Ahhhhh.

Okay, once again I am back to blogging again. Finally.

I must admit that there are only three circumstances, under which will make me feel like blogging;

1. Relationship problems.
2. Boredom.
3. Work stress.

Come people, make a guess. Which of the three is the main reason for this post?

No prizes for guessing the correct answer. It is the third one.

As I had told my friends these past few days, I have 8 assignments, 2 club projects and tonnes of revision undone.

I always thought I am one who can handle stress appropriately and well, but it seems that I am unable to do so.

After all, I'm still human.

Time will tell whether I will pull through this difficult period of my life. Now I am beginning to miss the times when I am free. It is always better to be bored than to be stressed.

A little update on today's topic, which proved to be rather interesting to me amidst all the workload: marriage.

People present: Dijah, Ameerah, Nadiah and me.

How old would you want to be when you want to get married? How old would you want to be before you have your first child? Family planning.

Chinese traditions forbid that wedding dinners not held as part of the customary rites. And hell, that will cause a bomb. Wedding portfolio, bridal suits and wedding dinner. Application for a new flat. Renovating the flat. All these things seem so near, yet so far. Far indeed because it is only going to happen after a few years down my career. Yet near because you need to plan your finances at an early age.

Wouldn't it be nice if we never grow up, just like Peter Pan and his Neverland.

I think I will blog more frequently since I am stressed.

Watch this space.

Dr Pimply-Me

An extract from Jimbi's blog:

"Froggy can teach me how to squeeze pimple bo??? I dun have experience leh..."

In order to learn the techniques of squeezing pimples effectively and painlessly, you will need to have certain prerequisites;

1. Have at least 2 years of pimple-squeezing experience.
2. Have clocked a mileage of at least 2 pimples (big or small) squeezed per week.
3. Last, but not least, have a mor peng face.

But looking at the condition now, it seems that our dear Jimbi had satisfied none of these prerequisites to date.

In view of that, I shall try my best to assist you such that your pimple-squeezing experience will be a painless and enjoyable one.

Firstly, you must get these equipment ready: A candle, a lighter, a small and hard metallic loop, a nice and big mirror and lots of tissue paper (in case the goo splatters on it, you can still wipe it off and use).

Firstly, position your face under the 12pm sunlight in an outdoor environment (it is rumoured that pimples will NOT regrow if done under such conditions).

Secondly, take out the mirror and focus the Sun's rays onto the pimple and stay there for one minute in order to tenderise the pimple (you must use a stopwatch to time it, if not chances are the pimple will regrow). In the meantime, take out your candle and light it. Use the flame to sterilise the metal loop (it is completely sterilised when you see the loop glowing red).

Thirdly, exactly after 1 minute, take the loop and quickly squeeze out the pimple. Having done all the steps above, the process should take less than 5 seconds and it is painless. In case of goo splattering on the mirror, use the tissue paper to wipe it off. Keep the tissue paper with you (the bacteria in the goo are known to have "vaccinating properties i.e., prevent growth of the same species of bacteria that causes the pimple). Should a pimple still reappear, boil the tissue paper in 50ml of Martell Cordon Bleu (Louis 13 works best but Martell C.B is good enough) and drink the solution. You should be able to fight off the growing pimple.

Well, after all these, do you still have anymore questions?

Good night people.

Lerthagic.

It seems that no matter how much I sleep, I still feel the same old tiredness in me. Perhaps it is the mundanity of school work rather than my personal life.

I neither can set myself down to work, nor do I know where to start from. I need a catalyst to set me off. The recess week has almost pass me by in a blink of an eye. I think I should really think about how to start my assignments.

The retreat had been interesting and productive, but very draining on the mental power. I was rather vehement during my presentation of the workplan. And after giving serious thoughts to it, I think that was a wrong move to express my strong objections towards things I don't really support.

But what can the highly-opinionated me do?

I seek the forgiveness of people whom I might had offended during any part of the retreat.

I still have a presentation this coming Monday, and I am dreading it.

I shall eat my lunch now and go read up on my work after that.

Good day people!

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Good night people.

Old Habits Die Hard.

Yes, old habits do die hard. I have to be up by 9 later and yet I am still so ever unwilling to sleep.

Just having the mood to download songs and blog now since I didn't blog for quite sometime.

Finally caught up with Jimmy and company on Saturday night. Yipee! And Mr King got himself an O2 Mini.

*Having green eyes now*

Never mind, mine will come in October.

Actually I don't have much to blog on because my mind's in a blank now.

But I just want to say something for my superboss. No matter how hard and difficult things are, take it as a learning experience and a test for yourself. Everyone goes through it and remember one thing: "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."

