I woke up to a disturbing sms.

7.36 am
From Loony

Hey girls one cluster of h1n1 is linked to butter factory and I'm feeling ill. :(


Then another disturbing sms.

16:08
relay to staff-Staff meeting on Wednesday 9pm. Only teachers who been to affected country will not attend.

Then another call..
17:42
Is my bor with you? Do you know where she is? The groomers called to say that the car is ready but she is nowhere to be found.

Really. The Boo has a weak heart!

Why? with 140 words or characters , what are you trying to achieve?

I don't bother. When I first encountered twitter, I followed the hype and got an account. Then, I realised, eh siao la... must constantly update one.. ala some gossip mill kind of thing. Hmm. Then mine would be be really boring, especially when I go back to work.

Imagine this:

0926: dammit. what the !@#$%. So much marking to do and its Monday.
1036: recess and the food never fails to bore me.
1336: Man. Another colleague wearing tights as pants AGAIN. seriously.
1546:Afternoon heat and remedials dont go. 40 children and a teacher baked.
1623: one stack of marking done. There are still compos, lesson plans, remarks, CCA admin and other mundane yadaa yadaa..


I doubt that I will ever post anything info-worthy. *cringes*

Nah. Tweeting is not for me.

The other thing i wanna gripe about is the service at a 'oh so hot' club. You know, the club that draws many gossip girls wannabes?

Well.. the service there is less than desirable. I wonder if anyone has complained yet.

So the girls headed to the bar to nurse their parched throats only to have UGLY bartenders ignoring them. You can tell that they are really ignoring you. Come on, which sensible man walks towards you, then averts his gaze so intentionally thereafter fiddling with the receipt or cash that is in his hands? How can anyone be so lazy? Even more classic was this ONE bartender who ignored with the broken wrist wave. Hallo, I take that as a no, you don't want to take my order so I must attempt to beg a drink out of another guy right?

Then this *peet* of a fella decided to make my drink after all. Of course, angelic, all service oriented B hurriedly stopped him.

You know what this audacious fella did???

He marched up to me, and said steely with his beady eyes fixed on me,

we called the lam o great before butter and the agreement was this

if u wake up for service... no cell....


its 4.25 AM.  service is at 10..

the darling grid has told me to wake her up..


how is it possible?

*arghhhhh*


wake me up before u go go.....


*arghhhhhh*

Quite literally and metaphorically.

I do think that the two are closely linked to my general wellbeing.

I shan't dwell on that. I was just watching a particularly disturbing episode of one of the hk dramas on cable. The woman was basically on a psychotic rampage because she believes that her fiance is having an affair with his colleague who had earlier professed her feelings to him.

I was cringing every minute of it because she has done all things possible to prove to the opposite sex that women had the potential to

1) jump to illogical conclusions
2) verbally abuse anyone and anything in sight
3) become psychologically and possibly hormonal inbalanced

And of course, very predictably, her fiance who is opressed by her tyrannical nature decides that he would much rather go for something more sane instead. He fulfills her prophecy.

My two cents worth?
Really, never ever fight for a man whose heart you can't own.

好心被雷击.

God save his soul.

The minute I typed the last report book remark in, I could (in all dramatic fashion) feel the chains binding me break free. Enough of such cliche nonsense.

The bad temper of mine is doing me injustice of late and I blame it on hormonal changes and flu-like symptoms that are harassing me. While I don't have irritating friends, they have sure been annoying the impatient B with their less than favourable idiosyncrasies. I even think I am very benevolent to use this euphemism on them because I am beginning to think that they are just 

I had meant to lament over the incredulous criteria set by the SPH-NAC Golden Point Award (GPA) 2009 only to realise that I had actually mis-read the rules and regulations.

What an embarrassment.

But really, if I had to submit a short story consisting of a minimum of 5000 words, what can I possibly dwell on? I highly doubt that I have travelled enough nor seen much to spin a reasonably long short story. It would hardly be enthralling. While there are definitely ideas that I can extend on, I think that they lose their story worthiness  if they have to be 5k words long. 

The bimbo side of me would perhaps enjoy penning a story a la 'Shopholic'. I wouldn't mind writing a book about the fashion faux pas that I have encountered, even possibly mine. Hurhur.. The 'Chanel seeking quest of an improverished teacher' doesn't sound too bad either.

Then it dawned upon me that the 'teacherly habit' is deeply ingrained in me. I only start to think about what I can write when there is a visible endpoint, ie the competition deadline. Man, whatever happened to

Minutes ago, I was just speaking to a friend. I told her about my intentions of working overseas. The dreary feeling of being literally stuck in the neighbourhood was something that I don't want to feel any longer.

