Movies, coffee with friends, hanging out at home, driving out to a friend's house, gym, activities, friends, family, chilling, a job, spending money...
What do all these have in common? They are all activities of a past life.
Timetable these days look like reading, assignments, discussions, lectures, lunch (which sometimes involve discussions), running to Sainsbury's after school, shower, veg a bit, study, read, assignment and blog.
I know MBA isn't easy. No one told me it was going to be this difficult. I practically have no more social life. Other people I see out of my MBA class are, honestly, those at Sainsbury's. I even recognise a few of them.
I can't really complain. I mean this is an opportunity of a lifetime. Though, I don't really see much of an outside life. Perhaps why I am blogging almost daily, is cause that's my only outlet for me to vent some thoughts, and perhaps procrastinate a bit.
K, back to assignments... over and out.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
loud speakers
Hmm for those who really know me, know that I may not be the world's most PC person around.
Just that staying in the UK has made me more exposed to other ethnic groups, and some of them speak really loudly; and the thing is, they don't realise that they are screaming into another person's ear.
Case in point: While waiting for 418 on my way home, had this gal behind me speaking in her native language, either very happy that she is with her bunch of friends or something, but her voice was sooooooo painfully shrill, plus at like 20000 decibels and the fact that my ear was in direct path from her mouth, so you can imagine... I actually cringed when she spoke, and turned around a couple of times with serious look of disgust, but the gal was too daft to notice.
Case in point 2: On the bus back home today, this other gal, picked up her fone and started speaking, real loud. hmmm It may be in a foreign language to most people on the bus, still, the volume of it was annoying.
Case in point 3: People here generally like to chat within confined spaces - like in buses - which if you slam 140 people on one bright orange bus, make them all speak at once, it can give you one hell of a headache.
Talking about loud, neighbours were having 1 hour of sex-a-thon yesterday. Of course moaner was doing his usual moaning. It had to be on the day that I decide to sleep early to make up for my sleep deficit for the whole week. NB.
Of course today I am armed. Dashed off to Sainsbury's after school today and bought a pack of camomille tea - 40 bags of it. That should put me into a comatose state...I hope. :)
And hopefully, no one gets ANY tonite. Grrrrr
Just that staying in the UK has made me more exposed to other ethnic groups, and some of them speak really loudly; and the thing is, they don't realise that they are screaming into another person's ear.
Case in point: While waiting for 418 on my way home, had this gal behind me speaking in her native language, either very happy that she is with her bunch of friends or something, but her voice was sooooooo painfully shrill, plus at like 20000 decibels and the fact that my ear was in direct path from her mouth, so you can imagine... I actually cringed when she spoke, and turned around a couple of times with serious look of disgust, but the gal was too daft to notice.
Case in point 2: On the bus back home today, this other gal, picked up her fone and started speaking, real loud. hmmm It may be in a foreign language to most people on the bus, still, the volume of it was annoying.
Case in point 3: People here generally like to chat within confined spaces - like in buses - which if you slam 140 people on one bright orange bus, make them all speak at once, it can give you one hell of a headache.
Talking about loud, neighbours were having 1 hour of sex-a-thon yesterday. Of course moaner was doing his usual moaning. It had to be on the day that I decide to sleep early to make up for my sleep deficit for the whole week. NB.
Of course today I am armed. Dashed off to Sainsbury's after school today and bought a pack of camomille tea - 40 bags of it. That should put me into a comatose state...I hope. :)
And hopefully, no one gets ANY tonite. Grrrrr
Monday, November 27, 2006
social popcorn
"So, do you want to share some popcorn?" I asked one of the gals in the group who also happened to like sweet popcorn as well.
"Well actually I was going to go for the ice-cream, but I can share a popcorn with you if you want." she replied.
"No, it's fine really. I am still stuffed from my sandwich at 4pm. So it's really up to you. I just need a drink." I said, hoping that she'll agree to just getting her ice-cream and I could get out of a empty calorie munching session, especially when it's just popcorn.
"No, no, no, it's fine." the gal insisted. "Let's get a medium-sized one, cause it makes more sense."
So 5 minutes later and £5.99 poorer, I was skillfully balancing the mid-sized popcorn and diet pepsi, which I didn't want to begin with, going into the theatre.
It was one of those occasions - no one wanted the popcorn, and yet we ended up with a huge tub that neither one of us could finish. The gal must have felt compelled to have popcorn just because it was mentioned.
It's the same thing when you're out at a pub and don't really feel like a beer, but someone insists on getting you one. And you end up either paying for someone else's drink or gulping down a pint of beer which you didn't want in the first place anyway.
(I've found a solution tho - order shandy.)
Or when you're in a situation where you pick up a cigarette for a fag. It's not that you want a cigarette or a beer, or even plain ole popcorn - you take it so that you fit in. And that you don't seem impolite.
Good thing people haven't offered me drugs. At this rate I give in to fit in, I'll be high on drugs all the time.
On an aside note, I just stuffed 2 jelly doughnuts in my face, that's just for dinner and shall call it a nite. Been sleeping too late these days. Sleep deprivation does kill brain cells, I took 2 minutes trying all sorts of spelling combi for doughnuts and still can't spell "serccumb".
Oh and I spoke to my darling last night. It was 15 minutes worth of precious conversation - a typical B1 & Yee Yee conversation which I haven't had in a long while.
B1 (all teary eyed and can hear he is about to cry): "Hi Yee Yee, I was going to shower and you called."
K: "What's up sweetheart? You were going to shower?"
J:"Yah, and now I can't." (Still about to cry voice)
K:"Okay, go on then, go shower sweetheart, I'll call you later okay?"
J:"Yee Yee, you called, now B2's gone to shower first."
Hmmmm, then realised why he was all teary-eyed. Super buay tahan lor...I knew I had to distract him.
K:"Hey B1, Christmas is just around the corner. Who has a transformers toy?"
