Tuesday, February 27, 2007

You Mean It Was Chinese New Year?

This has got to be one of the toughest Chinese New Year's I've ever experienced... Ok, the 1st 3 days were fun because all I did was eat, gather ang paos and play mahjong. Played lots and lots of mahjong and I just kept winning. Even when I didn't want to win, even when my mum and sister threw the winning card one after another and I refused to win because I felt bad, I ended up zi-mou-ing the card myself. :)

But the days after that were simply hell. I was in school from Wednesday to Friday doing the stupid case competition, getting riled up and let my emotions run high, annoyed myself to the high heavens... sigh. In the end, we didn't get chosen. Mixed feelings about that because on one high, I was ecstatic that I didn't have to see those 3 people anymore. But to think that I wasted all that time for naught, and caused me to do shoddy work for my school work. Merde...

I had a term paper due on Monday and could only start doing it on Sunday because I still had Waikiki (an annual school beach event) to attend and help out with. I was burnt to a crisp as usual. Ah, the curse of being fair... :(

But when I handed in the term paper, apparently we were supposed to choose a research paper (i.e. hypothesis, research, with numbers basically) and I chose a research article (qualitative information). I think my face fell so rapidly that my prof tried to comfort me and said what was done was done. Haiz...

So yup, my Chinese New Year was fleet and painfully short. At least I won money.

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Sadomasochist
The above title would apply to me. Why, why, why do I persist in making my life miserable? Why do I seem to enjoy engaging in activities that are bound to end in suffering and pain? Why, why, why, indeed.

No, I'm not talking about whips and physical torture, but more of a gigantic headache and miserable emotions when I subject myself to working with people of a certain nationality. No names of course, or else later the government hurls me to court and charges me for racism. That, or for scaring foreign "talent" away.

Let me now explain my situation/predication a little...

There's this Citibank case competition that I thought would be good exposure to join. Crotch (you remember him.. from my OCBC days) asked if I was interested in forming a team with him and in a moment of folly, I agreed. Even though my OCBC working experience wasn't a joyful thing to remember. It's a woman thing... recall how women forget how painful childbearing is, therefore allowing multiple pregnancies? It's the same logic. We know it's painful, but having forgetten HOW painful, we allow the same situation to persist.

Anyway, the team Crotch formed eventually consisted of 3 people from the same nationality and ME. No price for guessing what happens next.

I simply don't get it. How do they manage to live with themselves and their inflated egos? It's like having to deal with 2 people within the same body. In fact, I'm quite certain a person of that nationality would be able to have a lengthy discussion all by himself/herself simply because he/she loves the sound of his/her voice. It's simply amazing. It's like, Hi, I'm Sam. This is my inflated ego, Am. Now shut up bitch and listen to what we have to say. Any lapse in conversation is meant as a breath-intake and NOT for your contribution.

I hate it how they ramble on and on. I hate it how they can spend 8 hours talking BULLSHIT and then declaring the meeting a success. I hate how they can go round in circles, never quite hitting the point, then suddenly declare a division of work, throw you something, and expect it within the next hour. When you dare to give a "huh" face, they make this annoyed sound and proceed to speak SLOWLY (but still in CIRCLES) about what they sort of, perhaps, maybe think the situation is about and what it calls for.

Fuckers. Truly, motherfuckers. There's this one team mate, let's call him FuckFace. He's the kind who thinks he's so damn great, thinks he knows the whole damn world, thinks he's so damn good. Excuse me, if you are so damn good, why didn't you get picked for the Cognitare (this prestigeous elite club in SMU) team? Yes, you speak well, as you rightly pointed out. But the way you frame and present yourself is an INSTANT turnoff. I feel like spitting into your face.I feel like raining punches down on you. You're condescending, arrogant, self-absorbed and an all-around asshole. Maybe the reason you didn't get picked was because you aren't personable and people immediately feel like puking when hearing you speak.

A good speaker is not just one who can speak well, but also one who can connect with the audience. And you, in this aspect, have failed miserably.

Why, why, why, did I think this team was going to work?

Like I said, I'm a masochist.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Happy Valentine's Day

The Fadz man and I decided to beat the crowds and eschew tradition by celebrating V Day earlier. After all, I had a test the day after V Day so it mad more sense to celebrate early. Thank you baby for making the day great and romantic!

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A beautiful rose to start the day (5 points!)


So what happens when 2 broke people want to get away for a little romance? A picnic at Botanical Gardens sets up the day nicely.


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We had to walk damn far in to escape the smattering of maids, foreign workers and maids with foreign worker boyfriends who hovered near the Tanglin entrance. Lo and behold, we ended up at the same tree when we last visited Botanical Gardens 3 years ago. Talk about deja vu. The tree seems to have remembered us cos it kept dropping its fruits on us. :P


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The bandstand where every wedding photo in Singapore seems to be taken at. When we were at the Botanical Gardens, we saw 2 couples circling the swan lake to take wedding photos. -_-'''


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I asked Fadz to give me his best commercial pose. I suppose you can interpret this as "What do you mean you've never heard of Bunderburg rootbeer? Nuff said, it's great stuff stupid."

My darling made this outing all the more memorable and wonderful because he prepared all the food and I didn't have to lift a finger! In his exact words " It's my turn to wine and dine you." Awww...

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Salad first! Grape salad with cream cheese.

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Yummy, I say!

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Cheese sausages! Slurp!

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I'm eating here.. whatcha looking at?

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Boo!

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Just lazing around and looking as the white fat clouds roll by...

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Chill out time!

What's a meal without great dessert?

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Oatmeal peanutbutter cookies... man I'm gonna get fat.

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My contribution! Chocolate cupcakes.. There's a 'heart' and 'U' too..

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Happy Valentine's Day!

And you know how he made the day even more special? He consented to take me shoe shopping and stood by as I tried on shoe after shoe, nudged aside frantic shoppers and maintained a cheerful composure.

Once a year only mah.