... do they?
I am now in Rome, Italy with Loon to try and experience the Christmas near the holy city of Vatican City.
It is quite an eye opener except that the streets are really quite dead and not very happening.
It is quite dangerous here because you have strange men looking into your eyes, fiercely or just lecherously and it is definitely not as safe as even Newcastle.
The internet cafes charge at exhorbitant prices and we have almost emptied our pockets trying to go online to settle academic stuff as well as confirm flights.
But Vatican City is a real eye opener for those who are planning on an Italy trip.
Will post pictures up when i reach france - meanwhile Rome has 1.5 days to impress us before we move onto Venice.
And not to mention, we had authentic Italian pastas and pizzas - albeit expensively - but the real thang! =)
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Thursday, December 14, 2006
The glass is half empty.
Heard of a saying 'The light ahead is that of an oncoming train in a tunnel?'
I find it really funny because when u realise there may be hope, you find more crap coming your way, where its like the train approaching you full-speed when you think its a light in darkness.
Sure, I used to think the glass is half full,
but now, no - its half empty, by any measures.
Maybe my pessimism comes with this cynical feeling that the days dont seem to come better.
How does one finish 4 essays (2 of 4000 words each, 1 of 1000 and 1 of 2500 words with complete referencing of minimum 15 books each), pack room and move out, travel in europe, study for spanish test?
Just when I thought i had finished one essay on identities and things would get smoother.
Bleah.
This is my room, with my little decorations to make it more warm and cosy.
Pretty right? It's these beautiful lights that cheer me up amidst dreary afternoons which become so dark, so soon.
Don't be fooled though, the only reason my room looks pretty ok is because its in the dark.
Here is the truth:
Yup, I know my room is a little too pinky but I seem to have taken a fancy to that colour since my room's paint is in sickly green. This is me - my mess. I think you can pretty much see I am not an organized person.
But I have my own order in the mess - luan(4) zhong(1) you(3) xu (4). That is probably why I can find my stuff in the disorder, cos I probably know which area I threw my stuff. =) Heh.
Anyway, here is the broader view of my humble room, which I really love. It's been with me throughout this whole Exchange trip.
My lovely room boasts of:
1. a comfortable bound-to-make-you-fall-asleep-once-you-are-on-it bed
(or maybe i am just perpetually sleepy)
2. a big workspace of three tables
3. a floor that is constantly missing because my books and notes are strewn all over the place and i cant seem to see the floor
4. my good old laptop with its itunes playing melodiously and lulling me to sleep
5. a bear i bought to accompany me (people do get very lonely sometimes, you know)
6. souvenirs i got from germany, austria, czech republic, paris, london, dublin, amsterdam, glasgow
7. many slippers and a pair of boots to keep the cold frosty winds away
8. lots of Coke (i am a coke freak; and i prefer my glass of coke with ice filled to the brim, thank you very much)
9. library books (gender, class, freud, urban sociology, spanish - its a mini library here)
10. my coats and layers of clothes that make me feel so fat and big
11. of course me, without whom there'd be no messy room in the first place. :)
Anyway, I was telling Loon how much I miss Singapore food - that which you can get 24/7, not like here where I have to bear with my own cooking when i get hungry at midnight
:(
And he agrees, cos Singapore is so convenient with lots of yummy delicious food.
And so I sent him this picture I drew of food we both liked.
And he started laughing.
I thought it was cos my food looks awful or the cockles ('ham' here) look weird.
But apparently, he had been reading too much of my Freud' s essay
and he says it somehow looks very wrong.
=(
See how too much Freud turns me into a repressed little monster?
I find it really funny because when u realise there may be hope, you find more crap coming your way, where its like the train approaching you full-speed when you think its a light in darkness.
Sure, I used to think the glass is half full,
but now, no - its half empty, by any measures.
Maybe my pessimism comes with this cynical feeling that the days dont seem to come better.
How does one finish 4 essays (2 of 4000 words each, 1 of 1000 and 1 of 2500 words with complete referencing of minimum 15 books each), pack room and move out, travel in europe, study for spanish test?
Just when I thought i had finished one essay on identities and things would get smoother.
Bleah.
This is my room, with my little decorations to make it more warm and cosy.
Pretty right? It's these beautiful lights that cheer me up amidst dreary afternoons which become so dark, so soon.
Don't be fooled though, the only reason my room looks pretty ok is because its in the dark.
Here is the truth:
Yup, I know my room is a little too pinky but I seem to have taken a fancy to that colour since my room's paint is in sickly green. This is me - my mess. I think you can pretty much see I am not an organized person.
But I have my own order in the mess - luan(4) zhong(1) you(3) xu (4). That is probably why I can find my stuff in the disorder, cos I probably know which area I threw my stuff. =) Heh.
Anyway, here is the broader view of my humble room, which I really love. It's been with me throughout this whole Exchange trip.
My lovely room boasts of:
1. a comfortable bound-to-make-you-fall-asleep-once-you-are-on-it bed
(or maybe i am just perpetually sleepy)
2. a big workspace of three tables
3. a floor that is constantly missing because my books and notes are strewn all over the place and i cant seem to see the floor
4. my good old laptop with its itunes playing melodiously and lulling me to sleep
5. a bear i bought to accompany me (people do get very lonely sometimes, you know)
6. souvenirs i got from germany, austria, czech republic, paris, london, dublin, amsterdam, glasgow
7. many slippers and a pair of boots to keep the cold frosty winds away
8. lots of Coke (i am a coke freak; and i prefer my glass of coke with ice filled to the brim, thank you very much)
9. library books (gender, class, freud, urban sociology, spanish - its a mini library here)
10. my coats and layers of clothes that make me feel so fat and big
11. of course me, without whom there'd be no messy room in the first place. :)
Anyway, I was telling Loon how much I miss Singapore food - that which you can get 24/7, not like here where I have to bear with my own cooking when i get hungry at midnight
:(
And he agrees, cos Singapore is so convenient with lots of yummy delicious food.
And so I sent him this picture I drew of food we both liked.
And he started laughing.
I thought it was cos my food looks awful or the cockles ('ham' here) look weird.
But apparently, he had been reading too much of my Freud' s essay
and he says it somehow looks very wrong.
=(
See how too much Freud turns me into a repressed little monster?
Too Fast, Too Furious.
Time flies too fast, too furious, faster than you can say 'Whaaaat?'
It's the end of term for me already, and for this week, I've attended almost all my last lectures and seminars,
notwithstanding the last Sociology of Identities lecture tomorrow, which is a module I truly adore because it gives me such a depth of understanding of myself, and possibly because there's Freud. Who could possibly hate Freud when his psychoanalytic theories are so captivating and intriguing?
Well, I guess I could possibly hate him now that I am doing a 2500 word essay on him and the pressure is on doing well because I really like this topic but I am bogged with issues like moving out, packing,other 4 essays and such.
It's mind boggling cos I've got Freud's theories on my mind all day long and I really spend every waking moment thinking about how to answer that essay with depth and in a highly stylistic way.
It's stressful and I can concur with Loon that I am a stressful and perfectionist freak.
:(
It's hard to think when the pressure is caving in... and its 100% assessed.
and the other day, I just fell asleep reading his theories when I woke up dreaming about triangles, shapes and strawberries.
I wonder what Freud would say to that.
That said, its the last Spanish lecture I had today and I took pictures with my friends.
It's such a whirlwind affair with the Spanish language that I cannot believe I have had attended a whole year course cramped into half a year and the irony is,
I can't remember much.
Estoy no feliz.
I am so going to miss Newcastle.
Someone tell me how to stop time from slipping away,
I need to learn.
It's the end of term for me already, and for this week, I've attended almost all my last lectures and seminars,
notwithstanding the last Sociology of Identities lecture tomorrow, which is a module I truly adore because it gives me such a depth of understanding of myself, and possibly because there's Freud. Who could possibly hate Freud when his psychoanalytic theories are so captivating and intriguing?
Well, I guess I could possibly hate him now that I am doing a 2500 word essay on him and the pressure is on doing well because I really like this topic but I am bogged with issues like moving out, packing,other 4 essays and such.
It's mind boggling cos I've got Freud's theories on my mind all day long and I really spend every waking moment thinking about how to answer that essay with depth and in a highly stylistic way.
It's stressful and I can concur with Loon that I am a stressful and perfectionist freak.
:(
It's hard to think when the pressure is caving in... and its 100% assessed.
and the other day, I just fell asleep reading his theories when I woke up dreaming about triangles, shapes and strawberries.
I wonder what Freud would say to that.
That said, its the last Spanish lecture I had today and I took pictures with my friends.
It's such a whirlwind affair with the Spanish language that I cannot believe I have had attended a whole year course cramped into half a year and the irony is,
I can't remember much.
Estoy no feliz.
I am so going to miss Newcastle.
Someone tell me how to stop time from slipping away,
I need to learn.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Going home.
I'm going home soon.
Ironically, that scares me quite abit.
Just when I finally settle down,
with my room routinely messed up and me forcing myself to be responsible by cleaning it up in the spurs of moment (read: very very good mood)
with my modules seemingly become easier and more understandable
with my Spanish getting slightly better (¿Hablas Español? Si, hablo un poquito Español y ¡ es bastante malo!)
with me being more and more familiar with the many routes I take to school, in particular the morning walks with the breeze in my hair which awakens sleepy moi,
with me being more and more in love with newcastle, a small but quaint and lively city.
And as I am now currently on exchange,
at this very moment I take my breath,
everything seems to be on a stand still.
Isabelle's clock seems to stop ticking.
She doesn't have to worry about tests, exams, grades (not so much anyway since it's S/U)
and she doesnt have to worry about when to graduate, or even to graduate at all
she doesnt have to worry about what she will be in the future
if she ever becomes somebody, at all
she doesnt have to worry about rushing here and there, to shuttle between giving tuition, working and being a student...
she doesnt have to have lack of sleep rushing projects
she doesnt have to start thinking.
or maybe, she still does.
Just not that much. For now.
Don't you love it when time seems to just stop for you, at this very moment?
Ironically, that scares me quite abit.
Just when I finally settle down,
with my room routinely messed up and me forcing myself to be responsible by cleaning it up in the spurs of moment (read: very very good mood)
with my modules seemingly become easier and more understandable
with my Spanish getting slightly better (¿Hablas Español? Si, hablo un poquito Español y ¡ es bastante malo!)
with me being more and more familiar with the many routes I take to school, in particular the morning walks with the breeze in my hair which awakens sleepy moi,
with me being more and more in love with newcastle, a small but quaint and lively city.
And as I am now currently on exchange,
at this very moment I take my breath,
everything seems to be on a stand still.
Isabelle's clock seems to stop ticking.
She doesn't have to worry about tests, exams, grades (not so much anyway since it's S/U)
and she doesnt have to worry about when to graduate, or even to graduate at all
she doesnt have to worry about what she will be in the future
if she ever becomes somebody, at all
she doesnt have to worry about rushing here and there, to shuttle between giving tuition, working and being a student...
she doesnt have to have lack of sleep rushing projects
she doesnt have to start thinking.
or maybe, she still does.
Just not that much. For now.
Don't you love it when time seems to just stop for you, at this very moment?
Saturday, December 02, 2006
A little time to stop.
Was on a rush to my last Soci of Identities seminar;
ironically, it was my first seminar as I had missed previous ones and there are relatively few seminars in the department
After munching a home made toasted sandwich with melted cheese and prawns with honey mustard and gulping down a glass of milk for my breakfast/lunch...
(note: i dont eat breakfast usually, but i was so hungry after last nite's work of poring through an academically written book on Making the Unborn Patient about fetal surgery for many hours until 5am)
i was in a hurry to go to the Bedson Building for my seminar when I saw a familiar person with a walking stick trying to find her way
It was someone who had always been seen on campus, with that familiar thud of walking stick
Many walked past her, including me
I knew I was gonna be late and it was not nice to be late for the first and last semester
and I was very unfamiliar with the directions.
but I had to stop immediately in my tracks because he/she was knocking into the parked cars at Ricky Road where I live
Never having helped anyone who was visually handicapped before
it honestly took a lot of courage to extend my help because I really didnt know what to do.
There were so many times I wanted to help
but I just didnt know how to and often wondered if my help was more trouble
But today, I made a little time to stop
and extended my arm for the person to hold my hand
I could not tell his/her gender, for the person had short cropped hair, dressed quite androgynously and had quite a feminine voice
but i know i had a nice time leading the person with my arm
The person wanted to go to Winsor Terrace but to not trouble me,
suggested that I led him/her to the Medical School instead where he/she would make his way along to Winsor Terrace
Since it was on my way, and I was not going to be very late,
I decided to lead him/her across the road and asked a mother with a child if she could assist the person as it was a little far off and I was not sure where Winsor Terrace was.
