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New look!

Curiosity got the better of me. After a year of the same template, my itchy fingers was dying to try something new. And after a bit of fiddling around, a new look. What do you think?

Still dont know how to add in colour to the sidebar boxes though. Css is wierd.

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Anyway, had a lovely and relaxing week from Hari Raya, spending time and get togethers with families.

Hari Raya is a day for forgiveness and the strengthening of bonds. Start afresh. Start anew.

Feels a little different this year though. Ketupats seem to be rarer to be seen these days and lontong pieces doesnt seem to be as soft as before.


Picture of ketupat stolen from Pniiwof blog

Okay I admit it, I dont know how to weave a ketupat. My aunt tried to teach me, when I was a little girl. But the only thing I managed to weave is my fingers. It was so hard! So according to Malay sayings, I’ll never get married :/

But I remember helping mum make lontongs till after a while, she got busy and now, we just buy the factory made ones. It doesnt taste the same though. Now I dont really have the mood to eat them anymore.

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This article from the Sunday times newspaper caught my eye.

It says that by taking 9 days leave, we could have 43 days of rest. Quite impressive. Having more rest days is always a good thing 🙂

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Spending Deepavali holidays in Geylang

Happy deepavali to all my Hindu friends 🙂

Hari Raya is just a few more days to go!

Visited Geylang today. Heard that it would be the last year that Geylang would be around before it gets demolished for an upgrade.

As a kid, my parents brought me here quite frequently every time during the fasting month and I remember the warm, if a little stuffy alleys of geylang serai, full of people selling clothes, food and other cultural needs.

I’ve always enjoyed walking through these mazes of shops that leads round and around and exploring which little corner that I can stumble to. Sometimes it will lead me to a delicious snack corner full of delicious traditional cakes and sometimes it will lead me to a clothes stall, full of baju kurongs. It was always exciting for me to walk around.

Am a little sad to see these alleys go. We’ll never experience the old style geylang any more from next year onwards. Am going to miss it.


Stall selling colourful scarves and headgear


Lovely kebayas for sale for about S$50


During the fasting month there are many boxes like these – donations are used for the poor and needy


Crowded with other nostalgic people, like me


Man cooking ayam percik (Original one, on a stick tastes better!)


Man selling off lemang (bamboo filled with rice, slowly cooked over an open fire)


I’ve no idea what he’s cooking. But it looks so cool


Selling kuih raya (cakes and snacks)


Kebabs! Mmmm …


Seafood! Mmmm …

Man cooking Dengdeng (what a cute name) a type of thinly stripped bbq’ed marinated meat


Display of kuih raya

Putu bambu (coconut snack with sugar inside) I like!

It was easier for me to take pictures here as compared to Chinatown Most were happy to have their pictures taken. I chatted with some of the shopkeepers and he told me. “One day, maybe in 10 or 15 years from now, those pictures will be valuable”

To me, the pictures are already valuable. But the good memories, is the most valuable of all. I will miss Geylang.

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what a wierd week

Wahoo! Its now been a year since the first entry to Rinaz Bloggariffic has been published. Happy happy birthday to bloggie!

Looking back to this day, about a year ago :

  • I was helping out with the West Spring technology club students in an Animation Competition. We were also getting ready to move to the new campus.
  • My computer was down and I couldnt play secondlife so I used my brother’s laptop to talk on the forums and got to know my dearest better.
  • Started to get extremely stressed out because of my previous company’s antics. Visually apparent from my face. Easily depressed.

One year ago, I’d never thought that I’d experience the things that has happened to me during these 12 months. I never thought that I’d ever leave West Spring and go to Shuqun and I didnt think that I’d take photography seriously. I didnt even think about taking A levels nor did I ever imagine that I’d ever go to Italy and neither did I imagine that I’d fall in love …

As far as maturity goes, I still do stupid things every now and then. Like auditioning for a television programme even though I know that I have absolutely NO chance of getting to the next stage. Breaking a pair of shoes for the Nth time. Setting a date to meet and then cancelling it, and then setting it up again and then cancelling it again. What can I say, I’m impulsive and a little spontaneous.

