A Gift for Pi

I was spring-cleaning and was not too pleased to find quite a lot of prezzies given to me during past occasions contributing to the clutter.

First there was the pen holder which holds only 1 pen and the hole looks too small to fit a fat mont blanc. Better yet, the parts glued together are coming off yet the price tag is still snuggly stuck on. How sincere. I threw it away.

Then I found a mobile phone case with imitation burberry's print (price tag still on too). Fugly. Dump.

Next there's the bag. Expensive gift but I dun quite like the style. Mum says not bad. Pass to her.

I'm actually not hard to please when it comes to receiving prezzies. The keywords are Practicality, Style and Sincerity. Unless you are a close pal (you know who you are), don't attempt to give me things just for the sake of doing so. I don't like soft toys and any other things that do nothing for me except sit and gather dust. Don't attempt to buy clothes, bags, accessories etc for me unless u know my style very well. I'm lok kok but my lok kok got certain style one. Don't bother getting me gifts just becos they are expensive; my best 2006 X'mas gift is a lock-and-lock container. No need to get me magnets or keychains just becos you've gone on a trip and felt obligated to give me something becos you've been introduced to me a week ago.

Alright disclaimers:
1) I welcome ALL gifts that my pals give.
2) My sincerest apologies if I've given anyone of you one of those "prezzies I hate" type of gifts. You know I dun mean it.
3) If any of the above descriptions sound like something you've given me, please be assured that I still like you :p

Lastly, the gifts you can give me and I GUARANTEE they won't go wrong:
1) Vouchers!!! Capitaland Malls vouchers preferred!
2) Gadgets and gadget-related accessories
3) Music CDs ~ but do check my music preference before buying
4) Books - marketing or design related
5) Blank cheque with your signatory.

Terima Kasih.

misshh you like c(r)a...zh..ee..

i'm missing some people. i'm reminiscing some things. it's as though my heart is divided into many pieces with one tiny corner for each of them and these various parts have now co-joined to rip me apart.

working hard on spring cleaning should take care of this :S

my best one-month notice

So this is it. End of my stint in XP as at 9 Feb 2007.

I haven't made many frens there, though I've met many good folks. I didn't make big impact, though I took away big learning points.

It's the best 1-month notice I've ever served. All thanx to the facilitation I got to do during my last month with the school. Class days were such high points of my work that it's enough to redeem against the ugliness of the school's management.

This XP has got to have the coldest and weirdest management I've ever seen. No words of appreciation, goodbye, "how-to-exit" and well-wishes from a single soul. Except for the encouraging words from a few good people and my peers. It's a place I won't want to work for. It's perculiar why a place for nurturing young minds does not show as much support and understanding towards the well-being of nurturers.

It's beyond me now. But I do pray very hard deep down, that my educator dream does not get clipped. Put me in the right place with the right subject and I think the satisfaction can last a long long time.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

I taught my last class at XP today and now I'm on the brink of tearing. I had seen this coming anyway, despite a very short stint of 3 to 4 lessons with each of my 2 classes.

To my 2 lovely classes, thank you for a great journey. You made me realise the importance on deciding the kind of teacher I want to be. You taught me the grave responsibility of filling a hungry mind. You enlightened me on why I want to be a teacher.

I've inspired and been inspired.

5 things my admirers should know about me

My thickskinnedness tells me I'm on (rotten) peach flower luck recently. But really lar, 喜欢我的我不喜欢, 我喜欢的却不喜欢我. 哎...天意弄人啊! Anyway, to be fair to those interested in me, I've decided to provide some pointers for their reference - can't afford to be too atas now that age is catching up. Maybe, just maybe, someone amid the indistinguished motley bunch might end up being the one. We never know ;)

(1) I like cute men.
Erm...I may not have fairy-lands-on-earth looks but I can't help my shallowness. Unlike 大S who likes only GOOD-LOOKING men, I'm much easier to please. I'm ok with guys as long as they look ok in my eyes.

(2) I don't like undue attention.
The guy who likes me need not shower me unncessary attention. I've got enough limelight on me without having to seek for it. I don't need to feel goosebumps from more yeekish mushy actions.

(3) I don't like men who insist on carrying my bags or opening the doors.
I'm feministic, though not overly. Still my swollen ego forbids and detests those who insist on doing things that I emphasized I want to do myself.

(4) I don't like men who wishfully think how they share my thoughts, likes and dislikes.
I am One-of-a-Kind. Unique. Out-of-this-World. As such, I don't easily share common thoughts, likes and dislikes with just anyone. I decide who I think are on my frequency.

(5) I like men who match up to my crappiness.
Not only must he understand my jokes and nonsense. He needs to make me feel as tickled over his lameness.

I'm a tough nut to crack? Maybe not. We'll break rules for the one we like, won't we?

Can You Keep A Secret?

Dear Diary

I had a nitemare this morning. The unfolding of events was so vivid that I can't get it outta my head. I know it's my employment history coming back to haunt me - first it's the issue of my stakes in a business (no thanx to superb HR), then there's the issue of me moving on from one job (in less than 3 months) to another.

The story went this way:
I went to meet my new boss and the first thing he asked was "so how's teaching?" I stood there frozen. Gawd, they know everything. Every single thing. As though FBI has been sent to investigate my background. Pls...I'm just one small fry trying to earn a decent pay to support my poor parents, upgrade my savings and finally have enough to continue with fulfilling my dreams.

Apparently, my boss knew a colleague from the school who was a Pools champion in a competition that my new company organised. (how apt. my new employer's product offerings has extended to include a sport that they spot in their name). That colleague has mentioned that he knows me and my new boss was unhappy that I haven't included the details of my teaching stint in the CV.

I spent a long time explaining myself outta it. Every word I spat seem to send away everything I was promised in the appointment letter - the decent pay cheque, the incredible bonus, the relatively generous welfare....

The thoughts are too scary to bear.

This was one time I woke up, really glad to know, it was all a nitemare.

*seriously, I'm a little nervous about Wed's meeting now. I hope it's not some interrogative session but just an opportuity for him to catch up and brief me on what's up at my new role.