Tuesday, March 30, 2004

Virgin Haircut and New Hairdo at Vidal Sassoon School

This was my 2nd haircut in London since I left home and my first one at Vidal Sassoon.

To be more exact, I went to Vidal Sassoon School near Bond Street and Oxford Street - the cradle of all aspiring professional hairstylists-to-be.

Quite a refreshing experience, at least for me whose hair has been cut by only male uncles or ah-peh barbers since I was born. And no shavers were used. Only a comb and a pair of scissors.

And its pretty cheap. It cost only 4.50 quids, compared to 6 quids at Mr Toppers 2 months ago.

Of course, it was cheap for a reason.

The whole haircut took exactly 3 hours. And it was cut and styled by an aspiring-hairstylist-to-be under the guidance of a professional instructor.

3 hours. 180 minutes. Haircut only.

The longest my haircut took in the past was at most 15 minutes, excluding waiting time.

This was the first time it took such a long time for my hair to be cut.

And I was one of the last models to leave the class.

Even some girls and women and ang moh tai tais in the same class finished their haircuts earlier than me.

Left in the class were me, and two guys and a couple of ladies.

I didn't know haircuts can be so professional and detailed and intricate, until today.

My Japanese female hairstylist-to-be examined every nanometre of my hair.

And I thought guys' hair is supposed to be easier to cut and styled?

I was very wrong.

So it all began last Monday when I decided to cut my hair and I happened to find out such a cheap bargain at Vidal Sassoon School. Appointments were all fully booked from last week until today.

At 130pm today afternoon, I stepped into Vidal Sassoon School with other cheapskate Brits uncles, aunties, and poor Londoners like me.

Then, we were asked to pay before the haircut and were shoved to a small waiting area (smaller than my hostel room), at which we were given colour tags.

The colour tags signify exactly which class we go to. I don't know the exact difference between the classes though.

And up we go to meet the people who will be styling our hair - the students.

I was allocated this pretty sweet demure Japanese girl.

My hair was first washed and shampooed and scalp massaged by her.

She then asked me how I want my hair to be cut, followed by a discussion with the instructor on how my hair can be styled.

Then came all the technical terms which was all Greek to me.

"Disconnection from the temples", "square at the back", "graduation", "layering", "break my hair" and the list goes on.

Every step she took had to be reviewed by the instructor before she can proceed to the next step, and any wrong technique was corrected on the spot.

"No, you should graduate his hair this way." "The hair must be disconnected at his temples, not lower or higher, but at his temples." And so on and so forth.

Whatever. I just let them play with my hair for 180 minutes.

Oh yah, and one thing was no shavers was used throughout the cut. Only a pair of scissors and a comb. First time in my life a haircut without a shaver.

And the end-product now was I-dunno-how-to-describe kinda hairstyle.

My hair isn't long now. Neither is it the Armani style I used to don before I came to London and let it grow wild.

It's not short enough to be called spiky. And it is not long enough to have partings.

My hair is sort of assymetrical now, with a slight slope in between the top where the main bulk of hair is and the periphery of my hair outline.

That is, the periphery of my hair ex-outline is almost left intact, which means I have longer strands of hair at the periphery from my sideburn on the left hand side, extending through the back of my head to the sideburn of my right hand side.

Well, that's the best description I can offer. Ha.

Not a bad cut afterall despite the long process.

I think I'll visit the school again before I fly home in June/July.

Saturday, March 27, 2004


刚才,当我把最后一份 Lab Report 交上去的时候,心轻了一阵子。



再多七天,我就会徜佯于比利时的街头巷尾,并任由荷兰的风车把我卷进 THE DUTCH 的历史中,以及荷兰的红灯区的靡烂中。




再多两个月,考试过后,我又要再次拾起我的背包,到另外几个欧洲国家辗转跋涉。目的地未定,可能是德国,也许是 Czech Republic,又或者是法国,瑞士也不错。但肯定不会去西班牙和希腊。


