Long weekend ended........

Headed off to a turbulent start this morning...faced a major war at home this morning, which manifested into a cold war eventually. The details are downright ridiculous, so I shall just leave things at that and am not delving into details. Anyways, by the time I reached home just now from the wedding dinner, seemed like things are ok...for now at least. We'll see the situation tomoro huh

Speaking of wedding dinner, it was boring yes. I mean, how fun can things be when you hardly know anyone? Or rather, the ones you know are the old forgies (aunts & uncles from maternal side). Since young, we've all been closer to my paternal side; we practically grew up together. So well, my bro & I attended the dinner for one main reason. Two actually; first and foremost coz mom wanted us to go and two, we wanted to go see that cousin whom used to teach us when we were young (remember I mentioned in the previous post?). The one getting married today is a cousin, younger brother of that cousin I mentioned above.

So well, my bro & I sat with my aunts & uncles, and all they do are gossip and talked about the people they met at the dinner *yawnz* But well, the food wasn't too bad. Tung Lok Restaurant at Liang Court Hotel. Great food actually. Oh I've digressed. Ha. Ok, so when the dinner began, my bro & I kept an alert eye out for anyone who might be THAT cousin. At one point, we thought we spotted him. SOmeone who looked like how he used to be (very vague memory), though this fellow looked really older than the cousin ought to be. So we discussed strategies about how we would approach the guy.

THankfully, before I took action, we spotted another guy who potentially might just be the correct one. And yes, one look at this guy confirmed our "suspicions" that he is DA ONE. So we bidded our time, coz I don't want to just simply go up to him out of nothing...His wife might just thot I'm trying something funny. Eventually, the best time came only at the end of the dinner, where everyone stood up and was preparing to leave. We made our way up to him and before I could say a thing, my bro opened his mouth first. "Remember us?" THat, of coz, was met with a momentary blank look.

Now this was really amusing. Coz this cousin used to teach us when we were still at Pri sch levels. My bro in P6, myself in P4. And this cousin used to rant and scream at my bro for 1) not doing his homework 2) not doing well in his tests/exams. Of coz, being the concientious student that I was, I got heaped with praises. Ha! It was little wonder then, that my bro hated him to the core, and never wanted to see him ever. I, on the other hand, loved him to death (not romantically pls hoh) and looked forward to him coming every week. THat of coz, was then, when we were all young and foolish. Heh.

So anyways, after we identified ourselves, we could tell he was pleasantly surprised. Initial shock even, perhaps. Then words just gushed out after that, like a dam opening its valve.

Time sure seemed to fly. In the blink of an eye, we've graduated and have joined the workforce now. A far cry from those Pri Sch students back then. And he was just an undergrad then, at a local uni. NOw he's married with a three-year-old daughter. Sigh...memories.

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I had a fitful sleep last nite, which was largely due to that bad dream I had. It wasn't one of those horror nightmares of ghosts & vampires. Bad dream as in those really sad ones; those that will make you cry like a little child should you encounter it. Ok fine, mabbe not you, but me - definitely. Something that meant a great deal to me. Or someone...That first love. Yeah I know *rolls eyes* Not that I'm still pining for him, but no matter what happens, I can be married or whatever, but there will always be a soft spot for him in my heart. C'mon...who wouldn't right?

Anyways, to briefly summarise the dream - he brought his gf to intro to me (Duh!), then along the way, something happened and they quarrelled and fell out. Then I became the mediator and brought them back together again...and they walked up the aisle, happily married. Me? Sobbing quietly by the side lah, what else. Would I really be so generous in reality? I seriously doubt so...

Reality check: He does have a gf now and they are happily attached. Matter of time before I get his wedding invitation card, I guess. But that's a different matter altogether. Oh well...scientists said that you tend to dream dreams that are presently weighing on your mind. Well recently this topic of him did come up in a conversation I had with Isa & Angela, so there! That must be it. But if what I dreamt had happened in reality, I probably would cry my heart out. Haha...

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Definitely Monday blues tomoro, following that holiday which resulted in a long weekend. Actually don't need to wait till tomoro, I've got the blues now already.

Next holiday coming up only in August (National Day)...that's another 2.5 months or so. Urgh. Hmm...probably I would have made a short trip away before that, in these couple of months leading to August. Yeah, I sure hope I do. Otherwise, think I will go mad first before my Canada trip in Dec.

*Yawnz* Feeling kinda sleepy now already...Have had long days over the hols. So pardon any typo or spelling mistake I've made. I've yet to pack my stuff for work tomoro. -.-"

I need money....

