Too pretty

It's one of those days when I've things (like work) to do but slacks it because the Internet is way too interesting. This is the day.

I've been online way too many hours looking at mostly very important websites - my friend's boutique's website, my ex-schoolmate's online boutique website, my students' online boutique website.

There are too many pretty things in the world.

On another note, I'm heading to Singapore again this December. I'm gonna ikat pinggan for the next few months just so I've enough greenbacks to use.

Quotation

Chin up. Put your shoulders back, walk proud, strut a little. Don't lick your wounds: celebrate them. The scars you bear are the signs of a competitor. You're in a lion fight, Stevens. Just because you didn't win doesn't mean you don't know how to roar.

Dr Richard Webber to Izzie Stevens

Mamma Meeeee...... yahhhhhh

My honey honey and I finally caught this yesterday (yes, i know, we are like so yesterday). Believe me, I'll watch this over and over again.

About 5 years ago, I was at its musical with some friends in Perth, and it was oh marvelous, marvelous. The stage, the songs, the energy, the dancing, the colors. And at the end of the musical, we all stood up and started dancing while they did their finale songs. I was so tempted to do the same yesterday at the cinema. haha

I love the setting. Oh, maybe it's too bias to say how friendly the villa looks and spectacular the sea is because I love beach more than the shopping malls. Seriously. With all the singing, and dancing, and fairy lights, and not to mention the sea. Oh... I'd want to spend my whole life there. Did I mention how i love the beach more than the shopping malls?

And the spontaneity of it too. Having watched Rendition and Devil's Wear Prada, Meryl Streep is the last person I expect to break out dancing and singing in movies. She was extremely spontaneous all throughout. Though she looked gawky when she first did those moves on the pier and the roof of the goat house, this only shows how versatile she is as an actress. Apparently, she decided to do this movie to humiliate her children. If I were her daughter, i WILL crawl into a hole! But she's lovely.

Amanda Seyfried is amazing too. From being a plastic in The Mean Girls and now a love-struck 20-year-old, I've to applause her for the kind of energy she brings into the show. Alright, she sings well and she looks great too. But to act alongside Meryl Streep, the goddess of moviedom, is no easy pull. You can really see the connection between these 2 ladies. And they 2 seemed to have a lot, a lot of fun.

And if this is not enough to convince you, my honey honey, who loves indulging himself in Beowolf, Alien vs Predator, Rambo, and any other movies with sidekicks, killing, attacking, karate-chops, was seen humming Dancing Queen the whole night long.

Bummer

I really love my job. I'm not sure if it's the young ones that I like. Or is it the sense of satisfaction when they improve. Or because I get to move them around. Or the nobility of it. I really don't know, but I have no complains at all. Despite the stacking essays that needs to be marked. Nor dealing with hyperactive students for 10 hours straight, I still love my job.

But what bothers me is when people start getting political in the organization. I understand that every man is for themselves. In fact, I'm like that too. It's just that in this situation now, I'm in no position to play for myself yet. I'm merely the wall between these parties.

Oh, bummer!

Joe Loy and the Warehouse Project

This is uber cool.

LAUNCH OF THEIR DEBUT ALBUM "ALL THE NATIONS"
on Saturday, October 11 2008

VENUE: The Sanctuary, FGA KL

Doors open at 8PM

Refreshments provided from 6.30 onwards

SEE YOU THERE!

Trump: How to Get Rich

There are 2 truths that I've to reveal about this book and the writer.

First, there isn't any tips from Donald Trump as to how you can be rich. All we get in the book is his constant bragging about how he made it. Unless, you're a CEO/President of some company and has a couple hundred of millions to spare, you can make the calls the 'Donald' way. Nevertheless, there are some quotable principles he noted. Again, that's Donald...

Secondly, he isn't a writer at all. He is a full blooded businessman. In fact, he probably made a couple of millions from us through the sales of this. If you're looking for something to review for your literature assignment, don't kill yourself over this book. The writings are short, concise, simple and probably down to earth. Again, it's Donald we're speaking about. Do you hear him explaining why the apprentices are fired? Not much. So don't expect him to share with you anything deeper than that.

One thing that I did pick up from this book is the fact that no one ever stop working towards being successful. There is a section in the book which detailed down one of Donald's week. It's a work journal/diary/whatever you call it. In every hour, decisions involving millions of dollars are made. And this man never stop moving/working. And lunch was his time to catch up with news. Unless he is over bragging, Donald Trump is one of the most hardworking man in America. And the very reasons how he can make it to today is because he has never stop working and is open to new ideas. This man takes chances. But then again, he's Donald Trump; he can afford it.

Why Not Advertising?

Just recently, I overlooked an event our school was running. And subsequently the development and production of the promotional materials (brochures, buntings, etc, etc). That thrilling weeks reminded me how much I missed advertising. I love the nitty-gritty of it. And at the same time, am in awe of how quick and responsive humans can work within a short period of time. On the day of the event, I saw each of it unfolding to its form. I was a proud mama then.

