This is like my life's first D&D, and I already got .. thrown/chosen/tossed/arrowed/put into the organising committee!
I was quite surprised by the warm response and crazy atmostphere (after drinking, that is).
Then, early the next day I was rudely awaken by my ever-naggy mother who told me that today is Yang's birthday. There goes my dream of buying the cute little baby Adidas shoes for him. OH MY GAWD.. THE BABY ADIDAS SHOES ARE SO CUTE LOR!!
Will upload Yang's video soon. Internet at home is down. And also, I just realised I haven't published this post. =X
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 8:23 pm
Blue October - Hate Me
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Just wanted to share with you all a song that is currently stuck in my head all the time. To be frank, I noticed it at first cos one of the few words I heard in the song had something to do with Cockroaches. HAHA!
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:04 am
Floor Flan...
Friday, October 27, 2006
Feels like it's already 3am. Damn it's tiring, having just spent almost 12 full hours at work.
It's weird, however, that when I do that at TTG, I somehow don't feel as tired.
D&D is tomorrow. I don't know whether I'm looking forward to it. I can foresee a million other tasks ahead of me (mainly school projects) once D&D draws to a close.
I'm kinda doing an art project at my workplace too. Will take a pic and show it to all of you later. It's barely done(then again, WHAT is EVER done?). But anyway, as I was doing it, I was lying to some of my colleagues that I was actually giving art lessons to kindergarden kids. And they believed me. But I don't know they believed I was really teaching art, or I was really at the kindergarden level.
I've spent I think 70% of today wrapping presents for the lucky draw at D&D. I mean, it's all about the lucky draw, isn't it? Other stuff is handled by the events management company that we roped in, but since prizes and money matters are a sensitive issue, we had no choice but to form a committee and handle it ourselves.
Wrapping presents. Whoa, talk about wrapping presents, with my skill, I dare say that there is no other company in Singapore that has seen worse-wrapped D&D presents than Rentokil Singapore. The girls in the committee were pretty darn good, but me? Haha..
The presents me and some of the dudes wrapped were so wonderfully air-protected.
In fact, it was so bad that I think you can shake the present within the packaging after we wrapped it up.
Then there were the higher difficulty prizes that were not only bulky, but also heavy.. like this LCD TV. If there ever was a reason for me to NOT want the prize, it would be because I won't be driving (free flow beer, baby!) cos the stupid sh*t TV is so blardy heavy.
As our committee chairman moved the TV into the conference room to be wrapped, it was so heavy that he knocked it left right centre. Then someone retorted that that was how the previous year's LCD tv spoilt too; it got knocked around so much that when the winner took it home, it wouldn't work, and they had to exchange it for another one.
I also figured out for myself that wrapping presents can make one tongue-tied.
Like the topic title of today. Instead of Blender Grinder, we were saying things like Brinder Glender.. Floor FLan instead of Floor Fan.. And alot of stupid silly sounding things that somehow when you say it, the rest understands it although it sounded totally wrong.
The worse was, we had to do this stock taking thing while wrapping up the presents. I think there's a limit to do that. Sometimes after wrapping up one beautiful present, we practically CANNOT RECALL what the hell was inside, so we had to tear up the silly wrapper just to see the product again, kick ourselves in the head, and tick the checklist.
Darned, I forgot to take a pic of the presents!
Lastly, abit of overdue credit here, but I would like to thank Fang and Jo for choosing the Initial D "tikam" packages at the shop that day when we went ice-skating.
They were wrapped up, so you can't tell what car was inside. I got the three girls (Wen was there too), and through a series of scissors-paper-stone and etc, got them to choose the packets for me and Jo chose the first packet. I hurriedly paid for it and tore open the package.. LO AND BEHOLD.. it was an RX7 that Edison Chen's character was driving...
The other, was.. accompanied with my office cushion...:
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 10:49 pm
Once Upon A Time
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
My mother said my N73 suck. So, I shall upload one ultra clear photo. Not exactly ULTRA.. but.. you know.. good enough to be considered clear.
So.. there you go . .
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:51 pm
Optical Illusion
I used to wonder. How on earth are they able to make the hobbits look so small in Lord Of The Rings without non-stop computer imaging.
They claimed that by casting the actors at certain angles, it reallly looked like one is smaller and the other is bigger (especially in Gandalf/Frodo scenes).
So.. I decided to test it out for myself.
Did I forgot to say, I now have one additional non-living object at home.
A pool table.
Cool right?
