Monday, February 11, 2008

Amnestic

I always think of things to blog about when I'm at work and then when I get home I'll forget.. -.-" Oh the girl from Popular is in Dirt. Not that I think anybody here will know what I'm talking about.. Courtney Cox is pretty. Anyway, felt like crap today at work. Aching all over. But then I remembered two songs that I'd heard over the radio and immediately liked and listened to them on youtube over and over. =P The last song I remember I liked the first time I heard it on radio was Mika's Happy Ending which I heard on Halloween and listened to the youtube video over and over.. Except the MV had an alarm clock going off at the beginning, which was kinda annoying.


Taylor Swift's Teardrops on my guitar




Sara Bareilles's Love Song



If the video isn't here you can see here.


I prefer the second song to the first 'cos the first is a little...high-school-girlish.. Hmm...What's that word? I don't like the story of the MV either. Anyways, Sara Bareilles's a singer-songwriter. I don't know if she wrote all the lyrics of her songs but I like her lyrics. Spunky.

Her song, Fairytale

Cinderella's on her bedroom floor
She's got a
Crush on the guy at the liquor store
Cause Mr. Charming don't come home anymore
And she forgets why she came here
Sleeping Beauty's in a foul mood
For shame she says
None for you dear prince, i'm tired today
I'd rather sleep my whole life away than have you keep me from dreaming

Cause i don't care for you fairytales
You're so worried bout the maiden though you know
She's only waiting on the next best thing

Snow White is doing dishes again cause
What else can you do
With seven itty-bitty men?
Sends them to bed and calls up a friend
Says will you meet me at midnight?
The tall blonde lets out a cry of despair says
Would have cut it myself if i knew men could climb hair
I'll have to find another tower somewhere and keep away from the windows

Cause i don't care for you fairytales
You're so worried bout the maiden though you know
She's only waiting on the next best thing

Once upon a time in a faraway kingdom
Man made up a story said that i should believe him
Go and tell your white knight that he's handsome in hindsight
But i don't want the next best thing
So i sing and hold my head down and i break these walls round me
Can't take no more of your fairytale love

Cause i don't care for you fairytales
You're so worried bout the maiden though you know
She's only waiting on the next best thing
I don't care
I don't care
Worry bout the maiden though you know
She's only waiting spent the whole life being graded on the sanctity of patience and a dumb
Appreciation
But the story needs some mending and a better happy ending
Cause i don't want the next best thing
No no i don't want the next best thing

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

Pig, Out!

I'm starving right now.. And I can smell dinner...

Yesterday I had really really bad diarrhea. I was crying on the t-bowl. Boohoo.. Decided to take leave today so I can sleep in, and then I got a cold and couldn't stop sneezing. I officially hate the year of the Pig. Ok, quit whining you idiot. 4.5 hours to our dear Rat! I've got glitter all over my hands because I was trying to "construct" the lantern I bought in Chinatown the other day. I gave one to a penpal. I hope she doesn't get pissed off with all that glitter... =P I can't remember what I wanted to blog about.. I blame the flu med. Hopefully the Year of the Rat will indeed be G.R.E.A.T. for us RATS! Do you know how proud I am to be a Rat? Ha.. 'Cos we won the damn zodiac race using our brains. Yeah! We're smart and cunning. I don't think cunning is a bad thing so long as you don't abuse it and harm good people. Harm bad people!

Sunday, February 03, 2008

Young Hossan Sighting

I used "young" and not "mini" because Hossan is already quite mini. Ha.. The other day I went with my bosses and a colleague to a talk at a certain institution, so the people attending the talk were professors, teachers and students, plus erm people from don't-know-where like us? Ha.. There was this guy sitting at the other end of the room and the more I looked at him the more he looked like Hossan to me. Which meant I kept looking at him. Ha.. But only because he looked a lot like Hossan.. Was wondering if he was related to Hossan. Ha.. After the talk I went outside to wait for the bosses 'cos I wasn't sitting with them and the guy was there waiting for his friend too. On a closer look, he didn't really resemble Hossan actually.. So sad.. Anyway I was erm much more excited about it that day but the enthusiasm died down so thank goodness I didn't embarrass myself here. Ha..