Ok, things haven't been exactly smooth lately. Not terribly bad, but well, issues have been surfacing. Work, family, friends...everything. Somehow, I feel that each "lull" period of bliss will soon be followed by a turbulent time. Kinda like you can draw those curves which we used to in A Maths, to signify the peak and rock bottom times. I guess this is what one calls, "trials and tribulations" *T.T*

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I'm becoming a real spendthrift lately, especially whenever I feel rich. (Note: FEEL rich. Not necessarily so.) I mean, fine, I do lead a comfortable lifestyle - I shop every month, I buy the things I fancy, I spend on entertainment and I do make savings every month. But I do work hard for the money and there's a price to pay to support my kind of lifestyle. But hmm...I noticed that I do splash money when I shouldn't actually.

I went to the salon with Isabel and Tricia on Thursday nite after work. Only Isabel had made up her mind to do a "soft straightening", while Tricia and myself have yet to decide. I was two minds over whether to rebond, colour or curl my hair (YES curls!), while Tricia was delibrating over perming or just treatment. Both of us were concerned that the perm may turn our hair into small curls (like maggie mee sort), which would most certainly make us "obasan-like". I was also worried that curling my hair would make me look much old. Plus, I felt that my hair wasn't long enuff to be permed. We all know that perming would cause your hair to look shorter than they really are. At least Tricia's tresses are really long, and we do believe that she would look good in curls actually.

Anyways, Isabel's "soft straightening" began first, while the hairdresser came to work on Tricia's curls (yep she decided on perming eventually). She emphasised that she wanted only big curls, and we acutally had printed out a copy of the type of "big curls" she wanted. Heh. Talk about being prepared. We have to cover all grounds mah!

Only I was still undecided. By then I had eliminated rebonding, and was mulling over colour or curling too. I got the hairdresser to temp-curl my hair on both left and right side, to let me have a feel and look of how I would look like. Anyways, the opinion of Isa and Tricia was that the curls were ok, but coz of my hair's colour (dark blue & black, which equals to v v black hair), the curls look funny. Make me look older - just what I want to avoid. Ha..so eventually I settled for colouring + highlights, two tones. I left it to the hairdresser to decide the colours, and she showed me a "cool combination" (her words), dark orange on brown.

THe process was long and tedious for all of us, with the many steps involved. My hair was wrapped up all the way after they had put on the colour stuff, until I went to wash it out. Isabel caught sight of me first before I had a chance to look at my own colour and the first thing she said was "Oh my..."; to which the hairdresser reply (in chinese) "don't frighten her lah"...I was like !?! *alarm bells*

I started praying while she was still washing out the stuff from my hair, and when I went back to my seat, I took one look and that's it! Speechless. The orange is really those sorta bright orange can! I was like...omg!!!

After the lady blow-dried my hair, I saw the "full-blown" aftermath...really orange. Kaoz...I look like some ah lian can...like I didn't have enuff fun when I was 17 and I'm trying to rebel and make up for lost time now. I seriously couldn't say a word...Man, I nearly cry I tell you!

Well, Isabel and Tricia told me the colour was actually very nice (I dunno if they were trying to be polite) and looked good on me, just that I wasn't used to such strong colours and highlights (I usually go for darker shades like blue-black or mahogany-copper).

Anyways, to cut the long story short, I calmed down abit after the initial shock and tried to convince myself that I just needed time to get used to the colours (I certianly hope so). The hairdresser was rather nice; she ran into overtime while servicing the three of us. She was supp to close at 9, but we left the place at 1030 in the end. She provided an extra service for me too - after I was done with my colouring, she temp-curled my hair...not just the sides this time, but the whole head. She wanted to let me have a look & feel about how it would be if I do eventually perm my hair. Hmm...looks not bad actually. My only concern is that temp-curls give bigger curls, while the real thing gives curls that do resemble maggie mee. And when that happens, I would look even more "kuku", considering that my hair is gonna be shorter. I mean, it's short now (she trimmed my hair during the colouring too), and after perm, my hair length would probably barely touch my shoulder blades man. Sigh. And my hair grow so super slow one loh.

Anyways, I wouldn't be going as yet. At least another month or two...Must give my hair some rest before dumping more chemicals on them and subjecting them to more processes.

