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Saturday, August 1, 2009

FRUIT YOU!



These made my night!
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!!! Superliciously sweet!~

Can't help but keep smilin' as I popped em' in mah mouth!


I get to eat exotic/gourmet fruits at the mister's.
The staples at my side are: apple/banana/pear/orange.
Occassionally: durian/NORMAL grapes/kiwi/plum/papaya(BLEARGH).

Can't even have my favourite mango in the 'occasionals'.
Mummy says it's heaty.
(what about durian?! double standard..)
At the mister's I indulge in mangoes like no one's business.

Gawd..can't my mum be more adventurous when it comes to buying fruits.


P.S.: Ignore the wierd expression fer the last photo - wasn't ready. hurhur
HEYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Upon closer inspection, I think the champagne grapes are able to fit into my nostrils.

FruitQueenly Retarded,
Emily



- taken from Alvin's iPhone at his place.

Friday, July 24, 2009

Candice 23rd - 22nd Jul



Celebrated at (I had to ask Amanda about it.. haha) Shin Kushinya a few days shy of her actual birthday on the 24th of Jul.

The dinner set was our choice dish, and my, what a wide spread!
Out table literally overflowed with food!




Barter trade took place.

I don't eat meatballs nor Shishamo.
Everyone exchanged their grilled mushrooms fer my meat.


This was when we discussed that our stomach will always have space for dessert!
(Proven in some TV show they watched.)
And hence, we headed to Starbucks after a heavyweight dinner for coffee!

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Amanda's Commencement



Amanda graduated on the 12th of July.

R.E.C. gave her a huge NUS bear and a golden star balloon!
Love the star shaped balloon, they should be hung everywhere during Christmas! Haha




Once again, Heartiest Congratulations to her!

God bless that she'd find a job soon!

*Muahhhhh*


P.S. I was having a church day camp fer freshies, running around school before that, hence me in my shorts to a convocation. It's a big no-no to dress like that lor. Haha

Monday, July 13, 2009

Death and life are in the power of the tongue

I recently wrote a post, lashing out at my friend.
I’ve since deleted. You’re free to ask me about it.
Yea, he’s at fault, but I reacted the wrong way too.

'Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruit. '- Proverbs 18:21

‘With our tongues we praise our Lord and Father. With our tongues we call down curses on people. We do it even though they have been created to be like God. Praise and cursing come out of the same mouth. My brothers and sisters, it shouldn't be that way.’-James 3:9-10 (New International Reader’s version)


Whether we know it or not, there is the power of life and death within us, no in between.
The tongue has the power to proof, to rebuke, to encourage, to destroy, to hurt, to murder.

'Most people, when they desperately want something, will say things like, “I am dying for that piece of cake!” Few will say, “I am living for that piece of cake!”
What is worse is that we are quick to mention death when things go wrong.
Singaporeans are quick to say things like, “Die lah! Die lah!” at the drop of a hat. Nobody says, “Live lah! Live lah!”
Yet, the truth is that every word you speak has power — to build or destroy hopes and dreams, to restore or cause loss, to heal or break the spirit, to bring delight or despair, to bless or curse — for God’s Word says that death and life are in the power of the tongue.' - Pastor Prince, Daily Devotional (2009)


Haha, yea, it's true isn't it. I hear people saying 'die die die' all the time.
And I used to fight with my sis when I was younger and shouted 'go and die la'.
As you know, I don’t mean to. It was just in a fit of anger.
On the hindsight, what if something happened to her in the past.. I'd be guilt-ridden.

This is an area with which I have struggled for many years.
I stopped saying 'go and die' since I attended church in 2003.
But somehow, I didn't placed vulgarities together with it.

Call me slow or what, but I only recognised I had a problem when Alvin told me.
It seemed very natural to just say ‘fuck’ without much thought when I'm pissed over something. I'd just say 'fuck la'.
I remember there was once, I muttered 'fuck' under my breath, I fergot what was it about.
Then a goody-two-shoes classmate of mine overheard and went, 'hor.., I'll go and tell teacher.'
'F-u-c-k you? Go and tell la.' was my reply straight in her face.
Till today, I don't know if she did, cause our form teacher didn't call fer me. But I knew she went telling her group of friends. Hurhur. That was Primary 4.

