Porcelain Peony

penang trip

noreply@blogger.com (Emily) — Sun, 31 Mar 2013 06:09:00 +0000

penang. why are you so peaceful.

i love it. i will go back one day. to this day, i still could not believe me and my friend MJ walked the whole trip. WALKED. just 2 feet walking on whatever pavement/tarmac/dirt we can find.

and the self exploring just the trip much more worthwhile.

Amelie Cafe, just before Khoo Kongsi

Blue Mansion

blue mansion tour (its really worth the tour, but there is only a few tours a day. but if you are interested, you could stay in the mansion too)

chew jetty - one of the many Hokkien Jetties around

penang coffee shop

artwork by artist Ernest Zacharevic, lovely. be sure to ask your hotel's reception desk for a copy of the map of all his artwork. you can't find those maps at the airports. another thing about (free) maps in penang, is they are NOT to be trusted. i suggest you go to their local bookstore (i got mine at POPULAR) to get a proper map, with small lanes and roads. IT HELPS.

these welded iron artworks are not by Ernest Zacharevic but you could easily find them near Ernest's works. as usual, you can't find them on the free maps. you need to go to your hotel or to a travel agency over there to get it. my friend and i took to these maps to "treasure hunt" these artworks and its very exciting!

khoo kongsi - a tired rickshaw driver taking a needed rest

eastern & oriental hotel - we didn't stay here, we stayed opposite it (Bayview Hotel Georgetown). we did make a promise that if we ever had the budget, we would come back to stay here

lovelane hotel is really a hotel. quite pricy but its worth to stay

peranakan museum - go for their tours

snake temples - lack of snakes though - i remember when i was a kid, i came to snake temple and the ground were filled with snakes.. literally a temple of snakes. but now they just kept them in dirty boxes, and cashing on a few bucks for photo-taking. its quite a sad environment for the snakes

sun yat sun building

its already what.. 2013?

noreply@blogger.com (Emily) — Sat, 30 Mar 2013 15:36:00 +0000

just one movie and it got me blogging. julie and julia.

i just wish i could be like julie, its just so easy for her to type so freely to her readers. i wish i have that kind of skills and ability. anyway, first things first:

how are you, my beloved blog?

i think its because i have relied on a "visual blog" to blog about my life, nowadays. instagram. addictive and so "important". you can't live without it, you just turned cold turkey. for real. endless scrolling, following, unfollowing, tapping hearts, blocking spammers, scrolling again, tapping again.. as much as i loath this routine, i can't live without it.

and its just so intriguing/entertaining/nosy/curious to see what people from the other side of the globe are "visual blogging" too. i've just became a nosy, irritating gossipy neighbour, meddling in people's lives, through the square windows of instagram.

is this healthy? to be completely, utterly addicted to instagram? i could never see myself pass through a busy day at work, without involuntarily signing into instagram and involuntarily tapping hearts onto photos of people i wish were my real friends. in this life.

sigh.

good night ~

now it is..

noreply@blogger.com (Emily) — Sat, 22 Oct 2011 18:17:00 +0000

the time for me to blog.

so long have i forsaken your existence! i miss my blog. so clean, so neat.

what has happened so far during my absence.. well, i've graduated and has since started work.

i like my work. seriously. its been month 3 so far. but there are glitches here and there. a little. ok, fine, quite a few. the place i work at is very corporate, filled with a lot of people who's expression feels like he/she has a wedgie. everyone seems to be on an edge. in the 1st month of work, i'm fine with the tension and stuff, prolly 'cos its your FIRST month, you are in the tension itself! but as you tend to sink in a little, you feel bothered by all this wedgie-d people. why the stress? why the tension? why the wedgie??

i am a very laid back person. i work well when i feel inspired. but i can't really, as if someone has put a leash on me. i need to breathe.. i need space! i'm claustrophobic. the people (sans the boss) i work with are fine people. but when they are on "corporate timing", you expect them to be so high-strung like they got a g-string wedgie. not. good. in any way. and their tension seems to spread through the office department, especially to the boss, and finally to us, small chippies.

i also work well when i'm dressed comfortable. i can't work in... bustiers? high heels? button up shirts? hello? choke? i feel trapped. i wanna be released. physically and mentally. but my boss, has an issue with my dressing, and so does the company. gosh. just gimme a uniform already! and court shoes with them! gosh..

omg.. looking at the past and current pictures, my face got bigger.. (though the weight is the same, but its always the case for my face.. i duno... maybe its too much air..) aw man... time to lose weight.. no more dinners! back to my 2 meals a day.. or is it.. my hair got thinner? either way.. oh shucks.

cupcake anyone?

i bought a pop-up book and glad i did - Victoria Market

South Yarra, Melborne

on the way to Puffing Billy

outside Puffing Billy

on the Puffing Billy steam train

pardon my behaviour..

i went to melbourne for 2 weeks, before i started work... oh how i miss melbourne.. *sad face* when can i have a holiday again..

p.s. pictures are from friends, love them and them

Films as we liked it

noreply@blogger.com (Emily) — Fri, 11 Mar 2011 22:33:00 +0000

I would like to know what determines a popular culture, especially a national culture that could affect the whole of Asia, and maybe the world. How does a country affect another country, since the other country have their very own beliefs and culture? Take for example the Korean Wave.