再多两个多月,我又要回到那个属于我的蕞尔岛国,回到熟悉的 1000 Toa Payoh North 像狗一样的在报馆卖命。


再多三个月,我真的希望能够去泰国做 YEP。他妈的,死报馆,到现在还迟迟不肯给我一个100% 确定的“你可以去!”。




*不过也好,暂时不必面对 Lab Reports 和 Essays 和 Journals……

Wednesday, March 24, 2004



有一个失明的女孩 叫叶子
我知道在她心里面 她看得见一切

*在她透明的心儿里面 有一个角落
这个世界没有欺骗 也没有争夺
美丽的女孩叫叶子 她经常这么说


+爱情是什么颜色的 如果忧郁是蓝色的
快乐是什么颜色的 如果寂寞是灰色的
天空是什么颜色的 如果汪洋是蓝色的


爱情是什么颜色的 如果记忆是模糊的
渴望是什么颜色的 如果时间是静止的
永恒是什么颜色的 如果呼吸是短暂的


透明是什么颜色的 如果风儿是快乐的
心是 心是 快乐的 心是 快乐的……

Friday, March 19, 2004

12 度的跑

12 度的空气,
12 度的风,

6 个月以来首次的跑,


Tuesday, March 16, 2004










写于伦敦 Camden Town ,2004年3月14日的初春夜晚。

Monday, March 15, 2004

Photos of Vienna uploaded

Saturday, March 13, 2004

Six months and an indefinite end

To you who are reading this blog now,

Today, 13th March 2004, marks the end of the 6th month I've stepped foot onto United Kingdom (England). And its time to reflect upon myself again.

Six months, neither too short nor too long. These six months had seen me through autumn, the whole of winter and the beginning of spring. That's 3 seasons out of 4 in a year. *Whoa*

Six months. Yeah. How fast time flew since I left home on 14th Sept 2003 (I think I've said this countless times). The past six months have been a great time, really.

Being so far away, modern technology has helped to shrink this long distance from home, especially because this is the first time I left home for such a long period.

It is an undeniable fact that modern technology is simply too fascinating. I'm actually just a phone call or a click away from my home miles and miles away.

After these six months, I realised I simply cannot survive without the mobile or the internet now, although I seriously hope that I can be much less dependent on these forms of communication. Thank goodness, my life isn't dependent on a PDA as yet. I refuse to get a PDA now, just like how I refused to get a mobile in JC. Well, I survived without a mobile then, and I seriously don't know how I did it.

Ok. I'm digressing now. Back to the main point.

Writing a diary, consistently every day, has been what I've wanted to achieve long ago, but this dream has never been realised till I started this blog. I've tried writing everyday in NS but failed to persist.

So, its really fantastic to be able to blog for the past four months or so, sharing my life as a Londoner.

In fact, blogging has become a habit for me before I tuck in every night. I've become so habituated that I would feel my day isn't complete without recording down at the end of the day whatever I did, thought and dreamt about.

And I am indeed impressed by myself that I manage to blog every day over the past four months (except when I have no access to the virtual world, e.g. when I am backpacking).

However, looking back at what I've written, most of the entries were just personal crap or things that might not be relevant to you but are to a certain extent important to me.

In other words, this blog is just one of the many pedestrian records of my humdrum life out of so many Netizens.

From the initial "Memory is the thing you forget with" to the present "Choice is an illusion," I have only one motive in starting to write on a public web page in the first place.

The purpose is clear - this blog exists as a channel for me to keep my family (my parents can't read English, and that's why I write in Chinese occasionally) and friends informed and updated on my new life overseas.

I guess this motive has been met satisfactorily for the past four months, at least that is what I think so.

Since I've achieved what I've aimed to achieve, it's time for me to retreat temporarily for now.

I just see no point in updating my daily life on this page since I've settled in well already.

I just see no logic in boring you further with my mundane routine everyday anymore.

And so I've decided to try to be less reliant on blogspot from tomorrow onwards, and keep all future nonsense in my own diary.

Seriously, I don't know who are the people that have been reading my blog for the past few months. No matter who you are, I sincerely thank you for I wasted some of your precious time in which it could have been put to better use like reading your notes, doing your homework, relaxing and resting, watching TV blah blah blah... I truly appreciate your time. =)

This precious blog of mine has thus temporary reached its denouement. Just like any newspaper column.

From another point of view, I think I just need a short break for now. Or perhaps exposing too much of myself makes me more vulnerable. Or maybe people aren't too interested to keep in direct contact with me since they have explicit and conscious access to the knowledge of my daily lives and routine without interacting with me personally.

No matter what, I think I've made a satisfactory attempt, at least from my point of view, to keep everybody and anybody who is interested in my life to be informed of my life for the past half a year.

I hereby extend my appreciation once again, to those who have been reading and tolerating with my nonsense on this page.

Perhaps I'll leave an entry when I feel the need to relieve my anger or frustration. Or maybe I'll come back to this page and rant and ramble when something exciting happens to me. Basically I'll publish what I write when I have the compulsion/inspiration to do so.

