Yes, another brand new skin, my readers.
And browsing through a few of my past writings from 2003 (can you believe it.), I realised my style of writing has mellowed. I write in a less enthusiastic manner unless the occassion calls for it, like the Great Singapore Sale - haha - which led me to purchase 2 pairs of earrings, 3 tops and almost one skirt.
Such retail therapy. Considering how, by the end of next week, I would have finished my busy one-month schedule and finally have time for myself, as well as preparation of Sports Camp. Of course, I'll be $700++ richer in my fast depleting bank savings too.
Almost considered moving myself to Wordpress.com, but I couldn't bear the idea of not being able to edit my own HTML, considering that was how I started off creating blogskins in the first place. Now lazy me just decided to rip a skin off Blogskins, do minor editing to the main picture, and ta-daa!
Off to camps from 29th (that's tomorrow.) till 6th june. Till then.
Wednesday, May 24, 2006And browsing through a few of my past writings from 2003 (can you believe it.), I realised my style of writing has mellowed. I write in a less enthusiastic manner unless the occassion calls for it, like the Great Singapore Sale - haha - which led me to purchase 2 pairs of earrings, 3 tops and almost one skirt.
Such retail therapy. Considering how, by the end of next week, I would have finished my busy one-month schedule and finally have time for myself, as well as preparation of Sports Camp. Of course, I'll be $700++ richer in my fast depleting bank savings too.
Almost considered moving myself to Wordpress.com, but I couldn't bear the idea of not being able to edit my own HTML, considering that was how I started off creating blogskins in the first place. Now lazy me just decided to rip a skin off Blogskins, do minor editing to the main picture, and ta-daa!
Off to camps from 29th (that's tomorrow.) till 6th june. Till then.
My waking up hours range from 5.30am to 11am. My sleeping hours, however, range from 1.30am to 2am.
That equals to plenty of sleep deficits. But heck, I thrive on a busy schedule. (:
Its Wednesday, and he's coming back! I visited so many schools, and so many teachers, and I hereby conclude that primary school teachers don't have a choice but to be a monster to their children because of discipline. Secondary school teachers are generally more spunky because of maturity level. But everybody is still as nice deep down beneath. Aww.
And I'm freakin' tired after yesterday's training + run, getting back about 11+ close to midnight, and waking up at 5.30am, that's like 3 hours after I managed to fall asleep. *grumbles*
Looking back at my blog posts, it seems like almost every post is about me pushing myself expand my no-sleep threshold (haha). How utterly boring! But that's work for me since I moved back from hall and since sea sports camp ended.
Laptop's infected with spyware and I'm so gonna reformat and install Firefox instead. Meanwhile, Starbucks calls - frappucino craving to be satisfied.
Thursday, May 18, 2006That equals to plenty of sleep deficits. But heck, I thrive on a busy schedule. (:
Its Wednesday, and he's coming back! I visited so many schools, and so many teachers, and I hereby conclude that primary school teachers don't have a choice but to be a monster to their children because of discipline. Secondary school teachers are generally more spunky because of maturity level. But everybody is still as nice deep down beneath. Aww.
And I'm freakin' tired after yesterday's training + run, getting back about 11+ close to midnight, and waking up at 5.30am, that's like 3 hours after I managed to fall asleep. *grumbles*
Looking back at my blog posts, it seems like almost every post is about me pushing myself expand my no-sleep threshold (haha). How utterly boring! But that's work for me since I moved back from hall and since sea sports camp ended.
Laptop's infected with spyware and I'm so gonna reformat and install Firefox instead. Meanwhile, Starbucks calls - frappucino craving to be satisfied.
I've done it again. Loaded myself up on jobs, obligations and commitments that I hardly have time for myself.
Working with a new company brought about added responsibilities and the pressure to perform up to expectations. It isn't anymore just "rara"-ing the kids, its executing the whole camp to near perfection, plenty of damage control and being a role model.
Somehow, after today's NCC Leadership at Northbrooks, I think I've rusted pretty badly. I ain't that enthusiastic and crazy anymore; I've toned down alot...almost to the point of being boring.Poor boys, I bet they wished they had got another instructor, though I told them straight that they've got what it takes - because I think they're really brilliant and they will go far with their attitude, with a little polishing of course.