I dont regret doing stupid things though … We only live once. Life is too short to worry about every single mistake that we do. I want to look forward to the future and learn from the past. I want spend a good day and remember yesterday but just remember … never to linger and dwell too much.

I just want to be happy.

Now that I’m 27, I dont know if I’ve grown any wiser as compared to some years back. Gosh … 27 … I cant even start to fathom that. How did time pass by so quickly? As a kid, I never thought that I’d ever grow up to become 20. Now I cant even imagine being 30. And thats just 3 years from now.

Sometimes I think about the things that I should have done, things that I could have achieved. Goals that I should have accomplished. Just like ‘so and so’. But I know that I can never be like them. I am me. And I’d like the be the best that only I can be.

Anyway, enough with the nonsensical ramblings and lets get down with it. (with MORE nonsensical ramblings)

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What a week.

I think I got a little too carried away with the graduation video.I was a little frustrated that the program wouldnt let me burn it to a vcd format. I decided to try to do a big no-no which was to try to get a crack for the trial version of the Ulead Video editing program. Before I knew it, I had a few viruses in my computer which I thought my anti-virus was able to pick up.

Confidently, I deleted the virii and thought that it was all good. Chatted with my dearest and decided to restart my computer when firefox decided to hang on me. Compy restarted as usual and went to the desktop as usual. But I couldnt control my mouse anymore and the whole screen just froze.

No matter how many times I restarted the computer, no matter how many times I screamed compy just looked coldly back at me. I was extremely, extremely frustrated. I spent the entire morning editing the video and it was all for naught. All my hard work. How on earth am I going to go to work the next day? Needless to say, I was extremely upset. Stupid virus. I was tired and sick from the flu and sore throat and feeling extremely low.

I was contemplating on reformatting my computer. I was just about to press the reformat key when my dearest adviced against it. “You’ll lose all your work!” and he added “why dont you bring your hard disk to school and see if the information can be extracted”

Which I did, the next day, I asked if Clement, the tech guru (and my current best friend) where I was working at, to see if he could help check out what was wrong with my compy. And he helped to delete away the virii which was *still* residing in the hard disk and extracted a few of the precious files that I was working at.

That cheered me up a little, that my work wasnt completely gone. I thanked Clement for helping me and I installed the hard disk back into my compy. I still had the same problem where it restarted and just got stuck at the desktop. Then I decided to reformat the computer. But this time, I didnt feel so bad since I’ve already saved the important files.

(Why on earth do I have so much issues with computers?)

Anyway, the next day, I found that my mobile phone doesnt want to be charged when I plugged the charger in. “Whats wrong, now?”, I asked it, furiously poking it. I brought it for the mobile phone carts to take a look at. The man who was at the counter fiddled a little with my mobile, took it apart and then fiddled with it some more and eventually concluded that my mobile phone ‘mother board’ had an error in it, making it having problems when trying to recharge. You could get it fixed, but its cheaper to buy a new phone altogether. Anyway, you can use the desktop charger to recharge your battery.

I looked at the mobile phones that was on display. Most of them were above $200 dollars. Which was a fair price for a Nokia 7260. However, I didnt feel like spending any moolah this month after being quite extravagant last month, spending over the same amount over the studio shots. And anyways, I only use the mobile phone for sms’s and calls. I dont really have any need for mms or gprs or camera or those new fangled stuff. My pre paid sim card doesnt allow it either. Undeniably, I’m quite tempted though, the phone looks sexilicious.

The week passed by quite busily with loads and loads of stuff to do, conducting surveys, helping out in alot of things for the graduation ceremony. Teachers came to me one by one to ask me for help in different things (some not related to I.T. even lol!) One teacher even asked me to help edit a password protected document. I had to crack my head at trying to fix that problem. I’m not a hacker!

