random post

the bro's flying to japan tonight, and it just reminds me how much i simply miss travelling. was whining to my mum tt i haven't travelled for awhile, and she had to remind me i just went to aussie 5 mths ago.

darn how i miss those times... backpacking is truly fun. but now with work, i can't foresee doing that anytime soon. sigh. life as a student.. is just something of the past.

i wanna go to japan, new zealand, aussie again, and of cos, ultimately europe. i wanna travel round the whole of europe, explore each lil city! right now, i just wanna fly off somewhere. i'm feeling so wistful..

oh well, anyway i'm really happy for my bro and really hope he'd have lotsa fun there. it has been so long since he last travelled.. (but of cos, i'm really just hoping he'd buy back nice food like milk candy, greentea biscuits, special flavoured pocky etc)

his car would be useless for 2 weeks and this is one time i wish i have a driving license sia. cross my fingers that my mum would pluck up her courage and drive me out to play. heh

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so i'm a very messy gal and everyone knows that.

and now even my colleagues found out. hrrmph.

they think i'm really untidy and leave all my things open on my desk even when i knock off.




but this (which is actually neater than usual), i must say, is nothing compared to the warzone at home....



one big table is not enough for me to work on (actually it's more like for me to put things)... so we added another big table..

and now the big table's filled too! there're even telephone lines hanging across my room.. wat kind of gal am i sia.. (can someone spot ali in the corner?? it wasn't on purpose! heh.. good for those of u who miss him! yes it's a him!)

i need to spring clean soon.....

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meet ceci, my bestie (all shots in this post taken using my new phone. i heart my phone to bits! it's damn coool!)

anyway this babe is now a financial advisor and i'm proud of her cos she's def not one of those who bug pple all day and recommend policies that they dun need. this gal advocates policies which are good for us, those that each of us would really need.. like hospitalization plans, eldershield (for our parents) etc.

and i know tat she's insisting i get hospitalization plans cos it's really for my own good.. not like she can earn much from this plan anyway... we nv know wat would happen really.. it's just such a basic policy to get and we can pay for it using our medisave anyway, just a small annual sum.

i'm just glad that she's someone whom i know would take care of her clients, and recommend only things tat would suit the individual's needs, and not push any policies just to earn from it. i think she truly cares.. so proud of her for that.. we need more financial advisors like that sia...

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okie i'm out. i'm super braindead... been gg out after work from mon - fri.. totally not enough rest. more and more work piling up in the office.. even brought 4 reports back to write cos i have absolutely no time to finish my work within 5 working days.... damn.. ups and downs in work definitely, so so challenging.. but i still feel pretty happy and satisfied overall. i guess the ultimate aim of helping children in need is just something i can focus on and keep myself motivated and going.. so all's good. would update more next time.... i'm out.

my lovely (rumbling) pit of a stomach

my stomach's seriously a big whiner. it loves to eat. and rumbles when there's no food.

not that i mind (if i'm alone). but i absolutely detest it when it starts rumbling at crucial and painfully embarrassing moments. happened lotsa times.. dun we all remember our tummies doing that...

so today, i was at the HQ sitting in the interview panel (acting out a transcriber role only la) for more than 4 hours.. was almost 1pm when i felt the all too familiar hunger pangs (usual lunch time is 12 odd!!).. and i knew that if the pangs go on for another like 10, 15 mins... the rumblings will soon follow!

but it didn't la. thank gawd.

the interview sessions ended soon there and then.

but i can't imagine how it would be like, to be in that small interview room of 5 pple, halfway thru a solemn interview, if my tummy started acting up, and fired like some machine gun.

what could i have done?

1) continue writing furiously, pretending that i didn't hear loud machine gun sounds

2) say "oops, sorry, hehehe" (like how a cute pri 2 boy did to me when he farted in the middle of my assessment)

3) look around at the interviewers to imply that the sounds emitted from one of them (and pretend to look slightly disgusted)

4) make a lousy joke about it.. "wah so late already ah.. lunchtime.. hehehe"

seriously, i dun ever wanna go thru any of these steps!

utter embarrassment!!

and tmr i'm going thru another of this interview session. just praying hard that my really lovely pit of a stomach would not act up like this tmr, and for the rest of my meetings/interviews/assessments/workshops/presentations etc etc that are to come!

the bruise, black and dark, like a stain, marked her on the right arm and refused to go away even after a week plus.

although rather small and seemingly harmless, a whole world of meaning is hidden behind it. and its stain would not just mark the arm but perhaps also certain pple's hearts for years to come.

it just further affirms my strong belief that a man should never hit/use any form of force or violence, whether physically, emotionally and/or verbally to threaten/coerce/guilt-trip a woman.

the physical harm does not need to be serious/present, the emotional hurt it entails is more than sufficient to make up for what it lacks on the outside. any relationship with a streak of such tendencies is severely damaging, and just destroys any foundation of trust and sometimes, even love.

love should always operate in a non-threatening and safe environment. if u actually have the intention to harm ur loved one and put her in danger/hurt, even if you do not carry it out in the end, u're already showing ur love the wrong way, wat's more if you actually act out on ur impulses.

so gals, choose ur men carefully and if they ever display just a streak of such inclinations to make you feel threatened, blackmailed, afraid, or guilty, turn, and run away as quickly as you can.