Have any of you all seen a porridge which is purple in colour? Well, I happened to be the lucky one! My mom cooked the infamous sweet potato porridge a few weeks ago. Instead of using the normal and ordinary sweet potato that can be found in the market, she used the sweet potato which was purple in colour originally. In the end, the porridge turned out to be purple too. Well, the colour is so beautiful and gorgeous that I can practically swallow the whole pot of the porridge!
Recently, a few too good to be true events happened to me at the same time, making me thinking whether it really is too good to be true.
(1) My sister came back home last week to celebrate Father’s Day. We spent lots of time together like waiting for my sister to cut her hair in the saloon, having family dinner with grandma on Saturday night, having “bak kut teh” as breakfast on Sunday and watch the Disney movie “Up”. Its really nice to be able to spend some time with my sister after not seeing her for like 4 months. I was a little bit afraid that our sisterhood relationship will somehow drift apart. Thank God, nothing much changes between us.
(2) My brother got into Universiti Teknologi Malaysia (UTM) to do Civil Engineering. I was really glad and proud of him. He is really lucky. He got his first choice of university and course. Well done, Ah Boy!
(3) I got the title of my thesis. There are like 40 titles to choose from. And we are only allowed to choose 4 out of the 40. From the 4 titles that we chose, we filled in the form and the university will allocate one title from the 4 titles that we chose. Thank God, I got my first choice of the title of my thesis out of the 4 titles.
(4) We had Statistics and Experimental Design (SED) lesson 2 days ago. The purpose of this module is to prepare us and teach us how to write scientifically in our thesis. We did a workshop on how to write and describe the data scientifically. Dr F. returned the paper back to us 2 days ago and said, “Out of 31 papers that you all pass up to me, only 2 students got it right. Only 2 students write correctly and scientifically.” Then she read out one of the student’s paper. I was so scared by that time because I knew for sure I did a bad job again. However, I found a little bit familiar with what Dr F. read and the first thought that ran through my mind was, “This can’t be my paper, can it?” After Dr F. finished reading, she said, “This was written by your classmate and at least I know by now that there is someone who knows how to write.” Then she called out my name loudly and returned the paper to me. I was so proud of myself at that exact moment. I wrote all the datas correctly! The other student turned out to be my laboratory partner, Mr J.. He got 2 correct out of 4 figures that we need to describe.
I was so happy that I can’t help myself to look at the paper over and over again. I’m really glad that all the efforts and time I spend on reading English fiction books did not go to vain. So, I made a mental note to myself that I must continue reading as many books as possible to further improve my language.
In case you all are curious about what I wrote, not to worry because I have decided to post it here. Please forgive me for writing a bunch of nonsense but I really can’t help myself. I’m just so proud of myself!
- A trend showing as time increases, the distance travelled decreases, np matter which doses of cocaine was used. A very significant drop of the distance travelled was noted using the 30 microgram doses of cocaine.
- (a)Effects of (+)-HA966 on sensitization following a saline pretreated after injection of saline (open bars) and cocaine (closed bars). Results (mean +- standard error) are expressed as the total distance travelled recorded over 100 minutes. The doses of (+)-HA966 administered are indicated below each bar. (b) Effects of (+)-HA966 on sensitization following a cocaine pretreated after injection of saline (open bars) and cocaine (closed bars). Results (mean +- standard error) are expressed as the total distance travelled recorded over 100 minutes. The doses of (+)-HA966 administered are indicated below each bar.
- A 30 cm x 30 cm x 76 cm model with three separated chambers with different conditions.
- Not much significant changes in the time spent (s) on the buspirone-paired side pre- and post-conditioning for both the 0 and 0.5 dose of buspirone (mg/kg). A slight decrease of 12.5 time spent on the buspirone-paired side between the pre- and post-conditioning for 1 dose of buspirone (mg/kg). More decrease of approximate 25 time spent on the buspirone-paired side between the pre- and post-conditioning for 2 dose of buspirone (mg/kg).
Its really difficult to write because all they gave us is just a diagram or a graph with lots of alien language. I read for like million times before understand what it is talking about. Haha… Sorry, I just have to repeat again, I’m so proud of myself! And what Dr F. said keep repeating in my mind, “At least there is someone who knows how to write.” Who knows how to write. Who knows how to write. Who knows how to write. Me! Me! Me!!! 
Do anyone of you all know of one way to disarm any bomb?
The answer is: One minute before it explodes… give it back to the person who set it.
