5 Jul 08


everyday life | Posted on 5 July 2008

Thank God it’s Friday Night! Wo0o0o0oo0t!

My first weekend after 4 days as a full-time working adult!

And I went shopping! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Our pay hasnt even come in yet, but we spent a truckload of moolah already! I bought 2 pants and several tops for work! The best part about work is that we dont have to wear formal all the time! Saves us the trouble of having 2 wardrobes and BUYING TONNES OF HEELS WHICH WOULD KILL OUR FEET EVERYTIME WE WALK UP HILL AND DOWN HILL. So that means I can buy whatever normal clothes I can wear on a regular basis out! Wheeeeeeee! Hello semi-formal/smart casual! We have dress-down-day everyday! Just no jeans though. And I think when we actually start going to 1-on-1s, we should wear heels to look more presentable.

Nevertheless, I can wear like knee-length tailored pants to work cause my job requires me crawling around on my knees at times, hiding and occasionally jumping around like a rabbit. Oh did I mention too, cartoons and kids educational programmes are my favourite teevee shows now. Not that I didnt already watch Kids Central on a regular basis, but now, I gotta pay more attention to the way they say things and make funny noises! Hahaha!

The place is fabulous cause most of the people there are our age, the seniors and supervisors are probably not that VERY MUCH older and they are super friendly. There are tonnes of entertainment stuff in the premises and there’s even a Wii! WAHAHAHAHA. We can help ourselves to coffee, tea and milo, although I think that’s primarily because the mini-mart next door doesnt really stock much. Food is a little hard to get especially if you want to snack, but it’s only a 15 minute walk to the whole stretch of coffee shops that serve chicken rice, cai peng, Western, nasi padang, zi char and even pizza! Okay. The coffee shop doesnt serve pizza but there’s a Canadian pizza joint just next to the cluster of coffee shops and there’s even Cold Storage and Coffee Bean across the road. Wheeeeeeeeee!

Training has been intensive and we’ve already gotten our feet wet with 2 cases both of which are on very different ends of the spectrum. And we’ve also had one of the important people come down all the way from the States and sit in our trainings. Now THAT was nerve-wrecking because these people can REALLY read your behaviour. But we think that he might not actually be watching us. Hrm….

Anyway, here are several memorable quotes for me from the first week of work.

“Somehow they way you do it, isnt quite right. I think it’s because….. your voice is too sexy.”

“Hi darling……..”

“Let’s practise sitting nicely.”

“You are such a pretty girl.”

“Actually in real life, Im a housewife.”
*insert stunned silence*


“You are so wonderful.
Wonderful. wonderful. wonderful.”

“I want my mommmmmyyyy.”

“Indoor shoes. Outdoor shoes. Indoor shoes. Outdoor shoes.”

“Bubble in the hat!”

*points to Barney*
“Big eyes”
*point to self*
“Small eyes”

“I am… Barney!”

“Where’s YOUR face?”

I think there are more, cause we keep laughing over and over again at them during lunch. Others we coo over. And sad to say, there wont be as many pictures of my workplace and me in the process as you would like. The work I do is CLASSIFIED. If I told you, I would have to kill you. Hahaha. The kids are SUPER adorable and they’re all just so amazing in their own ways. I think I could learn a thing or two from them. Haha.

I think it’ll be tough when we’re left alone on our own after the first month, but like any other exercise, it will only become easier and soon I WILL REALLY READ YOUR MINDS. MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! The bunch of us consider ourselves lucky, because not many psych grads from Universities go into the field. And with this job we’re really hoping to further ourselves and eventually gain enough experience to move on to the Masters level. Wo0o0o0o0ot!

Okay. I have been guilty of wordy pictureless posts recently. Next post you will be high on the pretty okay. In the meantime, be good.


1 Jul 08

5 Steps to Voting Me for Best Photo Blog!

Uncategorized | Posted on 1 July 2008

Remember the Singapore Blog Awards I mentioned previously?



Voting has started and I need you guys to help me out!
In fact, anyone can vote regardless of location! Wheeeeeee!

Steps are as follows! It’s so simple!

