 | Learning | Aug 13, '08 11:43 AM
for everyone |
Today i had to stay back late for work. But i was not pissed.
i learnt alot today, i learnt, mistakes should be made, because, no matter how many times one is told they're wrong, one won't learn, until one mistake is made and spotted, the lesson learnt will stick with you for life and sometimes even learn more.
i learnt, not all lectures are negative. there is such a thing as constructive critism, not in excess of course.This will only improve your attitude
i learnt, no matter how many times you piss one of during the course of the day, in the end being nice helps at the end of the day and i got a free tub of Ben and Jerrys
i learnt, you have to be firm and confident at all times or pretend to be.
i learnt, take initiative even if others don't as you might never know what might impress someone who matters.
i learnt, always listen to your seniors, for even if you might think they know nothing, they've probably been thru it before, solved it before, came out alive and wish you don't go through it but at the same time know you have to in order to learn. but ALWAYS listen. they know better! Work is tough, the deadlines are tough, dealing with people is tough, not having enough time in a day is tough, missing your family is tough, friends not understanding your work is tough, worrying if all these is worth it is tough. So i don't know why i'm staying, but i'm staying.
I've finally got my life settled. It took me a year and a half after graduation, a trip back to the Country and University i graduated from just to "fool myself" into believing i am given a brand new start. To convince myself my past year wasn't a waste but merely an experience. An experience i see now as something i wouldn't mind doing again seeing the outcome from it. The past year was spent rekindleing good old friendships i didn't bother looking after in my 2 years of absence, making new friends from colleagues, learning about earning, saving, giving back to parents and all that jargon that comes with working. With much difficulty might i add. Basically, getting used to the life i had chosen for in Singapore. Time i was luxuriously given thanks to my non-demanding, overpaid job. But now, just of late, I am really happy. So happy that i didn't tell anyone.I got my dream job for now. Account Executive in and Ad Agency. I had been wanting this job ever since my lecturer of an 8am Advertising Class had told me. "This role, will allow you clueless ones to learn about the industry." Choosing the industry was easy. I knew Advertising was it for me. Many say Marketing is really similar, but i found this out the hard way by wrongly being assigned to take a Marketing Module in which i did horribly in comparison with the Advertising Modules which i excelled in despite me hardly opening a book. Many don't know, as i was never driven in school. Grades bore me. my challenge was seeing how far i could fail or scrape without screwing up. And i succeeded to never screw up. I was hardly interested in being captain of sport clubs, presidents of debate clubs and so on. Many were in ECAs they didn't enjoy because the teachers said, not being in an ECA will lead you to be a failure in life. But i have Career Goals. Goals i loose sleep thinking of, Goals i spend my bus and MRT rides thinking off, Goals i get scared and panic thinking of what if i don't fulfil them. Goals i can't forget and eats me up inside. I've talked to many and many don't seem to have this problem. So now that i've got a foot actually, (its barely a toe but still) in the Advertising Industry. Let me share how it got started. After Polytechnic, i realised i could give up ever having a career in IT. So off to Klang, Malaysia i went. A place i always go when things get too tough or decisions hardly seem to have an answer. Klang, Malaysia is where my Mum's Family is. A place where you go to and know, everyone loves you. no one judges and no one else knows you but your family. So you can be yourself. Of course there's another reason. my cousin Peter. its really his fault i'm in Advertising. In Klang, internet, phones and tv are not sighted. So we are usually forced to entertain ourselves by good ol verbal communication. So Peter Dass. He's really quite screwed. He's in HR. so my cousins and i assumed that when dealing with people, he knows best and he always seems to have the right answers. His specialties being Guy Advice and Career Advice. So at a vunerable age of 18, i asked him. "PETE, how la, i dunno what to do in life. My mummy is sending me to Australia all by myself with no friends and i need to get a degree. What job do you think i'll be good at?" He took my palm, sized me up and said. "Amy, you should be in Advertising." "Don't let me hear you took up finance or something the next time i see you!" So i went to my Dad and said, "Papa...i want an advertising degree" looking at his look of PURE HORROR...possibly flashes of his flashy retirement supported by his RICH ASS daughter went bust. He was not all for Advertising."Its not a job! he says" Fine, so i caved and said, " ok i'll take a finance major too since i scored well in the