Then check out this even cooler thing:
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 8:34 pm
Stupid Sh*t
Once upon a time, there lived a stupid *toot* called Cindy, who accidentally deleted EVERY SINGLE FRIGGING PHOTO in her precious Bao Bei (aka the F.White) N73.
You know, the description of the N73 colour on the Nokia box wrote M.Brown/F.White.
I easily guessed that the M.Brown stands for Metallic Brown, but try as I might, for the F.White, my mind could not go further than f**king white (which it really is!).
I was thinking more of Arctic white. Went to the extent of doing a search on the internet and finally found out it was.....:
FROST White.
Anyway, yes, Val, I really starting to think there's something wrong with your eyes.
It is MY BROWN/PINK DUNK! When and where will I go dig out the past photos of our last ice-skating stint (in which, if I didn't recall, you were wearing that grey coloured skate shoes).
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 1:28 am
One Day..
Sunday, October 22, 2006
I came home so extra early to do my homework, but then realised that the homework question concerns a blardy case study. And since I do not have the textbook, and everyone else I know in class is not at home, I'm stuck. At home. Early. On a Sunday night.
This is shitty man. And no, I wasn't trying to scrimp and save by not buying the textbook. The stupid subject had to use a textbook that was not in print anymore, making it so blardy difficult to buy. I'm like in queue number #220 for the secondhand textbook which seems to have also run out of stock since all the seniors have already sold theirs.
As such, with ample time on my hands, I have decided to blog and let you guys have something to read and kill time with in the office.
Oops. Did I say in the office?
So.. I will try to summarise two outings in one post.
To sum it all, one day, I went to Sentosa:
And for the other day I went ice-skating:
Yes, in case you're asking, my leg did hurt. Not because of the sprain, but because I think they gave me a size too small. As a result, today's ice-skating suck big-time. I ended up sleeping on the bench while the rest were screaming away and having fun. Was too lazy to change the shoe size.
But let's talk about Sentosa first. It's been a long time since I've been there. Somehow, without Val around, none of us had the brains to bring the volleyball. So we didn't. And ended up terribly bored. We decided to bury someone.
I shall not go into further details. I can imagine someone already feeling murderous after I post this pic.
And also, though without volleyball, we found Val. Well, in an ironical way. We all know how Val's nick is Duracell bunny, so:
Note: You're supposed to zoom in on the thing Jo is holding.
Other more notable things about the Sentosa outing was the weather. It was horrid. But then, it made the heat more tolerable actually, though there was this sickening burning smell that won't go away no matter how strong the wind was that day (there was hardly any wind actually).
And also how we spent like $30.50 on ice-cream ALONE.
How could anybody spend $30 on ice cream and look so happy? Well, us. As Fang said, "jiu jiu yi ci" (once in a long while), is alright. Well, she's the Fang Ah Ma, I guess she knows best :D
Okay. Actually, the above pic was taken BEFORE we found out the prices.
This was the AFTER shot.
The pattern that they put the plants kinda look like that symbol they have in Naruto right? Hahaha!!
Okay, and lastly, I thought this was a rather memorable picture, taken SECONDS before I fell down after talking about Solskjaer (Note: Would like to once again rub in the fact that Man Utd just beat Liverpool 2-0. So sorry, I was very disappointed about losing to Arsenal. But now there's something I'm happy about.)
Nope, Manda, I wasn't looking at cute guys. I was talking about being Mrs. Solskjaer and digging my nose at the same time. It made me skip a step and go tumbling down the hill like Jack and Jill.
Eh, by the way you guys noticed that the nursrey rhyme Jack & Jill is actually quite violent? Remember the part that goes "Jack fell down and broke his crown and Jill came tumbling after."
Gawd! Broke the skull leh! How much worse can it get?
Okay, now on to our next outing: Ice-Skating.
Was very glad to see many old friends. Not many, but enough to few glad. Everyone of them agreed that I put on weight. Thanks! Firstly I had people on the internet asking me whether Yang Yang is my son, next, they say I put on weight, which makes everything 'fall into place' and become more believable.
But then again, I wouldn't mind if my future child is as cute as Yang Yang. Damn, I'd be proud!
So the stupid skates were hurting my leg. But that didn't stop me from skating a little bit. Jo had this balancing problem, so Wendy and I decided to offer our help. We just asked her to stand straight while we kinda half-pulled half-dragged her along. She screamed all the way that finally, me and Wen gave up and slammed her against the wall. Ok. Not exactly slam. But you get the idea. We just ... how do you say.. awww.. forget it.
