well, again with the ever changing nature of life... this blog has seemed utterly outdated and detached from my current state of life. It is with great expectancy that I will update and revamp this blog, when I'm free that is.
currently as a trainee teacher in NIE, there are many anecdotes which I learn from my experienced lecturers everyday. If I don't record them down, they will simply be another old and faded memory vanishing down the path of memory when time files.
so, I look forward to a new blog, template and all very soon.
Happy thursday to all. =]
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
couch potato and trashy novels
gosh this blog is going to the ruins. i've actually neglected it for an entire month without me even realising it. so while i'm on the computer before time flies into the twilight zone, i had better refresh this blog before it really gets dusty and outdated.
roenin's going on great as a design house, and i've gotta rack my creative brains on how to increase the sales further. so in order to immerse myself further into the entrepreneurial track of mind, i dropped by the national library and picked up a few magazines on creativity and the 'entrepreneur' which contains nuggets of information to aid the small business owners. good, i like the sound of that.
so when i was gonna get out of the library to meet my chuppie and sol for dinner, i happened to glance at the section of returned books. being the trashy novel book whore, my heart leaped for joy when i saw the characteristic classic feminine portraits of chinese women on the front cover for chinese romance novels. without much hesitation, i swooped down on the returned books before any other aunties could prey on them. (you know these books are hot property in libraries, especially in large human traffic flows as the national library) i selected 1 out of the 3 (see, i managed to exercise some self-discipline not to borrow all 3) and happily headed to the self-loan counter.
in the end after dinner, i couldn't stop reading the novel (as usual, i would put aside everything else just to finish the book that i'm reading. i cannot stand it that i have to live the next few minutes of my life not knowing the developments and then the ending of the story. i'm a natural story book page turner, unless the story is really that bad. or that it really freaks me out.) and i decided to head to macdonalds to finish the book. well the haze's kinda bad, and i could do with some aircon and green tea.
i had no idea why, the young macdonalds male counter staff was slightly stunned to see me. i had to repeat my order thrice before he got it that i wanted a medium green tea. i mean... is it THAT hard to understand these 3 words??
besides that side note, i finished the chinese novel of 204 pages within 2 hours. haha. my reading speed is kinda astonishing, a skill that i polished while being in NUS and endless stacks of notes and readings. actually, while on the bus i had thoughts of either hitting the gym or going swimming.
but the haze gave me an excuse not to. and the thought of having to queue for machines at the gym really put me off. so i decided to be a nice couch potato at macdonalds and finish my trashy chinese novel.
hmmm. i liked it! its nice and funny and i burst out laughing a few times while i was sitting at macdonalds. kinda embarrassing.
well i just hope i will get down to reading the serious stuff on the magazines soon enough.
till then. tataz.
currently hooked on:
(computer game) o2jam
(music) ludacris ft. pharrell - moneymaker
danity kane - showstopper
roenin's going on great as a design house, and i've gotta rack my creative brains on how to increase the sales further. so in order to immerse myself further into the entrepreneurial track of mind, i dropped by the national library and picked up a few magazines on creativity and the 'entrepreneur' which contains nuggets of information to aid the small business owners. good, i like the sound of that.
so when i was gonna get out of the library to meet my chuppie and sol for dinner, i happened to glance at the section of returned books. being the trashy novel book whore, my heart leaped for joy when i saw the characteristic classic feminine portraits of chinese women on the front cover for chinese romance novels. without much hesitation, i swooped down on the returned books before any other aunties could prey on them. (you know these books are hot property in libraries, especially in large human traffic flows as the national library) i selected 1 out of the 3 (see, i managed to exercise some self-discipline not to borrow all 3) and happily headed to the self-loan counter.
in the end after dinner, i couldn't stop reading the novel (as usual, i would put aside everything else just to finish the book that i'm reading. i cannot stand it that i have to live the next few minutes of my life not knowing the developments and then the ending of the story. i'm a natural story book page turner, unless the story is really that bad. or that it really freaks me out.) and i decided to head to macdonalds to finish the book. well the haze's kinda bad, and i could do with some aircon and green tea.
