Poster for VisComm End of Semester Show. Bigger here.

Exams are over! In fact they were over exactly one week ago (my exams ended last monday, 11am), and I'm already back from my holiday! Chiangmai/Chiangrai is really really good, wayyy better than claustrophobic Bangkok! Lots of things to see + lots of things to buy + good food! I haven't uploaded the photos though cause am still clearing my laptop for disk space (:

Enjoy your holidays people!!

Finally! Submissions! Are! Over!

After more than two weeks of 3-4hours of sleep per 3 days (max), I have cleared the last submission! The past week had been particularly hard because there was an exam sandwiched in between two pairs (4 total) of submissions and it was CRAZYY. My eyebags are worse than ever! And a whole pore/blackhead community has found their way to my nose. But that's not the point. The point it that submissions are FINALLY over! (and one paper) And there's only 3 more papers to go! Hoho!



Watched Stardust today! There are sooo many good movies now that I can't watch because of exams ): Hope they'll still be around after I come back from Thailand! Stardust was pretty good entertainment -- pretty and stuff, but background and character development wise, it could definitely have had been better. Company was great though!! Hohoho first date-to with my darling since FOREVER! and before our emminent 3 week separation ): ): Had dinner at NYNY afterwards (: The pumpkin patch soup and bread was super yummy, the garlic bread had cheese on top! But the main courses was just so-so; we have decided to only buy must-have-its from there from now on X:



Drafts for my History of Graphic Design Zeigeist invitation. Will be posting the final and more works up slowly bit by bit! (And knowing me, slowly will really be slowly!)

BAIBAI~~

(P.S. Whaaat??)

I'm definately going to get chronic eyebags out of this semester ):

( Mini Rant )

I'm really upset with my haiku book ): I can't stand submitting work that I don't like. It is a book, but it has no soul ): Gargghh

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Have you ever wondered how the little guys living in your mouth view the outside world? You can now see the world from their point of view with The Smiley Cam! It's basically a mini pinhole camera -- mini enough just so it fits in your mouth. The creator, Justin Quinnell, has also made a "A Day in the Life of My Mouth" here. The resulting surrealistic images really look like they were taken from another dimension! Frankly speaking I think its really creepy-looking and bordering grostesque.. Really fascinating though!

-via Photojojo

Save meeeeeeee x_X

I have a MAJOR sculpture assignment due tomorrow that was given to us about 5 weeks ago to complete. Knowing me of course I havent got myself started at all ):

And I still don't feel like getting started!! Someone please come over and kick my lazy butt!


P.S. Dear friends! Exams end this week for me so letza hang out sometime next week!!!!

Exams are over but the workload is mounting! At this present moment I am incredibly frustrated at myself for allowing myself to promise commitment to so many things. My handphone calendar for December is glaring angrily at me in red (single events) and black (double or more events) and this makes me annoyed because I have left myself with no time at all for myself and my wonderful sweethearts with whom I have been planning spectacular gettogethers with! I want to go around Singapore and take photos and make mini art journals with old construction paper and readreadread and play bridge with my anteaters at fort canning and make chrismas cards and presents for everybody and go shoppingggg with my mummy! But instead my December will be rushrushrush, workworkwork, rehearserehearserehearse and tonnes and tonnes of travelling which is such a pain sometimes. Some of these events excite me because I'm working with people I know and love and who have gone through it all together with me, but some are just. so. goddamn. frustrating. it. makes. me. want. to. scream. WHY!!! WHY WAS I SO FOOLISH!!! Alas, I have overestimated my tenacity. Garrr important life lesson here!

Sighhhh and what makes things even more annoying: to have to give up certain activities that interests me more than what is compulsory to participate in.


I can't believe I've given up two holidaying opportunities because of all of this ):

RARRRRRRRR ):< ):< ):<

(I apologise for this incredibly angsty and juvenile rant; you would feel angsty and juvenile too, if you'd listened to Hillary Duff's "Down Santa Claus Lane" involuntarily for almost fifty times in a row over a span of two and a half hours.)

Everybody! My sister and her boyfriend bought me a pair of Papillio Birkenstocks! o.O!!! Aren't they the most gorgeously generous couple in the universe!! :D :D :D



Last friday was my last official day at work. Don't really have much to say, and all I have to say to the kids is on the artblog (: Went back again to collect some stuff and hand over the work, and was so incredibly happy to be back, and not having to teach! A/HS is a nice place actually, because it's atop a hill (which also means that you have to scale like 50,000 steps before reaching the actual building) and so you have an almost unobstructed view of the sky! Skies there are almost always a deep brilliant blue, which is very beautiful and full of hope.


