taichi master

The schools that I went to and graduated from taught me many things.
From reading and writing to doing calculations and dissecting plants.

The places I worked at and people I worked with taught me many things too.
From handling needy clients to organising events.

However, I am upset that none of them taught me the art of taichi.
Tai chi-ing stuff/events that is handle my own care to someone else so that he or she can clean up the mess I created.
Tai chi-ing awaythings and appear to be very busy though I knock off way before the stipulated time.
And all you need to do is to cc me in an email appear damn generous by sponsoring every single event's venue when you shouldn't.

I should request to my lecturers to set up a module called Tai Chi Your Way Up The Corporate Ladder.
In this module, you will learn how to delegate ALL your duties to everyone and when the big boss ask you what you are doing, you rattle off every single thing you have tai-chied to your colleague but make it appear that you are VERY HARDWORKING and bringing in money for the company while in actual fact, you are not doing anything constructive yet still have $$$$ entering your account every month!

Wonderful module isn't it?
This way, we can shake leg and yet still have money coming in.
Crap, why didnt HMS teach me this when I was still studying?!

hiroki mania

I have attended movie premieres, press conferences, concerts when I was at Y.E.S.93.3FM.
I thought that by coming over to The Arts House, I'll lose all these freebie privileges.
How was I to know that the movie premieres became premieres for musicals and drama performances, pop concerts became jazz concerts or piano recitals.
-smug grin-

F1 view from The Arts House's rooftop

Perhaps the biggest freebie I got this year was to be able to part of Asia on the Edge 2009 and experience a lingerie fashion show while nibbling on food prepared by world class chefs and downing endless supply of Coke/Miranda/White Wine/Mumm Champagne/ Red Wine/Beer.

This is damn good!
by Singapore's Chef Haikal

Each ticket to JING - Asia on the Edge 2009 cost $350 and $500 on Race Night itself.
-eyes popped out-
and i got in for free, almost everyday.
Why the good luck?
Because I am on duty, have to prevent cheeko-pehs from groping those scantily-clad Shanghai-nese models and to remind people not to step on the carpeted runway lest the models trip and fall.

Chef Hiroki from Japan!
Handsome deska!
-swoons-

I am busy busy busy busy like a bee at The Arts House.
Although I am the lowest life form in TAH as I have one of the lowest pay, apart from the cleaning aunties, I pride myself to have better knowledge of how to go about doing things around the House than someone who has x5 of my pay!
-grumbles-

Boon and Bel

I dedicate this blog entry to my munchkins Ah Boon.
For those who read her blog and cant see her face as China's webline is cranky and does not allow any foreign posting, i.e. pictures on blog and Facebook -gasp-, here's a series of hilarious pictures to make your day.

Presenting....
BOON & BEL

This is the 2 of us, stripped bare of make-up and at our primate best.
-laughs-

Episode 1: Excited

It took a couple of bloopers before we could finally see and hear each other .
It took a while for the images to load and I must say,
I think Skype would have done a better job
but oh wells, MSN ain't that horrid. -shrugs-

Yes, I know I look constipated.
Like I said, "PRIMATE BEST".
It didnt help that MSN chose to hang on me when I was talking!

Episode 2: The Puny Table

This is THE study table that Boon has to share with her room-mate.
The school's pretty ingenious to come up with the idea
that by putting 2 chairs to a table it becomes 2 study tables.
What a way to cut costs.

Girls, being girls, we have our cosmetics and all.
Therefore Puny Table is now their Dressing Table.
And if Boon returns with poor eyesight and a broken back,
it's because she studies on her bed,
flat on her tummy.
-rolls eyes-

Episode 3: MEOW.

Ah Mao decides to spread his fur and love to Wuhan.
Yes, he nearly died because I was unknowingly choking him with that hand position
while Boon and I were excitedly engaging in Ah Mao talk.

But Ah Mao did wave hello, at my command. HAHA.

Episode 4: Things we hug to bed

Boon really brought her bolster to Wuhan.
I brought my Dirty Pillow to Wuhan too, then.
Because we both have no man to hug to sleep.

Episode 5: Chocolate is Food

Hao Li You from Wuhan versus Singapore's Koko Krunch.
I miss snacking in the hostel room.
-sighs-

Episode 6: Kiss Goodnight

She has lessons at 8am.
I have work at 10am.

And offline we both went.
<3
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How long has it been?
A year?
A year ago, I still had curly hair and I had to grudgingly force-wake Chen Huiting up every morning.
A year ago, Lao Gan Ma (food from the side alley) was still around.
A year ago, I had to busy myself with 2 phones.
A year ago, I saw snow and wished upon the first snowflake.
A year ago, I ate my 3 meals with great classmates.
A year ago, We mah-jonged while Huiting snored.
A year ago, the class would gather in my room and have roaring good time.
A year ago, I go to class in the morning and Taobao-ed in the night.
A year ago, I collect my Taobao items in the afternoon and order takeaways at the same time.
A year ago...

