the regular procedures that takes place in mIRC). But for the sake of some mIRC noobies who don't know anything Q comes in means # registered already. Hmm.. do mIRC noobies even exist today?

That all took place when I was Secondary 4, during that very exciting period where we were studying almost non-stop for the approaching O'Level examinations. Yes, WHAT a great time to worry about channel registration right?

I must name some credits here. Mainly, my 'granddad' Quek Guiquan who eventuall got a bot on mIRC and made it parked non-stop at my channel. However, there was one irritating factor, sometimes it just refuses to grant me an @ on my OWN channel!

Next, was my best online friend, Chen Weixiang. We all know what eventually happened to him, which is why I put WAS my online pal.

I am going to clean my room now because some of my projectmates are coming over. Will blog later on tonight if I feel like it. See ya all tonight :) Muackzzzzzzzzz .. my Chubby lah. Hahaha!!!

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 12:34 pm

Long-awaited Saturday!!
Saturday, February 26, 2005

Been so busy the whole week, I welcomed the weekend with open arms. . .

And went shopping. Wanted to go Weiping's shop but then somehow found myself cash-less after I bought the stupid cordless phone. Anyway I will return soon with Amanda and her obsession with the voodoo dolls. Yes, Amanda, I always forget to tell you but Weiping has just returned from her second trip to Bangkok with 100 voodoo dolls. Take your pick.

Next, I brought Chubby out so that he can crap. He walked all the way out to the main road so I stopped by for a chat with a new cat I saw. It was quite a nice one. White with patches of orange, and one patch of black only on the nose. Looks as if someone tried to stick a piece of charcoal up its nostril before, but you get the whole idea.

The security guard who took care of it was asking me if Kilo is my dog. I said yes and he told me the whole story of how he always sees Kilo wandering around without any one and how he would try to help us by keeping it in the guard house yet when any car entered and the gates had to open, Kilo would run out. At this point in my mind, I was thinking: NO WONDER sometimes when we have like 3 cars driving around the neighbourhood looking for the dumb dog, we just could NOT find him!

Turns out that when Kilo goes out, he not only does stupid things like seating at the bus-stop with other people and pretend that he's waiting for the bus, he also attemps to cross the road. Just the other day, my relatives came over for a refreshing mahjong session. When it was 2am and they were about to leave the house, we finally realised that Dumb Dog Kilo was missing.

Panic soon ensued and anxiety overwhelmed the entire household. Everyone grabbed a piece of bread and ran out of the house so that when they find him they could.. um.. 'seduce' him home with the bread.

My cousin soon called and said they found Kilo by the road junction. His collar had slipped out so there was nothing they could do to hold him, except for my uncle who got out of the car and threw himself on the dog to pin him down.

And what was Kilo doing there? .. Well, sitting by the road waiting for the pedestrian light to turn green.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:11 pm

Time Flies
Friday, February 25, 2005

I used the new bag today. Everyone said it's too big :( But oh, what the hell, big can put alot of things, rather than small bag cannot put anything. Yes, I'm consoling myself. Hehe. Remember my promise not to let it touch the floor? Well I broke that promise.. for about 3 seconds.

Thankfully I got alot of buddies that read my blog, so some reminded me like this: "ARE YOU SURE YOU GONNA PUT THAT ON THE FLOOR?"

And then next. Some idiotic !@#$%^&!@# threw a bomb at Kilo. No, I don't mean Cheryl's camera whose timer sounds like a bomb going off. I mean those type in silver bags. You press, it inflats itself and then goes POP! with a loud sound. Ya, those types that stupid irritating kids always play with (including me).

But this is no joke when it comes to MY dog. or dogs, for that matter. That bugger better don't let me catch him/her in the act, though I feel it most probably is done by some poor lonely anti-social kid or adult wandering aimlessly and have nothing better to do.

Well if I see him, here's what I might do. Who says you DON'T KNOW how to drive without a car license. I would drive out the lancer and knock down that idiot down. And then, with great steering abilities I would make sure that I roll over the fallen figure non-stop with every one of the tyres of the car.

Eventually when the police comes to clear up the mess, they will have to scrap him off the road. Hmmpf! How's that for throwing bombs at my Kilo. He's a stupid and dumb dog I know, but that's why all the more you shouldn't scare him right?

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 8:34 pm

Dying plant
Thursday, February 24, 2005

Yes. Dflower is dying soon. At least I think so. Maybe I'd give it a few more days to determine whether it really is dead.. or not.

Which reminds me about today. Went to school and discovered that all my mates were going to be late. So I made the very wonderful suggestion of doing project at my house since *ahem* one of the groupmate had just got a car and we thought that we would do him a favour by testing his driving skills.

Then bought this slipper pendant from Huat at the very fantastic price of $4 because it was part of leftover stock from Thailand (I think). Thanks for the intro Leon! And Xiang was SO smart to recognise it as 'Glass Shoe' although the pendant really IS a shoe, but not made of glass (awwwwww..).

Back to the driving thing. Guess what, because we were so engrossed in talking about project, projectmate driver did not even notice that the traffic light had already turned green until it turned back red.

When we finally reached my place, the particular projectmate (whom I guess, prefers to remain anonymous, although almost all Marketing people all know who he is; he's the only guy in our group) decided that he would reverse into the compound instead. It took a while of adjusting, where Cheryl was seemingly laughing her head off while sitting in the car. But let's just face the facts alright. A car is a car. Even if you take a long time to adjust it is a fact that you, this lucky *TOOT* still have a car.

Next, Sharon and Rachel reached. We then went to my room to cheong the projects. The next interesting thing happened. Sharon was hurling vulgarities at a mosquito that was flying around her. She then tried to kill it. Missed.

Second attempt, she gave it a hard whack and BAM! mosquito died on the spot against the wall. Yes, she slapped it AGAINST the wall. So you could see all the.. all the.. you-know-what. Now I am ABSOLUTELY disgusted with killing of any sorts of living thing. Even ants! Imagine an ant is in the shape of a human. And when you kill it, it is a human lying down there on your kitchen floor. In fact, if what you killed was a great colony of ants, then what you have is seemingly a mass suicide group of human beings lying around your kitchen. Isn't that sick to the core?

But, being the realistic person that I am, I soon got over it, plus she did help me clean up. After all, Sharon DID do me a favour by killing a bloodsucker that would otherwise have fed on my blood had she not put an abrupt end to its life. Lol!

Next, after they all went home, Xiang, after making alot of fuss over everything, decided to come over. I am openly complaining about him because I know that whenever I blog alot for a day's entry, he gets too lazy to bother to read through every single word, haha. So, let's hope he doesn't notice this paragraph.

But that sweetie idiot bought me a new bag, which explains all the fuss he was making, cos he kept calling and asking me when he can come over (he's EXTREMELY shy around strangers). Although it wasn't the fourskin bag I wanted, but I figured that it's nice enough, so I am going to use it proudly tomorrow as if I am bringing our national flag to school. It shall not touch the floor. And most importantly, it shall never be stained with any form of urine. EVER!

Ok, in order to realise my dream of owning a Nokia 6630, I am now going to take on the brave and honourable task of going to my parents to ask... ok.. actually to just drop a hint that it's about time I change my phone (my plan's ending you see). Here goes. Wish me luck ok? Unless it is a positive outcome, or else I shall not report anything on my blog. LOL!

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 8:55 pm

Good Night

Before I retire to my bed everyone, I would like to say a last Happy Chinese New Year since today is the last day of CNY. Um, actually that 'last day' was over 27 minutes ago. Oh what the heck, it's the thought that counts...

I have nothing much to say about today, except compliment my project group. GREAT JOB PEEPZ! KEEP IT UP! We have like one thousand more presentations to go!!!!! And we would certainly have NO choice but to STOP feeling nervous during presentations because we're going to become numb to it.

And yes, we would have to challenge the unthinkable. We .. would have.. to.. present.. WITHOUT OUR CARDS! Hehehe, I guess by doing that we will somehow impress the teacher-in-charge.

But ya, it will feel naked when you are presenting and not holding anything in your hand.

Ok, right on to some unimportant stuffs. I've been noticing the roads these days, and I must say that if one day I ever have a motor license, I will print one bunch of sticker and going around, sticking it on certain cars.

And this is what the bumper sticker would read:

"This fugtard does not know how to signal before turning. Please point your middle finger at driver whenever you feel like it!"

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 12:27 am

Kiosk #2
Tuesday, February 22, 2005

This is the second time we opened our kiosk for our Retail Management project. The objective was to get rid of the stocks. Sell finish. Sell at a loss even if you have to, but JUST GET RID OF EVERYTHING!

As usual, our beautifully decorated cart. . .

But as with all things, behind-the-scenes is a totally different thing. . .

Such as the 1st Avenue storeroom that Marketing students keep our everything inside. With the kiosks setup, the whole room became messed up and looked like this:

Plastic bags strewn everywhere.. even our own bags are just thrown onto the floor while we kaypo here and there and try to force people to buy our goods. Lol! You know I'm just kidding!

Ya. You could say we were desperate. As opening kiosks is a very tiring affair, we had an early break. No project meetings after kiosk was closed.

But it was partly because we had more important things to do: Buy blue spaghetti stripe for our Advertising & Promotions presentation on Thursday!

Before we left, while the group was still discussing what to do when we get home tonight, I noticed some smoke in the distance.

Saw? It got darker and darker until it totally looked like some kind of tornado/hurricane that is traveling towards Temasek Polytechnic.

Cheryl, Ray and I then took 65 to Tampines Central to go SHOPPING!! Passed by the bush fire that was causing all the hoo-ha. Apparently the fire had spread SO BADLY and yet when our bus passed by the area, the firemen had only JUST arrived. So much for efficiency. Or is it the attitude of Singaporeans where 'you thought I called, I thought you called' that caused the delay?

Believe me, it's MUCH nearer than you see from the photo.

And throughout all the things that happened as stated above, I was stuck with a plant. With due credit awarded to Sharon's mother who planted it. A red flower.