I told her to TRIM my hair, both the fringe and back. She told me she would cut an inch away, and showed me roughly how much. I agreed and she proceeded. But eventually, she took away more than an inch. She told me she wanted to snip away the hair ends, where there were remnants of the "blue-black" colour from the last colouring, which is no gd. I had a hard time letting my hair grow to that length, plus, my hair gets all curly (not the perm type, but the untidy & all-over-the-place "curls") when its short. And two days after that "trim" she did, my hair is curling in all the worse possible places. *ouch*

Tricia wasn't very happy with her perm. She felt that the curls were too "maggie-like" liao. Well, I guessed this being the initial stage, her curls are still fresh and bouncy. THey would probaly relax into bigger curls/waves given some time. Same goes for my highlight. I sure hope the colour will tone down over time (Not sure how soon that would be though). Isabel was pleased with her soft straightening initially, until she saw Tricia's curls (really nice actually) and my highlights (she likes strong and/or contrasting colours...or mabbe she was being nice about liking the colours), and she wished she had done either mine or Tricia's. -.-" I told her I will return in about one to two months' time to do curls and she shall come along for her highlights too.

After that bout of "chemical-abuse" at the hairdresser, my hair feels rather dry now. I reckon it would probably take another week or two before it would go back to what it was - soft, shiny, fine and easily-managed *hehe* (me=thick-skinned...say what you want, but that's a fact!)

I actually love going to the hairdresser; it equates to a very relaxing experience for me. I sit there, think of nothing, close my eyes while being treated like a queen, with ppl fussing over my hair. But this time, I felt a little stressed, coz for the first time in the longest while, I'm trying out a new salon. My hair is one area I rarely dared to take risks. Like I said, my hair takes the longest time to grow, so....

This trip to the hairdresser burnt a hole in my pocket man...

AND I made another startling purchase today again. I went to make a new pair of glasses with my bro. It was actually my bro who wanted to make, and after sending mom to work, we drove down to Westmall. Couple of months ago, I've already wanted to make glasses, but I just didn't get down to it yet. Somehow there will always be things more important to buy first. But yes, today I finally bought it...and it cost me a bomb. I'm not gonna say how much, coz I know I would be laughed/ridiculed/jeered/spat upon/etc for that wilful amount spent...Trust me, it's really a BOMB. So now, I'm broke liao. Actually I swiped my card, so technically I will be broke next month when the bill comes. But I've gotta cut down my expenditure this month too, to face what's coming in the next month. Thankfully for that Progress Package last month. And not to mention the amount of shopping I did till date...though I feel that I still don't have enuff clothes (Gosh, what's got into me). Not to mention that dig cam I bought 2 months ago. But of coz, I do think that was a gd buy. Let's see, it's probably high time I look for a sugar daddy to support me. Hmm....

Ok, enuff ramblings...think I'm probably KO-ing soon also...Tiring day today. Brought mom out to buy her Mother's Day present just now; and bought a watch for her (Money going out again...though the four of us are sharing this present for her). Went to celebrate grandmom's bdae cum Mother's Day just now with the whole extended family. N gotta wake up rather early tomoro morning. And there's the wedding dinner tomoro nite, which I haven't decided if I wanted to go. Presently my bro and my eldest sis would b going. I tried my darnest to snuck out of it initially. But the reason why I'm contemplating on going again is coz I remembered that I will get to see this distant cousin at the wedding dinner. He used to give me lessons when I was in Pri Sch, and I haven't seen him for the longest time! Just wondering how he looked like now, and I would be glad to see his reaction when he realises that it was me. Ha!

Elect!on Fever is Over...

Think I skipped blogging for so long that I sorta even forgot what my last entry was about...heh..had to look back at the blog to have a quick look. Yep it was some silly joke about the elections.

And speaking of which, I covered the elections at the Serangoon Stadium last Saturday. It was definitely one of the more exciting and fun events I've done so far. Too bad elections don't come only every five years. Oh bother...

I was positioned inside the main area, and I would like to call this the "mosh pit area" (right in front of the stage where I had to push/edge/shove my way amidst the swarm of journalists who were also there); and frankly speaking, it wasn't that tough. I just had to be more careful/alert about the dynamic and vibrant circumstance, coz I must not missed any photo moment. I wasn't just referring to those who won the elections, and went on stage to be cheered upon and receive garlands of flowers. For me, I was more keen to capture the crowd. I mean, sure of coz I took care to take photos of those politicians on stage; but the more interesting shots definitely had to come from those on the ground. Aunties, uncles, children alike cheering like never before. They would probably rather be caught dead than seen waving a flag any other times. And as most would know, photo moments depend on the angle, how fast your camera is, but more importantly, how well you are able to sniff out THE shot. Missed it, and that perfect shot is lost forever. Yeah, I missed lotsa such opportunities. Damn. Stationing in the mosh pit was fun and easy definitely. I certainly had difficulties though - One, I'm short. Two, I'm female. The former means I'm easily overshadowed and crowded out of view. The latter means I'm an easier target to shove out of the way. And have no doubts, coz some of the male reporters are really mean. Thankfully, my experience in covering events (though not that aplenty) put me in good stead, and I managed to stand my ground. *Ahem*