I look like one of them! I am Karma Karmeleon! :D

Expect more pictures soon, maybe.

On the 6th of July, 2006, one of my most beloved friends in the world left us piled on top of each other on this island for the vastness that is Australia. Before all the tears and emotion, there is DINNER! (X


Carls Jr.'s juicy burgers :D


Journal I made Nessah.



Look, it's us!

There're loads more pictures (well over a hundred!) but the connection is dozy so I'll leave that for another time! I miss you my crazy butcher!!!! SAY HELLO PLEASE!!!

( 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1 )


UPDATE
OMG! My HOD just came and asked me if tomorrow is my last day of work!! Turns out that the person I'm reliefing only requested four weeks! But she's extending her leave so I get to teach for one extra week.. I think. I'm a little confused. I'm glad it's ending soon, but I don't want it to end SO soon! /:

TGIF!! :D
Hurrah! Though I have lessons stacked on top of each other today (of which 2 classes I have not seen since school started, and are wayyy behind), it's good day because I'm going back to VJ later! :D Might get pizza, like the good ol'times, or might order food from Jancy! I miss the old art room though. I've been doing a lot of missing recently; was talking to my BELOVED CS via email and we remembered our compulsive card-playing habits and how we'd stay back after econs on wednesdays and hide in the V Block classrooms to satisfy our CARD LUST. Will be seeing them again tomorrow for Attack of the Jigsaw Part II :D

SO anyways today will be a good day and I shan't rile myself up over things in class because it's going to be all over soon and I might as well grin and bear it!
(Many many things are threatening to spill in that last sentence but I don't quite have freedom of speech as long as I'm still where I am.)

OMG uni foc is actually next week! I took leave for this week already and was deep in the holiday mood and now I have to go back to work ): Am going to recap China to cheer myself up! :D (Warning: LOTS of photos! If they don't show up, hit 'refresh' or just right-click and 'show picture'.)

They say foreign countries teach you a lot, and since I really need to psyche myself into teacher-mode right now I'll tell all that I've seen/felt/tasted! :D

Lesson #1:
When you've had dim sum in China, everything in Singapore from Yum Cha to Ding Tai Fung is a rip off and a half.


The best guo tie everEVER.


All gone! :D (This was actually the xiao long bao)

Lesson #2a:
You don't have to go to Italy to meet "gondoliers"!


The lady "gondoliers" clean rubbish from the lake.


The male ones ferry tourists around (: (This is our man!)

Lesson #2b:
Neither do you have to travel to Hong Kong to meet Andy Lau.


I saw Andy Lau* in Shanghai**! :D

*'swax statue
**'s Madam Tussad's

Lesson #3:
Peacocks are pretty...




...but white peacocks win the beauty contest!



Lesson #4:
In China, everyone speaks Engrish.






I don't know about you, but my pens are usually of the non-feed variety.

Lesson #5:
People dry food _everywhere_.


In front of laundry...


...beside the lake...


...even on the mountains!


Look, there's meat too!

Lesson #6:
When it comes to light pollution, Singapore has got nothing on Shanghai. I swear, the moment the sky looks the slightest shade of indigo, lights flick on. It's really a city that never sleeps, or at least a City That Never Saw Starlight. (The lights make it so cloudy that everything the sky is a thick, heavy grey.)


Their busiest street; it's like Orchard Road, only bigger and posher (everything is expensive here o.O)


Night view from a boat.


Night view of the city from 200+ storeys.

Lesson #7a:
Everyone loves bunny ears.




Whip out your cameras and watch everyone running to put bunny ears on everyone else!








Lesson #7b:
Everyone also likes making faces.
















Actually, I think we just like taking photos :D


We still love bunny ears though! (Note the mysterious ears sprouting from the tops of our unsuspecting heads.)


Lesson #8:
Climb every mountain you get the opporunity to. It's worth it (:


Huang Shan is full of steps...and more and more steps o.O


This is what we hiked alongside to :D


Somewhere along the way we actually met 5 Singaporeans hiking by themselves with only the aid of a chinese map! Very cool (:











Actually, it was only after coming home and viewing the photos that made me realise the majesty of it all. When you're climbing the mountain, the mantra is 走路不看景，看景不走路 (don't walk and view the scenery at the same time), and since walking time > standing around time, you don't really get to see a lot. Besides, you'll be wayy to tired to really appreciate what is around you! Planning to go back sometime in autumn though, it will be magnificent!