I hope it doesn't die. So now the latest activity of my blog would be to follow its growth. Well, I'd be realistic. Either follow its growth, or follow its death, cos the flower wasn't exactly prepared for travel. I mean, it was quite abused when I went shopping becomes sometimes I just throw my bags on the floor to go into the fitting rooms. And the flower IS in the bag.

Behold, ladies and gentleman, THE FLOWER!!!

In fact, since this flower was gotten due to decorating our cart, I have decided to knight it with an official name, Dflower (our kiosk name is D Art For Two). I didn't want to name one single stupid flower totally after the kiosk's name because it would be a bad sign if at the end of the day, the flower died. Haha!

Hey, do you people remember Minty? The mint plant. Val, you should remember Minty. It's the little baby mint plant that Hany got for me from our secondary school's science garden.

At that time, Minty had only 4 leaves. Well, right now, for the 8th time in Minty's lifespan, I had to cut it botak all over again so that it would grow out nicer. Well, at the end of my trimming process, this was what was left of BIG OVERGROWN Minty:

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 8:32 pm

Need a bag.
Monday, February 21, 2005

Yes. My blog title says it all. I.. NEED.. A .. BAG and this time it is not going to be some chapalang $18 bag that I always buy from Bugis Street (and haggle half the day just to get that precious $1 discount).

I realised that although my mother had given Mr. Meow away so long ago, she still lives on strongly in my heart. And in my current bag as well.

I don't know what took me so long to realise though. When I was on the bus on the way to school, I took out my phone to turn on the radio. The smell was godly. The unmistakable smell of CAT PEE.

I guess it is due to my mum fetching me to school for project meetings all the time that I didn't really noticed the smell coming from the bag. I always thought that the 'smelly smell' in the car was the result of Kilo pee-ing on the car tyres.

Now that I know, it was a bit too late. Going home during the peak hours proved to be very challenging. On 28, I was sandwiched between two very pretty and petite ladies who tried to stare me down whenever I touched my bag.

Thankfully my stop wasn't really that far away. I used my armpit to pin the bag down , and YES for goodness sake, it IS a shoulder bag, thus the armpits..(so that the smell won't escape and wreak havoc throughout the bus), and then hurriedly alighted.

That's all for today. I have many project stuffs to do.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 9:14 pm

Openhouse #3
Saturday, February 19, 2005

I suddenly became aware that Republic Polytechnic's three openhouse days also falls on the same day as TP's. I have nothing against the students of the school but am quite pissed when the advertisement for their Openhouse said they were the only school applying Problem-Based Learning. Like.. Hello?? Aren't ALL the polytechnics in Singapore using PBL in their lessons ALREADY?

Firstly I would like to clarify that.. there is no Openhouse Day #3 for me; I didn't turn up. The alarm rang and I had to get up, walk over to swtich it off since it was charging (alarm = handphone). Then I walked back to bed and sat there with my blanket around me.

Ya, those usual mornings that you can't wake up. My nose was 'bleeding' with mucus, and there seems to be a Great Wall of Phlegm stuck in my throat. I decided to sms all the I-Guides I know to tell them that I'm going to be MIA (Missing In Action) for today.

That was 6am. Almost immediately, many replies came back such as "Me too!" "Let's all go back to sleep!", "Ya, I'm not going too!" and "I actually already didn't feel like going!".

It's no wonder they said birds of the same feather flock together. Haha!

And the lousy quality of the shirt made it even more irksome to wear it around and run around the school and sweat in it. Some of the guides I talked to told me that after the Openhouse, they wouldn't keep it and re-wear it like last year's I-Guides shirt. They are going to tear it into pieces and use them as floor or table cloths. Sau Mun said she wouldn't do that as the shirt might scratch her glassware. LOL! Yes, imagine how sucky the shirt is.

Now let me go back to some sombre stuffs.

Yesterday on the way home, the car passed by SPCA. As usual, I was looking at it. It was already quite late at night yet there were three people standing along the main road directly outside the SPCA. Trying to flag a cab I suppose.

Two guys and a girl. And the girl was crying like there is no tomorrow. Needless to say, from where they are, you can roughly guess what they had just done. Probably put their pet to sleep or given it up for adoption since they are migrating or something.

First, let me state, I know lots of people who love their pets to bits but ONLY AN IDIOT would give it to the SPCA. Why? Cos if there are no one to adopt your darling Spot, Spot will be put down to sleep. The internet is buzzing with true and authentic animal-lovers who will not mind adopting your dog. Plus there are countless dog forums where you can even look for people who are able to act as temporary/foster owners.

Ok, before my overactive imagination get the better of me, we can treat it as simple as: Her dog ran out of the house. She couldn't find it. Went to the SPCA only to realise that SPCA did have her dog a couple of days back but it was put down to sleep already because (reasons reasons and reasons).

My guess was that the lady was the owner and the other two guys is her dad and boyfriend.

Now, the boyfriend was acting real stupid. In the split second before the car passed by, I was already wondering what the hell was he doing.

Guys, when your girlfriend is crying after being dealt with such a blow, it is only NATURAL that you put your arms around her and hold her tight right? (So what if her Daddy is right there, you ARE doing a favour by comforting his daughter.)

But oh no, that wasn't what Boyfriend did. He was putting his hand over the girl's mouth. Like.. WHY?

What for? Trying to suffocate her? We all know that when we cry we can't really breathe properly. We pant slightly and we gasp for air like fish out of water. Not to the point of hyperventilation of course, but we DO gasp for air.

Maybe she is crying noisily like those you hear in ghost shows but the sound is coming from the throat. Covering her mouth, her nostrils, her ears and even her eyes won't stop you from hearing it. Not like the sound is getting on anyone's nerves anyway. There were no houses directly near the SPCA.

Ok ok. Guess you get the idea. Sometimes I think SOME guys these days are.. No WONDER ang mohs are getting the Singapore girls and Singapore guys have to go Vietnam/China to find wives. Ooh, and may I add.. Batam too!

Oh, and I don't know if this is a Singtel problem or what, but don't you notice that it's getting more and more difficult to call someone? I mean, connect to their hp. It happens all the time when I'm most kan cheong. Like when I want someone to open the gates when I reaching home (No thanks to Chatuchak pickpockets, who stole my gate opener control!!!), somehow just can't call through no matter what.

And what about yesterday while running to and fro looking for Xiang and Shin while keeping tabs on my Sembawang Sec students. Couldn't call through to get Sau Mun like thrice! Heart was in my mouth because if I lose them I'm really going to end up in deep sh*t.

My eyes are glued to the current Channel 5 show: Random Hearts. It's about this guy (Harrison Ford) who lost his wife to an airplane accident. She boarded the flight apparently at the very last minute because of some work problems in Miami. The plane crashed and he realised that the company hadn't send his wife there at all. He started to unveil more and more evidence that proves that his wife is having an affair outside, with another married man whose wife is a politician (BIG prob!).

Enough said. It's back to the show I go!!!

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 1:20 pm

Openhouse #2
Friday, February 18, 2005

Today there were only 6,000 visits to our school's openhouse. That is like WAAAAAAY below what we expected. Quite saddening to know that you did so much and yet you didn't hit target. No wonder those celebrities always cry when they hit the NKF's targeted number of calls... I'm crying too :(

One more day and I can say tata to I-Guides until the next year's openhouse. Woot!

Seriously, now that I have attended 5 out of 6 If-Guides related activities, I can now officialy proclaim: IT IS NOT AS FUN AS LAST YEAR'S!!

Yea! Not even CLOSE! Take me for a good example. I'm a good-for-nothing TP student that do not mind leading a life of non-existence. Yet joining I-Guides last year made me swear to come back again this year. Imagine the magnitude of its attraction!

It's like one of the only thing that I did for a worthy cause; being a front-line ambassador of my school!

With it being Day #2, and with me already bringing Balestier ITE to the openhouse, I happily went to school today thinking that I could join the elite party of I-Guides: The Welcome Party.

This year, describing the Welcome Party as being the elite of the I-Guides is being quite disgraceful here. There are those who don't cheer, don't make noise, don't shout, don't scream and none of them acted like lunatics. How can you call them ELITE!?

Ok, then, as I wanted to say, I wanted to join the Welcome Party. But, I reached the school only to realise:

1) I had to take ANOTHER secondary school.

2) It was located at Sembawang.

That is enough bad news to make me want to go home. But what made me stay? The BRAINS that the I-Guides main commitee still possessed. They had grouped me together with 5 other guides (unlike yesterday I had to go solo at Balestier ITE).

And the 5 other guides were the bestest of bestest buddies that I could ever find in I-Guides: Sau Mun, Leon, Zixiang, and two new friends Munifah & Jayz. Yea I know, Jayz the name very cool right? Kinda like Jay-Z. His parents must be those really funky type of people. Of course the other guides were my best friends too, but I'm jus stating those general ones from MARKETING!

Hell yeah. I don't know how many times did I shamelessly advertised/promoted the Marketing course to the students of both Balestier and Sembawang. But that is not the point.

The point was that I hoped they enjoyed themselves during the Openhouse (which the Sembawang Sec students claimed they didn't enjoyed it at all). You can't really put the blame on anyone, cos there were so many people there to entertain, you can't really satisfy all of them. As what I remembered Fel once told me, the more you try to please everybody around you, the more upset they get. So that would mean entertain some of those Chosen Ones until they decide that there is NO other polytechnic that suits them better than TP (Hell Yeah!), whereas treat some of the others like sh*t. Haha!

Yes, no more Glass Shoes story. Ray bought a copy of 8 Days the other day that I eagerly flipped over to the synopsis page. Read what the hell was going to happen in the show for the next week's double episodes. Nothing interesting except Shanyu fell ill and Zhexiong carried and rushed her to the hospital (I won't miss that part!!).

Now, one thing unrelated to the above topic.. that I do NOT understand is.. Why the hell does Ray keep on calling me cockroach. Yong Guan, if you're reading this, I just want to tell you now I understand how you felt whenever I called you that. Except mine is probably worse because Ray sometimes threaten to whack me wif her Thai slippers.