In other news, the colleague who keeps calling me by the wrong name, and whom I generally can't stand, is finally leaving in the foreseeable future! I think I've ranted too much about her and that must have built up a whole lot of bad karma for me so I shall try to be nice. Because of personal reasons, she doesn't know she's being sacked for doing a pussy job thus far and thinks I'm leaving with her, so I've been kind enough not to let her know the truth and rub it in her face. See, I'm not such an evil person.

Meanwhile, I haven't received my first half month pay yet and I'm quite pissed off. I told my boss who told the woman who keys into the system and she at first said she did key in and then after I complained again she checked again and apparently traced it and said it'll come in with the second half month's pay. I got the email pay advice for the second half and not the first so I seriously doubt the money for the first half will be in. Once upon a time last year, I had to leave early and I gave my key to the office to the two part-timers that she hired and put in our projects because they said they would be in half an hour earlier than me the next day so I thought it would be fine passing them my key for them to lock up. Everybody else in the office were out those few days doing research. I told my boss about it. The next day I saw no sign of them, waited, and then went up to That Woman's office, whom she shares with many many people. She was not there and nobody knew anything about those two part-timers and my boss also didn't know anything so I had to look for this other lady who sometimes came into our office to do some work. Except I didn't know her last name or which block she was working at. Luckily somebody sort of knew her and told me. Turns out, the part-timers weren't going in so early and had given my key to That Woman, who told NO ONE about it, happily going to a meeting and she had to know I was going to our office in the morning and would need the key. Bloody hell. She could have just passed the key to somebody and leave instructions. She didn't even tell my boss she had my key. Bloody moron. So can you blame me for not trusting her? If my money is still not in I will be giving her a very black and BU SHUANG face when I confront her. I'm so looking forward to it.

Friday, February 01, 2008

I realise I haven't gone on msn at home for a long time 'cos i got all these offline messages that I didn't receive on webmsn at work... Meanwhile, my student's nick is saying teachers think very highly of themselves. Would you trust your teacher if he/she has super low self-esteem??

I wanted to blog about my "sighting" few days ago but I'm too tired to write about it properly now so I'll blog about it tomorrow. Ciao..

Thursday, January 24, 2008

What?

I still can't believe Heath L. is gone. I went and read some reports about it and people's comments. Some people have a lot more compassion and respect for him than some other people. Obviously those were American reports and the people knew him and the Hollywood scene. Most of them talked about the movies he did before Brokeback, I think because Brokeback was so famous, saying their favourite film of his is that would not really convey how much they loved him and appreciated his talent. But it was after watching Brokeback that I noticed him and found him to be a great actor. I love the movie and the only reason I don't say it's one of my favourite movies is because I don't really like the beginning parts on the mountain.. I don't mind it happening, I just don't like to watch it. If you understood what that meant. Anyway, I respect guys who are not homophobic and stand up for them. (Which is why I love Chuck and Larry.) Anyone who says the movie is "disgusting", in the words of my totally-ignorant and narrow-minded guy colleague (who is actually a good guy despite that), is simply a moron.

There are millions of people who deserves to die more than he. I can think of several now. Why are so many people dying? Oh I dreamt of yet another person dying yesterday. How...consistent. But it was some anonymous person I didn't know. The other side must be a better place. It has to be. Life is so over-rated. Maybe people are more enlightened at the other side. So the enlightened ones go over sooner. Such a pity. He was a great actor and would have been greater. It's like he was climbing up the ladder, almost reaching and then *poof* he disappeared. He didn't even fall. He just vanished. Did I mention I still can't believe it? At least Anita M. and Leslie C. had already sort of reached the top and enjoyed the view for a while. They just managed to evade the journey to oblivion. Which other actor can you think of who is young, damn good looking, talented, really nice and cute (character), really can act, acts for the craft, etc etc.. I think the most important thing here is young. Because there are other talented actors out there but few as young as he. (And so cute..) I did watch his past works - A Knight's Tale, Four Feathers, The Patriot.. Was he ever criticised? I don't remember reading any of that. 'Cos I do like his films. And he is so cute. (Was that inappropriate?)


