Thursday, March 26, 2009
OUR SPECULATIVE BUT VERY LIKELY FUTURE MRT LINE...
The first time I looked at it, I thought I was looking at Japan's train map. How complex!!!
Then when I realise it's a map of Singapore, I laughed cuz I thought it was a joke.
BUT THEN I saw a station called Ubi and Kaki Bukit and I went
"OMG..IT IS FREAKING REAL"BECAUSE THEY ARE BUILDING THOSE STATIONS AND I SAW IT MYSELF.
I mean if we had soo many underground tunnels will our land collapse inwards?
I'm sure we
won't but it sure looks scary.
Also....I was on my way to work today when I saw a new line opening at Bugis - The Downtown Line. So I immediately checked this speculative MRT line diagram and yes there is
DT which IS the
DOWNTOWN LINE. 0.0So it's true people...
EITHER FEAR IT OR EMBRACE IT...
HAHAH
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
I feel so much normal now after I saw this photo of Tyra...
The difference is I'm shorter, Asian, will never be a supermodel earning big bucks and I live in a 4 room flat.
I like her shoes btw...
Monday, March 23, 2009
BEWARE: AFTER YOU'RE DONE READING THIS, YOUR EYES WILL ROLL FOREVER | Lose the house,gain a lesson
Foreclosure is painful, but it isn’t the end of the world
Weekend • March 21, 2009
Esther Fung
esther@mediacorp.com.sg
AS A reporter covering the business beat amid Singapore’s worst recession in memory, I often have a sense of deja vu whenever the issue of home foreclosures crops up.
My family and I have been down that road before.
Back in 2000, my parents, whose business had yet to recover from the 1997/98 Asian Financial Crisis, managed to stave off bankruptcy. But our family had to move out of the semi-detached bungalow that we had called home for five years because the bank was breathing down our necks.
I watched as my parents, who were in their late 40s, overcame feelings of inadequacy, anxiety and angst when they were forced to sell our home.
I remembered how sad I was when my parents told the six of us — we were then between five and 18 — that the red-roofed home, along with the sushi dinner parties and garden barbecues, had to make way for something simpler.
As a 16-year-old caught in this unexpected setback in life, I had to make some mental adjustments quickly. The house that I had imagined I would live in until my wedding day had to go.
My parents also had to swallow their pride when relatives, friends and business partners asked about our downgrading.
But later on, I realised that children could be pretty resilient in times of adversity. Rather than wallow in self-pity, my siblings and I kept our chins up and learnt to be more accommodating towards each other.
The spacious Volvo was sold and the whole family adapted to squeezing ourselves into the more economical Hyundai Elantra.
This reduction in personal space soon became a regular fixture in our lives.
Moving into a rented, smaller terrace home packed with unopened cardboard boxes subsequently made me a wee bit more responsible da jie, or eldest sister. |
There were many nights when I would sit and chat with my younger sisters on the mattress to help them feel more comfortable in our new home. I shared with them my personal stuff when they could not get theirs from the still-sealed boxes.
We were definitely not miserable and managed to get by staying in a house that I suppose could constitute a fire hazard.
We had to share our rooms with two other siblings — it used to be two to a room — and throw away a significant amount of our possessions that were deemed of little monetary value.
As I watched my father’s apparel machinery business teeter on the brink of failure, along with its attendant ramifications, I developed a sense of humility that was, in some ways, liberating.
My siblings and I learnt to accept that certain luxuries that we had long taken for granted would no longer be there.
I didn’t know much about business then, but I did remember reminding my sisters — frequently — to be thrifty. I didn’t want our parents to worry more than they already had to.
Looking back, those days weren’t really so awful, after all. While at times we argued because it was really easy to step on toes, literally or otherwise, we gradually adapted to living in a smaller and less attractive house.
It helped that we were never hungry at home, as my mother made sure we remained adequately “prosperous” at the waistline.
We enjoyed our new surroundings enough to make them the backdrop of many a family photo. Pictures of my sisters posing with an orchid plant still grace the walls of our current home.
My parents eventually got over their colossal loss of “face” as they realised that they still had many things to be thankful for. If nothing else, all their six kids were still healthy and adequately well-behaved during this trying period.
Then guess what?
A year later, we had to downgrade again because the much-hoped for business recovery took much longer than expected. This time, we moved into an even smaller, four-room HDB apartment, permanently.
But having been through it once, we became more numb to yet another humbling experience. It was really not such a painful experience any more: We already knew what it was like not getting our first, second or eighth choice.