After school, my parents and I went to Toa Payoh cos Mum wanted to buy her Olay moisturizer Re.. Re something. No, wait, I think the brand name is Ulay. Aiya! Whatever! I'm not working for that company anyway.

Afterwhich we stopped to refill at a petrol station. Dad got off the car while I gently asked Mum if she could fetch me back to the East side, to Bedok, so that I can collect my two plush Miffy softoys that I had bid on Yahoo Auction.

She asked me to ask my dad if he would do the driving since she can't see well at night. I said "Don't want lar! Later he KPKB..."

Mum asked: "What is KPKB?"

Me: "Don't say le. Very vulgar..."

Now at this part, I'm sure you all know what KPKB mean right? Unless you're not Singaporean.. Man, I think even Malaysians know what I am referring to. It's just an abbreviation!

Mum: "Does it mean (she said it in FULL) Knnb???"

Me: "!!!!!"

Wow. Vulgar mum I got here. She couldn't stop laughing when I explained it to her and told her how vulgar she was.

Right when we were on the PIE, she told my dad. My dad was like: "Wa! You say me will KBKP then I turn back to go home now."

He was joking of course. Then he started singing Teresa Teng's "Tian Mi Mi" while changing lanes everytime the three words were said in the song. Kinda like fooling around with the steering wheel. I guess if it was ME driving/singing/changing lanes and HIM sitting at the back, he'd whack me on the head with... a slipper.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 10:02 pm

Openhouse Day #1.
Thursday, February 17, 2005

Went to school at 8++am to set up cart. It's part of our school project for two subjects: Retail Management & Integrated Marketing Project 1.

I must say Sharon did a fantastic job. She deserves the credit for being the mastermind of the overall design that we had at the cart.

The naked cart.

Halfway done!

Fully Operational

Ok. So being a school bus guide meant that I had to return to Balestier ITE to take antoher bunch of students to the Openhouse.

Let me comment that today's class of Mechatronics students are a joy to bring around! The only problem would be that they kept on calling me 'Jie Jie' which made me feel real old so I was quite depressed for a long time.

And today, when we arrived at TP from Balestier, and were getting off the bus, I don't know but the security guard was trying to snatch my students away. Trying to lead them elsewhere. I was fighting to stay awake on the bus all the while so was stupified by the sight before me of the students and the guard talking to each other as they were explaining (on my behalf) "we supposed to follow I-Guide wat..!!"

I don't know what happened because the Welcome Party.. more like the Goody Bag party in-charge helped me settle everything and I hurriedly led the students away... to the toilet for their toilet break. LOL.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 10:39 pm

Open House AGAIN
Wednesday, February 16, 2005

Read the title.

Come to my school.

I am so tired!

I am typing in one-sentences the way I always do for my projects (lol).

Just came home.

Spent 12 full hours++ in school today.

Blardy tired.

Threw my soiled clothes into the toilet bowl instead of laundry basket.

Gawd.. life sucks...

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:00 pm

Openhouse. . .

Shall I care to remind you the oncoming Temasek Polytechnic Openhouse 2005 that will begin from 12noon on coming Thursday and Friday, and on 10am on Saturday.

People thing Iguides have it easy. They think we just take LoA and have the most fun in the entire Openhouse. Sure no doubt it is fun, but it is also tough work.

Imagine running around almost under the sun most of the time. And what if it was raining. My goodness. Running around under the rain. Hey, actually that sounds fun but not when you are expecting a total of 15,000 guests to turn up for your school's openhouse. You don't want them to see I-Guides running around in the rain like nobody's business.

Well today was Kiosk Day for my Thai trip buddies.

I shall include a picture of Kelvin and Zixiang, the walking advertisements for the day:

Aren't they sporting? Sometimes I am quite thankful that Xiang is not in my course or my project group. I would have to put a knife to his throat to make him do such a thing, not as if it's anything to be ashamed about. He just.. oh, nvm.

Oh, and before I forgot, today is Ren Ri. Direct translation: People's Day. According to the Chinese, today is everyone's birthday where everyone gets older by a year (I think I'm starting to dread birthdays.. hitting digit 2 soon.).

So...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVERYBODY!!!

Ok.

Of course during Ren Ri, everyone has a feast. We had steamboat today much to my annoyance. I HATE Steamboat! What is so nice about throwing bloody meat products into boiling water and then having to wait when you can just have all the foods cooked straightaway!!!

But then, having Steamboat is not about WHAT you eat. It's more of a WHO you eat it with that affects the mood. I didn't eat with anyone today :(

By the time I got home it was 8pm (no thanks to I-Guides meeting). Everybody had finished their dinner and I was eating all alone.

But no problemo. I have not showered my love on Chubby for nothing. As I've said before when he was a puppy... Chubby is NOT Chubby if he doesn't get himself into unnecessary trouble.. such as getting his head stuck in some container..

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 12:33 am

This is a Public Service Announcement.
Monday, February 14, 2005

Do you know that I went to TS VCD shop today to look for Glass Shoe. I thought maybe I could add abit of 'spoiler' parts on my blog to keep all of you entertained. Turns out that Glass Shoe was SOLDOUT!!! Just to check, I asked the price. A whooping $39.90!

Ok. I will blog more in 10 minutes' time. Chubby wants to go pee. Be Right Back!!

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There you go. Something always have to happen to disrupt my blogging. First and foremost, a Happy Valentine's Day to you irregardless of whether you are attached or not. Whoever said unattached people can't celebrate Valentine's Day is an obvious selfish unattached fool.

Glass Shoe continued:

Val, you don't need to be confused because in my very long and naggy synopsis of Glass Shoe, there is only ONE a$$hole and ONE b*tch. They make up two of the three baddies in the show. The third one is their daughter.

So when Shanyu got into trouble, in the struggle to free herself from a$$hole, she dropped the ring with her name (her mother's name, actually). The one thing that could prove her identity to Taixi.

Somehow, of all days, Taixi got wind that her real blood sister was raised by the couple at the eatery (which is a$$hole and b*tch). So she went to find them. By the greatest of all great luck, Shengxi happened to be there. And since she was around the same age as Shanyu, she used the ring to 'pass off' as Taixi's long-lost sister, claiming that she had lost her memory thus did not wait for her by the road that day.

(Marketing research surveyed shows that Fel is the only one reading Glass Shoe synopsis, so Fel, this whole chunk that I typed these days is dedicated to you wor!)

There are, of course, some funny parts of the show that I did not add due to me knowing that not many people read.

But I remember there was once Shanyu wanted to wake Zhexiong up. She and Zhexiong's grandma were going to the market to buy groceries and Shanyu thought that as a unemployed guy, he should be accompanying them to go and help carry the heavier stuffs. Zhexiong, a sort of good-for-nothing lazy bum (but he's extremely sweet towarsd Shanyu) refused to wake up. Shanyu gave him 3 seconds to get up and told him don't regret. He didn't give a *toot* so Shanyu pulled the blanket, not knowing that SOMEONE sleeps in the nude.

As expected, she screamed and ran out of the room while Zhexiong's father and grandma was wondering what the hell happened. Zhexiong followed behind, wrapped only with the blanket and screamed "Shanyu WTH were you doing!!" And Shanyu's best reply?? "So what? Not like there's much things for me to see anyway.." in front of Zhexiong's guffawing dad and grandma.

Now there is this very important part. When they were small, and Taixi had lost her sister, apparently she got acquainted with this young boy of her age, called Zhang Zaihe. They became steadys, I presume, and promised each other that they would get married when they grew up. Zaihe grew up and proved himself to be a capable young man, thus he was employed to work in Director Jin's (Taixi's grandpa) company.

But unknown to all of them, Zhang Zaihe was out for revenge. He wanted to gain full control of the company because in his opinion, Director Jin stole the company from HIS grandfather. Director Jin indirectly did such a cunning act, but that was when he was young and he didn't know better.

Losing the company was such a big blow to Zaihe's grandfather that he suffered a heart attack and died that very night after signing the documents that made Director Jin the new owner of the company.

Somehow Zhang Zaihe got to know Director Jin better by working under him. He came to understand that Director Jin sometimes did reproach himself for doing such a ghastly act. He decided not to be together with Taixi any more because all the while he was using her to try to take over the company (marry her and the company will eventually become his after Director Jin dies). But because it was for the sake of revenge, he decided he didn't want such a peaceful ending. But part of the reason was also because he kinda likes Taixi and doesn't want to hurt her, so to leave her earlier would save her much heartache.

Now let's talk about Shengxi that stupid idiotic girl. Being known as Jin Yunxi, which is the real name of Taixi's blood sister, it meant she is a rich girl. (Let's still call her Shengxi. While Li Shanyu will be called as Li Shanyu) Sheng xi was chauffeured everywhere with credit cards to spend spend spend. Her craving for the rich life away from the eatery made her lie.

In order to confirm that Li Shanyu has no inkling of her past, she went to find Li Shanyu at her workplace. At that moment in time, Shanyu was working at some mobile service provider shop where she was in charge of doing odd jobs such as giving out pamphlets at the entrance of the door, and packing the boxes of handphones that were kept in the storeroom. But she did not have to do the pamphlet distribution for long at the entrance because Zhexiong and his kar-kee, Xiuzhuo, came over to help her with it. So you see, although Zhexiong is like the garbage of society, making no contributions at all, he is still OH-SO-SWEET towards her.

Shengxi went into the storeroom to find Shanyu packing. Lied to her saying that she found out she was not really b*tch's daughter, but the long-lost grand-daughter of this rich man called Director Jin. She said "And my new name is Jin Yunxi. Jin Yunxi!!!" She repeated the name a few times to see whether Li Shanyu showed any form of reaction. But Shanyu truly had forgotten everything clearly, and her reply was "So you haven't found my ring? Then what are you here for? Trying to boast about how rich you are? Look, I don't give a damn about how rich you are!"

Angry Shengxi pushed Shanyu, who knocked against a wall of stacked up handphone box, causing the entire shelf to fall down on..... Shengxi. Haha! Eat that idiotic Shengxi!!