Jo is fine as ever, so don't worry about her safety. Oh, but I was guilty of making them fall once. Just once.
I was pointing to Rule #5 at the rink, where it stated that no more than two persons should hold hands while skating.
I said I found it stupid, but I soon found out the reason behind. So there we were, four girls, Jo, Fang, me, and Wen holding hands with each other respectively.
I lost my balance and almost fell backwards. I gave a VERY LOUD SHOUT. My auto-reflex made me pull the two hands that I was holding on to. Wen noticed and stopped, but Fang was too late, I pulled her backwards instead and she ended up falling on her butt. But as she fell, HER auto-reflex made her pull Jo too, and Jo fell.
It was kinda silly to think back because earlier on I was the one who screamed, but the other two ended up falling.
Oh, and if you thought that was funny, I can tell you something funnier.
There was once I went shopping with Jo. We then decided to take the train. I scanned my EZ-link card and got past the gates. Turned around to look at Jo when I realised she did not come after me.
I stared at her for a full .. I think.. 60 seconds with my jaw on the floor as she repeatedly tried to scan her card.
She was causing a mild human traffic jam behind her as she tried the different scanners belonging to the different gantrys.
There she was, wondering why the card could not scan.
There I was, wondering why the hell she was scanning her POSB Debit card.......
Lastly, we took some pics today. Really fun. I think all of us should, as Fang said about the ice-cream, take neocards/neoprints once in a long long while, simply because it's FUN!
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 9:56 pm
Contrary to Popular Belief
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
I wasn't staring at cute guys when I fell. I mean, I DO stare at cute guys, but it didn't cause my fall.
It was.. none other than.. my ex-ex-boyfriend that caused it; Ole Gunnar Solskjaer.
There I was happily hopping down the stairs and asking everyone's opinion of whether I should print MRS SOLSKJAER on a Man Utd jersey when PLOP.. I fell down.
To break the fall to prevent it from being 'further-sprained' (time seemed to stop for a moment), I landed on my knees instead.
But as luck would have it, the floor was lined with wooden planks, thus everyone only heard the PLOP sound when my kneecaps landed on the wood, and when they turned to look, lo and behold! Ciin was kneeling to them.
Anyway, I went to Raffles Hospi today for my company check-up (Yes! Confirmation received!!).
Had an X-ray done there, and now I can officially conclude that.. I have pretty nice-looking lungs. The veins and all were spread very nicely like those leaf vein patterns. Wow!
And next, I had trouble getting out of the carpark at Raffles Hospi. I went with Rebecca since she received her confirmation too, and we got into the car to get back to the office.
"I think to get out is to turn left, the way we came from." I told her.
"Eh, but the Exit sign points right. Maybe we should go right instead?"
I think that it makes sense. It was our virgin visit there and I guess following at where the Exit sign points to is quite logical.
So I did. Turned here, there, here, there, and finally the exit sign ended abruptly... because it was pointing towards a door.
SO THEY FRIGGING MEANT EXIT THE CAR-PARK BY FOOT. I think it would have helped alot if they drew a human sign beside the exit sign, instead of putting those normal EXIT signs all around.
What a joke!
Anyway, as some of you know, I managed to get the Colt with me the whole day, thanks to the generousity of a good brother (I mean the real blood-related one), as well as a sprained foot, and a nicely-timed holiday for my mother.
So there I was, the first day, I got to work at 8am because there was limited carpark space at my workplace. Parking outside meant that I had to use coupons which seriously suck. Can you imagine how much I would have used up just for one day's parking?
Thousands! (I didn't fail maths. I'm just lazy!)
And so I was reversing into the lot within the office premise when I reversed into another car. Thankfully the car was in such a way that the front number plate was protruding out, so the Colt knocked the plate first.
Worriedly, I immediately got off to check. The other car was okay. But the Colt was scratched. Actually, stupid me didn't even notice I had hit it already until one of the kind technician told me, assumably after noticing my P-plate.
So there was this really ugly mark on my Colt's butt, and I was quite disturbed.
But imagine how much more disturbed I was later on when I found out that the car I had reversed into actually belonged to the GM of the other division.
I fell down to my knees (once again) to thank the people who control the universe for not letting anything happen to that car (which I later on found out belonged to the company anyway so nobody gives a damn).
And you know what was the sweetest thing that day? After work when I rushed down immediately to rush for school lessons, I just had to stab myself in the gut again by going to the butt of the Colt to look at the scratch.
And I think someone washed/polished/cleaned it off for me. Because it was COMPLETELY gone!!