i had no idea why, the young macdonalds male counter staff was slightly stunned to see me. i had to repeat my order thrice before he got it that i wanted a medium green tea. i mean... is it THAT hard to understand these 3 words??
besides that side note, i finished the chinese novel of 204 pages within 2 hours. haha. my reading speed is kinda astonishing, a skill that i polished while being in NUS and endless stacks of notes and readings. actually, while on the bus i had thoughts of either hitting the gym or going swimming.
but the haze gave me an excuse not to. and the thought of having to queue for machines at the gym really put me off. so i decided to be a nice couch potato at macdonalds and finish my trashy chinese novel.
hmmm. i liked it! its nice and funny and i burst out laughing a few times while i was sitting at macdonalds. kinda embarrassing.
well i just hope i will get down to reading the serious stuff on the magazines soon enough.
till then. tataz.
currently hooked on:
(computer game) o2jam
(music) ludacris ft. pharrell - moneymaker
danity kane - showstopper
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Bedtime Stories
There was one starry and breezy night not too far ago.
And a lonely princess who could not get to sleep.
So she called her prince chuppie on the phone.
And he told her some of his best fabricated stories of all time.
Bedtime story #1
Once upon a time, there lived a rabbit called Rar-Rar (pronounced as rare-rare). It was a very friendly and lively rabbit. Rar-Rar also had a good friend, who was also a rabbit called Bit-Bit. They were very good friends. (Princess went 'awwww'.)
Rar-Rar was a female rabbit and Bit-Bit was a male rabbit. However, they were both gay. (Princess went 'what!')
So Rar-Rar had a lot of female lesbian rabbit friends and spent a lot of time playing with them. However, for Bit-Bit it was not so. (the soft-hearted princess went 'awww' again.)
For poor Bit-Bit he did not have a lot of male gay rabbit friends. So what he did was to look at dummy male gay rabbits to spend his time. (At this point, the disgusted princess went 'eeeeeeewwwww, he watches male gay rabbit porn!!!' and both the prince and princess laughed so hard their rolled around in their beds. The bedtime story thus abruptly came to an end.)
Bedtime story #2
Once upon a time, there lived an orange. The orange was very sweet. (the princess went 'awwwwww' once again.)
I know it was sweet because I ate it.
The end.
The prince and the princess bellowed and laughed so hard that their royal tummies ached. The phone call had somehow defeated its purpose because it made the princess more awake than ever. But the night's rhythm was transformed magically into a sweet and endearing silent melody that serenaded both the prince and the princess. After a few more laughing bouts about the sweet orange, they both ended the phone call and fell soundly and peacefully into sleep.
The end.
And a lonely princess who could not get to sleep.
So she called her prince chuppie on the phone.
And he told her some of his best fabricated stories of all time.
Bedtime story #1
Once upon a time, there lived a rabbit called Rar-Rar (pronounced as rare-rare). It was a very friendly and lively rabbit. Rar-Rar also had a good friend, who was also a rabbit called Bit-Bit. They were very good friends. (Princess went 'awwww'.)
Rar-Rar was a female rabbit and Bit-Bit was a male rabbit. However, they were both gay. (Princess went 'what!')
So Rar-Rar had a lot of female lesbian rabbit friends and spent a lot of time playing with them. However, for Bit-Bit it was not so. (the soft-hearted princess went 'awww' again.)
For poor Bit-Bit he did not have a lot of male gay rabbit friends. So what he did was to look at dummy male gay rabbits to spend his time. (At this point, the disgusted princess went 'eeeeeeewwwww, he watches male gay rabbit porn!!!' and both the prince and princess laughed so hard their rolled around in their beds. The bedtime story thus abruptly came to an end.)
Bedtime story #2
Once upon a time, there lived an orange. The orange was very sweet. (the princess went 'awwwwww' once again.)
I know it was sweet because I ate it.
The end.
The prince and the princess bellowed and laughed so hard that their royal tummies ached. The phone call had somehow defeated its purpose because it made the princess more awake than ever. But the night's rhythm was transformed magically into a sweet and endearing silent melody that serenaded both the prince and the princess. After a few more laughing bouts about the sweet orange, they both ended the phone call and fell soundly and peacefully into sleep.