Shanyu felt guilty. She waited outside the hospital room while Shengxi was being examined. While waiting out there, she met Taixi who rushed to the room to find out her sister's condition. Somehow or another, I personally felt that Taixi didn't appear to be very angry with Shanyu for what she supposedly did to her darling sister. Maybe she could feel some kind of bond between them which is why she didn't like blame her or scream at her or threaten to sue her.

But that stupid Shengxi, tried all means and ways to make Shanyu's life difficult. While at the hospital, she called Shanyu's boss, threatening that she would make a complaint against them if they don't fire Shanyu. Poor Shanyu lost her job. Just her luck to know people like Shengxi. Zzz. PS: This is a hidden sentence among the synopsis to differentiate my loyal and unloyal customers. ahem ahem. If you have paid attention to this sentence, please leave a ONE-WORD message on the tagboard that describes Chubby.

And honey...

Thanks for the blue roses *MUACKZ*. I notice the bouquets gets bigger and bigger every year. *ahem* *cough* *cough* *choke* *splutter*

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 9:23 pm

Catchup on my life

Hey hey! This blog is not some Glass Shoe synopsis site! It's about ME! So I have to talk about myself to make this blog worthy to be called a blog. Relevant to Cindy Lim!

I promised to put in some stuffs about the restaurant we visited. It is situated in ulu parts of Jurong, right in the hub of the industrial estate.

It was a miserable 5 course meal that costed $68 per person. I was thinking it's too expensive but since it is a once in a year affair let's not be wet blankets, I mean, wet pillows. Plus I'm not the one paying so why should I complain so much.

But you have to agree, $68!!! 5 Dishes!!! What the !@#$!!!

But no, there was no need for worry. By the second dish, I was feeling as full as a.. as a human that feels very full. Sucky description I know.

The very first CNY dish in all Chinese restaurants we know is known as the Yu Sheng. When talking to your friends, you don't say "let's go my place and eat Yu Sheng.". The appropriate term is "my place and LOH Yu Sheng!" Loh means to .. um .. actually.. kinda ... throw, upward throw.

Eating Yu Sheng is one messy affair. As each ingredients/flavourings are added in one by one by the waiter/waitress, there are supposed to be new year congratulatory message said aloud too. Each ingredients/flavourings represent a different meaning. For example, the very yummy crackers in the dish represent gold ingots. This tradition was invented and is only upheld in Singapore. I'm not sure about the other Chinese living nearby in Malaysia and Indonesia of whether they loh Yu Sheng, but I do hope they do so because it is so much fun. It's quite relaxing to eat vegetables after eating countless meats during the New Year.

Next dish that made me blardy full? Buddha Jump Over The Wall. Mini-version. Which means everybody got to have their own bowl of it right in front of them.

I must indeed recommend that whenever you go to restaurants, it is best that you order the mini-version. The big version is not only expensive, but also unfair. Mini means each person get to have their own individual portion. You can take your time and slowly eat instead of trying to eat as fast as you can to outdo your dining companions so that you can get one more additional abalone (Yea, I admit I always do that when I eat at home, but I can't help it, I'm madly in love with abalone!)

I regretfully admit that I was pretty full by the third dish, which is two miserable prawns wrapped in Mee Sua (white smooth noodles *droolz*). Mee Sua is my favourite, another plus factor is that the prawns was so very fresh that when you bite into it, you could feel the meat so tough and crunchy. These days it's hard to find eateries that serve that kind of prawny standard.

I didn't even touch the forth dish as I was so full I think I wanted to puke everything all out. But that would mean such a waste of money so I did my best to control myself.

*No pics of forth dish. Not in the mood to take photos any longer*

Fifth dish. The final dish, and also the dessert. Some coconut thing that looked so pretty that I just had to take a picture.

Friends who know me well are aware that my ahgong (and mum and bro) shares the Lancer. But before the Lancer, we had a Renauult Kangoo (that breaks down so many times and requires so much 'checkups' that we eventually gave it up). And before the Kangoo, we had this 23 year old Toyota Corolla. 23 year old as in 23 in 2005.

Ever since it was FIRSThand, my grandpa drove it around. So you could say I grew up with it and there was a certain amount of sentimental value. But when its COE ended my dad decided that it wasn't worth renewing it, so we had it sold and got the Kangoo. When dad sold it, all of us immediately thought it was definitely gonna end up at the junkyard, scraped. I mean, it's such an old car already but I must comment that it had never broken down at all or anything.

Why am I telling you this? That's because when we went to that particular restaurant to have our meal, I don't know whether you should call it fate, or destiny (or whether there is any difference between the both), but we just saw it. Dad stood there outside the restaurant, smoking non-stop until he saw who was the driver of the car. A young man. Satisfied, he went in and we started ordering and chatted non-stop about the car while waiting for our food to be served.

Buy the car's number if you want. It has won us money thrice already!!

After that, went to visit Dad's factory.

It was the first time I went there ever since he and his friends bought the company over. They were kind of given two choices by the original head company in Australia.

1) Lose their jobs.
2) Buy down the company.

Of course now that I've told you, you should have known that Option 2 was chosen. Yea, dad was given a cheaper price of course but how cheap can it be? Everyone in the company forked out. $50.. $100.. Which added up to quite a sensible sum , with the larger contributors taking up a portion of the shares. The bank would only lend my dad the remaining money for him to rightfully own 51% of the company only if he mortgaged the house. Imagine what if the whole company thing didn't work out. I'd end up on the streets. And yet people always thought my family is rich. Give me a break. We're not THAT rich. And thankfully not that poor either.

But at the end of the day, no we didn't borrow from THAT bank. Their offer was kicked aside and another bank lent us instead all the while CONTINUOUSLY asking my dad how the hell did he get such a great deal for his factory.

Talking about my dad, he had a gathering organised today. All his ex-colleagues came over. Which reminded me of an interesting incident.

Last year when my dad's birthday was approaching, my mum thought she'd spring a little surprise by calling all their old friends for a little gathering at our place. As such, major mass SMS-ing took place. Everyone sms-ed to everyone.

"Gathering at Joe's place at (my house address) this coming Sunday!!!"

Somehow, someone screwed things up. They sms-ed the message to my dad himself. Dad was like "Wow! There's a gathering at MY house this Sunday!"

He knew about the surprise thing but he had to pretend he didn't know. Which is so evil of him because 'backstage', me and mum had to buy all the food/drinks and drag it all the way to the car from the provision shop.

Ooh damn! It's 1am already! Sleeping time! Glass Shoes on Monday night! Don't forget!

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 12:03 am

Glass Shoe continued..
Sunday, February 13, 2005

Went lunching today for the annual New Year restaurant visit. Will upload photos of the food another day. After that went to Dad's factory to take a look. It has been like.. um.. 10 years since I last been there. Haha!

So back to the more important thing: Glass Shoe.

Please watch it my dears. 10.30pm. Channel 8!!We shall all watch it so that we have a common topic to talk about when we all meetup :) (more like have a common person to curse!!!)

BTW people, I noticed all of you tagging longer and longer! Good sign. Shows that there is two-way communication within this blog. I love to communicate! TALK TO ME!!!

Ok damn, I should stop talking about other trivial matters. BACK TO GLASS SHOE!

So now currently on Channel 8, they're filming to when Shanyu has grown up. Beautiful lady. But she kinda reminds me of Donald Duck. Woopz. So she still has the ring with the engraved name around her neck all the time. And while growing up, she has this weird dream all the time. I forgot what kind, but it's about she see this guy whom she can't remember, but in the dream she FEELS like she knows him (that guy probably is her dead dad lah, because of the amnesia thing she can't recall who exactly is he).

So remember the b*tch and a$$hole that knocked her down? When Shanyu grew up, boy was she attractive. A$$hole made moves on her and was caught red-handed by b*tch.

B*tch and daughter, Shengxi kicked Shanyu out of the house, calling her a jinx and saying that Shanyu was the one who is seducing B*tch's boyfriend, a$$hole (think they're not married).

Now, let me talk about the guy who make up the 60% reason of why I watch Glass Shoe. His name is Pu Zhexiong. A guy whom Shengxi likes alot. But thankfully, this smart guy has foresight. He doesn't give a damn to Shengxi (who is, by the way, ALWAYS bullying Shanyu). I hope at this point in time none of you are confused/irritated by the many different names I'm bringing into the story.

Zhexiong is HOPELESSLY in love.. with Shanyu! Now, B*tch and a$$hole and Shengxi lives in a small pathetic dirty eatery located near a market. Zhexiong's grandmother works at this market. This is partly how Zhexiong got to know Shanyu and as he claimed many times in the show.. it was 'love at first sight'. And unfortunately, it was also how Shengxi got to know Zhexiong, and fell in love with him. I hate Shengxi. Sheesh, I even hate the mere mention of her name!

And Zhexiong's grandmother dotes on Shanyu. She knows about her background and finds it amazing that Shanyu always remains so cheerful despite leading such a harsh life. So thankfully there is this old lady there because when Shanyu got kicked out of the house (after being almost outraged by a$$hole), she was there to take her in.

That was the second episode of Glass Shoe I watched, therefore everyone, my detail will be more accurate instead of saying Taixi went to the toilet :D

Shanyu was in a terrible absolutely horrible state! Cos when she was pinned down by a$$hole and everything she struggled alot. And when she got kicked out after that, she was crying non-stop. When his grandmother half-carried half-dragged Shanyu back home, Zhexiong was so blardy angry he went to the eatery and almost tore down the whole place(Needless to say, after this incident, everytime B*tch & a$$hole were extremely terrified to see him).

And one more fact that you should know. Taixi and Shanyu's grandfather (the one who objected to their parents' marriage at the VERY VERY EXTREMELY beginning), called Director Jin, is a blardy rich guy. Let's call him Director Jin as Fel reminded me. Come to think of it, I don't even know Director's Jin name. It was never mentioned!!

Yea. So Director Jin's trusted chauffeur cum personal assistant, is also Zhexiong's father. So you see, Shanyu is so close yet so far from being acknowledged. That is why they call the show Glass Shoe because once Shanyu's true identity is revealed, her life is going to change dramatically.

