The weather is attempting to murder me, lor.

A Primary 2 girl gave me 2 drawings she did, which took me by surprise,  because all I did that day was prance round the classroom like a newly-escaped tigress who lost her cubs. I absolutely breached international safety guidelines for bad vibes emission. She even gave me a little hug before she went home!

I think her drawing of me looks uncannily like me.

They like to give me drawings and I find it so sweet. Some more drawings by students:

Hmm decipher the meaning of this one? Cat will evolve into dog/pig, and then elephant, and nothing’s left in the end except a foot print.

By Jayde, who’s a very sweet girl with the best manners.

By Drago, who’s my friend Cleopatra’s brother! He’s only 8 this year. He’s also very well-mannered and never fails to greet me.

Maybe I shd send future kids to drawing lessons so they’ll all be well-mannered.


小时候看过一部电影, 主角在车里被枪击,子弹进入后脑,他却没感觉,以为自己侥幸逃过枪林弹雨, 过后才察觉有血溢出, 发现自己中抢了。



Of potatoes and kids

Went jogging for the first time in years today. I didn’t die. Guess I can do it again tomorrow. If I manage to shed my couch potato ways the Health Promotion Board should name me as its spokesperson.

But blah, I found to my horror that I can no longer cycle. After a night’s deliberation, I tried at my void deck, constantly embarrassed by the presence of passers-by. I still ram into walls. Not being able to cycle at the ripe old age of 21 is a joke. And I thought it’s one of those skills that never leave you once you’ve acquired it. I’m sad. I only jogged as it seemed a waste not to, since I was already perspiring from ramming into walls.

My sense of adventure (however warped) is inspired by the travelogue of Zhang Su Li, titled “A Backpack and A Bit Of Luck – stories of a traveller with no sense of direction”. Borrowed it yesterday and couldnt put it down. I simply need to do something with my life instead of vegetating into manure. Even manure has a use. I need to go out and happen to things, instead of waiting for things to happen to me.

Been teaching. Kids are so unconditioned by the evils of society they break my heart. The way they look at me, it’s as if they are giving their heart and soul to me whole, despite me being such a meanie teacher. A boy asked me to taste his handmade Filipino kueh. And he said:

“May I tell you something, Miss Poh?

“Yes” (sweetly- how can I not be sweet to him!?)

“Do you want me to tell you how to make it?”

“Didn’t you already tell me just now?”

“But do you still remember?”

“Uhh.. no…” (he totally rambled in his Filipino-accented English. I was so amused I didn’t really register anything!)

“Ok, I write down for you!”

And so I got:


It’s high time I abstain from blogging. An imaginary blog exists in my brain and I post entries there at least 20 times a day.

Say No to the Needless

People who shop with me will know I reject plastic bags whenever possible. Bra made me feel quite embarrassed that day, cos she kinda “Wah! Every plastic bag you also dont want!” and basically didnt reject a single one when we shopped.

(This bag-rejecting habit has impacted my life so much my family once ran out of bags for household refuse. 😛 I also get irritated when I see people not rejecting plastic bags when they obviously dont need them. I’m sure girls with the fashionably big bags nowadays dont need p.bags for every single item they buy)

She’s disturbed that NUS recently imposed a 10 cents charge for plastic bags campus wide while I’m disturbed that the gahmen has yet to impose such charges islandwide. If I’m not wrong, IKEA is the only retailer in Singapore to charge customers for plastic bags.

To be honest, sometimes I feel there’s no purpose in my being environmentally-conscious. What difference would a few plastic bags make?

The talk at Awareness Place yesterday served as a timely reaffirmation of my actions before I revert to my old plastic-bag-stashing ways. (Btw, Chyork went too! He’s so on! And I saw Boon Kian without expecting to. It’s high time I drag bring more friends along to stop the KMS gang from mistaking poor Chyork for my boyfriend.)

In his talk Earth Day Special: Environmental Mindfulness, the speaker Joe Lim (Project Manager, from non-profit Singapore Environment Council) reminded me that:

  • Although a few degrees’ rise in temperature seems pretty harmless, it will trigger new diseases. The poorest people in the world are going to be the worst hit as they won’t have the means to deal with such problems.
  • Recycling is in itself a pollutive process, because electricity is needed and pollutants are given out. Most people, like me, will buy things according to our whims and fancies thinking, “It’s awrrite, I can always recycle the packaging”. We kinda forget that the preventive measures of reducing and reusing are much more helpful.

I’ll think twice before buying things now! Even as a girl, the age-old mystery of how girls can never have enough bags, clothes, and shoes still confounds me. Rational thinking slowly abandons us when we see aforementioned objects of desire. It seems like guys are increasingly victims of this. (Hor, Eric?)

As for Bra, I doubt our gap in ideas is going to be bridged anytime soon, and green-preaching is not going to work for anyone under 25. But I hope I can move her with my actions.

I’m also quite tired of finding myself left with up to 5 plastic bags big and small after my seemingly-innocent dimsum binge. One for the siewmai, one for the yam cake, and one for the bao. To top it off, I get a a big one to carry all the small ones. I’ve had enough. A lunchbox will be picked out as one of the lucky permanent residents in my bag soon.