The end.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
High-Tech Busking
Another brand new day to be spent on fixing up ikea furniture in the office. It's fun really, you get the feeling of how it would be like to be a carpenter. Which is of course a rarity in modern-day Singapore when its mostly desk jobs and regular run-of-the-mill admin, clerical and other professional occupations.
Blogging again on my trusty dell laptop on the bus back to chuppie's place, cos tomorrow is gonna be spent in pretty much the same way as today. Well, my dell's not really THAT trusty. Yesterday this gadget gave me the scare of my life when I could not turn it on with the AC power adapter. But it could function with the battery, so I was more relieved, knowing that the problem probably wasn't with the laptop component. Smart deduction there after some tinkering - it was the AC adapter itself that was faulty. Dell has pretty efficient service, after calling in the afternoon, they delivered a brand new adaptor the following afternoon (cause I am still on the 1-to-1 parts warranty) to swap for my faulty one.
What was interesting was something that happened in the morning when chuppie and I were on our way to office. In the distance, we heard the sounds of harmonica and my first guess was that there was a busker nearby. True enough, I saw the back of a wheelchair and a grey-haired elderly man, though there was something odd about the occupant that I couldn't really tell.
As we drew closer to the busker, I realized what that was making me puzzled. The frail elderly man was actually asleep with his head on his right fist that leaned on the sides of the wheelchair! So, the mystery was... where are the sounds of the harmonica coming from then?
That explains the title of my blog - high-tech busking. There was actually a music player that was playing the harmonica music in front of the uncle that was wrapped out of sight with some newspaper! Amazing isn't it. I couldn't help but feel a little cheated of my empathy towards that elderly. They too have embraced technology in some ways. Lol.
On our way to the bus stop, we stopped by this provision store, so I suggested to chuppie to get some drinks to get us through the night later. But when we stepped in... hey wait a minute this looks no ordinary provision store. The bulk of items that were placed on the shelves were liquor and beer, like tons of them, including red wine as well. We were of course in no mood for those though the prices were really good (40 bucks for a bottle of the famous grouse??) so we settled on a bottle of mug root beer. You know what, bad choice. 5 minutes later, chuppie was thirsty and decided to have a sip of it and it tasted totally gasless. Just the sweetening stuff and the colouring, and root beer never tasted so bad. So if you see a dingy and odd-looking provision store selling not so ordinary provision store items, I'd advice you not to get anything, you might not know when the items expire!
We're on the bus 81 and going to reach home in a jiffy. But loadsa surprises on the way, my wi-fi keeps on picking up linksys signals (or wireless internet routers along the way) and got as far as to open up my gmail page. That's really not bad for a bus that's on the move, these signals are pretty strong for me to load some webpages eh? Hee hee, its fun to get connected even when you are on the move - for free!
Gonna reach home soon, the bus is just making a few bends around pasir ris. Tata and have a good day ahead. : )
Blogging again on my trusty dell laptop on the bus back to chuppie's place, cos tomorrow is gonna be spent in pretty much the same way as today. Well, my dell's not really THAT trusty. Yesterday this gadget gave me the scare of my life when I could not turn it on with the AC power adapter. But it could function with the battery, so I was more relieved, knowing that the problem probably wasn't with the laptop component. Smart deduction there after some tinkering - it was the AC adapter itself that was faulty. Dell has pretty efficient service, after calling in the afternoon, they delivered a brand new adaptor the following afternoon (cause I am still on the 1-to-1 parts warranty) to swap for my faulty one.
What was interesting was something that happened in the morning when chuppie and I were on our way to office. In the distance, we heard the sounds of harmonica and my first guess was that there was a busker nearby. True enough, I saw the back of a wheelchair and a grey-haired elderly man, though there was something odd about the occupant that I couldn't really tell.
As we drew closer to the busker, I realized what that was making me puzzled. The frail elderly man was actually asleep with his head on his right fist that leaned on the sides of the wheelchair! So, the mystery was... where are the sounds of the harmonica coming from then?