I reached home at around 5.55 p.m. and straight away take a bath. I was all sweaty after all the walking. I finally went out again at 6.30 p.m.. It took me another one and a half hour to get to Ang Mo Kio again to meet my coursemates. We have dinner at Mcdonald and walked to the KBox, which is somewhere near there. The main reason we went to the KBox is to celebrate 2 of my coursemates birthday.
Anyway, we finally sit comfortably in the KBox room and started singing. Actually, I’m not that good in singing but I still manage to sing quite a number of songs. We spent most of the time laughing, rather than singing. 3 hours later, most of us started to have sore throat and our voice started to get rough. We concluded that our sore throat is due to all the laughing, not because we spend too much time laughing. Furthermore, we laughed really loud.
We sing until 3 a.m., not because we have no more energy to sing, but the KBox is closing at 3 a.m.. I went home taking the Night Rider bus. Thank God for Night Rider because taking the cab home at 3 a.m. is like welcoming a burglar into your house. They charge 50% more. The taxi driver I mean.
By the time I reached home, I was dead tired. Totally like hungover. I can’t believe that I was awaken for the past 24 hours, without even closing my eyes for more than one minute. I finally collapsed on my comfortable bed at 7.30 a.m. and I slept like a corpse. I slept for 12 hours straight, regaining and recharging my battery.
Although its tiring, I’m glad that I have lots of fun. I’m thankful for a bunch of great friends too.
Yesterday was an eventful and fun-filled day for me as I spent the whole day outside, at the zoo in the morning till late afternoon, and KTV session with my coursemates at night till early 3 a.m. the next early morning. I didn’t sleep for straight 27 hours as well. Its a big record for me, although it was like a tiny weeny record if compare to those doctors who spend 36 hours working.
My day start at 5.00 a.m. yesterday. I slept for 3 hours only and was woken up by my ever faithful alarm clock. I bathed and washed my hair. I waited for at least an hour for my hair to dry before heading out at 7.45 a.m.. It took me at least one and a half hour to get to the zoo, which include all the waiting for bus and mrt. I bought a ticket for myself and waited for another one and a half hour for my friends to arrive. I don’t mind waiting for them as I know very well that there are traffic jam for sure at the custom checkpoint.
Anyway, we start our zoo visiting at 11.30 a.m.. We walked for like only half an hour when it started to rain. Yeah, just my luck. Raining when I was visiting the zoo. So, we went to see the polar bear because it is an indoor gigantic aquarium-like place. We sat on the bench and watch the polar bear swimming from lef to right and from right to left, repeating this routine for like million times. I don’t really mind watching the polar bear as I love polar bear the most out of all the animals in the zoo.
Luckily for us, the rain finally stopped after half an hour. We resume our walking and taking photographs all the way. We stopped at the famous Ah Meng Restaurant for lunch at 2.oo p.m.. By the way, for your information, Ah Meng was the famous orang utan of the Singapore Zoo. It passed away, I’m not sure when, and in memory and remembrance of Ah Meng, the zoo started to have Ah Meng Restaurant and lots of Ah Meng, the orang utan figures everywhere.
We went to the Splash Amphitheatre at 2.30 p.m. to watch a show. As usual, the show is showing us the penguins dancing and swimming in the water and things like that. And as usual, the very highlight of the show is the sea lion performing for us to see. Honestly, I think the sea lion performance is a huge disappoinment. Nothing special and too few challenging performance. There is no sea-lion-jumping-through-the-hula-hoop. The amphitheater is so small. I think there are at least 400 peoples watching the show and the amphitheater provide only about 200 sits. Of course, we are one of those many peoples
We continued our walking and finally finish watching all the animals in the zoo at 4.00 p.m.. The Singapore Zoo is just too huge. We spent nearly 5 hours there. We later took a bus to get to the Ang Mo Kio MRT station. At there, I bid farewell with my friends. They are going to shop arround in the AMK Hub while I’ll be rushing to get back to Jurong East as I’m meeting my coursemates at 7.30 p.m. for KTV session.
<To be continue in the next post>
This horrible incident happened a few weeks ago when I was at home for the weekend. It was around 6.30 p.m. on a lazy Sunday evening when I was taking a bath after driving my mom to a restaurant for some sort of wedding dinner. As usual, I take off my glasses and put it on the shelf.
I was happily washing my hair and when I turned around, I saw a very blurry and dark shadow on the wall just a few inches from me. My degree of myopia (or also more commonly known as near-sighted) is about 400 degree, which is rather high, and I can’t see very clearly without my glasses. Everything is a total blur image to me. So, I was very curious to see a shadow on the wall. I wonder what was it. The first thought that ran through my brain was “It’s a moth!”