Terence and Wilfred probably had it worse. They had to shoot photos from the outside area; sort of an informal semi-circle formed around the stage and separated from the mosh pit area by barricades (Mosh pit areas are for the cameramen and journalists; apart from the PAP personnels). Imagine them having to jostle with other journalists for that perfect angle as well as the supporters out in full force that night, who were clamouring for that handshake from their "idols". Not easy.

I wished I had gone to the opposition's camp. Cindy told me previous elections, they had actually housed all the various parties at one location, which makes it really an eye-opening experience. The speeches, the chantings, the cheers - all trying to outdo each other, to have the louder cheer, to have the bigger crowd, etc. Sure, the PAP camp's mood at where I was was boisterous too. They were really zealous and enthusiastic; be it in their cheers, singing (of party songs), yellings, waving of party flags, banners...whatever. You can tell they really came prepared (bringing of props and all) and definitely rehearsed. Kudos to their spirits of coz. The speeches of coz, were...as usual. Just some note-worthy moments, like Chan Soo Sen's warm embrace & hot kiss to his wifey...the tears of Sitoh Yu Pin...the emotionally-charged thank-you speeches...& certainly you won't missed the visibly-relieved faces of the PAP team at Aljunied. Truly great stuff.

I only took approximately 500 photos (not alot for a big event like this)...mabbe if I have time to sort them out I would post some up here then. *grin* If only there were more of such adrenaline pumping events. Sigh...boring Spore.

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I'm so restless these days...especially tonite. Not sure why...But it's like, I do feel sleepy now (look at the time now), but I just don't feel like hitting the sack yet. I dunno why oso. Horrendous.

I watched so much TV today, it felt like I had gone on some movie marathon. Strangely, and frustratingly so, most of the movies I watched tonite didn't have a proper ending. Seriously. It's totally infuriating, I tell you. One of the absolute things I can't stand about movies are open-ended endings/no endings. Give me a happily-ever-after ending anytime and I would smile with contentment too, never mind that it's outmoded. Or tear-jerker endings and let me tear along, I would be at ease too. I mean, it just simply is frustrating that you've followed a move through like 2 hours or so, only to find that there's no proper ending. Argh!

Hmm..think I'm a little eccentric tonite. I meant to blog some more, but somehow I just felt like stopping now and that's that. Sigh. Alrite alrite, I'll continue another time....if I do remember about this that is. Heh...

Let's talk Politics...from another perspective

Jokes from SBF
nayr69sg wrote...

Teacher: Nicole, you didn't hand up your project assignment.

Nicole: But I did. I thought I did my project assignment and passed it up to you in class yesterday.

Teacher: No you didn't. I can't find it among the ones handed in by the rest of the class.

Nicole: But I thought I did! Teacher it's very important you know. If you don't mark my homework then I will lose marks for the final exam because this is counted as part of the final assessment. Do you know the implications of it?

Teacher: Ok I will go and check again.

The next day........

Teacher: Nicole come here!

Nicole: Yes teacher?

Teacher: The classroom CCTV which MOE installed has captured footage of you doing your project assignment in class but you then put the work into your bag and did not hand it up!

Nicole checks her bag ....: Oh yeah hor! It's really in my bag all this while. I'm very sorry teacher!

Teacher: Anyway the project is no longer counted in the final assessment so it doesn't matter whether you handed it up or not. But Nicole you are a liar and a dishonest person and will never make it in any respectable field of work.

Nicole: I'm very sorry teacher. Please accept my sincere apologies if my mistake has caused distress and inconvenience to you Mrs Ong.

Teacher: I have discussed with the school's principal and we have decided to expel you from school because we both agree that you are a liar!

Nicole: But I am not a liar!

Teacher: Then you are implying that the school principal, Mr Li and I are liars? That is a defamatory remark Nicole. You are implying that Mr Li and I are unfit to be teachers in this school! We'll see you in court.

Nicole's family is sued for several hundred thousand dollars and becomes bankrupt.

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Sounds familiar? Muahahaha...