exams" So i was the only weirdo in Uni with a Business Degree, Majoring in Advertising and Finance. I am trained for nothing. Bless Aussieland with their i can do what ever i want at uni attitude. Pete didn't make it easier by telling my father, "You do know Advertising is one of the hardest industries to get in if you don't know anyone already in it, right? the stress, of course is equivilent to banking." idiot. Since then, i realised maybe i did make a good decision..seeing how my initials do spell AD. A wiseman did tell me once that i'll be in a career with many path options and many other self fulfilling signs. Now let me share a bit about my job in my small ad agency Account Executives This is what i am. of course in advertising, we are all full of pride. each department thinks without them, nothing can function. But being blatently bias, i think we Account Execs are very important. We don't come up with the ideas. we are the middle person between the Clients and the Creatives. We have to be very patient cos we get the yellings from the client, we get the yellings from the creatives and all the while we must keep a smile on our face. Its hardwork. But the fun part is, we're part of everything. We see the process of the advertisement go from a blank piece of paper, add idea inputs from clients, add idea inputs from creatives, agreements are made, ad gets created, ad mediums are booked and the ad gets printed. And for someone as kay poh as me, i like being part of everything and really getting paid to do nothing. Creatives Admittedly, without them, everything will be words on white paper. These are the people who add life, visuals and colour to and transform an idea to an AD. amazing. Creatives include, Copy Writers (a potential look in) and Designers. These are the most eccentric people you'll ever meet. Clients Ah....the people with the money. They rule us. Their trump card being "We're paying you, we want it done yesterday" A dog never bites the hand that feeds it. Sigh. With every job we undertake, we pray, let us be friends. This is what i've learnt so far and i hope, i'll still be this happy 6 months down. Today, i wish, this week will be over! the whine and drone has started.
Beware of Bimboness. On Saturday, i had one of those unplanned good days i will usually plan for which doesn't turn out right.You know like, Hey,meet you at 10...we'll shop at far east.we walk aimlessly for hours and end our day lamenting how we either bought nothing and should have gone to the beach instead or spent too much and grudgingly sip our 5 dollar starbucks coffee...just to top it of. Saturday was started innocent, Jeanette had asked me to go shopping.Sure...Sat morning, 1030am.I haven't gone shopping since Christmas, like real shopping...a whole day dedicated to time in shops and not those by the way shopping. So i was terribly focused. i listed what i needed to get. A scarf for my trip to HK...(which i found out will be terribly cold which i'm not happy about), a pair of shorts (to wear for supper, not too short cos that's indecent and not too long cos thats for boys), Sunnies (also for HK, just to look cool in) and a Bandana...(for the hair). With Jeanette or the sisters, shopping's a breeze, standard shopping route. Topshop, Dorothy Perkins, Forever21, Cotton On, Mango, Pull and Bear, RiverIsland. No "where to next ah?"...standard. So i stepped into Dorothy Perkins...bang, white shorts, 23 bucks, last piece, my size! Nice Cashier, 10% discount, 20 bucks for Dorothy Perkins shorts...its like a SHOPPING MIRACLE. 1 down. Next Forever21, grabbed a pair of sunnies just to try, i mean we all know how expensive these branded sunnies are...but lookit, it fits!check price...only 11 bucks??? crazy. 2 down. After that i was just looking out for stuff i could spend money on, i saw a fabulous red raincoat...its gorgeous, everyone needs a raincoat!!can you imagine the pain i felt to part with it? why?? why must it cost 62 bucks. Depression is really such a unecessary emotion. So i cure myself by having lunch!Not before first going to Pull and Bear. I saw a lovely scarf, the price..30 bucks...for CLOTH which does nothing for you..really. at most, keeps your neck warm. So i decided, if i was still thinking about it after lunch, i'll get it.(sue me, i'm scared of the cold) LUNCH! i really need lunch! And boy was it yummy...go go..pasta place at taka!near the lifts. Guess what? i forgot about the scarf. Only to remember i needed one when we were at Heeren. And you know what?? i found one, a nicer one. At only 14 bucks! i love it. Isn't it a perfect day for shopping? Later, we went to Centrepoint. Nothing. Seeing how we were so near plaza singapura, Jeanette (donut lover extrodinaire) suggested i try Missy Donuts. Glazed of course. i'm really not a big fan of donuts. On the way, we passed this Donut shop, E-donuts i think its called...donut lover just had to buy some. At Missy(stupid name),the donut was heavenly,soft, sweet, sinful, will never have one again for 2 months but nice. Next we took the bus to Raffles City, seeing how we were so near and so far, all the shops were empty and people were scarce, just the way i love it. At Raffles City, i remembered about the donut craze with the 3 hour queue for donuts...so i decided to check out Donut House. There was no queue. dammit. One more won't hurt...and glazed is the least fattening..AIN'T IT? At the counter, i said, "One Please." "ONE? Just ONE? the look of, "you know, ordering just one is a crime." stood there in front of me. sheesh. I took barely 2 bites of my donut and barely five steps, when there, in front of me, was J.CO. Only the best donuts ever in Indonesia and also, the closest thing to Krispy Kreme.