Sunrise! (:

Got up superr early to watch the sunrise! Had to hike for about another half hour in the dark and taking a detour (went the wrong way at first) before getting there! Didn't get many good photos though; was blocked by trees and mountains ): It's freezing cold up in the mountains! The hotels actually provide winter coats, but no human bean can don it without lookng like Moses Lim (tried and proven).

Lesson #9a:
China is actually a very romantic country; there's a story behind everything they do, and every individual carving on those wooden beams of gu zhuang houses.




Lovers/families can buy locks with engraved names & date and fasten it on the chain links, securing love/peace for all eternity.


One of the more crowded chain links.

On second thought, maybe it's just that they know how to milk the commercial cow for all it's worth.

Lesson #9b:
Singaporeans are *not* romantic.




Case in point: A flock of birds kept flying above us in circles while we're on one of the Thousand Islands and the first time they did that, *everyone* ducked.

SY: Just now they fly past us hor, then I so scared they will shit on our heads!
Random: Ya loh ya loh!


Lesson #10:
Before drinking tea, give your eyes a steam bath; it's supose to help your eye muscles relax or something.




Lesson #11:
Globalisation is everywhere. Look at Shanghai now!


Nanjing road, their Orchard+City Hall equivalent (Refer to above night scene for more details).


The same street, from another angle.

A week ago that row of China flags were 7-up ad flags. Towards the end of our trip Shanghai was preparing for a major conference with the other bigwigs (US, etc) and hence the sudden display of national pride.


See what I mean by everywhere?

Lesson #12:
Commies love their drink :D


Oh yes we do!











Lesson #13:
My brother secretly harbours dreams of being a...giraffe??



OKAY that's the enough lessons for the day! There's actually a lot more to the trip, but am too lazy to post everything (700+ digital, 11 rolls 35mm, 5 rolls lomo) so will end about here. There're no photos for where I had the most fun though, like the night parties and last day manic shopping and bargaining (bargaining in China is *super fun*) because I was too busy having fun to remember to take photos! ): When it comes down to it, photo whoring is only for when one needs to fill up time P:

Alrighty! A few more random pictures and we're done (:


Jellyfish!

This was taken at the Shanghai underwater world, which is HUGE. It's actually a collaboration with the Singapore Underwater World, so the reception lobby had Singapore travel brochures and things like Visit Singapore! all over the place, which was a little surreal at the beginning.


Pretty fruit! There were actually three orange slices, but my uncle ate one while I was composing the photo X:


I think this is their TV tower! It's about 200+++ storeys, and the lift ZOOMS up.



The children, paying attention for once (:



Family photo! 再见了，中国！

( +3 )

Today was a busybumblebee day!

We don't have to go to school tomorrow = no more Meghna and Madhu forever! Excuse me, I'd love to stay and chat but I've got to sweep up the broken remnants of my heart.

EXAMS ARE OVER = NO MORE INVIGILATION!!!
Hurrah!! Though I must admit, I'm not a very good invigilator!

Anyway big backload dump before going back to marking my ten thousand other assignments:


LastX2 Friday:

Went Chinatowning with Pricks! We bought _so much_ stuff okay, and kept spending each other's money because we kept finding things for each other! Haha :D Combed the super ulu People's Park Complex (or something) and managed to dig up a few good finds! And most of the stuff was rather cheap, except for a couple of tai tai shops (though I don't know which tai tai would go shopping there..).

Then Pricks wanted to bring me to the cool shops at Lucky Chinatown's basement, but apparently all the storeowners went for teabreak or something, because it was a ghosttown there. But they had cute toilet signs! :D



( door signs )

Got hungry along the way and saw this:



I bought the pink one! It was quite yummy, but rather expensive (60c for a rather small thing). But it's pretty, so the expense was justified (:

Shopping at Chinatown is rather funky (horrible word I know, but the only thing I can think of now), because you have ethnicity and quirkiness all melded together! And if you know secret languages, you can converse in it and pretend that you're a tourist from some exotic country (:



( you sure it's pure )

Went to J8 with her and we took neoprints! Hooray for instant digital imaging and magical Japanese digital touch-ups! The first machine we saw had this:



Excuse me, how can anyone not run in immediately and take ten billion neoprints in a booth that has such a quirky sofa?? Even if it was priced at an exorbitant rate of 10$?