Step 1: Just click on this button at the RIGHT HAND SIDE of the side bar (or click on the one below) and follow the instructions as narrated in the post!

You will be directed to this page.

Step 2: And it’s time to VOTE!

Step 3: You need to register for an account. Fill in with your valid email address and a password cause you stand a chance to win trips to BKK, Vietnam and MORE! I/C or Security Number or ID is a requirement because they need to ensure that you are a real human being. PLUS! If you win, you want to be sure that YOU get called!

Step 4: Click on my mug.

Step 5: VOTE!

Simple right! The best part is… YOU CAN VOTE EVERYDAY until the voting closes! YAYYYYYY! It would mean so much to me, if you can show your gratitude via your effort. And for those who have already signed up and voted, THANK YOU SO MUCH!! It really means a lot to me. Especially since I’ve spent hours on end, in front of a laggy computer editing pictures. I know you guys appreciate it! WHEEEEEEEE!

In the meantime, I will spam yall with pictures further. You know you love me, SO VOTE NOW!
Voting ends 31st July!

1 Jul 08

The Route to Commencement

everyday life | Posted on 1 July 2008

The circle of life.

What goes around comes around.

And so it goes, the very place we had our matriculation fair should be the very same place that you venture to, in the last few days of your life as an undergraduate, to collect your commencement gown.

Multi-Purpose Sports Hall 1. Or Multi-purpose Hall as they call it.

The irony was not lost on me.

As I walked into the sparingly populated hall in the early hours of the Wednesday afternoon, I noticed the layout had roughly a similar feel to that of the matriculation fair. I hurried to fill in the hardcopy order form for black sheep who hadnt kept to deadlines and ordered their gowns online. I was bent over the first few tables lined near the entrance providing details about the circumference of my head and whether or not I was going to buy or rent the gown before proceeding to the cashier area cordoned off in another part of the hall to make payment. Even there, they had to segregate and distinctly differentiate between those who were supposed to be there and others who were “scheduled for another day.” I felt like an alien. The exact same feeling I most likely experienced when I stepped into MPSH 1 the very first day I was to be called an undergraduate. All eyes were locked on you when you collected your matriculation card. They were all making sure you were keeping in line and part of a bigger grand plan. You couldn’t be different, and if you were, you had to be filed into a different category.

The first section after payment was filled with racks neatly hung with crisp pressed blue gown sans their various coloured collars. As is expected, they were all labeled according to their sizes for ease of distribution. I veered past them and made it to Section 4 (or was it 5?) unscathed. This was the section for those who had opted to purchase their gowns. After a momentary wait, the guy at the counter who had picked my slip up and disappeared behind a make-shift panel that doubled as the entrance to a storage area, called me by name and handed me 3 separate plastic bags with the dark navy blue gown, collar/sash in GOLD no less (wo0o0ot!) and a very flattened mortar board.

If you thought that was the end of it, think again. I was to proceed to the following section to collect my gown bag, but not before I was ambushed by someone from NUSS (I think) to update my particulars on the computer for the alumni database. Arms full with a semi-dripping umbrella, 3 slippery plastic bags and a camera bag in tow, I felt like them klutzy ge3ks in those American high school movies who fumble even with the simplest of actions, ie, sitting down.

But that was swift and painless, and I moved on to collect a yellow environmentally friendly bag to lug the gown and other random nonsense that they started to thrust in my direction. RSVP form for some dinner, pamphlets advertising graduation family portraits, magazines of all sorts and even an NUS Alumni card which I have yet to research its perks.

It was matriculation all over again. Where they all wanted a piece of you. Back then, you were new; you were FRESH MEAT, and they were all waiting to pounce on you. Come join US they’ll say. Take a flyer here, take one pamphlet there, take another brochure there and by the time you reached the end of the maze, your bag was chock full of randomities more than half of which were forced onto you. This time, there wasnt anything different about the way the external companies marketed their services, the only thing unlike the scenario described above was the sheer number of stalls and knick-knacks distributed.

Still, at the end of the day, I landed myself with a huge package between my legs.