Then, itchy backside me decided to read dailybread for some direction.

that if she can say she's in trouble, she will then have the capacity to reconcile the conflict. After all, she's not stupid.

Its a matter of whether she wants to.

Ah. yawn.

Don't forget I'm good at it.

By now, one would know.. FB is the way to go for updates of anyone you wish to pry on.

Won't be updating anytime soon, catch signs of B on FB.

b slips away with h to a secret world. She hopes she goes unnoticed. However, G knows.

The conflict.

I am currently spending my virgin t3 experience with 25 other squealies. it is most unfortunate that we had to march right past the dfs shops.

strangely, i'm homesick already. maybe because I haven't had the time to breathe before I had to hustle off to the airport. I have been valiantly trying to clear my deadlines before I disappear.

oh well. I hope this is some sort of a holiday.

one funny thing to keep me up in the wintry place.

'he's only a so- so date lah'

haha. thanks thing.

Unfortunately, it is not me.

The Boo's gut feel is always right.

I must trust that He has planned well for me.

Dad noticed the picture bible that I bought over the weekend. The bible is a simplified comic version that I purchased to help facilitate the teaching of bible characters in kids cell.

He marvelled at it and was intrigued. He asked me if he could borrow it.

A good start. Thanks, God.

if you ask me, I think some habits really die hard.

You,

are part of my bad habit.

Then comes the thought about believing that things that I have set out for myself, some goals, especially spiritual ones will not follow through. I'm definitely not wearied out at such an early part of the year but its this uncertainty that could very well let the bad habits supersede whatever good deeds that I have done.

sigh.

Will I be defeated by the self fulfilling prophecy?

Time flies not when you are enjoying it immensely but simply because there are not enough hours in the day to finish your work. A lot has happened to me within this short span of time and I'm wondering still if I should blog it in. Sadly, I don't have the luxury of time because the never-ending pile of work just accumulates itself.

Breathes.

Despite not being able to finish my work, I couldn't resist responding to the FB tag.

Here's mine. I'm back to my burrow of work.

Aiyah, got tagged like 3 times. It would seem improper not to do it.

Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you!


1) I can sleep forever if I want to. No, not forever but I have been "praised" for my ability to hibernate.

2) I have a thing for the colour purple. From Barney to Brinjal.

3) My surname is really not Boo but people have taken to that nick.It was in university when a schoolmate decided to call me 'Nellie Boo'.

4) I secretly think I suffer from 'ADD', attention deficit disorder. My friends can testify.

5) I'm currently hooked on 'Guitar Heroes'. I think I can play it better than the real guitar.

6) At a grand old age of 26, I have decided to twiddle fingers and try to manage some chords on a 'real' guitar.

7) I want to name my dog, Xio Bak( roast pork). It will be called Fu Xio Bak. 'R.P' for short.

8)I have always wanted a dog. The mother has threatened to throw it down from the third floor where I live. For the safety of all dogkind, I have decided not to own R.P yet.

9)I have a soft spot for 'My Melody' , 'Spongebob Squarepants' and 'Qoo'. I'm 'okaay' with the bears that care.

10) I dont understand some women and their preoccupation with "Disney Princesses". To date, I think I have attended at least three to four disney weddings and I'm not sure if its original.

11) I would like mine to be "under the sea!" With ma' pink xing zai and that yellow gay sponge.

12) I'm a serial addict. From Korean to Cantonese to Taiwanese to American.

13) I love reading too. I am currently trying to keep my reading to two books at any one time.

14) Dawn has gotten me hooked on Murakami too. Drats.

15) I am an avid blogder. I read all sorts.

16) I used to tell my friends that I want to climb Mt Everest to check out the dead frozen bodies that are left behind. Now, I'm not so sure I want to see any dead bodies.

17) I can run. The knees may not hold up for the 42km tho'. I'll just stick to 21km and below.

18) I love to blog. Especially when I have greater tasks at hand, I'll much rather blog than complete them.

19) Do not underestimate my procrastination skills.

20) A dreamer. I can literally stone in your face.

21) Recently, I've decided to quit drinking. With a nagging stich on the left, I am worried.

22) I used to think it is cool to be proposed to right before you attempt a bunjee jump. The andrenaline rush may just lead to a 'yes'.

23) I develop crushes easily.

24) I have the ability to give one the cold shoulder. Don't annoy me with your stupidity and get into my bad books.

25) My name 'Neltje' is sometimes dutch, french, german or norweigian. I really don't know which. It depends on my mood when you ask me for the meaning or origins of my name.