...

I want to make art...
I have to make art...

I NEED TO MAKE ART.
DYING TO...

Need to get out of this job...

I realise...
My part time job in the jap rest...is actually my SAFE MODE...
I feel safe...but I am getting no where.

And I am getting frustrated now.

Precisely.

I need to get out of it ASAP.

Trying to pick up...

It was like...
You can hear the alarm ringing...
You wanna wake up...
But couldn't...

That frustrating.

But WHY?

why couldn't?

I realise the reason why...

I was struck by hurt and disappointment...
Like a computer under virus attack...
I was put on SAFE MODE...
I was being reformat...
and start afresh...
While I was too afraid to be hurt and be disappointed again...
and in order to protect myself from being hurt...
My brain and body decide to run on SAFE MODE to prevent further damage...

Hence my current status of ...unable to perform to MAX...due to the mode I am currently running in...


An angry situation which I need to resolve.


Running on SAFE MODE is safe...but frustrating...

I want to be safe because I dun want to get hurt...

But...being frustrated now...IS WORSE THAN BEING HURT.

Life got to get back to normal..

I WANT MY POWER BACK!

I want the good old me who is fearless...and go all out to get things.

I want myself back.

Continued...

I was saying...

I missed out a a few episode about my student's dad...since the
"We are poor but we are rich in our heart..." episode...

This time round....last week, I saw another side of this man.

Apart from fixing the TV, having a pet snail...and likes to make wooden puzzle...
This week...I saw him playing tennis with his son...
I only took a glance of him for 0.5 seconds and no more...I was too shy...

This week...he was sitting right in front of me about 3 metres away....doing stuff on his laptop...
I wonder why he dun just hide in his own room like what he usually did...
I was feeling a bit uneasy to teach his daughter in front of him...
Because he makes me nervous...

Anyway...
That was all.

Yet another of my nonsensical crush.

To be continued....

Down with flu...

Feeling tired all day..

She saw a ghost...

I was convinced by my student that she saw a ghost yesterday.

After so many kind of hearsay from people...her version seems to be the most convincing one.

It was too hard for me not to believe...from her description.

Translucent...with long hair.....

Quite freaky...but I cannot show my fear...because it will only scare her more...and she dun dare to tell her parents...

Then I told her about the hungry ghost festival...that the “good brothers” will come out for their holidays during these periods...and will leave when the holiday ends...and told her not to worry...

And she ask me...what so they do when they go back...

I told her...they go back to wait for their turn to reincarnate...to be reborn...

She show me her curious eyes...and asked me... “so I am reborn?”

“Maybe...”

I manage to reduce her fear with my crazy idea that I might be a fish in my past life...or maybe I might become a snail in my next life...she was laughing away...

Finally, I manage to distracted her with some youtube videos on Korean drama clips...as we giggle all the way when we see our favourite male actor, chung jung myung, kissing the female lead...

She will be alright.

But honestly, I was freaked...

Arhmituofu...

I am rich in my heart too...

“Do you think I am rich?”

My 8 year old Korean student asked me.

I was stuck for more than 2 seconds...wondering if there is a special reason for her question....whether if this is one of her trick question on me...or she wanted to tell me something with this question...I think too much, I admit...but I was right.

She wanted to tell me something from her trick question.

But she wanted me to answer her question first.

And so, trying to answer her question...I thought...from my observation of her family...I think her family is considered average to me...well...maybe slightly above average...as she lives in a condominium...and the fact that her mum can afford to pay me to teach her daughter drawing...ermm....

I simply told her.... “I think you family looks OK.”

She showed her smile...and said...

“No, we are rich...My father says...we may be poor...but we are rich in our heart.”

For a moment, I was speechless.

Why?

My heart skipped a beat...that’s why.

This Korean dad has been my secret crush for a while after numerous visits to the family.

I have to admit my crush started simply because he is a Korean...extended from my craze over the Korean dramas...He will be around most of the time when I arrive for the lesson...to maybe occasionally open the door for me..., for once pour me a cup of water, ONLY ONCE...but most of the time...he will disappear into his room when I arrive or leave the house and his daughter and go out for a walk when he knows I am coming...

Rather boring ...

Yet...

The few times I thought this Korean dad is interesting was when I spot him reading a book sitting at the sofa once, just woke up from his nap and came out to check on his kids...looking blur.....fixing the TV...help the kids assemble wooden models...catch a snail as house pet for the children, play tennis with his children, bring the children to the botanic garden...and today...told his daughter...that... “we may be poor but we are rich in our heart”

Meanwhile, she went back to do her drawing...left me smiling...thinking of that brilliant answer.

She spotted me day-dreaming and ask me why...

“Then, do you think I am rich?” I asked her back.

She looks at my outfit and says...”I think you are ok”

And I told her...” No, I am a poor...”

We exchange glances for a moment...with our squinty eyes...

“but I am rich in my heart too...”

We both laughed.

GO AWAY! I WANNA SLEEP!

PISSED!!!!

**%"$^+_((<>¬%^*

I am swearing...
Because I am pissed by my nanny who woke me up when I am sleeping...
HEr reason being...because I am having 3 days off anyway...and I should wake up by now..
MAKES ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE....
whichever off days i am going to have from now...it doesn't mean I do not need to sleep now.

SLEEP IS SLEEP!

WE NEED TO SLEEP EVERYDAY!

and she did not realise when she is sleeping I AM WORKING!
So when she is not sleeping...she feels that I am sleeping all the time!!!!!


SO SUPER PISSED!!!!!!!


DON'T WAKE ME UP!!!!!!


GO AWAY!!!!

I WANNA SLEEP!!!!

12 minutes to 5am...

That is the time now...
And I am tired.
Of course I am...
I should be sleeping...
But I have so many things I want to do...

Yet I need to sleep now.

Good night.

Take care.

Falling in love again...

Recently...

I am having an over dosage of this particular song which I set on repeat mode these few nights...

"Falling in love again"by Bobby Kim and father ( soundtrack from korean drama, Foxy Lady)

Spent hours to search for it's romanized korean lyrics so that I can sing with it...but to no avail...

Finally...i grab the speaker and put it to my ear...and start to write down sound by sound...

For hours...

This is the result...

Ladies and Gentlemen...

Presenting

Lyrics of "Falling in love again..." Bobby Kim and Father...

Romanized sound by sound without knowing what it means...

PLEASE CLAP...

*****

Pa ha rah aga chul ku no dim gah..
Sarang nerl cha-ga soul oh yeah...
Yang go ni sen wo keh nora nerl na neh
Pa ra ye teng go deh oh yeah
Yo keh noru cha-ga soul
Kezo ke me no e na oh yeah
Chul haiyer pa no nerl neh maru merl..baby..
Haji her nuru heru sa ra nah keh

I’m falling in love again...
Noru cha-ga soul...
Ayer yik chen mo chul serl haru we der haru neh

I’m falling in love again
No ha ra ma...
Naru pyong ni she ke hurl
Ku min ger yong ara jin

Oh ...oh ..oh....hmmm..

Man hong na ono weh tan aka yeah
Ho reh rerl hong nam myong ..oh yeah
Kambon jyong so nerl hong deroh jyong...baby
Hop shim nora nerl
Hairi ji go no rerl ni

I’m falling in love again..
Noru pa da ya..
Nala ku han neh hye nerl
Cha-ger ko deh an ba di

I’m falling in love again...
Weh e-ro keh
Noru toh gai ya han na ne mang merl
weh mo lah

Ahn jang chu jyo sul reh
Echul jek chul nara soul
Bong myong yi nan nok na kom ma ner sa kerm na yi teh
Haji man nan naru bong myong sarang hye pam byong
Echul ku merl cha-ga bong myang
A ka der ha geh...

I’m falling in love again...
Noru cha-ga soul...
Ayer yik chen mo chul serl haru we der haru neh

I’m falling in love again
No ha ra ma...
Naru pyong ni she ke hurl
Ku min ger yong ara jin

I’m falling in love again...
Noru cha-ga soul...
Ayer yik chen mo chul serl haru we der haru neh

I’m falling in love again
No ha ra ma...
Naru pyong ni she ke hurl
Ku min ger yong ara jin

******

To judge my accuracy....please listen to the song yourself and sing along with the lyrics...

