So on the first real day of PUS, DPM Teo Chee Hean came to have a “conversation” with the participants. Simply put, any little respect I have for him before is now lost. Essentially, he skipped over vital topics the youth are interested in and essentially explained the PAP manifesto- the the…
Since us NTU interns are leaving soon, one of my department’s colleagues treated us to a feast at Muthu’s Curry. I never knew I had so much to talk about to a 40+ year old indian man. HAH. And you can tell he’s getting rich and all ready to enjoy life when he goes back to Indian. I nearly exploded last night. I need to start exercising. This period in Sembship made me look at Indians differently but obviously I have not gotten over the fact that high class rich fuck Indians in Singapore are the most demanding customers in the world. True story. And I would love to squish them into a pulp with an Ikea pot.
I very much envy people like him despite the sacrifice he made to leave his family behind to work in a foreign land for a freaking 17 years. He told us, “I like Singapore, the people here are very obedient.” FML. And then he added, “Your government doesn’t know how to take care of his people. I like Singapore best for the money. When I’ve earned enough, I will run back to India and be king. What about Singaporeans? Where can they run?” FML again. He talked about how through the 17 years, he’s 47 btw, he’d save and send money back to India. He invested in a total of 4 pieces of land and a rice padi field about half the size of Sembship. SERIOUS?!!! HEY WHY ARE WE DRIVING A HOUSE AROUND WHEN THEY CAN HAVE 4 PIECES OF LAND AND A RICE PADI FIELD. He intended to build properties on his land and rent them out. Facepalm.
“When I go back next year, I will treat my wife like a queen for all the time she spent taking care of my parents. I bought her a SGD$5.5k gold chain for her birthday. One, to make her happy, and two, for investment HAHAHAHA.” -__-lll Very cute.
This is my favourite part. He apparently is still all sappy and in love with his wife. His monthly phone subscription gave him 700min talk time and it wasn’t enough. Whenever his wife came over they’d spend the whole night in east coast just talkinggggg. He claimed this is love…. And to save money, wait for first train. Facepalm. Hahaha. And the most surprising thing is this was an arranged marriage. He was very much in love with someone else before his wife. He isn’t the first case I heard, but they all treat their wives better than husbands in Singapore do wtf. Hell I bet this has something to do with the mentality of resigning to fate and making the best out of it. Singaporean kids will never hear of having their partners chosen by their parents. To be extreme, I’m not surprised they elope or they jump of the highest building they can find.
This must be the difference between real happiness, perceived happiness and grass-is-always-greener-on-the-other-side feeling. While we always have the choice to choose someone, we’ll never be satisfied. If we don’t need each other, we tend to get angry more often. 0_0 Arranged marriage may not always be the best thing, but the examples I see are all very successful. And he can cook. I can’t.
If I ever step foot in India, I will go find Rajen and kop some rice from his rice field. Thanks for being my friend! =D
This is the first time I didn’t spend my birthday with my sissy. Doosh. She’s on a trip to the land of stinkies and not bathing for 16 days, is not funny sissy, not funny. You bathe 16 times when you come back and before you step into my… our room!! So we’ll have that celebration probably 2 weeks late in Malaysia with our cousins. So eggcited, 2 weeks to sweet freedom, 10 working days, fwalalala.
I took down my DOB info from fb cus I wanted to see just how many ppl relied on their memory to rmb my bday (and cus I give no damn about birthdays anw). Danson is just pure lucky that it falls on his sis’ too. And surprise surprise, especially for my uni mates who rmbed, cus I wasn’t all that willing to disclose the day I entered this human polluted land of the lost. And I’m sure I haven’t told many about my site.
It’s just really sad because I reminisce the times when you have this whole logbook of “Friends’ birthdays” and you try to rmb and wish them all (so that you can look forward to them giving you goodies in class lolol kidding). Now with fb, I just about forgot most of my friends’ birthdays. If I missed the fb reminder I try my best to act as blur and pray the person won’t grudge. I lament that kids nowadays don’t exactly treasure face-to-face conversations with their real friends that is if they have any, what with all the “wonders” of advanced technology. Even I am sucked into it.
No one hates receiving presents. It’s just whether you’re so obsessed with them that you MUST HAVE THEM or it’ll be an indicator that everyone hates you, or, you take it when it comes. You’ll feel much happier for the latter. And yes I am! HAHA. This is so funny but I never thought my laptop sticker, Marie the cat, would catch the attention of my intern friend, Terence. He bought me a Marie cat lunchbox lolol wtfbbq. Sibei… PINK. And cute too. He accidentally left the price tag there I’m sure… *destroys price tag to save him from embarrassment*
And because my bday falls on a Monday, I was very seriously contemplating the possibilities of me chao geng-ing and running off somewhere to play. I didn’t. And I don’t know why. My assessment is done. I should start an “All hell break loose” campaign in my office. But that’s ok because I ald had a great time last sat with Danson. I FINALLY GOT A LIZARD. =DDDDD XOXO. Swore my Agnes B. post wasn’t a hint hint. The lizard came with my next fav thing. I’ve got the moon hung around my neck~
And if Singapore’s goddamn weather wasn’t this goddamn, the tree house would’ve been perfect.