And Taixi was guilty because she was forever trying to find her lost sister, wanting to make it up to her because she believes that her sister must be living a very hard life in the outside world (which is true, though).

Ok! Tired! Sleep!!

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 1:28 am

Added in..
Saturday, February 12, 2005

Here's a bonus for those of you who are checking back here for the second time today ;)

Somehow I was reading through the entry I write just now while watching I Love Zhong Wu Yan! at 7pm.

My jaws dropped. I forgot to explain why the heck was Monday such a happy thing. Because of Glass Shoe (10.30pm on Channel 8!!!!!).

My Mondays and Tuesdays are practically DEDICATED to this show. I would slap myself if I missed it. And one of the small little reasons I love my Weixiang soooooo much is because he always reminds me that the show has started whenever I'm too held up with project/chatting/blogging/all-of-the-above reasons.

So, I know some of you despise it, because it's a Korean drama.. that is SLOWWWW... and full of crying.

Somehow, as compared to the other Korean shows, such as the Qiu Tian De Tong Hua (Think it's called Autumn in My Heart???? Still debating the title with friends because some of them say CANNOT BE SUCH A CORNY NAME!) and that Winter Sonata show, there is much LESSER times that they cry.

Ok. If you are checking back my blog for the second time today, I shall conclude and assume that you are pretty bored. Thus you have the priviledge of knowing the entire Glass Shoe story so that the next time you catch it on TV, you won't be bored.

Ooh, something tells me this is gonna be one LOOOOng blog entry. Darned.. and I have guests tomorrow morning. I'd just make it as short as possible.

Once upon a time, Boy and Girl fall in love. But Boy's father (known as Ah Gong in the rest of the story) is against the marriage. I myself didn't watch the beginnings of the show lar, so I can't tell you exactly what happened. Somehow though Ah Gong don't let the two lovers be together, they still manage to.. um.. copulate and give birth to two daughters, Taixi and Yunxi.

Somehow Girl died after that. Boy ran away from home. He's an adult already lah, mind you. So he took his two daughters, I think they were aged 7 and 11 at that time, and left home. Got into trouble and was killed by gangsters or something. Left the two poor daughters to fend for themselves.

Taixi, the older daughter, then asked her younger sis, Yunxi, to wait for her somewhere while she go don't know where (didn't catch this part also). I think she must have been very urgent and went to the toilet, thus leaving her sister alone. But before she left, she put a necklace on her. The pendant of the necklace is actually a ring with the word Li Shanyu engraved inside. Li Shanyu is their mothers' name.

But, as luck would have it, of course luck will have it, if not the story cannot be continued... Yea, little Yunxi got knocked down. As a result, she lost her memory and has no clue that she is supposed to continue to wait there for her older sister. The ones who knock her down, this stupid b*tch and a$$hole, decided to take her along in case her family come and sue them.

In the end, they ended up raising Yunxi. Yunxi changed her name since she couldn't remember her old name. And since the ring was already on her when she was found, she was called Li Shanyu. Now life wasn't really easy for our 'Li Shanyu'. There was an idiotic girl that she had to tolerate with, whose name is Shengxi. Shengxi is the daughter of the b*tch. It's really a kind of Cinderella story.

Now I don't want to be an idiot to continue typing when no one's reading. If you want me to continue this story, just leave a note on my tagboard ok? I think I shall go sleep.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 1:02 am

New Year mood!!
Friday, February 11, 2005

I'm still in utmost festive spirits! It's only Chu San, third day of the new year...

Ohh wait, I blog later. Mum called me to dinner. Sheesh! Wet Blanket!... No no, in accordance with my blog's name, WET PILLOW!

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CUTE GUYS ALERT <-- NEW MTV!!! I hate the way they never sing properly and it sounds like: "I'm a dick.. I'm addicted to you..."

Ok. Now that I'm back from dinner, there is this incredibly cute show on Channel 8 called Wo Ai Zhong Wu Yan! I don't know, but I just feel that this show title deserves to have an exclaimation mark at the end since its a declaration of love ("I Love Zhong Wuyan!").

But I shall perform the blessed talent that all women possess... I shall... MULTI-TASK!

Pardon me for any typing mistakes as hardworking Cindy will be typing and watching TV at the same time.

I just finished the last escond can of abalone left in the house. Now, in this year of the Chicken, I have learnt an important lesson. I have learnt that abalone ROCKS when its eaten COLD. So, open your can of abalone, slice it, and place it in the fridge for awhile before consumption. Cold abalone tastes like 100 times MUCH sweeter than cooked/boiled/stewed abalone. Oooh.. the sweetness still lingers in my mouth.

And today, we were like one of the very extremely rare Marketing students in school today. Project meeting, no choice. But meeting up in school is the most effective way to get things down for the project, you can't deny that. I was minding my own business, doing my work with my other projects seated around me when I decided to shout "YEAH!!" and did my trademark victory hand sign v ^-^ v.

But then 2 seconds later my face resumed its normal facial expression and I went back to my work. Thankfully, all my projectmates were so engrossed in their delegated work that none of them noticed.

For those who saw, here is an explaination for that bizarre event... The reason is because.. well, I thought it was Monday.

Ya. As simple as that.

I'm still looking forward to having many more 'New Year Days'. You know, those days where you sit in the living room watching TV without air-con, with containers and MORE containers of food scattered on the coffee table in front of you. I love black melon seeds. I don't know its exact name but I guess most of you should know the snack that I'm referring to. And the Mandarin oranges for this year was fantastic! I have not yet eaten one that tastes sour! I wonder is it pure luck, or all the Mandarin oranges were injected with some sort of sweetening chemical that will shorten all our lives. Haha.

Boy am I really multi-tasking. I'm approving Friendster testimonials, uploading photos for my Ringo account, and changing my blog's MTV all at the same time! Oh wait, and checking emails too ;)

I'm really irritated by the mosquitoes nowadays. I've been wearing my watch the whole day and had just taken it off once I reached home, and there you go, a very big patch on my skin that signals a mosquito bite.

And that is not the only thing that irritated me. The next was Xiang. I told him I wanted a white rose for Valentine's Day. Now that I've made it international, I'm sure he will all the more know what to do right? *blink blink blink* Xiang, you want Alaric's number? Yea, he's the guy I told you about that's selling the roses!

So I was talking to Xiang on the phone while walking out of school.

"Xiang I want a white rose!" I said. "What? Ciin! I can't hear you! What did you say!? Har? What?" In fact, Xiang has just won himself the Smelly Pillow's Most Believeable Act of 2005! Haha! Look! It's just the beginning of the year and he wins the first award. Indeed he never fails to be my life partner.

And I watched this movie just now called 'Shall We Dance'. So this woman was talking to the private investigator (she had hired him to spy on her husband whom she thinks is having an affair outside). Since Valentine's Day is approaching, I thought this is an appropriate mood-setter.

She says something like that. I can't really remember what. She asked the investigator "Do you think people get married for Love?" Investigator nods his head. "No. Not for love."

Investigator: "Oh that's too bad. I thought you were the romantic type."

Lady smiles and said: "We get married because we need a witness."

"We need a witness to our lives. There's a billion people on this planet... I mean, what does any ONE'S life really mean? But in a marriage, you're promising to care about everything. The good things, the bad things, the terrible things, the mundane things... all of it, all of the time, every day. You're saying 'Your life will not go unnoticed because I will notice it. Your life will not go un-witnessed because I will be your witness."

Investigator: "I was right. You ARE the romantic type!"

Oh my goodness. That sounds so sweet right? Almost cried when I was watching this show. Richard Gere is old, but he still is charming. Unbelievable. Ok, I need to end here because I want to stare more at Simple Plan. So sorry for being so selfish. Hehe.. But at least I put it up on my blog to show with all of you!!!

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 6:49 pm

House-hopping..
Thursday, February 10, 2005

So how's it everybody. Had a good angbao harvest today?

It's the first day of the year, according to the Chinese Lunar calendar.

My harvest increased this year with the two weddings in 2004 *snigger*

Early in the morning while I was still sleeping, everyone was already downstairs chatting with each other at my house. Thankfully, I stay with my grandparents, which is why my house is like the main HQ where everyone gathers.

After my brunch, and everyone's lunch, we went house-hopping. First of all, to Da gu's house. Now whenever I go to all their houses, I am fully alert. My senses become extremely sharp and I take in and remember whatever I see. Because I only visit their house like.. once a year (and that is during CNY), thus it's either I see now, or I'd see it again next year.

Da Gu has an extremely cute (but super noisy) Golden Retriever dog called Chester. Cos my couz Kenny loves Manchester United. Now now people, be sporting and stop saying Man Utd sux, because I know a great deal of Man Utd haters who fall head over heels in love with Golden Retrievers.

See.. isn't he cute? Well, you just have to act like you can't see the drool at the side of his mouth and he'd look cute. Apparently on this wonderful first day of chicken year, my K700i camera is performing better than expected. Behold the surprising clarity. I guess its' because the picture was taken under real broad daylight.

Kenny's sis, also one of my bestest bud, Weishan, made cheesecakes today too, so that we would have an out-of-the-norm new year snacks. I tell you, it was godly. This girl is blardy talented that I believe my dad is willing to fork out the capital for her to start her own bakery. He's a sucker for cheesecakes. Unfortunately, the public won't get to enjoy anything baked by Weishan just as yet as she's taking her O's this year and probably don't intend to start any sorts of business.

Back on the car, we then drove over to Aunt Judy's house. Dad was speeding despite me telling him that we'd have to wait for Aunt Judy to reach anyway before we can get into the house since we were the first car to leave Da Gu's place. He didn't heed my advice and continued driving recklessly anyway. I guess it's because of the weather. Yea manz, the weather sucks, like TOTALLY. It was hot, and humid, and sweat was dripping down everyone's new clothes!

When we reached Aunt Judy's, true enough, none of the cars were there yet. My dad drove to a small road further down and parked there. Mum complained saying that "you park so far, they reach we also don't know cos they can't see us and we can't see them." Dad said "aiya, outside the house no place to park, we park here sure will see at least one of the cars turn into this road and also park one!" So we sat and waited. Why am I making my Dad sound like some egoistic man? Oh well..