And praise me if you are impressed.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dFaQNmbFxb8

This is the video showing the clips from the korean drama,foxy lady...with this song as soundtrack.

Watch it! Love it! and Sing along with MY LYRICS!

Enjoy!

I touch a snail...

Yesterday was the first time in my life...

To touch a living snail...the flesh and the shell.

It was an experience of a lifetime...and a rather freaky one...

I was forced to...at the same time..i was tempted.

It was slimy and wriggling as usual...and how scary can it get...

My 8 years old korean student Soobin prompted me...while i was yeeeking away...

She says..."what is so scary about a snail?"
and she is right.

So I touch it...while it's flesh was wriggling...I touch the wriggling flesh of her pet snail...
from the transparent container with a small opening exposing the flesh of the crawling snail upside down...

It was ...er..

Slimy...sticky...

and...that's all.

After that...i touch it for a few more times...it was fun.

And while I thought I have successfully overcome my own fear...
She pick up her snail...and chase after me around her house...

I know it was silly...

Apparently...I am still afraid of snail...even after I have touch it...
Maybe not as afraid as before...
But not until i can play with it yet.

I touched a snail..

I really did.

I really feel proud that I have overcome yet another of my own fear...

I bet you never touch a snail before...Or..Have you?

Stubborn ME?...or You?

I have friends who insisted that I am a stubborn person...

Logically let's see it in this way...
whoever feels that someone else is stubborn...
are ALSO STUBBORN themselves.

When one person do not accept your point of view and insist on working on their own view...and you feel they are stubborn, that is because you yourself do not accept other people's point of view...and uses the word "stubborn" to brand the person who thinks otherwise.

Let's face it...

Stop being stubborn!

For all the people who are branded stubborn...or people who brand other people as "stubborn"

Think about this.

Blind men's world....

There is a chinese proverb about blind men toucing an elephant.
Each of them manage to find a spot to touch the elephant at different parts...
And one of them says...the elephant is big like a wall...it's body...
The other says...the elephant is long like a pillar...it's legs..
Another says...it is long and swaying...the trunk...
The last one just manage to grap the elephant husk and says...it is hard and curvy...

Everyone is right...

This story tells us...when you think right...it does not neccessary mean others are wrong.
Everyone could be right....just that each and everyone of us happen to see the different parts of the whole truth...and believe in what we perceive in our own small perception of things. We are not wrong...maybe just incomplete.

There are times when u see this world in this way...and u think that is the whole truth...in fact...you only see part of it. If you are happy with that kind of incomplete truth...there is no sin to it....but the best thing is to share this different kind of vision you have with others so that both of you can boarden each other's vision...however...do not force your truth on other people who sees a different world...afterall...we use our heart to feel this world differently...not matter how true your world is to you...it might not be real to the person who feels this world differently.

Finally...think about this...if you live in a house with only a window enabling you to only look out at one view for your whole life...your life...will be about that one view only. It is not a bad thing if u are happy. But do keep in mind that there is no point in arguing with your neighbour who has a window facing your house about how the world look like.

I am blind...and I am happy.
And I respect that you are blind too.

Let's be happy about what WE CANNOT SEE...and enjoy what we see.

Foxy lady...

Yeah!...my latest korean drama craze is the foxy lady .
A great show to look out for...and the vocal soundtracks are super.

The male lead...Chun Jung Myung is so cute...I felt like hugging him...

Go watch it!

小情歌

"这是一首简单的小情歌..."

就是那么简单...

"你知道就算大雨让这座城市颠倒
我会给你怀抱
受不了看见你背影来到
写下我度秒如年难捱的离骚

就算整个世界被寂寞绑票
我也不会奔跑
逃不了最后谁也都苍老
写下我时间和琴声交错的城堡"

简单得令人感动...

"唱着人们心肠的曲折"

不信...自己听吧.

http://www.up37.com/user/nanayuyu/2007062110364373499.mp3

Don't just say...just do it...

That is what I needed.
And here I am...talking about it...
I should be spending these time...DOING IT INSTEAD.

I NEED TO JUST DO IT.

REALLY.

ALL THOSE WHO EVER MADE AN EFFORT
TO KICK MY ASS...and SCOLDED ME...

Thank you.

头痛...

痛到暴...
痛到麻...

痛到想...

"何必呢...死了算了..."

那种头痛...

Kid's writing...

My handwriting has become "naive" lately...
As in...messy and childish looking...
Because I have been writing less and less...
Instead...
my writing ability is being replaced by the tapping speed of my fingers on the keyboard...
You gain something...u lose some...

And so...I thought maybe I should stop typing...
and post pictures of my handwriting journals...
to preserve my ability to WRITE.

Or...i will only be able to tap fingers in the future to express I LOVE YOU...
and not even able to write that properly with my fingers...

It is quite a freaky though...but if u have seen my handwriting lately...
You will know I am not joking...

Even worse...
because of infotechnology technology...
my chinese deteoriate...because typing chinese is so troublesome...and SLOW...
my mind is already jetting off with thoughts that my fingers cannot catch up...
Typing did speed up expressing sometimes...
BUT If i were to type chinese...i will go crazy...
Can you imagine a few chinese words for my previous posting is taking a lifetime for me...
I could have just write them on a piece of paper in a few minutes...

It does make a different in the choice of medium of expressing...
In this case...typing...EASE AND HINDRANCE expression at the same time...

you gain some you lose some...


This is life....

用手写字的心情．．．

用手写字的心情．．．

因为用了电脑的关系
近来连字都不用写了
从脑子里出来的思绪
被手指打在键盘上
化成文字
变成了

手打在键盘上的动作

发出的噪音…

每一个字
就只是文字而已

少了… …

时而蜿蜒曲折

时而整齐有序

少了… …

零乱心情

不奈烦的情绪…

少了… …

用手写字的心情．．．

Utterly blank...

Today is the deadline for Golden point award.

More than enough time for me to write something...
Or even compile something and submit.

I actually gave up.

Because I am not in the mood to struggle.

I feel so weak lately.

All the competitions I participated goes down to drain.

The more i want to achieve something lately...I simply fail.

So I was thinking...maybe I should just do things to please myself...
Instead of pleasing judges who are going to judge my work...
I should go ahead and do my own work...
Write my own stiff...
Do my own art...

Forget about those competitions...
Write something I love...
Compile a nice little journal...

Go make some art...
To heal myself...
Do a mini solo show..

For myself...
For myself...

A few more hours...

I got to feel guilty for another few more hours before I can tell myself it is over.

I hate the feeling I am giving up though...

The recurring question...

"What makes you think that your work is worth people buyin, if you only do that work for yourself...?"

Because of this question, it makes me want to make my art even more...

An artist only need to be true to himself.

I Only need to be TRUE TO MYSELF.

Practicing artist...

Yes, practice.

Like anything and everything in life.
If you want to be good at it...
YOu need to practice.

Including art.

Helplessly patriotic...

I am.

Despite the fact that I have been contemplating to leave Singapore ALL THE TIME.

I really am.

How patriotic?

I cry each time i sing those national day songs...

Singapore is my home...

But...a home I had to leave.

I love Singapore...

I really do.

Count on me, Singapore...

This is one of my favourite National day song...
Love it...
And I mean every word I sang...everytime...

I wish Singapore will be proud of me as an artist...
But I am sad..

I wonder if i can survive here as an artist.

I love Singapore...

I really do...

But staying here is so hard to make the kind of art I love...

"There is something down the road that we can strive for...
We are told no dream's too bold that we can't try for..."

"Just believe...just believe..."


I really wish.

As an artist...

As an artist...

You should always be ready to learn that...
not even the people closest to you
can understand what your artwork is all about...

You should always be ready to accept that...
you might be the only person in the world
to understand your own work...

You should always be ready to realise that...
doing art is a very lonely activity...