Hope that helps.

Life's been really great with her, needless to say. But she's still as wilful as ever. A leopard never changes its spot I guess. But again, that's what makes her special isn't it? And only an idiot like me will fall in love with her personality. And we never fail to argue at least once when we meet up. Sometimes we even argue over the phone.

Okay I know this lovey-dovey thing is getting out of hand so I shall stop here.

I will be away for a work retreat until Wednesday so don't miss me guys. I know you all will but I will be back, I promise. I miss you people out there too.

And hell yeah, I miss the brothers, namely Eric, Alan and Ivan over in Australia. Get your arses back here quick.

Somehow, I thought of the time when I attended Kang Fei's wake when I was in church just now. I don't know why but the memories were deeply etched in my sea of memories. The sadness, the solemnness and the bitter-sweet feeling lingering over the air. We all know he had gone home to be with the Lord but just can't help but to feel melancholic during the wake.

Oh how fragile is life. Are our lives here on Earth meaningless and hopeless; or is there a hidden agenda?

From my point of view, yes it may seemed pretty meaningless at times when we are devastated; when we see disasters happening all over the world and things like that. But remember, we are here for a purpose, and it is to give meaning to other peoples' lives. It is to create a better place for everyone to stay in.

All these to be done so as to fulfil the will of the Lord our God.

And yes, that is the reason why I chose to be a teacher (though I freaking don't look like one I know) so that I can make a difference to the lives of young children.

Okay all these are crap. I can rattle on and on but I shall stop here.

Good night people, and God bless.

Life's Good.

So far, the investiture was fine. Except for a little hiccup here and there. Sigh.

Going to get busy with my adhoc outdoors project committee to come up with outdoor activities (like so *duh*). Retreat next Monday to Wednesday. Three days of my recess week burnt.

I realised that for this semester, I became a little more hardworking than the previous one. At least I've started preparing for assignments weeks before the submission deadline and things like that.

Okay enough of school work.

i just got my hair done again today. Cool but no-so-cool. Because it got a little bit more frizzy and damaged. Argh!

This semester seems to be going pretty fast; in the blink of an eye it is already week 7. I'm so going to die revising for my Biology modules.

Dr Lim: How many pages do you think you should write for a 10-mark short answer question?

Me: Erm, one page plus?

Dr Lim: Yes. Then how about a 20-mark essay?

Me: Erm, 4-5 pages full of words with diagrams included.

Mr Lim: Yes. If need be, write more.

Can someone just kill me?

I HATE TAXONOMISTS.

Good night people.

1/3 Done.

I am kind of like 1/3 done with my investiture stuff. So I am relieved, a bit.

Was out destressing with dearest and friends on Saturday night at Devils' Bar. And guess what, I got "picked up" by a girl. She didn't ask for my number though, just a simple handshake and exchange of names.

And Jimbi, don't comment about this. =)

I had my fair share of booze, a barrel and a half roughly. Boy it felt damn good to have such a drinking session again. But sigh, I was drinking alone most of the time.

And I am beginning to miss the company I have with Jimmy and the rest.

A brand new week starts today and I believe it will be late nights and puffy eyebags for me once more. It happens every Monday to Friday. So stay tuned.

My two hamsters are eccentric. One of them like to eat and sleep a lot, the other likes to run about but hates to eat.

Okay I am writing nonsense now. I shall retire and sleep. Till then, more updates to come.

Good night people.

How Does It Feel?

How does it feel when you feel inadequate to your job?

How does it feel when you know you didn't put in enough?

How does it feel when you can't think of any solutions?

How does it all feel?

Sometimes I just can't help but to think I'm so screwed up. Where is the organised me?

Weeks ago, I found myself. But I guess by regaining myself, I just lost myself again. In another way, that is.

Sometimes, I really wish for someone who can thoroughly empathise with me.

Am I expecting too much from myself, or is it just peer pressure? I think it is more of self-expectations. I can easily do a sloppy job and forget about the whole thing. And consequently, creating a not-so-nice reputation for myself.

Or, I can tax on my so-very uncreative mind, come up with something aptly impressive and then collapse go crazy after it all end.

Okay I admit, I am losing my self-esteem and confidence. Just that I don't portray it when I am with my friends. Deep inside when I am all alone, I feel energy sapping away, bringing along the bubbly me.

Only I can see who I really am.

But I do really extend my warmest and heartfelt thanks to those who kept encouraging me. Your efforts had not gone down the drain.

Rest assured that I will do my best for the investiture.

Good night people.