And the kind mother was a very helpful, and I am thankful for that.
The person is a third year History undergrad at Newcastle Uni and aims to do a Masters in History of medicine - we just chatted along and despite looks, it just became so natural leading him/her that it was like being with a new friend.
Everytime we went down a slope or were about to be very near some sharp shrubs,
I almost forget to let him/her know because
it had become second nature to me
because I can see
and it was just so natural for me to slow down in case of slopes, avoid the lane with the thorny shrubs or just skip away when there is a puddle of water
but I had taken for granted what I have
that I was reminded of my gift of sight when I reminded the person that we were going to go down a slope/in the direction of shrubs.
Sometimes, all it takes is a little time to stop
to be reminded of how lucky I am.
ironically, it was my first seminar as I had missed previous ones and there are relatively few seminars in the department
After munching a home made toasted sandwich with melted cheese and prawns with honey mustard and gulping down a glass of milk for my breakfast/lunch...
(note: i dont eat breakfast usually, but i was so hungry after last nite's work of poring through an academically written book on Making the Unborn Patient about fetal surgery for many hours until 5am)
i was in a hurry to go to the Bedson Building for my seminar when I saw a familiar person with a walking stick trying to find her way
It was someone who had always been seen on campus, with that familiar thud of walking stick
Many walked past her, including me
I knew I was gonna be late and it was not nice to be late for the first and last semester
and I was very unfamiliar with the directions.
but I had to stop immediately in my tracks because he/she was knocking into the parked cars at Ricky Road where I live
Never having helped anyone who was visually handicapped before
it honestly took a lot of courage to extend my help because I really didnt know what to do.
There were so many times I wanted to help
but I just didnt know how to and often wondered if my help was more trouble
But today, I made a little time to stop
and extended my arm for the person to hold my hand
I could not tell his/her gender, for the person had short cropped hair, dressed quite androgynously and had quite a feminine voice
but i know i had a nice time leading the person with my arm
The person wanted to go to Winsor Terrace but to not trouble me,
suggested that I led him/her to the Medical School instead where he/she would make his way along to Winsor Terrace
Since it was on my way, and I was not going to be very late,
I decided to lead him/her across the road and asked a mother with a child if she could assist the person as it was a little far off and I was not sure where Winsor Terrace was.
And the kind mother was a very helpful, and I am thankful for that.
The person is a third year History undergrad at Newcastle Uni and aims to do a Masters in History of medicine - we just chatted along and despite looks, it just became so natural leading him/her that it was like being with a new friend.
Everytime we went down a slope or were about to be very near some sharp shrubs,
I almost forget to let him/her know because
it had become second nature to me
because I can see
and it was just so natural for me to slow down in case of slopes, avoid the lane with the thorny shrubs or just skip away when there is a puddle of water
but I had taken for granted what I have
that I was reminded of my gift of sight when I reminded the person that we were going to go down a slope/in the direction of shrubs.
Sometimes, all it takes is a little time to stop
to be reminded of how lucky I am.
Saturday, November 25, 2006
To be or not to be?
Did some real thinking today after watching 15
and i really realised that I have to get down to thinking
about what i was gonna do after i graduated
i wanted to be teacher
partly cos i really like teaching
but mostly because i really feel the need to connect to youngsters
that was the reason why i chose to take up the teaching award
but part of me gave it up cos
i was not sure i was going to stay in singapore then
as i was in a previous long term relationship
where he was not gonna stay in singapore
maybe i thought too far, too ahead
and partly cos i was really interested to take up a job in the corporate world or in
events management
to discover what i was really supposed to be good for
i wanted to graduate first and just find myself
but after i gave up the teaching award
i stopped myself from thinking about it
cos it made me guilty that i chose to give it up
i watched roystan tan's 15 just now
and it brought up waves of feelings in me
that i knew
deep down
i really really still want to be a counsellor
to the young people
in neighbourhood schools
i dont look down on them
in fact, i sort of grew up with them
when i was in a supposedly prestigious secondary school
where my fellow school mates were seemingly pursuing these academic goals
but i felt like there was something more to life
and so,
in the arcades
me and my besties from rv
just hung around
i observed the lives of the people who came from the neighbourhood schools
their lives were more than just doing well
they had real worries,
maybe they just didnt do well in school
but they were human
they were real.
maybe i was just biased against ppl in my school
but i felt they could never understand how the neighbourhood kids felt
neither could i
i could never
but i wanted to.
and now as i grow up
and look fondly back at the times
where we would just sit and chat
and look at some of them smoke
drink
and possibly live their lives 'decadently' as people would seem to feel
i wish i could talk to them
and now,
i feel that calling again
getting stronger and deeper
that i really really want to do social work
or even teach them
i dont want to teach in a prestigious good school
cos i know i have nothing to offer them
they are bright kids
but i know i want to share
i want to listen to the kids who feel noone cares
i want to feel
i want to help
i want them to know people do care.
the cases of people i have seen
cutting themselves
hurting themselves
being in crowds but still being alone
crying out but noone hears
make me feel very sad.
i know people think that i cant do anything much
maybe people will laugh at my dreams
but i so believe in the starfish story
i cant save all the starfish on the beach
but if i pick them one by one,
at least one will be saved.
and similarly for the kids
i dont expect me to dramatically change their lives
but i just have this yearning to be there.
i really hope that someday,
i will know if i should pursue this calling.
and i really realised that I have to get down to thinking
about what i was gonna do after i graduated
i wanted to be teacher
partly cos i really like teaching
but mostly because i really feel the need to connect to youngsters
that was the reason why i chose to take up the teaching award
but part of me gave it up cos
i was not sure i was going to stay in singapore then
as i was in a previous long term relationship
where he was not gonna stay in singapore
maybe i thought too far, too ahead
and partly cos i was really interested to take up a job in the corporate world or in
events management
to discover what i was really supposed to be good for
i wanted to graduate first and just find myself
but after i gave up the teaching award
i stopped myself from thinking about it
cos it made me guilty that i chose to give it up
i watched roystan tan's 15 just now
and it brought up waves of feelings in me
that i knew
deep down
i really really still want to be a counsellor
to the young people
in neighbourhood schools
i dont look down on them
in fact, i sort of grew up with them
when i was in a supposedly prestigious secondary school
where my fellow school mates were seemingly pursuing these academic goals
but i felt like there was something more to life
and so,
in the arcades
me and my besties from rv
just hung around
i observed the lives of the people who came from the neighbourhood schools
their lives were more than just doing well
they had real worries,
maybe they just didnt do well in school
but they were human
they were real.
maybe i was just biased against ppl in my school
but i felt they could never understand how the neighbourhood kids felt
neither could i
i could never
but i wanted to.
and now as i grow up
and look fondly back at the times
where we would just sit and chat
and look at some of them smoke
drink
and possibly live their lives 'decadently' as people would seem to feel
i wish i could talk to them
and now,
i feel that calling again
getting stronger and deeper
that i really really want to do social work
or even teach them
i dont want to teach in a prestigious good school
cos i know i have nothing to offer them
they are bright kids
but i know i want to share
i want to listen to the kids who feel noone cares
i want to feel
i want to help
i want them to know people do care.
the cases of people i have seen
cutting themselves
hurting themselves
being in crowds but still being alone
crying out but noone hears
make me feel very sad.
i know people think that i cant do anything much
maybe people will laugh at my dreams
but i so believe in the starfish story
i cant save all the starfish on the beach
but if i pick them one by one,
at least one will be saved.
and similarly for the kids
i dont expect me to dramatically change their lives
but i just have this yearning to be there.
i really hope that someday,
i will know if i should pursue this calling.
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Cursed.
Oh yes I am.
Cursed.
Utterly.
Totally.
I just have no luck with handing in essays on time in Newcastle.
For two consecutive times,
when I have to turn in 3000 word essays to the Sociology department here
which is about 15 mins walk away from my place
at 12pm promptly,
I always fail to make it miserably.
And thats when I have already spent a whole night toiling away and finished it abt 2 hours before the deadline.
I know, I am supposed to have prepared and done it like days before
but honestly, I dont work that way and I have so much more inspiration when I work hours before deadline.
I know, i know
i'm just plain weird.
Or maybe its just plain procrastination.
But anyway,
the first time when I went to hand in my Gene Wars essay,
I was happily proud that I was gonna be early as I went out at 11pm to print.
I went to the nearest computer cluster in my faculty and
wham!
it was closed.
And being a fresh freshie here,
I was not acquainted with other departments or faculties
but I had to scramble to other faculties
like the dreary and crreeeppy looking Engineering and Maths and Stats dept
which claimed to have computer clusters on third floor
but actually inside looked like hospital wards or psychological patients' wards
for reasons obvious,
i dont like hospitals and i hate being stuck in a foreign old dodgy and creepy place alone
in corridors and staircases i suspect there was not a single soul
and a very smart aleck me tried to be gungho and explore the place
in my desperation to hand in the brainchild of mine
grrrrr i was lost.
okay, im not known to have the best direction sense.
sigh.
and the sign stated that the com cluster was on 3rd floor
but i forgot that here in UK,
the first floor referred to 2nd floor actually for those of us who come from Singapore
simply because our first floor is their ground floor.
confused?
me too.
go figure.
sigh.
anyway
i climbed so many creepy squeaky stairs and went to wrong floors
only to have found the correct place
printed my essay
and was late for one hour.
i was so irritated because i was theoretically early until my brilliant sense of direction decided to fail me.
and so, when i had a paper to submit this morning,
i made it a point to let it not happen.
And yes, after hours of working at my paper on Sociology of work about
how understanding social divisions is vital to understanding work and how it is experienced,
i was slightly late because i overslept cos it had been a hell week
but i still rushed to the com lab that i was sure was confirmed to be free and not closed
and ta-da!
i was so proud to print my essay
and it hit me then
that i had ran out of credits
now, here they dont practise the normal standard of cash card
u are given 10 pounds to print .. and 10 pounds allowance of over draft..
after much printing in the past 2 months
i have used up i think 23.40 pounds of credit
that means i have limited my 10 pounds over draft right?
and yes, it is freaking expensive
almost 70 Sing dollars to print readings
so for those who are so lucky to be able to print notes so cheaply and without any hassle in Singapore,
pls kiss or hug your notes or something :(
back to my story,
i couldnt print anything and i was freaking out
as this essay was 50% of my term grade
and i was late late late..
it was like 12.25pm
and i tried topping up 5 pounds online
but to no avail
the printer kept gaving me blank stuff
i realised i was so clever as to not realise i had to top up for my overdraft limit!
and meanwhile before i figured that out,
i asked this british guy beside me if he could help me print and i'd pay him back
he looked kinda lost,
and when i sent my work to him THREE times via THREE emails
somehow they just didnt get thru
and he was just clueless.
sigh.
when the day gets bad,
it gets really bad
but after i topped up another 15 pounds,
8 pages of my hard work was printed.
*sweat*
and i was already 50 minutes late when i reached the department.
yes, they are that particular about deadlines
and the clerk told me curtly that the lecturer can refuse to mark my paper since it is late
whaa---aaat?
i was not gonna take that cos honestly i dont think i deserve it.
and so i went to the lecturer's office
and explained to her my condition
and she was sooooooo nice about it.
and i explained to her about my essay which went over the limit.
yeah, what's new?
sometimes i think i write too much nonsense
but i really cant keep to the limit.
bad habit i know but it is just my drive to just keep writing and present the best.
im mad.
=)
anyway the clerk was so shocked to see me when she took my paper into my lecturer's office.
haha. i felt a lil embarrassed too, cos it felt like a little weird. but i was not like pleading with her to not penalise me for the lateness, but i went to explain in the hope that she would mark my work. i am okay with being penalised, because i was late.
but i wanted my work marked.
haha, i think its my sense of pride in my work.
crazy right? shld have taken opportunity to ask her not to penalise,
but oh well, i know i am not in the position to do that, and it was not really my interest to do that.
anyway, im glad i took time to explain to her.
she surprised me with a good news that
the Erasmus (european union) exchange coordinator decided that:
exchange students are exempted from exams this time
and only have to do a max of 4000 word essays!
sounds too good to be true right?
Means for my module, Soci of identities, i only have one essay to hand in instead of an addition of 1 written exam.
And yes, the pressure is there cos it means that the essay is 100% of my grade for that module
but i dont really mind cos its on my favourite topic...