(WHICH IS BTW AWESOME, trust all the rumours.)Something in me just knew, the donut i was eating wouldn't be my last. 2 and a half donuts in less than an hour, just minutes after lunch. (chants, i walked from orchard, i walked from orchard.) Totally disgusted with ourselves, Jeanette and i crashed Julie's room over at the Ritz. It was wonderful, the bed...ahhh..the bed...just the perfect place to let those sinful, oil soaked, sugar coated donuts settle and find its rightful place on my body where i'll see and exclaimed...oh gawds, i'm going on a diet! Then Ju comes in and says, HEY, you know there's this club upstairs that serves free food. All you can eat. WHAT????YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING ME...well after the obligatory "nah i can't eat anymore." we found ourselves eating the free food at the club upstairs which serves the free food. Damn hotel food is yummy. overlooking singapore. (my home and where only things this stupid can happen) After that, the parents came. GUESS WHAT? it was now dinner time and they had to eat. i refused!i swear. Satay was planned, but the mother had a bad tummy, so we had porridge...i had nothing...i was so proud. thank goodness we didn't have satay. Of course, when we went back to the ritz, the parents had to see this rumoured atas club which serves free food, all you can eat. Back there i was, and you know what they had now? Chocolates. Many many types of chocolates. I could have easily said no, i'll wait in the room and drink plain water but no. there i was munching on the different types of chocolates. Chocolates not found anywhere else. Chocolates i don't even like or eat much of. Chocolates i had to eat for i may not eat there again. Damn that club. i hate that place. Also, never underestimate the power of a scarf and sunnies combo at a hotel. ha! Act atas only. To top off this great day, i won 8 bucks at poker. woohoo. 
btw, there's a clear view of the singapore flyer from Ritz's bathrooms...so if you guys ever happen to be at Ritz taking a bath and having some rabba rabba, imagine the fortunate people at the flyer get more than their ticket's worth. also, if you're going on the flyer, bring powerful binoculars, so you can check out the weirdos taking their baths at the Ritz.
It is almost a month into the new year and any changes i had set out to do...has not been done!!! seeing how i'm part chinese, i take CNY as a second chance...so that means. i have 2 weeks to do something. By changes, i refer mostly job wise. bleah. i do feel like punching myself for not chasing the job i want...even though the opportunity was there...gawds. Which is causing me some major unforseen restlessness. ANYWAY, other than the job scene...i spent the whole week meeting up with great friends who've been most influential in my life at that point in time. There's Penny. She was my best friend in primary school, that's 14 years ago. She was in my class since primary one but we only spoke in primary four when our teacher made us partners when changing classes...also once i remember, during science class, the teacher asked, "give an example of something which uses a pulley?" most people would answer wheelbarrows or cranes typical science textbook answers, she answered, the buckets people at the markets use to store money. HAHA....She was always stubborn, strong willed and knew what she wanted. we were inseparable. so inseparable, we made no other friends in primary school. only each other. Sadly in secondary school, yearning to be in the cool group, our friendship grew apart. but look what happened, after 10 years, we're still friends. Then there's Mei Kay, We were a group of 5 in secondary school despite the rest disappearing, both of us stuck. And stuck we'll be i guess. These are 2 people i hardly see, but these are the 2 whom you'll never meet cos they know too much of my forgotten past! it was nice catching up though.which was one of my resolutions, - stop trying to please the aquaintences just for acceptance and be miserable and just cherish the friends who chose you to be theirs. i just love the magic that happens when you meet a person from the past...cos transported to the past you will be. the happy moments remain happy and the stressed moments appear hilariously funny! Anyway, on a happier note, I HAD A FANTASTIC HAIR DAY TODAY...it was absoulutely wonderful...every hair in place, not a frizz in sight and it stayed that way till 9pm. This NEVER happens, then when in orchard, i sneaked to zara and the rain came!!! gawds...lucky i was heading home and papa was just a minute away. ok Greys is on TV!!!