(mm.. I learned from my dad. He says it over the phone when I was younger. Now, he uses it on me too. woah ya? how not to be influenced.)


Alvin said, ‘hey, your mouth’s ruling over you’ and asked me to stop saying it.
Being me, I told him, 'aiya.. whatever.' and stopped him from 'preaching'.
But inside me, thought bubbles began to form 'o ya, why couldn't I control my mouth?!’
Hence, I issued a challenge to myself and tried to stop myself from saying it.
I won't let my mouth 'rule over' me..

Needless to say, with self effort, ha-ha, I found it reaaally difficult. KNS. (like shiat not vulgar right? I’m equating things to feaces nia. I’m being honest with all that I type here; whatever goes into my mind is out here. One day, I shall cease spouting such uncouth words, in Jesus’ name!)

Yea, so I lost the challenge, let down my ego and told him, 'Ok, I CMI.. pray fer me.' (cannot make it. Hahaha, abbreviations, a Singaporean thing)
Hence, we prayed over it and God never fails.
I found myself not saying ‘fuck’ in recent years, though I occasionally still spew out when I accidentally trip or bump into something.
Weird though, it evolved to ‘cheebye la’ or fingering __ if we’re too far away to say cheebs. (Alvin and I say that to each other, once in a while.. in a harmless and cheeky way)
The process may be slow fer me, but I’ve already felt it began without self effort. Thank you, Jesus!

As I was searching fer verses, I found this online, by some other pastor.
‘Word are important. After all, God created the universe with words. He spoke and it was so. Our Lord Jesus was called THE WORD. “In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God. And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us…

'Proverbs 16:1 says, “To a man belongs the plans of the heart, but from the Lord comes the reply of the tongue.” That verse means the tongue can be put under the Lord’s control. That’s a great thought. Your tongue, which today may be set on fire of hell may become a tongue under God’s control. He can give you new lips. He can give you a new tongue. He can put new words in your mouth. He can baptize your speech.' – Pastor Ray, (1994) (click)



May the good Lord help me.

Truly yours,
Emily

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wa lao.. i'm so f.king pissed.
Someone told me he won't be uploading photos of him and me on facebook because taking photos with him alone would create scandals.

I was ok with not uploading, big deal. But seeing the 2nd part made me see red.
I understand he's currently wooing a girl, but only a few photos, plus I see him less than 10x a year (that's with a group of people somemore), how does this constitute to a scandal?!

I replied 'how does it create a scandal?', 'anything la' and went offline.
FKNNCB. I bothered to go to his *, and then he tells me this. Don't invite me in the first place.
It's more hurting than pissed actually, My Friend. (?)
It's like as if I'm the potential third party of his yet-to-begin-r/s or he's wooing 2 girls at the same time by just merely taking a few photos..

Am I right to say he's not being truthful to his yet-to-be-gf.

I actually typed a quite a lot, cooled down and hit 'backspace' after that.
Should I tell him or not. Minus the CBs.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Fishing Fun - 6th Jul



Fishing with Candice again!

This uncle in the photo here was beside me when he caught a really huge fish.
TMD. If only I had a more professional rod, I can indulge in fishhead curry more often!
But I don't plan to invest in one anytime soon and besides, Alvin's mommy cook fishhead curry fer me! Hurhurhur.


Another new - we ate our catch!

In truth, we wanted to give all of our catch (our usual practice) to the other anglers but they insisted we take some home to cook or feed the stray cats.
One uncle even gave us a round fat fish! (see photo)
By the way, FEED THE CATS?
Walao. I'd rather throw away the fishes than feed the detestable felines.


Asked Tina to deep fry them whilst we went to bathe..

Tea-time before we head off to I fergotwhere fer dinner - Candice ate the 'Pok-pok' fish!
(Named 'Pok-pok' cause it literally goes pok-pok-pok when they're out of the water)
Gawd, they are so small (length of a mini stapler, go figure), I thought they can't be eaten, so says the other veteran anglers too.
Plus, I usually kick them back to the sea! Poor lil' things. LOL

Anyways, this was my first time eating my catch and I was a bit apprehensive.
(My ex-maid cooked the ikan billis I caught before, but they were fer soup stock)
Asked God to sanctify the food before we feasted cause I certainly do not wish for tummy upset!