In the end, I redid the document by scratch. It was much easier to do that compared to trying to guess or crack the password to the document.

Pheeww!

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Thursday. Accompanied the vice principal and the operations manager to Yishun Town Secondary School to have a look-see. The vp tells me that the school was undergoing ‘PRIME’ which means that the school will be going for an upgrade and the current building will soon be demolished. The VP wants to see what things that could be salvaged from the school.

I was quite amazed by the school. The building looked just like Shuqun secondary. The wings were exactly the same. The general office, the library, the corridor. It was like quantum leap where its the same world, but a parallel dimension.

We walked around the the area and I was just amazed at how similar everything was. Impressive school. I saw how disciplined the students was there and watched the students marching in their parade (reminded me of when I was back in secondary school) and observed the students studying in the library. I wondered to myself if this would be a school where I’d enroll my future kids at. Students here looks extremely disciplined. I didnt even see one student with their tee-shirt tucked out. And I think that speaks volumes about the school.

VP says that its a good school where the principal came from a military background. He’s a disciplinarian where he’s like the stern father who looks after his children with an iron fist. He expects the best possible out of everyone and he puts in a big effort too. He believes that before any one can have a positive attitude, the physical environment has to be perfect. If there’s a small crack in the mirror, he’d pester the person in charge to fix it. Anything that isnt working well is to be repaired.

A nice environment makes nice people.

What a nice philosophy.

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Friday. Graduation ceremony. Busy day, with the taking of photos and the video taping of the ceremony (how did I become the publicity team? lol) I took loads of pictures that my finger was so stiff after staying at the button for ages.

It was a nice ceremony. I liked seeing the students looking so happy. (during my time, we never had a graduation ceremony! *waves cane around) Eventually, the grand finale came and I was looking at the students faces while the video was being shown.

They liked it! And the teachers were quite impressed too. (really feeds the ego to have people say that)

I still cant convert it to a full movie, so I did the next best thing, which was to videotape the video. The quality isnt so good, but its something right?

I think I’ll end here for the moment. Till the next time. 🙂

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Carrie : Oh wow.

Aleksandr : What?

Carrie : That is some strong coffee. Oh. Well, no wonder you work all night.

Aleksandr : Thats the way I like it.

Carrie : I could need a little milk in this.

Aleksandr : Then its not espresso. Milk will ruin it. Keep sipping it. You’ll see.

Carrie : I need to talk to you about something

Aleksandr : Yes?

Carrie : You know the other day, when I was talking about my friend?

Aleksandr : The one with cancer.

Carrie : Her name is Samantha. I just felt like, you werent very sensitive about my feelings. I mentioned her and your first response was to tell me about your friend.

Aleksandr : Who died, yeah.

Carrie : Yes. See exactly.

Alexandr looks puzzled

Carrie : I’m sorry about your friend. But my friend, is going to be fine.

Aleksandr : Then my friend died.

Carrie : See! You’re doing it again.Not every one dies.

Aleksandr : Then they are lucky.

Carrie : Okay, I … Maybe I’m not being very clear.

Aleksandr : You’re being clear. You dont want your friend to die.

Carrie : Please stop saying die!

Aleksandr : But to be realistic, you must acknowledge this possibility, yes?

Carrie : No! They caught it early, its stage one. She’s having the cadillac of chemo. No! She is going to be fine. And your scaring me isnt helping.

Aleksandr : All I’m saying when my friend died …

Carrie : Hey! I dont know why, but you are not listening to me!

Aleksandr : You are not listening to ME!

Carrie : Are you kidding me? All I’ve said is, Please. Dont. Talk. About. Your. Friend. Who. Died.

Aleksandr : Her name is Sophie.

Carrie : I’m leaving

Aleksandr : What are you talking about? We’re having espresso!

Carrie : No! We’re not having espresso. WE are not listening!

