short update

shanghai’s weather is killer in the month of july. everytime i step out of the house or an airconditioned location (with much reluctance) it’s like stepping into the gobi desert, except there would be less people in the gobi desert. plus, sucks to be sick here i feel like my legs are plodding through sludge. please please please let me get well before nanjing tomorrow. i’m not even enjoying the food as much as i should be since my nose is cloggy (however, note that this did not stop us from polishing off 10 dishes yesterday).

the lesson to be learnt here is never take the red eye flight if you can help it. and do not think that packing your holidays with travelling right after your internship is a great way to fly. it is not. it is a recipe for low immunity and travel fatigue, especially if you spent the better part of your time after your internship eating your way through penang (speaking of which, crazy stuff i think we had charkwayteow almost every meal but that’s for another day).

i just remembered that i fell sick last year on the shanghai trip too. it’s either the weather, or my immunity bordering on negative everytime i travel.

but even in my haze of illness, i love shanghai. it’s the company, the mood, the shopping and the eating all rolled into one. the weather could do with some anger management for sure, but truly, it’s a wonderful place to be in right now.

teknologi

i’m going to be away from technology for a short while. this is like going cold turkey for me. i give myself 12 hours before i start to wish that i was back in singapore in front of my laptop beavering away; i also give myself 12 hours before the return flight to truly appreciate the benefits of being away from technology.

in any case, my handphone, usually the neglected item of the lot, has suddenly been elevated to prime status since autoroam has been activated so i am not completely cut off from the world after all.

my mother is getting stranger. today when we were heading out for supper, she suddenly burst out into a ‘silly-ly-ly’ chant. my brother and i were rather taken aback at this unexpected burst of enthusiasm.

ankle is still fat. nghh. will talk about work (if i am still in the mood) and my near brush with death by unagi when i am back.

fright nights

never got around to finishing up my work in the office. created a slum like workspace for myself in the library but when everybody left, i got scared so i packed up and left too.

alf says she will leave me alone with gus in penang. it’s either janessa or gus so i suppose i have to pick the one who talks in her sleep.

swell season

ankle is still swollen after a week. j had a look at it yesterday and told me i should get it checked out at his physiotherapist. i refuse to spend $100 to see a doctor. i am going to rub it with smelly chinese ointment instead. also, the lesson here is to not wear heels 3 days after you sprain your ankle. and to learn how to stand up without falling by the time you are 21.

internship’s ending! like some work-crazed addict, i actually think i am going to miss it because i had so much fun (gasp!). but i think i’ve had enough of office attire for now – it is time to return to my hobo life of fbts and 10am days.

world cup!

today i placed my first bet on spain with tp – not because i watch the world cup, mind you. it’s just the sort of frivolous thing i thought i might try but anyway it’s the finals so regardless of whether i win or lose, the betting will stop come monday morning.

aisha says that they will throw paul the octopus into the shark tank for picking spain to win over germany in last night’s match. i feel bad for it – all it’s done is to tell the truth and now it’s being condemned. i guess nobody likes to hear the truth.

property porn

sigh i want to live here.

lush, glass goodness overlooking the sea? i love it.

see the whole gallery here

let’s get out of this country

in two weeks, i will have finished exactly eight weeks of internships. i think that’s quite enough for a long long time. and after this, i will have a long one month holiday to look forward to. i’m leaving for my first leg to penang the very first day after i end work, and then to shanghai, korea, and finally home (just in time for school). it will be the very first holiday i’d have taken in 2010, and i made sure that it would be one to remember.

penang from 17-20th july in a reprisal of 2008 (another epic holiday year comprising of hk, vietnam and penang). may the sequel turn out to be another gorge and slack fest. i practically walked around in my fbts and tshirts everyday. banjiangkueh, cendol and charkwayteow here i come!

shanghai from 21st july – 2nd august in a reprisal of 2009. it appears i’ve already missed the start of sale season noooooooo. but looking forward to the good food (generous helpings of oil and salt, to the chagrin of my long tortured arteries and to the glee of my tastebuds), expo 2010 (ready with my umbrella to fight off the hordes), and the general mood of being in a country much like yours, but away from the people you know.

korea from 2nd august – 10th august the country of famous sob operas and plastic surgery! i hope i don’t feel like some sort of deformed monster when i’m there amidst the silicon barbies. travelling with some of my favourite travel buddies – but of course let’s hope nobody will be singing a different tune when we come back (which shouldn’t be the case we’ve gone to enough places with one another).

on a side note, i hope i have enough clothes to last me a month. if not i guess the solution will be to buy more clothes when i’m on holiday, although i doubt the mother will be pleased when she hears of my plans.

here’s an apt song for my upcoming travels! i can’t wait :) am planning to arm myself with lots of cameras, medicine (in case i fall ill from travel fatigue) and may the excitement level remain up in the stratosphere!

unfortunately all the travelling also means that i may miss some farewells of those who are leaving for exchange in sem 1 :(

Let’s get out of this country
I’ll admit I am bored with me
I drowned my sorrows and slept around
When not in body at least in mind
We’ll find a cathedral city
You can convince me I am pretty

We’ll pick berries and recline
Let’s hit the road dear friend of mine
Wave goodbye to our thankless jobs
We’ll drive for miles maybe never turn off
We’ll find a cathedral city you can be handsome I’ll be pretty

What does this city have to offer me
Everyone else thinks it’s the bee’s knees
What does this city have to offer me?
I just can’t see
I just can’t see

Let’s get out of this country
I have been so unhappy
Smell the Jasmine my head was turned
I feel like getting confessional
We’ll find a cathedral city you can convince me I am pretty

What does this city have to offer me
Everyone else thinks it’s the bee’s knees
What does this city have to offer me
I just can’t see
I just can’t see

moments of fail

As above.

A part of me hates to document these moments but they serve as constant reminders to myself that we must learn to laugh at ourselves. And that grace does not come with age.

The running joke is that the K in my name stands for Klutz. Unfortunately, this seems to hold true since I have the centre of gravity of a pinhead.

in this week’s moment of fail, i managed to fall down within the space of 1 m – between my workspace and my fellow intern’s workspace. basically attempted to get up and walk over after sitting down for a long time and crumpled like a noodle on the floor since my leg had turned numb. had to pretend all was well even though pride and ankle were both casualties. note that i am in heels and a skirt. i had to wait until everybody had left before I even attempted to stand up again.

So what they say about interns hold true – less useful than the tealady since the tea lady actually makes something useful. me, i only make a fool of myself.

happy times

my dad has taken to sending me a series of embarrassing photos  of my childhood cunningly disguised under the title of  ‘happy days’ or ‘happy time’. they feature me in various stages of my awkward childhood, replete with bowl hair cut and owl glasses and the crazed look of an eager beaver. those were not the most glamorous days of my youth, but possibly the happiest.

pulp fact

When I visit she’s always scrutinizing the obituaries – in case my friends are there, she says. it’s so matter of fact, this outlook on life and its end. Maybe this is what old age is like, where you literally have to keep an eye out for your friends.

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