We waited and waited and waited and took a group photo..

Me, Weishan, Joshua.

A marvellous plan struck me. I should call Aunt Judy with my hp to see if she has reached. Apparently, when I called, she was ALREADY in the house telling me that everyone was also already there and seated and eating her mee siam. Alright. So much for waiting. By the way, Mr. Lee Kuan Yew was right. The greatest invention on earth IS air-con!!!!

Ok. Very late. I'm quite tired. Let me cut short.

Next destination was Uncle Jason's house. Finally after so many months I got to see Rainbow again.

Rainbow was attacked by some predator bird of some kind. It seeked refuge at Joshua's balcony where they found it and decided to keep it. I mean, hey, an injured bird flew to your balcony of ALL balconies, there's gotta be some kind of destiny or fate at work right?

But a few days after they found it, they were leaving for Malaysia.. for a week. So Rainbow was slated to check into Cindy's Zoo for that period of time. They called ah gong to inform him about them bringing the bird over.

Now, Ah Gong got me all excited. He told me they had found a bird. Told me the bird is very colourful. Told me the bird could talk. I was thinking "Wow! A parrot!!!"

A parrot had been on my Zoo Wishlist for probably 5 years. But my parents were adamant to my plea to get a parrot. I thought this was finally a chance to prove to them that a parrot could co-exist in the Lim's ecological zoo. I thought when we returned Rainbow to Joshua, they would miss having a parrot so much that they would finally buy one too.

But when the bird came...

The bird was only of TWO colours. White and yellow. And the bird could not talk. Exact contraries to what my ah gong had told me. ZZZZzzzzz

So never mind. But Ah Gong ended up liking the bird more than me. He feeds it bread whenever he walks past it. And he would wave to the bird too like some lunatic. Ok, he wasn't actually waving to it. He just does it because the bird would follow his hand movement and the body would shake left and right as if he's dancing (just like Garfield dancing to the tune of 'Hey Mama!' by Black Eyed Peas).

And Rainbow was in a horrible condition. Remember, he was attacked before. His wing was quite ruffled, he had bald patches all over his body where he was attacked, and he could only stand on one leg because the other one looked like it was sprained or broken. We thought he would die in a couple of days because he looked absolutely pathetic.

But no, Rainbow proved to be a little fighter. Strugged to stand up and hop towards us when we wanted to feed him. When Joshua came over to bring him home, he looked like 100 times better than when he was first found at the balcony. Here's a pic of him now

Beautiful ain't it?

After that went home and almost fell asleep on the bed, but mum dragged me to Ah Yi's house to gamble. I shall talk about this in another entry because I think I'm falling asleep in front of the computer. Enough activities for today. Gosh, this is more tiring than I-Guides.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 1:26 am

Eve It's Eve!!
Tuesday, February 08, 2005

Damn busy day today. Of course. It's eve.

Was busy watching shows. Oh, you should check out what they have on TV during New Year Eves. For one day, I didn't give a damn that I do not subscribe to SCV.

And it's a new tv too. With new home theatre system!! How's that for a New Year? Too bad because I was looking forward to a new house as well. But, never mind. I have less than 1.5 years to go before I graduate from TP and get the hell out of there. Oooh, don't get me wrong. That doesn't mean I hate the school. I love TP alot. Loved it so much that I always go to school like 5 hours before my lessons start to appreciate the fine architecture of the school, and absorb the TP's electrifying atmostphere (actually it was because I forgot that day's lesson is supposed to be online!).

So today was Eve. But I felt like I was Santa Claus when I walked down the stairs, carrying a BIG bag of trash to throw away.

And today, sitting on the new sofa (wa, sounds like everything new??), with its new cushion (see, what did I tell you), I was happily eating new year goodies, gulping Coke and collecting ang baos. Finally when I moved my butt, I realised I had sat on a biscuit a few hours ago and crushed it. Nothing was left. You couldn't even tell which and what kind of biscuit I sat on because there was nothing left there as it was smashed to powdered smithereens. I think I need to lose more weight. Perhaps when I diet till my weight is like 5 kg, the biscuit would still be 'recognisable' and maybe even still edible!!

And next, no matter how many times you tell my grandma and grandaunt NOT to feed the dog, they still do. So while sitting at the same sofa at exactly the same position as I described above, Chubby ran to my side. His eyes were wide open and as big as goldfishes.

"What's wrong Beebee!!??" I said, while patting his back to calm him down.

His reply??

bLEARGH ....

Yea. Right in front of me, he puked. I don't want to describe it because I'm sure all of you want to eat your abalone, bird's nest and shark's fin tomorrow. But let's just say it was so.. specifically.. CLEAR to tell you straight in the face what he was fed that caused him to vomit. I mean, you could even tell whether the meat is fish meat or chicken or duck or pork! It was liver actually. Raw. You can tell by the colour :)
Oops, sorry man, I promised not to tell!! Hahahaha.
Yea but that's not the worst part. The worst part is he vomited, of all places, on the carpet!
Do you know HOW difficult it is, to clean VOMIT from a CARPET? I bet alot of you hadn't have that experience before. In fact, if you want to try, I would gladly reserve that special pile of vomit for you to come over my house to clean it. On second thoughts, I think I won't reserve it like that. Stinks. Moreover it is the living room for goodness sake!
Not to mention me and all my cousins were glued to the tv when we witnessed the magnificient vomiting event.
And my cousin-in-law was telling whenever her dog vomits, it would climb to higher places. So I was like "Har!? You mean he vomits ON the table???"
"No. He climbs onto the sofa and vomit on the floor so that his leg won't get dirty."
And today I was springcleaning, so all the pillows that belong to the floor were stacked on Chubby's bed to make things look generally much neater.
That was in the morning.
So I was blogging and typing the above part when I remembered about the stacked up cushions. I decided to take them off Chubby's bed or else my dog can't sleep in it.
I bent down to lift up the pillows and got the shock of my life when I realised Chubby was already sleeping under the pillows. Haha! So cute! And he was shocked too. His face told me: What the fug did you did that for man! I'm napping!
What a wonderful dog I have. *gives Chubby big kiss*. Hey! Don't worry alright? I did clean his mouth after he vomited. Listerine, Dettol, and Mama Lemon. I'm blabbering, please ignore me.
One last thing I forgot to add. Big Bottle got himself into deep sh*t this morning.
He had climbed into the flowerpot that I placed inside the turtle tank for decoration purpose. It was a flowerpot that I had bought from Thailand (not during study trip), that has lots of holes inside it so that fishes can swim in out and around the pot while playing hide and seek with my turtles. A fish tank ornament kinda flower pot lahz.
So instead of the fishes using it, Big Bottle had to mischieviously climb into the pot. And he had stayed there for 2 weeks or so because he was always inside there when I fed them. I had thought he just happened to be inside there all the time. But this morning I decided to scrub out the tank instead of just scooping out water and replacing it with tap water.
That's when I finally blardy realised that he was freaking stuck in the pot. Stupid a$$. Early in the morning, and of all days New Year's Eve, make me hold a flower pot with him stuck inside and run around the house like a lunatic, looking for my dad to maybe take a hammer to whack the pot and save the poor dear out.
Now I must say I was very gentle with Big Bottle. I wasn't really angry with him for getting himself in such a stupid position. When I told my dad what happened, my dad took it from me and threw the flower pot around in the turtle tank as if it was a casino's gambling dice in the hope that Big Bottle would 'fall through' one of the holes.
But no. Big Bottle was firmly stuck inside like a bird in a cage. . . Ok.. maybe more like a BIG bird in a small cage.
But Bottle-nose turtles have soft shells. With a GENTLE push, the shell will accomodate the..um.. flower pot's opening and Big Bottle fell through. Threw the flowerpot aside. It is safely OUT of the turtle tank. Happy new year to Oscar, Big & Small Bottles

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 10:53 pm

Oops
Monday, February 07, 2005

Well, somehow, while cleaning my room halfway, I fell into a travel portal like those that they have in Diablo, and then got magically transported to town (hey! sounds just like the game!).

Which part of town? Glasshouse, Fish & Co.

Now Fish & Co is expensive. I mean, $13.90 for Fish & Chips??!!? It's just chips and fish, no doubt very fresh fish, but still JUST fish.

But why is it still value for money? Because it comes in humongous proportions!!!!

We were all so otraciously full after that that we had problems walking. Pictures speak a thousand words, save me the typing, so here's a picture of Dickson HALFWAY through his Seafood Platter.

So full that in order to digest, I went shopping later with Sharon whereas the other 3 guys disappeared into thin air. They then materialised again at Spotlight when we were purchasing decorative stuffs for our kiosk.

This is a half-heartedly typed blog entry. I haven't completed springcleaning as yet so can't upload the photos. Anyway it's too late at night to take CLEAR photos using my stupid K700i (I HATE THIS PHONE!).

Will do so tomorrow. La da da..

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 10:51 pm

SIP..

SIP stands for School Internship Programme? Heck no!!!

Well.. At least not YET. Haha. But soon.

To welcome the coming chicken year, let's not talk about such sad and boring things like Internship (pui pui pui!!).

Let's talk about the current SIP that everyone is involved in. SIP doesn't only stand for BORING things like Internship, it stands for SPRINGCLEANING IN PROGRESS.

In fact, right now I am doing a live update of my Springcleaning progress for those of you who are hardworking and have already finished cleaning your rooms, and are sitting back lazing around in front of your computer. But knowing some of you, I'm also sure that I'm providing entertainment for those who have not LIFTED a finger to help in any forms of springcleaning, including that of their bedrooms.

Without further ado, ladies and gentleman, I shall give you the most complete view of my room that I can offer using my PATHETIC K700i that I am going to get rid of as soon as my mobile plan ends this coming May (Hurray!!!!).

Miffy, Miffy AND MORE Miffy!! But you can't see the small ones though. They're too tiny and my violent sleeping ways has buried them all over. Hey, but look closely you can spot Chubby staring outside while lying on the bed.