And I'm indeed happy as well that I have 2144 page views thus far, since I started the counter 2 months ago. Thanks again for your continuous coming back to this page. I don't know what's so interesting about this blog that makes it deserved a 2144-page view. Not a large number in my opinion though, but I'm still happy.

Lastly, here's a quote about blogging I read from The Straits Times a couple of weeks ago, that might have reinforced my decision. I thought it is very true.

Assistant Professor Mark Cenite from the School of Communication and Information at the Nanyang Technological University observed: 'A blogger may enjoy writing a blog...but that doesn't mean everyone wants to read it. For most of us, the humble reality is that if our autobiographies were available at the library for others to read, they'd be gathering dust.'

And hence, my decision.

That's about it. We'll meet if we have fate.

I'm looking forward to the daffodils and tulips in Holland, really.

And of course, summer.


P.S. Oh yah. Like I've promised, I've found the webpages to the planet panorama. Just go to www.space.com and you'll see lots of news about it. London is getting cloudy every night. Damn it.

But I'm delighted that the weather is getting warmer from today onwards, according to the forecasts. About 10 degrees. Now I can finally jump around in a T-shirt and bermudas.

Friday, March 12, 2004

Call from Home

I've got to admit that I haven't called home for ages, about 2-3 weeks. A bit guilty when my mobile rang in the midst of my lesson. It's a private number and instantly I knew it was a call from home. After my lesson I called back immediately. Simply because I don't want my mum to worry.

She asked (more like interrogating) me why I haven't been calling back. She asked me if I have forgotten home. "你作么这么久没有打回来?你在那边久了,就忘了这里 huh?" She repeated these 2 questions a few times. I thought she would add the phrase "你要死啊?" but she did not.

I didn't reply directly and I didn't know what to reply. I just gave a "Err..."

And then she asked when I am going to Holland.

After which I answered accordingly.

Then I purposely asked her if she knew the news that this morning, Madrid in Spain just had a serious series of bomb attacks at the main train stations which killed at least 190 people as of now.

Then she asked me where's Holland and Belgium? Are Holland and Belgium near Spain? "Be careful hor! You better not go to Spain huh, I tell you..." She repeated that a few times as well.

Ok... I thought that was very moving.


Terrorism in Madrid

"SINGAPORE'S Ministry of Foreign Affairs said 'we are shocked and saddened by the horrific news' of the Madrid bombings. 'Singapore strongly condemns such acts of calculated terror and violence. We extend our condolences to the Government of the Kingdom of Spain and families of those killed or injured in the attack. Such acts of terrorism underscore the urgent need for countries to intensify their cooperation in the battle against terrorism,' the ministry said in a statement."

adapted from today's (12th March 2004) The Straits Times

For one of the rare times, terrorism has managed to hit me again. Terrorism is so close, seems like its just outside my doorstep. My friend and I were saying while preparing dinner that ANY bomb blast at ANY part of central London will definitely result in a much much much much much worse disaster than that of Madrid. Just a blast and thousands of lives will be gone in a matter of seconds in any tube station or train station in central London. Central London is simply too congested and populated.

This is a scary thought.

Touch wood.

Oh well, now I can't plan to go to Madrid for the time being.



或许是因为今天早上从 Camden 走到学校的途中,无意间看到平日荒芜到毫不起眼的花园,竟然都被争艳斗丽的小黄花、红花、紫色的花、蓝色的花给弄活了起来。生命仿佛骤然清醒。





就像看海,我也会莫名地开朗起来。London 没有海,找一天我得到英国南端的 Brighton 去再次聆听久违的海啸。


Finally lets forget all the mishaps. On a happier note, here's a joke I remembered from my humour and memory experiment a couple of weeks ago. Just to share:

Harry Swartz is on his death bed, his wife Selda is by his side:

"Selda, you've always been by my side."
"When I broke my leg at 25, you were by my side."
"When I had my first heart attack at 45, you were by my side."
"When I had my second heart attack at 65, you were by my side."
"When I broke my hip at 75, you were by my side."
"And now, when I'm dying, you are at my side..."

"Selda, you're a jinx!!"

Have a good night. Its already Spring and London is still snowing now.

Thursday, March 11, 2004

Photos of Innsbruck

I've finally uploaded another set of photos taken in Austria. I've still got loads of photos. Shall post them as soon as possible.

Click on the photo below to go to my gallery straight away.