That explains the title of my blog - high-tech busking. There was actually a music player that was playing the harmonica music in front of the uncle that was wrapped out of sight with some newspaper! Amazing isn't it. I couldn't help but feel a little cheated of my empathy towards that elderly. They too have embraced technology in some ways. Lol.
On our way to the bus stop, we stopped by this provision store, so I suggested to chuppie to get some drinks to get us through the night later. But when we stepped in... hey wait a minute this looks no ordinary provision store. The bulk of items that were placed on the shelves were liquor and beer, like tons of them, including red wine as well. We were of course in no mood for those though the prices were really good (40 bucks for a bottle of the famous grouse??) so we settled on a bottle of mug root beer. You know what, bad choice. 5 minutes later, chuppie was thirsty and decided to have a sip of it and it tasted totally gasless. Just the sweetening stuff and the colouring, and root beer never tasted so bad. So if you see a dingy and odd-looking provision store selling not so ordinary provision store items, I'd advice you not to get anything, you might not know when the items expire!
We're on the bus 81 and going to reach home in a jiffy. But loadsa surprises on the way, my wi-fi keeps on picking up linksys signals (or wireless internet routers along the way) and got as far as to open up my gmail page. That's really not bad for a bus that's on the move, these signals are pretty strong for me to load some webpages eh? Hee hee, its fun to get connected even when you are on the move - for free!
Gonna reach home soon, the bus is just making a few bends around pasir ris. Tata and have a good day ahead. : )
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Battle of the Jerseys
Sunday. Not exactly a very sunny day cos the sky is overcast with dark clouds that look like its going to bring forth huge downpours of rain droplets. which it eventually did anyway.
Anyway, the weather's not important. What is happening in the evening later is important, which is the BIG match between arsenal and man u. Moreover, this afternoon was a family gathering for my cousin's baby boy 1 month anniversary. So chuppie and i took the chance to appear in matching clothes - our purple O2 arsenal jersey.
Guess what. I reached first and saw to my utmost dismay, a white jersey with the huge black letters in front of it 'AIG' - yes, a man u jersey wearing fan who was the friend of my cousin. Then when my chuppie arrived about 15-20 min later, he spotted another friend of that man u guy going up to him and said, 'ah, you lose already lah, now there are 2 arsenal fans to 1 man u fan.'
Then on the way to chuppie and my usual haunt at coffee bean at suntec, we spotted another man u fan as shown by his jersey. I mean... immediately his attention was turned to the both of us and he was like staring at us when we walked past him.
my goshhhh. its really the battle of the jerseys. the secondary school skills of staring and glaring at people have been unleashed again. haha.
to all chelsea, man u, liverpool and arsenal fans waiting for their fateful matches later... well, let me say this... may the best team win.
just not silly red cards.
silly linesman who rule glaring offside mistakes.
silly ball boys who kick the ball into the net.
silly penalties given for oscar-winning dives.
sportsmanship boys. let's play well like the arsenal spirit. :)
Anyway, the weather's not important. What is happening in the evening later is important, which is the BIG match between arsenal and man u. Moreover, this afternoon was a family gathering for my cousin's baby boy 1 month anniversary. So chuppie and i took the chance to appear in matching clothes - our purple O2 arsenal jersey.
Guess what. I reached first and saw to my utmost dismay, a white jersey with the huge black letters in front of it 'AIG' - yes, a man u jersey wearing fan who was the friend of my cousin. Then when my chuppie arrived about 15-20 min later, he spotted another friend of that man u guy going up to him and said, 'ah, you lose already lah, now there are 2 arsenal fans to 1 man u fan.'
