Today's wise words

My mummy sent me this passage she chanced upon today. At this point of time in my life, this is what I need the most.

YESTERDAY - TODAY - TOMORROW

There are two days in every week about which we should not worry – two days which we should be kept free from fear and apprehension.

One of these days is Yesterday with all its mistakes and cares and faults and blunders. Yesterday has passed forever beyond our control, all the money in the world cannot bring back Yesterday. We cannot undo a single act we performed, we cannot erase a single word we said. Yesterday is gone.

The other day we should not worry about is Tomorrow with its possible adversities, its burdens, its large promises and poor performances. Tomorrow’s sun will rise either in splendour or behind a mask or cloud – but it will rise. Until it does we have no stake in Tomorrow, for it is yet unborn.

That leaves only one day – Today. Any man can fight the battles of one day. It is only when you add the burden of these two awful eternities – Yesterday and Tomorrow, that we break down. It’s not the experience of Today that drives men mad – it is remorse or bitterness for something that happened Yesterday, or the dread of what may happen tomorrow.

Then let us Journey but - One Day at at Time.

And then she also went on to quote a verse from the bible that really needed to hear right now...

I waited patiently for the Lord; and He inclined to me, and heard my cry. He also brought me up out of a horrible pit.

- Psalm 40: 1-2 -

The Lord is amazing. He speaks through so many channels (through mum's email, encouraging friends and today's church sermon) in order to get the message to me to put my trust and faith in him. Thanks Lord for sticking with me now when I need you the most. Amen!

I was deceived!

Once again, the post office cheated me!

Somehow, post offices and me just dont get along It's exactly like my relationship with computers. We have this common understanding. I don't like you, you don't like me.

Ahhhh...why does this happen to me over and over again? And with this same client!

God, HELP ME!

Waiting = An Opportune Moment

Here I am, waiting again.

This time, I'm waiting for people. It seems like I've been doing plenty of that recently. Just last week, the mad rush at the end of the week was a result of waiting. Waiting for the copywriter to finally be done with the text that goes into the brochure, waiting for the client to finish her endless meetings and get back with any changes, waiting for the designer to amend the brochure, waiting for the client to approve the new brochure, and more waiting waiting waiting...

It's a VERY VERY VERY and might I add VERY long process. And right now, I'm waiting for the graphic designer to do my minor changes to the brochure and send them back to me. It shouldn't take him more than 15 minutes, but he is also busy with other things.

Sigh...is life all about waiting? They say you shouldn't let time pass you by. Grab every opportune moment. And hence this blog entry - an opportune moment.

Shhhhh...I just spotted another colleague of mine making full use of his opportune moment!! Wonder what his blog address is...wonder what he writes...hee hee.

God Bless(ed) Me...

Dear Lord,

I can only depend on you right now for my stupidity. I made a wrong move last week and it has caused many worries this week. And now, I can't do anything about it - I'm powerless - but leave it in your hands - the powerful. Only you have the power now to decide the fate of this parcel and Lord, I pray that the parcel will get there real SOON and also in MINT condition. Lord, help me. I'm new and I wasn't told what to do, and so I took my own liberty to send the parcel by normal post which only turned out to be stupidity.

Lord, I don't know where on Earth this parcel is right now:
If it is still in Singapore, God bless it to hurry up and leave the country.
If it is in the aeroplane right now, God bless the pilot to fly faster but with safety.
Lord, if it has arrived in Korea's postal headquarters, God bless it to be dispatched immediately.
And Lord, if it, so amazingly and graciously, has been delivered today, God Blessed Me!

Amen.

Many Mini Minutes

Everything is in minis now. Just last night, I saw the ad for cornetto minis!! They are so adorable, I felt like eating a bunch of them - now how greedy is that!

Anyway, so here's the minutes for the past couple of days...in as mini a paragraph as I can.

Saturday DAY- Spoilt Radio Celebration!

To commemorate Spoilt Radios Day on 24/7, Pear and I had a mini early celebration (actually, I wouldn't call it mini). What's Spoilt Radios Day? It's a day in a year where we celebrate the endless 'broadcasting' of two spoilt radios. Still don't get it? That goes to show how exclusive you have to be to join the club!

