:: eLise is me ::: July 2005

Sunday, July 31, 2005

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a little something:

If someone is to judge you by the "past you", then that someone is missing out on the "present you".

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Ridiculous Tale.

I was suddenly reminded of a story which I once heard when I was young.

It is said that pregnant woman should refrain from eating certain food or to cut down on the intake of certain food. In this particular story which I heard, the food for thought is: Pineapple.

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The older generation always says that pregnant woman should refrain from eating too much pineapple as it is considered "cold" food, and is not good for health.

Once, there was this pregnant woman who loved eating pineapple. Despite warnings and reminders, she still doesn't listens.

One day, she suddenly had a craving for pineapple. Some time after she finished the pineapple, she started having stomachache. And thus, went to relieve herself.

For the next few days, she started to notice the absence of movement from her baby and decided to go for a checkup. To her horror, her baby was no longer inside her.

No one had any idea where the baby went or how it "disappeared". A few days later, her toilet started to clog up and she engaged a plumber.

To everyone's horror, the cause for the clog is a fetus. The woman's missing fetus.

It is said that because of her excessive consumption of pineapple, she has caused her fetus to be "flushed out" together with her "big business" when she relieved herself. Her stomachache is caused by having too much "cold food" which affected her body constitution.

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When I heard this story, I was only a little girl, still in primary school. And thus I did not realize the absurdity of this story. It was only years later that when I think back to this story, that I realized how ridiculous it was.

Can anyone tell me how are you supposed to pass out the fetus when it is in your womb?

So there you go my friends.

Can you think of how many ridiculous tales you were being told when you were a kid?

Friday, July 29, 2005

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a little something:

A difficult person is often difficult because they lack self-esteem. Instead of being angry or scared of them, look behind the facade and imagine a howling baby. That'll alter the way you deal with them.

Thursday, July 28, 2005

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I look like 25?

After school yesterday, I went down to town to meet Shao Kwang to get my policy. Was searching for him when he spotted me. He was surprised by my appearance cause I was in formal and he's only seen me in casual. Anyway, he said I looked mature and could actually pass off as a 25. Lol.

Was talking to Shao Kwang when halfway through, Eric came over. He thought I don't remember him anymore cause I didn't acknowledge him. Haha. Anyway, he made the same comment as Shao Kwang and added that I have an "executive look". Hmm, so that's what a power suit can do to your look.

Before I left, Shao Kwang informed me that next Saturday they're having a party at this pub (forgotten the name already) and told me to join them. He said that one person is only entitled to 4 tickets but since he's the chairman of the event, he'll give me more. But I can't decide whether or not to go cause on the following Monday, I have a paper. He said it's only 3 hours, from 7 to 10. Hmm, shall see how I guess. If my revision is well on its way then I'll go.

By the way, congratulation to Shao Kwang in his promotion to the management team!

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

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Clumsy me.

Today was kind of atrocious.

1st mistake:
Was doing the IB ppt and my laptop showed the low batt sign. But stubborn me, tied to finish everything before saving it into my thumb thumb (i named my thumbdrive "thumb thumb"). Then suddenly, my laptop shut down on me before I could save anything to my thumb thumb. Damn it. The presentation is 30 minutes away and so I started running around (in heels mind you) frantically trying to borrow adapter. Hee. That's because I didn't bring mine cause it'll only add on to my burden (my lappy is 1.5kg and i'm already struggling). Anyway, borrowed a few adapters but unfortunately, they couldn't fit. Ding dang double damn. But lucky me, this girl came forward and asked for my lappy brand. She has the same brand lappy and thus lent me her adapter. But holly unfortunately, it still couldn't fit. I don't understand why. But the clever her suggested using her batt instead, and it worked! Gosh, must be the $2 I donated in the morning (must do more good deeds from now). Anyway, finally managed to save the files into my thumb thumb and managed to reach the LT in time. Phew! And yes, I really appreciate that sweetie's help. Thank you once again!

2nd mistake:
During dinner I was trying to separate the prawn's head. Stubborn me, AGAIN, die die also don't wanna use my hand and insisted on using only my chopsticks and spoon. While attempting the amazing mission impossible (maybe i should make a movie out of it), I slipped and everything started splashing. Yes. I spilled my dinner. Got splashed and have to change. Damn. DAMN! Haha.

3rd mistake:
Tried to do yet another amazing mission impossible, I filled my cup to its brim and walked really fast. I stopped abruptly by sitting down and spilled my drink. Yes! I spilled AGAIN. Got myself wet.

Haven't been this clusmy before so... Anyway, still feeling happy happy over the sweetie's help. Today was a bad day for me but the one little thing that cheers me up was the sweetie's help.

So who says the wonders in life has gotta be huge and significant? A small little thing can also light up the dullest day.

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

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Good bargain.

Went to West Mall today with the intention of buying a mouse pad for my lappy, but the mouse pads at CyberActive were like crap. So ended up walking around and bought a few stuffs: 4 Neutrogena masks from Watson, 2 tops and 2 sets of suits from Osmose.