Then on the way to chuppie and my usual haunt at coffee bean at suntec, we spotted another man u fan as shown by his jersey. I mean... immediately his attention was turned to the both of us and he was like staring at us when we walked past him.
my goshhhh. its really the battle of the jerseys. the secondary school skills of staring and glaring at people have been unleashed again. haha.
to all chelsea, man u, liverpool and arsenal fans waiting for their fateful matches later... well, let me say this... may the best team win.
just not silly red cards.
silly linesman who rule glaring offside mistakes.
silly ball boys who kick the ball into the net.
silly penalties given for oscar-winning dives.
sportsmanship boys. let's play well like the arsenal spirit. :)
Saturday, September 16, 2006
Attitude Agent, Delicious Dinner and Barricade Bus
So I just had a good dinner with chuppie, his friend hansiong and his girlfriend michelle at this place called bedok block 85. The chicken wings are sweet and done nicely for $1 per piece, so it’s a pretty good deal. My main course was fried hokkein prawn noodles for $3 and the serving was huge as considered to my appetite and stomach capacity for food. Next up was satay that hansiong ordered for the table, and it was different from the usual type of satay that we usually have. These sticks of chicken and mutton were surprisingly tender and chewy with the fragrant taste of the meat locked within it. It was 50 cents per stick and of course the group of us reminisced about the good ‘ole days when it was 30 cents per stick. Dessert was cheng teng at $1.50 cos of an added 50 cents of ‘tadpole’ IQ balls, you know the chewy colorful/transparent balls that are always around for dessert stores.
I’m on the way home now, blogging on my laptop and feeling good about it. Like what I always told my chuppie, I feel stupid after hoarding the incredible-3kg-but-feels-like-10kg laptop around the entire day without using it at all. Finally I get the chance to experience the freedom of having mobility with technology. Well, our generation is so often linked to technology, and I feel that I’m slowly getting zapped to being addicted to technology, entertainment and other things that technology offers.
Before I get caught up in my technological utopia, there was this scene that was awfully nauseating on the bus 14 that I am on now. It had rained prior to dinner, so I wasn’t exactly unprepared to see the bus floor wet. As I had the mind to blog on the bus, my ideal bus journey was to find a comfortable upper deck seat, drag my knees and prop it up on the seat in front of me and start blogging away. As I made my way up, I was puzzled. The upper deck’s floor was incredibly wet. Nope, not that kind of wetness that is drying up, nor the superficial wetness that you see from a bus that has just been cleaned. It was that kind of soaking wetness, puddles of wetness. I was still puzzled and so I just picked a seat and sat down.
To my utter horror and amazement, when the bus accelerated away from the bus stop, I heard a swooshing sound and saw this entire line of water being pulled by the movement of the bus toward the front and made a very unwelcome splash sound at the front of the bus. It reminded of the sound of waves, but believe me, my dinner wanted to leave its safe resting place of the stomach and wanted to make a reverse in my alimentary canal. As I considered my options (to go downstairs and check the condition there/just exit this one and take the next bus 14), the bus came to a stop at the next traffic stop and that same stream of water swooshed unceremoniously to the back of the bus. Seriously, if I stayed another minute, the glorious food that I described earlier would really be out.
So I made my way downstairs and the floor was mercifully dry without any hint of leakage of the downpour earlier. Propped myself comfortably on the last row and went typing away. Its kinda hilarious to see passengers taking the stairs to the upper deck only to walk down again in a few minutes with a distasteful facial expression.
This weekend is packed to ze brim! I mean seriously, sat morning I’m going to jurong point sportslink to shop for teva slippers (saw the advertisement on today that said the slippers were going for a whooping $14 only!!), afternoon is karaoke time for family who are celebrating my korkor’s bdae and then dinner at this nice hong kong diner restaurant at novena. At night, there is the very pretty and charming weiling who’s having her bdae party with a poolside theme. Sunday afternoon is dedicated to my cousin’s first baby boy who is having his 1st month celebration, and evening is karaoke time again with ken and sueann! Hee hee hee. So much singing, so much chances of losing my voice. Well I hope not.
Today is also officially the first day of moving into my new office at lowlands road that is opposite heartland mall. Most of the stuff that I saw was fine, albeit the older furnishings and slight cracks here and there. But what was totally lacking was the hostile and unfriendly attitude of the agent from far east organization. As an agent, you have to be approachable and friendly, because we are your clients (I mean we are already past the period of being potential clients!) and it is your job to make us feel happy when we select a certain space that we want to move into.