How did we celebrate it? By meeting to sign up for our basic driving theory test together! I can't believe how inefficient it is though. After waiting for almost an hour, the lady tells us that if we are only signing up for our basic theory test and have a credit or debit card, then we can do it online at their machine - that's AFTER WE'VE WAITING FOR ONE WHOLE HOUR! Grrr...anyway, it only took us 5 minutes or less to book our test date (one month away) so we had absolutely no clue why others were taking more than 10 to 15 minutes!

After that, we met the guys down in town, where we continued to celebrate the day with a good sushi buffet with loads of sashimi, softshell crabs, pregnant fishes, peas and heaps more! The guys were there, not because they were in the club, but because we needed people to help us so that we can eat more varieties. You see, a plate of sushi comes in 2s or 6s, and to maximise the spread at the buffet, we need more people so that we can have one of each thing! However, being young, being greedy and being in a buffet, we naturally ordered too much to eat. The last hour there was spent moaning at how full we were, stuffing the remaining bits down our throats (definitely diminishing returns) and trying to hide away the rest of the food among the stack of plates accumulated.

Then of course some exercise was involved - the best exercise in town – SHOPPING. But we didn't buy much either, which is fine by me, since I have already spent my first pay cheque and is currently tapping into my yet-to-come second pay cheque!

To close off the tiring day of eating and shopping, we found ourselves at Burger King, downing Lemon Barley to quench our thirst.



Saturday NIGHT - Old Teammates New Lives...

Then after I split with Pear and Junren, I met up with an old softball teammate and we ended up at The Coffee Club at Takashimaya, eating more while we catched up on new lives. It was a good time of catching up, talking about everything under the sun, from softball 6-10 years ago, to the future. There was so much to talk about, we adjourned to McCafe for more of it! I only got home around 1am in the morning! And my grandpa was still up - not waiting up for me of course.

Sunday AFTERNOON - Bad Boys, Good Girls

Yesterday after church, I spent the entire afternoon lazing around watching TV. Bad Boys 2, Dinotopia and Miss Singapore Universe 2006 was aired almost simultaneously that I had trouble watching everything at a go! My main focus was Bad Boys 2 of course. I never liked Dinotopia and I've seen the episode before, but during Bad Boys commercials, I would switch to Dinotopia. Then even both Bad Boys and Dinotopia ended, my attention turned to the last bit of Miss Singapore Universe 2006. I found it rather lame...I don't know why. Some answers made me cringe (missing the question completely) but most made me laugh, sometimes along and sometimes at them.

I didn't even watch the ending. Can't remember what I ended up doing. But when I saw the Miss Singapore winner and representative on a commercial for Miss Universe 2006, I sighed. There goes another year of 'trying' - not that she wasn't pretty. It's just that I felt there could be someone better.

But that's not the important thing. The important thing is that I was a good girl that Sunday. I stayed home.

Sunday EVENING - Cheerleaders are dancers gone retarded

Last evening, they aired 'Bring it on' - and I couldn't help myself but watch it AGAIN. I can't even count how many times I've seen it. I knew what was coming next, what would be said, their expressions and everything! And yet, I fell right back into television's trap. They say 'cheerleaders are dancers gone retarded'...

So here's my version of the reality:

TV addicts are producers who never made it.

Ding Dong

"...Ding Donnggg"

Grandpa leaped up from the sofa and said as he walked across to get the door, "I'm coming."

I ran out of the bathroom where I was washing my face, telling grandpa it's not our bell! No one was at the door.

--- Rewind a little earlier ---

"Seven Eleven...it's a store and more...Ding Donnggg" said the television advertisement.

My grandparents and I had a good laugh after!

Long Sweet Long...

Long Friday Long...

Work ended late once again, with a meeting at 5pm - just before knock off and of course, we didn't end on schedule. After the meeting, it was a mad rush down to Orchard to meet Pear and the guys for the movie - Pirates of the Carribean. However, we were very disappointed as the film kept pausing in between, then when they finally got it to work fine, there was a voice lag of about 1 second, so we saw what was being said before we heard it. People started leaving. We decided to leave to...disappointed but at least Lido gave us a refund and free tickets. It was good that we got a free movie, but that meant watching it on Sunday - we've been waiting all week and now, we have to wait 2 more days.