It turned out that the Tamans were good enough to eat!
Similar to Kunings (yellowstriped scad), except it has more fine bones.
Wondered why my ex-maid said they don't taste good.

Candice even treated them as Shishamo and ate them whole.
I can't take Shishamo, looking at the bones and the sorry state of its head puts me off.


Yeap, and that concludes my 'holiday' fishing before school starts again!
Till the next time!

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Giant Q-tip

This post marked my first encounter with a cotton flower 9th of May.
I’ve never seen one before in my life, not even on internet.

knowing that we urbanites rarely get to see such flowers, Alvin’s dad plucked a cotton bud from his office and gave one to me.
I named the giant cotton bud, Q-tip!

When I first received Q-tip, it was like this.


Not like what I pictured it to be - real fluffy, like those dandelions flowers with a tuft of fluff when it flowers.
My Q-tip was like hard rock la. How to dig. Hurhurhur.


Hence, I waited and waited fer it to flower, eager to see how it’d turn out.
Day 1, nothing happened.
Day 2, nothing happened.
Day 3, nothing happened. Picked it up and examine it looking fer the slightest crack. NONE.
Day 4, nothing happened. Squeezed it.

TMD.
It had been 4 days and nothing happened. So I decided to pick up the phone and dialed to complain to the mister,

‘Aye, I think the bud die already la! How to flower? No water at all.’

‘Just wait and see la!’


Geez, yes, I have no patience. Ha-ha.
So irritating. Thus, after hanging up, I dumped it in a lil’ clay cup on my display board and cleanly forgot I had Q-tip!

Thus when I did remember about my giant Q-tip one fine day, (1.5 weeks perhaps?) imagine my surprise!

I looked up towards the display board and this was what I saw!

Yes, it didn’t turn out to be what I’d perceived it to be, a fluffy cotton ball.
My Q-tip had instead split into 3 parts!
Where’s the fluff, man.


It has been more than a month from the time it blossomed.
It is now softer and woollier.. maybe gearing itself up to make many regular sized Q-tips or cotton balls?!
When the day comes, I’d try to use it to remove my nail polishes and update about its quality. Heh heh.


Currently, Alvin’s dad is growing pots of Q-tips at his house and they’re just growing taller and healthier each time I visit them!
The best has yet to come! I get to bring a pot of Q-tips home one day! ^^

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

03S08 Steamboat at Nat's - 20th Jun


(yikes, I realised I fergot to include out form teacher, Ms Lam, in the photo!)

Nat kindly offered his place fer steamboat fer our class gathering!

He called the guys, I called the girls.
Glad that there was a large turnout!
And I finally get to try putting loads of cheese slices in the steamboat after I witnessed how cheese made the stew more delicious at Korea.
Hurhurhur.

That's about it, but I must record what happened earlier on at Sheng Shiong Supermarket when the guys and I went to shop fer groceries! (Yea, the guys always say our class consists of 9 guys and 1 girl.)

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Me: Nat, did you get the quail eggs yet?

Nat: No? What's quail eggs in Chinese?

Me: Why? I think it's called An Quan Dan.

Nat: You sure? Sounds like safety egg* to me, haha.
[*'an quan' means safety in chinese and 'dan' means egg.]

Me: Ya! How come I never think of it that way before.. Haha, I think so, I am sure la!

Nat saw a Sheng Shiong worker nearby and called out fer her.

Nat: Aunty,  请问安全蛋在哪里?
(Aunty, may I know where to find the 'an quan dan'?)

Aunty (hollered): 哦,安全套啊?安全套在那边!
(O, condoms ar? Condoms are there!)

Me (shocked): Aunty, 怎么安全套?! 我们要安全蛋!
(Aunty, what condoms 'an quan TAO'?! We want 'an quan DAN'!)

Aunty:哈?
(Huh?)

Me (exasperated): 安全蛋啦!Quail egg, quail egg..
('An quan dan' la!)

Aunty: 哈哈哈,你讲的是鹌鹑蛋啊~ Paiseh, Aunty以为你要按全套!Sorry sorry, 鹌鹑蛋在那边。。
(Hahaha, you mean 'an CHUN dan' ar?~ Paiseh, Aunty thought you want condoms! Sorry sorry, quail eggs are there..)

Everyone laughed.