Now, why do people like to think they know me? Do you even know what I like? What I like. It's easy to know what I love or hate because I shout about it. If you don't even know those then you obviously don't care to know. Do you even know what I watch? What I listen to? What I read? So how come you think you know me very well? I don't understand. What I can't stand is people who think they know me better than I know myself. I hate my family therefore I am childish and immature. Like I'm not the one living EVERY MINUTE OF MY FUCKING LIFE. Shouldn't my saying very little sometimes make you think that you don't know what is happening with me? Just because I don't open my mouth to talk doesn't mean I have nothing to say, doesn't mean nothing is going on in my head or my life. Do I need to SHOUT AND SCREAM about every detail of my life? I agree that there are people so clueless others know them better than they know themselves. But I am NOT one of them.

The other day somebody was telling me how lost she was feeling etc etc and then I was going to say she's making me depressed too and then she sent me a link to a clip about this really cute and I guess amusing small car. Right. Why do I even bother? I'm not you and you're not me. Now if everybody remembers that I'M NOT LIKE YOU and you stop thinking that I'm like you or that you know me so well, then this world will be more tolerable. Of course you do know some things about me and I know some things about you. But we should all remember we don't know everything about anything.






This pic reminds me of the Joker - Heath L.'s role in The Dark Knight.
The Yew is associated with immortality, renewal, regeneration, everlasting life, rebirth, transformation and access to the Otherworld and our ancestors. You can read about them here.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

I was going to have a happy post today because my Shinedown CDs arrived yesterday. And then I saw on CNA on the bus after work that Heath L. died. I was so stunned. The last two nights I had dreamt that two extended family members died. (One on each night.) The first one I woke up in the middle of the night and cried. I think there's only one person I would cry for. And then I went to work and my eyes were so itchy and then I got a cold and these people kept coming into my office and talking SO LOUDLY and they were talking so much I just wanted to shove them all out the door. That was yesterday. Second dream was just disturbing. And then this happened today. I pray and I hope that these are not signs. I pray and I hope that something is not happening, I pray and I hope that something never happens. Why are so many people dying? In reality or otherwise.

I thought I knew some things. I guess I know but... Maybe I'm the only one who knows. ...I need an anonymous blog.

Monday, January 14, 2008

January 14

Today I did not feel sleepy at all. What a miracle! Ha..

In the first week of January I called my dental clinic to make an appointment for cleaning and the receptionist told me the next available slot is on June 14. June?? Your next available date is June?? Because I knew that dental clinic is quite "hot" and I half-expected to not be able to get an appointment before Chinese New Year. So I actually did believe that they were fully booked till June 14. My incredulous tone of June?? was not disbelief at her words but at the fact they were so incredibly "hot" that they were fully booked for a whole half year. Anyway, the receptionist was puzzled at my incredulous tone, probably was thinking why my reaction was so exaggerated (ha..), and then thought about what she just said and finally (after a couple seconds) realised what she just said. "Oh, sorry sorry I mean January 14. Haha.. Sorry I mixed up. Haha.. Our next available slot is January 14..." Anyway I chose a date nearer to CNY so I don't erm need to maintain for too long. Ha..



Wednesday, January 09, 2008

Eh, the new show on Ch8 now very sad.. It was very funny and interesting at the beginning but now it's super sad. I wonder how long this series is supposed to be. This is the only role of F.Chin that I like. She must really like this role a lot because people were always saying she's very pretty in the first, what, 10 episodes, every single episode. Ha.. At least this role is quite interesting. And others too.. Ok I don't really like to talk about Chinese shows but I like this one.


These are the water babies jiejie gave me last year.. I got bored with them rather quickly. =P





Sunday, January 06, 2008

Christmas is (finally) over..