After the disappointment, we headed to Timbre for drinks and enjoyed the live band till around 1+ before heading home - stopping by at Thompson for some Prata on the way back. When I got back home and after a shower, I was back on my laptop, doing work for the Saturday till 5am in the morning.

Long Saturday Long...

Saturday started at 9.30am, when I woke and got ready for work. I had to go in to the office to prepare some things for our presentation on Monday with my colleague. I ended up waiting almost half an hour before he came at 11am and we worked all the way till 4pm. Our boss joined us in between. By 4pm, we were starving and since the work was done, we left for a very late lunch. After 'lunch', I picked Pear up and we rushed to NTUC and Cold Storage to get the ingredients we needed for the dinner we were whipping up.

We got back at around 6.30pm and the prep and cooking started immediately. The guys came around 7+pm and were very hungry and thus grumpy at our attrocious time management. They said they should have eaten KFC before they came.

However, when the food was finally served at 8+pm, they were happily delighted. Our dinner proved to be a greater success than we planned. On the menu was minestrone soup for starters, salmon teriyaki, marinated chicken thigh and shepards pie for mains. Don't believe we could handle all that?



Junren praised, “The wait was worth it. Thankfully I didn't eat KFC.” And he did a little calculation and decided we could charge $80 at a high class restaurant for the entire meal. Pear and my eyes lit up. SUCCESS!

We were so bloated after the meal and sent the boys to work - yes, in their eyes, we were slave drivers, in our eyes, we deserved a rest so the washing up was their responsibility! They were shocked at the amount of plates and utensils we used when we cooked. Oops.



After dinner, we adjourned to my bedroom for a game of 'Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus' - which Pear and I lost AGAIN. Why? I think we know each other too well...so none of the options are specific enough. Either that or we both are fickle-minded - that's how alike we are. Haha.

Then we decided to watch the movie the guys rented - Wedding Crashers - while we ate Raine's famous dessert: Oreos n Ice Cream. It was a pity it wasn't as nice...I didn't like the additional baileys that was added in...too much milk flavour. Hopefully the others like it since they aren't so particular about milk as I am.

After the movie, they hanged a while longer till around 2+ before leaving. The day had been a long one, but I was enjoying it because it made my weekend felt longer and I didn't want Saturday to end. Once Saturday ends, it means Sunday is here, which means immediately, it's Monday and it's back to work. However, though I said I didn't want Saturday to end, my body shut down at 4am.

Long Sunday Long...

Sunday morning at 11.30am, I woke. Getting ready, I left for the airport to pick my grandparents up. While I was at the airport, I saw a bunch of crazy fans welcoming 2 singers - though not very famous I reckon. 1) The welcoming party wasn't that big and 2) I didn't know who they were, I even had to text Pear to ask if they were famous. How silly. Turns out, there was a concert that night and these singers were performing.

After picking up my grandparents, we went to Hougang Mall for lunch before heading home, where I watched a Japanese movie before heading out again to meet Pear and the others for dinner and - FINALLY - Pirates of the Carribean. The movie was worth it - though free, it was worth our time and effort. I LOVE IT. It's even better than the first one!

I got home around midinght and hopped straight into bed after shower.

Long Monday Long...

Along came Monday morning, awaking me from a sweet dream. I lied in bed wondering how come my alarm hasn't gone off. After a while, I decided to look at the clock.

8.20am.
Past 7am (the usual alarm time).
8.20AM.
PAST 8AM (THE USUAL LEAVING-THE-HOUSE TIME)

LAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ahhhhh. I leaped out of bed, flew into the washroom, flew right out, hopped into my outfit (thankfully I had planned it the night before) and poofed on some makeup and was out of the house by 8.30am.

Grandpa and I were stuck in a jam just outside our house and I only got to the MRT station at 8.50am to board my train.