Only to you...that you know...what your art really mean.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

I am prepared and I am ready for all these.

But still feels sad when I learn that my best friend
cannot understand the value behind my art making...

I am prepared and I am ready.

Or maybe...I am not.

But I have to be.

I have to be.

As an artist...

Strange cloud

In the beginning...

Simple and happy

Light and fluffy...

Slowly...

Acumulating existency...

Drifted and pushed helplessly...

Gaining weight and physicality...

Saturate at peak density...

Burst and let go unwillingly...

Bit by bit...

Losing...

Reducing...

Parting...

Slowly...

Light and fluffy...again...

Strangely....

Simple and happy...

Like how it was in the beginning.

Michael Landy...

His Break down...is a major art project that inspire me a lot...

It could be the next big thing I wanna do for my art...

After a proper documentation, I want to throw, recycle or give as many things as I could... away.

I want to let go.

I want to feel light.

It is time to let go...

Even my hair...

There will be a time...before I leave this place.

940 days ...

Suddenly, I was curious...

How many days am I away from the big day...

I did a rough calculation on my calculator...

940.

To what?..YOu may ask.

I am 940 days from being 30 years old.

I am not young anymore..

But NEVER TOO OLD TO DO THE THINGS I LOVE.

It just makes it more urgent to want to do certain things in life...

So much more urgent...

Feeling blue...

I was feeling rather blue these few days...

Blue as in...moody.

But...somehow...it was not a bad thing...

Blue...but I am enjoying it.

Because it makes me think.

It stir up words and emotions...

Colours and imageries...

I kind of like this feeling...

Sad but I enjoy it.

Lovely old trees...

In Singapore...it is almost IMPOSSIBLE to have a tree in your backyard that is old enough for you to hang ropes and put a swing to swing on...

Because you just can't for a few reasons...

1. You need to be filthy rich to have a backyard to your house in the first place...I mean...DAMN FILTHY RICH...

2. YOU need to be rich for a long long time...long enough for the tree in your backyard to grow strong enough for the branch to support your weight...

3. Finally, you need to have the authority to stop government from cutting down your tree if your tree is hazardess to road users....in case your tree is near the roadside...beside your house...

How sad...I love Singapore...but I hate how it has become.

Headache....a splitting one...

If you have never had a headache before...you will never know why "splitting" is used to describe headache...

Because it literally feels like the brain is being split up...and the image of a splitting cell will appear in my mind...to futher enhances and visuallise the splitting pain I am experiencing...

And why am I telling you this?

That was the kind of headache I had 2 days ago....
in the middle of the night while trying to sleep...

I was feeling out of breathe...and the headache was...yah...SPLITTING ...if you can imagine according to how i describe my pain...

That moment, so painful I thought I might die.

I freak out.

Not because I am afraid death...but because I wouldn't be able to finish what I wanted to do if I die that particular night...not now please.

In the end, here I am blogging.

I am SO GLAD I AM STILL ALIVE.

YOu should be tOO....

Thank you for reading my blog.

Raining...

Finally, it rains...crazily...
LOVE da rain...
I was sad on my previous posting because of the mental block I am suffering due to the horrible hot weather...
And now...

It is simply SHIOK!...

WOHOOOO~~~~~

RAIN!!!!

Nothing to write.

I have nothing to write.
No feelings to convey.
No one to hate.
No one to love.
No one to grumble about.
No one to miss.
No mood.
Nothing.

No...

Sad.

Love not in the way I love...

Love not in the way I love...

This is my dilemma recently.

My nanny is my second mum.
But we have heaven and earth kind of living habits, as in...very different lifestyle.


What I ask for now is just A PRIVATE SPACE, which is my room.

Yet, even if I lock up my room, my nanny will open my room with HER KEY.
EVen if I was only lying on the bed day dreaming, I really hope this moment is solely private.
I told her, there is a reason why I lock my door, it means I do not want to be interrupted.
I hope she understand. So far, she do not.

It pissed me off, even when I know she loved me and meant well when she open my door.
Mostly because it is time to eat dinner. And that will be another issue. I am NOT HUNGRY YET.

Ok...I sound like a spoilt child who doesn't know how to aprreciated the blissful life I am in....
Most of my friend envies my serviced apartment kind of lifestyle living with my nanny with laundries done, cleaning up and meals prepared occassionally...
But honestly, I miss my slump life in Glasgow, messy, hungry at times, BUT WITH ABSOLUTE FREEDOM.


My nanny loves me, and I love my nanny too...

And well...

That is the dilemma.

What I want...

Not many friends of mine would ask me in the face...
"WHAT DO YOU REALLY WANT IN LIFE?"

But there are at least 2.

This is a question I start to ask myself since I was 17 years old.

Exactly 10 years ago, I start to ask myself what I want in life...
On and off, I though I found somthing...vaguely...
And while searchin for the answer, I learn more about what I want...
Like trial and error, I did some, hate some, love some....

And now, I still do not really know what I WANT EXActly.

But...I did draw some conclusion as to what I want in a fragmented way...

I want a space of my own which is my HOME.
I want to MAKE THINGS.
I want to share my musing in LIFE...in words and art.
I want to travel and see the world and share what I see.
I want to love and be loved.
And finally hope that i can do all the above mentioned as a way to EARN A LIVING.

Yah...that's about it...at the moment...that is all.

Things I learn this week...

1. Bus 111 is a loop service and will pass by the whole stretch of Tanglin Road. (Thanks to my student SB...she moves to a new apartment and i need to find my way there)

2. One end of Tanglin Road leads to Queenstown...the other end is orchard road.

3. Bus 111 will also stop by Marina Square.

4. Hugh Grant actually can sing. (YH is the one who told me about this and ask N to play the song for me)

5. The term "entropy", " is the measurement of the disorder or randomness of a system ."
Such an interesting term....makes me wonder.... (Introduce to me by KY during an interesting conversation one fine afternoon)

6. According to Moore's Law, it takes about every 18 months for the computer to become 2 times faster by halving the size of wire and logic gates from which they are constructed. Every time the size of the components of a computer goes down by a factor of two, twice as many will fit the same size chip.

7. How to count in binary. ( From the book I am currently read, "Programming the Universe"

8. The idea of "ZERO" , "0" means " empty thing"....a powerful abstract idea of nothingness yet so concretely exist. ( From the same book.)

9. Four ways to go up Fort Canning Hill. 1, From behind Substation. 2, From Park Mall near Douby Ghuat MRT. 3, Beside MICA building. 4, From Clark Quay.

10. There is a Kinokuniya in Liang Court. And Meidiya which sells Jap stuffs in Liang court is interesting. You can walk tO Liang Court from Clark Quay. And to ZOuk from Clark Quay.

Wonder Woman.

That's me.


Allow me to illustrate the kind of wonders i have performed lately...

I worked part time in a restaurant
Teach 2 kids drawing and making craft 2 to 3 times a week
Had 2 exhibitions in 2 weeks...
Spend 3 days in a woodcarving symposium and artist talk...made a wood sculpture...
HAd to churn out competition pieces for 2 competitions...3 paintings and 2 sculptures...


A typical day...

Wake up at 8.30am...teach art,
go work in restaurant at 11.30am till 2.30pm,
go teach art at 3pm,
come back to work at restaurant at 5.30pm..
.and end a day at 10.30pm...
reach home at 11.30pm,
do my art work till 2am...

OR...wake up at 8.30am for the wood carving symposium,
ends at 5.30pm, go to work at restaurant at 6pm,
end at 10.30pm...
reach home at 11.30pm,
fall asleep in front of the TV at 2pm.

Tired...

I enjoy the art making part...
and art teaching...

But hate the restaurant work lately...

Hate list...

1. The fact that I need to do a hate list...means there is more than one thing that annoys me recently...and I hate it. Hate to do a hate list.

2. Hate it when I reached and see my room neat and tidy...
means my nanny tidy up my room...and put my things anywhere she thinks is RIGHT...which I do NOT KNOW WHERE?...the visual tidiness...is a mental mess to me.