Aleksandr : Sit down. Finish your coffee.

Carrie gulps the hot drink

Aleksandr : Its hot

Carrie grimaces and coughs

Carrie : I’m leaving. You know, I asked you, not to mention your friend. Now all I can think about, is your friend. And my friend, has nothing to do with your friend.

Aleksandr : I think you’re acting like a child.

Carrie : And I think you’re acting like an asshole.

Aleksandr : Maybe you should go right now.

Carrie : I’m already going!

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Some weeks later
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Aleksandr : I didn’t think I would hear from you

Carrie : I was upset. Now you know, I need you to not talk. So that I can say this without you confusing me. Samantha is my friend, she’s my family, my insides. She will be fine, because she has to be fine. That is how important she is to me. So, for you to say that she just might not be just … its feels very … hurtful. And really uncessesary.

Aleksandr : Let me explain. My friend who died.

Carrie : God!

Aleksandr : Wait. Wait. When she died. I was suprised. The amount of pain. I didnt want you to be surprised like I was.

Carrie : Well, you could have just said that

Aleksandr : We are different

Carrie : Yes we are. I need my relationship with a little bit of milk.

Aleksandr : Its clear who the writer is, huh? Your friend will be fine.

Carrie : Thank you. And I’m sorry about Sophie.

Aleksandr : Thank you.

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Laa laa laa

Daisypath Ticker
Ti amo tanto tanto tanto 🙂

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Found a whole folder containing some mp3’s in my work computer and decided to dump some of the songs into my mp3 player. While listening to them on on the bus on my way to night class, I was totally gripped by one of the songs. It was called She’s Gone by Steelheart

Man, my eyebrows just arched whilst listening to it. Really. Really really. I was like:


She’s gone,
Out of my life.
I was wrong,
I’m to blame,
I was so untrue.
I can’t live without her love.

In my life
There’s just an empty space.
All my dreams are lost,
I’m wasting away.

Forgive me. Girrrrrrrrl.

uhhhrrrrrllll

WRRRRLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!

LADY! WONT YOU SAVE ME??

MY HEART BELONGS TO YOU!

LADY, CAN YOU FORGIVE ME?

FOR ALL I’VE DONE TO YOU

LADY. OH LADYYYYYY.

OH LADDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!

Arrghh!!!

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Ahh .. Back to normal and feeling sheepish.

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Anyway, I was a little early to night class and my General Paper teacher, Mr Chako was there. His eyes were swollen, poor thing. It hurts just to look at him. He told me that he had an infection and the bad thing was, he was allergic to anti-biotics.

And he still went to work after given a few days leave.

Really gotta hand it to the man for being so dedicated to his work. He still felt sorry for himself though and mumbled a “Gosh, I feel so aged and tired, not like you, you’re young and pretty”

Huh? What?

“Pretty, you’re pretty and have good features. If you dont mind me saying, if you have no zits, you’d be stunning”

Uh .. Okay, thanks.

For the next few minutes, we talked about zits. I thought that zits were because of genetics. My mum had zits, and my grandmother and though I never seen her before, probably my great-grandmother and the one before and the one before. So therefore, I’d get zits too.

Mr Chako disagreed. He believes that pimples are treatable through medication and other remedies. And he began to talk about tetracyclene and facial regiments such as saloons and spas.

Thanks, but no thanks. I’ll never go to facials. I hate the extraction method that they do. It was super painful. I must have cried at the end of every session that I stopped and just gave the salon the cold shoulder.

And currently, I’m seeing a doctor for my skin malaise. It would take a longer time, but at least, there’s no painful poking involved. I asked him if zits were caused by genetics and he replied

“Well, the formation of pimples may be formed due to family genes. If your parents had oily skin, most probably you would have it too. But if one of your parent have oily skin and the other has dry skin, you might have combination skin where you have a T-Zone.