Has it been that fast?
We dreaded 12 September 2008 so much but now, we're all dying to relive those Wuhan memories.
If I could do it all over again, I would leave my baggages in Singapore and board the flight in smiles.
Some tears weren't worth it.
And i think my puffy eyes and constant crying at the departure shocked the hell out of Lin Junjie.
-laughs-

Have a great time in Beilou/Queens/Chicony, ah Boon.
i know you are
=D

the girl in striped camisole

My handsome cousin.
getting more handsome by each family gathering
=)

I decided that I will stop dreaming about marrying into a wealthy family and own a room full of shoes, clothes and bags.
I am no hot babe, so this fantasy will never come true.
But I think this next dream might sound more logical.

I think I should either fall in love or marry a doctor or the heir to Raffles Medical Group or even SingHealth.

I fall sick so often that I think those doctors that I visit secretly rub their hands in glee and punch the air in joy when they see my name because Annabel = money. And mind you, the sicknesses that I have are not your average fever but neither is it death-defying like say.....SARS.

Sometimes I think my mother and God has something against me.
Not that I am lamanting about my lack of looks or brains
BUT
why I have so many medical problems?
-pulls hair out-

I have skin problem - my skin pigment is unbalanced, I can never achieve Karen Mok's sexy gams.
I have spinal problem - my nerve protrudes my bone, I cringe each time I overwork my back.
I have stomach problems- I hugged the toilet bowl and puked out green maggi mee and I fainted.
I have eye problems - my oil glands are so active that I had to undergo 3 stye operations.

I spend so much money seeing dermatologist, eye surgeons, doing X-ray and all that I think the best thing I could do to repay my mother is to find a surgeon boyfriend.
Or maybe a doctor sugar daddy.
Or maybe a boss of the insurance company.

That way, I can go in and out of the hospital at my whim and not pay a single cent.
because I get to claim.

Perfect solution to all my medical woes.
I'm so smart.
-whoops hand in joy-

you are so dead

It's been a hectic week.
Dead Sea Scrolls squeezed the life out of me.
I never knew selling tickets could be such a pissed-off event and pardon me, sometimes it is such bad apples around that makes me re-think about Christianity.

So there was this bloody uncle who kicked up a huge fuss when he was in the queue to buy a pair of admission tickets. He had waited in the line for say the longest 5 minutes of his life? And he threatened to write to the press because even though there were 5 people at the ticketing counter, 2 of us were doing the settlements for the morning shift. the other 3 temps were busy chopping tickets and collecting money.

To that particular childless old uncle and his sour-prune wife, I'm sorry for letting you wait for 5 minutes in the queue. I should have ignore the other 3 people IN FRONT of you and laid out a red carpet for you the moment I caught a whiff of your body odour.

When we're all high-strung...
We cam-whore with Rayson's iMac

The best part was, he demanded to see the ticketing manager. It was Friday and 2pm. My manager's a Muslim and he was off to prayers. ..

Me: Hi sir, sorry but my ticketing manager's Muslim and he's off to prayers... Uncle: Okay, Muslim ah? Then who's the boss here? Who ? Who?
Me: The general manager of Arts House, sir, is Mr Colin Goh.
Uncle: Good, ask him to see me now!
Me: Uh, sorry sir but Colin's not around. He's...-cuts me off-
Uncle: Not around? Why, is he also at prayers? Colin also Muslim is it?!?
Me: -rolls eyes- He's at Japan for a business meeting..

This totally cracked me up.
The uncle converted the Catholic/Christian boss of mine to a Muslim.
-claps-

But anyways, Burp and I went to walk around the exhibits and it was pretty cool.
Dead Sea Scrolls, anyone? -grins-

tainted

I think Pedro did a good job of changing Mingxiu's name. -grins-

I have no sugar daddy despite my utmost effort to find one by hanging around Fullerton.
I still have not successfully become a millionaire by winning Toto or 4D because I think I have no affinity with numbers.
I haven't made a quick buck by becoming some small-time blogger or going on reality shows because I think I'll scare the people sitting in front of the tv and no one actually finds my blog interesting.

So therefore, I am a poor student.

But no matter what, when they come to Singapore, I am more than happy to feed on bread and air just to watch them live.

Courtesy of Huiyuan
who sat at the enviously 4th row from the stage!
@_@

The thing about my love for Mayday is that their songs make sense.
Other than harping about love lost, they make sense about life.
And at every of their concert which I have religiously attended over the past 3 years, I never fail to dab my eyes at some point in time.
They ingrained in me some crazy potion of hope and made me realise the importance of the smallest things and taught me to live again.

Boon is currently baking herself in the hot sun of Wuhan and I must say i miss those days.
Been a year already.
We have all changed so much.
We lost weight.
We gained weight -points at MX and Yao-
We loved and lost and gained.

I miss Wuhan and those poly days.
Where dreams could be wilder where aspirations weren't that tainted.