Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Yay! 2nd day of school and good news in the morning. Linda, my supervisor from SAM, smsed Amos & I that our pay is ready. Whee!!! Money's coming in... Oh her sms reminded me that we had taken a 'group' photo picture, that about wraps up the whole internship. Can put in Museum next time k... It's a memory what...



Hope they don't deduct any more of our already measly pay bcos we worked for less than a month. but no need to be so ge gao right...just a few days less mah. But then, measly pay is better than no pay.

But other than that, and that we do alot of 'things that interns do', I have no complains about the whole stay. Oh oh oh and a burnt out social life. Budden again...I don't have a very happening social life in the first place anyway.

***The inofficial Post mortem of the internship*** (The real one is on Friday...*Dreads)

Linda- Funny, easy-going, a to-die-for supervisor (the kind that most interns don't get) with an infectious laughter. ALmost everyday, there are certain periods of the day when me and Amos take turns to fall asleep, but she never wakes us up & scold us(*GASP!). And people who knows me actually knows I have a habit of arriving 5 min late for everything. I swear that's not intentional. But when I do that occassionally, she never chides me too. She frequently tries to convince us that working in the resource room is the first step to a successful curating career.
And plus plus plus, she doesn't set a time limit to how much work we must finish, and instead encourages us to browse through any of the books in the resource room if it interests us. Brings us to buy 4D during lunch, eat with us everyday. And she laughs at all our cock jokes about ba geh ppl. WAH this kind of supervisor where to find?!?!

Amos- My Kopi buddy, a gentle giant, my fellow gossip monger, who sprouts random cold jokes here and there. And the frequency of his cold jokes increases as the days go by. Being a 'traditional' Cantonese, he knows quite a bit about *making soup*, and has taught me the recipe for apple soup during one of our Kopi breaks.
Linda read the online almanac thing and forecasted that Amos (according to his zodiac sign), would be lucky in love this year. And being a good friend, I offered to advertise him in my blog. Since I believe most of my blog readers are girls. Hurhurhur. EH~~ he can make soup okay! Especially to those single girls who have the type of Hindi movie fantasy of chasing the guy around a coconut tree, you'd be surprise to find that he might actually like it.

The tai tais- They are an irresistable, unique category. They only come on Tues and Thurs into the SAM resource room as volunteers...and we thought that tai tais only play mahjong and go shopping. They only arrive at 11am and leaves for lunch at 12.30pm and usually leaves by 3pm. Shiok right. They don't come when it's raining, talk about the kind of christmas gifts that I wouldn't even dream about in my life, talk about social events at the Hilton yada yada, and some didnt even know what's Cadbury chocolate is like(not becos they dont eat chocs). Imagine...
But they are really sweet people. Not in anyway like the fake tai tai wannabes in my ex-agency. They are really refine, not cocky, speak without glitches, writes beautifully, and puts their families first. And when they speak of buying expensive gifts, they're either for their husbands' dunno what associates, or for that lady boss whom they work under while volunteering for Red Cross. Its not to show off, to us little mites in the office, that they r the rich and the powerful. In fact I didnt know they were taitais until LInda told me....budden duh~ who else will have the time to do volunteer work frequently. Hah~ if i do become a taitai one day, I'd wanna be like them... not like some no class models who are just rich men's mistress, who assume that just because they have one more Prada bag than most of us, they're a notch above. I mean what kind of life is it to skip from one men to the other, bearing one man's children after another, just in exchange for more Tiffanys and diamond earrings.

Okie enough of the people at the office...

Anyway, being in a good mood for the rest of the day, I decided to try out the apple soup that Amos taught me. I wanted to make it for dinner for my boyfriend. It was unbelievably good.


APple Soup
Ingredients:
-A pot of water (probably enough for 3/4 ppl)
-some dried seedless red dates
-Some chinese wolfberries
-Some spare pork ribs
-1 apple (get the crisp, sweet type. Amos recommends Fuji apple. But mine turned out fine thought I didnt use Fuji)
-some salt.