Jamesy's voice immediately perked up.
J:"Me! And Yee Yee, I want exo-force next time okay? But it's for big boys, cos on the box it says it's for 7 year olds."
K:"What if I get a small exo-force for you for your fifth birthday? Is that alright?"
J:"No, even the small exo-force is for 7 year olds."
K:"Okay, when you're turning 7, Yee Yee will bring you to Toys R Us to get your exo-force okay?"
J:"Yah!" And out of the blue B1 said,"Yee Yee, I love you very much."
That boy is going to get into sooooo much trouble with the gals one day. Ahhh this kind of inane conversation about exo-force, lego, gingerbread men...I so miss it! :)
When B2 came out of the shower, my mom insisted that she talked to me. (something about IDD calls that make them expensive, hence you're an important person whom everyone must drop all they are doing to talk to you) But the conversation went on for a good 3-seconds, and she was done talking to me. Still it was good to hear B2 speak.
"Well actually I was going to go for the ice-cream, but I can share a popcorn with you if you want." she replied.
"No, it's fine really. I am still stuffed from my sandwich at 4pm. So it's really up to you. I just need a drink." I said, hoping that she'll agree to just getting her ice-cream and I could get out of a empty calorie munching session, especially when it's just popcorn.
"No, no, no, it's fine." the gal insisted. "Let's get a medium-sized one, cause it makes more sense."
So 5 minutes later and £5.99 poorer, I was skillfully balancing the mid-sized popcorn and diet pepsi, which I didn't want to begin with, going into the theatre.
It was one of those occasions - no one wanted the popcorn, and yet we ended up with a huge tub that neither one of us could finish. The gal must have felt compelled to have popcorn just because it was mentioned.
It's the same thing when you're out at a pub and don't really feel like a beer, but someone insists on getting you one. And you end up either paying for someone else's drink or gulping down a pint of beer which you didn't want in the first place anyway.
(I've found a solution tho - order shandy.)
Or when you're in a situation where you pick up a cigarette for a fag. It's not that you want a cigarette or a beer, or even plain ole popcorn - you take it so that you fit in. And that you don't seem impolite.
Good thing people haven't offered me drugs. At this rate I give in to fit in, I'll be high on drugs all the time.
On an aside note, I just stuffed 2 jelly doughnuts in my face, that's just for dinner and shall call it a nite. Been sleeping too late these days. Sleep deprivation does kill brain cells, I took 2 minutes trying all sorts of spelling combi for doughnuts and still can't spell "serccumb".
Oh and I spoke to my darling last night. It was 15 minutes worth of precious conversation - a typical B1 & Yee Yee conversation which I haven't had in a long while.
B1 (all teary eyed and can hear he is about to cry): "Hi Yee Yee, I was going to shower and you called."
K: "What's up sweetheart? You were going to shower?"
J:"Yah, and now I can't." (Still about to cry voice)
K:"Okay, go on then, go shower sweetheart, I'll call you later okay?"
J:"Yee Yee, you called, now B2's gone to shower first."
Hmmmm, then realised why he was all teary-eyed. Super buay tahan lor...I knew I had to distract him.
K:"Hey B1, Christmas is just around the corner. Who has a transformers toy?"
Jamesy's voice immediately perked up.
J:"Me! And Yee Yee, I want exo-force next time okay? But it's for big boys, cos on the box it says it's for 7 year olds."
K:"What if I get a small exo-force for you for your fifth birthday? Is that alright?"
J:"No, even the small exo-force is for 7 year olds."
K:"Okay, when you're turning 7, Yee Yee will bring you to Toys R Us to get your exo-force okay?"
J:"Yah!" And out of the blue B1 said,"Yee Yee, I love you very much."
That boy is going to get into sooooo much trouble with the gals one day. Ahhh this kind of inane conversation about exo-force, lego, gingerbread men...I so miss it! :)
When B2 came out of the shower, my mom insisted that she talked to me. (something about IDD calls that make them expensive, hence you're an important person whom everyone must drop all they are doing to talk to you) But the conversation went on for a good 3-seconds, and she was done talking to me. Still it was good to hear B2 speak.
Saturday, November 25, 2006
to all my fans
I just realised that I have an ardent fan in Singapore who is actively promoting my blog - Ms. Serene HELLO! Yuen. *thank you, thank you, for supporting me* And I encourage my fan(s) to leave their comments on my blog, so at least I can be in touch with you as well.
hahahaha, so now that I have a fan base, I feel the pressure of having to upload more posts every other day. Wahahaha.
Day 3 of having new mobile fone (yah, just be patient, I'm sure the novelty will wear off soon) I took pictures of some bits of my hall. It's found under "More Moments" on the sidebar of this blog.
Of cos it's only 2 megapix, so it can't beat the quality and color of my Olympus C-4000z, but it's handy, and the pictures turn out somewhat decent, so no complaints.
Sigh, more reading to do. Better get that done, otherwise kena stressed out and wake in the middle of the nite for no good reason.
hahahaha, so now that I have a fan base, I feel the pressure of having to upload more posts every other day. Wahahaha.
Day 3 of having new mobile fone (yah, just be patient, I'm sure the novelty will wear off soon) I took pictures of some bits of my hall. It's found under "More Moments" on the sidebar of this blog.
Of cos it's only 2 megapix, so it can't beat the quality and color of my Olympus C-4000z, but it's handy, and the pictures turn out somewhat decent, so no complaints.
Sigh, more reading to do. Better get that done, otherwise kena stressed out and wake in the middle of the nite for no good reason.
Friday, November 24, 2006
hello moto
I GOT A NEW FONE!!!
And it's free! :) And it's PINK! And it's clamshell!
:) ooooo I love my new phone. I've had handphones before but last 3 phones were more functional than objects of desire.