( look at the remote! )

The photos turned out rather disappointing though, because we were only allowed 6 shots, so it was all over very quickly ):



( huzzah! )

Today was a good day! Though my radio kept mysteriosly tune itself to some Chinese station everytime I took my earphones off to talk to Madhu. Strange powers are running amok in the staffroom!

In a bid to "stay" healthy, I skipped ordering chickendrumstick and got this mysterysauceslatheredfish instead (when put that way, I have no idea what possessed me to think that it was actually a healthier option!) What a rude shock I got when I discovered that the aforementioned fish was SARDINE!!! ): ): ): Thank goodness it's covered in such yummy sauce! (I've been terrified of sardines after kindergarten, where I was served sardinepastesandwiches for almost every other teabreak)

I miss VJ food ):

(Yes dear readers, from the comment above you may safely confirm the fact that I am indeed in dire straits and fallen victim to the Association of Tiny Canteens With Even Tinier Menus.)

Incredibly Nice And Kind Teacher Who Gets Taken Advantage Of: Hey class, if you guys keep quiet I'll let you bring music to play okay.

Class: -does the whoooo-cheer thing- Can we go and get now? The CD's in class.

I.N.A.K.T.W.G.T.A.O.: No, not today. Maybe you can bring next week, and if you're good I'll let you play your own.

Random Hormone Charged Pack-rats: -giggles- -whispers- Play your own...-gigglegigglegiggle-

RT is fun though, because you know the daily droll and nonsense is only temporary. It isn't a dramatic job - no changing lives or guiding kids to reach their own little epiphanies - but it is rewarding in small ways, like when people you recognise smile and greet you, or when a class whom you think you handled badly with waves and shouts your name from a floor above. Still, it is rather surreal to be a teacher now and babysit kids who don't really care for the subject you teach, and much rather wriggle their bottoms on top of other's (same gender, no less) laps. And those aforementioned butt-wrigglers are not girls, so 4 years of girls' school ed cannot prepare me for this incredibly puzzling phenomemon, because my older years of co-ed schooling had taught me that all boys are homophobic. Of course, that may be just because I'm a stuffy old fogey and am out of touch with the ways of all things youthful and liberal.

Boy #1: Eh, write 'n00b'!
Boy #2: Huh?? How to draw n00b?
Boy #1: Aiyah don't care la, also not we draw!

Pretty Attached Office Lady: -on music- Have you heard of Kings of Convenience? They're pretty good.

Hopeless Flirt Who Hits On P.A.O.L. Unabashedly At Every Opportunity: -more eager than Trixie at the notion of going for a walk- Oh yes yes.

P.A.O.L.: -plays her KOC CD- Their lyrics are pretty weird though. It's like random words. -googles lyrics-

H.F.W.H.O.P.A.O.L.U.A.E.O.: Oh ya huh.. It's like as long as it rhymes. -Pause- Do you write poetry?

P.A.O.L.: Yeah, I used to, last time.

H.F.W.H.O.P.A.O.L.U.A.E.O.: Hey me too you know. Then ah when I cannot think of anything then I'll anyhow han tham*. As long as it rhymes can already. You know ah sometimes when I read those poetry people write -pause for dramatic effect- never rhyme one you know! Then can get those nobel prize one leh! (Ed's note: Oh the sin and horror!)

P.A.O.L.: -polite stunned silence, probably trying to come to terms with the stupidity that is alive and breathing beside her- Not all of them need to rhyme ma. There are a lot of types - like numbers and patterns --

H.F.W.H.O.P.A.O.L.U.A.E.O.: Oh no, for me, they must rhyme.


han tham*: to do something without effort, in Singlish, any-old-how do


On a brighter note, I went to Books Actually the other day and was so blown away by it's fantastic-ness I actually got a headache! Emulating a cosy study room, vintage toys (which I was told, were personal collections -- running a bookstore and collecting vintage toys as a hobbby! Imagine that!), antique typewriters and old accordians are tastefully littered around the little sqaure space, framing the shelves and shelves and shelves (three in total) bursting with (hard-to-find) edition of books. There was a shelf dedicated to somewhat more mainstream/popular fiction too, making the place friendly for non-literary types, or those who might be offended by the volumes of non-rhyming poetry on the opposite end of the room. The place is so amazing it should be on The Official Chinatown Map, Singapore Edition! I could be a tour guide and give a tour guidey speech -- look here, behold this space tucked in between an entirely different culture/language/time made of dragon-topped temples and shophouses. This is the creation of young and spirited Singaporeans of today, and that was built with the sweat/tears/blood of their forefathers; and this is Singapore, a small country big enough to display generations of dreams, lapping, overlapping, and integrating with one another. Sweethearts, please let me know if you want to visit Chinatown one weekend and we can devote a day to frolicking, food, and fun!