It was just pouring Last Sunday! So my sis tells me, eh...look after my kid? i wanna sleep. Me thinks...well this stinks.WHAT DO YOU DO WITH KIDS? So i decided to do what my mum and i used to do when i came home from school eons ago whenever it rained. And that was, to bake. Many life lessons were learnt during these sessions. my mother's kitchen is the ABSOLUTE best place to cook. it may not have any shiny, high standard cookware but it has an oven and everything and anything needed to bake at any given time.  The Chefs Here's my sous chef. look at the intesity! 
"Learning is fun...when there's food involved" ~ Ames 
Look who couldn't wait! So right, when you cook with kids, this is the scene Nicky:i wanna do!
Alexis:gimme!
Nicky:you do later! i do first. all while having 4 hands on one bowl being pushed back and forth so 80% goes into the bowl and 20% ends up on the floor...and this is the result. yes..that was my many many small cookies fused into one big ass one. 
Never fear, it just had a lack of flour! 
See, its now in pieces.ya, so like one of the kiddos had to go pee pee and this is the result...burnt cookies. Improving... 
Finally, the smell and taste of sweet success! So you see, failure isn't the end of everything. They were all from the same batch of cookie dough...but with different results. Success is nothing, without learning from failure.  
Anyhow, the cookies were snapped up in secs, flat, burnt and perfect. Who enjoyed my cookies best??? my smallest food critic.
We all have things that make us look down and smile to yourself, too shy to show the world we're happy over something so small. For me it could be - a hello or good morning coupled with a bright sincere smile or a message on the phone from a friend just as the day starts or when she/he sees you
- trying on a dress that fits me perfectly with an even more perfect price
- a priceless memory that just pops in your head of an inside joke or conversation shared with a friend, maybe a day or even a week before
- a train or the bus arriving just as you reach the stop or station
- a really yummy meal or a good cup of coffee
- the cute guy at work joining you for lunch
- waking up to rain on a saturday morning
- a nice song playing on the radio which reminds you of someone special
There are many more i can't really think of now, nonetheless, you'll notice, the common basis of these little things are they are all unexpected and can't be planned. Fulfilling expectation makes you smile, oh, but a pleasant unexpectation, gives you a little jolt, the heart races and you're really HAPPY. your eyes brightens, your face radiates and your smile is so big, it hurts.so nice right?? Anyway, what got me thinking about this was, today i got to leave work at 6. i went to the 75 bus stop and got a message from shum. small yay. the bus took forever to arrive, message message message shum. i got onto the bus and guess what?? in a little corner of the bus, a familiar face i see, that of SHUM. so happy la!this hardly happens! meeting a close friend on the bus means, no long boring journey, great conversation and a great end to a long day...totally unplanned. I think this is the big guy's way of saying, you've been good today, here's a little reward. Happiness can't be bought, pity, for it really is a great gift. If you are blessed with humour, treasure it, share it, you're a cut above the rest. ok..you must think i'm crazy now.
I think i'm quite lucky la. I mean i hardly ever want anything. But when i do, i want it bad, i most of the time get what i want. Pompous spoilt brat huh? So right, i begged, borrowed, fluttered my eyelashes, smiled my sweetest smile, and stole some invites to THE CLICK 5 exclusive invite only showcase at MOS. See what i mean? i don't even like music that much, but recently i got hooked on Jenny. the next thing i knew, the band was in Singapore, the next thing i knew, i see them live twice in a week. Sweet. Too bad i didn't get to see them at work seeing how they were in my office building like 4 times this week, and my colleague was like, "oh, they're just walking by my door like just." i did get to see their Transport though and had half a mind to stay back at work to catch a glimpse. BUT i came to my senses. So i asked my sister to come with me seeing how she's the only one i know who's free, she introduced me to the band and i had just taken a quiz last week on "how good a person am i?" where one of the questions was "You scored 2 tickets to a exclusive gig, who would you bring?" Options : boyfriend of 2 weeks, family member or best girl friend for 5 years and i chose sister...so erm. ya. 