PS: Still waiting for Sentosa photos. It's ON THE WAY!!
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:54 pm
Peace & Quiet
Sunday, October 15, 2006
I know my tagboard is down. Ridiculously, I know there is now a sudden prompt that is asking you all to type down a password.
I will try to correct that problem. Please give me a grace period of, say, ten years or so. Down the road, I'm sure I'd have it rectified (by probably changing the entire blardy blogskin).
But then again, occasionally, it's good to have a little peace and quiet, you know. Nobody to nag at you to "CAN YOU PLEASE FRIGGING UPDATE? The stuff you wrote is being studied in primary school already!!"
At which point I will reply "Hey! Primary school also haven't learn history can?"
And then you will say "Eh! But I remember reading something in Primary school about that Sang Utama Nila guy who discovered Singapore and threw away something really expensive into the sea!"
And then I will say "I only know who is Sang Nila Utama. I wonder which primary school you studied in."
Ok, so, a kazillion people who went with us to Sentosa are eagerly awaiting the photos. I must remind you that not all were taken with my EVER-LAGGY N73, so I'd wait for Fang's side to come in and then upload all at one go.
Meanwhile... Here's a sneak peek:
A real SNEAK peek.
My cute (ugly but adorable) toe peeping out at you.
You must be wondering what I'm doing under all that sand. Well, I am going to seriously tell you that not everyone has friends like mine who treat you SO good, they practically help you dig your grave.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 1:37 pm
Ouch
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Sometimes, pain can come in several different ways.
Let me give you an example.
Physical pain.
The other day, Joon flew towards me. Jo was sitting beside and Joon's P-plate flying almost knocked into Jo, so Jo tilted her head at a weird angle in order to avoid my bird.
In the process, Jo sprained her neck.
That's Ouch #1.
Emotional pain.
Met Lao Da the other day and he related to me about a job interview. He went all the way down, the interview proceeded smoothly as he predicted, but just as he got up and shook the interviewer's hand, she told him "Actually, I need someone who is young, tall, and handsome."
He is neither all.
I imagined him walking out of that room with a pained expression on his face.
Next. Gao wei pains. Very similar to the Physical Pain of Jo's, but this one is different.
It's a more of a ... pain that won't go away. Contact lense wearers in Singapore would know what I'm talking about if they had put on their contacts (by the way I went to make glasses in view of oncoming worse hazy weathers).
You just keep blinking because you thought it's your contact lenses blurring up.
It's ok if it's just you alone, but when I talk to Jo and we both are facing each other, we're practically blinking non-stop that most of the time when we look at each other, our eyes are closed.
Apparently, people in Tekong don't know how bad it was the past few nights (surprisingly when they are out over the weekend, the haze just miraculously hid itself).
Here's a few pics. Add in the very yucky burning smell and you can just understand just how tough we OUTSIDE people had it when you guys are breathing fresh Tekong air.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 5:14 pm
Sleep
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Today, I did nothing else except sleep, sleep, and more sleep. So shiock!
To be honest, I 'camped' at my parents' room, because I thought since I was on MC, then what the heck, I may as well try to finish up Goong. Yes. Goong. The show that almost every girl I know is raving about. ON AND ON AND ON.
And I still haven't perfectly understood what's up with the prince that made them drool over him so much. I mean, isn't the third party guy 10000x more droolable?
There is something about melancholic guys that is so attractive!
Okay, but there's like a THIN line between pessimistic and melancholic. I prefer the latter.
So.. as I said I camped there. But the medication made me drowsy. SUPER drowsy, as I shall emphasize using the picture below:
At the beginning I was at Point 1. Slowly I nodded off to sleep. As such, coin (marked with yellow circle) dropped out of bag, miraculously from INSIDE my wallet too! I must have been horribly active in my sleep.
Finally, I gave up the fight with the sand man and decided to just drift off to sleep, at which I then moved to Point 2. I forgot what I was dreaming about, but I think it was vaguely related to soccer and Solskjaer, because I then kicked my phone and sent it flying off the bed; needless to say I was rudely awaken by the sound of it crashing almost 2 metres away from the bed.
Got up half-asleep, picked up phone while muttering "Oh Sh*t!" and finally decided to place everything properly on the bedside table before retiring to Point 3.
What an adventurous day I tell you!
Of course, if you think it was an undisturbed sleep, well, I'm telling you it's not. In-between, I was bombarded with SMS-es (one even from Jo who even DREAMED that I forgot I had school later on at night!!), as well as one very important irritant that I just could not bear to scold and chase off.
