Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Don't wanna die.

Yet another accident involving a bus carrying lots of passengers. Just awhile ago there were two severe minibus accidents and now those huge tourist buses. They have to learn that it's not tailgating only when you touch the car in front of you. Yes, inches away counts too.

I'm developing a phobia. Why does it seem that the bigger the vehicle, the crazier and the more reckless the driver. Crap. I need to survive til I get home lah.

gwen blogged at 10:34 PM

I want. If can sign two year plan with starhub, it's cheap and good. But I can't. Or at least not yet.

gwen blogged at 10:13 PM

Monday, November 28, 2005

.

I need sleep. I need sleep. I need sleep.

My groupmates at school's keeping me up cos they are so damn slow and inefficient. Thus, I have to stay up too for goodness knows what reason. They just keep asking me what to do. Since it "seems" I'm calling the shots, I do most of the brainwork.
Hate people who are nice normally but lousy work partners. Screw them all.

gwen blogged at 3:17 AM

Saturday, November 26, 2005

not nice at all.

Normally when my Godma comes around, it'll be a pretty chill day of catching up which I welcome because I don't get to see her much. Well today, however, something actually stung.
She was about to leave, and right before she did, she looked as if she had suddenly realised the meaning of life or something, "Gwen, you got fat."

Ouch, she re-invented the word cruel.

gwen blogged at 2:10 AM

Friday, November 25, 2005

chavunist.

I'm going to further complain bout my dad... He walks into the living room, and simply changes the channel to whatever boring crap he wished. I WAS WATCHING STAR WORLD. Then he leaves the room after ten minutes, so I thought it would be ok to change it back(ok, I didn't care if it would be ok, at least it was a good excuse) So he then comes back in five minutes, and says out loud "Why did you change my channel??" Then I said, "YOU changed my channel first."

Men. The so called owners of the remote control and the planners of all things. As if.

I've been nice to not complain about he NOT doing anything to help with dishes, the occasional laundry, or many other household chores. GRRRRR

gwen blogged at 7:39 PM

Thursday, November 24, 2005

faking it.

I swear my dad plays a fool at times. This evening, he called me when I was at school, and our conversation went something like this:



Dad: Gwen, what do you want for dinner?

Gwen: Where are you?

Dad: Leaving the office now to go Mongkok to collect something. Maybe we could go for roast
goose. Is there anything you want instead?

Gwen: Actually... I was thinking of vermicelli at Tsim Sha Tsui..

Dad: Vermicelli? Oh yah. We still have a pack in the fridge...

Gwen: No... Tsim Sha-

Dad: But well you can have it. I'll cook instant noodles to go with the goose instead.

Gwen: No... I want to go and eat the one at-

Dad: Yes there still is one pack.

Gwen: Hello? Can you hear me?

Dad: So well... I'll buy the goose back lah.

Gwen: [Gives up.] Ok. See you at home.

Dial tone..............................

I'm pretty sure he's trying to play with my mind.
Hands up, those who agree.

gwen blogged at 12:31 AM

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

outdoor drawing.

I had outdoor drawing today.. and I noticed that there must always be some weird old man trying to chat up girls who sit alone. Last time at milennia walk, Liting kena, and I can't remeber who I was with, and our conversation was something more or less like that:"Wah... look at that dirty old man. Trying to hit on her must be. Should we go rescue her? NAh.... lunch first."

gwen blogged at 12:44 AM

Monday, November 21, 2005

a professional sloth.

I think I'm really made for the winter hibernation thing. But the retarded thing is that our schedules for winter have been equally as, if not even more hectic than usual. I'm struggling with daily hygiene routines. Yes, I'm a slob. A dirty slob at that. I'm really bad with low temperatures alright, and it makes me rea...lly reluctant to change my clothes or to take a shower, or to even wash the dishes or my hands. When I finally persuade myself to shower, I would never get out. The water heater is such a wonder. I love it. When I'm back in Singapore, I'll be alot cleaner. I try.

gwen blogged at 11:42 PM

Saturday, November 19, 2005

Useless Thought of the Day.

I just discovered one benefit of winter that's applicable to girls only. Since it's cold and we wear long sleeves everyday, we need not shave our underarms.

gwen blogged at 5:39 AM

Natural high.