I only reached Harbour Front at 9.20am (20 minutes late for work) and jumped right into a cab to take me directly to work. Despite being late, I had a telling off by the cab driver, asking me to buy an alarm (those cheap alarm) that sounds at 7 o'clock, both am and pm. And the cab ride wasn't cheap - $6 as compared to a bus ride of 39 cents.

And the funny part? I was the earilest in the account department (my department) and my boss wasn't here yet. So much for rushing and panicking.

That morning at 10am, we left for a presentation at the client's place. The wait was ages coz they were running late, but presentation went alright. Hopeful I guess. After that, we had lunch before returning to office and I only got to rest for half an hour before I was out of the office again, going with my boss to attend another meeting. When I got back, it was already 4+pm and by 6.30pm, I was out of the office, going down to Orchard to meet my Prince for dinner.

We had tepanyaki, then went for drinks at the Top of the M. My Prince knows how to live it well. We chatted till around 11pm before heading home. We've definitely matured in our thoughts and in our conversations. It's more indepth about what we want from life, our career paths and our dreams. It's crazy how adulthood has sneaked up upon us and caught us off guard. Just yesterday we were in secondary school, not know what we wanted in life and today, we both have such big dreams and we can feel/taste it in a way if you know what I mean.

I got home around 11.20pm and headed for bed.

Long Sweet Long...

It's been a long long few days and I love it. I love the hustle and bustle of it all, and I don't regret ever returning to Singapore for this kind of lifestyle.

Her Story

She woke up at quarter past seven, a little late but on schedule. Picking out her work outfit for the day - a pretty pink sequins top dressed down with a simple black skirt, she got ready for work.

The sky looked perfect, a beautiful forecast for the best day of the week - FRIDAY. She could smell the weekend in the wind, in the air, and in the warmth of sunny Singapore.

She caught eleven twelve to the interchange and walked lightly across the beautiful green field to the Mass Rapid Transit station, making sure her heels do not dig into the earth.

The train was crowded as usual, nothing out of the ordinary for peak hour human traffic. She joined the working professionals as they journeyed to work. Some were sleeping, others were listening to their ipods and the like, and still there were others playing with their cellphones. But the bulk of the passengers were intently reading the newspapers, business magazines, novels and even notes they had on hand. She joined in, pulling out her Korean notebook to refresh her memory. It has been a long time since she last practiced her Korean. It needed brushing up.

The train pulled in to Harbour Front station and along with the mass of people, she ascended to daylight – a dim moist daylight, sprinkled with tiny specks of water.

Whipping out her pretty pink 'FCUK RAIN' umbrella, she skipped to the bus-stop to await her bus that takes her to work. The world seemed smaller when she boarded ten as she met her colleague (one who seldom takes this bus) and together, they engaged in a light-hearted conversation till they reached their stop.

The rain poured down as the bus pulled up at their stop. The sky was a shade of grey and blue. It looked miserable. Hopping off the bus and leaping under the bus shelter, she received a taste of the rain - a tiny taste good enough to get a part of her hair wet. Staring out at what awaited the ladies at the bus stop - a five to ten minute walk to the office, they whipped out their only weapon.

Opening her trusty pink umbrella, with her friend's yellow umbrella trailing behind, they charged against the wind and rain. Rain beated fiecely down against her delicate pink umbrella. Wind blew her hair up into a mess, rain water found its way on her made-up cheeks and forehead. The rain seemed relentless, determined as it is to get her soaked from head to toe. Thankfully, her delicate umbrella, bending in the wind for its master, held out for her. It only allowed the bottom half of her skirt from mid thigh and down, her legs and her entire feet and slippers wet.

As she approached the side of the road and was waiting for the little green man, a car sped by. Water splashing up as in the movies flashed across her mind. Instinctively, she shrieked and stepped back as the car droved past. Thankfully for her, the puddle of water was not big enough to cause any commotion.

She crossed the road, walking under the peaceful overhead expressway to the other side of the pouring rain. She hiked up another slope with rain water flowing down against her before finally reaching shelter.

It hit her. She could not have felt more soaked. The feeling of being about fifty percent soaked on dry land played a significant part. Her slippers squishing out water beneath her toes with every step she took could not have done it better.