Irritant was eventually captured, and if you would trust me enough to translate from his language, he was saying : Cindy Lim! Sayang me. NOW! I order you!
CINDY LIM! SAYANG ME NOW!!!
Tell me.. HOW to resist?
Yes. He was making whining noises all the while too!
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:13 pm
The Feeling...
Now that I am earning my own keep, I am going to share with all of you the feeling of buying your own mobile phone with your own moola.
You know how it is when you draw a salary and you start buying WHATEVER you like. But using your money to buy your own phone is a completely different feeling from using it to buy something else. Perhaps it's because a handphone is probably the most expensive thing I own. I choose. I search. I buy.
Answerable to only myself. The feeling of independence (and not needing to ask Dad for extra cash to buy the new phone) is good. But then, after purchasing it, there is this stupid feeling that maybe I had made the wrong choice?
In Marketing theory, we call it.. cognitive disonnance. It's a type of post-purchase behaviour which.. seriously, you guys couldn't care less to know about so I won't drone on more about it.
Basically, it's TEARING MY HEART APART lah.. Haha!! I mean, the amount of cash that's missing in my bank after buying the phone is abit.. painful. Physically, because after that I've been slapping myself, so the pain became physical.
But then, I have taken some photos, uploaded it, and I'm wow-ed by it so much that, I take it all back. I did not regret buying a N73.
And this is why:
Some of you have even expreienced for yourselves how it is virtually IMPOSSIBLE to take a very good picture of a bird (much less using a HANDPHONE camera).
Especially, when that stupid bird is Joon Joon.
But, you should really check this out:
Click on pic to enlarge. Lovely isn't it?
It's stunning to the point that it can focus on her and even blurs the background.
I know the picture is abit dark but I've taken a few flash shots and believe me, the flash is overpowering. She became almost like a white bird instead of her original yellow.
Here's a few other random shots. I'd probably upload more in due time, but then, you see, me owning that phone is also TO ALL YOUR ADVANTAGE. Wouldn't you guys finally be happy that now there is almost DEFINITELY a camera to take pics of every group outings and even videos (provided you invite me along, and provided I attend. Please ignore Jo's angry outburst regarding coming Saturday).
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 12:33 am
Update Liao Larrrrrr!!!!
Monday, October 02, 2006
I've finally realised what a bunch of naggy people I socialise with.
Few days never blog only complain letters, emails and SMSes start coming in.
Let me start with talking about one of the more recent outings I had with my mates.
Oh, I have got to write about this. I sat a bike. And I mean a motorbike. It belonged to Lex's friend, and it was those kinda really cute scooter that kinda resembles a Vespa, not those lean and mean machines where you have to like get uncomfortably close to the 'driver'.
In fact, part of the more memorable reason was that before putting on the helmet, Lex's friend, Yiming, had the cheek to ask me to sniff the helmet first.
So duh right? Hahaha!!
Sort of like sniff to 'check' that it's clean. SMELLS clean. I asked him was it because he kept his used socks in it before but he shrugged it off.
We then went to this particular part of Gardens where certain association was celebrating the Mid Autumn Festival.
It was dark so you can't see much, but evidently, we were all damn happy lor. Haha!
Oh yea, I suddenly remembered about this, but then Lex said something really stupid and I pretended to whack him, and he got into this sissy fighting stance and said "hey, they DO teach us close combat training in the army, you know" he said in his super deep throaty manly voice (which was actually caused by sore throat).
"Girls don't fight close combat. We scratch and pull each others' hair!" I retorted.
Lex then bowed really low like those polite Japanese people, and slapped his head and said "See? No hair for you to pull!"
I rolled my eyes, but Jo walked over and really pinched, and I REALLY mean PINCHED a punch of his really short hair and Lex gave this really loud OWWWWWWWWWWWW!!
It was so blardy funny that I had to sit down before I could laugh (because I was quite urgent and needed to go to the toilet), so there we sat for like 3 minutes before everyone's bladder was consistently on the verge of bursting and we ran off to the overused yet underrated petrol kiosk toilet.
Oh, and just a short note, I bought the Nokia N73. I know I was going on and on forever about getting a K800, but then suddenly the idea of owning a WHITE phone became extra appealing overnight, I just could not resist.
I was also told that the white N73 is a 'sort of' limited edition. Production ratio is 1 white phone to every 5 grey produced. Doesn't make sense to me though. In what way is it limited?
Okay, so anyway, here's a close-up of Kilo that I took with the new phone.