I don't feel like changing my blogskin.. Cos I'm very nua and I like the layout here. And the "stars" in the black background.And got space to put song lyrics and whatnot here. But it's very Christmasy (to me at least) and Chistmas is over le. All 12 days of it. But it's still winter and snow season somewhere else in the world, so I dont't care, I'm just leaving it as it is. =P

Don't really have anything to write except that French classes have started again.. But the class is much smaller so I'm a bit sian. I'm wondering if I'm very anti-social. When I went in, two new girls were sitting at one side, next to each other, and a guy from the previous class was sitting at the opposite side. I went and sat at my old place, which was a few seats away from the guy. The guy previously sat at the back of the class, i.e. perpendicular to the sides. The next two people who came in sat beside me. And I was wondering why people sat so close to me. Was I supposed to sit beside that first guy? Oops. Anyway another girl came in and filled in the hole so there were no gaps between people. Am I anti-social? I thought it's normal to leave some space..

I was a bit sian in class because we had to introduce ourselves again. I hate introducing myself. As in supposed to write and say stuff about ourselves in French. Was trying to think of more interesting things to say, other than the usual bore.. I said I was wearing black shirt black jeans ('cos we learned colours and clothes before) and that I like black. Ha.. Bo liao..

Two people from the previous class didn't turn up. I wonder who they are.. I hope it's the more interesting people. =P As in people who talk more in class. Just because I'm quiet in class doesn't mean I like the class to be quiet.. Chris always "apologises" for being too loud/talking too much. I wonder why. Long time ago, had lunch at her place with her bro and mum and obviously they were talking amongst themselves so I kept quiet. And then the bro said either they were too loud or I was too quiet. Ahem. Your family talking, what you want me to say? And I didn't want to say anything rude in front of the mother so basically I couldn't say anything. Haha..

Ok enough for today. Will try to write more, so my English will not deteriorate...

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

Happy New Year! And it's still Christmas..

Eh actually I very nua to blog. =P But very long never blog le so crap a bit here. Damn, what a nua start to a new year. Been playing Harvest Moon on my PSP a Lot. It's an extremely lame game.. But it's very long and I want to know how it ends so I've been spending a lot of time on it.

Mind block...

Survivor: China ended liao.. So sad.. I'm always sad when Survivor ends, even though I do want to know who wins it in the end. Sort of miss those people after watching them for so long.. But I think most people don't look better after putting on weight and make-up in the Reunion show. Ha.. Wonder when's the next Survivor airing here. Would have missed the show more if not for Christmas distractions..

I'm still extremely sian. Hai..

Friday, December 14, 2007

Post a Secret

Christmas makes me happy.. =) But it also makes me wish (more than ever) that I had a better family.

Saturday, December 08, 2007

Bonsoir

Okie, this entry is one week late.. Last Friday we had our practicum for TESOL and we had to teach in pairs. Me n wb taught Chinese and most of them already knew at least a little Chinese so it was slightly easier. And I think our group was the most fun. Ha.. Maybe 'cos our lesson plan was for children so they were deliberately acting cute. Ha.. And 'cos we played whacko. I was afraid they wouldn't be enthusiastic about such an "active" game but everybody had fun and were laughing throughout. Heng.. I was still wondering what would happen if we failed practicum.

And last Saturday during french class we learned prepositions. We had to practise by writing about what was in the classroom or the picture in the textbook and the rest of the class were supposed to guess. There are several posters in the classroom so I erm decided to be funny. Ha.. My sentence was: It's against/on the wall and to the left of the poster. People were confused and wondering which poster. And my answer was: a poster. Ha.. I think my teacher was probably thinking there was something wrong with my sentence but after I revealed my answer she was very amused. Yay I won the most creative award. Ha..

Today we had to describe people in class and the rest guess who the person is. I used mostly negatives (ie. her shirt is not white, not red etc) and everybody was confused again. Ha.. I won the most creative award again! Ha.. Give award to myself. But I think my french is quite bad. I need to refer to my notes for everything. After I finish my truckload of TESOL assignments then work harder for my french.. Next week is the last lesson le. Will take the next course in Jan.. Très bien!

Found a webpage with jokes about the French. Ha..
http://www.code7r.org/Bintoons/allies5.htm

Wednesday, December 05, 2007

You Are the Middle Finger

A bit fragile and dependent on your friends, you're not nearly as hostile as you seem.
You are balanced, easy to get along with, and quite serious.
However, you can get angry and fed up with those around you. And you aren't afraid to show it!

