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Sunday, February 22, 2009
My brother's really funny. Oh, that boy makes me laugh sometimes.
So, i've been reading... YES. I READ. (And No, smart-asses, not just magazines. Books. Novels. And yes Bryan, I can feel you smirking, WITHOUT PICTURES.)
Let's not act surpise.
So anyways, i do this thing where if I come across a word I'm not familiar (OKAY FINE. It happens often, enough) and I'll write it down and go online and check the meaning to it and try and cram the meaning into the goldfish of memory I have. And sometimes when I'm unsure of the pronounciation, I click the microphone button and the automated voice says it, and that's how I plan to expand my vocabulary.
So, I've been going at it for about 3 hours and the whole time, my brother's behind me playing some brain-cell-killing game on his PSIII and sometimes he repeats the word after the automated voice. He often says it in a tone where he's shocked that his sister 16 months his senior does not even know the mere meaning of a word so Simple. So I challenge him to explaining to me the meaning of the word, and 9 out of 10 times he gets the meaning spot on and his explaination to knowing the meaning of the word is that he's heard/seen it on WOW... What.
The first time I heard the word: Gyrating, was on Veronica Mars during the scene where she was in court and testifying against Logan's dad. See Mother, being a closet TV junkie isnt all that of a waste of time; I've learnt a thing or two. And anyways, I thought I was being really smart by asking him what this word meant and he doesn't take his eyes off his game, and continues clicking away profusely, making sure he's killing everything in his sight, sighs (the mother effer sighs!) and says: "Well. Madonna does it alot. Gyrating."
So I chose another word that sounded familiar to me did not know the exact meaning of, Legion. I looked it up online and it gave an example of the French Foreign Legion. "Do you know the French Foreign Legion?" I questioned. "... Not personally, but yes I've heard of them" He answered like I just asked him if I was fat; something Completely obvious and smthg he felt was a world-known fact. "Well. What do they do than?" I pushed on. "What. Most. Militaries. Do." He said, and took his eyes off his precious game and looked at me like I was 4 years old.
Whatever. He probably doesnt know what Gentrification, or Sangfroid or Trepidation means.
To be honest, neither do I.
Off to thefreedictionery.com I go.
Friday, February 6, 2009
I'm supposed to be doing some sort of well, Exercise. But i just had soup, so you know, I Cant. Dont wait to be throwing up my liquid dinner over the recently mopped marble floor that awaits my Mother frm her 2-week "Relaxing" skiing trip in Whistler.
So while Mother Dearest has been frolicking in the knee-high powder-fresh snow, I've been slaving away at my Job. YES. I work. Like, real serious 8 hour a day job that pays me minimum wage and contributes to my near non-existent CPF fund.
I've realised that depending on what time I manage to run (or close enough to what most people call Running, anyways) out of my house and make it onto the bus, I get to observe a different -now I dont want to use the word Species, but lack of a better word- Species of working adults. Sometimes, I'm surrounded by skinny bitches in 4-inch stilettoes and super straight hair down their back with their This Season Gucci/Louis Vuitton bag hanging off their arm, and sometimes I'm fighting for seats with Aunties with a bad perm and NTUC/Sheng Siong plastic bags.
Honestly, I prefer the latter. Me being at their weight when they're probably pregnant with twins, surrounded by them skinny bitches (most likely with good-looking boyfriends who also own This Season's Louis Vuitton man-bag) at my weight when i was 12 years old, isnt what I'd call an ego-booster in the morning. The Aunties on the other hand, however pushy when it comes to an empty seat makes me feel a little better.
OKAY. SUE ME. I get an ego boost from middle aged women with heavily traced Singaporean traits. At least I dare admit it.
Other times, it's 20-smthg year old man who are balding Wayyy too early in their life who have no sense of chivalry to offer the just freed up seat to a 19 year old girl who's trying to balance standing and not whacking the poor woman dozing off in front of her with her Motorcycle from a million seasons back.
I've been working for nearly a month now, and I gotta say, I actually Really enjoy what I do. Okay, it's nothing super-fantastic where I do super fun stuff but it Definately beats asking: "Would you like fries with that?" or EVEN WORSE, "Can I get you another size?". That is Hands Down smthg I would Never Ever go back to doing. On your feet the whole entire day and you make 0.05% on what you sell. Give me a chair to sit on and you can keep your 0.05%, thanks.
So I didnt believe it when my Mum and Dad said I'd slowly stop enjoying Chinese New Year as I grow older; I thought it was just them being bitter that it was their pockets getting emptier but it's true! Sadly. This year's record was Pathetic. I'd probably get more from my Mum if I kept attending school. Which reminds me.
Hmmmm. So many of my friends have left to go to Uni/College all over the world and this feels like such a cross-roads. I still haven't applied anywhere, just 'cause I'm embarrassed of my results, and I still don't know where I'll be in 10 months from now. In college I'm hoping. Kinda. I know for a fact my Dad will disown me if I'm not, but with the economy so bad, working for now seems like a good idea.
I miss you all the time, Dolly Doll.
Ahhhhhhhh. RENIE ]]=
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PAULIE, you heartbreaker.
My parents on me working.
This is my Dad: "Jie. Do you want to keep working a job that pays you a Pathetic thousand dollars a month (FYI, it pays More than that), or making big bucks once you've got your degree and with a Real job?"
This is my Mum: "Yeah, good. Work. Oh by the way, you're no longer getting an allowance."
My parents on the insanely high Uni fees.
This is my Dad: "Jie. Don't worry about it. Your job right now is to study and my job is to make sure I can support you."
This is my Mum: "TA! STOP BEING SO SELFISH. The economy is so bad right now, how can I possibly afford 80K a year for you? And how do I know you wont throw it all down the drain like you have the past two years?!"
I'm just grateful I'm not bipolar.
But in the role of the fillial daughter, I really wouldnt make my Mum spend so much on me when God knows putting me back in Melbourne with friends I haven't seen in more than 2 years and being over the legal age of buying alcohol, I'd probably be on a flight back to Singapore within 2 months and impregnated. No, but my Mum have asked me to think about the local private schools, and... well, I'm still thinking. Not too fond of the idea but, worse comes to worse- Beggars cant be choosers.
Btw, I totally changed topics. I was talkin about CNY.
So, the entire CHOO FAM (minus Khor, sadly) went back to Bangkok to celebrate it 'cause my Dad was sick of it being in Singapore every year, or so he says. I know what he's Really thinking: Now I wont need to give annoying 6 year olds I dont even know or not even related to my hard-earned money. HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA. I'M KIDDING. TOTALLY KIDDING. My Dad's not stingy that way. Never was, probably never will be. But since we've got a gorgeous home there now, it only made sense to spend quality family time in Bangkok during the festives.
Shopping? Not so much. Eating? ... Well. I'm surprised people haven't gotten up to offer their seats to me 'cause I could probably pass of as a pregnant teenager.
What? The goggles were for when I did laps. Or tried to.
Neways, I've got the morning shift tmr so I'm hitting the sack early!
CHANTAL, out.
xoxo