The 2 suits from Osmose were really a bargain! One was a plain beige jacket and the other one was black with stripe which was real special. The black jacket came with a ribbon which is used to fasten the jacket, instead of the usual button. Nice. Well, also bought matching skirts for both the jackets.

The good thing about the jackets is that it can be worn as formal blazers and can also be worn as casual jackets. Haha. 2-in-1. How cool.

I've been looking for this kind of jacket for like ages and have finally managed to find it. So happy! Hmm, that means I've cleared my shopping list for now. Good good.

Anyway, the world is so beautiful today! Adios my friend! Muackz!

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

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If I could turn back the hands of time.

If I could turn back the hands of time . . .

If only I could turn back the hands of time, I'll choose a different path. I'll hang around with other people back in secondary school and to set my priority right. I'll put more effort into my studies. I'll still take up the same subjects though, and I'll complete my 'O' Level art instead of dropping it. I'll have good results and go to a JC where I'll major in science stream. After that I'll go to university and major in either psychology or cultural anthropology. After my graduation, I'll become either a psychologist or an anthropologist. My pay will be so high that I'll be able to buy my dream BMW convertible and either a condominium or bungalow. I'll meet many people and have a wide social circle. I'll have many eligible bachelors to choose from and in the end, marry the guy of my dream. He will be good-looking, tall, tan, intelligent, nice, treats me like a princess, has an established career and owns a car. We'll get married and have two children, a boy and a girl. We'll lead a happy life and my dad will be living his retirement in bliss.

If only I could turn back the hands of time.

But come to think of it, should I have the chance to turn back the hands of time and live the life I wanted, as described above, I'll miss out on many things. Actually, I'll only miss out on all the wonderful people I've met.

Michael, Andrew, Alex, Weiliang, Qian Qi, Cheryl, Fana, Melissa, Wendy, Yu Wen, Anthony, Momo, Chew Lian, Kailing, Ming Hong, Yee Loon, Joseph, Piney, Alexander, Gary, Wei Hsun, Ridwan, Winnie, Michelle, and many many more.

To be honest, I don't like my life now. It's not what I want. There are so many times whereby I wish I could start all over again. I even contemplated retaking my 'O' and stuff. But damn it. I don't have a rich dad. I only have a poor but hardworking and down-to-earth dad, whom I love so very much!

CS told me to make the best of what I have now and to work towards building my future life. He is so right. I should just move on and forget about all the "if only".

Well anyway, all in all, I'm grateful for all the things I've got now and I'll cherish them.

The world is such a nice place and I love all of you! Muackz!

Friday, July 15, 2005

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Class Politic.

Oh my gorgeous-ness.

My class actually has THIS much politics!

I'm such a gossip-monger. (maybe i should just quit school now and start my gossip-monging business)

Gosh. It's like so awesome. I never know SO much goes on beneath all the "pretense". Hoho.

Also, the people in my class is one hell of a competitive bunch.

Hack! And what in the world of Picasso's beautiful world am I doing? I'M SLACKING!

I AM A SLACKER!

Oh no...

Argh. Whatever. I have totally no idea what I wanna say in this entry. Just wanna crap around.

But what I mentioned above are the truth. Nothing but the truth.

Hee.. *toothy grin*

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

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Setting one's priority right.

In life, we're often told to set our priority right.

The first time someone said this to me, it was when I was 15. At that time, I was a wayward teenager who doesn't have a care in the world.

I was always doing what I thought was "right". Never listening to adults' advices cause I find them naggy and that all they said was rubbish. I was hanging around with people whom I thought was friends. Together with those friends, we did lots of things. Stupid things I'll say.

Fighting, shoplifting, smoking, spouting vulgarity, vandalizing. Once, I even tried to run away from home.

It was amidst all these that one day, my Aunt Stella sat me down and told me : "You have to set your priority right." She gave me a Parker pen for my birthday, along with a note telling me to set my priority right. Even since then, it was a pen I've always treasured. Up till now.

The point that I'm trying to bring across is that, everyone has his/her own set of priority and it is really important to set it right. But then again, to each his own.

I got pretty upset recently over a team member while doing a particular project. We haven't got our conclusion done but there she was trying to edit and make her part right. Due to the limitation of length for our report, I have no choice but to cut away some of her part. I could sense her unhappiness when I first told her about it. Well, I know that there's nothing wrong with her trying to make her part perfect. But to me, her priority is not right.

At that moment, our priority should be to get our conclusion done with and should there be time and space, we'll add in the cut-away part. I told her that several times but I guessed it fell on deaf ears.

Yes, I have to admit. I did kind of over-react. But to me, this is intolerable. Here, let me give you an analogue:

Someone is in an accident and is not breathing. Instead of doing CPR on that fellow, you are applying plaster to the cut on his finger.

So there goes. I hope you get my point.

"Set your priority right when the need arises"

Monday, July 11, 2005

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small talk...

Went to Aunt Joyce's house on Saturday to use the com. Damn my com. Keep breaking down on me. Fooker.

Anyway, received a message from JW. He's working overnight and asked me to go accompany him. Hmm, at first I was still fuming mad at him for not messaging me on Friday. Cause I thought he was working on Friday night instead. Ok ok. My fault.