(1) Acknowledgments to terryo who taught me how to add pictures into the blog. I've modified the code further so that it can link it to my designated webpage. =)

(2) My blog will be reaching its denouement soon. I'll enjoy myself thoroughly while writing the last few entries. =)

Wednesday, March 10, 2004

Starry Starry Night @ London Planetarium

No school today. But I did compile and consolidate some of my notes, which I thought was quite an accomplishment. Other than that its a mundane day.

So I shall write about the visit to the London Planetarium yesterday evening after school instead.

I was taken out of the world for that one full hour.

Embarking on an interstellar odyssey of discovery, I was completely memerised.

Its actually a computer stimulation but was very real.

Met the familar stars and constellations which I haven't seen for a while, like the easily recognised Orion Sword and Orion Belt, the very very colourful Orion Nebula (M42), and of course the whole Orion constellation. Orion is always visible in the Singapore night sky, not sure if I can see it whole year round in London though. I recognised the Great Dipper (or Great Bear) as well. But I had trouble with Sagittarius, Taurus, Leo, Scorpio, the Southern Cross etc.

And then, we were shown the planets as well. And comets, asteroids, galaxies, black holes, and they explained the origin of the Universe which it is believed to be the result of the Big Bang 15 billion years ago.

And this year is a special year for astronomers. First its the Mars thingy. Next, its the planet panorama. We are able to see with our NAKED eyes the FIVE nearest planets (Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter and Saturn) TOGETHER in the night sky very clearly in the year of 2004. Especially later THIS month (March 26 onwards). Gotta wait till decades (2036) before this happens again. So look up into the night sky if you can. I don't know how to locate them as yet but I shall find the time to research. Shall update here if I manage to find out.

In short, the London Planetarium is a really cool place.

But its rather expensive to get in. You have to get the Madame Tussauds ticket which costs 20 pounds per entry.

Obviously this was a free trip! But we didn't get to enter Madame Tussauds.

I'm sure I will have a chance to visit it in future.

Have fun while star-gazing.

P.S. I'm getting more and more incoherent.

Tuesday, March 09, 2004

And I'm impressed by myself. I have no assignments due and I have no school today and I woke up at 4 + am!
Singapore + Education + Psychology

If I did not volunteer to be a guinea pig and sign up for an experiment this afternoon, I would never know that there are more Singaporeans in the Psychology Department in my school than I thought.

And the fellow country mate I met today is currently doing her PhD degree in Educational Psychology.

I'm impressed.

I have always been impressed by people who are doing PhD. I want to do it as well.

And the second discovery I've made is that MOE actually offers PhD scholarships in psychology.

And the bond is only 6 years for 3 years of PhD. Sounds a pretty good deal. Shall consider it after my journalism bond.

Anyway, the first thing she asked me was, "Are you Singaporean or Malaysian?" before which I merely spoke less than 5 words.

I was impressed once again.

But since she has an honours Psychology degree from National University of SINGAPORE (!!!???), a Master degree from UCL, and is now doing PhD, my surprise seems redundant. This was my realisation only after my 40-minutes conversation with her.

Anyway, she enlightened me quite a bit. I am glad I have been following Singapore's news recently (I have to since I'm in the media industry), so I managed to talk about the recent educational reforms pertaining to school ranking, SAT, mother tongue, through train programs and so on.

And another discovery that I've made is that all these recently implemented reforms, that appeared too sudden for most people, have actually been in the pipeline for a while already. I don't know how true this is. But since she was bonded with MOE for 8 years, and another 6 years more after her PhD, I doubt any inaccuracy in what she said.

Besides current affairs, I also asked her lots of questions pertaining to my course... what if I fail to get my honours to qualify for Masters (touch wood)... PhD choices... comparison between US and UK psychology departments... etc...

In short, I was glad to have met her.

And it seems like I need to change my perspective of MOE soon. Acting Education Minister Tharman Shanmugaratnam seems rather promising (read yesterday's Sunday Times). Looks like Singapore's education finally has some hope.

People, be prepared for more reforms by the MOE, soon. =)

Monday, March 08, 2004


The following story (in italics) appeared on today's (or rather yesterday's) Sunday Times cover page.

It is really true and fascinating how skin colour can become an issue. I've experienced it myself a few times in Europe.

Like what one of the interviewees said,

'Really, you're not one of them, and never will be, no matter how hard you try to speak, think and act like them.'

I love London, but I just don't belong to London. I know that I don't belong to England. Singapore is still my home.

Yeah. No matter how hard I try, I never will belong to London. Simply because of my skin colour, my accent, my hair colour.

All these factors may seem cosmetic, but its just the way the society works.