They have made used of their film industry as communication tool to the world. Films are dream factories, they conjured dreams that receiver like us wished it were possible that it may happen to us. Korean films were able to do that successfully. They took a dream or a wishful scenario and injected that scene into the characters’ also mundane everyday life. Korean film gave the viewers a hope, a chance, a belief that it could happen to them, as so it seems, they have similar characteristics as the characters on the shows, which is the use of “soft power” as persuasive communication.

A dream does not make up a film. Other platforms like props, the genre and the actors also help boost viewership. The narrative of the film is able to naturalise the scenario for the viewers to relate to, and thus, adding value to the ideologies behind the film. Every film has an ideology behind it. Be it a meaningful ideology from a documentary like ‘The Cove’ or a persuasive underlining ideology like ‘The Devil wear Prada’.

Korean and Japanese dramas are based on facts of similar modern temporality in real life, where we faced with scenarios of urban consumerism, western influences, pursuing the same dreams and aspiration. It gives viewers the empowerment that if the character of the show could have the power to overcome any obstacles that came his/her way, chances of it happening to them is high.

Dramas like these are able to tap on viewers emotions easily, due to the realisation of the similar background stories that the viewers could relate to with the character. These dramas are usually popular with the female audiences, since female are brought up with notions that there are always a prince to come sweep her off her feet, a step mother that stops her from pursuing her dreams and a fairy tale ending, from the western fairy tale books we read when we were younger.

Therefore Asian dramas are usually ends with a fairy tale ending, in an urban layout. They all share the similar plots. The main characters would face a problem that hindered his/her career and love life just at the peak of his/her life. Whilst he/she goes through the trials and tribulations, he/she finds will power and empowerment to continue to ‘work hard’ to get where he/she later succeeds with: a love life and a dream career. The plot is overused and will always be used again and again as this is the very plot that we are all brought up with: with the education we have, we aimed at our dream careers and have a prince/princess to live with, happily ever after.

No movie/film/drama is actually about stories of failure, of course unless it is a documentary and info-documentary, but yet although most documentaries tries to give light to the real truth and realisation of what is happening to us, viewers is given the option to choose to watch and accept their plots, or still be ‘trap’ in the dream-like scenario sheltered by the drama/film/movies made just for them.

Culture as we liked it

noreply@blogger.com (Emily) — Fri, 11 Mar 2011 22:32:00 +0000

What is culture? Culture is cultivated and not natural. It is man-made. Culture is the emergence of a belief in a value or experience. Culture is the by-product of the chapters of human history, of human’s experiences. And from culture, it leads to the start of traditions.

Then what is contemporary culture? The definition of contemporary culture meant “existing, occurring, or living at the same time, belonging to the same time.” Put those two words together, it meant the everyday life, the occurrence of the NOW, the present.

The culture you see today and the ones ten years ago, differs a lot. Culture is ever changing and like a computer software, upgrading. It is not rooted down. And now that we have entered the technological era, mass media, information are readily available, which leads to the intensity of the influence in culture on the modern society we live in today and everyday. We are now living in the media culture.

And from here we began to naturalize a way of living.

Denaturalising the natural: What defines being natural? The way of life. But what contributes to the way of life? Everyday culture. Everyday culture is shaped by socialization and acculturation, which results in the gradual practices of beliefs and behaviors. In the turn of the century, our cultures changes with time. And so does our beliefs and behaviors. And mass media is significant provider of beliefs in this era.

We now live in period where mass media is all around us. The mass media plays a part in shaping our understanding of the world today. Mass media is a tool in telling us what is good, what is bad, what is boring and what is fun. Children in the past played outside, catching spiders and picking fruits, but because of mass media, children of this generation look up to mass media to tell them what is fun, what is hip, what could make them popular amongst their friends if they got the toy shown in ads and television. I remember during my childhood, we had ‘masak masak’, role playing games of everyday life, cooking and cleaning, or a simple running and catching game. Now, my nephews grunts and groan about getting the latest ‘Bayblade’, a top-looking toy. They cry if they did not get what they wanted, as it seems owning one of these toys help them stay close to their friends who have it, and not owning one is perceived by the other kids as not popular. Owning a ‘Bayblade’ will make them the coolest kid in school, was their mindset set by television ads and the cartoons they watched.

Although mass media sometimes reshape our mindset of what we believe is good and bad for you, mass media like newspapers and the news is also needed in our lives. It keeps us updated on the world. But I always wonder, with the whole world so big and the information within each country so vast, how do we decide what and which is important and what is not to be put up on the news for us to receive as information?

