Saturday, April 16, 2011
the Aviation experience
Being an air stewardess was my ideal job, until i learnt i am probably too short and fat for them. Therefore i changed to being a teacher instead. I managed not to think about it until some time ago, when reading acnedotes on how awesome their lives are. I've heard stories about how falsely glorified this occupation is. Still, there's a part of me deep down which motivates me to feel like a stubborn child. It's a childhood fantasy nobody wants to let go.
Being fat, I can slim down. But being short? i don't think there's any way to get around this. ):
& worse part of all, i can't take my spects down. As tragic as all these flaws of mine sounds, it is ironically the factors which provides the stimulation fodder to want it more.
I can't get over the fact that I have to be desk-bound. True that being teachers I get to walk around, but going by this argument, I can easily dispute this by saying stewardesses are too, cabin-bound; but the stark difference is that they are deported to cabins all over the world & teachers are at best, deported all around Singapore.
): Guess the only thing to do now is to moan & wail & lament over the deficiencies of my physical attribues & await a miracle to strike; in the hopes that good karma is real & expendable in my lifetime.
Meanwhile, it remains a dream out of reach.
Friday, April 15, 2011
fei fei wanton mee
We could all use a good dinner to put a better ending to our day :D
bonkers on homework.
But the constant torture every other week about trying to do your best to perform & hope it's gonna be the essay of the century is driving me crazy. I cannot settle for substandard work. I really cannot. Call it my stupid habit or whatever you want, I really cannot stop my inclination towards making everything perfect.
I wish things can be made simpler. but too bad for me there's such a thing called "first class honours" & I want it.
though i may or may not pursue my honours, i may just stop at a bachelor, being in UniSIM & getting average grades doesn't speak much of my potential. If i'm already not in a top-notch school, i jolly well prove to the world that i'm more than what i seem to be.
& we're talking about literature here. that's the challenge. People read books. I study books. Everyday i'm honing my analytical skills, but it doesn't seem to bring me anywhere. I become too analytical, i analyse everything.
& trust me. That's not healthy at all. I can rebuke almost anybody & point out their fallacies & turn their own words against anyone if they're just not being careful. but what's the point of all of these? NOTHING. It just goes to show how bored i am.
Yes. I'm freaking bored.
So all i have to do right now is to apply for a teaching position right after i come back from US. Oh boy, i need a life.
meanwhile, i'm still struggling on my essay. Not that i dont have anything to write on, but i have trouble focusing. My parents should test me for ADHD. i may be suffering from an attention disorder.
i'm super pathetic to be suffering from inferiority complex & from a 100 word essay. It should be easy. It must be!
FOCUS CHERRYDATE. FOCUS IS KEY. i can feel the stress building up. It's the time of the year when exams are approaching. Get used to my grumbles. It'd be more frequent from now.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
the heaven too far
My life is stringed by a sequence of poorly made choices. Yet, I never found the strength to spring back onto the right track. Normalcy seems so out of reach.
I look at other's lives and I'm ashamed of mine. They were all doing so so good. I definitely do not consider enrolling into unisim and doing my favourite course a honorable phase in my life. I could have done so much more but I wasnt determined enough. Sigh.
I was offered to go overseas to study last year. I was so happy! But my dad's offer came too late. I put in so much effort in my homework and scored so well that i didn't want to just give it all up.
But come to think of it now, I probably should have taken up his offer. I feel as if i've been robbed of an overseas experience I've always wanted. Then again, If I were to go to the US/Aussie, I have so much to give up. & I just couldn't let go.
I really, don't know what to do. I don't know what to make out of my life again. I hope the right opportunity would just come in my favour. & that point of time, I'd seize it. I'll never let it go. Not again.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
wanton mee
"sexually lawless or unrestrained; loose; lascivious; lewd: wanton behavior. " from dictionary.com 4th denotation.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
ASOS dresses
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Heel Gallery
The huge bow is SOOOOoooooo LOVELY! Gorgeous!
If you wanna browse more & have lots of cash to spare.... Here it is
Burger on the street
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
finger pointing
I have this 'friend' on facebook, he facebooked the above, which i could never agree upon regardless of whatever reasons, that the poor soldier had to shoulder all the blame for our embarassment to make such headlines to international news.
Yes, it's a big deal. to make his maid carry his fieldpack. But then again, who was the one who allowed this to be even posted online? Singaporeans. specifically the one who sent this in to STOMP. & of course, the organisation, responsible for releasing pieces of news that our fellow Singaporeans leech upon to satisfy their insatiable hunger for gossip & controversy.
Don't be mistaken. I'm not saying that the NSF wasn't at fault. I'm just saying it's unfair to say that it is he who embarrassed Singapore, because everyone in the society had a part to play, & it IS REALLY, the 'kaypoh-ness' of the people, the overly-unhealthy curiousity; the poor foundations of morals the society built upon which led to this.
& anyway, seems that such unworthy gossip is not epic enough, not even a 2-day consecutive headline material that everything had died down already.
So, just hope that our fellow people would be more tolerant towards each other. Don't be too quick to judge, becuase there may really be a reason why people do wrong. & people who succumb to finger-pointing too easily should really be more retrospective. You're not perfect either.
& of course, those who did wrong should repent & hopefully do not repeat history again. :D
As for that facebook friend. He's only a 'friend' like i stated from the start. there's really not much value to this friendship in the first place. disappointments.
then again. i believe in change.

