Some means you agar yourself. I also dunno because he never tell me. Basically I just didnt scrimp on anything.

Directions:
Bring the spare ribs and red dates and wolfberries to a boil, then lower it to a slow boil. Core the apple and quarter or eighth it. Put that inside the soup too. SLowly boil until the colour of the soup turn to a colour similar to the colour of the apple when it oxidize. Add salt to taste.

*Amos emphasize the need to put in sufficient ribs so that the soup will be meaty enough to be hearty. If not it'll be like apple water.


Tada! Yummy, healthy soup that is good for the lungs, eyes, and complexion. Oh and the apple that is boiled (if you choose the right type), it'll almost taste like the filling in apple pies without the sugar and starch. It is that nice.

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

The Pros and Cons of going to school

Gosh! I actually felt happy being back in school again. With the exception of the stoopid CORS problem and that I still have 1 module to bid for, that was constantly bugging me(I will seriously wrong its neck if it had one), I felt really good when I went stepped into school today. Okay, by school I mean Arts, because my first lesson today was in Science. In fact I was quite flustered by the time I reach Science for my Animal Behaviour Lecture, that I had no time to thing how nice the place is. Plus, the LT was impossible to find; and I dont actually have much memories (let alone happy memories of the Sc fac). Anyway, when I got off Asomething bus at central library, I was immediately greeted by the familiar ever-present bazaare, and the familiar smell of the building. Yay I lurve school(that is if school as usual includes a 4 or less day week, with lessons that generally starts after 10am)!! Coupled with the fact that I'm really very possibly not going to be taking my honours, hence the wave of pseudo nostalgia.

Oh but then I got really quite sian when I went to class and saw my least favourite classmate who always gives me the creeps. If I am not wrong, I am taking at least 2 modules with him. And yes, it means he will continue to haunt me for the next sem. Not to name names la, this 'huhuhu' will always take on girls that are out of his league. By that I don't mean ugly. I have nothing against ugly people. But I have something against weirdness. Today during class I was still quite heng bcos I was sitting next to a male friend. And this 'huhuhu' guy (I will hereby call him huhuhu cos of his demeanour, dressing and his whole aura about him) naturally would not derive the delight he would get in sitting with a female only, so he chose a sit v v near me. eeps!

And if anyone knows him a little, he's always moaning about y he hasn't found his 'one'. So after lesson, huhuhu MSN me and asked me
Huhuhu: Your bf is also taking XXX(<= a certain history module)?
me: huh?? (then realizing he was being sneaky and probably congratulating himself on asking a very smart qn w/o being too obvious, I said) Sorry my bf's from Law, why on earth would he be taking any history module? (dont think you geh geh I dunno lor)

It's like those guys who ask you out for the first time and say eh how come today never go out with bf? It's such a lousy way of asking ppl if they have a bf

huhuhu: (set his MSN to away)

Yea that's the first time he pang seh me first. Hurhurhur! Plus me and my friend(s) find him particularly distastful because he targets not only 1 girl, but a few in every class. And he will never target those who are his pattern. Excluding me from the soon-to-be-made remark, he usually targets those girls who are the prettiest in the class. And if his intentions were just to ask about hw, why issit that the guys in the class are never harressed by him?

Actually this is already one of the more uninteresting story about him. Whoever is interested, can go around the class asking the prettier girls for their versions of the huhuhu story. Oh and his preys are limited to CHinese girls only. Most of them has one. EEEeeeeepppps!!!!!

Friday, December 29, 2006

My 12 Days of Christmas

Even though we ain't in New Zealand this year, Christmas was as lovely.