FREUD!
i can go on and on about him. i love that man. =)
and for my other module, soci of work, which i painstakingly wrote 3500 words instead of 2500-3000 words,
its actually 2 essays both 50% and each 2500-3000 words
now for us, its cut to only 3000 words (1st essay as we had already handed in when she told us this morning in the email by the erasmus coordinator) and the next essay is 1000 word.
hurray right?
but no, i think im in trouble
1000 words is probably gonna be like my intro and conclusion combined.
sigh.
where got enough space for me to write everything?
so much for being long-winded.
O.o
anyway,
its still a good twist to a sucky day.
i just wrote an email to confirm that this lucky news applies
to not just erasmus student, but normal exchange students too.
*hopes hard*
cos this means that january,
i wont have exams to worry about and can take days off to travel in uk
before i go back to Singapore.
=)
going glasgow this weekend!
will update about amsterdam.
=)
Cursed.
Utterly.
Totally.
I just have no luck with handing in essays on time in Newcastle.
For two consecutive times,
when I have to turn in 3000 word essays to the Sociology department here
which is about 15 mins walk away from my place
at 12pm promptly,
I always fail to make it miserably.
And thats when I have already spent a whole night toiling away and finished it abt 2 hours before the deadline.
I know, I am supposed to have prepared and done it like days before
but honestly, I dont work that way and I have so much more inspiration when I work hours before deadline.
I know, i know
i'm just plain weird.
Or maybe its just plain procrastination.
But anyway,
the first time when I went to hand in my Gene Wars essay,
I was happily proud that I was gonna be early as I went out at 11pm to print.
I went to the nearest computer cluster in my faculty and
wham!
it was closed.
And being a fresh freshie here,
I was not acquainted with other departments or faculties
but I had to scramble to other faculties
like the dreary and crreeeppy looking Engineering and Maths and Stats dept
which claimed to have computer clusters on third floor
but actually inside looked like hospital wards or psychological patients' wards
for reasons obvious,
i dont like hospitals and i hate being stuck in a foreign old dodgy and creepy place alone
in corridors and staircases i suspect there was not a single soul
and a very smart aleck me tried to be gungho and explore the place
in my desperation to hand in the brainchild of mine
grrrrr i was lost.
okay, im not known to have the best direction sense.
sigh.
and the sign stated that the com cluster was on 3rd floor
but i forgot that here in UK,
the first floor referred to 2nd floor actually for those of us who come from Singapore
simply because our first floor is their ground floor.
confused?
me too.
go figure.
sigh.
anyway
i climbed so many creepy squeaky stairs and went to wrong floors
only to have found the correct place
printed my essay
and was late for one hour.
i was so irritated because i was theoretically early until my brilliant sense of direction decided to fail me.
and so, when i had a paper to submit this morning,
i made it a point to let it not happen.
And yes, after hours of working at my paper on Sociology of work about
how understanding social divisions is vital to understanding work and how it is experienced,
i was slightly late because i overslept cos it had been a hell week
but i still rushed to the com lab that i was sure was confirmed to be free and not closed
and ta-da!
i was so proud to print my essay
and it hit me then
that i had ran out of credits
now, here they dont practise the normal standard of cash card
u are given 10 pounds to print .. and 10 pounds allowance of over draft..
after much printing in the past 2 months
i have used up i think 23.40 pounds of credit
that means i have limited my 10 pounds over draft right?
and yes, it is freaking expensive
almost 70 Sing dollars to print readings
so for those who are so lucky to be able to print notes so cheaply and without any hassle in Singapore,
pls kiss or hug your notes or something :(
back to my story,
i couldnt print anything and i was freaking out
as this essay was 50% of my term grade
and i was late late late..
it was like 12.25pm
and i tried topping up 5 pounds online
but to no avail
the printer kept gaving me blank stuff
i realised i was so clever as to not realise i had to top up for my overdraft limit!
and meanwhile before i figured that out,
i asked this british guy beside me if he could help me print and i'd pay him back
he looked kinda lost,
and when i sent my work to him THREE times via THREE emails
somehow they just didnt get thru
and he was just clueless.
sigh.
when the day gets bad,
it gets really bad
but after i topped up another 15 pounds,
8 pages of my hard work was printed.
*sweat*
and i was already 50 minutes late when i reached the department.
yes, they are that particular about deadlines
and the clerk told me curtly that the lecturer can refuse to mark my paper since it is late
whaa---aaat?
i was not gonna take that cos honestly i dont think i deserve it.
and so i went to the lecturer's office
and explained to her my condition
and she was sooooooo nice about it.
and i explained to her about my essay which went over the limit.
yeah, what's new?
sometimes i think i write too much nonsense
but i really cant keep to the limit.
bad habit i know but it is just my drive to just keep writing and present the best.
im mad.
=)
anyway the clerk was so shocked to see me when she took my paper into my lecturer's office.
haha. i felt a lil embarrassed too, cos it felt like a little weird. but i was not like pleading with her to not penalise me for the lateness, but i went to explain in the hope that she would mark my work. i am okay with being penalised, because i was late.
but i wanted my work marked.
haha, i think its my sense of pride in my work.
crazy right? shld have taken opportunity to ask her not to penalise,
but oh well, i know i am not in the position to do that, and it was not really my interest to do that.
anyway, im glad i took time to explain to her.
she surprised me with a good news that
the Erasmus (european union) exchange coordinator decided that:
exchange students are exempted from exams this time
and only have to do a max of 4000 word essays!
sounds too good to be true right?
Means for my module, Soci of identities, i only have one essay to hand in instead of an addition of 1 written exam.
And yes, the pressure is there cos it means that the essay is 100% of my grade for that module
but i dont really mind cos its on my favourite topic...
FREUD!
i can go on and on about him. i love that man. =)
and for my other module, soci of work, which i painstakingly wrote 3500 words instead of 2500-3000 words,
its actually 2 essays both 50% and each 2500-3000 words
now for us, its cut to only 3000 words (1st essay as we had already handed in when she told us this morning in the email by the erasmus coordinator) and the next essay is 1000 word.
hurray right?
but no, i think im in trouble
1000 words is probably gonna be like my intro and conclusion combined.
sigh.
where got enough space for me to write everything?
so much for being long-winded.
O.o
anyway,
its still a good twist to a sucky day.
i just wrote an email to confirm that this lucky news applies
to not just erasmus student, but normal exchange students too.
*hopes hard*
cos this means that january,
i wont have exams to worry about and can take days off to travel in uk
before i go back to Singapore.
=)
going glasgow this weekend!
will update about amsterdam.
=)
Saturday, November 18, 2006
oh yups, if u guys wanna read more about our europe trip we had before going to newcastle, drop by www.escababes.blogspot.com
im supposed to be the next to update it - its long over due :)
drop me a tag there if u have read it
and enjoy the galore of pics.
europe is really a beauty.
oh no, loon is gonna say im eurocentric again haha
:D
im supposed to be the next to update it - its long over due :)
drop me a tag there if u have read it
and enjoy the galore of pics.
europe is really a beauty.
oh no, loon is gonna say im eurocentric again haha
:D
Eiffel Tower, revisited.
Here's a very long overdue video posting of the Eiffel Tower,
which I went to with Loon last month.
The video really doesn't do justice to the true beauty of the Eiffel Tower.
As cliched as it sounds, it is REALLY a very romantic place
but not just for lovers to meet underneath the towering guiding light
but for families and the children to gasp in delight
for friends who enjoy each other's company
or even for the individual whose soul needs some comfort and solace.
It is really a pretty sight.
Sigh. So nice =)
And last week, I went down to London with Loon to catch Shakespeare's Globe Theatre, Big Ben, London Eye and his love of his life - Arsenal's Emirates Stadium.
With the look on his face when he saw that huge huge globe sized stadium,
I can't help but feel in awe of the power of football teams.
Sadly, we were standing right outside the stadium, with no tickets and it was a big match (Arsenal vs Liverpool) and as much as we tried looking disappointed,
no touters came to look for us.
Could it be that there were so many policemen around?
I wonder WHY. ;)
And that very night Arsenal won 3-0.
Haha, imagine Loon's face.
O.o
Alright before I continue blabbering,
here is the video of Big Ben and a far far away London Eye.
Apologies for the quality - it was so cold by the river bank and my hands were shaking.
But no complaints ok, it comes fully equipped with the chiming of the Ben Ben at 9pm.
=D
We went to the London Eye but I guess all that excitement was pretty shortlived. It is pretty and u get to see a bird eye's view of London's night landscape.
But it is just very much like that.
=(
Maybe I expected too much.
Plus I have acrophobia in that London Observatory but honestly, you can hardly realise you are spinning up there cos its so-ooooo slow. But when I looked down, it was scary.
Scaredy cat me.
Its 3:15am now and another weekend...
I just finished my Spanish homework and i swear it kills me every time i do my deberes (homework) because there is just so much and I can never seem to finish it.
But the huge sense of achievement once I have completed it way before class on Monday and before I travel feels damn good.
Roars. =)
In 2 hours, I am off to Amsterdam, Netherlands, the city of vices and sins.
We have this crazy thing to travel every weekend while I still have this teeny weeny bit of time left in Europe until 2 months later
and we are going on real budget trips.
Like a ticket to London (bus) cost 6 pounds? Thats real value for money :)
And I am so glad cos I am going to watch Phantom of Opera in London, Her Majesty's Theatre!
Yes I do know that they are coming to Singapore but what is watching a play without watching it in England man? =D
I am sooo looking forward to it!
And I just watched Romeo and Juliet by the Royal Shakespeare Company and they were really good. I will blog about it once I am back from Amsterdams.
I am really glad about these weekend trips (though they are short and very budgeted) because it takes away the blah and dreariness of my weekedays in uni :( School is tougher here - believe it or not? I have never done so much work in NUS (homework) as compared to Newcastle and its really ironic, cos my engine exchange friends here say they have a better slacker life in Newcastle. Sounds weird but oh well, I can't complain much.
It's the mid terms now.. and very soon it will be
Goodbye Newcastle,
Hello sunny Singapore.
So carpe diem, I shall.
=)
Here's to many more travelling, plays and cheap beer! ;)
Here's a very long overdue video posting of the Eiffel Tower,
which I went to with Loon last month.
The video really doesn't do justice to the true beauty of the Eiffel Tower.
As cliched as it sounds, it is REALLY a very romantic place
but not just for lovers to meet underneath the towering guiding light
but for families and the children to gasp in delight
for friends who enjoy each other's company
or even for the individual whose soul needs some comfort and solace.
It is really a pretty sight.
Sigh. So nice =)
And last week, I went down to London with Loon to catch Shakespeare's Globe Theatre, Big Ben, London Eye and his love of his life - Arsenal's Emirates Stadium.
With the look on his face when he saw that huge huge globe sized stadium,
I can't help but feel in awe of the power of football teams.
Sadly, we were standing right outside the stadium, with no tickets and it was a big match (Arsenal vs Liverpool) and as much as we tried looking disappointed,
no touters came to look for us.
Could it be that there were so many policemen around?
I wonder WHY. ;)
And that very night Arsenal won 3-0.
Haha, imagine Loon's face.
O.o
Alright before I continue blabbering,
here is the video of Big Ben and a far far away London Eye.
Apologies for the quality - it was so cold by the river bank and my hands were shaking.
But no complaints ok, it comes fully equipped with the chiming of the Ben Ben at 9pm.
=D
We went to the London Eye but I guess all that excitement was pretty shortlived. It is pretty and u get to see a bird eye's view of London's night landscape.
But it is just very much like that.
=(
Maybe I expected too much.
Plus I have acrophobia in that London Observatory but honestly, you can hardly realise you are spinning up there cos its so-ooooo slow. But when I looked down, it was scary.
Scaredy cat me.
Its 3:15am now and another weekend...
I just finished my Spanish homework and i swear it kills me every time i do my deberes (homework) because there is just so much and I can never seem to finish it.
But the huge sense of achievement once I have completed it way before class on Monday and before I travel feels damn good.
Roars. =)
In 2 hours, I am off to Amsterdam, Netherlands, the city of vices and sins.
We have this crazy thing to travel every weekend while I still have this teeny weeny bit of time left in Europe until 2 months later
and we are going on real budget trips.
Like a ticket to London (bus) cost 6 pounds? Thats real value for money :)
And I am so glad cos I am going to watch Phantom of Opera in London, Her Majesty's Theatre!
Yes I do know that they are coming to Singapore but what is watching a play without watching it in England man? =D
I am sooo looking forward to it!
And I just watched Romeo and Juliet by the Royal Shakespeare Company and they were really good. I will blog about it once I am back from Amsterdams.