No no, Im no guy. But the yellow bag consisted of goodness-knows-what amidst 3 very important articles of clothing that marks the end of a journey much anticipated.

Tomorrow I join the ranks of working adults. NO MORE CONCESSIONS! Wo0oo0o0ot!

Goodbye undergraduate days.

Arts camp seemed like yesterday.

29 Jun 08

Nuffnang’s Featured Blogger of June!

Uncategorized | Posted on 29 June 2008

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! DID YOU SEE DID YOU SEE?! Did you spy with your little eye a familiar face?

Im Nuffnang’s Featured Blogger for the Month! HAHAHAHA. Yay!
This is almost a month late. But nevertheless, in time to mark the closing of my tenure as Nuffnang’s Blogger of the Month for June!

*wipes away lone tear from cheek*

If you havent already read my write-up, read it HERE.

What’s so great about blogging you ask? Or what have I gained from exposing my life online?


The best part about blogging for me, is being able to explore so many facets of other people’s lives merely by looking at their blogs. I would say you get a deeper understanding of the person through the way they write, the way they organise their thoughts and taking a minute peek into how they lead their lives (literally!), walking in their shoes via the pictures they post! Of course this is done through exchanging links, accidentally stumbling upon some interesting site or just being incredibly kaypoh and randomly clicking on every link you see. Above all, when it comes to the blogosphere you are allowed to meet new people online! It’s so simple. Just say hello! Most people are friendly. Blogs are the new social networking tools yo!

Of course, there are the precautions you must take to ensure your safety and privacy as a blogger. Responsible blogging for one. Not giving out every single detail about yourself and your next move, the second. There are limits we can jolly well play on, but just make sure you dont cross and snap the thin blue line.

I’ve most definitely grown as a blogger. As the sands of time wore on, I’ve learnt new tips and tricks as to how to appeal to a larger audience via the way I write or take pictures. It’s like public speaking. You can only get better if you practise. I’ve picked up new skills and constantly improved myself, not just for the sake of blogging but also to add on to the arsenal of things that I can already do. Haha. I might even add that when I was doing my final exams, I thought about how I was going to frame and construct my essay much like how I was going to write a blog post. Hahaha.

It’s about growing holistically really. Writing as a tool will come in very handy, not just for blogging, but if ever in the future you need to write reports, or perhaps decide you want to be a feature writer, events writer or book author. The skill of creative thinking and getting points across succinctly is a valuable and essential one that cannot be dismissed. You can even write to your prospective lover and impress them with your use of flowery language! Haha. This saves you some green because there is no need for spending on real flowers that eventually wilt several weeks later. And I say, above all, getting in touch with your emotions and articulating them helps you come across as sincere and honest. It’s about sharpening the tool and honing the art of communication.

But enough talk, I will now leave you with a glorious self-portrait, of which you so frequently love to admire, as a way of saying thank-you for all your lovely support!

27 Jun 08

FINALLY! Sweets.sg!

everyday life | Posted on 27 June 2008

YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! After all that waiting and excited moaning anticipating, wondering what the HECK is Sweets.sg, YOU FINALLY HAVE THE ANSWER NOW!


So hop on down to THE FIRST EPISODE!
*insert fanfare trumpets*

Everyone’s been talking about it already! And the reviews are not bad!

Good job guys!

Cant wait for the second episode 2 Thursdays later!


Okay more updates later. I cant stay in front of the computer for too long nowadays cause I just went for a life-changing surgery.

But do check back for a BEHIND-THE-SCENES of Blogger’s Sweets!

24 Jun 08

Commencement. Or not.

everyday life | Posted on 24 June 2008

For all the times that I’ve been adhering to deadlines and meeting them promptly or even finishing whatever assignment earlier than stipulated, I can be a total airhead when it comes to important matters needing my attention.

Commencement for one.

Smart ol’ me missed the deadline of having to register for the all important ceremony by a mere 3 days. When I looked at the email again, I went OMG OMG WTF WTF!

