DAD:This sotong jacket is whose?

Mrs Lim:Huh? what sotong?

DAD: Can’t you see the jacket has feelers?

PS: my jacket is the tie front type with a long “feeler” on each side to tie in front.

DAD: eh, don’t eat in your room. Later the ants come.

Mrs Lim: Won’t lah. *continues to munch on keropok*. Salty. The ants won’t come.

DAD: the cockroaches will. They eat anything. That’s why they survived for so long.

Mrs Lim: -______-

need to rant about my work

I regret taking such a huge chunk of project to complete. After calculating the financial ratios, spot the trends, sensitivity analysis, news of the 3 firms, my partner and I are dying. Its too much work. Argh. And we make up 2/7 of the group. Sigh. Doesn’t help that responsibilty is in my blood and I turn up for every bloody project meeting when I am taking 5.5 modules.

Oh. And the guy and girl who is doing 2 and 3 modules respectively somehow can’t make it for all the meetings.

“I need to study for my quiz tomorrow,” says one

“My friend got into an accident,” says another.

And somehow they can’t read the project outline we sent to them stating explicitly the work they are supposed to do together. In the end, the guy did some shit which was not required at all. And the girl basically rearranged what was originally done a couple of weeks ago from words to table form. Bravo!!!! Repackaging the content doesn’t add much value to the project. In the end, my friend have to send scathing emails disguised with smiley faces and nice words like “thanks!”. Crap, I can’t believe I sent out such diplomatic emails. Hypocritical emails I shall call them.

They are taking half the modules I am taking and doing far less work. FUCK LAH.

And now I am stuck with an assignment which totally sucks. I hate individual assignments. I think they hate me too.

I postphoned one tuition cause I think I can’t finish my work today. Got another tuition to go to. And I need to solve all the A maths questions before meeting my student. Talking about her, she told me she got A1 for her emaths and B3 for her A maths. Surprised me cause her grades are originally B3 and B4 respectively. Her school moderated her results alot. But it makes me look good as a tutor. Considering that she fails her maths or merely make the mark for many years. But she worked hard too. So 90% credit to her. In fact she works so hard that she has a backlog of questions for me to answer. And her tutor is now struggling with her own work.

Things to do today
1) finish up assignment. (They are called assignments for a reason. It’s an ASS to begin with.)
2) analyse the fucking ratios and trends. PUI
3) analyse the shipping industry.

I need 48 hours a day.

14 hours to sleep
3 hours to procrastinate and basically do nothing
3 hours of tv a day ( at least can watch 1 movie + 1 hr of drama serial or 3 drama serials)
1 hr to eat
1 hr to shit/bath
2 hr transport

Nabeh 24 hours gone just like that

24 hours school work

that would be a perfect day.

On another note, I went shopping AGAIn just now. 1 long sleeved blouse and sensible black skirt for work. And my t-shirt from US finally arrived. So that’s 3 new clothes to wear.

I was pleasantly surprised. Straits Times reported on the news about the anger the netizens feel.

There is still some hope.

But looking at the reply of MP Wee, I lost all hope again.

He really doesn’t understand the anger we felt. It is not the language which fueled us. Come on, we are educated enough to look beneath that and see the underlying message her blog entry was talking about.

We are worried that with her background (primeminister book’s awards, top O level student) and so on, she has a high chance of being a top civil servant and no doubt will be in the BOD of some huge firms. And there she is with her unfeeling ways talking down on people who depends on her for a living.

MP Wee in support of his daughter has lost support for himself. If only you had berated her, saying that her message is wrong as well as the delivery, perharps the backlash would not be on the father instead of the daughter.

It doesn’t help that an MP implies through my understanding that I with my degree in future shouldn’t complain about my future. Come on. The world is so dynamic and changing. People have a reason to be frightened of their rice bowls.We are afraid of our rice bowls as we don’t want to depend on the govt for payouts. It saddens me that an MP, our leader cannot see our fears and worries.

Like what I commented on zhiyang’s blog, we now know why shumin blogged the way she did. Really shang liang bu zheng, xia liang wai. (pardon the bad hanyu pinyin)

Come on, you can do it.

Don’t sleep anymore.

Finish this project up so that you can do your assignments and another project tomorrow (OH NO!)

And I hope my father stop popping his head to tell me the time. I got the time on my laptop.

Life pretty much sucks for the next month. But at least I will be back in the corporate world again.

PS: ignore me and my self-talking. I see myself sleeping at 4 am.

I AM SO HAPPY!!!!

I just received news that I got A+ for a midterm. That course I am doing, I am really not confident in as there are easily 7 or more Dean Listers and poor me who can’t even graduate with a honours have to pit myself against them.

