Paris Hilton:
"Every woman should have 4 animals in her life; A mink in her wadrobe, a jaguar in her garage, a tiger in her bed, and a jackass to pay for everything."Strangely enough - and I can't believe I'm saying this - that's probably the most quotable and halfway sensible quip Paris Hilton has come up with. I'm still reeling over the 'Barbie is my role model' line.
And for the record, I've spent 37 hours in front a computer this entire week, keying in about 10 000 names into the clinic's database. SAVE ME! Well at the very least I'm getting paid and its pretty decent pay I suppose. And my boss is nice too!
On the other hand, my very short teaching stint was not bad at all. An average of 1 tutorial class per day and the pay was
very comfortable indeed. I've also found out that regular staffroom entertainment in Oldham wing is rushing to the windows and securing a good spot to watch students who shoddily attempt to skip school by climbing over the backgate! This of course is followed by various threats including 'Stop! We've got a camera!' and occasional mutterings like 'Pon school also don't know how to pon properly...'. Teachers can be so hilarious when out of the classroom - seriously! Another popular form of staffroom entertainment was (and still is I suspect) inspecting what people wore to work. In fact, the entire Geog department doubles up as the resident fashion police squad with Ms Leow at the helm. Our morning routine included reporting to Ms Leow and having her give us the once-over before deeming us fit for public viewing. Then off to assembly.
And speaking of fashion, this actually came off a runway in Barcelona and is the most bizzare thing I've ever seen.
Now. What is that???? We're seriously breaking away from fashion reality and drifting dangerously into UFO land.
Its practically fluroscent. Like some futuristic mosquito coil. Or a variant of that monster on the posters for Korean horror flick, Infection. Perhaps a very scary abayaa or raincoat? An unimaginative Halloween costume masquerading as avante garde fashion? I don't know. Weird doesnt even begin to describe it. What do you think?
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I find that writing out stuff in Spanish helps expand my vocabuarly - which is rather limited at present. I think I should do this more often to improve. Besides its fun. :)
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hola Anjali! Que tal? yo estoy un poco enferma y mareada…y tu? estas muy bien? estoy aburrida Anjali…quiero nadar, pero estoy muy perezosa. Haha.
Oh BTW…Anjali, donde trabajas???
Manana, trabajo en la escuela, ACJC – enseno Historia. tambien, yo trabajo en la clinica; soy de secretario.
quiero miro la pelicula, ‘Memoirs of a Geisha’. y tu? (como se dice ‘accompany me’ en espanol? Hmm…) en todo caso, accompany me por favor? me gustan los trailers! (pero no me gusta Zhang Ziyi!)
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I think I'm conjugating wrongly though. Oh well, I hope I'm intelligible Anjali.
Anyway, while we're on the subject of languages, I've decided that I also need to speak better Chinese. And I think one of the best and most pain-free ways I can improve is by watching more Chinese TV...But not channel 8 dramas omg. They perenially feature extended family feuds, family-owned hawker centres/food courts/restaurants/eating franchises/cafes/bistros/fast food centres and of course, the inevitable joke about Fiona Xie's assets.
Oh and to severely digress, is it just me, or is it not true that most Star Award best actor/actress nominees are those who act as 1. Someone who has a lot of angry, yelling scenes. 2. A mad or mentally impaired person 3. Someone ugly? The naggy but well-intentioned best friend with plenty of unsolicited advice, the sad sister who possibly was abused and the gambling/alcoholic/gangster/adulterous guy who abused her end up with Best Supporting nominations.
Anyway going back to the subject of improving my Chinese, I think I'd rather watch korean dramas dubbed over in chinese. Although to be fair, the story lines are actually also terribly predictable with the standard love quadrangle, terminally ill person, illegitimate child with default sad, impoverished childhood and MIA parent (who incidentally is CEO of a really big chaebol in Seoul) But for some reason, they're more riveting and addictive. Maybe its the acting. Or the absence of heavy moralizing (Don't have an extra-marital affair!) and strong didacticism (Have more babies!). Maybe Song Hae Gyo is more endearing. Or maybe its something as simple like they're no stale Fiona Xie jokes.
Oh and there's a really funny article I saw at wikipedia. Did you know that there's a North Korean television program called "
Let's trim our hair in accordance with the socialist lifestyle"?? Seriously. Apparently they force people to go on interviews about their hair and the show criticizes those with bad haircuts! @_@
So I wonder what they say about a certain leader with a certain bouffant hairstyle? Hm.
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On the bright side.
I got my first paycheck!
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Aiya irritating people/things/objects/memories, just get out of my life. I can't be bothered to deal with you anymore. Just go away and leave me alone and disappear or something. Stop plaguing me before I sleep and harraunging me when I wake up.
