Creepy Creeps

I was waiting for a bus to take me home when I saw a totally creepy creep. Initially, I was busy observing this 9 to 11-year-old child who was dressed in somewhat oversized and unfashionable (really mismatched) clothes. The child was wearing pants held up with a far-too-tight belt and a t-shirt tucked all the way into the pants. This together with loafers with the backstay stomped flat. (Side note: I have no idea what the back of the shoe is called until now. Haha, blogging allows me to improve my vocabulary.)

His/her hair was longish, so the child might be a girl. But he/she was hanging out with a bunch of boys, so the child might be a boy. The child is fair with a face that looks both girlish and boyish. In all, I was busy staring, trying to figure out the gender of the child.

And there was this grown man hovering around this bunch of un-adult-supervised children. At first, he chatted with the child's friends but the friends soon left when their bus arrived. Then the man started chatting with this child.

I hate to be such a superficial judgmental person, but I am. I think that man is a creep. It seemed to me that the child was disinterested in having a conversation but the man kept trying to 'chat-up' the child. That man, Creepy Creep (CC), sends out BAD vibes. I'm convinced he is up to no good. I won't go as far as to claim he is a pedophile.. (though he probably is), but he sure seems like a creep.

Claim: Pedophiles like to pick out children who are awkward. So that CC is probably doing just that. The child looks obviously awkward with his/her odd dressing.

I listened/eavesdropped and figured out that CC was asking the child about his/her longish hair. I guess the hair is the first thing that hits you once you see the child. The hair is too long for a boy, though the child was dressed in boy's clothes. (As you can see, I was totally distracted by the androgynism.) CC was just asking about the hair. Argh. I couldn't verify his intentions.

Anyway, my bus came and I willed the child to get up the same bus. Unfortunately, my 'will' power is not strong and the child remained at the bus stop. Being the kiasi* Singaporean, I just boarded my bus and proceeded home. I'm so apathetic. (Haha, I'm a-pathetic.) But then, I really don't know what to do. Ask the creep to buzz off? Continue spying at them at the bus stop? What if CC is the child's friend/relative/teacher?

I'm not proud of my apathy. But then, what am I to do?


kiasi*: Singlish, scared died (direct translation), afraid of death

Books and Purin

I've spent some time reading the His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman. Pretty good books. I'm too distracted to write more at the moment (I'm on the phone). So I'll just post some pictures of Purin.

Here are more pictures of Purin. I'm rather fond of him. He is such good company.

Purin is wearing a shirt stolen from a rabbit.

Purin and friends.

Purin is resting.
Ahhh.. So comfi!

Purin's new footstool

An absentminded friend left her dear dog at my place after a sleepover. Purin, being a curious little dog, decided to use this new toy as a footstool.

Here is Purin and his new footstool!
One leg on the stool.

Now two legs on the stool!

Then Purin got sick of playing with the footstool for it was rather dirty. *Purin frowns*

Purin doesn't like to dirty his legs!

Here is a random picture of Seal (His real name is Sirotan) on my new blue sofa. He is so adorably cute. *pinch*

Attack of the L.S.E.

Argh! I've just been hit by a bout of L.S.E. Life is Horrible!

Everyone in Singapore is a size 0. Everyone is gorgeous without trying. The flawless makeup-less skin! What thin legs!!!

They all have that tiny chin that OF says exemplifies beauties. My chin is so not tapered enough.

Everyone has nice large eyes without eye bags or dark circles. They all have nice long dark lashes! Argh. This is so unfair.

I feel great resentment.

L.S.E never befalls on me so terribly in Toronto. How horrid. How horrid.

Everyone is successful, rich and pretty. I am jobless, bored and poor.

ARgh. L.S.E.

Hello... Is anyone there?

The world moves on, with or without you. It has been a while since I have visited Singapore and quite a bit have changed.

How reassuring it is, that life could go on perfectly well without you. But that is how it is.

The insignificance of one's position and role, even in that tiny section of life you once occupied.

Life filters out the irrelevant, the unimportant and the things you couldn't be bothered with. How easy Life does it!