It's five thirty four in the morning, and I'm listening to Michael Buble's Home. Yes, I'm awake in the morning. I didn't sleep to do my work for my crit later. I'm glad my school is open twenty four hours. I'm gonna bath in awhile, and head down. In these crucial last hours I cannot afford to sleep............. Cos I won't wake up. What a loser. I have to print my panel anyway. I'm resorting to all things from cups and cups of chinese tea, down to applying a minty mask to keep me awake. At least my eyes could still focus, unlike this afternoon. Well............. for now, where's my rubber ducky.

gwen blogged at 5:34 AM

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

home food

I went for dinner with my dad today to eat at this newly opened Singaporean restaurant. The food wasn't good. It wasn't cheap. But it was so very Singaporean alright. Even one of the waitress was Singaporean. Can tell from her accent. Well, it costs roughly a little over ten dollars for a bowl of prawn mee or laksa. Expensive shit. BUT. So Singaporean. The curry vege was actually assam vege, not that I mind, I actually prefer assam, but misleading lah. They served their prata with sugar on side. The fella it was served to almost had his eyes popping out of his head because of that. Haha. I love sugar on my prata. I'd love to be home.

gwen blogged at 10:25 PM

Monday, November 14, 2005

My last minute dug up from dunno where only 64 mb mp3 player died on me. Now it's my turn. I won't make it til dec 17th.

gwen blogged at 9:37 PM

particularly chatty day.

Oh and since I've told Jess already, I might as well let the whole world (my small world) know.

In HK, hur=boo.
In other words... when you make a noise "hur" it's like you're jeering. So there. Useless redundant information.

gwen blogged at 1:03 AM

share.

better be home soon.--78-33 days says:
hmm
better be home soon.--78-33 days says:
but you know
better be home soon.--78-33 days says:
the saddest thing bout being here
better be home soon.--78-33 days says:
is if i colour my hair(or lose a limb)
better be home soon.--78-33 days says:
i cannot show anyone immediately
jessica: what an interesting day! says:
...
better be home soon.--78-33 days says:
like by then either the colour fade(limb becomes stump)
jessica: what an interesting day! says:
it'd ok, ur time there gives u time to change
jessica: what an interesting day! says:
LOL
better be home soon.--78-33 days says:
or i recolour (get prosthetic limb)
jessica: what an interesting day! says:
stop it
jessica: what an interesting day! says:
ack!
better be home soon.--78-33 days says:
this is so funny.
better be home soon.--78-33 days says:
i must put in blog to share

gwen blogged at 1:01 AM

Sunday, November 13, 2005

HELLLLLLLLL

After one day in Shenzhen... I now have learnt to thank God for HongKong. I think this trip was to teach me a lesson a lesson that HongKong is actually pretty all right.

Let me run through my day... it's probably hard to get what I say with so little info.

Reached border of HongKong. HK immigration was a breeze. Then. China Immigrations. I had to update my passport a few months ago, because my photo was old and my hair covered 80% of my face. So in Singapore, they add another page in your passport instead of replacing the whole book. Then, paranoia sets in the immigrations officer. She glanced at my old pic, glanced at me. I then politely explained that there was a renewed photo. She looked at new photo, looked at me. Looked at old photo, looked at new photo, flip through whole passport, look at me. Repeat five times. I was pissed. She stupid or what? She then said that the new photo didn't look like me. I needed a new one. Hello... I got that new photo like less than half a year ago. She then said the older photo looked more like me. Cos it's mainly covered by my fringe. Bitch.

Shenzhen was alot of new things to me. First Shenzhen person to say anything to me was this fella promoting something. "Any bridal shots for you two?" RETARD. I was there with my DAD. I know it's common to see old men with their young conniving brides, but DAMMIT. There's a reson why I look like my dad. COS HE IS MY DAD.

Then, sat in a cafe with rude customers shouting and snapping fingers at the waiter. Watched the hyper activity in the podium from my window view. It retarded. This china guy was singing. Nothing special about that. Then suddenly, a bodybuilder came out, and started flexing his over cellulitey muscles. Next event. A violinist. So drama. He plays like it was a vigorous sport and almost did some gymnastics by bending over til his head could reach the floor. Their events are hell weird.