ANYWAY, the showcase was filled with screaming teeny boppers and if i felt out of place...gosh my sis was way out of place..but we got good views cos we had VIP treatment and luck. (it was fun flashing our invites and jumping the queue, OH the faces, sigh, being a bitch is sweet!!)it was fun seeing Click 5 up close this time FOR FREE, if i had only known, but eh, the black eyed peas were fun la, and i was starving and couldn't wait for maccas after. Now i'm damn tired. i think i'm sick of them and shall stick to my videos on youtube no more rock concerts for me for a year. btw, Jenny is the only nice song in their new album, i prefer the old teeny bopper music of the old one. People do say Empty is a nice song of which the video was filmed tonight. FYI. My sis was more excited to see the Muttons. hehe. Fun Facts: i feel like i did the same thing on Mon and Thurs. 1. Debbs and Donna have the same birthday, 19th May. 2. I watched Click 5 on both days 3. I ate Grilled Chicken Bun, Corn and Coke happy meal on both days.
So last Sunday, Debbs and i made plans to watch the movie SuperBAD on Monday cos we haven't seen each other for AGES, (a week) it was Settled. Then, Debbs messages me..."Eh wanna go for Black Eyed Peas tomorrow?" At that moment, i was bored. I was on my comfy couch, looking aimlessly at the blank tv screen because the remote was too far from reach. Debbs adds, "Click 5 is opening act." And that's when i just said "OK LET'S GO!" like 127 dollars is something i'll have just lying around. Debbs messages back.."OK TICKETS BOUGHT!" OMG!!!!! what did i just do??????? "Paaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!! my birthday is coming and i know the perfect present" So our boring movie date got a bumper upgrade to a kick ass rock concert! Oh the spontaneity of it all. So after that was settled, i was extremely EXCITED can!!! i told EVERYONE i was going to watch the Black Eyed Peas but seriously, who cares about them? they already have their fans..127 bucks for 30 mins of CLICK 5 man...i think i'm insane. i laid out my ROCK clothes(which i took 3 hours to decide on), went shopping to see if should get other rockish things. (none)The next morning, i awoke to find my rock get up, IN THE WASH!!! (cos it was on my chair)this kinda thing, my maid's efficient. bleah. oh the horror! So i was in utter panic thinking of what to wear in 5 minutes before work. Well i could hardly do any work because i couldn't contain my excitement,so right, after a day of squirming in my seat, 7pm finally came. (btw, i found out on tues, click 5 was in my building! my coll.saw one of them do something really normal like walking pass a door.) 
This was Debbs and i pre show, eating maccas and in the toilet... we had to go early cos i remind you, CLICK 5 was only the opening act. i was prepared for only 10mins of them. So boy was i happy when i got 20 whole mins! So right, i go, "Debbbbsssss!! take photo with me!, we NEVER take photos", stupid Debbs goes, "NO!!!!!! i don't want, dowan!" CLICK!, THEN AH!! the stupid woman go and look soooooo pretty in the photos!!! and i look like shit! "AGAIN! AGAIN!" i yell and whine. No no no! Debbs goes, Click! and she goes and looks nice again!!! idiot! 
So right, we met up with Debbs sisters and the FUN began! the concert was DAMN fun, albeit Civil. Think people standing at their seats and shaking their booty just a slight. Got Beer, but cannot bring inside the venue. But still!!! i LOVE the YELLING, i LOVE Singing along to the words along with everyone else, i LOVE just SCREAMING and JUMPING cos i FEEL like it and everyone doesn't care and joins in. I LOVE the loud music that makes my hearing impaired, i LOVE the great company. I LOVE having my seat so i can rest when i want to in comfort. my MONDAY night was the furthest thing from blue. I wanna go again!!!!! One thing that did amaze me was how concerts used to have people holding up candles, now its handphones...who would have thought? Jennnyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!, That's the girlllllllllllll, i'm looking FORRRRrrrrr!!, Catch myyyyy WAVEEEEE!!! with Arm Action of the WAVE!!!! SO FUN!!! lalala. Oh i missed having something to be crazy over, the last time i was crazy over something was Leonardo diCaprio. Its great acting like a teenager again! btw, don't i look cool? 