Soon, we got over the fact that we were unlikely to live in a big home with a fancy address for a long time to come.
Downgrading — not once but twice — was a difficult transition. But it toughened my family up and gave us the confidence that we could cope with whatever hand life might deal us. WEEKENDVTRA
EWWW...WHAT IS HER BLOODY PROBLEM!?
She's talking like as if she has downgraded and is now living in a slum and dying in agony.
SCREW HER LAH.
Eww...wait..not..I don't wanna screw her
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Omg...The person who tooked the photo above and posted at Stomp - English as it is Broken should just relax can?
Only people like him/her will see the word "TRYathlon" and be outraged that MOE can make a spelling mistake.
Me thinks this person is probably 99% left brain and 1% right brain. Meaning no creativity ...
Anyway, talking about left/right brain...take a look at the photo below and see whether the dancer is rotating clockwise or anti-clockwise.
Most of us see it as anti-clockwise but left brainers see it as rotating clockwise
TRY and see whether you can get the dancer to twirl clockwise..hehehe...
I CANNOT SEE THE DANCER TURNING CLOCKWISE FOR NUTS IF YOU CAN PLEASE TELL ME. |
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Sorry...too lazy to rotate this anti-clockwise...so just tilt your head pls
I KEEP FORGETTING TO POST THESE PHOTOS...
So my HR Director left us...and her friend took over. Haha...and that's us..the people of my company...
Sunday, March 15, 2009
LET ME INTRODUCE YOU TO MY TWITTER PROFILE IN CASE YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN IN ON MY BLOG BEFORE
Nowadays I get too tired to log on to my laptop and blog but that doesn't mean I don't do any updates!!
Do check out my twitter profile on the left hand side of my blog. I've circled it in the screenshot below. It takes less effort and I dun need to be on my lappy. I can just tweet via my mobile (sms) or my iPod - and i can do this anywhere!! EASY!!
And to all my friends, if you guys have a twitter profile as well let me know so we can follow each other and tweet endlessly!! Haha...
But I'll still update my blog though. It won't be dead!!!
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
RED JUMPSUIT APPARATUS in SINGAPORE
LIVE @ D'MARQUEE
MARCH 10
As usual....I was there....heh heh heh heh heh.....
HAPPY SEH THAT BOY BEHIND TRYING TO LEECH INTO OUR PHOTO
Stupid hand....
He was singing "Guardian Angel" :)
I got the guitar pick!!! LOL This is Jocelyn's guitar pick :D
I was daydreaming of dunno what when the guitarist threw these at the crowd.
I stopped daydreaming when I felt something hit my FACE.I felt it roll down to my right hand. My reaction was like Patrick's (Spongebob)
"Uuuuhhhh....."I was in a daze when I saw the guitar pick in my hand.
From a "faraway distance" I heard Jocelyn screaming
"YOUR ARM!!! YOUR ARM!!!"I was like
"huh? my arm? I'm holding it..."She kept going on
"YOUR ARM!! ITS STUCK TO YOUR ARM!!!"I looked down and saw what she meant....There was another guitar pick stuck to my left arm.
So JOcelyn and I came home with one guitar pick each. LOL
I felt bad for people who were actually trying their utmost best to grab them. When all I had to do was daydream and get two guitar picks thrown to my face.UP NEXT!!! OASIS BABY!!!!
Monday, March 09, 2009
I was too lazy to take photos and showcase to you my limited edition tamagotchis....But since I took leave from work, I will!!
Today, I wanna show you one particular special edition tamagotchi. Bandai made 3,000 sets of this to celebrate tamagotchi's 10th anniversary.
They come in 3 colours and they made 1,000 of each colour. Mine is the blue one.
So the set basically consist of the Uratama (this tamagotchi is special cuz it has a blue LCD), a "bamboo" tamagotchi holder and golden coin keychain thingy (except its not really a keychain...damn i dunno what it's called). This is all packaged into a special Japanese box called the "tamatebako".
And you have a serial number for it too! :) The number is on the certificate in the pic above. I forgot to zoom in..but whatever....
Gorgeous eh? hehehehe...
I read somewhere that Bandai hosted an Internet reservation system and those who will be able to buy will be decided by lottery. It costs 6,300 yen which is about SGD 100.
I got mine from eBay...HAHAHAHA
Another day I will post USA's special anniversay edition - which I also own. =) =) =)