3. Deadlines. But love it too.

4. Hate to battle to wake up.

5. Hate to stand in MRt train ( AbSolutely HATE it...and i believe I mention this before in my previous hate list BUT FEEL that it is neccessary to REPEAT!)

6. Hate the feeling of staring at a canvas and don't know what to paint.

7. HAte spending money.

8. Hate eating too much and feel bloated...

9. Hate going to work in a place which I feels disappointed with...

10. Hate feeling hateful.

Few things I learn this week...

1. It is against the law to climb trees in HDB area....KY told me.
Until now...I still wonder if this is true...and thought it is ridiculous...

2. No matter how hard you try to avoid work politics...it will still be there. The only difference is if you are lucky, you may choose to sit on the fence, but most of the time when u are not careful enough, you will fall on either side.

3. Wood carving is not as hard as I think but need quite a bit of physical strength on certain level... yet it is a matter of confidences...and the fear of making mistake that deter me from being involve...something I want to overcome.

4. When you do something that meant well, people might not think the same when they already think you are WRONG before you do it.

5. Teaching children art is NOT easy.

I think I can paint better than this...

The road between Marina Square and Esplanade...

THE GREAT SINGAPORE SALE!!!!

Allow me to steal the slogan from John Little...

"The sale worth waiting for"

Indeed.

This year, I am please with my bargains and may I present the list of items I bought...

1. NIKE Yoga/Pilate Mat - $37 WOW!(40% off, original price $61- I have been eyeing on this mat for months)

2. Speedo swimsuit - $9.90 WOW! WOW! ( Original price $59.98 but put in a rack for clearance)

3. Canvas and paints at 20%-30% discount (forget the price...)

4. Galenic Facial toner/wash $25.90 (50% off original at $51.80)

5. My daily facial wash at 20% discount

6. Giordano Jeans - $35 ( 50% off original is $69.90)

7. Systema mouth rinse x 2 - $8.50 (Buy one get one free)


That's about it...Spent quite a lot this month...hope i win something in my competitions to cover...

Still have a few items to grab...the china documentary DVD for my Dad...and some art materials...A NEW DIGITAL CAMERA...and a new LAPTOP or DESKTOP...a new phone(pure luxury)???...and lots of art books as usual...

wait till i have the money...

10 things I learn recently...

1. If you drink Yakult after you rinse your month with Systema mouth rinse, it will taste bitter.

2. The Black Box at Fort Canning Centre is a good venue for art exhibition and theatre production, the white box there is equally interesting.

3. Caffeine is used in diet products to stop body from storing fats.

4. My student's mum works in a bank.

5. I am actually quite a perfectionist in certain areas.

6. Some of the stuff sold in Art Friend is Cheaper than Saga city.

7. TopazMoment is a screen capture program good for capturing image from video.

8. You can get real bargain price during The GREAT SINGAPORE SALE!

9. My hair seems to grow longer...

10. Your Mother Gallery at Hindoo Road is somewhere near Little India.

To cut or not to cut...

I have a dream a few weeks ago...

I dreamt that I have finally decided to cut my hair...

And ask my father to cut it for me...

He did it...and snipped off a big chunck with a pair of big scissors...and i freak out...
and started to cry and regret when i see my hair being cut off...

I was really sad...

And so...

Even if I have been telling people i want to cut my hair...
and i am genuinely intending to do so...
And is really frustrated to detangle my hair all the time....

I still cannot bring myself to do it...
Because I will regret...and i will be sad.

Yet, I want to cut becos...

1. My hair is thinning...and ends splitting...and unmanageable...

2. I want to change my hair style...

3. I promise too many people I want to cut...including myself.

4. It's time.

Yah...only a matter of time...

I did remember there was once I dreamt of my new short hair look and I was happy...

Sigh...

So hard...

Did I mention that the indian uncle at bashaar bookshop and the china auntie at the fish noodle store praise my long hair...

But...most of my local chinese friends will say "CUt it off lah..."in a rather unaprreciative tone...

I just want to say...if i ever cut my hair off...it is not becos it is not nice...

10 things I learn ...

Yeah....this week update....I learn that...

1. The view from parkroyal service apartment at beach road on the 22nd floor is lovely.

2. Bus 980 which past by my block downstairs will pass by beach road.

3. The deadline for UOB painting of the year award is 24th June...

4. Muji design award is calling for entry.

5. Basaar book shop at bras brasah...will give 10% discounts to all the books and 15% for students.

6. Bertrand Russell is a British philosopher who wrote the essay
"Why I am not a christian"

7. Douglas Adams is the author who wrote
"The ultimate hitchhiker's guide "

8. Just found out that a friend of mine is actually a game designer for SEGA many years ago.

9. Fang da tong's song "Ai ai ai" is a lovely song.

10. You can watch part of Aja! GeumSoon ( the korean drama) on www.tudou.com and the drama is so sweet.

Are you reading my blog??

You!...yah you!...Dun look around...I am talking to you.

If you are reading my blog...can you please leave me a comment...

I dun have the pyschic power to know who is reading my blog...

EVery now and then...

I will need to pester people who read my blog to declare their existence...

And this is the time...

Please.

HAve you Floss Yet??

Yes...boys and girls...

Have you floss yet?

Floss YOUR teeth....I mean.

*****

Recently, I have been flossing diligently like NEVER before...
In fact, the number of times I flossed my teeth this year...is more than I have ever floss my teeth in the past 26 years...

And why?

It all started since I realise the important of dental health...
my poor tooth requires a root canal last year...
And the friendly dentist remind me to floss my teeth...

Since then...whenever I floss...i realise...there are actually a lot of "foreign particler stuck between my teeth....but I was not consistant....becos my gum bleeds...

After a few while...it becomes addictive....and my gum no longer bleeds...

SInce then, I floss almost every day...

And it feels good to feel clean...when u lick the walls of your teeth with your tongue...


Mmmmmhh ;p

******

And so...have you floss your teeth yet?

If not, please do soon as soon as possible...becos your teeth is so precious.

May tooth fairy bless you.

Canon updates...

Today, my printer is back.
But there are 2 things i am NOT happy with.

1. I printed a black document...and the ink smudges...the technician says...it's normal...
If this is so...this printer sucks...

2. The printer is LOW on ink...i haven even printed a hundred pages...and it is LOW on ink already...PISSED!

And so...my lovely printer is back...hopefully it will do me some wonders...

That's all.

10 Things I hate...

1. I hate standing in a crowded MRT train...

2. I hate people wearing strong choking perfume and stand beside me...

3. I hate people waking me up in the morning when I am not working...

4. I hate to wake up in the morning...

5. I hate people forcing me to do things I don't want to do...

6. I hate being forced to eat something when I am not hungry...

7. I hate the PC fair when it is full of people and I can't see anything...

8. I hate constipation...

9. I hate to comb my hair when they are all entangled...

10. I hate public toliets without toilet rolls...

Poor Artist...

The word "poor" is somehow always used to describe artist...
If not..."struggling" is equally popular.

WHY?

I was once again being reminded why today.

I went into an art shop to grab some materials today...

And the bill is $130.

While i try so DAMN hard to scrimp here and there to save a few cents and dollars in my everyday life...here I am...in 2 hours...spend over a hundred.

And the breakdown...

$32 for a canvas---> equals to approx. 6 days meals
$5 per acrylic tube x 10 tube ---> 10 days meals
$5 per 1kg clay x 6 pack ----> 6 days meals
$20 acrylic gel medium ----> 4 days meals

Equals to 26 days meals.

Meanwhile...I still have a whole chunk of material list....I guess I will have to spend another hundred over dollars before i am done...

I hope my investment is worthwhile...at least win a prize or two for my competition.
To convince me that all my effort is not a waste of time.

The Plan.

The Plan...is my plan.

The deadline is 35 years old.

I will finish my MFA by then.

HAve my own home...and had set up or start to set up my studio and is an active artist.

Able to support myself and my family financially with an art related job hopefully.

MArry myself off...to someone I love and love me.

hmm...I am dreaming again...