The other phone which was my object of desire and I was so pleased about was my first mobile - a nokia. I can't remember what model it was now, but it had an iridescent purple and I spent way too much money on it.
But anyway here you see me, very happy with my handphone. It's 2 megapix, has bluetooth, good video capture, super cool polyphonic ring tones, is super easy to text and oooooo it's metallic pink! My only complain is that it doesn't have my old Sony Ericsson K700i's (bless his soul) good alarm and voice recording functions.
So there you go... Hello Moto.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
there are no thunderstorms
Before I left Singapore, I made a list of the things that I will miss when I am in the UK.
It's time to revisit that list.
B1 & B2
Gawd, I really miss the rascals. I miss sitting next to B1 when he watches TV then slowly sinking my body next to his, sniffing his smelly head. I miss him constantly asking me to bring him downstairs to buy stuff. (I MISS HAVING A DOWNSTAIRS TO BUY STUFF!) I miss giving him lots of big hugs and kisses. I miss talking to him, and being amused by the stuff a 4 year old would say.
I miss B2 for her cuteness. Her LOUD ways, her cute 2 year old size that's just nice to sit on your lap and hug. Nice to nibble arms and chubby cheeks. Her constant - NO!
I'll go," is it forrrrrr...Mommy? (NO!) Daddy? (NO!) Yee Yee? (NO!)Mama? (NO!)..." Of course I can go down a long list of relatives, and her answer will be - NO!
But her vocabulary and language skills must have improved by heaps since I left. Of course I wouldn't know, course the little girl, everytime I call home, my sis will go,"Wanna talk to Yee Yee?" "No!" would be her reply.
Logging on to MSN and seeing my friends
Surprisingly, I see them online almost as often as when I was back in Singapore, so this hasn't been a big deal. But I miss having close friends whom I can say,"Let's go coffee/movie/dinner/bake-session in 20 minutes!"
Family
Definitely family, re: B1 & B2 (again!). :) Also the generally yabbering about rascals to my sis, mom & dad. Miss my cousins hanging out at my place, even though we don't do ANYTHING, but just laze in one spot for hourrrrrrs.
Cosy feeling when it rains real heavy & I'm home or in my car
It doesn't storm here, thunderstorms are like a big deal in this country and even then they have poxy little light rain, pale in comparision to our serious downpour back home. The first night I arrived in Bath, there was a thunderstorm, and S asked me if I heard it. I thought to myself, "What's the big deal? Don't you have thunder when it storms?"
Well, apparently not. And I miss it.
I miss the really heavy peltering of rain on buildings, the loud roar of thunder - a combination of which is so loud that you can bearly hear yourself speak. The massive bolts of lightning that sometimes strike inches from you (that's what I think anyway). It makes you feel really cosy and snug when you're in a car, or at home tucked up in bed.
I do miss home. It's not the food. That's the least of it. Many people think that I will miss the food back home. Or maybe I speak too soon. But it's the having friends and family around you, someone to hang out with, rascals to hug and chauffeur around.
It's time to revisit that list.
B1 & B2
Gawd, I really miss the rascals. I miss sitting next to B1 when he watches TV then slowly sinking my body next to his, sniffing his smelly head. I miss him constantly asking me to bring him downstairs to buy stuff. (I MISS HAVING A DOWNSTAIRS TO BUY STUFF!) I miss giving him lots of big hugs and kisses. I miss talking to him, and being amused by the stuff a 4 year old would say.
I miss B2 for her cuteness. Her LOUD ways, her cute 2 year old size that's just nice to sit on your lap and hug. Nice to nibble arms and chubby cheeks. Her constant - NO!
I'll go," is it forrrrrr...Mommy? (NO!) Daddy? (NO!) Yee Yee? (NO!)Mama? (NO!)..." Of course I can go down a long list of relatives, and her answer will be - NO!
But her vocabulary and language skills must have improved by heaps since I left. Of course I wouldn't know, course the little girl, everytime I call home, my sis will go,"Wanna talk to Yee Yee?" "No!" would be her reply.
Logging on to MSN and seeing my friends
Surprisingly, I see them online almost as often as when I was back in Singapore, so this hasn't been a big deal. But I miss having close friends whom I can say,"Let's go coffee/movie/dinner/bake-session in 20 minutes!"
Family
Definitely family, re: B1 & B2 (again!). :) Also the generally yabbering about rascals to my sis, mom & dad. Miss my cousins hanging out at my place, even though we don't do ANYTHING, but just laze in one spot for hourrrrrrs.
Cosy feeling when it rains real heavy & I'm home or in my car
It doesn't storm here, thunderstorms are like a big deal in this country and even then they have poxy little light rain, pale in comparision to our serious downpour back home. The first night I arrived in Bath, there was a thunderstorm, and S asked me if I heard it. I thought to myself, "What's the big deal? Don't you have thunder when it storms?"
Well, apparently not. And I miss it.
I miss the really heavy peltering of rain on buildings, the loud roar of thunder - a combination of which is so loud that you can bearly hear yourself speak. The massive bolts of lightning that sometimes strike inches from you (that's what I think anyway). It makes you feel really cosy and snug when you're in a car, or at home tucked up in bed.
I do miss home. It's not the food. That's the least of it. Many people think that I will miss the food back home. Or maybe I speak too soon. But it's the having friends and family around you, someone to hang out with, rascals to hug and chauffeur around.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
and 3 credit cards later...
Am now fuming mad. I'm on a Pay-as-you-go price plan for mobile phone, which is really a jib, cause it charges you more per call.
So I spent all of Saturday (and Sunday) trying to figure out which might be a better plan for me. Turned out, all I had to do was just logon, choose a price plan (that will contractually bind me for 12 months) and viola! I am on a lower price plan for 100 mins, with 525 free texts.
However, the website had some really complicated information - tho they were trying to be as user-friendly as possible, but it was a clear case of different divisions handling different parts of the website. In doing so, there were like disconnected bits for me as a Pay-as-you-go customer trying to switch, unclear information as to how about I should do it.