Of health, beauty and vanity

The warm muddy weather is driving me insane. I have been in Singapore for 1.5 weeks and I am still sleeping and waking at odd hours. I doze off at 11pm and wake at 6am. Maybe it is the jet lag. Sometimes I wake in the middle of the night because the fan is blasting at me. It is darn irritating. I miss my duck feather duvet. My life is rather haphazard and boring. It is surprising that one's life could be so haphazardly put today and yet still so routine.

Some time last week, I bought contact lens after a dull window shopping trip at Kovan Heartland Mall. Here it is.

Additionally (and since I have nothing better to do), I decided to shell out $27.20 (usual retail price: $35) for a mask that is recommended by a friend.

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Side note: I also bought some Maybelline Angel Fit Foundation for $25.90. Sheesh I just found out today that the shop that sells the $27 mask is selling my foundation for $19.90. ARgh. $6 down the drain. But what-the-heck.

Anyway, the mask is darn good and I'm totally in love with it. It's the best mask I've ever tried. (Hm, I haven't tried that many. But still...) It digs out all the ecky blackheads, whiteheads and maybe some facial hair *haha*. It's my new favourite thing. And yar, I just bought another bottle of it. Why? I don't know. I just like it. I like to stock up on random things like this. Oh, that reminds me, my Maybelline thing is also darn good. Yeah yeah. It's only available in Asia so I'm going to buy tons of it and cart them to NYC. I am a total kiasu garang guni. Hehe.

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Here is my Seikisho Mask White. $27 for 75ml of good stuff!Oh, I also went for acupuncture. The things I do for the sake of vanity. I hope the poking needles will improve my dark circles. I look like a total monster with my dark circles (see above picture). *sobs* My brother also has them. Horrid horrid genes. Hope my acupuncture will get rid of my eye bags too!

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Here is a picture I took just after the needle is plucked out of my hand. I had 6 needles poked in me. 4 on my face and 2 on my hands. The tiny hole is still present on my hand. Haha. It's so scary (needles in your face?!!). But I'm still going back. I have too much free time. -_-.

On a more solemn mood, a friend just found out that her mom has breast cancer. Her love-hate relationship with her mom is probably going to get much more complicated.

Hm, lots of people have love-hate parent-child relationships. Lots of irrational and rational resentment in life. Sheesh.

Well, I hope everything turns out well. Once the health part is dealt with, then one can worry about the more fun and frivolous parts of life... like Maybelline Foundation and eye bags. Hm, come to think of it, I should probably go for a full body check up, consider all the aches and pains and funny problems that seem to plague me. But like the-above-mentioned friend, I'm far too lazy and afraid of finding out about things I don't want to know. Oh, I so hate bad news.

OF says I'm like an old woman. Haha. For this once, he is right.

New Friend

I've got myself (and Purin) a new friend! Yet another fluffy thing to amuse myself with!!

He's currently nameless. Some times he is called Whale. Hehe. Big fluffy whale.




I'm debating getting this. It's a tissue holder. Cute eh? Awww...

The life of a bummer

Okay I'm back in Singapore. I'm not working. I'm officially bumming my days away.

It's a tough life being a bum. The days pass oh-so-slowly. I don't know why I don't feel this bored in Canada. I think it's the weather.

It's too hot to do anything. I just bum around. It's too hot to even sleep my days away.

And things are obscenely overpriced. I've been away for 2 years and suddenly everything is a-hell-lot more expensive.

I'm cheapskate, poor and unemployed. The living standard is far too high. My Ken-Ken cuttlefish is now 40 cents instead of 30 cents. *argh*
This place is impossibly expensive. And my bumming lifestyle has allowed me far too much time to wander about shopping malls. But I'm too POOR to buy anything.

But I bought this. The green waffle thing with chocolate. It's $1.30. I'm trying to recall whether there is a price increase.
I've learnt that you got to be really loaded to live the tai-tai lifestyle. Else you just live like a bum (aka me). I think working keeps you occupied (and dissatisfied). Too little time or energy to shop.

There are many new malls in Singapore. I've too little humour to go about exploring them. Too bored. Too little patience to entertain/meet up with those I'm not too familiar with.