I am really glad about these weekend trips (though they are short and very budgeted) because it takes away the blah and dreariness of my weekedays in uni :( School is tougher here - believe it or not? I have never done so much work in NUS (homework) as compared to Newcastle and its really ironic, cos my engine exchange friends here say they have a better slacker life in Newcastle. Sounds weird but oh well, I can't complain much.
It's the mid terms now.. and very soon it will be
Goodbye Newcastle,
Hello sunny Singapore.
So carpe diem, I shall.
=)
Here's to many more travelling, plays and cheap beer! ;)
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
While walking back home alone,
along this quiet but peaceful road just moments ago
as my singapore exchange students are at amsterdam at the very moment,
near the leazes park in my estate
i began to wonder and marvel at the amazing world we have
at the very moment i was enjoying the slight breeze and chilly winds
with my hands safely snug in my pocket
and my hair blowing softly
at one part of the world when its only 720pm here in newcastle...
the other parts of the world is probably asleep
like in singapore at 3.20am at this very moment
where my mum would be fast asleep
my nephew would be sleeping peacefully like a baby
there may be people mugging in the quiet stillness of the night in nus lt 11
people finding their way to fong seng to grab a prata or two for an energy booster
some rushing to finish up their revision
a few watching youtube.com for a break they needed
others collapse in tiredness
and perhaps in australia where
my dearest ming would have to wake up in a few hours time
and face another new bright day
when i was just slowly taking my walk down the lane
enjoying the scenery
taking in the sights of the neighbourhood in newcastle
looking at old and young couples in leazes park holding hands
what an amazing beautiful world.
at each opposite end of the world,
things are always happening =)
i smile to passers-by whom i rub shoulders with
they smile to me back.
the day is about to break there,
the sun has set here.
the beauty of life.
what a wonderful world =)
i love these quiet solo walks home, i do.
makes me appreciate Life
and be thankful to be able to see everything so beautifully. =)
along this quiet but peaceful road just moments ago
as my singapore exchange students are at amsterdam at the very moment,
near the leazes park in my estate
i began to wonder and marvel at the amazing world we have
at the very moment i was enjoying the slight breeze and chilly winds
with my hands safely snug in my pocket
and my hair blowing softly
at one part of the world when its only 720pm here in newcastle...
the other parts of the world is probably asleep
like in singapore at 3.20am at this very moment
where my mum would be fast asleep
my nephew would be sleeping peacefully like a baby
there may be people mugging in the quiet stillness of the night in nus lt 11
people finding their way to fong seng to grab a prata or two for an energy booster
some rushing to finish up their revision
a few watching youtube.com for a break they needed
others collapse in tiredness
and perhaps in australia where
my dearest ming would have to wake up in a few hours time
and face another new bright day
when i was just slowly taking my walk down the lane
enjoying the scenery
taking in the sights of the neighbourhood in newcastle
looking at old and young couples in leazes park holding hands
what an amazing beautiful world.
at each opposite end of the world,
things are always happening =)
i smile to passers-by whom i rub shoulders with
they smile to me back.
the day is about to break there,
the sun has set here.
the beauty of life.
what a wonderful world =)
i love these quiet solo walks home, i do.
makes me appreciate Life
and be thankful to be able to see everything so beautifully. =)
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
You know, I was looking out of my room's window
and began to let my thoughts ramble.
I miss home so much.
And I thought I'd not be the one to do that.
I always pride myself on being very happy about venturing out on my own
Sure, I am this time
I have seen so many sights on this trip to Europe
and I guess it has made me tougher in so many ways.
For one, I cant be afraid of the dark anymore - i live in a hostel where my roomies come back really late
But this SEP has started me thinking on even the smallest and most precious things I have back home.
Like for example, the most simplest thing like opening my eyes in the morning and being able to see my mum, my little precious nephews and niece
and maybe the most quarrelsome sister
but it is home afterall.
My home.
The weather here is so bleak and cold that when I am in my room, I do a lot of thinking.
Well, I think, therefore I am, isn't it?
I am very thankful to be alive up to this very moment
to able to feel the rain drops descending
to hear the chuckles of people when they play with sprinklers
to listen to songs that evoke so many fond memories
We have all come a long way, havent we?
Sometimes I really dont understand why I do what I do...
It's only human, isn't it?
Maybe because it hasnt snowed yet,
that's why I am feeling a little moody..
=)
and began to let my thoughts ramble.
I miss home so much.
And I thought I'd not be the one to do that.
I always pride myself on being very happy about venturing out on my own
Sure, I am this time
I have seen so many sights on this trip to Europe
and I guess it has made me tougher in so many ways.
For one, I cant be afraid of the dark anymore - i live in a hostel where my roomies come back really late
But this SEP has started me thinking on even the smallest and most precious things I have back home.
Like for example, the most simplest thing like opening my eyes in the morning and being able to see my mum, my little precious nephews and niece
and maybe the most quarrelsome sister
but it is home afterall.
My home.
The weather here is so bleak and cold that when I am in my room, I do a lot of thinking.
Well, I think, therefore I am, isn't it?
I am very thankful to be alive up to this very moment
to able to feel the rain drops descending
to hear the chuckles of people when they play with sprinklers
to listen to songs that evoke so many fond memories
We have all come a long way, havent we?
Sometimes I really dont understand why I do what I do...
It's only human, isn't it?
Maybe because it hasnt snowed yet,
that's why I am feeling a little moody..
=)
Monday, November 06, 2006
I miss home.
I miss bedok's ba chor mee,
fong seng's seafood maggi,
pasir panjang's sea food,
holland v's zhi char,
sakae sushi's buffet,
thai express' tomyam noodle soup,
arts' canteen's japanese food, fish meat noodle soup, western food
and most of all,
i miss home cooked food.
i miss everyone at home.
the weather's so bleak and gloomy,
not to mention cold.
its so cold that my nose, my fingers and face
are so frozen
my face feels like its gonna crack anytime
and its crazily ranging from -4 degrees to 5 degrees
and not even winter yet i think
if i had a tail, it would have fallen off.
=(
the autumn leaves are hanging loosely on the branches
slowly making its way to the ground
to be trodden hard upon
marked onto the concrete floor
i dreamt of u that night kor
it felt so real
u were talking to me in the bathroom
and when i woke up
it felt like u were right beside me
makes me miss u even more.
today i saw the fireworks
its the bonfire night to commemorate some Guy Fawkes night to
celebrate the failure of the Gunpowder plot to blow up the House of
Parliament in Westminister
it was so peacefully beautiful,
because everyone was so excited like little children
playing with fireworks
and having them soar in the sky
i remember the beautiful fireworks we saw with u, kor,
the last one with u,
the opening of the esplanade
so beautiful
so long ago
so soon that u are gone
too fast
beautiful things dont last too long, do they?
i saw sparklers too
and i remembered u kor..
i always had a fear of fire
and u assured me to hold that sparkler when i was so young
and i held it in glee
and in fear
but u made me feel safe.
thanks kor for always making me feel brave.
the singapore society ppl tried handing me some sparklers and fireworks
but i never took them
because the sparklers and fireworks can never be beautiful anymore now that u are gone...
I miss bedok's ba chor mee,
fong seng's seafood maggi,
pasir panjang's sea food,
holland v's zhi char,
sakae sushi's buffet,
thai express' tomyam noodle soup,
arts' canteen's japanese food, fish meat noodle soup, western food
and most of all,
i miss home cooked food.
i miss everyone at home.
the weather's so bleak and gloomy,
not to mention cold.
its so cold that my nose, my fingers and face
are so frozen
my face feels like its gonna crack anytime
and its crazily ranging from -4 degrees to 5 degrees
and not even winter yet i think
if i had a tail, it would have fallen off.
=(
the autumn leaves are hanging loosely on the branches
slowly making its way to the ground
to be trodden hard upon
marked onto the concrete floor
i dreamt of u that night kor
it felt so real
u were talking to me in the bathroom
and when i woke up
it felt like u were right beside me
makes me miss u even more.
today i saw the fireworks
its the bonfire night to commemorate some Guy Fawkes night to
celebrate the failure of the Gunpowder plot to blow up the House of
Parliament in Westminister
it was so peacefully beautiful,
because everyone was so excited like little children
playing with fireworks
and having them soar in the sky
i remember the beautiful fireworks we saw with u, kor,
the last one with u,
the opening of the esplanade
so beautiful
so long ago
so soon that u are gone
too fast
beautiful things dont last too long, do they?
i saw sparklers too
and i remembered u kor..
i always had a fear of fire
and u assured me to hold that sparkler when i was so young
and i held it in glee
and in fear
but u made me feel safe.
thanks kor for always making me feel brave.
the singapore society ppl tried handing me some sparklers and fireworks
but i never took them
because the sparklers and fireworks can never be beautiful anymore now that u are gone...
Monday, October 09, 2006
Charming Paris II
Following the entry below where me, Loon and Shian went to have very good seafood at Wepler (Paris), this time on my last night in Paris which was yesterday, me and Loon decided to be crazy and go there to order the seafood platter for two (Plateau Wepler for Two) which cost 99 Euros. This was because I was going to leave for Newcastle and two of us would never grow sick of seafood =) Always an excuse to indulge and grow fat, isnt it? =)
Before our food came, we noticed this adorable little French baby with his mum and grandmum and he was crawling all over the seat beside me. Looks so cute you'd wanna bring him home. And his family was really kind enough to let me hold him and play with him. Undaunted by strangers, the innocent big round eyes are definitely the assets to melt any lady's heart. His mum and grandma even let me take pictures and videos with him and were really nice and friendly.
They even teased and joked that I could be the new mum and perhaps, Loon could be the dad. Me and loon couldnt help laughing.
Really nice and warm people. His little fingers were nice to touch and he was so huggable :) Made me melt.
We were quite distracted by the sweet baby but we didnt forget our dinner. =D
We decided to order 6 escargots each. Each. This was only the beginning.
The escargots were too good to resist. =) Need I say more?
Following the entry below where me, Loon and Shian went to have very good seafood at Wepler (Paris), this time on my last night in Paris which was yesterday, me and Loon decided to be crazy and go there to order the seafood platter for two (Plateau Wepler for Two) which cost 99 Euros. This was because I was going to leave for Newcastle and two of us would never grow sick of seafood =) Always an excuse to indulge and grow fat, isnt it? =)
Before our food came, we noticed this adorable little French baby with his mum and grandmum and he was crawling all over the seat beside me. Looks so cute you'd wanna bring him home. And his family was really kind enough to let me hold him and play with him. Undaunted by strangers, the innocent big round eyes are definitely the assets to melt any lady's heart. His mum and grandma even let me take pictures and videos with him and were really nice and friendly.
They even teased and joked that I could be the new mum and perhaps, Loon could be the dad. Me and loon couldnt help laughing.
Really nice and warm people. His little fingers were nice to touch and he was so huggable :) Made me melt.
We were quite distracted by the sweet baby but we didnt forget our dinner. =D
We decided to order 6 escargots each. Each. This was only the beginning.
The escargots were too good to resist. =) Need I say more?
When hoisted out of its shell =)
Here's me looking really happy =) Shell food is my best friend. Always :)
Loon holding escargots :)
And of course, not to forget the main attraction - presenting the 99 Euros seafood platter for 2 =)
Needless to say, this was a total blessing for both of us. Hordes of seafood - crabs, lobsters, oystrers, clams, mussels, prawns, mini sweet shrimps, snails - all within reach on a platter served to us. We were the envy of many in the restaurant ;)
The oysters were really fresh - living true to the name of the restaurant as it was the Oysters Restaurant (loosely translated from French)
Juicy oysters
Wholesome clams
Salivating crabs and lobsters
Now you see them - tempting to the tastebuds
Now you dont!
Absoolutely Guilty as charged of devouring all the seafood!
And of course, a warm picture taken after the dinner :) My last night in Paris ended with a good sumptuous dinner *burp*
I give Wepler six stars out of six for the excellent ambience, variety of seafood and service.
Any VIP card for me? =)
Charming Paris.
I just came back from an unplanned trip to Paris for five days and I am still very much amazed by how pretty it is. =)
I went there to find Loon and stayed with him and Shian at their place at Rue Chaptal, which is near Moulin Rouge. This trip is something that I must blog about. =)
On Wednesday night, I reached Paris (Charles de Gauille airport) at around 7 pm and we went for dinner at Wepler, which is at Place de Clichy and of walking distance from their place. This was going to be my favourite restaurant of all time and has become so. I will tell you why.
We stepped into the restaurant and having never tried escargots before, we ordered 6 for us.