On Christmas Eve, we went to the Flower exhibition at Suntec City. It was super cold there at level 6, and the flowers there made the whole place smell somewhat like New Zealand. OKie if mai hiam the place really smells a bit like the air in Waiheke Island. And it was sooo pretty that it felt like Christmas!!! Oh and the student concession for the entry ticket was really good too. (And for those who thought the exhibition was for old ladies to buy CNY flowers, and missed it, then I must say, it's really a pity)


My silly boyfriend had also prepared a nice 12 days of Xmas for me this year.

On the 1st day of Xmas, my Zy gave to me: 1 Fasio Powerstay Mascara & Clinique sample

On the 2nd day of Xmas my Zy gave to me: A pretty beads handicraft book

On the 3rd day of Xmas my Zy gave to me: Xmas Edition Oreo! <--That's for Xiaobai

On the 4th day of Xmas my Zy gave to me: A loaf of fruit cake

On the 5th day of Xmas my Zy gave to me: A big teapot

On the 6th Day of Xmas my Zy gave to me: Chocolate fondue maker


On the 7th day of Xmas my Zy gave to me: 2 bottles of Misiones de Rengo (chilean wine)

On th 8th day of Xmas my Zy gave to me: A crimson Swarovski pendant ( I knew that already)
On the 9th day of Xmas my Zy gave to me: a kids size bathrobe

On the 10th day of Xmas my Zy gave to me: Furry bedroom slippers



On th 11th day of Xmas my Zy gave to me: A pair of Red Ninewest Heels!!



On the eve of Xmas my Zy gave to me: An Angel's costume (*Wink)




And Finally...

***And the best part of it all, is that I am no longer contracted to the stoopid Ex-agency. Whee~~ It's gonna be a great year! And sorry for the late pics. Internship's fault.

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

A mighty interesting Xmas at SAM



It's been a week since I started my internship and I haven't had an entry on it...See shows that I've been really busy at work. Hurhur...The working hours are really pretty long, but the people at my office are real dears. I mean they don't even scream at me for falling asleep once in a while.

Anyway, we had a mighty interesting xmas celebration last thursday. For that event, we were supposed to build a xmas tree. Oh well, it turned out to be decorating the xmas tree...We were given paints, markers, ferrero rocher wrappers and coloured paper to transform plain white styrofoam cups and balls into little angels.



For the sake of the lazier people, they also bought white trixie dolls for us to paint on. Which I happily used it.


And just because I'm interning at the Art Museum it means that I'm creative? No...As can be seen soon, yours truly haven't an iota of artistic flair. And so luckily for me, (and unluckily so for SAM), neither does my partner intern. Haha...

Mine turned out looking like a blow doll (yea those kind of BLOW Doll) that had been hit on the head until its silly...





Oh but joy we felt when the buffet came. And pigged out did I...



Oysters...yummy!!
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Here's some of the nicer angels & Dolls.




There's one in Kabaya done by this really sweet malay lady. or at least that was what she was trying to do.

And some red spaghetti messy hair doll.

And my favourite!!! The giant angel made by the Deputy Director though I can't remember her name.



Oh we also had to do sing a song and record it into a video. I thought it was dumb, and it was way too long. We used the 12 days of christmas, with most of the ppl singing really off-key. But I wasn't allowed to post it on my blog...Anyway it'll probably bore everyone to death.

Chirpy Christmas SAM!



PS: Not that I want to say..., but my blog hasn't been working noramlly since my previos entry....and only yesterday did I realize that there were only a pathetic few pictures that managed to turn up.


And I took so many pictures this holiday and I couldn't load it onto the blog cos of the network or some other problems.....Hurhurhur...Now I'll do it with a vengeance. Esp since school is starting...and I'll start getting bored.

Saturday, December 16, 2006

Screw you *J

My ass-faced ex-agency refused to pay me my last cheque. They kept saying it's not ready...well I tendered my payment 2 weeks ago and in the past if they can do it on the spot for me, why cant they now? Apparently, after their shift in management, they've been resorting to unscrupulous, lowly means to earn money.
In any case, I met somebody who used to be quite a big-shot in that agency, *S. And apparently when she quit, they held back her pay. Sigh should I just go to small claimm tribunal and claim back my amount? Or should I just be so great that I'll squash them like an ant next time? I might do just that. Anyway, life outside the agency has been great so far. Can't be more explicit...