So right, i've been talking and showing photos of myself mostly, we DID go and watch a concert. And above are the oh so CUTE stars of the first 30 mins of the show. So since everyone was bothered about the black eyed peas, like SO OVERATED, i got clear views of the click 5 who most people don't even know of!CAN! Who Cares? it was Sweet! btw, i watched the video That's the Girl like 10x continuous on you tube, fell hopelessly in love with the lead singer, with his raven hair and soulful eyes of precious gems. And i find out at the concert, they changed the lead singer, lucky he's cute too. But i prefer the old one. Obligatory statement so people won't think i'm crazy to spend that kinda money on just 30 mins of Click 5. i must say, Fergie the Dutchess was absoulutely HAWT! she can do cartwheels with one hand. i also want to be able to do that. i can sing to their songs too! So Proud. So when's the NEXT one??? Call me! i'm THERE! I wish Avril Lavigne comes.
| My Piano | Oct 18, '07 11:52 PM
for everyone |
The Piano really is quite a wonderful instrument. Every now and again when there’s nothing to do, I sit at MY piano and play out my tunes, I say my because I take pride that I am the only one in my immediate family who can play the piano so it’s the only thing in my home that I can call my own and need not share. No doubt, I don’t play it well and I don’t like playing the piano for people. I have been playing the piano since I was 4 years of age, I got started because my cousin who was 6 was performing for the entire family during one of our family gatherings and everyone was ignoring my jokes and singing acts to my utter disappointment and I was jealous so I told my mother, I want to play the piano. My cousin has since got a Masters in Music while I gave up at Grade 5 but that’s another issue altogether. At the beginning I enjoyed my piano lessons, while my classmates had to content with just singing twinkle twinkle little star and mary had a little lamb, I could play it on the piano. But as I grew older, I realized I was not very good at the piano and I don’t like doing things which I can’t be the best at or at least good enough for people to go wah! Also, I didn’t like playing the classical music expected of us, my teacher would only teach me one non classical piece if I had practiced my 3 weekly classical pieces. Doesn’t that sound like an absolute bore? Also, I had to abide by the dainty mannerisms of a cultured pianist, no shorts during classes, no crossing of legs, no speaking above a certain level, have good posture when spoken to, always remember my refined greetings, pleases and thank yous. Gawds. Out of rebel, I did not utter a single word during my classes for 5 years from grade 3 to grade 5 and if I didn’t like something, I’d just cry. See, told you I was bad, I took 5 years to rise up 2 grades. It also helped that I was painfully shy. So while the rest of the girls gushed about their latest boyband song they could tinker on the piano, I was wishing I was out in the sun playing catch or sports with the boys, by the time I had finished my classes, I’d rush home to find my neighbours were already dead tired to play any more games and laugh at the stupid dresses my mother made me wear. By the time I was in Grade 5, I had just given up on my practices to the utter disappointment of my mother, so she and my teacher came up with a torture plan. I had to go down after school 3 times a week and practice in front of the people at Mcdonalds of course they couldn’t hear me, but they could see me. So there I was, locked in a room with a piano, non sound proofed walls and a glass window which people peered into like an exhibit. So just play the stupid piano la. I can’t remember how long this went on for but One Day, I couldn’t take it anymore, I just cried, ran out of the school and told my mum, I’m not playing the piano anymore and used concentrating on my O levels as the reason, not knowing my parents were paying about 300 a week for my lessons. My mum and I had countless arguments with her concluding statement of “One day, you’ll thank me for my making you learn how to play the piano.” After I had given up playing the piano, I refused to look or touch the piano, listen to music and conjured a hatred for the bloody thing and all things musical. Eg, if a person were to be playing a piano at a café, I’d walk out and go shop instead. I was 16. For 2 years my piano just sat there collected dust, my mother decorated it lace and pretty pictures to disguise what a mistake it was and make it seem less than a white elephant btw, my piano’s black. At 18, after a really bad day at school, I think it was because of a boy. I was mopping about at home, crying my heart out, the tv wasn’t helping, the computer wasn’t helping, food wasn’t helping. So I just sat at my piano, familiarizing myself with my past I chose to erase. I started playing the songs I like, the simple Disney ones and slowly, the anger passed. I played my piano for 5 hours that afternoon. My mum came out, smiled and said “it’s nice to hear music in the house again” and went back to her room. So nowadays, I still don’t play the piano everyday. I only play it when I’m very sad, down and stressed, like if I had a bad day, if my papa’s sick, if I heard someone say something nasty about me or if someone insulted me or if no one calls me that day or if I’m nervous or even after a sad movie, it cures me more than anyone’s words can say and I believe the piano is the best to play sad love songs on. It helps emphasize the emotion I’m feeling and have a opposing effect, maybe its something to do with climaxes like in economics, maybe it’s the sound of the piano keys which to me sounds like light raindrops on a cold dreary day. And I always play the same old love songs, I don’t play it fantastically well but I play it for me and the tune is there. No one in the house disturbs me when I play the piano because they know if they say something, I’ll stop immediately, sometimes they listen from the dinner table but I think the piano makes people peaceful because after I’m done, most of the household is sleeping. So I guess my mum was right. I don’t regret learning the piano. Thanks Mum. Happy Birthday!