Then, I took my glasses from the shelf and put it on… And to my horror, I saw a gigantic, monstrous, atrocious, ugly SPIDER! Its huge. Really huge! Its like 20 or 30 times bigger than the normal tiny, weeny spider that we see everyday! And it was like a few micromililiter from my face!
Of course, the first normal thing that I do was screamed. I screamed and screamed and screamed. Then, I leaped from that spot immediately and tried to hide my body from that monster as far as possible. However, the bathroom is so small that I can hardly find a place to hide. Then I waited.
Wait for what?
I was waiting for my brother to come shouting at me and asking what is wrong and why was I screeching like a banshee just now. However, there was no shouting from my brother after a few minutes. I was wondering where on earth is he and only realized that my brother was not at home. He went for some dunno what camp at Rompin that week.
SHIT! I was all alone. No. Wait. I’m not alone. My dad is in his room, watching tv. But, its useless anyway. He can’t hear me from his room.
So, I did the only thing that I can think of. I grab the shower and bath really, really fast (I usually take 25 minutes to bath) without taking my eyes off from that spider. Then rushed out from the bathroom as soon as possible, and closed the door, hoping that it will disappear after I came back from dinner with my dad.
After dinner with my dad (we ate outside since my mom was not at home to cook for us), I opened the bathroom door just a few inches and peer inside, looking for that monster. Thank God, it was not there anymore. I can finally breathe, a sigh of relief coming out.
And in case you all are wondering if I am lying about the size of the spider, I have taken some pictures of it. Hmm… I am wondering now how come I have the time and nerve to take picture of this spider when I can practically take a stack of newspaper and snap it.
Not only women, men don’t always say what they mean either:
When a man says, “It’s a guy thing.”
He means: “There is no rational thought pattern connected with this, and you have no chance at all of making it logical.”
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When a man says, “Can I help with dinner?”
He means: “Why isn’t it already on the table?”
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When a man says, “OK, sure, darling,” or “Yes, dear.”
He means: “Absolutely nothing – It’s a conditioned response.”
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When a man says, “It would take too long to explain.”
He means: “I have no idea how it works.”
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When a man says, “Take a break, darling, you are working too hard.”
He means: “I can’t hear the game over the vacuum cleaner.”
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When a man says, “That’s interesting, dear.”
He means: “Are you still talking?”
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When a man says, “Oh, don’t fuss, I just cut myself. It’s no big deal.”
He means: “I have actually severed a limb, but I will bleed to death before I admit I’m hurt.”
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When a man says, “I can’t find it.”
He means: “It didn’t fall into my outstretched hand, so I’m completely clueless.”
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When a man says, “I heard you.”
He means: “I haven’t the foggiest clue what you just said and I am hoping desperately that I can fake it well enough so that you’ll not spend the next three days yelling at me.”
Seriously, this is a cool video!
P/S: I’m going back home tomorrow, so I’m wondering whether my house’s Streamyx, which is so darn slow, can load the Restaurant City or not… If not, I’ll have to leave it for 3 days! 3 whole days can earn so much money and gourmet points, you know!
Two days ago, I was sitting in the lecture room waiting for the lecture to start when someone tapped on my chair from behind. I turned around and saw Mr Liew, one of my coursemate. He said, “Hey! I have a story about a cat to tell you all!” So, Miss Weng, Miss Chew and me decided to listen to his story about a cat (I sat in between Miss Weng and Miss Chew).
Mr Liew said that he and Mr Singh (also my coursemate and who happened to be my class rep too) stumbled across a stray cat at the ground floor of their HDB flat when they were walking back home the previous night (both of them live in the same house apparently). Both of them saw the cat and decided to buy something for the cat to eat. I have no idea why they want to buy something for the cat to eat when they don’t even own the cat. Anyway, they walked to 7-11 which is quite near to their house and bought a can of tuna for $3.40, if I remember correctly. They went back to the place where they found the cat and the cat was still there. They opened the can and spilled everything out from the can onto the ground. The cat sniffed at the tuna and guess what? It turned around and run away. Without even touching the tuna.
So, Mr Liew concluded his story with a statement, “That cat must be a vegetarian!”
P/S: I just received a news informing me that one of my primary school classmates passed away this evening due to bone cancer. Miss I., may you rest in peace. Life and death is so unexpected…
I have decided to post the answer to the anagram in the previous post though only 2 friends of mine were asking me for it. Rearrange “From The Heart” and you can spell “mother” and “father”.
P/S: I finally got my new IC 2 weeks ago! Hmm… I was quite satisfied with the photo in my new IC this time. Ho ho ho… I have to resist myself from uploading the photo from my new IC in case someone saw it and accidentally fall in love with me! =p