Back in the office, after she wiped off the rain from her legs and dried off her soaked slippers was she able to sit back and laugh about the moring's rain storm.

So FREE

I must be so free at work to write these 3 entries in a day...check it out below!

Something Ugly.

How strange we humans are...

Just last week, our company had a used props sale and I bought myself 2 mini pots of fake flowers to beautify my desk. As I stood there surveying the 4 pots on sale, I wondered which to choose. One had bright yellow roses, another had little orange-like fruits. Yet another had little purple-like fruits. And the last had red and dark blue round fruits.

Being me, I sided towards the yellow and orange, they were more bright, more to my liking. However, the IT guy whose room we were occupying for the sale liked the red and dark blue flowers better because it was different. I hesitated. Firstly, I don't fancy red - its just not my type. Okay honestly, I felt it was ugly. Secondly, I'm not so bold. I think red is a very bold colour. Thirdly, it's the IT guy.

However, I was still a little new to the company then, and I wanted to leave a good impression, even if it was just with the IT guy. I reasoned that this IT guy has probably more of a creative eye than I do, being with the company for even longer than I have. I trusted his opinion. I purchased the yellow roses, and the red one. I didn't like it then, but I went with it. I thought to myself, even if I don't like it, at least he does.

That's how humans are. We think of others before ourselves (not a compliment). We don't have our own unique personalities, or even if we do, it's blended down with society's perception. But then again, there's others (like me), who don't have this unique personality and hence, take up other people's suggestions in order to stand out and impress. We rather go with others than our own preferences. Unless of course you can't be bothered - but how many of us really can't be bothered? Those who say they can't be bothered and dress sloppily also spend time making sure they look sloppy enough to convey the message. It's human nature.

So back to my little story. Even after I brought those 2 pots of plants back to my table and settled them beside my computer, I still didn't fancy the red one. Yes, my table did look a little more lively, but red? I was still questioning my decision.

Then my colleage sitting in front of me bought the orange pot of flowers. The one I liked more than the red. She said she liked the flowers on my desk so she bought one for herself.

But just the other day when I did OT, the creative director came in to chat with us. While chatting, he compared my pot of flowers (the red one) to the orange one on my colleague's desk. He liked the one I chose. He said my colleague's one is more conservative, it suits her.

I beamed.

Now when I look at the pot in front of me, I love it. It has grown on me. Was it because of what the creative art director said? (Note his title - CREATIVE)

That's how we are as humans. We feel confident only when someone has acknowledged and complimented our choice. We like it when others like it. I can buy a top that I like and only truly love it when someone has praised it. So the question really is...do we sincerely like it or do we just like the compliments?

Who do you blame?

Who do you blame when something you've all worked hard for failed to impress the judges?

Let me give you the options:

1. The one(s) who presented?
2. The one(s) who wrote the proposal?
3. The one(s) who came up with the creatives?
4. The one(s) who agreed along with these fantastic ideas?
5. The one(s) who wasn't present (who should have been)?
6. The one(s) who can't see how awesome they are?

The correct answer is not everyone, nor is it the team. Trick question? Read on...

I believe each and everyone of those mentioned above feels they are partially responsible.

1. The one(s) who presented feels they could have been more persuasive.
2. The one(s) who wrote the proposal could have written it better.
3. The one(s) who came up with the creatives could have – well – could have done it differently.
4. The one(s) who agreed along with these fantastic ideas could have seen its' loopholes.
5. The one(s) who wasn't present could have been here.
6. The one(s) who can't see how awesome they are could have opened their eyes!!

So why not the team? Why not everyone involved? Coz...

1. The one(s) who presented put in their best.
2. The one(s) who wrote the proposal did a great job.
3. The one(s) who came up with the creatives won favour among all.
4. The one(s) who agreed along with these fantastic ideas believed in it.
5. The one(s) who wasn't present had organised it well for others to take over.
6. The one(s) who can't see how awesome they are were just honest.

So who's to blame? That's not the question. The question is what do we do now? (Not a trick question)

Lunch

1. Boredom,
2. Not really.
3. Just a little.
4. Work is ever present,
5. If searched for hard enough.
6. A product of laziness and slack.