"Well," I thought to myself "It's okay, just email them!"
And email I did. It said it'll respond within 24hrs, but it took them like 30 hours later to respond - okok fine, I'll STILL forgive them.
They told me it was no issue upgrading, I could do that online. Which was fine, till I put in my details for an order for a fantastic Razar V3x Pink and two things happened:
PLUS, they've an annoying phone wait tune - try calling 0845 412 2409 it's guaranteed to make you put the phone down in like 2 secs. GOD! I think I've just mentally damaged my brain from holding onto the wait for an operator song for too long.
Which brings me back to another thing - they are in the mobile business right? So why do I get charged calling their number for customer service on my mobile phone?! DUH!
So I spent all of Saturday (and Sunday) trying to figure out which might be a better plan for me. Turned out, all I had to do was just logon, choose a price plan (that will contractually bind me for 12 months) and viola! I am on a lower price plan for 100 mins, with 525 free texts.
However, the website had some really complicated information - tho they were trying to be as user-friendly as possible, but it was a clear case of different divisions handling different parts of the website. In doing so, there were like disconnected bits for me as a Pay-as-you-go customer trying to switch, unclear information as to how about I should do it.
"Well," I thought to myself "It's okay, just email them!"
And email I did. It said it'll respond within 24hrs, but it took them like 30 hours later to respond - okok fine, I'll STILL forgive them.
They told me it was no issue upgrading, I could do that online. Which was fine, till I put in my details for an order for a fantastic Razar V3x Pink and two things happened:
- First they just would NOT accept the address I typed in. Instead of "Apt Number, Block name, Thornbank Gardens" it was programmed rectify my address to "Block Name, Thornbank Gardens". Bear in mind I share this same address ask 50 other people. Intuitive? My ass.
- They would not, just WOULD not, accept debit cards; nor would they accept credit cards issued out of the UK. So there I was trying to key in my Visa cards from Barclays, Citibank and OCBC...still nada nothing!
PLUS, they've an annoying phone wait tune - try calling 0845 412 2409 it's guaranteed to make you put the phone down in like 2 secs. GOD! I think I've just mentally damaged my brain from holding onto the wait for an operator song for too long.
Just another favourite thing, just another tune, lalalala lala lalalalaSing and repeat for 5 minutes.
Just another favourite thing, just another tune...
Which brings me back to another thing - they are in the mobile business right? So why do I get charged calling their number for customer service on my mobile phone?! DUH!
Saturday, November 18, 2006
el molde
Yesterday, while feeling hungry, I went food shop at Sainsbury's. And you know how it is when you go food shop when you're hungry.
Mistake.
I ended up spending more money than I wanted or needed to and came home with a bag full of food. Anyway I thought it'll be a good idea doing chilli con carne with some leftover tortillas I bought the last time.
cool.
So there I was craving for chilli con carne, so hurriedly I went to buy a pack of 2 for £3.50 mince beef and a bottle of sauce. Cooked that for lunch/dinner today. But, while opening the pack of mince beef and the sight of raw bloody meat, I could feel my tummy churn a bit.
Took out my pack of tortillas, saw some unusal dull bluish green spots on it. I tot it was just "garlic" flavouring, warmed it up, and threw some cheese on it (which upon inspection after my first burrito, had suspicious blue spots on it as well).
Took me like 5 minutes to realise that I was eating mold.
hmmmmm, tummy still churning. Not good. Not good at all.
Mistake.
I ended up spending more money than I wanted or needed to and came home with a bag full of food. Anyway I thought it'll be a good idea doing chilli con carne with some leftover tortillas I bought the last time.
cool.
So there I was craving for chilli con carne, so hurriedly I went to buy a pack of 2 for £3.50 mince beef and a bottle of sauce. Cooked that for lunch/dinner today. But, while opening the pack of mince beef and the sight of raw bloody meat, I could feel my tummy churn a bit.
Took out my pack of tortillas, saw some unusal dull bluish green spots on it. I tot it was just "garlic" flavouring, warmed it up, and threw some cheese on it (which upon inspection after my first burrito, had suspicious blue spots on it as well).
Took me like 5 minutes to realise that I was eating mold.
hmmmmm, tummy still churning. Not good. Not good at all.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
bionic woman
I just realised today that I am bionic woman.
Or rather genetics would have me as that. A couple of statistics to prove that:
Geez, why can't I just have genetically smart, slim, tall, gorgeous genes? This kind of gene pool, win liao oso can say - forget it lor.
I oughta turn up in a supergal suit to class tomorrow. Getting tired. I am stuffing myself with carbs at 9pm, hoping that I knock off to bed early today. :)
Or rather genetics would have me as that. A couple of statistics to prove that:
- Between baby boys and gals, the odds that a baby gal survives in a complication are higher than in a boy.
- Women outlive men
- XX chromosones imply that we're way less prone to genetic diseases
- Dark hair, dark eyed people have dominant genes over blond hair, blue eyed people.
Geez, why can't I just have genetically smart, slim, tall, gorgeous genes? This kind of gene pool, win liao oso can say - forget it lor.
I oughta turn up in a supergal suit to class tomorrow. Getting tired. I am stuffing myself with carbs at 9pm, hoping that I knock off to bed early today. :)
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
penguins
Have you ever seen on natgeo or something, a picture of a group of penguins huddled in a blizzard? And they seem very calm, and they all seem to be asleep.
Well yesterday while queuing for 418, it was really windy. I had to sit in the covered shelter away from the wind. But feeling sheltered, sleepy - yup penguin.
I've been eating a lot more now as well. I get really hungry in the evenings. So I am kinda starting to waddle around. Day light gets real short now. By 4-ish, it starts to get really dark. By 6.36pm, like now, it is complete darkness and feels like 8-9pm. Makes me wanna go to sleep like right about now, but I can't! It's only 6.36 now!