Will be seeing them for the next 2 days, I hope I've got more to offer to them instead of a lousy debrief.
Met the kids from West Grove Primary today...they were the cutest ever I've encountered; curious, chatty, funny...so typical of children their age. I was really quite appalled at my lack of energy to entertain the students, for I discovered I was happier doing admin and chatting personally with some students rather than standing there being a clown for the whole school. Seems like I have lots more to work on. Whatever happened to the crazy XP 2 years back?
In a more positive light, I've grown up. Sure doesn't seem to help for my job now, does it? Perhaps in another new aspect - which will probably benefit me in my new job scope instead of just being an instructor.
Another 3 weeks more of mad schedule before a one week break. Let's hope I survive it.
Saturday, May 06, 2006Working with a new company brought about added responsibilities and the pressure to perform up to expectations. It isn't anymore just "rara"-ing the kids, its executing the whole camp to near perfection, plenty of damage control and being a role model.
Somehow, after today's NCC Leadership at Northbrooks, I think I've rusted pretty badly. I ain't that enthusiastic and crazy anymore; I've toned down alot...almost to the point of being boring.Poor boys, I bet they wished they had got another instructor, though I told them straight that they've got what it takes - because I think they're really brilliant and they will go far with their attitude, with a little polishing of course.
Will be seeing them for the next 2 days, I hope I've got more to offer to them instead of a lousy debrief.
Met the kids from West Grove Primary today...they were the cutest ever I've encountered; curious, chatty, funny...so typical of children their age. I was really quite appalled at my lack of energy to entertain the students, for I discovered I was happier doing admin and chatting personally with some students rather than standing there being a clown for the whole school. Seems like I have lots more to work on. Whatever happened to the crazy XP 2 years back?
In a more positive light, I've grown up. Sure doesn't seem to help for my job now, does it? Perhaps in another new aspect - which will probably benefit me in my new job scope instead of just being an instructor.
Another 3 weeks more of mad schedule before a one week break. Let's hope I survive it.
"But I don't wanna go yet..."
"...neither do I."
There's a hint of loneliness that lurks around when I pack my hostel room. Emptiness simply settles in too fast, just like the dust in my room. As the cupboards empty themselves of clothes and accessories, I thought of the memories we have shared in my room for the past year. It has been a great year, but now its time to go home. I sat down on the bed last night watching you pack, too quickly.
Even by myself, I started packing, and stopped. And started again, only to stop after one bag is filled. The emptiness that seizes you in that moment was just getting a little heavy in me. Then again, I have to move from hostel to home, and start work on my new home.
So many things. So little time.
Monday, May 01, 2006"...neither do I."
There's a hint of loneliness that lurks around when I pack my hostel room. Emptiness simply settles in too fast, just like the dust in my room. As the cupboards empty themselves of clothes and accessories, I thought of the memories we have shared in my room for the past year. It has been a great year, but now its time to go home. I sat down on the bed last night watching you pack, too quickly.
Even by myself, I started packing, and stopped. And started again, only to stop after one bag is filled. The emptiness that seizes you in that moment was just getting a little heavy in me. Then again, I have to move from hostel to home, and start work on my new home.
So many things. So little time.
After nearly 2 months of little sleep, pulling all-nighters, getting by with 4 hour naps and all that stress, the exams are over. I spent the Saturday packing up my room, Sunday teaching and today...I don't know. I can't wait for tomorrow to come because I get to spend the rest of the week with my favourite person :)
Packing up my room brought about a myriad of feelings. I've gotten so used to having my own place due to my own freedom; I've grown to love the little room we've made so cosy, I love the freedom that came with the room simply because I don't have to deal with my mum's 100%-clean-neurotic self, my grandfather's nagging at me to get off the Internet so that he can use the phone and everything else.
Most of all, I know this will mean another phase to our lives, but there's nothing we can't adapt to anyway. After all, like Andrew says, we are all "hardy people". *smiles*
I've grown to love Scruffy, her cute little ways and her round butt. I've grown to love the fuzzballs that appear in my room periodically and I know I'll miss them sorely.