No. She was totally and utterly terrible. In my opinion, she has failed the primary criterion of being a real estate agent, because of her arrogant attitude. It was the first time that she seen me, and she did not even attempt to shake my hand and introduce herself even when she knew that I was going to be one of the tenants of that place. Bah. And some terms and conditions that we agreed on were muddled and sullied in useless verbal agreements and made void in terms of paperwork. What absolute nonsense. I wonder why we even pay her agent fee when she promised so much and delivered so little. If she messes up anymore, I shall unleash my NUS education and pen letters to every newpaper in Singapore to complain about her. I’m serious! I’m so angry about her silly attitude. No professionalism whatsoever. I look down on people like her that give their occupations a bad name.
From bedok I’ve been blogging and now I’m at YMCA. Thankfully for this dell laptop I have something to do for almost half of my bus journey. Hooray.
Have a good day ahead.
Currently hooked on:
(Gadgets) My Dell Inspiron 6400 with its super duper upgrades
(Magazine) Shape
(Music) Cassie - Me & U
I’m on the way home now, blogging on my laptop and feeling good about it. Like what I always told my chuppie, I feel stupid after hoarding the incredible-3kg-but-feels-like-10kg laptop around the entire day without using it at all. Finally I get the chance to experience the freedom of having mobility with technology. Well, our generation is so often linked to technology, and I feel that I’m slowly getting zapped to being addicted to technology, entertainment and other things that technology offers.
Before I get caught up in my technological utopia, there was this scene that was awfully nauseating on the bus 14 that I am on now. It had rained prior to dinner, so I wasn’t exactly unprepared to see the bus floor wet. As I had the mind to blog on the bus, my ideal bus journey was to find a comfortable upper deck seat, drag my knees and prop it up on the seat in front of me and start blogging away. As I made my way up, I was puzzled. The upper deck’s floor was incredibly wet. Nope, not that kind of wetness that is drying up, nor the superficial wetness that you see from a bus that has just been cleaned. It was that kind of soaking wetness, puddles of wetness. I was still puzzled and so I just picked a seat and sat down.
To my utter horror and amazement, when the bus accelerated away from the bus stop, I heard a swooshing sound and saw this entire line of water being pulled by the movement of the bus toward the front and made a very unwelcome splash sound at the front of the bus. It reminded of the sound of waves, but believe me, my dinner wanted to leave its safe resting place of the stomach and wanted to make a reverse in my alimentary canal. As I considered my options (to go downstairs and check the condition there/just exit this one and take the next bus 14), the bus came to a stop at the next traffic stop and that same stream of water swooshed unceremoniously to the back of the bus. Seriously, if I stayed another minute, the glorious food that I described earlier would really be out.
So I made my way downstairs and the floor was mercifully dry without any hint of leakage of the downpour earlier. Propped myself comfortably on the last row and went typing away. Its kinda hilarious to see passengers taking the stairs to the upper deck only to walk down again in a few minutes with a distasteful facial expression.
This weekend is packed to ze brim! I mean seriously, sat morning I’m going to jurong point sportslink to shop for teva slippers (saw the advertisement on today that said the slippers were going for a whooping $14 only!!), afternoon is karaoke time for family who are celebrating my korkor’s bdae and then dinner at this nice hong kong diner restaurant at novena. At night, there is the very pretty and charming weiling who’s having her bdae party with a poolside theme. Sunday afternoon is dedicated to my cousin’s first baby boy who is having his 1st month celebration, and evening is karaoke time again with ken and sueann! Hee hee hee. So much singing, so much chances of losing my voice. Well I hope not.
Today is also officially the first day of moving into my new office at lowlands road that is opposite heartland mall. Most of the stuff that I saw was fine, albeit the older furnishings and slight cracks here and there. But what was totally lacking was the hostile and unfriendly attitude of the agent from far east organization. As an agent, you have to be approachable and friendly, because we are your clients (I mean we are already past the period of being potential clients!) and it is your job to make us feel happy when we select a certain space that we want to move into.
