Monthly Archives: September 2006

Sick and Squeezed-Silly Surf

Gosh, it’s been the busiest week for me!
1st, there’s CAT shit to clear and submitted on Monday morning.
2nd, there’s the SAAT interviews to administer from Wednesday to Friday. I’m not cut out to do logistics with a passion.
3rd, there’s a presentation to be made on Wednesday morning for Economic development in Asia.

For once, I’ve not OEBBS-ed at all and have been scrawling on my notebook as I undergo withdrawal symptoms!
Lastly, the freezing offices of GaNaSaikang made me sneeze and gave me a dripping nose. Now I feel like crap, sore throat, stuffed nose and all.
Great way to end the week.

On those idle moments when I get to surf aimlessly online, the IT & Law course gave me an idea. I entered my name into the search engine and tra-la! I had a shock of my life.

There’s a place in Norfolk with the same name as me! Like what the h*ll? Hahahaha!
And the site is sponsored by Barclay’s, not bad hmm.

Of course there’s also other search results that are less mindblowing than this.

I found my full name in the Singapore Art Museum site. Apparently, my storyboard was one of those selected in the Fiction @Love Nokia N70 contest organised by the Singapore Art Museum. But hell, I didn’t get the phone even though I made my request to win one very explicit in the storyboard. *frowns*
Ahhh, brings back memories of those slack and fun times during the modified term with Miss 1wRong. We’d always rot in her club’s room to cram Accounting theory and Nana stuff.

A picture of Miss 1Wrong and Weeting hugging our initial at the Singapore museum after a long brain-blasting day of accounting.

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Donate to Arzen’s Art Development in Japan Fund- Or Ringo Music Development in Japan Trust

.Painted in a public oebbs. Crap colouring. orz
I met up with Miss Ringo over ridiculously pricey bagel and cocoa at Starbucks 2 days ago. As usual, we lament at our school life, our age, our marital status, our future career in the Big 4 and our lost loves. Art and Music.

We’ve already came up with a rough plan: Sell our bodies to the accounting industry for 3 years at least to pay off debts and to save up for our exile to Japan. Once there, well, try to survive teaching English and pursue our lost loves.
It is an exciting way to learn independence and some survival skills in the urban jungle of a foreign land. An alternative would be to hope and pray the accounting firm will send us to shovel saikang in one of their overseas branches. (which probably only happens when 60% of your hair has dropped and never growing back)

We were discussing on the sky-high course fees and living costs in Japan when Ringo suggested jokingly if one’s really broke, then we’ll head the streets to sell our virginity!

(*A*) Gasp!

Who would be interested in a near-thirty something? Already past expiry date and I’m not sure whether the seal is still intact from school PE.

Well, that thought did cross my mind way back. I’d do anything to pursue the things I want even, yeewww… selling my body. *shudders* OK, only when I’m in dire straits. Like if I’m not able to get food for a week then I’d probably do something like that.
Urgh, now I have this urge to reach out for a pair of scissors and snip! Snip! Snip!

Well, the only way we can get the cash to fuel our dreams is to prostitute ourselves in the financial centres as accounting whores, waiting to get banged up from morning til the next morning with hard, engorged numbers. Right now, I’m doing it part-time at Go-N-Saikang much as I hate it. Every cent counts and with my gigolo PSP to keep, I have to work.

Perhaps that’s just as far I could go to chase after a goal. Learning art overseas is the biggest, juiciest, sweetest, god-awful orange tuber (carrot) that’s dangling in front of me right now. And I’m running after it with buckets of saikang.

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My Girlfriend – Saikang Sharing Session

Yesterday, I attended the PWC talk with my ba-ba bag and monotone garb(grey shirt, black pants, black shoes). The talk and presentation was pretty nice and all, like wow, they place great emphasis in learning, in community service projects and the career progression looks fast and very transparent. But I’m not falling in love with the job (Not organisation so please put your guns down). It’s like choosing a husband who has dough but can’t even get it up over a penniless Casanova. Well, that’s my irreconciliable problem…


Guess who I met at the talk? I’ve not mentioned her for a very, VERY long time here because I hardly see her in school.
It’s Miss A!!! (See Archives: 25 October-14 November 2005)

She’s more lovely than the last time I saw her at a SAAT meeting. Her Ronald McDonald red hair has been replaced by elegant burgundy locks. We went for a drink at Plaza S’pura to catch up on old times and talk about the future, that is, work. Bleargh.

She shovelled saikang for Eee-whY while I did my shovelling at Go-N-Saikang.
Different sized accounting firms, different tasks to accomplish but the shit is still the same.
It was a surprise for both of us to discover that we actually experienced the same physiological effects of saikang!

1. Experienced hunger pangs 2 hours or more before lunchtime and dinnertime. (Grrowwl~)
2. Engorged appetites. (Oh father in heaven, please put a mountain of rice on my cai peng plate.)
3. Overwhelming desire to go shopping, even though one doesn’t have anything to buy in mind. (O-R-C-H-A-R-D)
4. Facial disasters and sluggish system. (I can’t feel my legs.)

And the air- I think the musty air in Eee-whY smells no different from the air in Go-N-Saikang. The smell of photocopiers mixed with dust and the aroma of cardboard. That’s probably why we had the urge to introduce fresh pristine shopping mall gas into our lungs.

I really enjoyed our conversation and missed those AFA days where our project meetings are mostly all-girls crapping sessions. Sigh~ it’d be nice if we can all work together.

* Daaamn… I shouldn’t spend so much time with my boyfriend. I played him on the bed till 2am. I feel drained.

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My Boyfriend

A mutual favourite- Magna Carta
I’m in love with my boyfriend.
He is small, dark and handsome.
I first met him at Funan Digitalife Mall while shopping and it was love(ad nauseam) at first sight.
Since then, I kept going back to the shop where we met hoping to see him once more. And he’d always be there, waiting for me as if he knew I was going to come. We’d spend time together looking at game software and accessories until it was time to go.
Now there’s no need for these little rendezvous because love has made me less rational and less wealthy. Wherever I go, he follows. Every minute of the day he is with me and I, with him. We’re hardly apart. We cannot bear to be apart.

My heart throbs even now as I make this entry. His handsome face will always light up whenever he sees me and he’ll sing a little sparkling tune. Right now, he is lying on my bed asleep. With him, anything is possible.

As requested,
The breakdown:
Boyfriend=$330 USB-cum-charger=$15 Screen protector=$14 Game=$63 (avg.) 4 GB memory stick= $220
Totals= 330+15+14+2 x 63+220=$705

If I’ve gotten a 1 GB memory stick ($89) as initially planned, our engagement would cost $574.
Also, from previous calculations, it was assumed the engagement will include 3 games. If I add in 3 games at $69 each, it’ll total to $655, including the screen protector which wasn’t part of initial calculations. Will be adding one more game in the near future.

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