Staging a non-violence protest outside the business school!!!

You know, it doesn't help to know that ASB (our exchange univeristy in denmark) failed our re-exam again. Especially this time round, we had more substantial answers churned out by our marketing guru, Ah Hock (This space has been taken out as Ah Huat has requested to remain 'annoneeneeeemous' (annonymous))The likely reasons are as follow-

• Discrimination against Asians.
• We confused her primitive Nordic mind with our Queen's English.
• She's pissed off that we complained against her since she didn't reply any of our emails in which we asked for feedback on our first exam.

Unfortunately for Alvin, he might not be able to graduate this semester as he has to wait for the next semester to do just one module. Hopefully his current barage of emails arguing for all things pertaining to reasonablenss, rationality, and sympathy will get him through this. As for Prissy and I, we are able to thank our lucky stars with one more sem.

=(

Tainted reflections.

I totally screwed up for my Malay Language class today.


See, every week we all have to prepare a conversation exchanged between you and your partner in front of the Cikgu (teacher) and TA (teaching assistant).

This was a classic example of what could go wrong:

Aiwei: Awak renang mana sering?
How often do you go swimming?

Serene: Dua kali satu minggu-Isnin dan Jumaat sore.
Twice a week-Monday and Friday evenings

Aiwei:Boleh saya masuk awak?
Can I join you?
In lieu, this means, ' Can I ENTER IN YOU'

Serene: Ya! Pasti seronok!
Yes! It will be fun!

Aiwei: Ok, Saya berjumpa awak lain minggu.
Ok, I will see you next week.

Ser: Ya! Selamat Jalan!
Yes! Good bye!

Aiwei: Selamat Tinggal!
Goodbye!


How freaking hilarious. My Cikgu said ' Eh, u cannot say this kinda things you know?! You only say it to your Malay boyfriend!!!!'.

My gosh. I was so embarassed that I couldnt even find a tissue paper to cover my face. FUCK!!! But if you look at it, the conversation nevertheless flowed pretty well subsequently huh? hahah

My brother sent this to me. I heard it's an old joke. But I think it's 'sibeh' funny!

As we go about tackling the mundane neccessities in life, I wonder

Whether Hoiwen is doing fine on her exchange program in the US, as she opens her eyes and receive the goodness and lessons of the world. Also with Mag embarking on her journey back to UK last night, I wonder if she had brought along adequate bags of Tenacity, Perseverance, Strength and Adaptibility. Thrown into the working world, and having to face drastic adjustments-Pat looks strong on the outside with ambition and focus written all over her. But are you ok inside there? I worry for you.
Well, with 2 gone and 1 being unavailable at the moment, our old-is-gold group has momentarily splitted up. It's inevitable as we pursue our dreams and goals in life. But just want to let each and everyone of u beautiful and strong women to know that you will always be on my mind and i'll be praying for you. Till then!.

Always having to write off your dues, to suffer for your mistakes and selfishness. I've done my final bid to help, and I hope it will put an end to this. That's all I can do. that's all I will do. It was certainly not easy to get back my freedom and perspective. Only to have you thwarting it selfishly and yet you want to be absolved from it. I guess I have allowed you to be excusable for it, because i'm just too soft hearted. And now I cry inside of me, because you have conveniently placed me away.

Because of..

the absurdity
the Arch de Triumph
budget travelling
venturing into quaint places
unearthing treasures at the Lourve
finding home in the midst of chaos

unforgettable Madagascan hospitality international immersion
the 8th wonder, me =p

grandeur

the faith in real people

Paris.

Europe.

I find that Year 4 is a rather intensive and trying year for many of us. In addition to the pressure of attaining higher GPAs in the last lap of our final terms and tackling with the advanced and more difficult courses, we also have to start searching for jobs. The right job. Is there really the One for that? Confucius said along the lines that if we love our job, we will never have to work a single day. Talking to several colleagues of mine, they agreed that the saying is absolutely true. Many of them, well...find themselves as slave drivers to their work.
It seems like an ever lasting rat chase. Perhaps attributed by our culture, work attitudes, working climate etc. Sometimes I find myself in a state of self denial. Refusing to believe that I have to work very soon, the endless applications and researching for the ideal job are, just to me, little projects that I have to do for school. Maybe I'm stuck on exchange mode, and I continue to explore and participate with enthusiasm as my full entitled right as a student. Maybe I don't fit in to right now..and i long for the greener pastures that have been churning in my mind. My too optimistic goals? Im glad to have the office of career services whipping behind my back and forcing me to get my engines working.
Because of the inability to reconcile reality and my transient, flowy state of mind, I ended up submitting my Credit Suisse job application late, alongside with many technical careless mistakes.
On one hand I pray that it will land up safe and sound. On the other hand, I'm plain nonchalent about its status.
Que sera sera.