No. She was totally and utterly terrible. In my opinion, she has failed the primary criterion of being a real estate agent, because of her arrogant attitude. It was the first time that she seen me, and she did not even attempt to shake my hand and introduce herself even when she knew that I was going to be one of the tenants of that place. Bah. And some terms and conditions that we agreed on were muddled and sullied in useless verbal agreements and made void in terms of paperwork. What absolute nonsense. I wonder why we even pay her agent fee when she promised so much and delivered so little. If she messes up anymore, I shall unleash my NUS education and pen letters to every newpaper in Singapore to complain about her. I’m serious! I’m so angry about her silly attitude. No professionalism whatsoever. I look down on people like her that give their occupations a bad name.
From bedok I’ve been blogging and now I’m at YMCA. Thankfully for this dell laptop I have something to do for almost half of my bus journey. Hooray.
Have a good day ahead.
Currently hooked on:
(Gadgets) My Dell Inspiron 6400 with its super duper upgrades
(Magazine) Shape
(Music) Cassie - Me & U
Sunday, September 10, 2006
why it's good to wear your arsenal jersey out
so today i had an event for starhub/nokia to promote the mobile espn and barclays epl programmes for 3G handphones. however, i was not briefed prior to the event, so i had absolutely no idea what would be happening during the event.
since there's gonna be the arsenal match against boro later in the evening, i thought of dorning my happy purple arsenal last season jersey and shorts to turn up at marriot hotel for the event. surprise of all surprises... they bought soccer jerseys for us, the talents, to wear and they bought boy sizes of teams arsenal, liverpool and man u. one of the ladies even remarked,
"wow she wore her own jersey here!"
yeah, seriously i didn't know i was gonna wear the jersey. but it made me a very happy girl for a few hours cos i got to wear the latest season's 'fly emirates' jersey. hee hee.
let you in on a little secret. i think the starhub/nokia marketing department has a lot of arsenal fans. you see...
a huge poster of nokia n73 shows theo walcott in his fly emirates arsenal jersey
other smaller posters show king henry in his O2 purple arsenal jersey
and another smaller poster shows adebayor in his O2 purple arsenal jersey.
wow. no other team has greater amount representation than arsenal! hooray!!!
but as i mentioned above, i was only a happy girl for a few hours... cos they made me return the jersey to them so that they could 'recycle' it for the next event. pout. upset.
but i had a nice photo with theo walcott in the fly emirates jersey. so it kinda buffers the sad emotions a little.
so then the event is over and i meet my chuppie at suntec to take full advantage of the free wireless broadband and happily chose a nice cosy spot at coffee bean. its my turn to get the drink so i decide on a personal favourite - berry'd dream.
as i approach the counter i order a regular sized one instead of the small sized one, since chuppie is sharing the drink with me. the cashier and the staff joked around with me.
"eh, she's arsenal fan lah." one of the staff nudged the cashier's shoulder.
...
"yah, i tell you ah, arsenal is not going to win the epl this year." the cashier said with a smart-ass facial expression.
"oh its okay, we will win the champions league." i retorted without a moment's hesitation while beaming at him confidently.
when my drink is done, he passed it to me and said.
"anyway, don't worry we will win spurs tonight."
"haha, good, remember to give them a good thrashing."
its really funny how interactions between total strangers don't seem so odd anymore when you are wearing your arsenal jersey. the prowess of the arsenal jersey that bonds people together, whether or not they are even arsenal fans. soccer is really an incredible sport ain't it.
if you dorn your man u or chelsea jersey and walk pass me, don't be surprised if i start to vomit/spit/cough. yeah, its my normal, unconscious and immediate reaction, kinda like a knee-jerk reaction.
in case you were wondering why the event peeps didn't buy the top 3 teams of the epl league - chelsea, man u and liverpool, think again of their sponsors. especially chelsea... the missing team.
its 'SAMSUNG'... and it was a nokia event so it didn't seem appropriate to get it! hahahahaha, seriously how lucky of me. i would have chose a slow painful death than wear any of the other 3 team's jerseys.
so tonight we drew with boro. tough luck there... we pummeted the goalpost to no avail while they got in a lucky break. for me, yeah i'm upset but i'm glad because many of the players have so much potential.