You get along well with: The Index Finger

Stay away from: The Pinky

Sunday, November 25, 2007

The Pillowman



*click here for somebody's review.

(Damn long story ahead.)

Yay it was great! Watched it on Tuesday 20 Nov 2007. Very interesting and exciting. I wouldn't have minded watching it again. I even checked the availability of tickets but everything was sold out already. So sad..

It wasn't action-packed but it was about a writer whose (rather perverse) stories were acted out in murders of 2 children and 1 girl was missing so many stories were told. I like stories. Anyway, the writer is in custody and 2 detectives are interrogating him. We find out the writer's name is Katurian Katurian Katurian. So funny. Haha.. "My parents were funny people." He has an older brother who is mentally unstable and was supposedly being interrogated "next door". =P So he talks about 2 of his stories which were acted out in the murders.

Can't really remember exactly now. Senile liao.. Anyway, there once was a little girl who was ill-treated by her father. Erm, can't really remember the parts in the middle but it was a short story. The end involved small apples, razors and small "people" who went down the father's throat and cut up his insides. I think. =P Same thing happened to the girl too, but I don't remember why. In the murder, an apple with razors was forced down a little girl's throat.

Second story is one of my favourites. There was a very poor boy who was bullied and despised by the other children because of his poverty but he remained kind and cheerful. One day he was sitting by the river when he heard a carriage coming. (Picture of a dark-looking man in cloak projected on stage, stories in comic book style.) The boy offered the man a sandwich that was meant to be his supper. The man sat beside him quietly and shared the sandwich with the boy. They talked while eating. After the meal the boy saw several dirty empty cages of animals and asked him what animals had been in there. (Don't remember what he said, but anyway,) the man thanked him and said, because you've been so kind to offer me part of your already meagre meal, I will give you a gift. You might not understand now but in time, you will thank me. He told him to close his eyes and the boy did. The man then took out a shiny knife and swiftly chopped off the boy's toes. The boy was stunned but did not scream. He just sat there and stared at his severed toes and foot as the man rode away. And that was the story of the crippled boy of Hamlin.

Did you get it? The man was Pied Piper and the boy was the crippled little boy who couldn't catch up with the other children and was thus spared. Cool..

Afterwards when the writer was put in the same cell as his mentally unstable brother, the brother admited to the murders. And he was marvelling at how the boy had indeed not made any noise when he chopped off his toes. "He just sat there and slowly turned blue!" Goodness.



The Writer and the Writer's Brother.

There once was a little boy whose parents showered him with love. They gave him books to read etc etc.. and the boy started writing very good stories, about little pigs etc etc.. The first part of the parents' experiment had worked.

The room beside the boy's bedroom had always been locked and the boy never really paid much attention to it. One night, when the boy was 7 years old, he started hearing drilling noises, hammering etc and a muffled screaming of a little child. The boy had a terrifying sleepless night and when morning came, he asked his mother what the noises were. His mother told him that it was all his vivid imagination. He asked his mother if all little boys heard such noises at night and his mother told him that only the most gifted little boys do. So the boy was pacified and continued to hear such noises every night. And the boy's stories got darker and darker.

When the boy was 14, he won a prestigious writing award. One day at home, he saw a paper slipped out from the locked room. It read, for seven years, mum and dad have been torturing me every night. You don't write about little pigs any more, do you? Sign, your brother. And the note was written in blood. The writer knocked down the door to the locked room and saw his parents sitting on a bed, smiling, and a jar of pig's blood beside the bed. His father made drilling noises and his mother made muffled screaming like a child's. The second part of his parents' experiment had worked too.

The boy grew up and left home. After he published his first story, he decided to visit his childhood home. His room was exactly the same, he remembered his toys and books. Then he went to the room where he remembered how his parents had made horrifying noises every night for seven years to inspire him. But on the bed, under the blanket, he found a skeleton of a boy, neglected for several years. In his hand was a story written in blood. The boy read the story and the story was better than anything he had ever written. He burnt the story.