Well, was only halfway done with my QM project and my brain was already all mushed up and stuff. Can't seem to think anymore. So decided to meet him.

Left Aunt Joyce's house at 11.30pm. She sent me home. She don't feel safe letting me go home all alone at such late hour. Geez.. Thanks Aunt. Love you so much.

Well, went home to freshen up before going out again and by the time I'm done, it was 1am. Was about to head out when JW messaged me. He thought I was gonna "put him plane".

After I reached, we chatted for awhile and then he went back to work. So while waiting for him, I started on my QM project. Throughout the night, he spent most of his time with me and this other friend of his. Luckily he's got his friend to talk to. If not he'll most probably bore to death.

Well, he finally finished his work at 6am and then walked me home. Was chatting about some meaningless stuff when he mentioned that I still owed him something. Damn. He's such an idiot. The last time I met up with him, I managed to escape cause I was sick. This time round? Doomed.

Anyway, been meeting up with him quite a lot frequently. Somehow, I felt strange. Argh. I have no idea what to do with him. And then there's HJ. I'll be damned for eternity if I date both of them at the same time. Gosh. Someone help me.

Maybe I should just keep to my current standing and not give any damn to them. But hack. JW is constantly on my mind. Sickening. Can't concentrate. Argh! Why can't he get lost or something. Stupid.

Gosh, help me.

Friday, July 08, 2005

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40.1°c

The 2nd most "sickening" period of my life happened from 1 July 2005 (fri) - 4 July 2005 (mon).

The 1st most "sickening" period was when I'm in primary school. I was still a little kid then. Anyway, got sick and the gist of it all was that I can't even eat or drink cause whenever I consume anything, I'll puke! And all I did during that period was lying down everywhere I go, like I'm gonna die soon.

And now after donkey years, when I'm a healthy young lady, the "almost-same-thing" happened again.

Let's just cut the chase and go straight to the point.

During these 4 "sickening" days, I went to the doctors 3 times. 3 freaking times, mind you. Imagine the amount of money I threw away. Damn.

Anyway, here goes:

Started to feel sick on thursday and on friday itself, had a fever of 40.1°c. Of course I didn't know it was that high. When I took my temperature at home, it was only 38°c or so. Well, I guess that's because the thermometer I used is of poor quality. (it was free, mind you. given to me by my poly when we first entered the school, cause it was during the SARS period)

Well, my first attempt to the doc was on thursday. Initial plan was to go to the friendly old man doc downstair but then, the clinic was closed. So having no choice and feeling sicky, I went to this "old-school-looking-all-made-of-wooden-planks" clinic. Have to wait for 30 minutes cause the doc went for dinner. So I waited and waited (thank goodness they had 8-Days magazines there) for the doc to come back.

Anyway, all I can say is that the service there sucked. Here's why:

Reason No. 1

The doc has such "good" skill when it comes to temperature taking. She did not place the thermometer properly and when the reading came out, she told me that I do not have fever. Acting as though I enjoyed lying to her about feeling feverish.

Reason No. 2

The doc is such a good sales person. It's a pity she's not a sales girl. She's supposed to be a doc but apparently, she's got identity crisis. Instead of attending to the problem of me being sick, she actually tried to introduce some other none-related products to me. How appropriate.

Well well well, damn me if I ever goes back to that clinic.

Back to the day of my 40.1°c temperature. This time round, being the cheapo I am, I went to the polyclinic. To my surprise, there's loads of people there. So poor me waited for Picasso knows how long. When the doc finally attended to me and took my temperature, oh man, you should have seen his face. He looked shocked and then asked me: "why didn't you tell the nurse that you're having high fever? They could have given you a smaller waiting number."

Hey. As if I know. They only state that piority is given only to pregnant women and old people. I'm neither pregnant nor old.

The point is, I waited for a very very long time.

Well, my 3rd attempt to the doc was on Sunday night. When my dad scolded me for not eating when I'm sick, I yelled back that I feel like puking whenever I eat something. (as for the yelling part, can't blame me for feeling cranky you know) So, being the overly concerned dad, he brought me to the doc. Went to Westpoint clinic. I think that was my happiest trip. Cause the doc was such a cutie. Haha. Anyway, was given a stronger dose of medicine and a mc for mon.

I have no idea why I'm writing all this but all I wanted to bring across was to let you know how terrible I felt during the 4 days. And yeah, during these 4 days, I had the worst pounding headache ever experienced by mankind. Ouchy.

So now, kindly say: "oh-you-poor-thing". Thank you. Hurhur.

P.S: I seriously thought I will go dumb from the high fever. I was so freaking scared. Oh man. Horrible.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

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Updates, updates & more updates !

Oh bother!

Haven't been blogging for Picasso knows how many stone ages.

For the past one month, I got sick and then when I recovered, I got damn busy.

And also thanks to my freaking com, which keeps breaking down.

And the above are the reasons why I haven't blogged for stone ages.

Oh, and did I mention because I was lazy too?

Hurhur.

Anyway, I'll be updating the events that have happened in the past 1 month in the next few posts.