[insert headdesk]


I panicked. Like anyone would. And continued going OMG OMG! HOW HOW! Should I risk not going for the ceremony and disappoint my parents AND grandparents whom already asked when my graduation ceremony was? They wouldnt be able to see me on stage (yet again), this time however in the all important blue gown and mortar board whose material origins I always suspect. A marked difference from the usual getup I’m usually in when on stage – heavy makeup, thick eyelashes, wild hair and various costumes ranging from the skimpy and trashy to the glamourous and sometimes ghetto.

I was stoked when I got my final semester’s results. HOORAY! I MADE IT! No bad grades! I didnt have to worry about staying another semester or registering for special semester. But forget to register I did. Forget to register for Commencement that is. Pffffft. I guess, to me, at the point in time, it was just a tangible ceremony to mark whatever milestone I had passed. In my mind, I had already started my job search and gotten back the results I wanted, thereby marking my own passing into the working world.

However, after some gentle persuasion on my friend’s part, I emailed the Registrar and thankfully got an email reply saying that she would manually register on my behalf. Though I might NOT be able to sit with my batch mates, it was still definitely better than not being able to attend at all. We’d still be able to take a group photo after the traditional ceremony. I would thus be able to share the last few moments of my undergraduate life with new found friends who made the entire Honours year memorable.

Tomorrow I venture into campus grounds once more to order the familiar blue gown donned by several select thousand. Again missing the deadline for online ordering of the gown I have to go down personally and do a first come first serve selection of the sizes. I think the problem will be more of WHETHER THEY HAVE A GOWN LONG ENOUGH FOR ME, rather than having to make sure that everyone else doesnt get their stinking hands on that ONE LAST gown. Great Student Sale in the Multi Purpose Hall.

Even now thinking about it, THIS WILL REALLY BE THE LAST TIME, I CAN CALL MYSELF A STUDENT. And Im somewhat getting emotional about it. After putting on the commencement gown and receiving my scroll, no more, slacking off till the last minute. No more saying, “I dont feel like going to school today” or deciding to cut class halfway because you thought the lecturer was talking crap. After which you venture to town just to blow the rest of the afternoon away and go home and spend the rest of the night online talking to your friends over MSN. Campus days were filled with lotsa freedom and you didnt really have anyone to answer to except yourself. YOU decided how good a grade you wanted to get, YOU decided whether you wanted to go to class. Sure there were expectations but you couldnt care less. And it really didnt matter whether or not you were actually talking as much in the lectures as you should be in the tutorial sessions.

But now, things are different.

However, I wont be joining the ranks of office bound people everyday for the rest of my working career. I wont be getting off the train for the next one month at Tanjong Pagar, nor Raffles Place nor City Hall. Though standard office wear will be the same, I will have more leeway in what I wear. The key thing is that it has to facilitate movement. The environment is great and they are focused on open, honest communication. No hush-hush red-taped types. No having to wait for 3 months or longer before something gets approved. No being stuck in a position you hate because you dont have the proper qualifications. In the first place, if you didnt have the right attitude nor the right skills for the job, you wouldnt have gotten a call-back.

We had 2 days of interview. The first day was a one-on-one, the second day however, was a 4 hour long, 3 round practical interview or rather, behavioural observation where YOU were the subject. We had to demonstrate our creative skills, play skill and even physical strength in front of the other candidates and two supervisors. You had to have thick-skin and not be afraid of making a fool of yourself. For that few hours anyway. By the end of the day, the bunch of us were fatigued, hungry and pretty much well-worn out. And we still had to wait till the following Monday for the results. THAT was excruciating especially since I thought I did okay.

It’s not a job for everyone. And it’s a position that will take great patience. Everyone tells me that it’s a noble job and that I must have a big heart for wanting to undertake such a challenge. But I guess it’s just something that I really want to do. For the 2 rejections that I got, one for a position that was roughly similar to this, ie. Special Needs Officer, THIS one job is the one I REALLY want. Honestly, who can have the title Behaviour Therapist to their name? PLUS, the pay packet is really not that bad comparatively.

But I’ve deviated too much from the main point. And Im horribly late.

Hello Commencement. Goodbye NUS. I will miss you.

And for those who scorn 4th year, you’re totally missing out.

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