Lazy. The hot and humid summer days go by oh-so-slowly. I have time to sit on a bus and listen to the aimless chatter of students returning home after classes. I have time to do things rather slowly (or rather, do things at my own pace, without time constrain).

Maybe I've been away for far too long. The cars seem to be on the wrong side of the road. I've stuffed people Canadian money by accident. I constantly feel like I'm in the middle of a Jack Neo movie. It's unnerving.

14 hours

I'm going to be leaving Toronto in 14 hours. In 3 years, I've grown rather fond of Toronto. Hm, I'm not sure about overseas students elsewhere, but one does get attached to a foreign city. I don't look forward (that much) to going back to Singapore even though it is considered home.

Every time I travel, I'm glad to get back to Toronto and the comforts this city provides. It's like the NDP video of 'Home' except that I feel comforted by the Maple Leaf flag (inside of Singapore Changi Airport).

I don't know. I don't know many people or have many close friends here in Toronto. But I'm genuinely fond of this place. I think it is the feeling Toronto provides. The city, as a whole, is welcoming. Most assume I'm Canadian even though I speak with a Singlish accent. People here are nice. I pay high taxes but I'm okay with it. (Oh gosh, I must have been brainwashed by the government!)

I've also taken to singing the Canadian national anthem. (Maybe I feel more strongly about it because the song is in English, I have no idea what Majulah Singapura means.)

How odd one can fall for a country. I have Canadian luggage tags on my luggage (Have you seen anyone with Singaporean tags??). My purin wears a Canadian sweater.

I'm upset that I'm leaving Toronto before Canada Day (1st July).

Canada is doing a darn good job at PR-ing. I don't see foreign students in Singapore being so fond of the country. Of course, I'm still some what patriotic (towards Singapore). After all, I've spent a great deal of time there. The things are familiar and the food is good.

But still, there's something in the Canadian air. I hope I'll be back one day. *fingers cross* May my pending residency go through.

Lots of stuff

I'm such a karang guni. I hate throwing out stuff. I'm moving and I have tons of stuff. Lots of things I'll never ever use/wear. But I won't throw them away. Sheesh.

I'm surprised I don't have much stuff to bring back to Singapore. Most of my stuff is bound for NYC.

At the rate I'm going, I'm going to be a jobless bum in Singapore. Sheesh. Maybe I should be more proactive and look for a job. But I just want a 2day/week job. I want the rest of the time to slack and shop when other unfortunate souls are out working.

Oh, and I want to eat horfun. *hungry*

Someone just told me OF is a nice guy. Haha. I find that funny. No one says I'm nice. *sulks*

This post is getting too random. Argh.

Sleepy

Hm, my visiting friend from Singapore just left. The house is slowly losing its occupants. I'm leaving soon too. Everyone is leaving Toronto.

Ah. I'm tired. And hungry.

It's a mad month. Convocation, travelling and assorted nonsense. Crazy. Really.

Lots of stuff is unfinished. My to-do list is yet to be completed.

I'm tired but I don't want to go back (to Singapore).

I want time to come to a standstill. I want days to pass more slowly. I want a chance to breathe.

The body is failing me

I've just returned from NYC. Feeling terrible. The horrid pollution, dirt, smoke and what-nots are KILLING MY BODY. Anyway, I'm confined to my home, filling myself with weird remedies and pills provided with my 'experienced' housemates. (Drink coconut juice, eat some funny thai powder in water..)

Nothing is working. The toilet is my best friend.

I got to buy myself like a humongous air purifier of some sort when I move to NYC. Maybe a humidifier too.

My tummy hurts. Horrid horrid.

At least I'm back in Toronto where the air is fresher and my bed is fluffier (and cleaner).

Overcompensation

I went to work today and that cell-phone signal measuring guy was still there. Does he have a life?

Then I got sick of doing my plankton-y work and went to have lunch with OF. I had some pretty decent Italian food. Yeah, found new place to eat.. and it is so close to my new apartment. Hola hola.

Okay, OF and I were blabbering nonsense as usually and I had yet another brilliant insight.

Insight: Short people (males) overcompensate by building up lots of muscle.

Hahaha. Yar, there are those tall muscular guys around.. but there seem to be lots of short bulky men. Hm, or maybe they look short because of all the excess muscle.

