A new beginning.

I promise that this time around, I will try my very best not to press the Delete button frantically after the fifth paragraph or so just because I thought I am being irrelevant. I know right, when have I ever been relevant?

First thing first, I am going back to school this year. NTU, EEE. Why NTU? Uhm, I don’t know, perhaps because NUS decided to send yet another rejection letter to me, or it could also be that SMU who decided to crush my impression on them. Snobbish interviewer? Fine. Snobbish lecturer? Nah, I’ll pass.

I know I’m desperate about going back to school, but if going back to school means being taught by lecturers who couldn’t even acknowledge their mistake, let alone apologize, when they correct me wrongly (see the irony, CORRECT ME WRONGLY), I would rather travel halfway across the island to Boon Lay to get my degree. Besides, I regard NTU as the better institution, and I’m glad they could see something in me that NUS unfortunately can’t. They probably read my blog entries about how desperate I was last year. Either way, thank you, NTU! You don’t know how relieved I felt the moment I saw that “Congratulations!” on your letter.

Going back to school also means quitting my current full-time job. I would be lying if I said that I’m not excited about having 5 weeks break after I quit, but I also like to say that this is the first company that I’m working full-time for, and this is by far the best year of my life.

Pathetic, you say? Try working in a company where most of your colleagues are beyond nice and helpful. Or even better, try working in a company where “thank you”s and “I appreciate that”s are abundant. If that’s still not enough, try working in a department that hold their own gifts-exchange during christmas and celebrate Christmas by playing games and holding jingle competitions. I must have done something good that life decided to return me a favour.

The pups.

I love the puppies because they make me feel less lonely when I’m home alone on a saturday evening. But, at the same time, I feel a tinge of sadness when I think about how ill-treated they have been by my landlords.

They deserve a better owner, one that will shower them with love and care, one that will treat them like parts of his/her family.

Good Charlotte. Hold On.

It’s not that I don’t give a shit about it, it’s just that every time this kind of incidents happens, I feel that a piece of the past that I have managed to leave behind decides to come back and occupies my mind again.

I am sorry that he had successfully done it. I really hope he failed.

Rest in Peace.

Quite honestly, the first two persons that I sympathize when I first heard about this are his parents. Can you even imagine how it must have felt for them to hear this news? I can’t. They have been separated with their child for months, and the next time they see him, he would be in a casket. And even if you can get around that justification that it’s just fate, the order is still not right; a child should be there on his parents funeral, not the other way round.

And some people just need to understand when to use the words “I’m really sorry to hear that” instead of “Thank God I’m not that kind of person”.

Trust me, even God doesn’t need your thank you for this one.

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I can’t keep on like this. Oh yes, I can!

Because I am a woman with too much free time,  I doodled this today..

This doodle is called Pumptato.
What the hell is Pumptato, you ask? It’s French for Brangelina.
(I’m kidding!)

And another thing that I love to do during my free time..

Upgrading my brain by reading too much Dilbert.

Dilbert: “I’m the victim of an ugly rumor at work.”

Dogbert: “Are you saying that the rumor is ugly or that the rumor is that you’re ugly?”

Dilbert: “I’m saying the rumor itself is ugly.”

Dogbert: “Well, then I have more bad news for you.”

<3

The Ox Day.

This year CNY is almost equivalent to epic failure.

It started off with me having to wake up at 9am because my period decided to swing by early this month.  As if that’s not enough, it had to come with all its glory on its first day, mighty heavy flow, and oh, not forgetting a generous bonus of stomach cramp. Isn’t it just so bloody (pun intended) fun being a woman?

I was supposed to meet Tante for lunch in the dead place called town, but I just had to bail out because my stomach was really shitting me. It’s a sign from the Universe that I need to start exercising.

After the pain decided to subside for a little bit, I bent over, reached under my mini bedside desk where I kept my sanitary pads and a lot of other things just to find out that I RAN OUT OF MY HUGEASS SANITARY PADS. Yes, I’m this kind of woman who just has to use my ultra long pad for the first few days of my nasty days.

I freaked out. Fair Price is closed. Everywhere is closed. I couldn’t do anything except to accept the fact that tomorrow morning I will have to clean up a huge mess because tonight I will create a Pacific Ocean of stains on my bed.

Mirna has been staying over at her aunt’s place since yesterday and she will only be back tomorrow. So, today is officially the loneliest day in the world. I spent my afternoon doing laundry, surfing the vast world of internet, watching Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show on youtube (I love Karolina Kurkova, by the way), reading some Dilbert, and taking a very short nap which lasted less than half an hour.

At around 8pm, I finally gave up on this lonelines (okay, I wasn’t that emo, but I just couldn’t find a more appropriate word) and decided to take a walk to 7-11 to grab some bread for dinner. I have never been so happy being inside 7-11, the only happy place in Depot Road where people are friendly, and food are abundant despite being unbelievably overpriced.

On my way back from there, I saw this Grandma who is always in the neighborhood. She always sits around this benches-area just outside Fair Price everyday. I always suspect that she’s homeless because she is just always there no matter how late I come back from work.

On normal days, there would be tens of people walking about Depot Heights everyday making the place so lively. Sometimes, there are also people who would sit by her just for a small talk. I have also seen some very nice people giving her some food.

Once on Christmas Eve, I gave her chocolates in the shape of Santa Claus wrapped beautifully in a colourful aluminium foil resembling a santa. I passed it to her saying Merry Christmas but she just smiled and stared at my chocolate for a good few seconds not knowing what to do. I told her it’s a chocolate and she could eat it, but apparently she doesn’t speak any english, not even chinese. She speaks Hokkien. And my Hokkien skill is equivalent to nothingness. So there I was, unwrapping the foil to let her know that it’s actually edible. She looked incredibly happy. I don’t know if it’s because of the chocolate santa or  because the gesture that I just made.

But today, I saw her sitting there, alone, accompanied by literally nothing but closed shops and a very cold evening breeze. I would definitely go up to her and have a small talk if only I knew how to speak Hokkien.

And there I was, standing 10 metres away behind her feeling like a jerk who whined the whole day about being lonely and all while this grandma had probably been sitting there the whole day not even knowing if she would be able to have any meals today or if she would have a place to sleep comfortably tonight. What was I thinking?

16.01 Futuristic

This rubbish bin is probably a lot more sophisticated, cooler, has better design, and is using a more expensive material than my current mobile phone.

Rubbish Bin Vs. My Mobile & DVD Drive combined!

Rubbish Bin wins them all.

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14.01 Hershey’s

This awesomeness of thing here contains caramel and dark chocolate.
It is smooth, creamy, and individually packed.
And the best part, it only has 60 calories.

What’s there not to like?

13.01 The Office

My favourite part of my workspace in the office.
They are very neatly arranged.

And the jeans-like thingum is the design of my cup for coffee/milo.