For example, news of some scientific breakthrough of a gadget that allows us to understand what each dolphins calls represent. Does this ever apply to me in life? Maybe in the long run, I might change my line of work to be a biologist, but as of now, I do not think this is half as important the news of dolphins being herded into a secret cove and mass killed by Japanese fishermen whilst trapped.

How is information weighted? How do we determine what is good for us and what is bad for us, what is needed and what is needed to know, when the only way we get our information is through the same tunnel of mass media.

Communication as we liked it

noreply@blogger.com (Emily) — Fri, 11 Mar 2011 22:30:00 +0000

Communications is part of our everyday lives, love or hate it.

We see and hear information all the time. The moment we open our eyes and made out the first sound, we are instantly communicating and there are always audiences to receive that information, like how a baby communicates through crying, indicating to her parents that she is hungry, and the parents immediately reacts to it. From the sender of messages to the receiver of messages.

We cannot survive without communication in the communication-saturated and communication-dependent world we are living in now, believe it or not. It is unbeknownst to us that it has become an addiction almost, obsessed with the idea of communication, to always to be surrounded by communication, and/or communicating.

But why do we communicate? That is because we want to make meaning and exchange understanding across to the next person. “Who says what to whom in which channel with what effect”.

Than what is persuasive communication? It is communicating through implied intentions and purpose. “Intentional Communication, means aiming at connecting in a meaningful way to exchange information, messages or ideas.” An audience is not forced into blatantly accepting information, but is convinced. Unintentionally intentional. Persuasive communication takes into context of the audiences’ values and beliefs, in other words, audiences is first, communicator second. It is the process of persuasion, guiding oneself or another toward the adoption of an idea, attitude, or action by rational and symbolic (though not always logical) means.

Generally, I feel that Persuasive communication can be used in the worlds of both good and bad.

Good in the sense that it could help a communicator to influence another, by communicating the right, purposeful intentions to its audiences. Like an anti gambling ad encouraging the stop of gambling in a family, an ad on the lives of victims whose family’s life are hindered by an obsessive gambler who so happens to be their family. The ad is relatable to most Asian families, majority of which are Chinese because of our culture and upbringing, of always wanting to make money through the shortest easiest way and our desperate attempt of making it big in our lives. The ad’s message is not direct and subtle but the strong visuals, emotions and the familiar sounding lines the actor said, has the viewer gradually realise of a similar scenario that he/she could remember and relate in real life, in this case, most Asians, because of our gambling upbringing. I like this ad because it not only targets victims of family members who gamble, but also it affects the gamblers, as they come to realise and understand how their lifestyle has affected their family members. This ad is not one-sided on victims, but on the whole picture – the whole family – and how it affects them.

Now for the bad. The bad of persuasive communication, is not directed on how poorly persuasive communication affects audiences, but rather, on the scenarios it is used. Take for example the Visa credit card ad, where Matt Harding dances happily, holidaying in different Asian countries, whilst still holding the Visa card and with appeared text like, “In Singapore without a dollar ”and“ In Japan without a yen”. It implies that without physical cash, it is no problem, as Visa is the solution. Credit cards are not a bad thing. They offer a service which makes it easier to purchase things. But they are not necessary. It is easy to abuse your credit cards and run up a huge balance on them and you find yourself suffering in debt, rather than dancing around happily in your shades in different countries. Ads like these could encourage bad habits/lifestyle, despite its picture-perfect scenario shown on the advertisements.

Persuasive communicated ads can be enlightening and sinister. And ads as such would not stop coming in, as long as there is a sender and a receiver of messages, communication will always be around because “Communication is the quintessential human activity”.

transmission transition

noreply@blogger.com (Emily) — Fri, 22 Oct 2010 07:36:00 +0000

exhibition at Lasalle. called Transmission by :phunk: studios. not bad. some interesting exhibits.

when i went to universal studios.. not the rides but rather just the streets.

noreply@blogger.com (Emily) — Thu, 21 Oct 2010 03:46:00 +0000

on the last day of school, friday, in a way of expressing our relief and saying au revoir to school, we went to universal studio's after hours. minus the rides and screaming kids, at $5, we got to take a stroll on the hollywood streets. not before we drop by the ice cream store near school. the daily scoop. very nice and cosy place... great ice cream.. love their lychee martinee and cherry brandy..*drools* i think i will wanna try out their bailey's choc chip flavor one day, on top of a freshly made waffle..

and they got mean illustrations too. nice! hope i can take some stickers home. check out their website (on the link) to see how their illustrations looks like.

as you can see, my camera sucks at taking night shots. so, obviously, i tried my photoshopping skills. as you can see, due to its poor quality pictures, i decided to turn towards a holga camera effect, well, at least.

its the holidays

noreply@blogger.com (Emily) — Thu, 21 Oct 2010 03:14:00 +0000

those of you who never been to macau, here's some pictures i took while holidaying there and hong kong. you won't see me on the pictures as i am the unofficiated photographer on the trip. here we went to St. Paul's church. nice place. i think this the main visitors place i could think off when traveling in macau, other then that, its the food.

a really neatly photoshop-ed picture by yours truly - doesn't it feels like rome here?

mom and dad - you can tell dad is getting annoyed by all the walking

mom being all 'Christian' inside

cindy wanted to take a photo of the back of the church, which i told her that its not really the main point people travel all the way here to take...