This is especially obvious if you look at the calves of short people. They are usually bigger than normal. I speculate that their muscles got squished into one big fat ball because their leg bones are not long enough.

I'm trying to find some pictures to demonstrate my point. ARgh. Will post them when I get them.

Oh. My Singapore friend is dropping by Toronto for a visit. Hola. The place is getting crowded.

And I thought my life was painful.

Okay, I just failed my driving test (again). I’m getting used to it. I have self-diagnosed myself with a very mild case of the disorder of the written expression + bad sensory-motor coordination. Ah.. the beauty of taking too many abnormal psychology courses: I keep finding out about problems with myself.

A friend just went: At least you are good at everything else (He’s probably implying something to do with academia). I rather be bad at driving and good at everything else.

But that is also so not true. =(
I want to be good at everything. (I’m not implying my grades are great, because they aren’t! *double =( =( * )

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At work, I saw this guy standing outside my office with some machine. My curiosity (kaypoh-ness*) got the better of me and I approached him to ask him what he is doing. Apparently, he’s measuring cell-phone signals. (Yes, I’m like -_-?!?!?!). He has to move a few feet and measure the signals in the different locations. It’s rather sad, I saw him measuring the floor with a measuring tape to get the exact location. So he stands in a location for 1 minute to measure signals and moves 2 steps to measure again. He’s been out there the ENTIRE afternoon doing this (seemingly retarded) thing. All for the sake of research… This I can’t get.

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How ironic, you probably need a PhD (smart people) to do such funny (stupid) research.

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There are sad people doing sad things for their work. I hope I don’t end up like the cell-phone signal measuring guy. Please please please. Keep my fingers cross. Okay, I fail my %#$&*#% driving test (Driving is making me VERY POOR, please donate funds to me.), but at least I’m not measuring cell-phone signals. Haha, maybe he likes his job. Who knows… but that is SO NOT my thing.

*kaypoh: Singlish, busybody-ness

In great pain

I'm in too much pain and agony to blog. My back aches. I can't bend. I feel like I'm 70.

I went on some horse trail riding on Monday and now I'm sore all over. I'm cranky and in pain. Argh.

But it's still fun. Haha. My horsey is so naughty. He stops and eats when he is not supposed to. And then he pees. His pee-hole is HUGE. It's like yellow water coming out from a tap. And his poo... Lots of poo. At least I didn't step on any horse poo. I'm on a horse. So the horses just stepped on each other's poo. Ew.

We are the Planktons

I'm always having this conversation with OF about our plankton-y status.

If you watched Shark Tale, you might also remember the chart with Oscar, the tongue scrubber fish, at the lowest of the fish hierarchy.

Side note: Someone mentioned that I reminded him of Lenny, that vegetarian shark. I don't know why I keep reminding people of animals. -_- The animals I'm associated with are usually cute and fluffy.. But still... -_-.

Anyway, I feel very plankton-y and very tongue scrubber-y.

I guess it's the terrible age I'm in. I'm neither here nor there. Too inexperienced to be someone, too old to be no one/or to sponge off my parents guiltlessly. Even tiny tots (with rich parents) have a higher status then me. (Reminds me of the time when I was at my prof's place and he kindly reminded us that we are lowly beings without any status or connections. His tiny tots were, fortunately, in a much better situation than us.)

*French accent* This is a terrible age.

Yes, I like to remind myself that there are poor starving children in Africa who have nothing. I should be thankful and all. But I still want to complain and whine about my lack of stuff.

Anyway, a class speaker (some loaded self-made guy), told us that something must motivate you to work hard. It might be fear, greed, desperation, etc.

I think I have all three of these evil evil things.

Okay, I'm so filled with nasty wants... But that doesn't mean I'm going to be a success. *Boohoo* Haha, I might just end up unsuccessful and consumed by nastiness.

(Why am I so amused by my possible horrid life? It's hard to be a success if you don't have some terrible nonsense chewing at your ankles about all the possible failures!! I am so discontented, yet happy. I'm so ironical. )

Anyway, I've always believe life will be good to me. And I've yet to be proven wrong.

Free Candy Inside

What I saw on my way home from work. I didn't take the picture, but the building/structure behind this door is that of some energy pipe.

