When you tell someone you love your results is improving,
when you tell someone you love you got a pass with commendation for your internship, when you tell someone your teacher praises you for your well written reports....When you have to do your projects till 5am in the morning, and you need to get up at 8am the following day. You cant help but oversleep. When you have to juggle part of your mum's business burdens, runs errands timely, and responsibly.
I don't expect appreciation, I dont expect a word of thanks because i do all of these for myself, and i did all these on my own accord.
But really, if you think my best, doesnt equate to your sky high rocket standards, not even reaching good, fine.
You totally diminished my joy, and my only free day with your hurtful words.Words which i know were spoken on impulse, but i will never ever forget them.
I know you love me, i love you too.
But my respect for you has went down the drain.
Sunday, January 22, 2012 || 10:02 AM
Posting it here, storing in my archives because i want to constantly remind myself of this.
Friday, January 20, 2012 || 7:56 AM
So disappointed at myself for being so insensitive, yet again.
I really have these issues of being kind. Seriously.
It's very easy to make someone else's day, or maybe even future better.
You just have to follow the steps here. It'll only take 2 seconds of your time.
1. Click on the link abv
2. 'Like' the page
3. And if you don't mind, spread the word by pasting this link on your wall and encourage your friends to join in the cause too! The more the merrier! ;)
So... what is this all about? Actually, I don't really know the full details . Recently, i just kept seeing this on bus-stop adverts, and apparently by liking this page, some sponsors would donate $1 for each 'like' to the less fortunate. Maybe it's a trick to elevate their branding and instill good perceptions of consumers towards their brand but the thing is, these sponsors are not magnified in anyplace/where. I don't even know whom these sponsors are. I'm wondering though... So i don't think it's actually a marketing gimmick, maybe it's purely because some people out there genuinely wants to give back to society, which is very heartwarming :)
It records the funny encounters baristas come across, or funny conversations with their customers.
"A guy walks in an orders two Americanos. The barista asks jokingly, “are both those drinks for you?” The guy replies, “one’s for me and the other’s for the Mistake I made seven years ago."
"I’m diabetic… I know that drink has a lot of sugar in it… I’ll just take more insulin."
"There’s a guy who comes through our DT several times a week who is SO NICE he borders on creepy. I can’t tell, and I’m usually pretty good at telling.
Today he called me Sweet Potato.
That’s right, I’m a Sweet Potato. I’m gonna see if I can get Dear Hubby to start calling me that."
"Thank you for letting me know you are BREAST FEEDING. I am always curious to know why my customers choose decaf."
Tuesday, January 10, 2012 || 7:35 AM
Painfully aware of the very little sand left in the hourglass of my polytechnic life.
& through each minute, each grain of sand symbolizes the friends I'm going to lose, the acquaintances I'm going to forget, the memories which will fade alongside with time, but hopefully it will not symbolize grades trickling down gracefully.
//Yes, I still have time to eat lots of amazing food and to take pictures of such amazing-ness and blog so amazingly because like downhill skiers, I have pretty okay control over the gathering momentum though the end is manifestly near.
(Even though my face is on a pimple strike. One reflecting agony, the other demanding sleep, and then there's this one screaming for ...)
It's 11.49PM, and I need to sleep. I mean, it's healthy to sleep early right?
Good night world ;)
Oh Mr Erich, you underestimate the human spirit and soul. We can take pretty much reality. It's just minimal reality we can't take. In fact, human kind are conditioned to be faced with reality. Does death encompasses minimal reality? Does it? I hope so. If not, we would be invincible. Kinda.
I find it amazing how the amount of work I have has got a direct proportionate relationship with the amount of junk food I feed into my body.
When one increase, the other increases too.
So when you see me gaining weight, greet me with a 'Hey! I see you have been doing alot of work recently! Good job Jacqy!'
Appreciate that ;)
Taking a break off reports
Saturday, January 7, 2012 || 10:00 AM
I'm a little sad, I miss hanging out with stitch & J, & the many things we used to do before reports and projects started dominating our lives.
On the brighter side, it's only a handful of weeks left.
For now, just gotta face it LIKEABOSSSSSSS!!!!
|| 6:46 AM
When is it my turn to vrrommmm vrrrom vroooooooom?
Coming Feb is my BTT re-test, would i be more streeeeeeeet smart by then? *sigh*
I'm such an idiot when it comes to street signs, and directions. No wonder i was NEVER a geog student. Damn. The last time I read a map, i had two motorcyclists spinning around the same area in circles.
Rushing reports through the night proved fruitful, leaving me some time for reading ;)
Had a spontaneous overnight session with white; she was reading, i was doing school stuff. Smuggled into my mum's office. Wanted to feed our brain cells with some pizza, went to the 24 hours NTUC nearby and grabbed some from the frozen food counter. Went to Cheers to borrow their microwave oven, much to their disapproval. At that moment, it seemed like the frozen pizzas, wings and radiation were the most interesting things ever. We kept staring at them & tried to stifle our awkward giggles.
Coming Monday, the list of things gotta churn up would lessen by a little, to
1. FYP &
2. 3 reports
Monday, January 2, 2012 || 9:08 AM
My family recently returned from Philippines. Their main purpose was to
visit my housekeeper's family and to attend a wedding. Alongside with the luggages filled with their clothes full of an overwhelming odor, they brought back some stories to share too :)
My housekeeper has been with my family ever since my brother was born, & that sums up to a good 17 years. (Or 18 if you're factoring in the fact that 2012 is here!) And the 18 years she spent serving my family also equates to the fact that she was deprived 18years of time with her children, her grandchildren, and her own parents.
She spent 18 years in a foreign country which slowly with the long duration here, became less alienated... Yes, she's like family. She was given the authority to scold, cane, reject requests since I was young. To me and my siblings, she was close to a parent figure.
In Singapore, everything is served on a platter for us. We're always the ones being served, and not serving. And then we complain so much and kick a big fuss when the littlest of things doesn't come our way. On the other hand, in the little village about 2000 kilometers away, the people holds the word 'satisfaction' close to their hearts, live life simple but happy, and make everyday counts.
It's so heartwarming to see the family reunited, everybody with big grins on their faces.
P.s/ the lovely lady in grey is my housekeeper, & the one beside her is her mum :)