Oily skin may cause pores to block and form acne. However, acne is not a hereditary problem”

Hmm .. ok then. Anyways, I’m not really so bothered by zits now that my skin is getting better now as compared to last year.

I hated looking at myself in the mirror. I couldnt help thinking of how ugly I looked and how aweful everything was around me, coupled by the stress that was due to the company that I used to work with.

People around me would always comment about my face and that made me feel more aweful than ever. Juli must have seen me at my lowest peak at the beginning of this year when she asked me out in the Kinokuniya Bookshop. She asked me to dress up to meet a friend which I did. But my heart really wasnt in it. Because all that I could think of was how ugly I was, how broke I was to do anything about it, how my job sucks and how bleak everything else was.

I was just psychologically broken.

I mean seriously, how would you feel if you had a face like this?

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Sucks I tell you. Just plain sucks. I’m glad that I’ve got it over me, for now. The doctor says that these problems will stabilize when I reach about 30 years old. So I guess theres something to look forward to, at that age, after all. Not only will the skin condition stabilize, short sightedness would also stabilize.


I want to be 30, and flirty and fun

I know its pretty superficial and people would go about the cliqued saying of “Oh, its the inside that counts the most” It still affects someone, anyways. It doesnt help the soul at all.

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Speaking of beauty, I was watching this interesting DVD that I borrowed from the library.

In series 3, it talked about the topic of beauty and interestingly enough, it says there is a mathematical ration to what equates to a beautiful shape.

In it, there is a golden ratio to the proportion. 1: 1.618

In a beautiful shape and face, the upper body and the torso would be 1 : 1.618 and this can be seen throughout the entire body as well as face.

Not sure how accurate this is, but I’m not going to start with my non symmetrical face.


A mask done by using these ratios


Fits Kate Moss’s face perfectly

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And speaking of faces. Look at what I got from the mail today!


My fave vanity shoppe! With a new branch! In *MY* square! It must be a good sign of times to come 🙂

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Ramadan is here

Selamat berpuasa di bulan ramadan. 🙂

May you have all the blessings, health, riches and peace for the heart as you embark on this holy month.

Allahuma razakkana fiima azabanna

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What would Bon Jovi sound like in Malay

Wow, it looks that I’ve been tomorrowed for my post About the man I call my dearest. How exciting! Thanks Crunchy Green Apple for linking me up! You’re such a pie 🙂

Tomorrow.sg was a website that features blogs from Singapore. Browsing through the pages, made me see that there are many many many talented and creative people in Singapore. It was amazing and I loved reading through them.

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Compy is having more problems than ever. When you least expect it, working on photoshop or typing on the computer. She’ll just go BEEP! And then restarts on its own and then insists that my boot disk has an error. How could it be? I’ve installed xp in you so many times, enough to run about 20 windows xp computers.

Clement thinks that it could be because of my motherboard having problems. Well, he’s the Technical Assistant and smart at these kind of technical things. So if Clement says that it’s the motherboard, guess that’s the problem.

Thing is, I just changed my motherboard less than a year ago. With a new hard disk drive, a new graphics card. Those cost me half a month pay and really hurt my heart so bad.

And honestly, I don’t like the fact that every few months or so, I’d have to go and spend a lump of money to fix the computer only for it to be spoiled again. And again and again.

Am I such a rough computer user? Worse than my wearing of shoes?

Worse thing is the dependancy that I have on it. I have to work with it. and my hobbies revolve around it. Don’t think that it’s possible to live without it even if I don’t want to. We really are tied down by our computers.

The computer is like a girlfriend. You have to invest in her. And then she’ll ask for more and more.

Good grief my LCD monitor isn’t working well either. After a while, it’ll blank out and just doesn’t display anything. Isn’t there anything that works around here any more?

WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?!?! I LOVE YOU BUT I HATE YOU!! HOW COULD YOU!!! AAARRRGHHH!!!!

Ahem.

Anyways.