| Teeth | Oct 17, '07 7:48 AM
for everyone |
My sister is showing her recently extracted bloody rotten molar to everyone. its disgusting. i wish i had one to show off too.
For a week, my sister went, "Ames help me at my stall". (She had to do this stall so her kid can get a space in the atas Maris Stella Kindergarten) My answer was a constant, "No". Let me give you an insight on incessant the torture. I wake up, the sis says "Ames help me at my stall". I sit down at dinner, the sis says "Ames help me at my stall". I come home from work, the sis says "Ames help me at my stall". I lay down to sleep, the sis says "Ames help me at my stall". A week, this is what i had to endure. No, no, no..a million times no. i am NOT waking up at 8am on a Saturday morning, to help out at my nephew's kindergarten where the only boys i'll meet are at max. 6 or Married Fathers to the 6 year old boys. Come Saturday Morning, at 7am, i got my eye lids prodded open(not funny),with surround sounds of Wake up, wake up, wake up!! and had this to greet me...  
So come 8am, guess where i was...   
So while i just sat there and grumbled. The sisters got to work... 
     
So like in true Distant Family Style, Everyone Helped! As the day went on, i discovered my hidden talent for hair spraying, (i had people request for my expertise wor!), of course my fave job was that of Glitterist which made all the little girls magically transform to princesses and fairies. And it was MOST FUN! But if you think this is one kiddy party. Ha, i prove thee wrong. We won BEST DRESSED STALL..!!!! which of course the ever attention grabbing Donna took credit for..ha. Check out the mighty trophy sia. 
 
Our stall power leh!!! it was most interesting, prettiest, had the hottest chicks, raised the most funds, drew the most people and was filled with laughter that made all the other stalls jealous! AND!!! like how often does this happen??    
HairSpraying a Nun.!!! Most Cool! However, this is the absoulute last time i'll wake up early on a Saturday morning!!
Mummy's voice muffles, "yeah my husband's sick so Amy will fetch us!" "Go to sleep early!!!" "Like Now!" (the time's 1030pm on a Friday night) Mummy Says to me.
Me: WHAT? its Saturday tomorrow.
Mummy: Aiyah, what to do, papa's sick, Good Girl. So bright (actually the sun wasn't up yet) and early, EXTREMELY early! in the morning, at 5:45am on a Saturday morning, my mother's yelling, WAKE UP WAKE UP!!! i need to go to Kembangan, i need to be there by 7am, but i need to fetch A.A(her "lesbian lover") and your Papa's still sick so he can't fetch us. Me: 5 mins more (flashbacks to secondary school)
2 mins later
Mummy: WAKE UP! Come home can sleep again!Hurry up late already!Just wear your Pajamas.
Me:BUT I CAN'T WAKE UP!
SO like do you know the sky is still dark at 6.30am? After you're awake for a while, the early morning sights are quite nice. In the car it was like, Make sure your Papa does this,this,that,that,this,that,this. Anyway, waking up early does have its benefits, by 12, i had already eaten my breakfast, while watching the sun rise, heard the latest gossips of telok blagah while doing my hair (which thank god is no longer orange), made my own yummylicious lunch of pasta and sausages, its damn good k! most productive. After lunch, the sick papa decided that he has slept enough and decided to disturb me. he says he's "hanging out in my room". bleah...so here i was playing around with Facebook when he sees my profile photo and says "JIAK BEI LIAO" which in reality probably has no meaning. But in my papa's slang, it's hokkien for "score or win already" "Who's your pretty friend?". 