Racism and prejudice exist, everywhere, even at home. Perhaps racism and prejudice are innate and inborn.

Don't believe it?

Think about YOUR treatment of the international and exchange students (esp those not of the same colour as you) in our very own universities: NUS or NTU or SMU. How do you treat them yourself? I bet you wish that they have nothing to do with you, or you have nothing to do with them. I bet at some stage or another, you wish they have not been in NUS/NTU/SMU to compete with you for grades, for honours, for whatever opportunities etc. Why are those China people so intelligent? Why are they here to compete with me? Why do those Indians smell? Why do...... The list is neverending...

They just disgust you, they irritate you, they annoy you. Simply because they are not Singaporeans, or simply because they are not of the same colour as you.

In short, they are just different from you.

Think seriously about it. Nothing can be done. It's just like that.

Rather sad, ain't it?

By the way, are you thinking of migrating? Give it a second (or more) thought.

Why S'poreans return: They simply miss home
By Li Xueying

THEY had what many Singaporeans covet: permanent residency (PR) in such countries as Australia, the United States and Canada.

At their doorsteps were Victoria's bucolic landscape, job opportunities in Manhattan and a laidback lifestyle in Vancouver, fringed by water and mountains.

But some have chosen to return home, turning in their green cards, or letting their PR lapse.

Why? Some felt like outsiders in their adopted countries. Others felt discriminated against. Many simply missed home.

It's not known how many have given up their overseas PR, as host countries either don't monitor numbers or say the data is confidential. But they did give numbers for Singaporeans granted PR.

Between 1998 and 2002, 2,418 were granted green cards, said the US Citizenship and Immigration Services.

Australia granted PR to 6,506 Singaporeans between 2000 and last year, said its High Commission here.

Last year, Canada granted immigrant visas to between 950 and 1,000 people who named Singapore as their last country of residence. Some may not be Singapore citizens.

Over the last 10 months, 49 Singaporeans have been granted British residency status, and 217 cleared to enter with a view to settling there.

Singapore clubs overseas and lawyers who handle immigration matters said it is a rare Singaporean who chucks his PR status.

Lawyer Chen Chun Kiat said: 'It's not easy to get PR and when Singaporeans do, they won't let it go easily.'

But for shipping executive Z.Q. Tang, 42, coming home was a clear-headed decision.

'All my friends asked if I was crazy,' he said wryly, recalling their disbelief when he left in 1994, giving up his green card after 10 years in San Francisco.

Racism, he said, had disabused him of any rose-tinted visions he'd once had of spending his life in the land of the free and the home of the brave.

'Like it or not, your skin colour is an issue,' he said, from colleagues joking about his lunch 'something moved on the plate, eh?' - to strangers telling him to 'return to your own country'. Once, two Americans who had taunted him while he was driving, punched him till his face was bloodied. His mother, unused to the lifestyle, had returned to Singapore a few years before he did.

He said: 'Really, you're not one of them, and never will be, no matter how hard you try to speak, think and act like them.'

His unhappy experience may seem extreme but he is representative of the single professionals who find it easier to up stakes again and come home if things don't pan out as they want.

Those who have transplanted their children to a new country usually try harder to stick it out.

To retain one's PR status, one has to fulfill certain requirements such as spending a certain period of time in the country, and demonstrating a genuine commitment to settling there.

Australian PRs, for instance, must chalk up at least two years' residence every five years. Businessman Joe Patrick, 41, didn't.

When he was a 24-year-old graduate, he found Singapore 'too small and stifling'. In 1987, wanderlust drove him to settle in Australia, where he worked as an accountant in Sydney.

'I romanticised the idea of big, open spaces, living and working in a different country with a different lifestyle,' he said.

He liked it there, but came home after two years. His sister was getting married, his family was still here, and he had 'gotten the travel bug out of my system'.

It was also family ties that pulled training consultant Wang Decheng, 49, home eventually.

In the 1980s, he badly wanted to work in the US, and hoped that getting Canadian PR would help. He applied in 1998, spent $2,000 on interviews and medical checkups and visited Vancouver looking to buy a home. Yet, he let his PR lapse last year.

'I love Vancouver, it's beautiful,' he said wistfully.

But sitting at a cafe one morning, it struck him as 'ridiculous' that he was there alone, while his family, including his 80-year-old mother, were in Singapore.

Having opened his own consultancy business in Singapore, he's also no longer enamoured of working in the US. 'In the end, it was about me and my comfort zone. About family, friends and knowing instantly who to call if I need a plumber or doctor.'