This is how a platter of six of them looks like. They taste just wonderful, melting into our mouths with a tinge of garlic aftertaste. *rubs tummy in glee*
After tasting them, I felt that they were the most wondrous creations in the world :)
I can't help it that I adore shell food to the core. (no pun intended) =)
And dinner kicked off with us exploring these beautiful snails one by one, leaving them to melt on our tastebuds. =)
Next, we had the seafood platter (plateau ecailler) for 28 Euros. There were all kinds of tantalising and mouth-watering seafood such as oysters, clams, mussels, prawns. And being avid seafood lovers, that dish was only a natural choice. Imagine our joy at being served with the seafood platter.
This is the seafood platter for the three of us. We chose this cos it was the cheapest and we wanted to order other main course too.
Enough to make any sea food lover go crazy :)
This is what me and Shian had for our main course - a very nice medium rare steak. Never a fan of steaks, I found the restaurant's steak a quite nice choice. Juicy and succulent. =)
This was what Loon had for his main course. Looks like chicken kebab and pasta but being someone who enjoys flavoured food, this was a little too bland for him.
Nonetheless, we had a very happy dinner that very first night I was in Paris.
A very satisfied us. Though I was probably feeling that I could very well finish another seafood platter :)
Monday, September 25, 2006
Its the first sunday here in Newcastle, UK and its not too bad :)
Today's the day everyone moved in and i happen to only see one of the three guys staying in my flat.
Went out to do some shopping (finally!) and came back to see my flat with beer bottles and food and funky posters outside my roomies' door
And all of them were out partying at the beach party for Fresher's Week while me and the singaporean gang decided to retire to our rooms early for the registration we have tomorrow.
And as unpacking, i heard this loud banging on the flat's door
and opened it to see this tall guy asking if i wanted to join the drinking downstairs
and he wouldnt let me close the door until i agreed
i just smiled and told him i had some unpacking and would join him shortly after and went back to my room
And being the drunk dude that he was, he prolly wouldnt remember where I stayed.
its really noisy downstairs and richardson is not overrated as the noisy freshies hostel as they claim to be.
tomorrow's the headache where i had to register my modules where i foresee huge problems :(
and the weather's really getting me down and im feeling tired, cold and aching..
:(
and its raining and gloomy :(
Today's the day everyone moved in and i happen to only see one of the three guys staying in my flat.
Went out to do some shopping (finally!) and came back to see my flat with beer bottles and food and funky posters outside my roomies' door
And all of them were out partying at the beach party for Fresher's Week while me and the singaporean gang decided to retire to our rooms early for the registration we have tomorrow.
And as unpacking, i heard this loud banging on the flat's door
and opened it to see this tall guy asking if i wanted to join the drinking downstairs
and he wouldnt let me close the door until i agreed
i just smiled and told him i had some unpacking and would join him shortly after and went back to my room
And being the drunk dude that he was, he prolly wouldnt remember where I stayed.
its really noisy downstairs and richardson is not overrated as the noisy freshies hostel as they claim to be.
tomorrow's the headache where i had to register my modules where i foresee huge problems :(
and the weather's really getting me down and im feeling tired, cold and aching..
:(
and its raining and gloomy :(
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Hello there from the University of Newcastle upon Tyne, or Newcastle University which is what its called now.
We finally arrived at the school and had to do at least 2-3 days of running around to settle registration, banking and even groceries
and to my horror, my faculty is so far from my hostel
and im living separately far apart from 3 of my singapore friends whom ive been travelling with
and im staying with three other guys (possibly unhygienic and inconvenient)
and noone has moved in yet and its freaky
and its so freaking cold that i feel my nose and toes are falling off
and i may only be able to take 3 sociology modules here instead of 5 so this means that im possibly wasting a good semester
and im not used to the water here because when boiled, it STILL has white precipitate and im a very particular person when it comes to drinking water
and its too cold to sleep even with my blanket
and the security here is so bad that we have been warned that burglars climb in to steal stuff
and the things are expensive cos 1 coke is at least 1.5 pounds which amounts to abt 4.5 SGD
and laundry here is enough to make my pockets become empty. each wash is abt more than 2 pounds and drying is 1.4 pounds... that amounts to almost 10 SGD
and im not used to the food here..its expensive (10 pounds for a modest pasta) and even when we shop for groceries, the food stuff is expensive
and buses become a form of luxury cos walking is predominantly a form of transport here
and im so tired and i miss home really. its been a really tiring 3-4 days trying to settle down =(
But of course
the people here are really warm and nice; we've met very warm spanish guys who extend invitation for us to join their parties and we bump into them everywhere and tonight they brought us to the student union house for drinks
the shoes here are cheap at selected stores like Primark: i saw a really nice pair of wedges for 1 pound!! thats like 3 sing dollars.. and i saw really cute socks and all.. i must say the brits have very fanciful stuff
the school here is pretty relaxing... pace of life is slooooow.. good for me... good without the mid term exams and even if there were, i wouldnt mind.. cos im here on exchange!! :P
the view is pretty... and i saw the tyne river with the 3 bridges: millenium bridge, tyne bridge and some other ones... its not exactly spectacular given the fact that we've seen other more beautiful bridges in Prague but still it beats not having a nice scenic view at all
and ive discovered that we all can survive cooking! we made minced meat marcaroni with fried meat and we will be making dumpling soup and oil veggies.. and guess wat? ive been one of the main chefs and my cooking isnt as bad as i thought it would be.. in fact, i know i enjoy cooking but there's pretty not much opportunities for me to put whatever little skills i have to use since my mum is an excellent cook and she mans the wok everyday :)
and people here drink like nobody's business. the uni's court yard is like this playground for frolickers with alcohol bottles in the morning and they even have an alcohol's prayer.
we went to pub crawl just now in the city, near quayside and it was really packed... and because we were early, there werent much dancing, but there were sleazy people around, clad in the tiniest tops and skirts, and well, just hanging out. as the spanish people said, the night is still young, and probably will stay that way for most of us for this sem. the music in the pubs were cool and the poor dj was trying to get people to the dance floor. the drinks are cheaper than singapore too, and people were drinking away. i guess thats the only thing they could do since nightlife is very much limited in uk.
we've tried quite some cocktails in our europe trip and i must recommend orgasmus, which we had in a nice warm pub in prague. its really creamy, nice and tastes like milk shake. :) not too rich in alcohol but very much a lady's drink.
and people have started moving into richardson road where i live with the 3 other singapore friends, though i live alone in my apartment. and looks like the partying has begun as booze and music can be heard all over, though not in my aprtment. i still live pretty much alone, except for the new girl who has moved in beside me but there's not much movement from here tonight. she's probably partying away at freshers' week.
been feeling kinda sick cos was caught in the windy, rainy, cold, wet weather yesterday while lugging back hordes of supply from the supermart with the gang. went back with a bad chill but had to start cooking our first meal (i.e the marcaroni with minced meat and fried meat) in the cold, shivering... and the amusing thing is, while laughing hard at one of the gang's joke, a slice of pork slipped out under my knife, hit the plastic bag at the window and flew right out. :P i could never multi task well :) and now i think the effects have hit me and im feeling very sick :(
tomorrow's a sunday - finally FINALLY a relaxing day without lugging luggage, groceries, documents... finally... since 5 september.. everyday spelled lugging of things.. honestly, my jeans have grown looser, my muscles have grown bulgingly bigger (its really getting fitter in view of all the things i had to carry, including 40kg worth of luggage) and we all agree we lost weight cos we walk a huge amount of distance everyday. remember that buses, trains and taxis are really luxury here in europe? its like losing weight the hard way :( i just hope that when next week comes, everything gets a little easier.
oh, and cos we forgot to bring our O and A level certs, and prior to leaving for Newcastle, we didnt know that everyone had to go for some stupid english language test, we were forced to take a 2 hour test which was touted as 'easy' by a shoving and irritating man. It was a listening compre with strong British accent and an essay in the morning about whether university lectures should be made compulsory cos if not, there will be negative impact on education. i felt angry that with at least 10 years of education in english, and being once a lit major and now a soci major and with my university transcript of lit, history, theatre studies and sociology modules passed, i couldnt escape an english test. Urgh. And some of my singaporean friends from the Singaporean Society could. Just because i dont have my O and A level certs and even with my uni transcript, its just no use at all. *pulls hair* Talk about flexibility.
Anyway, hope all of you are doing fine and great :) I had to rant about my days... its been quite frustrating sometimes... i hate admin redtape which happens everywhere. and my business modules still have not been approved by nus and i need to register for my modules like on monday morning 9am, by queuing. suddenly, i am thankful for cors. really. i cant imagine running around in nus, the way we had to in newcastle uni.
chelsea, hope all is great for u :) remember to write me emails often cos i prolly cant catch u on msn due to time differences. miss u lots and take care :)
valerie, good to know that u are on a new job and having lots of fun :) wish u all the best and remember to stay positive and remain the bright and cheery angel that u always are.
i gotta hit the showers, got caught in the drizzle again here just now. its quite foggy misty and scary, with all the old buildings. no wonder they say that it gets gloomy with the weather. :(
We finally arrived at the school and had to do at least 2-3 days of running around to settle registration, banking and even groceries
and to my horror, my faculty is so far from my hostel
and im living separately far apart from 3 of my singapore friends whom ive been travelling with
and im staying with three other guys (possibly unhygienic and inconvenient)
and noone has moved in yet and its freaky
and its so freaking cold that i feel my nose and toes are falling off
and i may only be able to take 3 sociology modules here instead of 5 so this means that im possibly wasting a good semester
and im not used to the water here because when boiled, it STILL has white precipitate and im a very particular person when it comes to drinking water
and its too cold to sleep even with my blanket
and the security here is so bad that we have been warned that burglars climb in to steal stuff
and the things are expensive cos 1 coke is at least 1.5 pounds which amounts to abt 4.5 SGD
and laundry here is enough to make my pockets become empty. each wash is abt more than 2 pounds and drying is 1.4 pounds... that amounts to almost 10 SGD
and im not used to the food here..its expensive (10 pounds for a modest pasta) and even when we shop for groceries, the food stuff is expensive
and buses become a form of luxury cos walking is predominantly a form of transport here
and im so tired and i miss home really. its been a really tiring 3-4 days trying to settle down =(
But of course
the people here are really warm and nice; we've met very warm spanish guys who extend invitation for us to join their parties and we bump into them everywhere and tonight they brought us to the student union house for drinks
the shoes here are cheap at selected stores like Primark: i saw a really nice pair of wedges for 1 pound!! thats like 3 sing dollars.. and i saw really cute socks and all.. i must say the brits have very fanciful stuff
the school here is pretty relaxing... pace of life is slooooow.. good for me... good without the mid term exams and even if there were, i wouldnt mind.. cos im here on exchange!! :P
the view is pretty... and i saw the tyne river with the 3 bridges: millenium bridge, tyne bridge and some other ones... its not exactly spectacular given the fact that we've seen other more beautiful bridges in Prague but still it beats not having a nice scenic view at all
and ive discovered that we all can survive cooking! we made minced meat marcaroni with fried meat and we will be making dumpling soup and oil veggies.. and guess wat? ive been one of the main chefs and my cooking isnt as bad as i thought it would be.. in fact, i know i enjoy cooking but there's pretty not much opportunities for me to put whatever little skills i have to use since my mum is an excellent cook and she mans the wok everyday :)
and people here drink like nobody's business. the uni's court yard is like this playground for frolickers with alcohol bottles in the morning and they even have an alcohol's prayer.
we went to pub crawl just now in the city, near quayside and it was really packed... and because we were early, there werent much dancing, but there were sleazy people around, clad in the tiniest tops and skirts, and well, just hanging out. as the spanish people said, the night is still young, and probably will stay that way for most of us for this sem. the music in the pubs were cool and the poor dj was trying to get people to the dance floor. the drinks are cheaper than singapore too, and people were drinking away. i guess thats the only thing they could do since nightlife is very much limited in uk.
we've tried quite some cocktails in our europe trip and i must recommend orgasmus, which we had in a nice warm pub in prague. its really creamy, nice and tastes like milk shake. :) not too rich in alcohol but very much a lady's drink.
and people have started moving into richardson road where i live with the 3 other singapore friends, though i live alone in my apartment. and looks like the partying has begun as booze and music can be heard all over, though not in my aprtment. i still live pretty much alone, except for the new girl who has moved in beside me but there's not much movement from here tonight. she's probably partying away at freshers' week.
been feeling kinda sick cos was caught in the windy, rainy, cold, wet weather yesterday while lugging back hordes of supply from the supermart with the gang. went back with a bad chill but had to start cooking our first meal (i.e the marcaroni with minced meat and fried meat) in the cold, shivering... and the amusing thing is, while laughing hard at one of the gang's joke, a slice of pork slipped out under my knife, hit the plastic bag at the window and flew right out. :P i could never multi task well :) and now i think the effects have hit me and im feeling very sick :(
tomorrow's a sunday - finally FINALLY a relaxing day without lugging luggage, groceries, documents... finally... since 5 september.. everyday spelled lugging of things.. honestly, my jeans have grown looser, my muscles have grown bulgingly bigger (its really getting fitter in view of all the things i had to carry, including 40kg worth of luggage) and we all agree we lost weight cos we walk a huge amount of distance everyday. remember that buses, trains and taxis are really luxury here in europe? its like losing weight the hard way :( i just hope that when next week comes, everything gets a little easier.
oh, and cos we forgot to bring our O and A level certs, and prior to leaving for Newcastle, we didnt know that everyone had to go for some stupid english language test, we were forced to take a 2 hour test which was touted as 'easy' by a shoving and irritating man. It was a listening compre with strong British accent and an essay in the morning about whether university lectures should be made compulsory cos if not, there will be negative impact on education. i felt angry that with at least 10 years of education in english, and being once a lit major and now a soci major and with my university transcript of lit, history, theatre studies and sociology modules passed, i couldnt escape an english test. Urgh. And some of my singaporean friends from the Singaporean Society could. Just because i dont have my O and A level certs and even with my uni transcript, its just no use at all. *pulls hair* Talk about flexibility.