1. Work,
2. There is.
3. Waiting for me.
4. Proactiveness is the key.
5. Hard work stares at me.

1. Tired,
2. Is me.
3. Of strategic planning.
4. What can be done.

1. Useless.
2. I feel.
3. Sitting here today.

1. Useful.
2. My Aim.

1. Lunch.

Does your bladder expand when you are stressed?

I dedicate this new discovery to MOX (note: fictional name) for providing this gift of stress to me. I would firstly like to thank my parents. If not for you who brought me into this world called Singapore, I would never have learnt about stress. I'd also like to extend my gratitude to them for taking me to New Zealand, where I learnt all about stressful proposal deadlines at the University. I'd like to thank Mr F., my manager, for blessing me with this stressful chance of a lifetime and I'm sure, there's many more to come. I'd also like to thank my colleage who so conveniently went on annual leave during this period, giving me this opportunity of a lifetime. If not for him, I wouldn't have received this beautiful gift. Of course, I can't forget to thank the helpful computer which chose the best time to decide I didn't have sufficient vitual memory to process the printing of my proposal and shut down on me, first refusing to print half of my proposal and after some coaxing, it spitted out the back part of my proposal but refused to print this ONE remaining page right smack in the middle. I can't thank you enough for this lesson on bottleneck effects which contributed grately to this success! And to Mr Photocopier, who missed printing out several pages and decided he'd jam for us to see - cheers to you! However, most importantly, I'd also like to attribute this award of stress to the high demands of MOX. Without your 1 original set and 5 copies demand, plus visuals and collaterals required, all these within a short span of 2 weeks - I thank you for your faith in Superman - I wouldn't have been able to receive this award of stress. Thank you very much!

Oh, and I've got one more toast to my bladder. The most helpful one of all! You endured with me from 8am today when I started working on stress till 4.30pm! I thank you for your expandability.

The End of The World...

Cup.

WHAT DID THAT ITALIAN SAY TO ZIDANE THAT CAUSED HIM TO REACT SO RASH?

Throughout the entire game and even the build up to the game itself, I was supporting Italy all the way. I like France, but I think Italy is definitely stronger.

However, nearing the end of the game, a twist of events caused me to reconsider my position. That was the moment Zidane was given a red card for using his bald (and I believe very hard) head to hit an Italian player in his chest. And all that the commentators said throughout the rest of the game was how this has tarnished Zidane's image (especially with this being his last appearance in the World Cup), how he was so rash without considering about his team who needs him out on the field...rarara.

But they don't know what that Italian said to Zidane that made him so mad! Zidane has always been a favourite of mine and to see him act so rash...I believe there's a very good explanation behind it. It's not like Zidane and I believe truely that it was the words of that Italian caused Zidane's rage.

That was the turning point. I wished for France to win the World Cup because of that. However, I knew perfectly well, with Henry out and Zidane sent off, France had little chance of winning it back in penalty shoot-outs. Pooz.

However, before I go further on to critise the Italian and side with Zidane all the way, I will find out what really happened. I will find out what was said before I make my judgement.

Spent it all!

Haha...even before I cashed in my first pay cheque (for the first week of work), I have spent it all!

On Friday evening, Pear, Junren, Zeyun and I headed up to Mount Faber for a 'great' dinner. The occassion: me getting my first pay cheque and Pear getting her pupillage position at a good firm - we were treating the guys.

We had reserved a table at the Altivo Bar on Mount Faber for dinner. On arrival, we were greeted by valet service and was lead to our table that overlooked the World Trade Center and Sentosa. The atmosphere was fantastic. A cool night breeze, a candle lit table, serenading voices from a live band, beautiful scenery and great company. It was almost perfect.

Then the food came. It sucked (especially when compared to the price we were paying and the atmosphere itself). Zeyun's fish and chips wasn't anything special, Pear's salmon was a little dry but Junren's salmon was unedible (he claimed) because it was too hard, and my pita bread that came with my chicken was HARD LIKE ROCK (and I'm not lying).

Junren and I both complained about our food. The manager returned to reconfirm with me in regards to the plate the waitress had taken back. He asked me if I really wanted it changed, that if the pita bread was really that hard? I told him, challenged him back, asking him to POKE IT AND SEE FOR YOURSELF.