CDs were cheap there though, but shopping there, would only be good cheap immitation shopping. Besides the cheap things, I would never want to go there. In the manicure shop, this old HKer was trying to pick up the girls, by commenting on how sweet they were and how fierce HK women were and how busty they were. I bet his mind was only on the last fact. Then at the restaurant where we had dinner, the waitresses kept wiping their hands on our table cloth after serving a dish. If it were that dirty, I don't wanna eat it.

After much pain in the ass shoving through the entire city, I just wanna be home fast. Then got stuck at the chinese customs again..... They just don't believe me. They even took me aside to question me. Assholes. The problem this time was that dunno what on my passport wasn't very clear. Stupid crap.

Then at HK, cos that was the first time I was leaving China, they didn't have my student visa records, all they had to do normally in a case like this was to chop a special chop and write a few words. But no... he started asking me retarded questions like where did I get my HK id card. OF COURSE FROM IMMIGRATIONS. If not pick up from the streets meh. Ugh. I just wanted to scream in his face.

Take me home to Singapore. Anytime. Please?

gwen blogged at 10:32 PM

Friday, November 11, 2005

This is what I received from Tommy through email.

FW: Graduates Employment Survey (GES) 2005

Hi PID grads,

Kindly respond to the above survey and you may win some prizes...

Is he being funny or sarcastic...? Haha crap win some prizes. I think most of our batch are still slacking.

gwen blogged at 7:00 PM

tibetian rock.

I've just seen the funniest MTV.
I believe it should be Tibetian. It consists of this fella, the lead, singing in this come-hit-me-in-the-face expression, whereby his chin is tilted upwards in an irritatingly arrogant try-to-act-cool way. The rest of his band were even more pathetic. The drummer was keeping a simple 2/2 beat with the occasionaly hitting of the cymbals, but his expression tells of something else. Maybe he was imagining himself in a rock concert. The THREE guitarists were funnier, since it was filmed in a really narrow dusty alley, they were crowded together. The three of them seemed to be in different worlds playing different heavy metal songs. There was plenty of throwing imaginary long hair backwards, and much of crouching over as if doing a crazy solo. Haiz. They still have much to learn. Another sad case of monkey see, monkey do.

gwen blogged at 6:51 PM

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Im a saver.

I donated blood today. Feeling beat now. Well but it wasn't so bad though, haha. You know when they test your blood type and prick your finger with that clickey thing? I think that hurt more.

Well now, anyway, I have just saved lives.
Where's my cape?

gwen blogged at 10:39 PM

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

what now?

Well Sharleen and Glenn came and gone. I was glad to have some company though it drained me like mad. Well, haha at least they bought me lunch. Im dead broke again. With one big product project on hand and more english crap, I at least would be able to keep myself busy. Haiz. The second time I've been to the airport after my arrival here on the 28th of August. But I never stepped an inch past the gates. What now?

gwen blogged at 2:48 AM

Sunday, November 06, 2005

tired..

I am so beat these few days that I haven't got round writing in my blog. Brought Glenn Shar and Renyou around, and well good exercise. Haha. walked a hell lot sial cos I tend to get a li.....ttle bit lost. Hah. But I ate alot as well, and it's burnt a hell hole in my pocket. Not meeting them tml, cos I got work to do. Mid crit on monday. Sian.

gwen blogged at 1:18 AM

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

happy deepavali.

Yes. I've been informed that it's deepavali. But nope. Despite here being so multi racial, they only celebrate christmas, and the rest are chinese hols, like qingming, where we celebrate grave sweeping. So there, I wish you a merry Deepavali, and a happy Hari Raya. While you enjoy, take a solemn moment and think of me.

gwen blogged at 5:57 PM

I don't know

This stupid crappy feeling now. I'm supposed to like this food and shopping paradise after i get used to it and am able to get around comfortably on my own isn't it? Now what? How is it that I just detest it more and more? How does everything become so ironic?

I settle down here, getting comfy,
but why, oh why, do I feel unhappy?

The streets are bustling I smile outside,
but why, oh why, do I cry by my bedside?

The more I do, the more I seek,
but why, oh why do I feel all's just bleak?

I have no idea now, what to do.
Constantly driven to do more to bridge the gap,
but somehow on the other side, it corrodes away,
and I'm more far and distant than ever.

Is less from me, really giving me more back in return?
Or is it just the more I give, the less I retrieve.

gwen blogged at 12:17 AM