Had marketing lecture today, was so utter crap. The lecturer started off yesterday - there are no products and services and there is no such thing as quality! Today was - There are no supply chains or distributions channels!
If a tree fell in the middle of the forest and no one saw it, did it fall?
You can't deny that these things are happening and DO exist! Fine and good if you have another term for supply chain management, you're an academic, I can understand the compelling need to show the world you're intelligent, but, in the words of Antony Brit my finance lecturer:
"While you're here [doing an MBA], there is a real world happening out there!"
Geez, he should tell this fella. And the marketing lecturer when asked, so how would he describe a linear relationship - he said he couldn't!
Asked how he would apply his theory to marketing - he couldn't.
I'm fucking paying £20,000 to be patronising told that all I have worked for is crap. Marketing is about looking for stupid people?!
Geez man, give me a break!
Ooooo getting chilly. Think I shall make a nice cuppa hot chocolate.
Well yesterday while queuing for 418, it was really windy. I had to sit in the covered shelter away from the wind. But feeling sheltered, sleepy - yup penguin.
I've been eating a lot more now as well. I get really hungry in the evenings. So I am kinda starting to waddle around. Day light gets real short now. By 4-ish, it starts to get really dark. By 6.36pm, like now, it is complete darkness and feels like 8-9pm. Makes me wanna go to sleep like right about now, but I can't! It's only 6.36 now!
Had marketing lecture today, was so utter crap. The lecturer started off yesterday - there are no products and services and there is no such thing as quality! Today was - There are no supply chains or distributions channels!
If a tree fell in the middle of the forest and no one saw it, did it fall?
You can't deny that these things are happening and DO exist! Fine and good if you have another term for supply chain management, you're an academic, I can understand the compelling need to show the world you're intelligent, but, in the words of Antony Brit my finance lecturer:
"While you're here [doing an MBA], there is a real world happening out there!"
Geez, he should tell this fella. And the marketing lecturer when asked, so how would he describe a linear relationship - he said he couldn't!
Asked how he would apply his theory to marketing - he couldn't.
I'm fucking paying £20,000 to be patronising told that all I have worked for is crap. Marketing is about looking for stupid people?!
Geez man, give me a break!
Ooooo getting chilly. Think I shall make a nice cuppa hot chocolate.
Saturday, November 11, 2006
a new love
I didn't think it would happen, but it did.
And at Sainsbury's no less. We found each other in the chilled food aisle. And he is linked to royalty.
Hello coronation chicken, my new found love.
My word, it was one of the last few flavours of sandwich fillers on the shelf, having had been lead on by Cajun Chicken, I thought, no way that there's anything else that can be compared to Seafood filler. But it's true, I found true love and it is FANTASTIC!
It's bits of grilled chicken meat, with curried mayonnaise, plus salt, pepper, apricot, almonds and raisins. I just had a coronation chicken with cheddar cheese sandwich. ooooo now am absolutely full.
Of cos there is a reason why this blog is so boliao. Cos I got a paper to write, and I have no motivation to write it.
hmmmm whole room smells of clean laundry, temperature outside is cold. k.blankie looks nice and snug in bed under quilt. What the hell am I doing sitting here typing away on my supposed essay?
I'm even contemplating vacuuming the floor. This is bad.
And at Sainsbury's no less. We found each other in the chilled food aisle. And he is linked to royalty.
Hello coronation chicken, my new found love.
My word, it was one of the last few flavours of sandwich fillers on the shelf, having had been lead on by Cajun Chicken, I thought, no way that there's anything else that can be compared to Seafood filler. But it's true, I found true love and it is FANTASTIC!
It's bits of grilled chicken meat, with curried mayonnaise, plus salt, pepper, apricot, almonds and raisins. I just had a coronation chicken with cheddar cheese sandwich. ooooo now am absolutely full.
Of cos there is a reason why this blog is so boliao. Cos I got a paper to write, and I have no motivation to write it.
hmmmm whole room smells of clean laundry, temperature outside is cold. k.blankie looks nice and snug in bed under quilt. What the hell am I doing sitting here typing away on my supposed essay?
I'm even contemplating vacuuming the floor. This is bad.
Thursday, November 09, 2006
inky fingers, inky shirt
You know one sure sign when I've been doing work - my hands and sometimes tees become a canvas for uncapped pens.
Doesn't help that I like the sort of Pilot V-5 sort of inky pens. OMG I just checked out the price of those in the UK - it's £5.49 for a pack of 3, which means it's like S$5 for one!
I could be a millionaire trading Pilot V5 pens!
Hmmm perhaps I so do the net present value (NPV) of the expected returns, based on cashflow streams in UK, deducting the cost of sales (airplane tix & buying the pens in Singapore), then adjusting for currencies and inflation. If NPV is greater than 0, it's worth it!
I betcha you're going HUH? or more vulgarly - WTF?
Yup, exact sentiments too. That has been my thought for the whole of this week - WTF IS GOING ON?!
Welcome to the world of accounting and corporate finance.
I mean no doubt, it is an interesting topic, but I have a feeling that after this course, I can easily find out what I want to do, by process of elimination.
1. Accountant x
2. Finance Manager x
3. Economist x
4. Strategist x
5. Marketer
6. Consultant
Doesn't seem like I have many more options to cross out. oooooo panick, panick, breathee. So far the course has:
1. Set my small little brain into a flurry of confusion by highlighting things that I do not know - conscious incompetence
2. Highlighted that my network of people I know sucks - conscious incompetence.
3. Mostly put me in a panick mode cos I am behind on readings
4. Obliterated whatever chance I had of a social life, except for the folks at Sainsbury's.
And they keep telling me that I'll earn big bucks post-MBA? I dont think so mister!