I hate this table. Can't wait to get rid of it. Don't like those blue doors. Maybe I will tear them down as part of my springcleaning efforts :)

Oh well, needless to say, the messiest corner of my room. Oh look! Miffy is falling off the bed!!! HELP HER SOMEBODY!

Ok. Right now the time is 2.45pm. I shall update again after all the springcleaning sh*t. Check back below this post a few hours later alright? Cya!!

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 2:36 pm

CNY is approaching...
Sunday, February 06, 2005

For you people who are absolutely TERRIBLE with dates, here is a very friendly reminder that Chinese New Year is approaching :)

It is a custom for my family to, a few days before CNY eve, give out big black plastic bags. You know, the type that is usually for those dustbins? Yup, those type will be given out to everyone in the family.

After which we would all return to our respective rooms, and clear things like there is no tomorrow. That is how we do springcleaning. Speaking of which I have like accumulated a thousand throw-able items throughout the year of 2004.

I am a great item collector you see. Like for example, my bro's gf, Grace, bought me these two cans of drinks when she was in transiting in Korea. One is the Fuji Apple flavour of Qoo, the other one is Coke Light with a twist of lemon.

I think it must have been with me for more than 6 months already and I haven't drank it yet. More like can't bear to drink it. But to be honest, it's because I don't know what to do with it. Hello? It's all the way from another country. Is Cindy suppose to just open the can, swallow its contents and then dump it in the dustbin? Or is she suppose to collect it or something like some avid Coke fans who collect Coca-Cola items like treasure hunters?

Any of you collect Coke/Qoo?? Message me to get it alright?

By the way, new music video posted up. Enjoy!! Haha!!!

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 10:13 pm

Committing Suicide.

Don't worry. I am not going to teach you how.

There is a buzz recently. People are getting worried because the Internet is becoming much more disturbing than they thought. There is this crazy trend where people logon the internet to find other like-minded people. No, not like-minded in terms of hobbies, but like-minded because they all want to do one thing: commit suicide.

So there is this crazy group who will arrange to meetup at some place and then all die together. People fret when they find out. But I honestly don't understand why.

Firstly, people get depressed. Perhaps they didn't fit in socially among their peers. In the hierachy of needs, the need for affiliation is one of the levels of Maslow's pyramid.

So poor anti-social kid finds other anti-social kids who want to commit suicide. They meet up and VIOLA! There is a chemistry between every member in the group. They felt that they understood each other really well and ended up being friends! No need to die anymore!

I am sure such things do happen when a group of people arrange to meet up and die together. Maybe halfway through one of them will give up the idea and dissuade the rest too. Because if such group meetings didn't take place, there would have been much MUCH more individual suicides taking place throughout the country.

Or if these people are really so severely depressed. Their parents disowned them. Their siblings ignore them. Their friends look down on them. Their dog left them for another owner. Even their pet goldfish who love them so much had drowned in the fish tank. Let's just say these people are the inconsolable type. So they really die. In a group too. On a brighter note, it makes it easier for the authorities to clear the bodies don't you think? Instead of all being scattered in their individual houses, you just go to ONE place and clear the bodies, declare its a suicide so that the very busy police can further concentrate on other cases that truly involves murder....

Pardon me for saying such nonsensical stuff. I'm just too stressed. Back to Project~!

No, wait. Just let me add one more fast fact to end today's blog. Did you know the country with the highest suicide rate is....

Japan!??

Yes it is. And it has been them ever since the economy went sliding down in the 1990s. Apparently, their highest record, was a whooping 34,427 suicides in the year 2003!.. That's like an average of 94 people commiting suicide EVERY DAY!

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 1:16 am

Coming!!!!
Friday, February 04, 2005

What is coming? Everything!

Chinese New Year is coming.

TP Openhouse is coming.

Valentine's Day is coming.

Project due dates are coming.

Tell me what is NOT coming!!!

Mr. Meow lor. That's what. Haha, ok ok. Told myself to not think about her so much le. So don't ANY OF YOU mention her in front of me again unless I 'qing bu zhi jing' (translate: unwittingly) mention about her.

It wasn't the first time my mother meddled with my pets affairs, and I'm rather sure it won't be the last time either. The very first pet she gave away without my consent was Junior.

Junior was my first dwarf hamster. Given to me by Mervyn. Now, Mervyn, my secondary 1 & 2 classmate, is like king of hamster world. He owns thousands of hamsters, with his living room dedicated to hamster cages.

So as Mervyn has claimed, Junior couldn't get along with the rest. He was always being bullied and bitten by the others. Thus, anti-social guy was thrown to kind-hearted Cindy Lim who took him in without any second thoughts. Um, just for some general knowledge, Junior was a name that I gave it. Mervyn didn't bother about names. Would you? I mean if you had like almost 100 hamsters would you bother naming them all? Haha!

So, Junior was mine. For a pretty long time. Now some of you who have been to my house must have noticed, whenever you shout "Junior!!!" Chubby will go gaga and run about the place looking for Junior. To Chubby, Junior means something that is small, furry, and chase-able.

Chubby knows that because everytime I feed Junior, I would call its name non-stop. The thing is.. Junior DOES recognise his name. I might be standing real far away but once I say Junior, Junior would drop whatever he's doing and run towards the edge of the cage to get as close to me as possible.

Do you know how CUTE that is? It makes you feel like picking him up in your hands and giving his tiny cheek a pinch.

In a flash, Junior had been for me for a little over a year. He had grown so fat that he could put a hippopotamus to shame.

And there was another thing really special about Junior. He doesn't let anyone else except me, pick him up. You know how stuck-up some dwarf hamsters can be.

After that life got pretty busy. We were moving to my current house. And guess what. In front of my eyes, my mum gave the hamsters, cage food and all, to my neighbour. A good friend. To be more specific, my neighbour's girlfriend.

We all have long complicating relationships that I shall talk about another day (see, there you go, another story). But anyway, I was really close to her. A godsis that I had recently resumed contact thanks to Friendster.

After I had moved, I visited Junior thrice before he eventually died of heart failure. The first two times, he still recognised me because he allowed me pick him out of the cage to dangle in mid-air and talk to him while feeding him.

But the last time I visited him, he totally didn't recognise me at all. Cos the stupid bugger bit me. I dropped him and almost murdered him in the process. It's only natural that if someTHING bit you and you dropped it on the floor, you tend to feel the need to stamp on it continuously until it dies.

Now, of course I didn't do that! I'm just saying I was tempted to!

I didn't bother to go visit him already after that. He doesn't even remember me. Why bother right? And regarding the Junior died of heart failure part.. Oh well, it's just a personal guess. He was really fat, huge and rounded, and didn't even bother running that exercise wheel in the cage. It's a painful way to die manz.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:49 pm

I want my cat back :(
Thursday, February 03, 2005

Mum posted her pics on the internet. In no time, someone offered to adopt her at the very meaningful price of $88 nett. Goodbye Mr. Meow :(

So came home today. One less furry idiot to hug. But come to think of it, while the rest of the dumb dogs queue up to let me hug them, Mr. Meow is the only extra character in my welcome home party that I have to personally walk TOWARDS to hug.

Maybe in Mr. Meow's eyes, I'm her dog. Hate that thought! But anyhow, I miss her just the same. Miss that little orange someone who tries to catch me offguard by weaving in and out of my legs so that I would trip and go tumbling down the stairs. Miss that little furball that would meow and stare at you at the same time with those big owl eyes in the hope that you would be a kind-hearted soul to give her a few spoonfuls of dry cat food. Sheesh, I'm talking as if she's dead!

Touch wood!

Ok, am I pervertic or what. Have you noticed the huge jump in my website's counter recently? To tell you the truth, I account for most of the number of visits because... well, I like watching the MTV.

Yea. The one you can see at the corner that is probably still playing while you're reading this paragraph. I like to criticise videos. So let's talk about this one today.

Ever been out with your boyfriend/girlfriend? <-- stupid question, I know.

Well, how on earth is it possible that they both walk together while hugging (you can check it out right at the starting of the video when they were walking). I haven't figured out how to do that very highly difficult stunt. Will try on Xiang this coming Friday. Oh yea. It's my wedding this coming Friday.

Wait a minute. That's tomorrow right?

And then next. You noticed how absolutely beautiful the female lead of the video is? Yea man. She makes me soooo envious of her. Green with jealousy. How many girls can get to walk like that with Yellowcard's lead singer, i-don't-know-whats-his-name?

But somehow, replay the video and you will notice whenever the guy looks at the girl and he's singing, on his forehead appear these words: I WANNA KISS YOU!!!!

The way he stares at her (lips especially). I've been scolded by many friends before, for taking notice of the simplest piece of crap in the movie. Like maybe a pencil was not placed properly or something. I think I'm a future movie-critic in the making! Hell yeah!

Ok. No more slacking. Time for CS. Um.. I mean projects..

Is anyone interested in card holder? Buy from me alright? Over here.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 6:43 pm

Final Chapter: Day 4 & 5
Wednesday, February 02, 2005

What on earth am I doing sitting here blogging at 8.12am in the morning? Well, waiting for the clinic to open of course. I must have ran to the toilet 6 times so far already, so guess how HIGH I'm feeling right now. No prizes for correct answers.

As promised, I have to write about Day 4.

Day 4. Chatuchak Day! Simple as that. Chatuchak alone is such a powerful word. A word that magnetically attracts us, draws our attention, makes us gasp for more air like fish out of water... I don't know what the hell am I trying to say but, yea, you get the drift.

As I've told all of you before, it is the weekend market of Bangkok, the largest, even bigger than Suan Lom night market. Oh my goodness, I think I missed out saying that I went to Patpong night market on the first night!!

Ok people, close your eyes and let me magically transport you back to the very first night. After we finished shopping at Ma Boon Krong and its opposite building, Siam Square, we went to Patpong's night market.

Patpong in Bangkok is the equivilant of Desker in Singapore. No need for more introduction. But however, of course innocent Cindy and her lovely mates are not there for THAT kind of entertainment.