... thats why she went to front and i took this picture

its the holidays, for me that is. 1 week in from 3 weeks, what should i do for the remaining 2 weeks?

i know i have to do my school projects. thats for sure of course. but holidays are meant for having fun right... why am i not having fun?

and i feel extremely fat.. hahaha. actually my weight been all the same all the while, but its the swollen feeling on my face that i can't stand it! time to reduce the salt intake.

i think i will go swimming or something. or maybe just hibernate at home. sigh. this holiday sucks.

and now its september

noreply@blogger.com (Emily) — Thu, 16 Sep 2010 06:59:00 +0000

it was july, than august, and now my friend, its september.. just a mere 2 months plus into 2010, and it felt forever.

should i feel the rush? i am anticipating the rush of projects, but to be serious, where is it? i've anticipated that this 1 year course will be packed as much projects, but i don't feel any.

trip to the museum(s): 1st class excursion

noreply@blogger.com (Emily) — Wed, 28 Jul 2010 15:19:00 +0000

today was my class excursion. we went to Singapore Heritage Museum and National Museum of Singapore.

i prefer the latter, as its more informative and interactive.

i miss you

noreply@blogger.com (Emily) — Sun, 18 Jul 2010 07:36:00 +0000

dearest blog,

how have you been? i miss you so much. do you miss me?

what i have been doing? oh well, i went into sabbatical from work. those 6 months was a blissful recharge, in a healthy, some sort lazy, way. people thought that i was just being couch potatoed and living off nothing with no goals, when actual fact, i am just resting my mind, taking in everything i have missed, noticing the clouds, the flowers, gary's bald patch.. you know what i mean? well, my family don't, and i think a large fraction of my friends don't too. its so difficult to explain to them.

i feel that from my school days, we are taught and made into robots, to listen and obey orders, and to join the dotted lines. so now i'm trying to free myself from that and draw outside the line. i just wanna be crazy (in a good way of course!) and accept all possibilities and question anything when in doubt.

i've started school and was fun AND tiring. i hate the travelling bit, but i like the class bit. met a couple of friends. i think the sabbatical works, 'cos i was full fledge chirpy and sunny (so says my new friend Jacky) when in school. usually, i'm not like that, i am pretty self-centred and shy when it comes to making friends in a new environment. but what i learn from my sabbatical period, was that friends only last a lifetime, and i am prolly one-third into my lifetime, i don't wanna waste that away. haha.

school was interesting. it was sort of the continuation of my sabbatical, but in a textbook way. they are teaching us to give up what we hold as the key to success (in design) and explore new fundamental crazy ways. well.. just accept that everything is possible.

also during this sabbatical period, i bonded with my mom and gary. haha. for my mom's case, i made it an effort to at least go out together on every weekend, unless it is raining, that won't be good for my sore joints.. although its only 1 day of the week, 'though short and sometimes pointless, its just neccessary.

for gary's case, i realise its been 5 years. my little buddy been there for me and i didn't really pay attention to his growth, and that really made me feel guilty. my boy. my son. my kitty. my friend. thank you gary for being there when i need you. we don't talk but you sure know when to come to comfort me when i'm not in the right of mind. what i used to be, foul mouthed and temper, you were able to bring me back to earth. i'm trying not to think of the day you will leave me, although sooner or later it will be, but i hope till then, you stay the way you are and you do the things you do.

anyway, back to a lighter note, singapore has been encountering heavy floods. hmm, i know it doesn't sound light, but that's just great news for the shopper freak in me! in the events of flash floods, i am beginning to look out for the perfect Wellies! but because its singapore, you only get the usual rubber yellow boots. yuck!

look what i've found. aren't they pretty??

"this looks so fun to wear!"