Spent my entire afternoon backing up my important documents. Wasn’t easy trying to save over 10 gigs of data in 700mb cd-r disks. But I saw some interesting things in there that I never thought I’d see.

Children nowadays. Really no respect for their elders. How could Nazry take a picture of me while I’m sleeping? When I was young, we never did anything like this. We respected our elders, walked 10 kilometres to school barefooted! Carried water from the well at 5 am! Chopped wood to make breakfast!

People could edit the pictures of me for goodness sakes. I would never do anything like that.

I think that’s a very malicious thing to do. Don’t you?

Saw this vid clip: Thank you for loving me by Bon Jovi from Zila’s blog.I like the song and the location. And it made me reminisce of the time when I at the Fontana di Trevi.

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I know Bon Jovi’s sister. Her name is Ann Jovi.

I’ve got a few gripes about the video clip though. It made it seem that there wasn’t alot of people in Rome. Rome is crowded! It was hard to move around at that area with all the other tourists and buskers.

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See this running bride? In real life, that’ll never happen because of the massive amount of people there. I would think that the situation will be a little something like this:

Bride reads sms from the groom. “Mt me 2pm @ D trevi. We’ll fnly b marrd. I lub u”

Bride : Oh my gosh, its already 1.45 pm. I’m late!

Run. Run. Run.

Groom : I hope she gets here on time. Wow so many people. (Pushes) No. I DON’T want to buy your magical flowers that will give me good luck! Go away!

Bride (finally arriving) : So tired. I hope he didn’t make me run for nothing! That man, always sends me last minute sms. WAH! So many people! How on earth am I going to meet him? (screaming) Darling! Where are you?!

Groom : I’m right here!

Bride : Where? Where?

Groom : Here! (waves desparately)

Bride : Oh no! I don’t see you? When will I see you again? (tears) We’ll never be married.

Groom : Arrrghh!! NOOOOO!!

Inspired by Nong

Thank you for loving me (the remix)
By Marina Noordin

Susah gua nak cakap
Apa yang aku nak cakap kekadang.
Tapi takde orang kat sini.
Cuma kau dan aku
Kau tengok lampu tu?
Kunci pintu tu.
Kita tinggalkan dunia ni
(Inallillah ..EH! Salah!)

Apa yang aku ader nak bagi kau
Adalah lima perkataan ni
(pasal duit blanja dabess!)

Tima kaseyyyy
Pasal kau cinta gua
Ko jadi mataku
Bila aku rabun

Kau bagi aku CPR
Bila aku semput

Tima kaseyyy
Pasal kau cinta gua
BEB!
Tima kaseyy
Pasal kau cinta guaa…

Better stop before I ruin the song even further.

Original Lyrics here

And better end my blog here too. I’m going crazy! Crazy! CRAZY!

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Hidup Rock!!!

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Not tasty pasta at Delifrance

Aunty Rinaz snaps a picture of toddler who will grow up to be a ladies man.

Geri had a fieldwork at Boon Lay last week. Since she was in the vicinity, decided to ask me out for dinner.

We went to have dinner at the new Delifrance Bistro at Jurong point as she wanted to have pasta, and I’d like to try something new. The décor looked pretty nice, a cosy cafe with nicer furniture and lightings. We sat down somewhere in the middle and were handed the menu.

Me: I’m hungry!
Geri: So am I!
Me: Gosh! (looking at the pictures) I could try this
Geri: I wanna have the cream based pasta.

I decided to choose an unpronounceable pasta, made of Fettuccine in tomato sauce with some vegetables and chicken while Geri wrote down the number of our orders on the paper to be passed to the waiter.

Ohh .. I cant wait for our noodles. MMmmmmm
(Waiter serves Geri’s pasta on the table)
(Peers … Bowl is tiny!)
Wait a sec, that’s it?
(Peers again at the height of the bowl)
Wah so small? How does it taste?
(Geri takes a bite and makes a face)
Not nice! Gosh this cream isn’t creamy at all …
Tastes more like pasta in onion soup …

(Tastes my own pasta)

How’s yours Marina?
Uh? Ok lah. It’s 13 dollars. So I have to like it.