And then I got lost. Oops. I hate that I'm so easily distracted.. Anyway after that part, which was an unpublished story that he wrote, was what actually happened.

When the boy was 14, he broke open the lock and went into the room and found his brother. Disgusted with his parents, he smothered them with a pillow.


Back in the cell, the mentally unstable brother asked the writer to tell him stories to distract him from his itching butt. (Ha..) The brother's favourite story was The Green Pig.

The Green Pig was always teased by the other normal pink pigs but he was happy to be peculiar. However, the other pigs and the farmers were very annoyed with him being so strange. He was bright green, sort of like neon green. One day, the farmers could take it no more and forced the Green Pig into a bucket of paint in the colour of normal pink pigs. The paint was a special paint that could not be washed off and could not be painted over. The poor Green Pig squealed and wailed and prayed to God to help him, that he was happy to be just a little peculiar. Finally the ordeal was over and the farmers were happy with the Green Pig being pink and normal. The other pigs laughed at him. The Green Pig, who was now pink, was very sad and couldn't figure out why God did not save him.

That night, as all the pigs slept in the field, the sky rained. But the sky rained green paint and it was special paint. It could not be washed off and could not be painted over. When morning came, the pigs were horrified to see that they were now green. Except the Green Pig who was now pink because he was painted in special paint that could not be washed off and could not be painted over. The Green Pig, now pink, smiled and thanked God that he was still peculiar.




Ok, last story. The Pillowman. The Pillowman was made of pillows. He was big and soft, and his head was a big circular pillow. The Pillowman had a very important job. When children are upset about life, the Pillowman goes to them and tells them how to commit suicide and make it look like an accident. Ok, this part is a little fuzzy to me. But anyway the Pillowman also tells them about their sad lives ahead of them so they do want to end it and so the Pillowman helps them.

But there was this happy little girl that refused to believe the Pillowman who told her about her sad life. The Pillowman tried to convince her but she was too happy to listen.

One night, when the little girl's mother was not home, a man came into her room. She pleaded with him to stop. But the man came every time her mother was not home. When the girl was 21, she asked the Pillowman, why didn't you try harder to convince me? I tried, but you were too happy. I was never happy. And she turned on the gas in the kitchen.

Actually, there's another story that Adrian Pang's character told. It's not quite relevant but it's very funny, the way he told it. It's quite an intriguing story.

Oh there's one more story. There was one child who was missing, right? When the writer found out his brother was responsible, he smothered him in his sleep to spare him the terror of execution and confessed to all the murders in return for the cops' promise to keep his stories will his case file, to be released 50 years later. The brother said he had acted out the story of The Little Jesus on the missing child.

Basically it's this little girl who insists that she's Jesus and got on the nerves of her foster parents and let her go through what Jesus did - crown of thorns, crucifixion, and buried alive in a coffin. Each time the foster parents asked if she still wanted to be Jesus, she said, yes, I do. Before they put her in the coffin, they asked again and she said, no, because I fucking AM Jesus! Haha.. But on the third day in the coffin, a man walked past her buried coffin and did not hear her scratching.

The brother had told him he buried the girl at the wishing well where he had buried their parents. When the found the missing child, who was mute, she was covered in green paint and was with some piglets in the well. Ha.. But the writer was still sentenced to death for the murders of his parents even though they figured out he didn't kill those children.


At the end of the play, when the writer was shot, he added a "footnote" to his story:

On the night before his parents were to torture him for seven years, a boy was visited by the Pillowman who told him what was going to happen - the torture, the murders, his death in the cell. The boy thought about it and said, if my parents did not torture me, my brother would not be able to write those stories, would he? I think I'll really enjoy my brother's stories. And he decided to stay.

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Rearranged

I think the black line was really irritating so I moved stuff around. Hope this is better. One of my students did very well =) and the other didn't do as well, only a little better than her prelims. But both of them got A for their math so I'm quite happy about that. =P That might mean his mum would want me to teach him math next year even though I don't want to teach him science. (I taught him math and science this year.)

*edit: I just thought of something. Since the boy did rather well, his mum might let him postpone tuition even further. They still owe me 6 lessons' pay!! Urgh. Disaster in disguise... =P

Pillowman coming soon...