Just when I was moaning about how (delightfully) boring and (charmingly) uncomplicated my life was, I had to step in, mess everything up and abruptly jolt myself out of my (enchantingly) placid existence.
Great.Ok now be gone irritants! Flee!
Oh god I think I have to clean it up myself. Sigh.
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Was on the phone with Gwen 2 days ago.
Gwen: Jeanne...I want a boyfriend who's rich and dying.
Jeanne: Oh so
now you want a boyfriend after you rejected my attempts to match make you.
Gwen: But that guy wasn't even rich and dying!
Jeanne: Well he was one of the two! So that counts for something.
Gwen: Oh. Which one then? Rich? Or old and dying?
Jeanne: ...He's serving NS now, what do you think?
Gwen: *dismissively* Ah so he must be dying then.
I've suddenly found myself with 3 jobs! And possibly four come March so I'll have to quit something! Don't ask me how or why I landed up in this situation!
Working is stressful. >.<
Its strange that while I used to complain about wanting to find a job, now I wish I were unemployed and enjoying my free time. Life plays very strange tricks. Very strange indeed.
Next week I relief teach at AC. Time to start brushing up on the origins of the Cold War and Nukes.
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Yesterday I went to this Multi-level Marketing thing for an interview - if you could call it an interview. I always thought that in job interviews the candidate is supposed to answer questions and talk about himself to the interviewer. Well apparently the process is being reversed. I answered a grand total of two and a half questions ("How do I pronounce your name?") yesterday before the interviewer launched into this monologue about the product and the company. Hm. Though I have to say if all interviews were like that, it would be much less stressful for the candidate.
So anyway after the non-interview I went for some 'product orientation'...and I realized that Fear can be a very useful marketing tool. They're distributing this special kind of water and as they compared it to normal tap water (complete with little science demonstrations and all) the people in the room began to get increasingly disturbed by all our new-found knowledge. So I was wondering if any science person - or persons with the remoteness idea of chemistry/biology - could help verify these 'facts' claimed at the product orientation yesterday:
So called Fact #1. Normal water molecules are too large for the body to absorb. Which is why when you drink cold water/coffee etc you find yourself making more bathroom trips. However when you drink say, hot coffee, you find its more effective in keeping you awake. This is because when its hot, the molecules break apart and are easier to absorb.
So called Fact #2. Isotonic drinks or those that purport to give you more energy diminish your bone marrow. When consumed by guys, they reduce your sperm count by 10 because bone marrow produces sperm or something.
So called Fact #3.Water with chlorine (such as tap water), when boiled, produces a chemical substance (trichloride blahblahblah) which is cancerous.
So called Fact #4. As we grow older, the ions in our body diminish which is why older people feel more lethargic. Therefore, replenishing our body with this calcium ions enhanced water will make us feel more perky. Experiment shown where electricity was run through the calcium water and the bulb lit up. But not so for normal water. Based on my limited knowledge (mostly forgotten after 2 years in the arts) its because more ions were present in the former to conduct electricity- right, right, right??? Haha so, what's the term, its like those electrolysis experiments we used to learn about in chemistry!
So called Fact #5. Our once neutral/alkaline bodies (save for the stomach) become more acidic because of the air we breathe and the food we consume (including normal water with chlorine and flouride - litmus test performed!). Acidic conditions may help bred bacteria therefore daily consumption of 'alkaline' calcium water would partially alleviate such acidity.
So called Fact #5. Water rich in calcium ions helps slow down the process of aging - experiment shown: Put 2 iron nails in normal water and calcium water. The former rusts much faster.
Ok so any science genius out there? Pls help clarify so I can drink my normal tap water in peace. Thankyou!
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Oooh...I have just discovered the wonders of technology.
I am so ignorant.
Now time to (re)discover photoshop!
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I'm sick!
Anyway to all the people going into army today, good luck and good bye!
Went to Simply Bread yesterday with
Sarah,
Gwen and
Pea where we ordered Everything...yea that's actually the name of a sandwich. Its for people who can't decide what they want in their sandwich so they just go for every filling they have. It was actually quite good; Like a healthy version of a Hamburger. Then Sarah's mum (who bought us lunch) put us all to shame when she told us enthusiastically about the 42.5 km marathon she'd just completed.
42.5km!! Does such a number exist?? She's so...out of this world. I can't even run a quarter of that distance!
Gwen: Hey Sarah, your mum started running when she was 19. So if you start now, you can be as hot as her when you're her age!
Haha we're all being upstaged by our mums! Seriously. I went to this shop at Bugis Village the other day with my own mum, and this over zealous salesguy started gushing about how much 'fashion sense' my mum had before looking at me and then looking away. Sigh. Depressing.