"these are my favourites.. i would love to get the white and dark blue pair"

"this is so joanne.. very cute"

"this is so french.. oui oui "

"ooh nice.. very military.. very 'nice' price tag to it too.."

hunger strikes back

noreply@blogger.com (Emily) — Thu, 06 May 2010 11:13:00 +0000

woken up to a raging appetite, prolly because last night's dinner - instant noodles - aren't satisfying enough to tame the beast in my belly. passing the hunger over to the next morning, i decided to splurge a little more then usual on a deluxe breakfast from mcdonald's. deluxe as it has an added dish to the whole - 2 golden fluffy pancakes. its not wrong to spend too much on breakfast right? i mean, it is the most important meal of the day. (that being said, the meal lasted me all through dinner, it indeed worth 2 meals)

as i was inhaling my breakfast midway, i poke around the condiments wrappers and thought that should be the last thing i should have done whilst eating through it. its was an abomination. it was horrifying.

i knew mcdonald isn't really the ideal choice of meal - for any meal really - to be eaten, let alone breathe it, due to its unhealthy level of UNHEALTHY. its as bad as burning in hell for eating that mouldy chocolate. but i didn't really put it to heart, of course if i do, what will happen to my KFCs and Carl's? my loyal homage to fast food? (that being said, i never was a gregorian cloaked worshipper of macdonald's even in its hay days)

back to horrifying facts:
1. "Butter?" : i thought the pale white melted cream, supposedly to escort Miss Fluffy Cakes down the carpet of eternal digestion was butter. 'lo and behold, its margarine. i never was a fan of margarine. anyway, i can't per say that THAT margarine is deadly (because its 1 molecule away from being a plastic?), but i do enjoy some luxury of having to be able to have 0.5 a knob of butter on my fluffies.

2. "Maple Syrup?": Miss Fluffy Cakes wants Mr Maple! all along i thought that THAT was real maple syrup! until i read that ingredients info corner! noooooo!

3. Creamer: that Nestle creamer is deadly and i forewarn you guys from using it. if you want cream, get milk! i hate this stuff. it got this awful sour-like smell to it - not milk-like. in case you duno, it is palm oil. (ewww)

4. Sodium Silico Aluminate: huh? oh, salt. sounds deadly. i prefer sea salt please.

noreply@blogger.com (Emily) — Wed, 28 Apr 2010 11:29:00 +0000

[Bruno Mars]
I wanna be a billionaire so freaking bad
Buy all of the things I never had
Uh, I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine
Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen

[Chorus]
Oh every time I close my eyes
I see my name in shining lights
A different city every night oh
I swear the world better prepare
For when I’m a billionaire

[Travis "Travie" McCoy]
Yeah I would have a show like Oprah
I would be the host of, everyday Christmas
Give Travie a wish list
I’d probably pull an Angelina and Brad Pitt
And adopt a bunch of babies that ain’t never had sh-t
Give away a few Mercedes like here lady have this
And last but not least grant somebody their last wish
Its been a couple months since I’ve single so
You can call me Travie Claus minus the Ho Ho
Get it, hehe, I’d probably visit where Katrina hit
And damn sure do a lot more than FEMA did
Yeah can’t forget about me stupid
Everywhere I go Imma have my own theme music

[Chorus]
Oh every time I close my eyes
I see my name in shining lights
A different city every night oh
I swear the world better prepare
For when I’m a billionaire
Oh oooh oh oooh for when I’m a Billionaire
Oh oooh oh oooh for when I’m a Billionaire

[Travis "Travie" McCoy]
I’ll be playing basketball with the President
Dunking on his delegates
Then I’ll compliment him on his political etiquette
Toss a couple milli in the air just for the heck of it
But keep the fives, twentys (?) completely separate
And yeah I’ll be in a whole new tax bracket
We in recession but let me take a crack at it
I’ll probably take whatevers left and just split it up
So everybody that I love can have a couple bucks
And not a single tummy around me would know what hungry was
Eating good sleeping soundly
I know we all have a similar dream
Go in your pocket pull out your wallet
And put it in the air and sing

[Bruno Mars]
I wanna be a billionaire so freaking bad
Buy all of the things I never had
Uh, I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine
Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen
I wanna be a billionaire so freaking bad!

the body aches

noreply@blogger.com (Emily) — Tue, 27 Apr 2010 11:15:00 +0000

gosh, i hate this backache. if you are curious at where/what i am doing now. well fret no more, because nothing changed actually. im still rotting around in some corner waiting for replies from the schools i applied for.

i did get an answer from Curtin Uni. 1.5 years they are giving me. tempting eh? well, i don't have the means and the cash to go over. *if you would like to sponsor me, do drop me a comment. we can discuss this matter over tea*

love this song i heard from the radio today. its a song by Stan Walker. i haven't heard of him before this so i am excite to hear more of him. maybe joanne knows bout him.

anyway, thanks JM for repairing my laptop and thanks alicia for keeping it all this while. finally i am reunited with my beloved laptop. will take it out for a walk one of these days.

are you human?

noreply@blogger.com (Emily) — Fri, 09 Apr 2010 02:56:00 +0000

omg, this blog is taking me ages to write.

just the other day i was watching this documentary on tv, about Feral Children, or rather, children raised in the wild, by wild animals. and this paragraph mentioned by the narrator on the documentary really strucked me:

human are hardwired to seek affection, where it is also a type of survival mechanism since birth. neglect from human caretakers contributes to the poor development for young humans growing up. studies shows human thrive on the affection and attention they received, especially from the critical age of 3-4 years in their early childhood... therefore, stripping human from socialism, status and education, we are basically (useless).

they didn't really mentioned the word useless, i just added in, but that was the message was driving at. its just really sad, that humans survive through copying others, or on others. for stories on feral children, please click on the link on the right side, under Feral Children.

anyway.. driving on the message on humans, why not try a human printer for your next print out??