Anyway, hope all of you are doing fine and great :) I had to rant about my days... its been quite frustrating sometimes... i hate admin redtape which happens everywhere. and my business modules still have not been approved by nus and i need to register for my modules like on monday morning 9am, by queuing. suddenly, i am thankful for cors. really. i cant imagine running around in nus, the way we had to in newcastle uni.
chelsea, hope all is great for u :) remember to write me emails often cos i prolly cant catch u on msn due to time differences. miss u lots and take care :)
valerie, good to know that u are on a new job and having lots of fun :) wish u all the best and remember to stay positive and remain the bright and cheery angel that u always are.
i gotta hit the showers, got caught in the drizzle again here just now. its quite foggy misty and scary, with all the old buildings. no wonder they say that it gets gloomy with the weather. :(
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Today is our last night at Green Eggs and Ham, Berlin.
Catching a breather before we go out for dinner later on.
Earlier on, we lost each other in the museum and then again, on the streets.
It was not a nice feeling at all because all the streets looked the same.
And we had a four hour walking tour in Berlin and I twisted my ankle again for the fifth time.
I suspect its going to come off some day - me and my limp ankle.
Have to pack everything in my luggage again before we hit Newcastle tomorrow.
Hopefully the airport regulations to UK arent too strict.
We all have too much luggage.
Good night.
Catching a breather before we go out for dinner later on.
Earlier on, we lost each other in the museum and then again, on the streets.
It was not a nice feeling at all because all the streets looked the same.
And we had a four hour walking tour in Berlin and I twisted my ankle again for the fifth time.
I suspect its going to come off some day - me and my limp ankle.
Have to pack everything in my luggage again before we hit Newcastle tomorrow.
Hopefully the airport regulations to UK arent too strict.
We all have too much luggage.
Good night.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Here's one of the Berlin Wall for you. It's not towering but it stretches, like way long and reaches to the end of the horizon. Okay, not thaat long but you hardly want to walk from one end to the other. I picked this particular wall cos it is aptly poignant.
Dancing to freedom. No more wars. No more walls. A United World.
Achievable? I dont know. Seems like its too much to ask for in today's world. =(
The summary of today's travel - the Berlin Wall. Or what's left of it in the East Side Gallery. Its long stretching and does not look like the grim, dreary wall of division of a country that I had expected. In fact, it looked so artistically filled with graffitti. It surprised us. And of course, I left my paw prints :)
I know that if you had a chance to see this beautiful historic monument, you would definitely be here. So I left a mark on your behalf and took many pictures.
Monday, September 18, 2006
Hallo from Berlin, Germany!
I finally have a chance to use the internet, albeit legitimately, in this cafe in Berlin near my hostel.
This is my very last stop before i move on to Newcastle, where I officially begin my SEP
but after travelling for 2 weeks, it feels like Ive already started my exchange.
Been to Cologne, Munich, Salsburg, Vienna, Prague and now Berlin and so far its been awesomely beautiful.
I have seen magnificent castles, palaces, extravagant decors, awe-inspiring churches and I will never forget them =)
I will update the pictures in a few day's time after I settle down in Newcastle and will update accordingly.
Of course, my German vocabulary has expanded extensively apart from my favourite 'ich habe einen barenhunger' (which derek will be very proud of me) and ive tried all the food that the german course taught us.. like wiener schnitzel, schweinhacker, bratwurst, potato dumplings, saurkraut... and the wine and beer here are cheap and good.. the drinking environment in the bierhaus (beer house) like the one we went called Hofbrauhaus is really very happening and fun =) too bad we have to miss OktoberFest but we managed to go to the very site and just snapped pictures right away. Germans are generally very warm and nice and they greet us Konichiwa and even think we know Kungfu. Its quite amusing and makes us laugh cos they try spouting bits and pieces of Korean, Japanese and then Chinese to surprise us.
The train rides here are rather scenic and we can actually catch quite a sight on the trains.
And we got into some trouble in Prague with some fishy police who extorted money from us.. its really scary cos we were stuck in a foreign environment with no familiar language. Anyway, ill delve deeper the next time when the internet is more accessible. Most importantly, i got to see this really really ravishingly beautiful disney-like castle near the alps. pictures dont do any justice to the things i have seen at all but thats the best choice.
I went to the berlin wall today or wat is left of it.. its called the east side gallery. its done up via drawings from artists from 22 countries and we left our marks there. guess its the icon of freedom and life and it is very inspiring to just take a walk down the lane.
i also went to the Reichstag (parliament house) and its quite a strange yet beautiful feeling of visiting the site that i have been studying all about. tomorrow we are going on a free tour to visit that, as well as the SS headquarters. this is all like a dream come true for me =)
so much said, i miss home a lot. really a lot. we were so happy to find a chinese restaurant amidst the most unfamiliar prague and dug in heartily to normal chinese cuisine, which i have taken for granted. i miss my family a lot.. the smiles from all the angels in my home. i miss my friends too and all the hangouts we used to go =(
school is about to start in a few days time and its gonna fly by real soon. i wish time stops. and this trip is gonna help me take a breather where i learn to stand up for myself and away from things that i actually dont want.
heres to an unknown but exciting 5 months in uk! =)
I finally have a chance to use the internet, albeit legitimately, in this cafe in Berlin near my hostel.
This is my very last stop before i move on to Newcastle, where I officially begin my SEP
but after travelling for 2 weeks, it feels like Ive already started my exchange.
Been to Cologne, Munich, Salsburg, Vienna, Prague and now Berlin and so far its been awesomely beautiful.
I have seen magnificent castles, palaces, extravagant decors, awe-inspiring churches and I will never forget them =)
I will update the pictures in a few day's time after I settle down in Newcastle and will update accordingly.
Of course, my German vocabulary has expanded extensively apart from my favourite 'ich habe einen barenhunger' (which derek will be very proud of me) and ive tried all the food that the german course taught us.. like wiener schnitzel, schweinhacker, bratwurst, potato dumplings, saurkraut... and the wine and beer here are cheap and good.. the drinking environment in the bierhaus (beer house) like the one we went called Hofbrauhaus is really very happening and fun =) too bad we have to miss OktoberFest but we managed to go to the very site and just snapped pictures right away. Germans are generally very warm and nice and they greet us Konichiwa and even think we know Kungfu. Its quite amusing and makes us laugh cos they try spouting bits and pieces of Korean, Japanese and then Chinese to surprise us.
The train rides here are rather scenic and we can actually catch quite a sight on the trains.
And we got into some trouble in Prague with some fishy police who extorted money from us.. its really scary cos we were stuck in a foreign environment with no familiar language. Anyway, ill delve deeper the next time when the internet is more accessible. Most importantly, i got to see this really really ravishingly beautiful disney-like castle near the alps. pictures dont do any justice to the things i have seen at all but thats the best choice.
I went to the berlin wall today or wat is left of it.. its called the east side gallery. its done up via drawings from artists from 22 countries and we left our marks there. guess its the icon of freedom and life and it is very inspiring to just take a walk down the lane.
i also went to the Reichstag (parliament house) and its quite a strange yet beautiful feeling of visiting the site that i have been studying all about. tomorrow we are going on a free tour to visit that, as well as the SS headquarters. this is all like a dream come true for me =)
so much said, i miss home a lot. really a lot. we were so happy to find a chinese restaurant amidst the most unfamiliar prague and dug in heartily to normal chinese cuisine, which i have taken for granted. i miss my family a lot.. the smiles from all the angels in my home. i miss my friends too and all the hangouts we used to go =(
school is about to start in a few days time and its gonna fly by real soon. i wish time stops. and this trip is gonna help me take a breather where i learn to stand up for myself and away from things that i actually dont want.
heres to an unknown but exciting 5 months in uk! =)
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Today is my last day at work in Raffles Place.
I must say its a different feeling when I was dreading the fact that I had one more left after completing my two months.
Granted I was working to raise 15,000 SGD (read: 5000 pounds) for the SEP and I learned new stuff this time as well
But I hated the working environment so much that it made me really dread work
Working environment is the number one important factor to me
and even though the job is satisfying with me helping my clients
I felt I was capitalising on something that I really detested.
But I guess its really hard to explain.
Sigh.
Anyway
I got a little depressed recently cos things around me were falling apart..
relationships as one.
we were discussing how men could just change their faces once it all ended,
and i even had someone tell me in the face that
'look everything i told u, including me loving u, was said last week. it does not apply to today and after this anymore.'
it just scares me that people totally become another, once its over.
guess thats the difference between women and men
men are just more resolute, firm and bent on moving on
women just like torturing themselves.
no, just kidding of course.
women just are more prone to moments of weaknesses, beautiful memories and soft spots for the past which is actually really the past (read: never to happen again)
i may seem like im generalising but this is true for most women, and vice versas.
But its definitely scary how people can be very vulnerable once the big R is called off.
Big R, being Relationship..
And how we often feel we are stumped to the ground, unable tol move on because at that very particular moment, we feel that only that particular one person is capable of being The One, the one who has been with us at seemingly every moment..
and we dont realise at that moment, we forget all the quarrels, arguments, anger, flaws; all things negative are all thrown out of our mind..
and in the event that some of us find someone new, we dont realise whatever we felt has totally been disproved.
and if this cycle of break up and moving on continues,
u realise that after all
people do find someone better (or worst, in some really really special cases)
as they move on.
and yes, in 2 weeks' time,
ill be leaving for Frankfurt, Germany
and its my tour of Germany, Czech, Austria, UK, France, Italy, Spain and all
Its been a damn tough working time cos i have to raise 15000 dollars SGD which i am still desperately trying to do...
but its the satisfaction of getting what i chased after for.
i wish someday, that our hearts wouldnt hurt
when someone chooses to leave us
cos we'd realise that we need to love ourselves more
and that someone much much better is out there
waiting to see and love u the way
the person who left
didnt.
I must say its a different feeling when I was dreading the fact that I had one more left after completing my two months.
Granted I was working to raise 15,000 SGD (read: 5000 pounds) for the SEP and I learned new stuff this time as well
But I hated the working environment so much that it made me really dread work
Working environment is the number one important factor to me
and even though the job is satisfying with me helping my clients
I felt I was capitalising on something that I really detested.
But I guess its really hard to explain.
Sigh.
Anyway
I got a little depressed recently cos things around me were falling apart..
relationships as one.
we were discussing how men could just change their faces once it all ended,
and i even had someone tell me in the face that
'look everything i told u, including me loving u, was said last week. it does not apply to today and after this anymore.'
it just scares me that people totally become another, once its over.
guess thats the difference between women and men
men are just more resolute, firm and bent on moving on
women just like torturing themselves.
no, just kidding of course.
women just are more prone to moments of weaknesses, beautiful memories and soft spots for the past which is actually really the past (read: never to happen again)
i may seem like im generalising but this is true for most women, and vice versas.
But its definitely scary how people can be very vulnerable once the big R is called off.
Big R, being Relationship..