look at baptisa... he runs like incredible hulk being unleashed.
look at walcott... his speed leaves the defenders tackling thin air.
look at rosicky... his shots are deadly and have a life of their own to swerve away from the keeper.
look at gallas... he has gallant defending capabilities that are released now that he's with chelsea no more.
so there you have it. they're like metal pieces that are slowly being forged together. they are all strong on their own, but when they find that synergy to work together as a team, that is when the forging is done and a super duper team of alloy would emerge.
looking forward to that day :)
but for this time lapse, i would be proudly dorning my purple O2 arsenal jersey. :D
since there's gonna be the arsenal match against boro later in the evening, i thought of dorning my happy purple arsenal last season jersey and shorts to turn up at marriot hotel for the event. surprise of all surprises... they bought soccer jerseys for us, the talents, to wear and they bought boy sizes of teams arsenal, liverpool and man u. one of the ladies even remarked,
"wow she wore her own jersey here!"
yeah, seriously i didn't know i was gonna wear the jersey. but it made me a very happy girl for a few hours cos i got to wear the latest season's 'fly emirates' jersey. hee hee.
let you in on a little secret. i think the starhub/nokia marketing department has a lot of arsenal fans. you see...
a huge poster of nokia n73 shows theo walcott in his fly emirates arsenal jersey
other smaller posters show king henry in his O2 purple arsenal jersey
and another smaller poster shows adebayor in his O2 purple arsenal jersey.
wow. no other team has greater amount representation than arsenal! hooray!!!
but as i mentioned above, i was only a happy girl for a few hours... cos they made me return the jersey to them so that they could 'recycle' it for the next event. pout. upset.
but i had a nice photo with theo walcott in the fly emirates jersey. so it kinda buffers the sad emotions a little.
so then the event is over and i meet my chuppie at suntec to take full advantage of the free wireless broadband and happily chose a nice cosy spot at coffee bean. its my turn to get the drink so i decide on a personal favourite - berry'd dream.
as i approach the counter i order a regular sized one instead of the small sized one, since chuppie is sharing the drink with me. the cashier and the staff joked around with me.
"eh, she's arsenal fan lah." one of the staff nudged the cashier's shoulder.
...
"yah, i tell you ah, arsenal is not going to win the epl this year." the cashier said with a smart-ass facial expression.
"oh its okay, we will win the champions league." i retorted without a moment's hesitation while beaming at him confidently.
when my drink is done, he passed it to me and said.
"anyway, don't worry we will win spurs tonight."
"haha, good, remember to give them a good thrashing."
its really funny how interactions between total strangers don't seem so odd anymore when you are wearing your arsenal jersey. the prowess of the arsenal jersey that bonds people together, whether or not they are even arsenal fans. soccer is really an incredible sport ain't it.
if you dorn your man u or chelsea jersey and walk pass me, don't be surprised if i start to vomit/spit/cough. yeah, its my normal, unconscious and immediate reaction, kinda like a knee-jerk reaction.
in case you were wondering why the event peeps didn't buy the top 3 teams of the epl league - chelsea, man u and liverpool, think again of their sponsors. especially chelsea... the missing team.
its 'SAMSUNG'... and it was a nokia event so it didn't seem appropriate to get it! hahahahaha, seriously how lucky of me. i would have chose a slow painful death than wear any of the other 3 team's jerseys.
so tonight we drew with boro. tough luck there... we pummeted the goalpost to no avail while they got in a lucky break. for me, yeah i'm upset but i'm glad because many of the players have so much potential.
look at baptisa... he runs like incredible hulk being unleashed.
look at walcott... his speed leaves the defenders tackling thin air.
look at rosicky... his shots are deadly and have a life of their own to swerve away from the keeper.
look at gallas... he has gallant defending capabilities that are released now that he's with chelsea no more.
so there you have it. they're like metal pieces that are slowly being forged together. they are all strong on their own, but when they find that synergy to work together as a team, that is when the forging is done and a super duper team of alloy would emerge.
looking forward to that day :)
but for this time lapse, i would be proudly dorning my purple O2 arsenal jersey. :D
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