(15 mins later)

Geri : Can we go now? I don’t like the food here. My tummy is complaining!
Me : I have to finish it! Make it value for money. Wah!
Geri : Lets go, we can have better food after this.
Me : Aren’t we going to stay for our free dessert?

Anyway, we had an Anderson’s ice cream and we chatted and updated news with each other. We had a walk around Jurong Point and I suddenly realise how much I have put on weight. My clothes don’t fit so well any more! I complained. I should do something about it, I said, licking my ice cream at the same time.

My complains materialised more as I weighed myself.

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Holy toot. I’m 56 (point two!) kilograms. I’ve never been that heavy. Ever. Back in Jurong Institute, I’d always hover about 50 kgs and below. And I gained weight a little more when I started working. I’m not the type of person who would weigh myself much so when I was in the gym with Shaheeda, an ex colleague, I was mortified to see that I was almost reaching 55 kgs.

Nice what, Marina. You look more voluptuous. Voluptuous? Me? I couldn’t believe my ears.

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Angelina Jolie is voluptious

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Monica Bellucci is voluptious

Me? I had to do a scientific comparison.

Before : Fresh faced Marina of the year 2001

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After : Slightly older, heavier, chubbier, world weary Marina circa 2005

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It’s funny. After years of being teased a “stick” or “crane” and other representation of thinness, I’d be called “voluptuous” It was too surreal.

You look healthier! Geri insisted. The first time when I met you, you looked so skinny, it didn’t look healthy.

Hmm … Ok then. I still have two kilograms more before I start becoming overweight. Lets see what the fasting month of Ramadhan will do to me.

Was snapping a few pictures in Shuqun and thought I’d share some of my snaps :

Which I desecrated to become :

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See what idle hands and boredom do?

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Cartcart and me watching the sunset, overlooking the sea, at our Secondlife house. I’ve been trying to repress myself and not to think too much of our happy times. Because the more I think about it, there more I’ll miss our times together and the more I’d pine myself. It’ll only make me feel miserable.

I want to be better. To make myself better. And now, the more I realise about the importance of future and thinking ahead. Who doesn’t want to have a better life? My life plan right now, is self improvement. I must stop being so irresponsible. Don’t like something? Just do something about it.

But I have also to have patience and to never give up and to always keep the light alive for those dark nights.

Its all in the mind … Its all in the mind … Its all in the mind …

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Arrghhh!!

Problems … Problems so much problems! Arrghh! So here is a little mindless thing to click to destress. *Clicks maniacally*


One of my task at work is to promote the use of the portal at Asknlearn.com. And apparantly the portal use for the month of August is very low. That doesnt look good for me since I’m still under probation for the company plus obviously I’d definitely like to get a salary increment after the probationary period. Must think of ways to increase usage.

Funny. I feel like I’m working more in the sales pitch rather than an educator. Am seriously comtemplating in joining the Ministry Of Education After working for about 5 years in being an IT Educator, maybe its time for me try something new. Something more stable with more pay …

Working in MOE

Pros
* More stable jobwith a lesser turnover rate
* More pay compared to private sectors
* More chances of promotion

Cons
* Extremely time consuming (as from personal observation)
* Is a huge responsibility
* Very stress demanding job

Working for private sectors

Pros
* I have the freedom to be creative
* I enjoy teaching IT

Cons
* Lower pay
* Extremely stressful
* Dont feel like part of the school
* Demand for market is phasing out

I could try to apply next year, after I’ve completed my A levels. I’d like to teach Computer Applications and a humanity subject like Geography or Literature. Keeping my options open right now. I dont think I can go on working like this… As one grows older. One thinks more of stability of the future, more than anything.

In the meantime, I just have to make the best of what I have.

Flash done by yours truely. And yes, that *is* my voice.