Yesterday received my papers back and my prof marks without giving you the marks. So you have lots of ticks and crosses but no marks allocated at all. Especially since her ticks doesn’t equate your marks, there is no way to know where you stand until she posted the grades. One of my questions was not marked when I checked and I informed her.

Guess to my surprise when my projectmate told me that I got A+. He said I come out stunner. I also think so. Ranked 3rd in class somemore. And there are only 3A+. Teehee! The moment I heard the news half an hour ago, I ran to the kitchen and started to jump in the air. My mum was so worried to see her daughter go crazy.

But I shouldn’t be so happy. Cause it is only 15% of my total grades.

But I realised why my project mate realised that I got A+ since allthe grades are in IC numbers. Cause I am the youngest in that class. Too little girls and too many guys. The last time I counted was 6 girls. Then my project mate can check how well I do cause he can just look for the smallest IC number while I don’t even know his IC number.

I hope things are looking up.

I am so fickle
I might not tickle
I thought I would detox
but all I could do was to think of eating an ox
Deleted was that last blog post
Flushed out was the thought to detox

What a weakling I am
I hope fickle can be an excuse.

PS: so lousy me. I ate. Can’t stand it. PFFT!

Link

I am linking this not because it is newsworthy but because it angers me to read about such shit.

I consider myself lucky. Parents who are not rich- in fact we struggled and is still struggling through the years. But I got myself a uni education and I am thankful for that.

But look, everybody one else is also getting a tertiary education and in no time, there will be more competition. Competition isn’t just within Singapore but comes from external factors as well. Maybe Miss Wee doesn’t have to slog it out and hence she doesn’t understand. Oh the woes of the elite. But I have worked in a HR dept and screened through the resumes, and I dare say that half of the job applicants are foreigners. And they are applying for jobs which require skills. Not your type of jobs which Singaporean doesn’t want. Now they are fighting for jobs which Singaporeans are fighting for as well. They are hungry and they work with a pay cut.

It’s real.

Therefore we can emphatise with Derek cause that is our real concerns which is bothering us. Oh bother, maybe she doesn’t have to worry about that cause there are other things to worry about. Like french lessons. And people with bad english. *flips hair*. And of course stupid people with the same surname as her.

Oh and she coined the term ‘neighborhood poor’. Bravo!

Being the smart person that she is, she doesn’t realise that the moment she hits the button “publish”, it means that her blog is published and for the world to scruntised. Look, my profs always tell me. There are people watching you. Undoubtedly so. Especially if your father is an MP and you have 11 A1s. And don’t go crying something to the tune of “I do not know that so many people my blog.”

So many people have flamed her. Put her picture for all to view. Put her family’s pictures. And all I got to say is that, ” You need to grow up. This is the real world. ”

Thoughts I am pondering about
1) will the “stalkerish tomorrow.sg” papers pick up on this news and publish it? I await her father’s response.
2) Does her father knows about the shit his daughter had stirred?
3) will she be a top civil servant and inflict her thinking on us “the neighbourhood poor”?

After sleeping for 8.5 hrs, I woke up and bath and felt extremely tired. Sms my tuition kid and postphoned my tuition to tonight.

Went back to sleep from 11am to 4 pm and finally felt more normal.

so much work to do. I now know why I am so busy compared to last time. I have projects and individual assignments. Crap.

I have been going out once in a blue moon but I always forget to blog about it. oh well.

Last tues, there was an IMF volunteer appreciation night at VIVOcity where they closed the whole 3rd floor for all of us. It was open air and there was tentages with buffet food. There was chinese, indian food, mee siam and teh tarik. Pity that when I reached, all the chinese food were finished and only some miserable pork, fried stuff and chicken wings were left. But the food was good nevertheless.

So my friend and I wondered into the tentages inside to look at the sort of food they have. That’s when we encountered the Indian cusine. We tried all the food there and all of them are really good. Totally yum yum!

Somehow I couldn’t find any drinks and teh tarik has a super long queue. So my friend and I wondered into the FOod republic which was also closed for us. We have 3 coupons each and we could redeem any food we wanted. But we ate alot from the buffets earlier so we will looking for smaller stuff to eat. And no drinks are allowed to be redeemed. No cold deserts also.

In the end, my friend and I had toast bread from toast box, and siew mai from fortunate restaurant. Toast bread was good. The bread thick and succulent and peanut bread fragnant. Siew mai had alot of prawns inside and was delish as well.

I just ate all the food within 1.5 hrs and was on my way home to study for the quiz the next day.

No shopping done at Vivocity but the crowd was alot for a tuesday evening.