Check out this website: http://www.thehumanprinter.org/

i think they are really cool and slow. haha.

anyway, my mom is bugging gary and gary is not moving an inch of my bed, and i need to get ready to go off now. so.... congrats Audrey for the lovely kitties borned in your house! i wish i could kit-napped them!

p.s. book i wanna get if i could find it:

i want to pee.. badly

noreply@blogger.com (Emily) — Mon, 15 Mar 2010 05:06:00 +0000

today is the first time i've ever blogged from my b-i-l's office.

on the side note: i've been peeing alot lately, is that a good thing? i pee-put more then i input. seriously.

wendy and stephen are still not in the office and its (time check) 1:09pm already. last i heard, stephen called the office at 12-ish from home. currently, the office contains me and stephen's mom.

talk about awkward.

on the main note: im still not im my work mode yet. i haven't found the right job i want to get it on with. is that a good thing or a bad thing?

anyway, i will be doing pet-sitting this month. i will be petsitting at michelle's home for the 2 cats she has while she is overseas for bout 2 week plus.

here are the pets to be sitted:

(black cat: xena / white cat: paris)

i will have to visit them from the 20th to the 4th of april. to feed/clean/play them, twice each day, morning and night. i love these girls. so fat and flabby.

i don't feeding them and stuff, but its so far from home. clementi. that would mean i have to stay with wendy's during this period. or maybe i try to not stay at her place for the first week and see if i am able to manage the travelling.

to airport to airport in hopes of buying a ticket

noreply@blogger.com (Emily) — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 02:32:00 +0000

i'm now at the airport now sending a worker back. she seems to be surrounded by her colleagues, a bunch of 3 of prc. always being here at the airport picking up workers, sending workers off, oh how i wish I got an air ticket out of here.

i'm not being non-patriotic but its just that i don't see myself having a future here in mini smallville. the only reason worth of my staying are: family, friends and gary.

i just need a little help in that department to get out of this town.

march of march

noreply@blogger.com (Emily) — Tue, 09 Mar 2010 13:24:00 +0000

i keep telling myself to go blog, or to remember to blog this incident, but now that i am on the blog, i have no idea what i am to blog. what freak shit is this. come on, think!

lemme think while i put on my face mask pack from korea.. ooo.. cold..

fyi: cindy went to korea for 1.5 weeks with LC. since korea is the land of beauty products, i told cin to get me face mask or what not. great, finally she listened to my requests.

the month of feb was pretty fun, 'cos jo was back for her horlees. fun times they were. i tried the reverse bungee, was scary/fun/painful. i got a bruise from it. feb we ate and be merry and laughs. feb was fun. and surprisingly short. i guess when you are having fun, time becomes shorter. and maybe cos there were chinese new year, so the days got shorter. and that feb there is only 28 days.. maybe..

the month of march just begun and i haven't really been doing anything, 'cos afterall most of the fun stuff i did it with jo already. so march is really blah. it was fun when i helped mj in her fyp, miss the school days kinda. maybe i should be a lecturer haha.

i've been job hunting, at a very picky standard. in the past, any tom, dick and harry job that were posted, i would send in my cv. now i'm just strumming my way, sifting through the options available and only release my cv to the anointed one. is this the right way? i really need to find a better paying job though. the current one sux.

i mean, i think i've gotten lazy and motivation level isn't recharged yet. i seem to be putting everything a stop for this NTU thing. and i have a feeling i won't get it. and my 'feelings' are always right. but i also have a slight feeling i would.. oh man.. oh god..

school

noreply@blogger.com (Emily) — Sun, 07 Feb 2010 15:51:00 +0000

i've been thinking real hard and i've decided. i am not going to take up the Lasalle's offer letter.

17.5K per year is not a small sum and i am not going to risk that amount for 3 years on an education that couldn't really guarantee me a future. i am still very much into the whole school situation but not with lasalle i suppose. 53K is too big a sum.

i've decided. i will still apply for ntu. if they accept me, hooray for me ('cos partly because its cpf subsidised) and if they don't, i will have to continue my meager, low life.

dad is repeating the whole "get a clerical job" thing again. and he wants me to borrow from his brother. no and never will i beg for money. i never and will never ever borrow money from family, more or less, even from his side of the family. i sort of knew he was going to say all this anyway. anyway - over my dead decomposing body.

so now im betting my horses on ntu. i will have to leave it to faith and compassion.

my family hasn't known of this decision yet, maybe cos i can't talk to them. i can't get my side of the info into any immediate family member it seems. my voice is prolly too high a frequency that only dogs could understand.