Wanted to gorge out her eyes today. horrors of all horrors.

Today's newspaper talked about 5 year old female kids getting more and more obsessed with their appearance in this increasingly 'weight hostile' environment.
This is stale news to most of us. I myself was a victim, at a slightly older but tender age of 10 years old. When I was 10 , i never thought myself as FAT. In fact, I had so much self esteem in me that I was really really insulted when the teacher announced that I had to enter into the Trim And Fit programme. Whaaaaat?
The worst thing was that they made us little plump kids come earlier to school for that extra jog, and deprived us of our recess breaks by eating up 15 minutes of our half an hour just to do a tad bit of sit ups and star jumps. I thought I was even more depressed.
I remembered embarassing instances whereby the TAF teacher in charge barged into the classroom and blastered out at the top of her voice -' can the TAF girls in this class come out now!!!'. There were only two of us-me and this other girl by the name of Juliene. In my point of view, she was twice my size. i hated the moment in which I had to sheepishly walk out of the class , bearing the scrutiny and stifled laughs from my fellow peers.
Relatives were just as cruel. They joked about the way TAF was spelt as FAT backwards and laughing at how apt it sounded. One of my uncles even made fun of the way I dressed-saying how frumpy my big t shirt and tights looked on me. He even called me a 'maid'!. At that time, I was trying to conceal the bulges around my tummy and hence the shapeless outfit. I thought it was just mean and horrible for a kid like me to endure that i made up my mind to go on a full time Diet.
I forced myself to do the 'Great Singapore Workout' everyday, except with even greater gusto! Every pump foward with the palms was asserted with greater force. Yes, if you think about it, it's fucking lame. Hahaha...And I even drew stick figurines that showed the number of starjumps, sit ups, stretches I had to do every morning.
yes, after all the effort and determination, i got out of TAF the following year. It was truely a nightmare.
When I hear of kids having depression over their image, i can definitely feel their anguish. I was happy that I got out of it, healthy and accomplished. Weight is definitely not an easy thing to deal with and it ties in with one's confidence and self esteem. And I feel even more sad to know that more and more younger kids are facing the same problem as I did. =/

The Leem ('Lim') Family.

You know, I may not have the perfect family where everything is all rosy. Each of us have our own little eccentric ways-eg. my mum (Lisa Ang-not the actress but my mum was super gorgeous when she was young..i dare say even prettier than lisa ang from TCS) is a bit of a drama queen; my sister (Michele (note the single L) Lim Lan Fern) is this uber act cute geeky doctor who takes pleasure in every free time to mug; my bro (Malcolm Lim Tao Ming ) is kinda like a pauper who spends like a prince and lastly my pa, is a very eccentric fella.


Let me show u several aspects of how 'socially challenged' my pa is-

Walking hand in hand with my dad from Wheelock underground to Lido, my dad gave a thumbs up right in front of the face of a busker who was strumming his guitar.
The busker said 'this song is for you!'
My dad guffawed loudly.
I wanted so badly to run away to hide but he held onto my hands tighter!

Then, outside Lido Macs, my dad launched into a critic session on the outfits youngsters are wearing these days. Basically just people watching, people bitching.
Pa: eh ser, u see that one (he pointed!) , wah damn sexy. You think?
Me: err...no. Poor fashion sense. All the colours clash.
Pa: Wah how about the other one? (he pointed at a tall and elegant girl with polka dotted dress)
Me: Not bad.
Pa: Wah...u see that one..so FAT.

The story of my dad can go on. Many of my friends have even witnessed his ways. He may be queer, he may be a little aggressive, intimidating (especially the way he raises his eyebrows, and make his big eyes even more pronouced) and rude, but I still love him and I know he cares alot for me. So do the rest of them=)

Here's my lao ba and family for you..like it or not.