It seems like I had better find a job for myself seeing that everybody is on attachment. But how to when I have other commitments?
I'm still munching on cashew nuts while typing this post. I've accidentally stumbled upon my pandora box, dusty and unopened somewhere out there. Upon a hindsight, within a mouse click, I deleted it.
Because there's no need for a Pandora Box when life these days seems so happy and satisfying. While other people flutter by, never settling on one; while others seem to envy those butterflies for their attractive selves; I don't because I'm soaring high above those butterflies - buoyed by the summer within me.
Now, that seemed a little out of sorts for my own writing. I wonder why. Back to what happened on a fine Sunday shopping trip at Metro with my mum. Metro was having a 20% sale and my mum went a little mad - she bought 2 types of eye cream for herself (and me to share of course), 2 lipsticks, 1 powder, and somemore pampering for herself. For me she decided to beautify her fast-growing-up daughter - a liquid eyeliner and...*holds breath* a Double Lash: a nutritive treatment that lengthens and strengthens lashes, helps stimulate faster growth and protects them. Oh gosh. Why the hell did I even mention the word "mascara". *slaps forehead*
Oh and I have to tell you this - the 2nd level toilet at Century Square is AMAZING. Its been there so long and I haven't stepped into it all this while..I must have been living my entire life in campus. Exclusively hers level 2 toilet is really made for the ladies. A full wall of full length mirrors, open-concept basins with bright lights (think Esplanade) and and and!!!...a make-up counter where you could perch on their high-stools and reapply your makeup - with a tissue box and small bin and a nice oval mirror to add to its finishing touch. Brillant!
Then my mother said, "You are out-dated liao lah. I've been here so many times and you look like a suaku standing here and staring at everything with your mouth wide open!"
Packing up my room brought about a myriad of feelings. I've gotten so used to having my own place due to my own freedom; I've grown to love the little room we've made so cosy, I love the freedom that came with the room simply because I don't have to deal with my mum's 100%-clean-neurotic self, my grandfather's nagging at me to get off the Internet so that he can use the phone and everything else.
Most of all, I know this will mean another phase to our lives, but there's nothing we can't adapt to anyway. After all, like Andrew says, we are all "hardy people". *smiles*
I've grown to love Scruffy, her cute little ways and her round butt. I've grown to love the fuzzballs that appear in my room periodically and I know I'll miss them sorely.
It seems like I had better find a job for myself seeing that everybody is on attachment. But how to when I have other commitments?
I'm still munching on cashew nuts while typing this post. I've accidentally stumbled upon my pandora box, dusty and unopened somewhere out there. Upon a hindsight, within a mouse click, I deleted it.
Because there's no need for a Pandora Box when life these days seems so happy and satisfying. While other people flutter by, never settling on one; while others seem to envy those butterflies for their attractive selves; I don't because I'm soaring high above those butterflies - buoyed by the summer within me.
Now, that seemed a little out of sorts for my own writing. I wonder why. Back to what happened on a fine Sunday shopping trip at Metro with my mum. Metro was having a 20% sale and my mum went a little mad - she bought 2 types of eye cream for herself (and me to share of course), 2 lipsticks, 1 powder, and somemore pampering for herself. For me she decided to beautify her fast-growing-up daughter - a liquid eyeliner and...*holds breath* a Double Lash: a nutritive treatment that lengthens and strengthens lashes, helps stimulate faster growth and protects them. Oh gosh. Why the hell did I even mention the word "mascara". *slaps forehead*
Oh and I have to tell you this - the 2nd level toilet at Century Square is AMAZING. Its been there so long and I haven't stepped into it all this while..I must have been living my entire life in campus. Exclusively hers level 2 toilet is really made for the ladies. A full wall of full length mirrors, open-concept basins with bright lights (think Esplanade) and and and!!!...a make-up counter where you could perch on their high-stools and reapply your makeup - with a tissue box and small bin and a nice oval mirror to add to its finishing touch. Brillant!
Then my mother said, "You are out-dated liao lah. I've been here so many times and you look like a suaku standing here and staring at everything with your mouth wide open!"