Wish me luck.

A mug of Earl Grey tea now sits faithfully by my laptop amidst the tabletop paraphernalia, and I feel less alone in my struggle to complete bastard essay by tomorrow. A cup of tea solves everything. Wish me luck.

I have other more interesting things to blog about, but the niggling worry holds me back. Many words and thoughts gushing through mind like a tsunami these days, all irrelevant to essay, unfortunately. I even wrote a short story in Chinese that day. I’m still undecided on the middle part although the start and end are properly conceived.

Bastard hag of a neighbour threw what looked like the contents of a bird’s nest onto our laundry. Ball of long, grey hair (hers) and twig-like stuff. The next time I see her, I will murder confront her. Wish me luck.

Must rave


I’ve finally found a good online replacement for my yellowed 现代汉语新词典 which I’ve been using since Sec 1!

It’s got meanings in both English and Chinese, it’s a breeze to use and it’s so very, very helpful!

I no longer need to translate stuff at snail speed!

It’s definitely the best tech-related thing I’ve encountered since the Reverse Dictionary, Photojojo and Mozilla Firefox.

I’m a big fan of Firefox. Internet Explorer really looks like a bawling, drooling toddler beside its suave, multitasking, intelligent counterpart.

Out there

这几天早上 在半梦半醒之间 都会做很多梦 多数都是不祥的梦 让睡和醒之间的我应接不暇

最夸张的一次是梦到被恐怖分子追杀(不是mas selamat) 几逼真一下

接连几天的噩梦 让我怀疑自己是不是压力太大了 我真的不知道

终于把自己从床上揪下来时 都会想 还是别睡的好 不会被那些噩梦搞得心里七上八下

现实和梦境的分别 就在于一个需要面对/承担 另一个不用 醒来后又是一个新开始

醒来后 一旦遇到了我最终需要面对的不怎么愉快的事实 实在有点怅然

我现在就是酱。 我会恢复过来的吧 训练自己不要太乐观 也不要悲观 重点是不要有任何期待

i’ve tried my best, and i should move on.

at times like this, i feel like a kid who’s robbed deprived of chances to prove herself in the scary world of adults. i really wish to go out there; see how i will fare.

比起平时的游手好闲,今天好忙,到了bugis 和mohd sultan road 面试。去陌生的地方我都会紧张,害怕迷路。其实地方很好找, 我多虑了。

两位代表都很友善, 所以过程大致上是舒服、自在的。 面试完后,有点白痴地在想:“哎呀 为什么没有说这个, 会加分咧” “我怎么回答得那么牛头不对马嘴”“我刚才的表现够 mass comm 吗?”“我是不是说了不该说的话?”“我刚才怎么一直拨弄头发?!!”


尽力了, 就别去想了! 结果会在这星期内揭晓。。。 怕怕。

我是很想换份新工作的。当代课老师,收入虽然可观,可是我已开始厌倦那里的一些作风。这也不是一份可以为我的履历表增添姿彩的工作。想换换环境, 接触新的人, 学点新的东西。

老爸买榴莲了! 幸福到爆。 榴莲是幸福, 妈妈煮的菜是幸福, 《阿旺新传》是幸福, 《青蛙王子拜金女》是幸福, 幸福真的可以很简单。日子, 静静的就好。

Been a long time since I last made a list

  1. woke at a glorious 5.30 am today and went to 普觉寺 and 净名佛学社 to pay respects to ancestors with family. it’s qing ming. i dont feel tired at all. must be all the unused energy saved from idling for the past few days.
  2. trying to translate stuff at snail speed. trying to do anything without faith or conviction is pretty pointless, i realise. i am increasingly cynical of some things and people and it’s quite unsettling.
  3. i predict a slew of whining posts to appear here in the next 2 weeks or so. got a crappy philosophy essay to write and i hope to die.
  4. the new wordpress platform kind of sucks. i only managed to embed a video after 524 tries.
  5. the shows on TV nowadays are nice! i mourn the passing of 一房半厅一水缸! it’s one of the nicest drama serials Mediacorp has produced in what, 10 years? the last show that i faithfully followed was shuang tian zhi zun 2! there is hope yet for local drama! it’s the ONLY drama (apart from shuang tian zhi zun and chu lu) in Singapore TV history that deserves a sequel, having captured the hearts of so many with its witty one-liners and dead-accurate portrayal of everyday Singaporeans. if Mediacorp can churn out more shows like this, i might just stop my boycott against local drama serials.
  6. This is what the audience wants! wake up, mediacorp! No more auntie catfights like in 同心圆! watching it for 5 seconds felt like i had poison forced down my throat. I wish I cld name more of those nonsensical shows, but the mere memory of them is just too hard to bear.
  7. i love ah wang xin zhuan and the korean show about the materialistic spinster and handsome golfer.
  8. anyways, mediacorp ought to be fined, stoned and shamed in public for telecasting irrelevant period dramas or 古装剧 on both channels U and 8 on weekend primetime! it’s outright television blasphemy!
  9. i wish i could go on, but dinner beckons.