Finally, our fresh new plate of food came. This time, the pita bread was beautifully soft. That was how it should be! Junren's salmon was much softer than before. We were pleased, though for the price we were paying and the beautiful ambience of the restaurant itself, the quality still wasn't up to match.



When we called for the bill, the manager came to ask how was our meal. He then acknowledged that my pita bread was really hard and apologised for that. Guess he went to poke it himself to find out.

After that, we adjourned to the Glass Bar for a round of drinks before we left for home. It was nice. Once again, the ambience and scenery made up for the pricey drinks.



So the verdict: For food, DON'T go to Altivo. For drinks (and fantastic ambience), you'll be blown away at Altivo.

I stayed over at Pear's place that night and on Saturday morning, I followed Pear to ACS where she taught tuition to her korean students. It was my first time meeting these 2 korean boys and I got to practice conversing in Korean for the first time since I got back.

While Pear taught, I did work - yes, I've got work to do over the weekend - WELCOME TO SINGAPORE.

After the tuition class, we met up with Ling for lunch and Tara joined us for some shopping and drinks later. I haven't seen them in ages so it was really good catching up with them. We had a good time, especially when we were trying to recall all our secondary school classmates. Our of the 39, we only managed to name about 25. How pathetic are we?

I spent the rest of my pay cheque today as well. While I was out shopping with Ling and Tara, I bought MY FIRST FCUK HANDBAG, and then when they left, Pear and I continued shopping. I bought a blue top and a plaited black skirt. And while walking past Nike, I spotted something that had 'Raine' printed all over it. MY LIME GREEN NIKE SHOES. Pear and I entered the shop and I came out with a new pair of shoes! I LOVE IT. Check it out!

It's Important To Save

Jesus and Satan were having an ongoing argument about who was better on his computer. They had been going at it for days, and God was tired of hearingall of the bickering. Finally God said, "Cool it. I am going to set up a test that will run two hours and I will judge who does the better job." So Satan and Jesus sat down at the keyboards and typed away.

They moused.
They did spreadsheets.
They wrote reports.
They sent faxes.
They sent e-mail.
They sent out e-mail with attachments.
They downloaded.
They did some genealogy reports.
They made cards.

They did every known job. But ten minutes before their time was up, lightening suddenly flashed across the sky, thunder rolled, the rain poured and, of course, the electricity went out. Satan stared at his blank screen and screamed every curse word known in the Underworld.

Jesus just sighed.

The electricity finally flickered back on, and each ofthem restarted their computers. Satan started searching, frantically, screaming "It's gone! It's all gone! I lost everything when the power went out!" Meanwhile, Jesus quietly started printing out all of his filesfrom the past two hours. Satan observed this andbecame irate. "Wait! He cheated! How did he do it?"

God shrugged and said, "Jesus saves."

I received this forwarded E today and I just felt like sharing it. Usually I read on and just delete them away, but this I think is worth the share...

10 years in 2 hours

Today, I met up with an old primary school classmate. It's been just less than 10 years since I've seen him and thank God for friendster, we recently started chatting again.

It's amazing how you find these friends that you'd think you've lost for life, but its even more amazing that after this 10 years, you still are able to strike up a conversation and keep it going till you reach home.

It baffles me, not because we managed to talk for 2 hours, but because we didn't give up on this lost contact.

Just the other day as well, this softball junior dropped me a message on friendster. It was nice to hear from an old friend (perhaps not as old as this primary school classmate of mine) and it brought a smile to my face.

Maybe today, I should send a short message to someone I haven't spoken to in AGES and see what happens...

Care to join me in this quest for a long lost friend?

Stiff...but all good

My neck is still a little stiff, but...

At least I can look down at my food, at least I can nodd or shake my head, at least I can turn to look at the person beside me without turning the whole body like a retard, at least I can walk down the stairs without worrying about tripping since I couldn't look down and at least I can now have a reasonably comfortable night sleep in any position I want (without turning my head too suddenly of course - I've learnt my lesson).

At least it's all good!