Ok I severely digress :P
So anyway, after a bitchfest-slash-gossip session yesterday, we have again proven Sarah's theory that we are the Mean Girls incarnate, complete with sharpened claws and spiteful hisses. All of us are, to some extent, catty Reginas underneath the guise of our humdrum, boring, scandal-deprived lives! Particularly after we indulged shamelessly in ice cream and yet another fascinating tale (in a long string of tales in fact) about persons who harbour severe delusions of grandeur. Complete with token interjections of 'Oh my god she
did that?' and 'she's such a (insert derogatory comment)!'.
I think its a no-brainer that every girl (and perhaps every guy) is disposed to bitching. So is anyone ever truly nice? I think nice is an overused word. Like when we lack adjectives to describe people we hardly know or even those we think we know, we fall back saying 'oh, he/she is nice'. So then what is nice anyway? Alternatively, we say someone is 'nice' to justify a subsequent long tirade about that person, so we feel better about ourselves. So then is niceness also becoming self-serving? Like, we think we've at least brought up that one redeeming, positive factor (however meagre), so it makes our bitching about someone more 'balanced'. So then I guess we'd be not much more better that whoever it is we're talking about.
But hey, this is probably something we already know. Haha ok time to stop overrationalizing and acting smart!
And in any case, I suppose bitching can also be therepeutic can't it? It lets out unexpressed anger and annoyance lest we turn these destructive emotions onto ourselves!
But then again, that's probably me justifying myself.
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I demand a refund.
How can the nozzle head of a fabric paint bottle have no hole??
Grr.
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Sort of had like an old neighbour's gathering yesterday. Mum, Ian and I had lunch with Joelle and her mum.. minus the other ex-neighbour who-shall-not-be-named for once! She's been trailing along for our yearly lunches for the past 2 years, 'leaching off' (as Ian puts it) while making unfavourable comments about other peoples' weight. Sigh. Do I sense my nasty side rearing its head? Oh well.
Anyway, these meetings fall into a very predictable pattern after a while; a confrontation inevitably ensues after each meal (which happens to be a lot - lunch, dessert, tea and dinner). It always goes something like:
Mum: I'll pay this time.
Joelle's mum: *as if she heard the most appalling thing ever*
Huhh? No no no I'll pay ....
Mum: *waves it aside* No no no I'll pay...its my treat.
Joelle's mum: *frantically* No! Its alright! *pulls out wallet*
Mum: *violently* NO!! You have a family to feed!
Jo's mum: But you paid last year!
Mum: You can pay next year then! *whips out credit card*
Jo's mum: No really! Don't do this! *whips out her own card*
Mum: *intones to waitress* Don't accept her card!
I mean they literally arm wrestled to give their Visas to the rather befuddled waitress
. After every meal! Haha and then when Ian suggested they split the bill they gave him another shocked look.
'No la....can afford it....why split the bill...'
'No! Don't you pay!'On the upside, my mum tends to be very generous on such occasions! Went on a shopping spree that same day, where we spent 2 hours in Guess. Whooppee! Joelle, we should really have more of such lunches/teas/dinners! Of course Ian naturally got quite bored with all the fussing over Guess bags. And whilst we lingered at a shop he did a detour, walked through the entire Citylink, browsed in HMV, bought a CD and came back to where we were standing, still contemplating which toiletry bag looked prettier. Then he made some abrupt excuse to leave and we found him that evening at home playing computer games. Sigh. So typical.
anyway, going off to town now to get craft materials. See you!
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Ok it looks like I haven't kept to my post- A resolution to blog more. Oh well.
Think I've been procrastinating on a lot of things this December. I suppose I better start on those things I'm supposed to do pretty soon. Grr.
Random thought: I hope I can get into Law. I don't think I have given my future much thought and now the prospects are quite scary.
Well anyway, Happy New Year to everyone! Went to the Eski bar place yesterday out of curiousity. I think pubs are wasted on me since I don't drink and that's the whole point of going to a pub isn't it? So Gz ended up finishing three-quarters of my drink and getting all red in the face. (whoops) Here I must add: Why are the drinks considered 'sweet' by many people never sweet to me??? Is there some problem with my tastebuds? And Sylvia thinks I'm prone to getting stone drunk easily - yea right!
But anyway, it was an ...extremely Cold experience. Apparently the temperature is set close to freezing point, and they loan out these cute Japanese-tourist-esque windbreakers/jackets for people who haven't anything warm to put on. I suppose its quite smart because maybe people buy more drinks if its cold? Haha random speculation.
Sigh need to get a life. And a job.
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