Doesn't help that I like the sort of Pilot V-5 sort of inky pens. OMG I just checked out the price of those in the UK - it's £5.49 for a pack of 3, which means it's like S$5 for one!
I could be a millionaire trading Pilot V5 pens!
Hmmm perhaps I so do the net present value (NPV) of the expected returns, based on cashflow streams in UK, deducting the cost of sales (airplane tix & buying the pens in Singapore), then adjusting for currencies and inflation. If NPV is greater than 0, it's worth it!
I betcha you're going HUH? or more vulgarly - WTF?
Yup, exact sentiments too. That has been my thought for the whole of this week - WTF IS GOING ON?!
Welcome to the world of accounting and corporate finance.
I mean no doubt, it is an interesting topic, but I have a feeling that after this course, I can easily find out what I want to do, by process of elimination.
1. Accountant x
2. Finance Manager x
3. Economist x
4. Strategist x
5. Marketer
6. Consultant
Doesn't seem like I have many more options to cross out. oooooo panick, panick, breathee. So far the course has:
1. Set my small little brain into a flurry of confusion by highlighting things that I do not know - conscious incompetence
2. Highlighted that my network of people I know sucks - conscious incompetence.
3. Mostly put me in a panick mode cos I am behind on readings
4. Obliterated whatever chance I had of a social life, except for the folks at Sainsbury's.
And they keep telling me that I'll earn big bucks post-MBA? I dont think so mister!
Saturday, November 04, 2006
it's a glorious day
I take my word back.
Just when I complained about the weather, today is just fantastic. The sun is out, its nice and cool. Just like what I pictured fall would be.
And I just bought my first ever thermals. Why can't someone designer sexier looking thermals? I look like a big frump. What's with the little dotted floral print on them? Hello?! GRANDMA?!
I think the the people at the thermal making co., which I suspect holds a monopoly of the global thermal market, think that,"Geez man, there's no need to innovate for better design, they can jolly well wear hideous thermal or freeze."
Anyway, spent way too much money trying to keep warm today. So tomorrow is another trip to Ikea, and here's what I plan to buy
Just when I complained about the weather, today is just fantastic. The sun is out, its nice and cool. Just like what I pictured fall would be.
And I just bought my first ever thermals. Why can't someone designer sexier looking thermals? I look like a big frump. What's with the little dotted floral print on them? Hello?! GRANDMA?!
I think the the people at the thermal making co., which I suspect holds a monopoly of the global thermal market, think that,"Geez man, there's no need to innovate for better design, they can jolly well wear hideous thermal or freeze."
Anyway, spent way too much money trying to keep warm today. So tomorrow is another trip to Ikea, and here's what I plan to buy
- Baskets to organise my bathroom counter
- Bed sheet & quilt cover
- Bedside lamp
- Storage for shooeeesss? (Optional)
- Laudry basket
Friday, November 03, 2006
0°C at 10am
I am beginning to wonder, if I got cheated of the whole fall season.
Just when British Summer Time came to a close on 29 October, the temperature decided to plummet to 1° C at 7am, and the latest is 0° C at 10am. And it is really cold. There is even frost on the window shields of the cars.
Which reminds me - gotta get thermal underwear, long-sleeved tees, more socks. It really does get freaking cold. I wouldn't mind most times, but I hate it when I get a wheezing cough, and feel like I'm about to break out into an asthma attack. I hate that feeling.
And of cos, if I were to die, it'll be 6 weeks before housekeeper comes in to clean room, see dead student beautifully preserved, cos of cold.
Ooooo craving for koka instant noodles now. It's sooooooo famous, it's even on wikipedia! Go check it out!
Just when British Summer Time came to a close on 29 October, the temperature decided to plummet to 1° C at 7am, and the latest is 0° C at 10am. And it is really cold. There is even frost on the window shields of the cars.
Which reminds me - gotta get thermal underwear, long-sleeved tees, more socks. It really does get freaking cold. I wouldn't mind most times, but I hate it when I get a wheezing cough, and feel like I'm about to break out into an asthma attack. I hate that feeling.
And of cos, if I were to die, it'll be 6 weeks before housekeeper comes in to clean room, see dead student beautifully preserved, cos of cold.
Ooooo craving for koka instant noodles now. It's sooooooo famous, it's even on wikipedia! Go check it out!
Thursday, November 02, 2006
hey cupcake!
My obssession with cupcakes is far from over. Was at Sainsbury's today, and saw the most fantastic sight ever, one even better than a fairy cake. You guessed it - CUPCAKE!
Bought ONE even tho it was 4 for £2, which can be easily walloped. And it was heaven.
On another note, moaner has a name. Was introduced in kitchen about half an hour ago. hmmm Still had a very bad visual in head. Hahahah :P
Feel infinitely better today than yesterday. Was absolutely sick yesterday. I think I can even hit the gym tomorrrow. Hmmmm
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
definitions
hand job noun a task or job that requires assembly by hands : the production of a cassette cover is essentially a handjob.
Now, now, I know ye dirty minded folks, there is a new definition! Was hilarious when one of the gals in my class said that in a factory scenario, the assembly of a video cover was a handjob. I don't know how my lecturer kept a straight face. I know I didn't. Neither did the boys in my class.
On an aside note, am sick again. I think english weather doesn't agree with my system. Zits, yup, they are still there. And fallen sick 2x in the last 1.5 weeks. Grrrrrr. I hate being sick, especially when there is no one around to sayang me. Not to mention the craving for OJ, and you can't have it, cos it means you have to get dressed, go out and get it on your own!
Grrrrrrr.
Tomorrow looks to be cold. It's 2 deg or something in the day.
Now, now, I know ye dirty minded folks, there is a new definition! Was hilarious when one of the gals in my class said that in a factory scenario, the assembly of a video cover was a handjob. I don't know how my lecturer kept a straight face. I know I didn't. Neither did the boys in my class.