Sunday, March 07, 2004

Two weeks have passed and it's time to change music again.

This is a very soothing song but a pretty sad song.

Still, I like it very much.

Hope you like it as much as I do.


Streets of London

Have you seen the old man
In the closed-down market
Kicking up the paper,
with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride
And held loosely at his side
Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news

So how can you tell me you're lonely,
And say for you that the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something to make you change your mind

Have you seen the old girl
Who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?
She's no time for talking,
She just keeps right on walking
Carrying her home in two carrier bags.


In the all night cafe
At a quarter past eleven,
Same old man is sitting there on his own
Looking at the world
Over the rim of his tea-cup,
Each tea lasts an hour
Then he wanders home alone


And have you seen the old man
Outside the seaman's mission
Memory fading with
The medal ribbons that he wears.
In our winter city,
The rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero
And a world that doesn't care

Saturday, March 06, 2004

Easy Money

Did an experiment today. It wasn't a psychology experiment but an economics one today. And I was surprised this experiment paid much more than a well-paid psychology one.

25 quids (SGD 75) was my reward for sacrificing 2 hours of my time.

Easy money.

And it was just a simple computer bargaining task. Lots of free time in between and I managed to do some reading during the experiment as well.

Will be doing another one at 4 quids next week. I'm also considering doing another brain scan. For money, what else. And of course to contribute to the advancements of psychological science and research. *whoa*... I did FMRI the last time. Maybe I'll try PET this time. But I'll like to experience TMS the most. TMS should be fun. Ha... Wonder what funny things I will do and how I will behave during TMS. Shall look out for the opportunities. Wonder if there are any side effects. Hmm...


She called me again.

Not once, not twice, but thrice.

And obviously I missed her call thrice.

Then came a text. Which I read and then ignored.

Asked me to forge her signature on the attendance sheet for today's astronomy lecture.

No way am I going to help her anymore.

I'm going to let her die a horrible death.

Friday, March 05, 2004

This is getting crazy.

The currency exchange has almost hit 1 GBP to 3.20 SGD a few days ago.

It was 1 GBP to SGD 2.80 when I first came here.

Feels as if 20% of my money has disappeared into thin air.

A bad week.

Thursday, March 04, 2004


I deliberately added her to my invisible list on ICQ. (I shouldn't have given her in the 1st place.)

I deliberately missed her call this morning.

I deliberately ignored her text at 515 am (of course I wasn't awake then)!?

When I met her in school, I deliberately told her I woke up late and that's why I didn't pick up her call or respond to her text.

I cursed her.

I wished she would fail the statistics exam today.

I prayed to God to let her fail this paper.

Not only this paper. But every other paper. In short, I hope she fails her 1st year.

I don't want to see her forever. May she gets expelled from university.

She absolutely deserves it.

*Am I mean? I don't think so.*

I've never seen such a lazy and useless person in my life.

Skipped most (if not all) her lessons and asking me for help just a few hours before the exam?

Obviously this isn't the first time. I have a limit to my patience and tolerance.

And not that we haven't tried to talk some sense into her.

I'm kind. And I'll offer help. But not to such a person.

Anyway, I am not a tool that is at her (or your or anybody's) disposal.

Don't step on my tail.

I haven't gotten angry for years. Think my almost dormant volcano (since sec 4?) is going to erupt soon, once again.

It's really scary to see me in anger, I warned you first.

Just don't step on my tail.

Don't even think of trying so.

Wednesday, March 03, 2004



I just received Connie's email regarding my summer internship placement.

I was so glad that I'm not posted to Shin Min this time round. Obviously Shin Min wasn't even one of my three choices.

That means no more Tan Lye Chwee this summer.

And hopefully I won't see him for the next 10 years.

Any supervisor will be better than him in any way, I think.

Tuesday, March 02, 2004


Luciano told us just now out of nowhere that he's flying back home tomorrow.

I was envious. Especially school has just started last week and it is STILL school term.

When I heard his explanation, I was even more envious.

The reason he gave was Italy had 2 metres of snow now.

His father said Italy never had that much snow before.

And so he's flying back to Italy tomorrow to see the snow.

How I wish I can fly home to see the sun.

Well I shouldn't be complaining since its only 4 weeks to my easter trip.

Time to sleep.

Monday, March 01, 2004


It was cold for the WHOLE of last WEEK.

Its zero degrees now. ZERO!

Supposed to be SPRING now and it's still cold.

Even coldER than winter.

So I stayed in my room to do work almost all day.

The weather really isn't normal.