And here it is!

http://theopulence.wordpress.com/

Love!

I’ve shifted.

I mentioned earlier that life after exams has been very very good and pretty much a heavenly indulgence.

You know the things that some people do, or at least the friends around me always do. Like you are not supposed to say things like “my/your complexion is getting better” or “my/your cramps are not so severe now”. Of which saying the like will send everyone in proximity on frantic knockings on any wood-looking material (or when none of these exists, knock the skull of the nearest woodblock-looking person).

As I type this, I am reminded of two persons.

#1: Meiqi – whom we all know practise this diligently. Heh.

#2: Maomao – who accused Zhen and I of praising her complexion the last time they stayed over at my place, urps.

Ok. The point is, swiftly after I declared my life a bliss, it fell into an abyss. Think: a circus clown juggling ten balls with only one pair of hands. Ack.

It started with promising dear Maomao that Collin and I will work for this 7 days trade workshop organised by Com*mon*wea*lth Sec*ret*ari*at. After all, Collin was literally bumming (after his rather hilarious internship application, erhem) and most importantly, the pay was a freaking 12 dollars per hour. Where the hell do you find a rate like that? (Thank you, Maomao! Muaksss)

The job was simple, to take minutes throughout the entire workshop which consists of many presentations packed back to back. I learnt, do not underestimate the job of a secretary. Damn lar, try having to pay full attention from 9am to 6pm. I don’t even do that in school.

Add to the equation, three preorders and one new series at LRH. I literally find myself sprawled across my bed at the end of every day.

But there are certain aspects of the job that was fatabulous. Money is one. The yummilicious food (one lunch break and two tea breaks to be exact) is another. My personal favourite was to be able to play dress up. Wahahaha. Call me a bimbo but I actually enjoy dressing office, albeit more fancifully. I was amazed to be able to pull out a week long of semi-formal clothes from my very office-wear lacking wardrobe. Last but not least, and unmeasureable in any sense, was the knowledge gained in the workshop.

I recall during the semester that Sam and I was talking about including certain country case studies into our report, to which he boldly declared that Africa is not a continent, i.e. he meant more like Africa is insignificant to our topic. If anything, the workshop gave me some firsthand insights into these developing countries, and it’s true, they have concerns that are quite different from us. I was feeling quite proud to be Singaporean at certain junctures, minus the times when some speakers get over-propagandist about our system, urg. The latter was quite a pain really.

When countries develop, the rich gets richer and the poor gets children.

Our thank-god-it’s-over break came in the form of three cute chipmunks called Alvin, Simon and Theodore! Ahhhhhhh, super duper cute. No spoilers here! You guys got to catch it! It’s simply loveeeee.

My favourite, Theodore!

Collin and Mr. Handsome, heh.

Watch it!!

If you don’t already know, catch it at Cathay Cineplex, pay using NETS and it’s only $6 per ticket from Monday to Thursday! Cool shit! Cathay has to be my favourite cineplex to date. First Visa 12% discount, now this, what’s next?

ephemeral existence

Will you kill me if I change my blog address again?

 Heh. Lalalalalalalalala.

The light at the end of the tunnel.

I am seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.

Last week has been madness with 2 project deadlines back to back. One of which we struggle to complete, i.e. NM4101. The other stresses the hell out of me with the external VC (venture capitalist) presentation, i.e. TR3002.

My 48 hours of almost-no-sleep extended to 72 and I was reduced to a walking zombie at the end of Saturday; ONLY to be cheated by Joe to hop down Brewerkz that very night because Geo “has something BIGGGG to announce” which she obviously has none. Idiot. But a very much appreciated effort ’cause I am really glad I met you guys, my fool proof sanity.   

So yepppp!!

I am glad to declare, I survived. In fact, I more than survived. Efforts seem to pay off this semester. I can proudly say till date, I’ve worked my ass off. Settling for mediocrity seems convenient since “everyone is like that in Arts”.  No more.

Other than the pleasant surprise from NM4101 CA group (good job ladiesss!) and putting it in Collin’s words, I got “head-hunted” to do graphic works for two of the VCs after seeing the presentation slides. Heh. Allow me to fan my ego a little. I do take a lot of pride in doing my slides ok?

Presentation slides was good. PRESENTATION WAS GREAT. Our coordinated dressing was excellent. The team was stunning. That’s how TR3002 is wrapped up.

Everything aside, this semester has been madness but I think I’ll never regret this extra year ’cause I’ve proven to myself what I can do if I put myself to it.

Thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone, anything who made this possible.

Morphing into superwoman

Goodness gracious me!

How do you do three things at once?

I want Sunday to comeeeee, like now.

Random hugs

Random hugs going to random people:

hugs to Yiyi

and

hugs to Ruth

I am sorry there seems like nothing I can do to make things better.

I keep you guys in my heart every single day;
I am only a call away if you ever need me.

misunderstood.

I am caught in a situation where no one wins.

I am doing things I don’t want to do.

This totally sucks.

But the damage is done.

I hope they understand.

Truthfully, there isn’t an ounce of suspicion for the some of them.

But because you can never be sure, you can only act based on necessity.

Should I be angry? Because all I feel, is sadness and misunderstood.

It was utopian. It was naive.

I am losing faith in goodwill.

I swear, financial loss means nothing when placed next to the loss of faith in something I take for granted exist.

Yes, I am terribly upset.

Today I concur with something that you would never ever hear me agree before – perhaps it doesn’t pay to be nice, perhaps it doesn’t pay to be trusting.

When you thought you’re nice to people, they will appreciate it albeit silently.

When people you thought you can trust break that trust, it breaks your heart.

I think people are scary.

It’s not everyday you capture shots like these.

Warning: The following may be disturbing, or even nauseating, to those who are averse to geckos. View the pictures at your own risk.

i love my darling pebs.