On an aside note, am sick again. I think english weather doesn't agree with my system. Zits, yup, they are still there. And fallen sick 2x in the last 1.5 weeks. Grrrrrr. I hate being sick, especially when there is no one around to sayang me. Not to mention the craving for OJ, and you can't have it, cos it means you have to get dressed, go out and get it on your own!
Grrrrrrr.
Tomorrow looks to be cold. It's 2 deg or something in the day.
Sunday, October 29, 2006
lull-a-bye
After the hectic-ness of last week. This week seems a bit of a let down.
Quick run through of this weekend's events.
Sat:
Went to Sainsbury's to stock an empty fridge. Called home. Met S in the afternoon for an hour. When for drinks in the evening.
Sun:
Woke to find that the clocks have gone back one hour (I thought that was happening tonite), so naturally, I went back to sleep for one more hour. Woke second time round to get ready for lunch to celebrate classmate's birthday. Met S for coffee, bought me coffee even tho he is out of cash (wallet was gone). Said he had a row with the chink, and yet borrowed £100 off her. I seriously think they didn't row.
Saw classmates along streets of Bath while I was out with S. Thank god wasn't holding his hand, or would have a lot of answering to do. Strolled shops for a bit, then came home. Been on computer since 4. now it's 5.50pm.
SHIT the sky is dark! How did that happen?! Oh, clocks went back one hour.
I don't feel like reading, don't want to eat anymore. Though of lugging 2 loads of laundry to laundrette is too much to bear. Just wished there was someone in my room to snuggle up to. Sigh. Is that even too much to ask? I'm like thinking men are so commitment phobic, the thought that I am asking for non-committal relationship, ie, I will not ask you to marry me or start a family with me. Is that too much to ask? All I want is just have an easy relationship. For you to spend some time with me. That's really all that I want.
Here's the conversation that went this afternoon.
"Tricia is looking for hunks," said S to his friend Nigel.
"Well, this is definitely not the place for it then." I replied, doing a quick scan of the crowd. "Oh, by the way, I'm going up to London next Friday."
"So you're going to look for hunks there?" S asked.
"Well sure." I replied.
"Are you really?" S looked at me with his piercing green-grey eyes.
"Of course!" I said. Then seeing that this tactic wasn't going to get me some free meals and coffee then said,"I am kidding! I am there for work."
Then S bambled something about he is going to get seriously hurt. wtf. So him staying with that brainless twit of a gal didn't hurt me? Asshole, asshole, asshole.
Seriously. They all are. Rich ones, poor ones, ugly ones, handsome ones.
I'm writing men off for a LONG TIME, at least emotionally. How much of crap does a gal have to go through to find a decent piece of non-crap. Maybe I shouldn't be searching the trash cans.
asshole, asshole, assholes.
Quick run through of this weekend's events.
Sat:
Went to Sainsbury's to stock an empty fridge. Called home. Met S in the afternoon for an hour. When for drinks in the evening.
Sun:
Woke to find that the clocks have gone back one hour (I thought that was happening tonite), so naturally, I went back to sleep for one more hour. Woke second time round to get ready for lunch to celebrate classmate's birthday. Met S for coffee, bought me coffee even tho he is out of cash (wallet was gone). Said he had a row with the chink, and yet borrowed £100 off her. I seriously think they didn't row.
Saw classmates along streets of Bath while I was out with S. Thank god wasn't holding his hand, or would have a lot of answering to do. Strolled shops for a bit, then came home. Been on computer since 4. now it's 5.50pm.
SHIT the sky is dark! How did that happen?! Oh, clocks went back one hour.
I don't feel like reading, don't want to eat anymore. Though of lugging 2 loads of laundry to laundrette is too much to bear. Just wished there was someone in my room to snuggle up to. Sigh. Is that even too much to ask? I'm like thinking men are so commitment phobic, the thought that I am asking for non-committal relationship, ie, I will not ask you to marry me or start a family with me. Is that too much to ask? All I want is just have an easy relationship. For you to spend some time with me. That's really all that I want.
Here's the conversation that went this afternoon.
"Tricia is looking for hunks," said S to his friend Nigel.
"Well, this is definitely not the place for it then." I replied, doing a quick scan of the crowd. "Oh, by the way, I'm going up to London next Friday."
"So you're going to look for hunks there?" S asked.
"Well sure." I replied.
"Are you really?" S looked at me with his piercing green-grey eyes.
"Of course!" I said. Then seeing that this tactic wasn't going to get me some free meals and coffee then said,"I am kidding! I am there for work."
Then S bambled something about he is going to get seriously hurt. wtf. So him staying with that brainless twit of a gal didn't hurt me? Asshole, asshole, asshole.
Seriously. They all are. Rich ones, poor ones, ugly ones, handsome ones.
I'm writing men off for a LONG TIME, at least emotionally. How much of crap does a gal have to go through to find a decent piece of non-crap. Maybe I shouldn't be searching the trash cans.
asshole, asshole, assholes.
Friday, October 27, 2006
to have and to hold
Well, I don't think I am suited for communal living.
The accommodations are like one-room cheap motel-style places. With 5 floors, one common kitchen, and walls made of paper.
This gal living next to me has pissed me off even tho we haven't exchanged more than 100 words since I came here.
1. She is inconsiderate in the kitchen. She cooks, eats and leaves the whole pile of plates, pans and cutlery in the sink.
We only have one sink, shared by 4 other people excluding her.
2. We've been living here for a month now and she's only bothered getting her own cutlery and plates this week. And her goddamn annoying boyfriend comes over, borrows my white milk mug (not to mention my one and ONLY mug) and then doesn't return it in the morning when I need it for milk. It happened twice. I mean get your own fucking mug. If you are going to borrow someone's mug, taken apparently from their cupboard, at least have the decency to return it immediately after you've used it. They once held my mug hostage for 2 days. 2 days I had no milk for breakfast, and I only about drink milk and eat yoghurt for breakfast.