And how we often feel we are stumped to the ground, unable tol move on because at that very particular moment, we feel that only that particular one person is capable of being The One, the one who has been with us at seemingly every moment..
and we dont realise at that moment, we forget all the quarrels, arguments, anger, flaws; all things negative are all thrown out of our mind..
and in the event that some of us find someone new, we dont realise whatever we felt has totally been disproved.
and if this cycle of break up and moving on continues,
u realise that after all
people do find someone better (or worst, in some really really special cases)
as they move on.
and yes, in 2 weeks' time,
ill be leaving for Frankfurt, Germany
and its my tour of Germany, Czech, Austria, UK, France, Italy, Spain and all
Its been a damn tough working time cos i have to raise 15000 dollars SGD which i am still desperately trying to do...
but its the satisfaction of getting what i chased after for.
i wish someday, that our hearts wouldnt hurt
when someone chooses to leave us
cos we'd realise that we need to love ourselves more
and that someone much much better is out there
waiting to see and love u the way
the person who left
didnt.
Monday, July 31, 2006
What a long day.
It started off with me waking up to a nice cold morning
All alone in the house,
Made me not feel like moving out.
But procrastination aside,
I just had to move this lazy butt out to NUS to use the com lab to prepare the posters for union ball tomorrow.
Got frustrated that cos at the 'learning centre' there,
the guy in charge is either totally unfriendly, or just disinterested.
I asked for help with my totally-cannot-make-it Photoshop skills
but he just seemed so stoned and stood so still behind me
Until one kind soul came along and really helped me.
As in, literally took the mouse, explained printing procedures, lent me his cashcard, checked on me during intervals to see if i was coping.
This is help when some computer illiterate needs it.
I am so thankful for his help, which came along a good 10 mins before the lab closed.
And I was famished, caught in the rain, and grumpy cos only me and another girl were gonna be at the matric fair preparing.
Grabbed a subway, toasted, extra cheese, topped with a medium cup of coke
Felt so good :)
Talk abt me being a glutton.
Good food can cheer me up anytime.
And so, slogging began... from 3pm to 11pm... actually, 1am.
Judy, the girl who was me, had to leave at 11pm and i had to let her go though i needed help cos she stayed in pasir ris. (read: miles and miles away)
Thank goodness i had already asked my bf down for logistics support (buy dinner, drinks, listen to me grumble, make me laugh, help me set up the booth)
And so by the time it was 1am, it was just me and him in the matric fair. and a couple of others.
I know he is very very tired after a long working night at mos and i really really really appreciate all the effort he takes to travel down from bedok.
and being the sleepy person who can sleep anywhere, standing up, vertical, horizontal...
i thank him for being here for me always.
thru loreal competition, thru my publicity work that i rushed through the night, thru the exams where i mugged until 5am and he waited to send me home, thru all these when he had very little time.
and now after sending me home and waiting for me to complete my work for tomorrow's matric fair,
he has fallen asleep right beside me
his long eyelashes shut tight
sleeping peacefully like a baby.
Thank you my dear.
I can never thank you enough :)
It started off with me waking up to a nice cold morning
All alone in the house,
Made me not feel like moving out.
But procrastination aside,
I just had to move this lazy butt out to NUS to use the com lab to prepare the posters for union ball tomorrow.
Got frustrated that cos at the 'learning centre' there,
the guy in charge is either totally unfriendly, or just disinterested.
I asked for help with my totally-cannot-make-it Photoshop skills
but he just seemed so stoned and stood so still behind me
Until one kind soul came along and really helped me.
As in, literally took the mouse, explained printing procedures, lent me his cashcard, checked on me during intervals to see if i was coping.
This is help when some computer illiterate needs it.
I am so thankful for his help, which came along a good 10 mins before the lab closed.
And I was famished, caught in the rain, and grumpy cos only me and another girl were gonna be at the matric fair preparing.
Grabbed a subway, toasted, extra cheese, topped with a medium cup of coke
Felt so good :)
Talk abt me being a glutton.
Good food can cheer me up anytime.
And so, slogging began... from 3pm to 11pm... actually, 1am.
Judy, the girl who was me, had to leave at 11pm and i had to let her go though i needed help cos she stayed in pasir ris. (read: miles and miles away)
Thank goodness i had already asked my bf down for logistics support (buy dinner, drinks, listen to me grumble, make me laugh, help me set up the booth)
And so by the time it was 1am, it was just me and him in the matric fair. and a couple of others.
I know he is very very tired after a long working night at mos and i really really really appreciate all the effort he takes to travel down from bedok.
and being the sleepy person who can sleep anywhere, standing up, vertical, horizontal...
i thank him for being here for me always.
thru loreal competition, thru my publicity work that i rushed through the night, thru the exams where i mugged until 5am and he waited to send me home, thru all these when he had very little time.
and now after sending me home and waiting for me to complete my work for tomorrow's matric fair,
he has fallen asleep right beside me
his long eyelashes shut tight
sleeping peacefully like a baby.
Thank you my dear.
I can never thank you enough :)
Sunday, July 30, 2006
It's been a long hiatus from blogging.
I've been too lazy to update my blog cos I've been wanting to get a new skin and new tag board, but excuses, excuses and excuses..
I will get down to doing it next week.
Or the next week.
Or the next.
Hopefully, before I fly.
=)
So far, everything's been finalised.
Air ticket, checked.
Itinerary - Germany, Austria, Czech, more or less checked.
Accomodation, nuh. So far no accomodation cos of part year exchange. But hopefully, as they have told us.. they will arrange something.
What a bleak and gloomy saturday night.
I didnt quite plan on updating a rather dark entry.
Back to driving again.
Hitting the roads has been a problem for me cos I feel this fear of being incapacitated in my seat when it crashes...
Really.
This explains my fear of changing lanes, amidst having to do a gazillion things at a time, checking rear mirror, blindspot, rear mirror, signal on, accelerate and all.
But today amidst half opened eyes and perhaps a chirpy mood,
this was quite a breeze for me.
I guess keeping my cool and not losing it in fear of not being in control helps.
Innate control freak :(
Suddenly feel that everything is just so temporary,
that it scares me.
In spots we sit, chill, talk, wait...
I see shadows of past, present and future.
Unsure?
Maybe, maybe its cos of working my fried brains out.
Sometimes I really hate having to be quick thinking and find a way to raise 15,000 SGD for the trip, and coming with all kinds of ideas to work incessantly to go for my dream of the europe trip.
I know they always said 'Chase your dreams'
but I bet they never said '... only if you arent a super woman wannabe.'
I guess I am only good at wanting to try just about everything, and
being doubly stubborn and insistent on my way,
I want to get things done to the best of what I think is the standard,
I really wear myself thin.
Like chewing gum thin.
There are mornings I really really really hate waking up
to an office of cold mundane faces,
or worst, hypocritical smiles
condescending attitudes
unreasonable demands
that I know with my quick temper
I cant take it lying down
There are mornings where my headache gets to me,
and I wake up on the wrong side of bed
But I know this is some sort of responsibility
or maybe its the unfinished deals at work waiting
and the pending emails i have to read
or maybe the unpleasant environment i just have to deal with
all and all
i wish i could just stop the time
and breathe.
and maybe not feel that guilty.
and sometimes i wonder why u insist i try to be a super woman.
And sometimes,
I still wonder why u tell me i cant be a superwoman.
I've been too lazy to update my blog cos I've been wanting to get a new skin and new tag board, but excuses, excuses and excuses..
I will get down to doing it next week.
Or the next week.
Or the next.
Hopefully, before I fly.
=)
So far, everything's been finalised.
Air ticket, checked.
Itinerary - Germany, Austria, Czech, more or less checked.
Accomodation, nuh. So far no accomodation cos of part year exchange. But hopefully, as they have told us.. they will arrange something.
What a bleak and gloomy saturday night.
I didnt quite plan on updating a rather dark entry.
Back to driving again.
Hitting the roads has been a problem for me cos I feel this fear of being incapacitated in my seat when it crashes...
Really.
This explains my fear of changing lanes, amidst having to do a gazillion things at a time, checking rear mirror, blindspot, rear mirror, signal on, accelerate and all.
But today amidst half opened eyes and perhaps a chirpy mood,
this was quite a breeze for me.
I guess keeping my cool and not losing it in fear of not being in control helps.
Innate control freak :(
Suddenly feel that everything is just so temporary,
that it scares me.
In spots we sit, chill, talk, wait...
I see shadows of past, present and future.
Unsure?
Maybe, maybe its cos of working my fried brains out.
Sometimes I really hate having to be quick thinking and find a way to raise 15,000 SGD for the trip, and coming with all kinds of ideas to work incessantly to go for my dream of the europe trip.
I know they always said 'Chase your dreams'
but I bet they never said '... only if you arent a super woman wannabe.'
I guess I am only good at wanting to try just about everything, and
being doubly stubborn and insistent on my way,
I want to get things done to the best of what I think is the standard,
I really wear myself thin.
Like chewing gum thin.
There are mornings I really really really hate waking up
to an office of cold mundane faces,
or worst, hypocritical smiles
condescending attitudes
unreasonable demands
that I know with my quick temper
I cant take it lying down
There are mornings where my headache gets to me,
and I wake up on the wrong side of bed
But I know this is some sort of responsibility
or maybe its the unfinished deals at work waiting
and the pending emails i have to read
or maybe the unpleasant environment i just have to deal with
all and all
i wish i could just stop the time
and breathe.
and maybe not feel that guilty.
and sometimes i wonder why u insist i try to be a super woman.
i feel frustrated sometimes,
cos i see so much
and i feel so much
but i am just not able to do that much.
i need to learn.
sometimes feeling and sensing so much,
is such a pain.
And sometimes,
I still wonder why u tell me i cant be a superwoman.
Friday, July 07, 2006
its this elusive question that has popped up in my mind
i hate to face the possibility of it existing, all the more having to face it...
its true, isnt it?
only you can feel the rain on your skin
noone else can feel it for you
only you can let it in
noone else can speak the words on ur lips
today is where ur book begins
the rest is still unwritten
i hate to face the possibility of it existing, all the more having to face it...
its true, isnt it?
only you can feel the rain on your skin
noone else can feel it for you
only you can let it in
noone else can speak the words on ur lips
today is where ur book begins
the rest is still unwritten
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Saturday, May 20, 2006
in my dreams
ii stirred in my sleep this morning,
amidst lid-heavy eyes,
i knew i was terrified and scared
i was crying
my body started shaking,
and tears just flowed.
and flowed
and flowed.
it got out of control.
i was hugging my 2nd brother-in-law who was lying on his deathbed, who was hugged by my 2nd sister and 4th sister in the dream
when previously i was dreaming about some other stranger dying
and it spinned to my brother-in-law's death
how we had to say goodbye
it felt so real
i was pinned to the dream
i could not get out of it
suddenly
i blinked and flinched at the daylight shining on my eyes
i knew i was dreaming
i knew i felt like screaming
and as i opened my eyes
i was still crying
still shaking
still shaken by the pain the shock the horror the loss the realness of the past replaying in my mind
after regaining my consciousnes
tears just flowed
and i knew these tears had to come out
they had been buried in too deep
out of everyone's sight
she is but a shield.
i have never gotten over your death.
ii stirred in my sleep this morning,
amidst lid-heavy eyes,
i knew i was terrified and scared
i was crying
my body started shaking,
and tears just flowed.
and flowed
and flowed.
it got out of control.
i was hugging my 2nd brother-in-law who was lying on his deathbed, who was hugged by my 2nd sister and 4th sister in the dream
when previously i was dreaming about some other stranger dying
and it spinned to my brother-in-law's death
how we had to say goodbye
it felt so real
i was pinned to the dream
i could not get out of it
suddenly
i blinked and flinched at the daylight shining on my eyes
i knew i was dreaming
i knew i felt like screaming
and as i opened my eyes
i was still crying
still shaking
still shaken by the pain the shock the horror the loss the realness of the past replaying in my mind
after regaining my consciousnes
tears just flowed
and i knew these tears had to come out
they had been buried in too deep
out of everyone's sight
she is but a shield.
i have never gotten over your death.