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Say a little Prayer...

It is now less than 11 hours to the release of PSLE results...keeping my fingers crossed... Shit, hope they...well, didn't do badly. =P I know the girl screwed up her English papers because she made a mistake in labelling her questions in Paper 1 and she was so upset she couldn't concentrate on Paper 2. And her English isn't that good to begin with. Erm, I hope there were a lot worse students who took this exams too. =P

Will blog about The Pillowman very soon! XD

Sunday, November 18, 2007

X'mas is a-coming...

I like my blogskin now. =) sorry about that dumb strip of black. It's supposed to be the division between the profile column and posts column but I shifted stuff so I can put bigger fonts. Anyone knows how to add colour background behind the text? I've tried everything I know.. which is quite limited in the first place. =P At least I managed to change the colour of the text. But I'm still annoyed. If it's really annoying to you, please let me know..

Anybody knows where I can buy decent, not-ugly, not-auntie foldable umbrella? I accidentally left my black Espirit umbrella on the bus the other day. Called the interchanges at both ends but couldn't find it. =( On Saturday I walked all over AMK Hub trying to find a decent foldable umbrella and the only ones I found were the not very pretty ones in NTUC Xtra. Because it was pouring, and there was no shelter to the French school I was going to, I bought the Giordano long brolly. I was already late for class. And, when I reached Newton, the rain had stopped and it didn't rain the rest of the day. Now isn't that great? I was late and bought a brolly for nothing. ^@#*..

Ok, enough complaining. I think my French class is very fun. Heh. Teacher let us play game for almost an hour to familiarise ourselves with numbers. We played in 2 groups of 6 and 7. Each group has 6 die and everybody takes turns to roll the dice. No. 1 is 10 points and no. 5 is 5 points. Everything else is zero points, except for triplets and "royal flush". You keep the die that have points and can choose to continue rolling the rest for more points or stop to keep your points. If none of the die u roll have points, you lose your previous points and get Zéro points. At every roll we're supposed to announce our points in French.

Our group kept rolling till we got zero or had really high points. But most of the time we had zero. Ha.. It didn't help that everytime the teacher came by she was urging us to continue rolling. Ha..

I kept getting my die on the floor. Hey, that little thing supposedly a table attached to the chair is small.. And my hands are small and the die are big so I have little control. =P The (pregnant) lady (who's married to a Frenchman) beside me said the next time i dropped the die I'm disqualified. Ha..oops. Cos I did drop again.

I remember I enjoyed my Elementary 1 Jap class too but Elementary 2 wasn't as fun. Not because it was more difficult, but the "atmosphere" of the class wasn't as fun. Because the people were different? So sad.. But at least I like French a lot more than Jap. Teacher didn't ask why I'm learning French. I was going to say because I played the French Horn. Ha..

Au-revoir~ Bonne nuit~

Sunday, November 04, 2007

I am happy now because...

it is raining heavily now. Yay. I like the smell of rain, especially at night.

And Heroes is finally shown on Ch5 next week. Yay..

Friday, November 02, 2007

Scary thunder...

The thunders are super loud today.. Oh I'm happy because I finally got my name in Facebook changed after I emailed the people at Fb. Finally... At least their response was quite quick. I like my tarot reading for today..

Justice

Justice represents the balance in life between right and wrong. It is a reminder that you are accountable for your actions and you must be prepared to accept the consequences of any misdeeds. You have been given the strength to fight injustice in everyday life, so bring balance back into the world around you.


I should go study law now. Ha..

Thursday, November 01, 2007

I just heard in the news that the taller you are, the higher the chances of you getting cancer. I don't mean to be mean but, haha.. But I don't really mind getting cancer lah. At least I'll sort of know when I can expect to die. Better than just suddenly dropping dead and having no time to enjoy the last of my life. My 'idol' is Anita Mui because she passed away at the peak of her career. She found out she had cancer and decided to not get treatment to prolong her life. I probably would do the same thing unless I have something really important to live for. But I think hers was the best way to leave.. And today, November 1st, is the Day of the Dead. =)