But I’m not complaining! It’s nice! The waiter was damn fail though. Danson: How big is Chocolate Ecstasy? Waiter: It’s small… Me: Oooo, what’s in it? Waiter: (exasperated) It’s just a cake. It’s not. It was a shiny dark chocolate dome I can check my reflection in. He was a laughingstock. Lololol.
That’s Pork Belly you’re looking at.
That’s Pork Belly and a potential pork belly you’re looking at.
Smug-looking Danson. Don’t know why I thought he looked kinda smugly hahaha.
The whole thing was awesome and women are hard to please because if you don’t spend on them they’re going to find other people to spend on them and if you spend on them they’re going to feel bad because just cus. LOL.
To say I envy my sis’ non-bathing days is weird but wtfbbq Yun Nan really has tons of animals!!!
They have caterpillars.
Ferocious looking stag beetles.
Butt-smelling goats.
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THE AWFULLY ADORABLE ROCKY AH WANG. I ald feel like I love him. ZOMGGG. It’s hard to believe he grew up in the rubbish chute, finds food in the rubbish chute, pees in the rubbish chute etc. and still look this healthy. I had a dog while I was on community service trip in Sabah. Sandy followed me around like a gd pet. It chased the van I was in when I was leaving. I couldn’t help but cry. My sis have sooo many pets apart from Rocky. Envy max. Anw, my first love will always be animals. Not bathing for days doesn’t sound that bad with animals surrounding you.
My auntie gave me a huge present. My cramps are incorrigible.
The fire has been burning for so long in the Singaporeans why hasn’t it exploded. I’m waiting~ Which idiots will continue believing PAP does everything in our interest. Facepalm. The ridiculous thing is all the very smart people appear to be the very blinded ones. Someone once told me I can live comfortably with a $2k+ salary plus $2k+ salary with my partner. Really? REALLY?! Ya can la, no car no children and a backside of housing debt + miscellaneous fees + transport + food + your parents + no family time + zero free time on hobbies + no holidays. No charity work, no enjoyment of life. DON’T tell me people are starving out there. When I’m financially free of debt I’ll do something about them as mush as I can I PROMISE.
I’m not going to write his name here, but _____ you are so so so so so wrong. If you think keeping a nation’s GDP high is all there is, you’re wrong. You’re fit to run a business corporation but you’ll never be fit to run a nation.
When all your stress for the past few months is gone, in that awe-worthy moment, you go into an abounding high for like 2 seconds before you realize boredom is so much harder to go through than rushing a report that becomes bootless in approx. 5 months. Relate with me my dear engineering intern friends. We can’t sleep, eat, drink (alcohol), draw, pick on each other’s noses, read comics, laugh at comics… sleep. We can, however, pretend to type important attachment-company-related documents on MS word before transferring them to our own non-existent-2D-friend aka blog and whine about how we wasted 3 weeks of our life whining. We can, also, read something important in de company library like the Singapore Standards on LOTO systems and our much hated ISO 14001:2004 for the sake of reading it. I choose the latter. With a story book slotted in between the pages of said procedures. I feel sleepy even writing this. You don’t have to read it. Oops I should’ve written this from the beginning.
Next chapter, cus I still have 30min to off time. As much as I envy the famed, I only do love the fame. I kinda finally realized my reluctance to spend time (Yes, my precious TIME!) on getting to it so that should gather I’m not so into the whole bling thing, or maybe I’m just being a sour grape. I pulled out of CAC face when I heard I have to go back NTU (that’s muthafucking west again) every week for practice and shit. I so much as pulled out of Singtel grid girl though I know that could fulfill my crazy fan girl dream of becoming the next uh… Lisa S.? (Whatever, I didn’t say Tyra Banks. It sounded too far-fetched.) I chose my annual family trip to Malaysia, which I can easily skip, as an excuse when friends asked what happened to my much hyped over (squealy, possibly bimbotic) grid girl audition. I fantasized over being a waitress 37843247282374 feet above sea level but I didn’t have the courage to interview for it. Why why why. Because I have stage fright. I get a black piece of paper occupying entirely every possible corner of my brain, even though brains have no corners because it’s round hmmm, before the monstrous looking interviewers. And so, I reiterate, I’m just not cut out for fame.