Sunday, May 07, 2006
Baby, please try to forgive me
Stay here dont put out the glow
Hold me now
Dont bother if every minute it makes me weaker
You can save me from the man that Ive become, oh yeah
Lookin back on the things Ive done
I was tryin to be someone
I played my part,
kept you in the dark
Now let me show you the shape of my heart
Send in this beautiful loneliness thats tragical
So help me I cant win this war, oh no
Touch me now
Dont bother if every second it makes me weaker
You can save me from the man Ive become
Lookin back on the things Ive done
I was tryin to be someone
I played my part, kept you in the dark
Now let me show you the shape of my heart
Im here with my confession
Got nothing to hide no more
I dont know where to start
But to show you the shape of my heart
Im lookin back on things Ive done
I never wanna play the same old part
Ill keep you in the dark
Now let me show you the shape of my heart
Show you the shape of my heart
Stay here dont put out the glow
Hold me now
Dont bother if every minute it makes me weaker
You can save me from the man that Ive become, oh yeah
Lookin back on the things Ive done
I was tryin to be someone
I played my part,
kept you in the dark
Now let me show you the shape of my heart
Send in this beautiful loneliness thats tragical
So help me I cant win this war, oh no
Touch me now
Dont bother if every second it makes me weaker
You can save me from the man Ive become
Lookin back on the things Ive done
I was tryin to be someone
I played my part, kept you in the dark
Now let me show you the shape of my heart
Im here with my confession
Got nothing to hide no more
I dont know where to start
But to show you the shape of my heart
Im lookin back on things Ive done
I never wanna play the same old part
Ill keep you in the dark
Now let me show you the shape of my heart
Show you the shape of my heart
Saturday, May 06, 2006
daddy, i remember those smiles that make the creases of your eyes stand out
those smiles which makes your eyes twinkle
they all say i have eyes which sparkle when i smile
i know i must have gotten them from you
who else, but you, would have given me eyes that could talk?
eyes like yours, which spoke of the fondness and love u look at me with,
that no language could ever speak
that made me forget always that you couldnt speak
that are etched in the debris of my mind forever.
kor, remember you used to carry me all around in the house?
i stood proudly on your feet, where u'd wriggle them all over
and during meals
where we would still eat as a family
and u would just grab my toes with your toes
underneath the table
and start squeezing them
and look out for the half-grimace, half peals of laughter i had to suppress?
they always thought i was ur little girl
but i guess we do have similarities
afterall u've been here since i was four.
and do u remember the times u'd hold me so high and even piggyback me
i have grown old, yes,
but not forgetful.
i used to scold little boys and squirm at the thought of marrying one
and you'd just laugh at me in amusement
perhaps u knew in ur wisdom that i'd have many romances?
i guess u did,
and u saw one at least.
ur constant teasing and bantering would just make me blush to no end
like a father u are to me,
having seen me all grown up.
u told me that i'll never let u carry the way u did after i grow old right?
im here to prove you wrong!
only that
only that
when i stretch out my arms
i grab thin air
u are not there.
kor kor and daddy,
im turning 21 soon.
ive lived almost 21 years old in that a little cramped 3 room flat in ours,
not boasting-big but nice and comfy
ive danced my childhood years in the living room hoping noone sees
ive been piggybacked and carried and known that ive been loved by the 2 most important man in my life
ive been brought to those night markets by you two(or u can call them pasar malams if u wish) to buy hot piping food in the cold nights
ive been brought the food i love most (chicken wings and clams) and savoured them as a little girl who was easily satisfied by delicacies
ive hugged bears and toys that kor bought for me even when u had children of ur own (i always knew i was ur little girl, even when u had ur 2 little boys)
ive shivered when i accidentally poured coke down ur passenger seat of ur car, kor... u know how much courage it took a 6 year old girl to admit?
ive thanked the stars above when u didnt scold me of course; u were all too nice, always
ive cried silently when i was sad in school and i hid myself in the living room, against the darkness and the flickering light of the silent tv.. and daddy u were there.. u always looked at me with knowing eyes and never asked... even when u did, i know u felt my pain...
and daddy, u were always the one who saw my silent tears.. and the one who understood..
ive laughed the happiest laughters in the whole span of my life kor, when u lift me up and carried me
ive been doted on by the nicest men on earth...
ive been loved...
and ive lost the two of you.
for my 21st birthday,
i want to thank the both of you
cos you all made me who i am
the littlest girl with
the loud peals of laughter that has seen me through my younger days
the dark skin that takes after u, daddy
the love for others that ive seen in u, kor
for my 21st birthday,
i want to thank the both of you
cos without you
your littlest 5th daughter, daddy, and ur smallest sister-in-law whom u've doted on like ur very own sister, kor
your smallest worries
the tiny darkskinned short hair girl with the toothy smile would never have a reflection and had such a happy childhood
thank you kor and daddy.
its been one year three months and three years plus since u've left her side.
there are always empty spaces, in the family
but my heart is always filled with the memories, laughter, happiness, sadness and love of both of you.
i love you two.
very much.
those smiles which makes your eyes twinkle
they all say i have eyes which sparkle when i smile
i know i must have gotten them from you
who else, but you, would have given me eyes that could talk?
eyes like yours, which spoke of the fondness and love u look at me with,
that no language could ever speak
that made me forget always that you couldnt speak
that are etched in the debris of my mind forever.
kor, remember you used to carry me all around in the house?
i stood proudly on your feet, where u'd wriggle them all over
and during meals
where we would still eat as a family
and u would just grab my toes with your toes
underneath the table
and start squeezing them
and look out for the half-grimace, half peals of laughter i had to suppress?
they always thought i was ur little girl
but i guess we do have similarities
afterall u've been here since i was four.
and do u remember the times u'd hold me so high and even piggyback me
i have grown old, yes,
but not forgetful.
i used to scold little boys and squirm at the thought of marrying one
and you'd just laugh at me in amusement
perhaps u knew in ur wisdom that i'd have many romances?
i guess u did,
and u saw one at least.
ur constant teasing and bantering would just make me blush to no end
like a father u are to me,
having seen me all grown up.
u told me that i'll never let u carry the way u did after i grow old right?
im here to prove you wrong!
only that
only that
when i stretch out my arms
i grab thin air
u are not there.
kor kor and daddy,
im turning 21 soon.
ive lived almost 21 years old in that a little cramped 3 room flat in ours,
not boasting-big but nice and comfy
ive danced my childhood years in the living room hoping noone sees
ive been piggybacked and carried and known that ive been loved by the 2 most important man in my life
ive been brought to those night markets by you two(or u can call them pasar malams if u wish) to buy hot piping food in the cold nights
ive been brought the food i love most (chicken wings and clams) and savoured them as a little girl who was easily satisfied by delicacies
ive hugged bears and toys that kor bought for me even when u had children of ur own (i always knew i was ur little girl, even when u had ur 2 little boys)
ive shivered when i accidentally poured coke down ur passenger seat of ur car, kor... u know how much courage it took a 6 year old girl to admit?
ive thanked the stars above when u didnt scold me of course; u were all too nice, always
ive cried silently when i was sad in school and i hid myself in the living room, against the darkness and the flickering light of the silent tv.. and daddy u were there.. u always looked at me with knowing eyes and never asked... even when u did, i know u felt my pain...
and daddy, u were always the one who saw my silent tears.. and the one who understood..
ive laughed the happiest laughters in the whole span of my life kor, when u lift me up and carried me
ive been doted on by the nicest men on earth...
ive been loved...
and ive lost the two of you.
for my 21st birthday,
i want to thank the both of you
cos you all made me who i am
the littlest girl with
the loud peals of laughter that has seen me through my younger days
the dark skin that takes after u, daddy
the love for others that ive seen in u, kor
for my 21st birthday,
i want to thank the both of you
cos without you
your littlest 5th daughter, daddy, and ur smallest sister-in-law whom u've doted on like ur very own sister, kor
your smallest worries
the tiny darkskinned short hair girl with the toothy smile would never have a reflection and had such a happy childhood
thank you kor and daddy.
its been one year three months and three years plus since u've left her side.
there are always empty spaces, in the family
but my heart is always filled with the memories, laughter, happiness, sadness and love of both of you.
i love you two.
very much.
Monday, April 17, 2006
5 projects down - all off my shoulder!
its the most wondrous feeling in the world,
of course until i realise its 7 days to exams =(
and i have my driving test tomorrow.. for the 2nd time...
i really really hope i get my license before i turn 21
*fingers crossed*
12 days to 4 months of holiday!
then its off to great britain, and to tour europe with my frens!
oh well..
=(
jus trying to convince myself to study hard...
its the most wondrous feeling in the world,
of course until i realise its 7 days to exams =(
and i have my driving test tomorrow.. for the 2nd time...
i really really hope i get my license before i turn 21
*fingers crossed*
12 days to 4 months of holiday!
then its off to great britain, and to tour europe with my frens!
oh well..
=(
jus trying to convince myself to study hard...
Monday, April 10, 2006
this is going to be one hell of a ranting post.
i have the best project mate ever.
very nice, very smart, very very responsible.
i thank you for telling me that we all ought to start asap,
and disappear for two weeks after that,
and after which, the day before we are supposed to hand in the work,
plop down a new piece of work thats really good
and say 'surprise'!
and look really serious.
and of course, while the past two weeks me and her have been trying to contact u,
and we started slogging for nights,
u of course were preparing this surprise for us.
i thank you for your kindness and sweetness.
you really shouldnt have.
and of course, just when u compile all the work
(the work of ur surprise, plus me and her frantic work)
of course our work pales in comparison to yours;
we never had any intentions of surprises,
we just wanted to save the butts of three of us.
u of course were sweet enough to think about how we felt.
and u wanted to pass this compilation on to us to edit it and rephrase all the words
and asks us to send to you to see if it has what u wanted to express...
u disappear to another part of the world
u never ask for the work
but its alright
u already give us such a pleasant surprise didnt u?
plus, u signed off with 'love';
what else could i ask for?
and very importantly
when i frantically cant get to sleep cos i got freaking many projects to rush
and i manage to finish collating all 28 pages of hard work
of not sleeping, of not even having enough time for other work,
and the printing shop uncle, while binding my thick pile of work,
destroyed the edges accidentally and in the end i had to photocopy my work
cos of the long Queue, i didnt have time to print again
i mean its all fine - ur surprise is enough to last me thru the weeks
no binding errors could spoil my day.
even if the edges of my binded work fell apart and i had to staple them
amidst half open eyes,
no worries, man.
and when i stepped into the prof's room
he gave me a quizzical look and asked if our grp had problems
and that u had written to him and said u were doing a report
whilst we had already expressed our concern that the previous one me and her was quite out of tangent.
wow.
is that ur second surprise?
is that why when i was rushing my butt off last nite
i cant get u on ur phone?
cant get ur matric number or ur bibliography?
ur phone is switched off still.
and my prof was so nice to ask me if i wanted him to send u a note that we had already handed in the copy.
and he asked me if this was all three of our work. equal?
i said yes.
one wrong (or many surprises, for ur case) does not beget another wrong
i dont see the point in telling on you
cos at least i believe in integrity in work
if u find this funny
if u find that u love giving surprises at the last freaking minute
please have the basic courtesy to tell us.
u freaking screwed up my day.
i have the best project mate ever.
very nice, very smart, very very responsible.
i thank you for telling me that we all ought to start asap,
and disappear for two weeks after that,
and after which, the day before we are supposed to hand in the work,
plop down a new piece of work thats really good
and say 'surprise'!
and look really serious.
and of course, while the past two weeks me and her have been trying to contact u,
and we started slogging for nights,
u of course were preparing this surprise for us.
i thank you for your kindness and sweetness.
you really shouldnt have.
and of course, just when u compile all the work
(the work of ur surprise, plus me and her frantic work)
of course our work pales in comparison to yours;
we never had any intentions of surprises,
we just wanted to save the butts of three of us.
u of course were sweet enough to think about how we felt.
and u wanted to pass this compilation on to us to edit it and rephrase all the words
and asks us to send to you to see if it has what u wanted to express...
u disappear to another part of the world
u never ask for the work
but its alright
u already give us such a pleasant surprise didnt u?
plus, u signed off with 'love';
what else could i ask for?
and very importantly
when i frantically cant get to sleep cos i got freaking many projects to rush
and i manage to finish collating all 28 pages of hard work
of not sleeping, of not even having enough time for other work,
and the printing shop uncle, while binding my thick pile of work,
destroyed the edges accidentally and in the end i had to photocopy my work
cos of the long Queue, i didnt have time to print again
i mean its all fine - ur surprise is enough to last me thru the weeks
no binding errors could spoil my day.
even if the edges of my binded work fell apart and i had to staple them
amidst half open eyes,
no worries, man.
and when i stepped into the prof's room
he gave me a quizzical look and asked if our grp had problems
and that u had written to him and said u were doing a report
whilst we had already expressed our concern that the previous one me and her was quite out of tangent.
wow.
is that ur second surprise?
is that why when i was rushing my butt off last nite
i cant get u on ur phone?
cant get ur matric number or ur bibliography?
ur phone is switched off still.
and my prof was so nice to ask me if i wanted him to send u a note that we had already handed in the copy.
and he asked me if this was all three of our work. equal?
i said yes.
one wrong (or many surprises, for ur case) does not beget another wrong
i dont see the point in telling on you
cos at least i believe in integrity in work
if u find this funny
if u find that u love giving surprises at the last freaking minute
please have the basic courtesy to tell us.
u freaking screwed up my day.
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