And the winning number is....

5...24....29...40...41...43......

special number....26

Most importantly....

I DID NOT win...

Time to wake up...and move on with reality.

Life is back to normal...

My family dogs...

Yaiyai and Leklek

CANON updates...

Mr Technician was here this morning ...

After a printer's "body" check up....he left...

WITH MY PRINTER.

According to Mr Technician...it was diagnosed to have a"motor failure"...
and needs to change to a new one.
Hospitalisation and surgery is required.

No apparent reason why the motor is NOT working...
NOT even a paper jam in the first place to trigger the failure..
It just doesn't work suddenly one fine day...

And so...I shall miss the printing sound of my CAnon ip5200....
Until it comes back next week...

Take care baby...
Get well soon...

TOTO's dream

Yeah!

My lottery's dream is working again...
I will be excited and high for the whole day everytime...
EVen if i din win...

This time...the amount is 6 million...
I remember the biggest excitement I had was £77 million...
which is $230million...
Although I did not win...
it keep me excited for weeks because it roll over for weeks...
I was happy enough then.

This time...I tell myself...
If I win...

1. Buy a landed property for my parents in singapore and prepare an amount for their retirement.

2. Buy a house for myself...renovated with my style...with a fully equipped art studio and kitchen...
A home library with super collection of books and stuff I like...

3. Sign up for YOGA and ceramics lessons...

4. Sign up for Ikebana and Chinese caligraphy lessons...

5. Start planning my travels...

6. Spend a good amount of money to stock up my art materials...

7. Publish my books and do exhibitions! Write scripts!

8. Start some small investments...maybe do a small art business...or open a small cafe or restaurant...

9. MAybe enjoy a while before I study my MFA.

10. Donate some amount to children's home and old folks home...

That's all...

Ah..happy :)

CANON after sales service.

I set my alarm to 8.45am.
To make sure I get my printer problem resolve.
CANON customer service helpline is 6799 8888 if you have a canon product which need servicing.

Was put on hold through various stage of my call...
but I am more then glad that I spoke to a human in the end to solve my problem.

An appointment is made promptly when a conclusion is made.

The technician say i have a "HARDWARE PROBLEM"

Which means technically IS NOT MY PROBLEM.


If 10 is perfect score to rate afterasales services, CANON score 8.5...(some score deducted because of waiting time...but service staff are friendly and prompt...very good)

(Compare to NEC-I gave 8.7, the last time laptop was damage, a courier came to my door step to pick up my lappy in glasgow and sent it off to France for servicing!??...came back in a week during the christmas season at my door step, prompt answering of my calls...and no question asked service...impressed!)

And so, the friendly technician of canon will come to my house to fix my printer on thursday...

Let's hope he can solve my problem....and it will be a bonus if he is cute.

Wish me luck!

Miss TecHno-JinX

Ladies and gentlemen...introducing Miss techno-Jinx---->ME.

Who else but me.
Always me.
Bloody hell, ME.

This is like the 3rd time this year.
And it is only May now.
The last HOHA was the CRAsh and the stupid vietnam virus...
Now...

It is my 2 month old Canon PIXMA IP5200.

Working beautifully when I bought it in MArch...
So dear that I couldn't bear to utilise the maximium capacity of it...
And always try to save ink by printing in grey scale most of the time...despite the fact that it can print up to... 2400x4800dpi full colour....and even your 8R photograph...
I feel DAMN proud of it until I keep telling everybody about it...


And so...the last time i print something was only like 2 days ago...
Everything seems fine...

Yet today....there is a strange error blink...around the power button...

That's it.

Error message 6A00

Followed by Error message 5110

And Heaven knows...what else error...

Went to Canon trouble shoot and support website...

Solving technical problem Step by step with the guide on the website....

After trouble shooting through all the possible ways to resolve my problem...

it finally brings me to POP UP WINDOW...

"CONTACT US-AT YOUR NEAREST SERVICE CENTRE"


That is SO helpful!


THAnk YOU so DaMn much!


By the way...it is 4.45am in the middle of the night.

I resign my fate....take down the customer service hotline...and wait for the sun to rise...


Dear Buddha, I notice I have been swearing a lot after I came back from my SEA trip...I promise I will control my vulgarity...please let my printer live...it is still young and not yet live it live to the fullest yet...at least...please let my IP5200 print some brilliant 8R COLOUR photogragh for my competition and some lovely photo from my trip before you declare it's death. Please....my printer is innocent. So is ME.

Namo armituofuo...

Make up beauty...

I am sure you have seen horrible looking woman not because they are ugly...but because they have 2 inch thick of make-up on their face which ironically cover their real beauty or worsen their already serious complexion problem.

Of course, there are valid reasons such as covering up ugly acne or pimple scars.....or enhancing undefine eye brows, or adding eyeliners to make your eyes looks bigger and more awake....or simply innocently just want to add colours to you cheeks....or gloss your lips to look delicious to whoever is looking at you...

People with already rather bad complexion...should first deal with their complexion problem. Such as....treat the root of the problem before putting thick make up to COVER up the problem which aggravate their skin because the make up block their pores and cause more breakout.
I was advicing a friend to stop putting on heavy make up for 2 months and treat her acne problem first...but her answer was...she can't leave home looking ugly...but if she treat the root of her problem...she will be even prettier with or without make up.

I am not a pretty lass myself.
I am tempted to doll up myself once in a blue moon...
I am fully appreciative of people who make up to enhance themself...
But do beware of over-doing and the negative result of amplifying defects while trying to cover it.

Just think about this...if i see a pimple on your face...
I probably wont spend a split second looking at it...
But if it was a pimple cover under thick make up....which is still obvious...
I will stare at it for more than 3 seconds and think "hmm...I can see that you are trying hard to cover it...but I can still see it"

Which do you prefer?

Meanwhile ...please bear in mind that heaven is UNFAIR.
There will always be people with flawless fairy complexion...
They are people who are not included in my discussion today...because they do not know what is a acne scar...beacause they never had any acne in their life in the first place.

Boring week...

Right now...I am forcing myself to churn out a proposal.
Not very enjoyable...as in...to produce a piece of artwork for the sake of producing...

But then again...i need that kind of pressure to work.

Meanwhile this week has been boring...

Except for a little catching up with some old friends at vivo city...we had a nice chat for the evening...

I wish I am travelling now...
LW is going to tokyo...
SY is going to Cambodia...
Guan is going to Taiwan...
CQ is still in NZ...

I m stuck in SG.

I wish I know what to submit for today's deadline...2 more hours...

Wish me luck.

10 things I learn this week...

1. Union square is the hottest spot for salsa dancers to twist their hips and wave their hands.
2. Amara hotel is just beside Tanjong Pagar MRT station
3. The fomula to calculate B.M.I (Body mass index) is weight(kg) divided by height(m)xheight(m).
4. NAC send me a letter to inform me that my application is REJECTED.
5. Gary chaw, the malaysian singer is such a cute guy.
6. PC fair at suntec is going to be from 31st MAy till 3rd June.
7. Mangoesteen is good for first type diabetic patient.
8. It cost only $6 to take midnight cab from Amara Hotel to Bukit Purmei.
9. Edited clips of Aja!GeumSoon can be found in Tudou.com
10. PRIDE is a good drama by Kimura Takuya!

Things I want to learn.

There are things I always want to learn....

1. Yoga
2. Ballroom dance(Tango, chacha, salsa,waltz,rocknroll...ballet?)
3. Chinese calligraphy/ Chinese painting
4. Floral arangement (traditional japanese style)
5. Cooking and baking
6. Ceramic/pottery techique
7. video and audio editing
8. graphic design/photoshop and illustrator
9. web design/java script and flash
10. Tailoring/ sewing skill
11. Print making
12. Driving
13. Foreign language-japanese, korean, french, german...
14. Glass firing technique for glass sculpture...
15. Advance diving and underwater photography
16. photography


Life is so interesting...

SALSA!

I have recently take up a new part time job...selling salsa tickets at Union square...
It was quite a eye opener to see such a vibrant dancing crowds...
And the music is OOHhhhhhh....magic!