After the aunty left, I looked at Nat: Nat! OMG!!!!! Hahahahahaha, I am so sorryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I swear I thought it was pronounced as 'an quan dan'! Please don't tell anyone!"

Nat: Walao, your chinese cmi leh.

Me: You too what! You also don't know! At least I got 2 words correct, better than nothing!


And so, we had to repeat the joke of the day a couple of times over dinner whenever a new batch came in.

Gawd, my ears were burning hot when the Aunty shouted 'condoms, that way' in a crowded supermarket.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Slumber! 14th Jun


Slumber party - The next morning after the night out at Marina Barrage.



Candice made Chawanmushi fer us!
*Slurps!*

P.S.: The chawanmushi cup was a present given by Sweet Serene!! ^^

Marina Barrage - 13th Jun


Picnic under the stars was fun!



Prepared the glorious wonderful food/snacks o'er at my kitchen!

Where's Candice?!
No Candice, no chawanmushi fer the night.



Trooping off to Marina Barrage's roof garden!~




Kite flying was 'exceptional'.

The crème de la crème kite surpassed all at an astonishing height of 3 storeys and basked in its short-lived glory for about 3mins.
Wow. What a mean feat. Amazing bunch aight!



Presenting the awesome Kite Flyers'!

We forced our smile whilst Candice looked the happiest as she felt her kites (she bought them) had done her proud.



It was rather dark before I remembered we still had to picnic.....
Monkeyed around before setting up the picnic sheets.



Dinner was splendid (more like overdid, Alvin last minute pangseh-ed la) - Fried chicken with Japanese's curry rice, baked cherry tomato and quail eggs wrapped in honey glazed bacon, salmon mayo sandwiches and Lays potato chips dipped potato-egg mayo.. FULL.

Fer desserts - Durian puffs, which were superdeliciouly creamy soft and light!
Aunty Regina's daddy sponsored!



Taking photos was never so fun with glow-in-the-dickssticks!

This was exactly what Aunty Regina said to the 2 lil boys who went up to us, 'These are glow-in-the-DICKS!'

I am mad serious.
-EPIC- We love it.


For additional copies of Aunty Regina's 101's combintationof*wordsandmoans tracks, come join us fer outings or e-mail me at gmail.com if you care fer a 'flu-fug*'.



Many jumping attempts for the supposedly wonderful lighting effects to be caught on camera.. and you know it's time to get a dslr.



The night's still young.
After a few rounds of 'g.i.d.d. disc throwing', we headed home fer our slumber party!

Monday, June 15, 2009

Mr Park & Mr Ho's Sg Visit! 12th Jun

Received a call from an archi junior, Melissa, one morning a week after I came back from Korea..

'Mr Park is coming to Singapore, would you be free to take him around?'

YESSS! Of course!
I planned to visit my ex-colleagues at Seoul but I hadn't had the time!
Even made a detour and brought papa to my ex-office at Anguk. Alas, the only time we had was a Sunday, so I quite dissappointed that I'd be missing a chance to say hi..

So, w-owe w-owe w-owe.
It was like God planned, Mr Park came to Singapore instead!


Moreover, amongst all colleagues, Mr Park was the closest to me as he was my direct supervisor, the vice-principal architect!
We even converesed in Chinese as he was learning the language.


2 years passed, he has been promoted to a principal architect~
Plus, he now has a Brazilian name, Ricardo, given by the client (the project which I worked on)!
And yes, 2 years on too, the project has yet to be finalised!!o.O



Now there - Met Mr Park (in blue) and Mr Ho at Vivo City
(Melissa and I gave them bakwas as souveniers)

Personally don't know Mr Ho as he only joined the team after I left.
He just seemed so aloof to the point of being unfriendly.

Who's boss, huh? Hur. Haha

Mr Park's the total opposite.
One of the ideal bosses.



Treated them to durians after lunch at Dian Xiao Er - Extremely glad Mr Park liked it!
Mr Ho didn't really like it.



At Merlion's Mouth, Sentosa.
We found out that we're actually supposed to be holding onto a photoshopped Merlion statue at the souvenier stall!

And yeap, this was the first time I met Melissa too!
Sweet girl.


(I'm sleepy.. shall end abruptly)
Just wanted to say, regrettably, I had to leave them after the Sentosa trip as I had to rush off to prepare for picnic at Marina Barrage in the evening.