up till now, cindy and dad knows i am going to the bank to get a loan. with lasalle, i will definitely need a loan. but it is a loan too huge for me to return. with ntu, i prolly still need a loan, but that will be mostly on allowances and miscellaneous cost like tuition grant and exams and materials. ntu's fees comes from cpf.

but there is a risk on betting ntu. i haven't met any designer i know that had even step into ntu. is it really that hard? why so difficult? because of this imminent difficulty getting into ntu, i would say i am slightly prepared of the rejection ntu may offer to me. of course, i still look forward to that flickering wavering glimmer of positive light that will have me embarking on my dream journey. i could only gasp and hope for the best and not slip into depression if ever a depressing note was told unto me.

i know dad has his reasons on this objection to me furthering my education. he is afterall going to retire the end of the year and that means no more financial stability. from his point of view, he can no longer support me financially if i were ever going to study. i know that of course, i haven't been living off them for since i started work, till even now. everything i own and eat and even bathe in, are out of my own pocket. and of course i thought of this. i will be taking part time jobs or freelance work or anything to feed myself.

with me studying, that would mean that i can't be helping out in the family finance side. and i think that worries my mom as she has been too accustom to me giving her allowances every month.

my face is rotting away.. omg..

noreply@blogger.com (Emily) — Wed, 27 Jan 2010 07:14:00 +0000

its been a fairly long time since i blogged. and usually when i blog, i'm most probably jobless or bored.. this time round, i could say i am not tied to any jobs right now. haha. yes, i'm not attached to any attachements.

i'm having a crazy break out. omg, my face is rotting away. why oh why oh why. is this karma? for all the time i pinpoint and laugh at other people's zits? dear lord, could you zap these zits away? its much easier then having to part the red sea or even create a massive flood on mankind.. i must find something to blame these zits on.. must be the prawns!

about the prawns:
Amin, MJ, Jo and i went to prawning last saturday. sort of a commemoration on the arrival of Jo back to singapore. haha. brought them to this new prawning place at guilemard road, old badminton club. Amin, Jo and i reached the place first, so we started with a 3hr package deal, $30 for 3 hr is pretty fair. MJ joined us on the last hour.

i was pretty lucky, not so for Jo and MJ. i manage to get 8 prawns for 3 hours, which based on professional standards, its not really an achievement. hahaha. Amin got 2 crabs from the crabbing pond. well, actually he caught 1, the other was given to him by an uncle.

jo made friends with an uncle aka stanley aka BROTHER (haha), and he gave us a bag of prawns.. literally a bag.. i bet there is like 3kg. in total, its like almost 30 prawns and 2 crabs.. we ate it for dinner, by which its already 10pm. Jo mentioned that 'cos the prawns are fresh water prawns, it gives us zits easily, apparently 'cos they aren't clean. i thought that wouldn't be true, considering fresh water is much cleaner then sea water right? lo and behold, my face is rotting away slowly like i'm strucked by some flesh eating disease. there's a huge zit on the left side of my forehead, which is giving me a headache.

today i went to tp for a tad while to reprint my transcripts. freaking bull, to reprint i have to pay $10.20 and i still have to wait like 5 days for it. bull ok. i just hop friday's interview with lasalle, don't require my transcripts. i don't get it, why does it have to take 5 days to print 2 pieces of paper?? goddamnasshead.

after settling my transcripts i went to IRIS to visit alicia and amin. amin was kinda busy so i talked to alicia for the while. she said my eyes are puffy.. oh my god.. realllllly? (looks at mirror) i think its true, i got these tiny eye bags under my eyes. more like wrinkled bags.. freakazoid.

i don't intend to stay long at wendy's (not the restaurant, but my sister's). i am gonna find a job when january ends. i could do my ntu applications first before i leave my sister's. i'm sorry but i know wendy's pregnant and all, but its really too tiring for me to do the runner job.

Runner Job:
a runner is a person who does errands on the run, therefore is always outstationed. job scope includes running errands, buying lunch, going all the way to PSA @ Tanjong Pagar Plaza to settle foreign workers work permits, shuttling foreign workers to set up bank accounts to and fro their work place, collection of documents from all spots of singapore... by bus.

mj knows i swear by taxi. so taking a bus is like a bird getting strike by lightning, which means its totally RARE. sheesh.. i hate talking to these foreign workers..

me: you take number ok?
them: number? #@#!$@#$ ?
me: huh? no, just take. hold paper. ok, queue up. follow worker. (points to the snake line of foreign workers)
them: *nods* #$@#$@#
me: huh? ah nevermind.

them: *walks back to me* @#!@#!@$#!$#%$
me: huh?
them: *hands paper to me*
me: oh. ok.

me: (when they settled their thumbprint thing) you know how to go back?
one of them: yes
rest of them: $@#$@#$ *whispers* no
me: ok you (points to confident one) go. you 2, follow.