Tempted me so much to dance...
But is too tensed up to try...
Regardless of how open-minded I am...
I am too shy...
though my heart is counting steps with the music...

So much things I want to learn...
And it includes dancing...
Tango...salsa, chacha...foxtrot, rumba...rock n roll...


One, two, twist your hips...

LQ my friend was telling me a few days ago...."If I couldn't get married by 35...let's get a flat together..."

RS has been telling me the similiar thing...remember the retirement plan for single ladies i mentioned...

Wendy...too...together with some of her friends...

And I wasn't wondering until wendy bring this up....
how come all my friends are asking me to share a flat or join their group if they can't find a husband by 35.

The only conclusion is...everybody ASSUME I WILL BE SINGLE by 35.


I am that lousy...that pathetic...that bad that it will be so highly possible that I am be left on the shelf by 35.


Ladies...yes, if anyone of you are like me by 35 (single)...

you are welcome to join me...

On repeat mode.

The only track playing on my window media playing now is...


天使忌妒的生活...


http://music.kugo.cn/play/100095.htm


Nice song.

Reading my past...

I was reading through my old blog and is actually pissed by my own secretive...


http://frillyobject.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html


I was writing about someone I was secretly admiring last year...
But WTF...so secretive...I dun even know who that person was...
I read through and try to find clues who in the world I am talking about...
And cannot recall anyone...

Next time...I should just put a name...at least a nickname...
Or give a brief description of how he look, or who he is...

Spare myself the agony.

Right now...just have to live with the fact that I am secretly admiring a guy 9 month ago...but forget who in the world he was...

But I am sure I am not admiring him now...
Or else I would have know who.

I am that fickled minded...and so easliy in love.

Being different...

I am secretly please most of time when people say I am different.
But then, being too different sometimes makes me worry for a few seconds...wondering if there is anything wrong with me being different.

One day, when I was in a rather blend mood to go to work...I choose a boring black top and boring jeans to go to work...and to my greatest surprise...my colleagues were full of praise for my NORMALITY.
They...in unison , wished and requested me to dress up like that more often because they think "I look nicer then usual" ...which means they feel that I look strange usually....

If that is considered normal and nice...
I really rather be ABNORMAL and weird....
or else my life will be too boring...

Though occasionally, I do like the idea of dressing up normally to feel abnormal...

If you know what I mean.

Soduku and life...

I like playing soduku...
I like the feeling of completing a task...

I have always been playing this number game alone...
afterall this is quite a self absorb game...
Hence, I never know how good I am or how fast compare to others...

Yesterday, after a little competition with my friend LQ...
I realise...
I am extremely slow...and actually the worst kind of player...
Completely systemless...and impatient...

So she show me her trick...

1. Start from the top box...and go thru number by number from 1 to 9
2. Every new number filled up will give clue to more number
3. If some area is stuck...MOVE on and go to other numbers...dun waste time thinking...
4. Always scan thru and repeat scanning process of possibility from 1 to 9 again...

Very systematic and orderly and efficient.

While me, my style is...

1. Stare at the block of numbers...randomly
2. Here and there and everywhere...to check for number to be filled up...in no particular orders
3. Gets frustrated if i am stuck, and at some point will STARE at the numbers as if I am thinking...and waste time.
4. After the idling...I resume my task...and go thru all the inefficient way all over again until all the boxes are filled up.


I realise the way I solve soduku is the same as how I live life...
I am distracted and do not follow a system.
I do things spontaneously and randomly...
And this actually makes me horribly inefficient...

But the good thing is...though I am really slow...I enjoy this game as much as those who finish this in 5 minutes...

Like life...it is not about the quantity...but how much I enjoy while I am solving it.

10 things I learn this week...

Hey!...it is time for my weekly report...

1. My JVC digital camcorder records videos and save it as .mod files

2. I have learn that digital video files can come in varies forms, such as .MOD, .MPEG2, .avi.... and not all video editing software can support all of them...for instance...the FREE window movie maker from XP cannot support .mod file.

3. Other brands of camcorder also have their unique video files format...like .VOB and .IFO for sony...

4. .MOD files can be converted to .MPG simply by renaming the files...becos .MOD is actually Mpeg2.

5. Window movie maker do not support mpeg2 as well...wait wait WAIT!...is .MPG the same as mpeg2????? mpg, mp2 and mpeg2 the same thing or different? what is the diff??

6. I have learn that the more I learn the more confuse I am.

7. I have also learn that the more difficult it is to learn the more I want to learn...Yet, It is slowing me down and frustrating me A LOT.

8. I have learn that being HUMBLE is REALLY A GREAT VIRTUE.

9. I have learn that EVERY APPLICATION COMES WITH AN APPLICATION FORM.

10. I have learn to take a straight bus from marina square to somerset and that the $5 Char siew rice at KENJI RAMEN(near somerset MRT)...is OIISHI!

That's all.

:)

I was telling JM...

I was telling JM...about my frustration for not making art...
He suggested that it could be because I am not experiencing any extreme emotions now...

Indeed, such an enlightenment for me...

This one year plus to me is quite a void.
But it doesn't mean I am unhappy.

I have concluded that the reason for my unproductivity is due to the fact that I am feeling too carefree now...
Too contented...
No extreme emotions and feelings..
Which is unhealthy for an artist...

Haha...what an irony...

And so...should I continue to be feeling neutral and peaceful with life...and be UNPRODUCTIVE
OR...make myself miserable to make art...

I really don't know.

What do I really want?

Mahjong philosophy II

It is about Skill, luck, probability, flexibiliy, adaptability and maybe...the colour of the bra you are wearing for the day...

To be continue...

Conversational topic of the day with KY

Yesterday KY and I had some interesting discussion about

-video codec
-video editing softwares
-computer technology
-movie critic
-gender stereotying issue
-computer history
-Ada Lovelace, a beautiful lady with nice hairdo who is the first computer programmer?
-X-men and why it is a good movie
-Batman, a bad movie
-Sociology, gender issues
-Cyberfeminism
-Art media and technology, interactive technology
-Robots which read facial gesture?
-Science fiction
-Men in Black
-Alien
-Time travel concept
-Back to the future
-Virus, human as virus
-Men are from Mars and Women from Venus
-Website design
-Audio terms
-Jap drama theme song
-Amelie and Billy Elliot are good movies
-Matrix
-Man and woman are the same?

More or less...any thing else to add KY?

All about RS and me.

And so, since I have been having VERY LONG chats with RS recently late in the night...
I shall write down a list of things I come to conclude from our recent topics...

1. Guys who are well-travelled and open-minded are attractive to us.
2. We have special feelings for UK.
3. We want to go aboard someday.
4. Typical singaporean man do not attract us.
5. I will not convert and become a christian and she understand that.
6. We love KLUNCH!
7. We are proud of our chinese standard.
8. She is having headaches from friends who tries to matchmake her to any guys available...
9. We both agree that the singlehood retirement plan is brilliant if we are left on the shelf.

Yah..that's about it.
Anything else to add RS?

Bear with me.

There have been conflicting ideas going on for my art.
And lots of confusion in fact.

Yet there is something very clear.
I need to MAKE SOMETHING NOW.

I have enough of looking at other people's work and feel
miserable about NOT PRODUCING.

Feel sick when I know I can do it but not doing anything.

Angry when I keep finding excuse not to work.

Hence, I was telling RS that I plan to use my ART itself as a self-check
to motivate myself to produce art.

My art, used to be a source of ventilation for my exploding thoughts...
And a record of my daily life...
Now has an additional function...
As a self-check and motivation...
Also, I always wish my art to be a window for people to see what I saw...

This beautiful world...my beautiful life.

Bear with me...

It's coming soon...

PROMISE!

Girls talk...

If you wonder what we girls talk about....
These are some of the topics I have explore so far...