(I desperately want to blog about the delicious rainbow sprinkled chocolate doughnut I had yesterday but I need to upload the picture first!)

My office has two tins of amazingly yummy Bengawan Solo sugee cookies (one cashew, but they both taste the same really -- powdery and yet surprisingly crunchy) that no one but me seems to have fallen in love with. Self-awareness is the only thing that is keeping me from devouring the aforementioned delicious things by the tin. (Apart from the knowledge that if I did consume them by the tin, they'd only last me two days of course.)

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The best thing about my workplace (apart from the sugee cookies) is the location! I mean, transport costs aside (I spend more than 50$ a month shuttling between work and home -- what?? How can I keep up with these crazy expenses with my meagre pay??), the building is located (almost) right beside Chinatown!! Went exploring the other day during lunch and I found this Chinese wedding pastry shop!! I loveLOVE baked goods, especially wedding pastries because their existence is happiness and unity and hardly anyone gives them out anymore, prefering to send western fancies like personalised chocolates and cream cakes. The Chinese-style Cupcake With Red Bean Paste (why must translations of Chinese food always sound so awkward) I had wasn't really yummy though -- it was too hard and heavy X: No matter, there are still like fivethousand other varieties to sample! :D

About five minutes later I discovered MAXWELL FOOD CENTRE!! Depite being an utter foodie, I've never been to this tourist trap which supposedly plays host to the best of Singaporean fare. But! This place had SO MUCH FOOD! I'm a local fare > cafe-style person because a) local fare is cheap and b) it usually tastes good, and if not, you wouldn't feel cheated about paying 24.95$ on it because it doesnt cost 24/95$! Maxwell seems oddly forced upon the skirts of the CBD though, because while you'd expect your fellow food-enjoyers to be your average heartlander, you find yourself amidst 50billion busy corporate types rushing through the lunch hour, which is a pity because they barely even get to taste their 3/4/5$ delight.

And I made a secret friend! Okay actually it was a one-sided friendship because she didn't know I was making friends with her. After ambling around the quieter bits of Chinatown for about 5 minutes or so (I'm not sure, time seems to pass differently when one is exploring, and alone) I noticed this (really) little old lady who had been in front of me all this while, semi-stuggling with her (I presume) grocery bag. Wanted to ask her if I could help, but I didn't want to startle her (she looked the sort), so I just followed her out of a curious mix of curiousity, concern and nothingelsebettertodoanyway-ness. There's this long stretch of shophouses at one end of Chinatown dedicated to wedding photography/boutiques and that was the place we came to, after a while. She seemed enraptured by the wedding gowns, both the lushly adorned and the elegantly simple, pausing increasingly frequently for gradually longer spans of time to take in these gowns that have taken over the brilliant reds of her time. She seemed awed and sad at the same time, looking up at the grandeur of the mannequins that towered over her diminuitive self, and I followed behind, all the while absorbing her sadness and amazement. She led me all the way to Tanjong Pagar, where the hustlebustle resumed and broke the quiet spell of the wedding boutiques before commiting the ultimate betrayal -- jaywalking! Across a semi-busy two-way street no less! I stood stunned in the middle of the pathway before the full impact of what she did sank in. In that swift four seconds she totally destroyed the entire impression of her (small, fragile and lonely -- in the old way, not the no-family way) that I'd built in the 25 minutes we were together and I was so sure of which led me to feel the need to follow and protect her -- from being alone? I'm not sure. I think part of my outrage stems from the fact that she left me to endanger herself and I couldn't protect her, which made me realise that it was my own loneliness which I'd been trying to avoid.

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Did you know that you can download mini-programs (widgets) for your iMac/iBook? I've downloaded Say Cheese! (a comic generator), a Fantasy name generator, a Shakespearenesque-insult generator, crossword and sudoku applications to keep me from the boredom that will ensue once my internet connection is taken away from me. Today I am Horst Diamond Salve and you are an artless crook-pated strumpet.

Today was the last day of my stint at what vane calls the Iraqi Rental of Arms Syndicate! (With all the crazy birdy terrorists on youth and freedom, she doesn't know how close she is) The best thing about that would probably be not having to hear your name being mispronounced twohundredandsixtythreepointfive times a day.