Me: PAAAAA!!!! THAT'S ME!!!!
Pa: That's you? Don't bluff! *looks closer, "ok, who are you trying to kid?"
Me: Bleah bleah bleah, fine, if that's not me, how do i look like? So he sits at my computer and looks through the numerous photos of me and finally, he lets out a little chuckle. there this one. 
Whatever man!
 
Look at this!! my mum's sisters were down for the week and they called themselves the belles of KLANG (my mummy's hometown)...and that's me and my sisters. OMG!!! AHHHHHH!!! SLAP on the SK II like NOW pls..thanks  The Distant Sisters Favourite PAPA!
So like a few weeks ago, on a Friday night, I had made plans with my sisters to go club. But foreseeing a night of boredom, partying with a bunch of married albeit hot women, I cancelled on them and went out with friends to club instead. In other words stood them up. My sisters, at the last minute, scrapped their plans and went midnight shopping, bought many many things followed by a bitching supper session at Swensens (STICKY CHEWY CHOCOLATE!!!!!!!only like the best icecream in the world) after. Of course I did not know about the change of plans because they had a “lets not tell stupid amy who stands us up for her friends” pact. The next day, I heard about this and kicked myself for standing them up for my friends were fun but not the same kind that comes from shopping (which I prefer) and continued to sit in silence while they reconciled the fun events of the night. So these days the conversations go like this Eldest Sis : “ Let’s go out Friday Jeanette (Sis’s bestest friend): “Yeah, lets do such and such” 2nd Sis: “OK!” Me: “Yeah Ok” Eldest Sis: “ Who said you were coming?” Jeanette: “Yeah you choose friends over us what” 2nd Sis: “Let’s go shopping again” Me: “EH!!! I WANNA GO!” 2nd Sis: “You don’t think we’re fun enough what” Me: “ heyyyyyyyyyy” Eldest Sis : “So where are we going without Amy?” SO POOR THING RIGHT? The one Friday night I had plans, I kena ostracized for life.
Fark man. I love this song and Grey's Anatomy Rules All. How To Save A Life The Fray lyrics Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
You begin to wonder why you came
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
Let him know that you know best
Cause after all you do know best
Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence
Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you've told him all along
And pray to God he hears you
And pray to God he hears you
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
[How To Save A Life Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com]
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
How to save a life
How to save a life
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
How to save a life
So like I have a deal with my Papa, if it’s raining at 6pm, come and fetch me. Lest he wants his beloved precious drown. So yesterday at 6pm, I asked my papa to come fetch but he looks out and doesn’t see a drop of rain just grey skies. “It’s not raining, you are totally capable of coming home yourself, I’m going to sleep. Hurry come home, there’s food on the table.” Bleah…so drag drag drag all the way to the bus stop, hopped on to the bus, got down to walk to the second bus stop and BOOM. The droplets just came, just a little because I reached the bus stop in time. Hair wet. Went home right, took off my rubber band that was boom, BIG HAIR! Think  DIANA ROSS (this is what happens to unfortunate people with curly hair) Sat down at dinner and My blessed with good genes straight haired sister asked “Why your hair so big?” (Everyone at the dinner table looks at the hair) My reflective response, “stupid rain la” Sis: “So, your hair becomes big when in touches the rain?” Me: “Yes, or any form of H2O. This is when my stupid brother in law, actually stopped stuffing his greedy face, choked, looked up, and LAUGHED! He LAUGHED a most hearty laugh at me! At my most vulnerable moment! The usually silent fella my desperate sister married who is too cool to usually speak. DumbAss. And fyi, his car had just gotten smashed by a tree earlier that day thanks to my sister. He’s getting a car on loan which will be manual and my sister (who took 7 times to pass her driving test) will have to drive it. All these problems and he can actually still LAUGH at me. Boys are stupid. So yes, if a guy were to EVER say to me “Your hair is very pretty” or “I love your hair”. It’s confirm LURVE! Take, grab and marry! Haha. Until then, I have to find a way never to let a guy see me in the rain or after a bath. No romantic raining love scenes for me! Btw, Dorothy Perkins at Great World City is a freaking God Send! See, it pays to be good and go to church.
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