i hate it that i have to sometimes settle the indian workers. i hate it 'cos out of the masses of indians at the place where they make their work permits, i CAN'T differentiate the indian from another indian. i nearly shouted at one stranger to stop him from walking away with his passport and stuff (i had to keep them with the company first before returning to them, for fear they would run away with their passport.. thus illegal immigrants) because i thought he was MY foreign worker. i was staring at him to try to process his image, to see if his profile fits the profile i am looking for, and he stared back.. and you know how indians have large yellow eyes.. freak. lucky the right one came to me just in time the jaundiced indian came to me.

noreply@blogger.com (Emily) — Sun, 18 Oct 2009 02:19:00 +0000

its been such a long time since i've blog. kind of miss the feeling of blogging.

just so you know, i've started work for almost 3 weeks now, as a temp design staff at my beloved old school.

working alongside me (who came in the same time as me) is Sharon. she's kind of crazy so yeah.

my mom came back from Perth (for 5 days) just last thursday. i could tell she really hated the time she spent in Perth. haha. she said she suffered over there and wouldn't want to return to that place. i asked her where she went, she said they didn't move out of their house (my aunt's house) and stayed home all the while. o..k.. i went to more places than mom did, and my aunt stayed longer then my friend did.

i told my mom to get me some stuff, and she only returns with 1 item. the cat's bed. technically, the beds are for the cats, so i didn't got anything from Perth. ahhh... whatever.

ahh..

noreply@blogger.com (Emily) — Sun, 27 Sep 2009 08:10:00 +0000

it's been a long while since i touch my blog.. ahh..

anyway, my life's been too boring to report anything on the blog. plus, i just started work, therefore.. you know.. very "busy"

blue da ba dee

noreply@blogger.com (Emily) — Wed, 02 Sep 2009 07:56:00 +0000

new this week on porcelain peony:

i can't stand you anymore

noreply@blogger.com (Emily) — Sun, 23 Aug 2009 16:20:00 +0000

the person i can't stand anymore is cindy.

recently, i feel she is very bossy and annoying and irritating. maybe it always have been like that way, just more so especially recently.

she isn't from the most encouraging bunch either, or even so when she keeps throwing me the wet blanket. and she doesn't accepts she is wrong or if other people's logic make more sense than hers... she's practically a female version of a male chauvinistic pig.

wtf.

i don't get it why she has to shout in every conversation too..i'm a feet from you, i'm not deaf. and why she thinks she is the best in everything, especially infront of her gf.

i started this sewing craze at home, and she thinks its a competition. she has been sewing more and boasting that her's is the prettiest (which isn't entirely true.. i mean, i look from a designer's point of view, she looked at a bitch who thinks she is queen of the world view).

and she wants to sell her stuff and all that. yes. i want to sell too, but i thought this was a joint venture? she wants to do everything with a clear border in between, what's hers she will sell on her own, what's mine is my business. i'm sorry, am i in a competition that i didn't know i have signed up for?

and she keep saying she got orders now (same goes for her gf's sewing stuff).. i mean, ok fine.. you got more friends then i do..

all this while she has been saying my stuff is so ugly and that there is no possible way i can't sell them. maybe there is some truth in them, but still, is there no lack of compassion when you talk to people? when i commented on ONE item of hers that it is "ugly and scary", she came shouting back, defending ferociously of her horrible contraption, meanwhile i didn't reply her in my moderately proportionate volume of a voice to her immoderately disproportionate volume of a voice. i mean, what's the point of replying her, she is after all from a debate team. what was negative, she could bloody well talk it in to positiveness and more. i bet she could probably talk a gay back into being straight.

today, i told my mom i want to buy a laptop and i am saving money for it. you see, my 8 year old laptop died last saturday, and being in my line of job, i need a laptop.

why?

i need a windows platform to open my 3D softwares
i need it to visit my clients/boss.. you know, for the ease of editing a specific file
if i ever found a job with my job type, i really need a laptop. not every company supplies laptop. i was lucky then, as my ex-company sold laptops.

and my mom, she told cindy that i want to buy a laptop. my mom left out the part "she is saving money to buy one", and cindy was mad about the idea of me buying a laptop. i don't get it why she is so upbeat on this idea. do you? if you do, enlighten me.

anyway, my mom wasn't helping in this whole conversation. she is just adding jet fuel on fire.

is there a capital punishment on having a idea of saving money to buy a laptop? or even, to think of owning a laptop?

she told me to get a mac version on my 3D software, hello.. if i did have a mac version, i wouldn't be even touching that old laptop. she told me that just because i have that part time job, i shouldn't jump on the idea of getting a laptop because of that one job. i mean, i was thinking of long term.

the idea was while saving money, i was going to use her laptop first. and i want to save, cos' i do not want to use her laptop forever. i do not want to be responsible if i crash her laptop.

argh.

all this while, again, i didn't want to reply. this is so pissing off! i can't sleep now. WTF.