Fucking twerp.
Till I stuck a notice on the fridge that said," Hi, whoever who has taken my white mug from the bottom left cupboard of the stove, please return it, I need it to drink my milk in the mornings."
Miraculously, it was returned that very evening.
3. Fine if you are getting some and the rest of the world isn't. But do you have to get your boyfriend to ring the doorbell along the common corridor that is so loud that it wakes the dead in the middle of the night? If you're arranging for a bootycall, why can't you fucking anticipate and be more discrete about it?!
4. While they are at it, can the man not moan that loud? Especially at 2am? And the sex can't be all that good, cos it ends in like 2 minutes of hardwork. And I've only heard the gal had one orgasm the whole time since they've been humpings since the start of the term.
5. They just completely ignore the existence of the other people in the kitchen group, a behaviour which I find just downright rude.
It's been a long week and I'm tired and grumpy. And I think it shows on today's post.
The accommodations are like one-room cheap motel-style places. With 5 floors, one common kitchen, and walls made of paper.
This gal living next to me has pissed me off even tho we haven't exchanged more than 100 words since I came here.
1. She is inconsiderate in the kitchen. She cooks, eats and leaves the whole pile of plates, pans and cutlery in the sink.
We only have one sink, shared by 4 other people excluding her.
2. We've been living here for a month now and she's only bothered getting her own cutlery and plates this week. And her goddamn annoying boyfriend comes over, borrows my white milk mug (not to mention my one and ONLY mug) and then doesn't return it in the morning when I need it for milk. It happened twice. I mean get your own fucking mug. If you are going to borrow someone's mug, taken apparently from their cupboard, at least have the decency to return it immediately after you've used it. They once held my mug hostage for 2 days. 2 days I had no milk for breakfast, and I only about drink milk and eat yoghurt for breakfast.
Fucking twerp.
Till I stuck a notice on the fridge that said," Hi, whoever who has taken my white mug from the bottom left cupboard of the stove, please return it, I need it to drink my milk in the mornings."
Miraculously, it was returned that very evening.
3. Fine if you are getting some and the rest of the world isn't. But do you have to get your boyfriend to ring the doorbell along the common corridor that is so loud that it wakes the dead in the middle of the night? If you're arranging for a bootycall, why can't you fucking anticipate and be more discrete about it?!
4. While they are at it, can the man not moan that loud? Especially at 2am? And the sex can't be all that good, cos it ends in like 2 minutes of hardwork. And I've only heard the gal had one orgasm the whole time since they've been humpings since the start of the term.
5. They just completely ignore the existence of the other people in the kitchen group, a behaviour which I find just downright rude.
It's been a long week and I'm tired and grumpy. And I think it shows on today's post.
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
permanent resident
It's affirmative. The rude, loud and red family of zits has decided to squat on my forehead.
After 2+ something weeks, they are still there. Unlike my DHL box of goodies, which is NOT here, yet. I'm about to freeze to death, and the DHL box is taking a leisurely world cruise. Last sighted in Frankfurt after disembarking from its SQ flight. After Bonz tracked it down, found that it finally arrived in UK on Monday.
Today is Wednesday, and still no sight of it.
Sigh.
I'm dead tired. And the best part of things is, everyone thinks I'm having an easy time studying. I seem to be clocking in more hours at school than doing any form of socialising, at all!
DANG! February project might be a bit of a disaster, me thinks.
Like that how to find men?! *yup i mean plural* At least one that might possibly make me permanent resident in THIS country. Hmmm or I could take a leaf out of the zits, squat here.
After 2+ something weeks, they are still there. Unlike my DHL box of goodies, which is NOT here, yet. I'm about to freeze to death, and the DHL box is taking a leisurely world cruise. Last sighted in Frankfurt after disembarking from its SQ flight. After Bonz tracked it down, found that it finally arrived in UK on Monday.
Today is Wednesday, and still no sight of it.
Sigh.
I'm dead tired. And the best part of things is, everyone thinks I'm having an easy time studying. I seem to be clocking in more hours at school than doing any form of socialising, at all!
DANG! February project might be a bit of a disaster, me thinks.
Like that how to find men?! *yup i mean plural* At least one that might possibly make me permanent resident in THIS country. Hmmm or I could take a leaf out of the zits, squat here.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
the mall
I had a half day at school today. Which was good. So a bunch of us gals took Lina's car to Bristol.
We past by Aspects Leisure centre, which is 5 minutes away to S' house.
She asked if we wanted to go to the Mall or town. The gals said the Mall.
Till we were driving towards Cribbs Causeway. MAJOR flashback. I was there with S in April.
Then she drove us by the Downs (first date with S)
Went onto the Brunel Suspension bridge (with S)
So I'm feeling particularly miserable now. Wondering why I am at Bath. (I mean I know why I am at Bath, but just wallowing in self-pity) feeling miserable, upset, tired and really wanting to call S to scream at him.
Doesn't help that I am down with a cold and feel that the huge zit on my forehead has decided to make that its permanent residence.
So there. I'm sick, with a horrid haircut and all I want is mommy's cooking.
We past by Aspects Leisure centre, which is 5 minutes away to S' house.
She asked if we wanted to go to the Mall or town. The gals said the Mall.
Till we were driving towards Cribbs Causeway. MAJOR flashback. I was there with S in April.
Then she drove us by the Downs (first date with S)
Went onto the Brunel Suspension bridge (with S)
So I'm feeling particularly miserable now. Wondering why I am at Bath. (I mean I know why I am at Bath, but just wallowing in self-pity) feeling miserable, upset, tired and really wanting to call S to scream at him.
Doesn't help that I am down with a cold and feel that the huge zit on my forehead has decided to make that its permanent residence.
So there. I'm sick, with a horrid haircut and all I want is mommy's cooking.
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