The sort of thing that just made me smile.

Random nonsense

I have been clogging the toilet daily. I hate low pressure flush.

I'm rather bored with nothing to do. So here are some random pictures.

I cycle with gloves (mittens) even in spring. I just don't like the feel of the bike handle. Haha. It looks so so funny. Stick arm, fat hand.
I went for some seafood.. And here is what I ordered. There's a lobster under the snow crab.

And here are disgusting barnacles on my crab. Ew ew ew.

I usually like seafood.. But the seafood is FAR too salty for my liking. It covers all the taste of the seafood. Ang moh style cooking. Hmph!

I like my rather plain steamed seafood. Prawns in wine.. Yummy.

Clogged toilets, bad jokes and horrid driving

Okay, I've just clogged the house's only toilet. Horrid horrid toilet. Super low quality toilet with a weak flush. All wonderfully provided by the cheapskate landlord. I've clogged the toilet more times in the 2 years I've stayed here than in 21 years of my clog-free life.

I've plunger-ed that darn clog and made things worse. Now the mess of toilet paper have moved to the tinier mid section of the toilet pipes and blocked the water flow. I can't even put the plunger down for fear that the yucky toilet water will overflow. Ew.. Now I just have to wait for that darn thing to slowly drain.

Oh, everyone in the house has been clogging up the toilet since we switched toilet paper. Better quality toilet paper clogs the toilet more. Sheesh.

Someone needs to invent anti-clogging, auto-disintegrating toilet paper.

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I was in this conversation with a bunch of neighbours some days back when one girl mentioned that one could identify mystery man by his penis.

Side note: We were talking about some secretive group in school who went about in masks and chains (they chained themselves together). Then, I asked how he peed. So someone suggested identifying him by his penis e.g. "I know that mole..."

Anyway, the point is the penis thing was really funny to the girls but the guys were like -_-. I guess men just don't like having their weenie (or any other weenie) being laughed at.

I find this so funny. Haha, but the guys reading this probably don't think so.

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I'm one of the rare few who doesn't enjoy driving. I find it more of a chore. Granted, it's because I'm a terrible driver.. But I decided it's just not enjoyable at all. I enjoy the transportation freedom of having a car but I do hate driving. Oh gosh, I so so want a driver. Eh, but I don't have a car for the driver to drive... Hm...

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Random question: How do ancient people cut their nails.. I'm pretty sure there are no nail clippers around. Do they just chew their nails off? Or do they scratch their nails against rocks of some sort (just like a kitty cat)?

Lala... I have free time

My exams are over and I'm not doing much. But time seems to pass quickly. I don't know why. How horrid that time crawls to a standstill when examinations loom but darts off in a blink when you are having fun. Eh. But I'm not having fun. It's more of a having-time-to-myself thing.
During school terms, I'm usually flooded with deadlines, mid-terms and what-not. Now, there are things to do, but I have taken a more laidback approach. I guess it's cos there's nothing much I can do to that will crucially influence my life.

I'm glad I have the time to read. It's really hard to pry time away during school to read for leisure. Thank goodness huge, horrid volumes of textbooks have not squished my love for reading. I have a thing for classics. I'm currently reading Emma by Jane Austen. It's that sort of literature text hated by many. I have odd tastes in reading material.

Anyway, the extra time is good for reprioritizing, rethinking, re-orienting stuff in my life. Haha, school term forces my brain to focus on academia. Oh how I hate it. If only I have more time to think.

Alas, it would be back-to-school for me in 4 months. I hope the new environment would provide the sort of stimulation I need. This darn place is far too dull. I feel stifled and un-stimulated. I guess I didn't force myself to explore and push myself to find the sort of stimulation I need. I'm all coddled up here in my tiny little world with all its usual routines.

My prof was going (haha, I like to quote my profs) that one needs to put oneself in the most difficult situations. This way, one can improve. It's true. I'm such a masochistic; I like life to be a little tough on me. Haha. Anything too easy and comfortable becomes a boring routine. But then, I detest changes, stresses and other horrid things that come with challenges. I so need to find a balance. Need just the right amount of challenge and the right amount of stimulation.