Patpong also has another attraction: Night Market. In Bangkok, considerably late at night (between 7pm - 12midnight) there are only 2 places worth shopping. Suan Lom night market and Patpong. But I cannot deny that Patpong's night market inevitably shows you some other activities. The major night market shops of Patpong actually lies between a street that is closed to cars at night.

So on the two sides there were buildings that are usually pubs, lounges and whatsnot. Along these buildings, you were prepared to see ladies throwing themselves at men. But no, that wasn't happening. Nobody was throwing themselves at no one. If there ever was, it was within our own group members because we were so busy looking here and there that we were tripping all over the place and threatening to throw ourselves at the stranger walking in front of us.

But then outside these pubs there were mama-sans and even guys trying to introduce us to the stripping shows they have every night. If you go to Patpong and this guy keep on telling you "Sack show, sack show! very goot! Cheap cheap!" He's trying to refer to the stripping shows. Please don't be so gullible and let him pull you in, unless of course you went there with the intention of watching it. With that said, comes another advice: Guys, please stick close to your lady friends.

*FAST FORWARD BUTTON IS PRESSED*

DAY 4

Unfortunately, after we get to Chatuchak, it was still official business. We had to haggle for our goods that we wanted to sell at the kiosk. Hardly time for personal shopping.

No worries. We always managed to find things that caught someone's eye. Over here ladies and gentleman, are cute voodoo dolls. They're fake of course. I mean, made to look like certain cartoon characters. Such as the Harry Potter one that Sharon bought for her sister. But there were some that looked awfully real.

You can't see it clearly in the photo but there is this particular one, two brown straw voodoo dolls tied together with red string. Looks like some love curse of some sort. Gives me the goosebumps. But now that I'm back in Singapore, I have to admit.. I REGRET NOT BUYING IT!

It's not everyday that you see such things in Singapore, but I figured out that if I really do bring it back, Mum will probably scream and rive at me. Just for the record, I went to the loo 3 times since I started typing. My legs are like jelly now. You're lucky my fingers are still working.

Here's a closeup of one of the cute voodoo dolls. Cute right? I am already planning to buy it from Weiping already when she opens her kiosk. Hehe!

Chatuchak on the whole is a very nice place albeit only in the early mornings. Because after that it just gets HOTTER. You can even see some tourists shopping around Chatuchak half-naked, so just imagine the heat! But nevertheless, locals and tourists are not deterred by it. Great prices, large range and variety still wins at the end of the day, which is why Chatuchak is forever so crowded. Oh, and the shops you see in the above photo are just a few out of the 7,000 shops at Chatuchak.

Believe me, one day is not enough for you to shop there.

But besides going to Thailand to plainly shop shop shop, you have to sometimes take a break and relax. Enjoy the scenery. Observe the people and their way of life. That is where my observation made me spot this:

I just can't imagine the amount of money that this guy spends on hair spray!

More photos to proof to you that we were there on official business. Here's the photo of the main product of our group's kiosk, D'art for two.

So you wonder whether my discipline of saving everything for an explosive shopping trip at Chatuchak did pay off? Well, I spent a whooping 750 baht at Chatuchak. Not alot of money, but not very little either. And I spent it on ONE single item. This:

Aren't the leaves special? 2 years ago Dad haggled for baby pine bonsai. Stubborn shop owner refused to lower the price. Stubborn Dad also refused to pay a higher price. 2 years later, Dad's daughter returned to the same exact shop after hunting high and low for it. Found it, bought it, and brought it back in a super dooper SMELLY box that as Cheryl claimed "the whole world knows about!"

It wasn't my fault you know. But Sharon, who stayed opposite my room told me that when Catherine checked out on my behalf and the room service people came over, they opened the door and.... sprayed perfume because the smell was overwhelming.

Ya. I have no idea what was wrong but the box smelt like rotten cuttlefish. It made the room smell, it made the bus stink, and it even caused the plane to have a wonderful scent! Maybe I should change this blog's name to mysmellybox. Oh, and yes, we flew SIA ;)

Call me a country bumpkin but it was the first time in my whole life that I flew on my country's own airline. Unfortunately the destination was merely a few hours away.

I was thoroughly kept busy and entertained every minute of the flight. There were SO many things to do and so little time. On the video channels, let me just name you some of the shows they have on air now. Let me see, Taxi, The Village, some hilarious Hong Kong comedies, all episodes of the Lord Of The Rings, Finding Nemo.. etc etc.. and you can even play Super Mario games there, lol!

I would be lying if I told you I didn't buy anything in Bangkok. But fact was, among all of the people I know, I bought the least amount of item. A few shirts, bonsai, loads and loads of cushion covers, and my most favourite, the pendant :)

Weiping & Ray wins the award of buying the most outrageous amount of items. The Sharons have got to be the runner-up. Here's a photo of the room of the runner-ups.

Pretty neat huh?

I'm sorry for not getting everyone a gift. There was hardly time and I'm serious. 5 days 4 nights sourcing for goods for your business is no easy task! I actually wanted to get keychains for everyone with their name engraved on it. But I was pretty low on budget, plus I couldn't remember everyone's name. My brain took leave while I was on holiday too, thus it was hard to remember. But I honestly wanted to get something for bro and his gf because they always get things for me (even if they just went to JB!) so it was quite embarrassing if I came home empty-handed.

Mum told me that I shouldn't bother. No one would blame me "since you're just a kid, you are not working and you don't have that kind of money". I wondered if she had thought I wanted to buy them diamonds or something. So on the very last day 2 hours before we were supposed to check out, I rose up bright and early, pulled the first person I saw to breakfast, hop on a tuktuk straight down to Siam Square and Ma Boon Krong where they were doing those pendant engraving.

None of the shops were opened yet, so we ended up sitting outside the shopping centres like beggars. Once it was opened, I dashed in straight, Only to realise that when the shopping centre opens, it doesn't necessarily mean the shops are open too. That sucks.

Slacked awhile more, and realised I couldn't find the shop anywhere. I had plain forgotten where on earth it was located because I went on the first night, which felt like 5 years ago. Cut the chase. Let's fast forward to when I found the shop.

Boy was I relieved. It felt so .. drama because as I was walking nearer and nearer, I found the shop more and more familiar. My heart started pumping so fast I thought it was going to pop out of my ribcage and leave a trail of bloody gory mess in its place.

*Timecheck: 10.34pm*

So sorry, I didn't realise I had typed this entry halfway until Lemon told me so. Guess it must have been the medicine.

So as I wanted to say actually, Dad refused to buy baby pine bonsai plant 2 years ago, and when I saw it again, it was no longer baby pine bonsai. It had spread its branches out wide. Though still a rather small-sized plant, it was much more beautiful.

So 2 years ago, its price was tagged at 800 Baht. Dad offered 400. Shopowner rejected, saying 600 was the final best price. Dad walked off.

On that fateful day, Daughter came along. Daughter spotted the plant. Daughter got a fugging shock of her life when shop owner said plant costs 1000 Baht. Daughter wanted to just pretend she didn't see the plant and get on with her shopping trip but oh no, her pro-haggling friends were there. After some intensive discussion, 750baht was taken out of Daughter's wallet. Money changed hands.

Here comes the most important part. Bonsai was put into A FARKING smelly box that has a cartoon drawing of soyabeans on its cover. Beware if you see the same box. Don't even go near it. The pungent smell doesn't just hit you from small waves to big smelly waves. It slaps you directly on your face with a loud PIAK!

There you go, ladies and gentleman. That's Day 4 for you.

Now on to the last day, Day 5. Besides the waiting for shops to open that I had mentioned earlier, there was no time for us to go anywhere else. With a trolley luggage, one hand-carry, and ONE EXTREMELY SMELLY BOX, I was prepared to leave for the airport.

Everyone was so hungry that when we checked in at the airport, all went straight to KFC to eat some stuffs. I wasn't really hungry, but my mouth was itching, so I bought the KFC's version of Mr. Softee. The best part? Instead of Singapore's one that comes with bits and pieces of Oreo, theirs came with KITKAT!! HEAVEN! I was melting as I ate it.

Yes I was eating, but I did keep a watchful eye on the TP-ians. I am very damn sure they were at the KFC so I decided to not be an idiotic late ass. I will make my way to the boarding gate. And so, I did. Halfway through saw Ling eating all alone so Aveline and I decided to accompany him for awhile.

All of a sudden, we realised that there's an announcement.. the final call for the plane that we were boarding. Ling is such a jerk! He was flying first-class, so his flight was an hour or so later than ours. While he was enjoying his food, we were running to catch our plane! Imagine a group of insane-looking girls with loads and loads of shopping bag (and one of them holding a frigging smelly box). We provided loads of entertainment to the other people who were seated along their respective boarding gates because all of them were turning around to look at us and giving that kind of silly grin.

Got back to Singapore, I immediately walked off without waiting for the others. I was really really very irritated and ashamed by the stupid smelly box. Hell, I didn't know what to say before take-off when the steward offered to help me put my box at the top cabin.

Soon as I got my luggage, I waved goodbye to Benjamin who was like the only other TP-ian at the luggage belt area and walked out, hoping and praying that none of the other passers-by turns up their noses and give me that weird stare (no thanks to the box). Soon as I passed those glass sliding doors, I irresponsibly threw everything to Xiang, who refused to kiss me in full view of the public, so I stomped on his foot instead, and opened the very nice-smelling box to let the aroma float around him. Ok. Now, really end of blog entry for Thailand.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 8:12 am

Twitter Updates

Sick.. Finally

Farewell #Socks_Jar

Long-awaited Saturday!!

Time Flies

Dying plant

Good Night

Kiosk #2

Need a bag.

Openhouse #3

Openhouse #2

Openhouse Day #1.

Open House AGAIN

Openhouse. . .

This is a Public Service Announcement.

Catchup on my life

Glass Shoe continued..

Added in..

New Year mood!!

House-hopping..

Eve It's Eve!!

Oops

SIP..

CNY is approaching...

Committing Suicide.

Coming!!!!

I want my cat back :(

Final Chapter: Day 4 & 5