NAME 1, SCENE 1
TQ: Hi good morning/afternoon; how may I help you?
Caller: Hello? May I know who is this speaking?
TQ: TQ.
Caller: Huh?? What??
TQ: TQ.
Caller: PQ??
TQ: Uh, no. TQ.
Caller: BQ??!????
TQ: No no, T-Q.
Caller: How do you spell that please?
TQ: Just 'T' and 'Q'
Caller: OHH!! TQ is it? Ohhhh.../ TQ? Oh, your name very special ah!/ TQ?? What a strange name you have ah.

NAME 2, SCENE 2
TQ: Hi good morning/afternoon; how may I help you?
Caller: Hello? What is your name please?
TQ: Tze Qi.
Caller: Oh, Tracey is it?
TQ: No. Tze Qi.
Caller: Daisy?
Tze Qi: No. Tze Qi.
Caller: Ci Ci??
TQ: *really slowly and loudly* _Tze_ _Qi_
Caller: Zee Zee???? I'm sorry how do you spell that please?
TQ: T-Z-E Q-I
Caller: w-e-z-i?
TQ: NO. T-Z-E Q-I
Caller: *still sounding puzzled* Okay nevermind./ Orh..teezi is it? Good morning ah teezi!/ Weeki? What a strange name you have ah.

As you can see, clarification of my name alone takes up 99.98172% of the total call time. Why don't I just use my surname, I hear you ask. Because "Your surname is like our boss one ah, so you don't tell people your surname or else they think it's penalty or what okay." -__- Do you know how ego-defeating it is to be told "What a strange name you have ah."?? It's like walking down the street and being told by a random stranger that your nostrils look silly and you shouldn't have any at all. And you people wonder why I waddle around like a deflated duck all the time.

Of course, other finer points of being liberated from the nineteenth storey include not having to deal with deranged douchebags making moronic demands or sitting around like a lump of meat waiting for aforementioned deranged douchebags to make moronic demands or entertaining bored CPFsustained-ers (no pensioners in Singapore because no pension in Singapore!) who call toll-free numbers 17 times a week to ask the same questions overandoverandoveragain. Worst thing about leaving? Ummm...gee, I used to think I had an answer for everything! Guess not.

Anyway! What am I going to do next now that I've slipped into temporary part-time (I'm still tutoring) unemployment? I've been keeping this to myself because I didn't want to jinx it -- some time ago I went for a design internship interview and I've been accepted! :D So everything is good and fine -- of course, my pay prolly won't be enough to cover the cost of the wardrobe the job requires, but still! It is quite exciting :D

Blaire: My office will be at shenton way which is 5m away from Chinatown! More photoboothing moments coming soon!! :D

Today was the best working day of my entire working career (granted, it hasn't been that long). Small and sweet apples, Delifrance tarts, tea and tart cookies!

Note to everyone: Be rude to your friendly customer service officer and run the risk of hatemail forever.


YUX: I can't seem to reply to your comment! Anyway I wanted to say, that if you go to school now, you'll notice this HUGE banner above the canteen featuring three boys in winter suits smiling at this slogan: "BE COOL. CHILL OUT AT THE SC SCTUDENTS' LOUNGE" (or something like that). Perhaps the school's financial board i.e. our dearly beloved hippyhop principal was feeling guilty about bestowing such extravagant gifts to just about everystudentbodyintheschool, they'd decided that it was time to admit that well yes, we do exist!

There is someone in my office who has Aaron Kwok all over one wall of her cubicle, and Jesus Christ all over the other.



You know something is wrong with your workscope when you're beyond yourself because someone's handed you a huge stack of accounts for suppression. However, my magical stack of accounts only lasted me 2 1/2 days so I am lonely again! Anyways, I have no work tomorrow (hurray!) so that I'll worry about what to do on Monday.

Having to go to work is like having a Big Fat Grey and Lazy Leech on your back all the time, and even more so when you have nothing to do all day! I get an average of 65 calls per day over the span of 8.5 hours (minus 1 hour for lunch) so the rest of the time I just sit around like a lump of meat waiting for the phone to ring. At least I'm being well paid for the youth forsaken! Though I don't know how much of it actually goes to me, because the Crappy Payroll Fiend says I can only buy my Zara blazer when I'm 55 years old.

The pathway outside the side gate of my condo is undergoing repairs, and they've erected a little plank-bridge for us residents to still be able to use the sidegate. The Perilous Plank makes going home feel like Fear Factor! (Without so much Fear.)