10 ways to become famous when you’re not cut out for fame:
1. Drown yourself in voluntary work. This is Gd cause. People will somehow find you n feature ur willingness to get down and dirty. Ur luxury is priceless.
2. Be a SUCCESSFUL entrepreneur.
3. Have 39 cats at home.
Take the rest as nonsense to release my pent up boredom.
4. Do something really stupid that people will video u down and post it on stomp.
5. Get conned by Steven Lim’s fake model agency until he can no longer hold his testosterone-filled dick.
6. Get fucked by at least 48 prominent figures. (for the sweet sixteens and below)
7. Refuse to take your make up off for years.
8. Eat only nuggets for your whole life.
9. Scold the government with a loud hailer at the Istana.
10. Head butt the police while clubbing.
Yay! Off time.
It is finished.
MY JOB IS DONE WOOHOO!!!!! “Your boss is happy I am happy you should be happy.” Yeah of course I’m Fucking happy. No more drowning in log books and trawling through sites to find nice n cheap companies to implement my case. Yeah. I’m happy.
Now what do I do for the next 3 weeks. 0_0
I wasted $38.80 on printing and an additional $3 on binding my report into a book and my sup says I can’t hand it in today because wtfbbq he hasn’t actually read my draft and therefore I have to print another final report and give it to my prof some other day which means I will have to omfg travel all the way to the fucking west within this week to hand it to him and the fucked up thing is I assumed my department’s precious colour printer will be out of bounds for my 100-page report so I didn’t ask and when I did finally ask (because wtfbbq you don’t expect me to spend another ~40 bucks on printing right) he gave me a matter-of-fact YA YOU CAN USE IT USE IT BY ALL MEANS THE PRINTER INK IS FOR YOU TO DRINK and I was banging my head against the wall in my mind on how stupid I can be so I am staring at my useless sad coloured expensive report now and wondering why I’m such a retard to print the draft just because the prof wants it today while the sup doesn’t want it to be today. WHO. Am I suppose to listen to?
I have these comments at the end of my posts by my dear friends sometimes. I happily want to reply them but I nv found the ‘reply’ button. Can I even reply? I’m not sorry if you think I’m a tech nooblet.
Meeting Ivantay every week is detrimental to my resistance against branded goods. I have never once looked in envy at my friend’s Gucci and Armani and yada yada. I was mildly interested in Agnes B (I’ll tell you why!) and then, that’s just about it. Who doesn’t wna be born with a golden spoooon. The thought of being financially free is just exhilarating. But since I’m not, I won’t complain either.
It’s sad that Singapore is an island of the same shopping centre replicated into hundreds of them. Trawling through high end shops in Taka every week is totally annoying cus I can see but I can’t buy. Grrr. My love for Agnes B has increased ever since I saw its animal mascot. ZOMG. 0____________0 LOVE. HEARTS. XOXO.
My fingers were itching to grab it to the cashier. I can afford it. It’s ok, I’ll just spend lesser for the next 8764958370347 months. TAKE ME (screams the lizard). Ugh. I never believed key chains can cost up to $85. You kidding me. What Who is this sorcery sorceress. Agnes Trouble you are trouble. Take your mascot away and I swear I’ll leave your goods alone.
Jackson wants to give me a $400 gecko for free. REAL GECKO. I kid you not. This is even better than Agnes B. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tokay_gecko
WHO WOULD SAY NO TO SUCH CUTE THINGS.
My mum.
Fed Ex. 使命必达
Ytd was the hardest time to get by. I was druggeddddd. No I’m just kidding. I had a case of runny nose blocked nose yada yada, it’s a vicious cycle, I get sick on an average of once every 2 weeks since entering this godforsaken place. The girl with the rock bottom immune system was named sick lamb by some particular person called Jackson Ang. Grr.
Being the very nice person Terence was, he gave me his Fedac tablets. One that instantly cures runny/blocked nose. Just like that. Snap. I definitely felt better… For like 15min. Yes, because after that, everything was a blur. I was drifting in and out of another dimension. Goddammit that med has drowsiness effects and that cucnathan didn’t tell me! The net says one pill can knock one out for at least 5 hrs. It would be cool if I could sleep. But this is not school. Nope. I’m staying awake no matter what. I K.O. during lunch. It was the awesome’st nap I ever had. I was glad Dina dear was there to distract me. And yes, Dansonang was nowhere to be found hmph. But thn I stopped replying her because my head just got heavier.
I was damn sure I blanked out for at least 20min with my eyes opened. Champion. Yes, that’s me.
On a side note, 16 WORKING DAYS TO SWEET FREEDOM WOOHOO. Hui Ling Ee Ling here we come!!!
I told my sup outright I wanted an A and asked him to tell my prof I’m a gd student. And he said, “OK anything else?” Hope this work wonders~