- Boys
- Men
- History
- Politics
- Economics
- Travel
- Arts
- Technology
- Family
- Siblings
- Work stress
- Gossip
- Geography
- Literature
- Book reviews
- Music
- Religion
- Fashion
- Korean drama/Tv programme
- Environmental Issues
- Household DIY
- Computers
- Craftworks

Hmm...more or less like dat...

Sarcasm.

This is something everybody can do it...
but not everyone can do it beautifully...
For instance me, I can never be good with this because I am too kind and most of the time too soft hearted to be sarcastic.

To perform it with grace, you need to be ruthless.
A fair bit of humour is required to ease the tension of being rude.
You also need a certain amount of reference and wits to give your sarcasm content. Finally, you just need a silly statement from your victim to trigger your talent.

CQ is an expert with this. He flaunt his sarcasm like composing poems...and overwhelm you with awe...especially when his sarcasm reaches a point of mattter of fact... Until I was almost always..taken in.
However, to reach this kind of standard of being sarcastic is not easy.
I realise he himself suffer from occasional confusion in expressing himself in order to perform sarcasm to perfection.

Finally, some words of advice...
Do not attempt sarcasm if you cannot handle conseqences...
A bit of sarcasm can be entertaining but too much can be annoying...
For guys, wrong kind of sarcasm makes you look ugly,
and wrong kind of sarcasm from gals makes you look bitchy.
So BEware!

Mahjong philosophy

The following only makes sense if you know how to play mahjong.

Different people have different experience in playing every mahjong game. Just like different people goes through different kind of life.
A game of mahjong is just like life itself.

You may have a good start but doesn't mean you will win.

You may have a bad start but doesn't mean you will lose.

You may have a strong front, but could be really weak inside...

You may have nothing in front but a strong formation inside...

You will not know who wins until the very end.

To be continued...

10 things I learn this week.

1. Thanks to the instruction manual...I learn to set up a Canon colour bubble jet printer and install the driver successfully at second attempt. The first time fail because I forget to test print and got to uninstall and install all over again.

2. If you couldn't find something that is suppose to be on the table...then it must be under it. That is my mobile...it took me 2 days to decide to look underneath the table and found it!..before that i ransack my entire room to no avail.Thanks to my nanny who insist I lift the table.

3. Rainy days can ruin swimming plan. That was an excuse, but a valid one. The real reason was because I was lazy and it happens to rain. This is a realisation after self accessment.

4. Teaching children drawing pays you about $16 per hour. I was given an offer to teach by my art agent...It cost about $16 per hour. I rejected it because it was in Queenstown. My agent told me.

5. Keri Keri is a city up north in New Zealand. CQ told me.

6. Auckland is in New Zealand. CQ sarcastically says "No, it is in africa"...which means "YES, it is in NZ"...if you know how to interpret his sarcasm.

7. The shops in New Zealand also closes at 5pm like UK.

8. The staff canteen in changi airport closes at 8pm.

9. This year's sakura blooming season in Tokyo is NOT as beautiful as previous...because it bloom too early and die prematurely...YQ told me.

10. You have to submit your thesis in Japanese if you study MA in Japan...again YQ told me.

Quite a nice song...

Lovely voice from Sheila Majid and Lin Yu Zhong....

Melodi

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Md56h8gwPDw

Go watch it bah!

Hey!...MOVE YOUR ASS, BITCH!

Yah MAN!

MOVE your FAt ASS LEh...

StOP YouR DAMn LAmE LiFE aNd do YOur STuFf !

FoR buddHA SakE!

ArH mi TUo FuO.....

sHan zAi ShAn Zai....

Off to meet the hobbits!

HEy!...off to meet the hobbits...

Ohh...I wish I can go...
DAMN!..CQ is already on his way for a 4 months trip...
Not envy at all...BUT FULL OF JEALOUS!

I wonder how pissed I will be when he came back to show off his holiday pics...of course I still look forward to look at them...

Nevertheless... all the best and enjoy the trip!

Take care yo!

STOP BEING LAZY!

EH!...STOP BEING LAZY GIRL!
YOU SHOULD BE DOING SOME WORK NOW.
SINCE YOU ARE SO FREE AND ALWAYS COMPLAINING ABOUT NOT HAVING ENOUGH TIME TO PRACTICE AS A FULL TIME ARTIST...YOU SHOULD BE DOING SOMETHING NOW SINCE YOU ARE SO FUCKING FREE!!!!!

WAKE UP! MOVE YOU BUTT!

START DOING SOMETHING!

BORED!

I AM SO BORED!!!!!

Something I learn in 2004...

You learn something everyday. If you ever notice it.

Today, I learn something in less than 5 minutes.

My lesson today teach me NOT to wear sandals in WINTER even for 2 minutes.

It is 12.45am.

I am one of those people that make the mama shop along the street outside my house decide to operate 24 hour like a 7-eleven. By the way Glasgow does not have 7-eleven.

It was 12.30am..and I am going to start my journey to burn midnight oils for my essay writing. I saw the pathetic left over toilet paper on the table and foresee that I am going to run out of it before daybreak...I decided that it is not going to helpful especially when you will pee a lot in winter...and I am going to drink a lot of green tea tonight to keep myself fully awake. I decided to risk the freezing winter to run out and buy toilet rolls. Afterall, the shops are just 2 minutes away my house...how cold can I get.

I put on my bubble jacket and slip into my SANDALS....and ran out of the house....

First 10 seconds...fine...not very cold..still can tahan...then 30 seconds past...I saw the shop....my hands stuff in pockets....one minute past...er..not so fine...

I realise my toes are feeling tingling....1 minute 30 second later....where are my toes....?...i cant feel a thing...and 2 minutes later...I reach the shop.

Ah....thawing session begins...as I busied myself choosing which colour I should buy for my toilet paper...the ang moh here like their toilet papers to be coloured....although eventually it will be flush away with shit.....I just wonder which one will give a better colour combination with it.

In the end...after some struggle...I choose pink instead of green. That is becos I reckon pink will feel softer although they are both the same...just something psychological...then comes the 2 minutes ordeal again...this time was much tougher than the first run out of my room...becos back than I was nice and warm in my own room....first 10 seconds...not good already...freezing....why in the world did I wear sandals in winter...stupid....1 minute past...toes painfully losing senses....as I did not fully thaw when I was in the shop...hence refreezing becomes much more difficult to bear...1 minute 30 seconds.....I will NEVER wear sandals in winter ever again...as I speed past the trash collection area ...and then...my apartment....open the door frantically as if someone is behind following me....step into my room...

and AHHHH......thawing....

(This was written in November 2004, Glasgow, during winter. I am doing housekeeping with my old word files and found this...nothing is too late to share...)

Split ends...

While I was trimming my split-end...which I always do...I suddenly have this urge to snip off more than that tiny bit of my hair...

I am fed up with myself for not cutting my hair...

I push my luck further by cutting off...a few more centimetres upwards...and not one hair...but a tiny few strands...many more than ten strands....whahaha....that is nothing..because it makes no difference to my bushy long hair...I won’t miss that tiny bit of hair being cut off...in a spur of moment...

yet...i felt a tiny weeny bit of pain...in the slightest sensation of pain from somewhere in my heart when I hear the snipping sound of the scissors cutting those pathetic few strands of hair....and...the weirdiest of all....though I felt the pain...I am sure there is...I am actually very excited about it...that I have cut it.

SO what does it mean?


(This was something I typed and saved in my computer in 2005 but forget to post on my blog...thought it was nice..)

Spare me the agony

It was one of those casual moments when I type in my blogspot URL...and I enter this site instead...

http://www.frillyobject.blogpsot.com/

It was a typo.

I suspect when RS click on this URL and see what I saw now...she would be secretly be smiling to herself and tell me "SEE!...It's your fate...blah blah...this is a hint!"

While I am thinking...why in the world would a christian website has such a URL as frillyobject??? Funny, ha.

Scan through..concluded yet again...well...sorry folks to disappoint you...


NO, THANK YOU.

Let's put it in this way...like what I told RS...

I see this religious issue like chocolate.