Nevertheless, there's always one reason why I'll never go back to advertising. Unforeseen overlooked mistakes I'm capable of making. Just yesterday, I argued with a colleague due to a miscommunication on the namecard. No matter how many rounds it was checked, it will never be perfect. Frankly, I can't take frustrations like this.

Singapore

I never really get to travel without the whole coach/plane knowing my name. That's travelling with the Ongs, for your info.

Last weekend, my parents and I made a trip to Singapore to attend the most awaited wedding dinner of our lifetimes. It was my Bee Gor Gor's wedding. My cousin la. Btw, he's the only cousin from my father's side.

Anyway, I hadn't travelled with my parents for more than 4 years. That's because I'm older, I'm working, I don't have time for their trips, they don't want me to join them in their mini honeymoons, etc. That's besides the point. So, as I was saying, travelling with them can be mad-hell. My parents can be exceptionally 'kan-cheong' and throughout the journey, they'll call my name for no 'apparent' reasons.

"Are you comfortable, San?"
"Have you got your passport with you, San?"
"Make sure you don't leave your things around, San!"

I bet half the coach knew my name that night.


My parents are definately the biggest 'jokers' I've ever known. My mum made a swimming pool out of the hotel's dressing room.




You see, this is the room's dressing room. On the left is the bath tub. My mum thought that was the bathing area. And she took a SHOWER there. A SHOWER, for crying out loud. After that, I walked into an almost ankle-deep water in the room. Btw, the shower area is on the right, where the towels are hung.


Anyway, the trip was a lot of fun. Uncle put us in St. Regis, that was also where the dinner was held. And the rooms were amazing. The dinner was also elaborated. Man... only pictures can tell what I mean. So, check them out on my facebook *winks*

And of course the shopping. I met Suleen (my ex colleague) for our shopping escapade. Poor girl, I dragged her to Bugis Village. psst.. it was her first time to Bugis village. With all the sweat, noise, colours, I don't think she'll ever forget me for that. And I'm not gonna mention how much I'd shopped. Hehe...

What made this trip unforgettable is definately the family get-together. It's been long since we all come together as a family. And the chats across the room and over the dining tables. The sarcastic remarks we threw on each other. That's the 'Ongs' way.

I love my family. And shopping in Singapore.

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Not all went well. I left my novel in the hotel. I'm frustrated not because of the loss; more so because I was coming to the end of the book. I need to know the ending!!! That's frustrating!

Opposition will walk over

I just got back from Singapore today. I've so much to tell you about the trip, but I'll save it for later. Tonight, we'll discuss about our recent ISA detainers.

Frankly, before Friday, I wasn't quite sure if Anwar will have his dream come true. But now, looking at what our government had done all in the name of preserving the country's peace, I'm pretty sure this will fascilitate Anwar's takeover.

This weekend, I learnt that our government is trully short-sighted (not that I didn't know before this, but they've cemented my thoughts). And for this very reason, I don't think these current leaders are capable of leading the country anymore. C'mon, who wants short-sighted leaders?

I'm not suggesting that Anwar is far better than any of them. I'm not sure. I don't know until he takes lead. However, from the current record and the Opposition's hall of fame, there are quality leaders - Khalid, Hannah, Guan Eng, etc. And out of them, we only hope that they'll breed another generation of quality leaders.

No worries about recurrence of May 13. No need to stock of food. The rakyats are more united than ever today. We all have to agree that this dysfunctional government need to go. On Sept 16, Oppositions can easily 'walk-over'.

Just to humour you a lil'

Asylum for the Verbally Insane

We'll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.

You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,
Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.
If the plural of man is always called men, Why shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen?
If I speak of my foot and show you my feet, And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?

If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth, Why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth?Then one may be that, and three would be those, Yet hat in the plural would never be hose, And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.

We speak of a brother and also of brethren, But though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him, But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!

Let's face it - English is a crazy language.
There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple.
English muffins weren't invented in England.

We take English for granted, but if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square,and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.

And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing, grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham?
Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend.
If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?

If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught?
If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?

Sometimes I think all the folks who grew up speaking English should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.
In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?
We ship by truck but send cargo by ship.
We have noses that run and feet that smell.
We park in a driveway and drive in a parkway.
And how can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out, and in which an alarm goes off by going on.

And, in closing, if Father is Pop, how come Mother's not Mop?

I give up !

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I'm still around

No, I've not abandoned my blog. I've been seriously busy. Piles of essays are sitting in my room crying for my attention.

My Primary 1's characterization notes on the ugly, hungry troll is done. Now, I'm moving to my Primary 3's story about the frog who finished the lake water, leaving his other furry buddies thirsty. And then I've got my Form 3's essay telling me that environmental crisis is a passing phase; soon enough, our ingenious brains will find a solution to it. And that's just a crux of it. I've not mentioned my Form 4 and 5's work. *sweat*

But I'm loving it :) No complaints.