Something a lot of people around love...CRAVE...
But to me...I just hate it.
I am also aware that people who offer me chocolate meant well..because eating chocolate really make them very happy...
However, personally, please do not try to offer me chocolate again.
I really don't like it.

Spare me the agony...

Show me mercy...

FOR YOUR GOD SAKE.

Please.

:)

MY LAPTOP CRASH!

First time.
This is his first time.
There had been times when i can feel it coming but never came.
But just 3 days ago...it crashed.

It appears to be normal all the while.
I was still watching youtube...and perform the usual various task such as listening to music...blogging, and msn-ing...everything seems too normal...no symtoms...

Then I shut down the normal ways...

Yet, 2 hours later when i try to start up....

I realise how hell look like for me for that moment. It flashes and reboot on and off...but couldn't start up....then it hits the blue screen and declare DEAD.

I was pulling my hair off...and felt like crying...

But there is no tears...

3.30am.

I mass SMS a few friends for SOS...it felt as if it was my baby running a high fever and i would have knock on someone's door crying for help in the middle of the night if i knew anyone can cure him. Someone save my baby pleaseeeee...

The first to reply was my brother at 4am.

I was touched. He left me 2 numbers to call for technical assistance as he is leaving singapore the next morning to CHINA.

Another was LQ. I am well aware that she can't help my baby...but her concern...HELPS ME. that is 4.20am already.

There are just people you can call at 4am. Those are people dearest to you most of the time. The last time I did that was when there was a rat in my room in Glasgow...I called my Bro.

2 other friends reply my sms the next morning..special thanks to them, SY and YH.

Next day, CQ was kind enough to ask me to bring my baby along to meet him and try fix it while we are at KTV. But it din work. Thanks anyway.

As I was already tight on my deadline, Ah guan offer his desktop at home for me to do my work...it was the only solution then as anyway his sis, my best friend was at home too...

The best part came unexpectedly when Kiat, ah guan's brother in the end SAVE MY BABY! I ask him to take a look and see if he can save it...worse come to worst reformat it so that at least i can start working on it....while fixing...I was served yummy supper of kaya toast and scramble eggs by guan...which I want to thank him by the way...

With the help on KY who sent me a link online to try out...Kiat finally manage to start up my computer on save mode...and fix up the problem...and even help me do a clean up...until 4 am at night...I really am more than grateful...THANK YOU SO MUCH!

In the end...MY BABY SURVIVED!

And not only that....this event also makes me realise yet again that life is beautiful and so are people around you....

So beautiful...

Thank you.

Yes...another sleepless night.

Yes...it is another sleepness night for me.
I am not surprise.

6.17am.
Another morning.

I made a wow discovery just a few days ago...
I found out that the sunrise from the back of my flat is lovely...
Not any less stunning compared to the sunrises I have seen in other countries...afterall it is the same sun...of course it is not the best...
but it is beautiful enough for you to stare at it...in awe.

Borrowed a rather interesting book today.
"The accidental Masterpiece-On the Art of Life and Vice Versa"

Inside...at the end page of the book..it says " art can be found almost anywhere and everywhere, if only our eyes are trained to see it...to do so is something of an art itself..."

And so my point is...

Yes, I lost my sleep...but I gain a beautiful morning.

Group photo!

The photo I love and hate...

Love it...isn't he cute...

Hate it...this photo is taken by Derrick and NOT me.

The 2 boys...

I secretly took these along the way...

they will be grateful to me one day...

That boy in the tub...

It was a memorable trip for me with the boys...

What am I doing now?

It is 6.53am in the morning...logically I never wake up this early for no reasons...indeed...I did not.

I am just too wide awake since last night...

Nowadays...I am so lerthergic until I can do NOTHING.
And nothing means practically nothing.

This is the time of my life again...to hate myself.

As the cycle will goes...my productive peroid is coming soon...I look forward to it really...
I am excited myself to see what I am capable of producing...

I really do hope I am doing something...

The only thing I am glad is...I am still blogging...

My mind is still active at least...

Thank buddha for that.

Ah...the balloon man...

Sunset@Cambodia

Different time, different day...same spot, same sun...

10 songs on my current playlist...

1. Let's stay together-Algreen
2. My Cherie Amour- Stevie wonder
3. You make me want to fall in love- F.I.R
4. 关于我们之间的事- 张震岳
5. 失恋学-林宇中
6. 精舞门-罗志祥
7. A man and a woman- U2
8. I think I - Full house soundtrack...
9. I Heard A Rumour- Bananarama
10. I Only Want To Be With You- Dusty springfield

Powerplug..POWER!

Cambodia...Phnom Phen

SAPA-VIETNAM

Hilltribe children playing in Taphin village

HOIAN- VIETNAM!

A quiet little town...

I should be a BELGIAN!

RS, my friend proudly declared that she should be a SWISS! on her blog...according to the quiz "Which european nationality should you have?"that she had taken online and this trigger my curiosity...

How about me?

I should be a BELGIAN...

Yes...I took the test too.

I have got a high score of 88% for having a high potiential of being a belgian if I am a european...and followed by 75%, a tie between Irish, Swiss, Danish,Italian and German(in no particular order)...63% for Spanish, russian, British Dutch....then in decending order...French, Polish, turkish...

I wonder what makes me a belgian...I really hate chocolate by the way.

Anyway,
here is the test---> http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=198104

The hurtest of a breakup...

After seeing too many...

I realise the hurtest part of a breakup...is not when he says we are still friends...or watever shit they may offer after the breakup...

but to tell you they are attached again...
or worse getting married...

Not that we are so selfish to deny other people of searching for their own happiness...but you will start to think...how can this person who claimed that he loves you so much and how much one moment can love someone else so quickly...

It takes time. Of course maybe after some odds years if someone I used to love tells me he is getting married finally...I will be happy for him...but I definitely do not wish to know that he had YET another fling after he hurt me and someone is going to be hurt again...


For those who are so hurt, BE STRONG!

MEanwhile, if you happen to be NOT hurt during a breakup...then be smart to realise you could be the person who might have hurt somebody...in that case...

At least be considerate to the person you once claimed you have loved...

Please.

This is TAO!

Left on the shelf again...

Sorry, it's the same old boring issue regarding being left on the shelf...

But I want to highlight the real reason why I hope I am off the shelf.

Not that I need a man so badly. But I need a baby.

My maternal instinct is so strong that I suspect I have a high tendency for kidnapping somebody's baby...and really hopes to have one myself one fine day, if not, many.

I think I told too many about this...and it is nothing new already...

If I am still single by 40(initially it was 35...but I reckon...i should give myself more years), I probably will adopt one...or even have one artificially.

Seriously, I mean it.

Left on the shelf...

Today I was chatting with CQ regarding my worries for not able to find someone to spend the rest of my life with...and he commented that he can imagine the scenerio of a sad old lonely woman having a lot of cats and dogs at home...and feeds pigeons in the park during the weekends...which is supposed to be me.

Scare the shit out of me...I didn't tell him.

In sort, I am worry about being left on the shelf.

However, it becomes a mixed feeling when RS told me the statistics for divorce rates in Singapore is actually one third. Meaning out of 3 happily married couples we see walking out of the registry of marriage...1 will end up divorced.

How sad...meaning, even if you are married, it does not garuantee that there will be someone to spend the rest of the life with you...

Then, ladies and gentlemen, what is the point?

Let's analyse this... because of this depressing lost of faith in marriage, more and more people choose to be single rather than marriage which means...there are now more on the shelf then what we initially picture as "LEFT" on the shelf...not to mention those which are back on the shelf...

People who are OFF the shelf in the beginning could ended up as refund items and put back on the shelf...while people still on the shelf seems to be plenty.

So what does left on the shelf means now?
It only means that it is rather HAPPENING now on the shelf.
Plenty are on the shelf and no one is LEFT out.
Everybody has everybody.

Worse come to worst....
Just imagine...bunches of old single happy ladies forming a nice humble community who can support themselves...adopts some children and have some cats and dogs running in the garden...do cooking ,knitting, goes shopping or watch DVDs together...

Not a bad thing...

Do you get what I mean?

Are you with me?