'Lose a battle to win a war'...That's what Clausewitz said. That's what the Romans did in response to Hannibals' double envelopment in the Battle of Cannae. I didnt write an essay on Clausewitz in vain after all. Hurhurhur...

Thursday, December 14, 2006

Walking out

2 more days to getting my final pay cheque from my EX-agency and then I'm free!! After which I'll not have anything to do with them or maybe I'll change my number or whatever, because I have really grown to despise the way the people at the management level functions. I thought of entering a whole entry complaining about them the day I handed in my resignation letter and my agent, being a complete ass as usual, he raised such a big hoo-haa over it. But basically, the whole outcry just made me damn glad that I broke contract and left the agency. Talk about uneducated piece of shit. But to do that, I had to risk asking one of my friends from outside the agency to replace me for the 3 events that my booker unreasonably insisted that I had accepted. I mean I could have just not cared and walk away, but he'd not only confiscated my existing payment and go around bad-mouthing me and basically harrass me non-stop until maybe I find an assassin. I mean he would now anyway, but if I had done that, it'll be worse. Anyway I'm really sorry Charlotte. But you were my best chance. Becos U r pretty, sexy and witty. The type that sells <---I hope that helps..hurhurhur. Can't be toooooo explicit here, cos well...you never know who's reading.

Apart from thanking Charlotte, I'm also really grateful to Jessica for being really sweet and Yew Kwang for helping me out. But most of all I'm really grateful to my greatest wonderful darling boyfriend who stood by me bravely like a hero when *J was raining insults at me (then zy) and who spoke up to me despite *J repeatedly asking him to shut up (which we thought was really dumb especially *J kept asking him his opinion). And the perfect piece of resignation letter, which *J totally didnt like, but it was the most perfect piece of termination letter. I mean that's probably why he was so pissed off when he read it even though there was technically nothing rude in the letter. EVen though we only executed Plan A, (yes, there was a template for PLan B & C), I really appreciate your effort in exhausting all your cheem legal knowledge to help me with my resignation, and stayin up till late to finish compiling the documents

To my friends from the agency who actually reads my blog, (note the word friend hor): I'd really miss u guys. Please don't pass words around. Let the idiots in the agency guess all they want, they'll soon find themselves with new musings. At least up till this point, I think those of you who have my blog address are my friends. Haha.

Initially I had wanted to type a whole entry complaining about the whole episode, but on further contemplation, I've decided to present my case as such. Firstly, I would not use my Neverland to advertise the stoopid agency. They're just so bloody not worth it. Secondly, they're not worth me getting worked up as I recollect memories from that day, and they're totally not worth an entire entry space. SO it became half kaopei & half thanking.

Anyway, my new internship has been kind of timely, in the sense that I could use it as an excuse to quit, and also it kind of immersed me into a new environment that's completely different from the bitchy, competitive and sometimes crass world that my EX-agency had pushed me into. More on that in the next entry. Gotta sleep...

Monday, December 11, 2006

'First' Day at work

Oh Joy!

I woke up this morning excited about my first day of internship at the Singapore Art Museum.
ZY drove me to work, and despite mis-reading the map and missing the Clemenceau Exit, I was early!
I walked around the place, and finally got to asking this female security guard how can I enter the building.
SHe told me that the Museum ain't open till 10am, and I happily told her I'm looking for my supervisors cos I'm the new intern.
But I was early, so I decide to wait a while...

Then hor....I took out the print-out of the email that they sent me the other day....

It says "Your internship period will be from 12 Dec 2006 to 5 Jan 2007"

Which means I came for work 1 day early. 1 whole day can...This is soooo Classic.
I am such a retarded kukunaden. But then again who starts work on tues one????!!!!


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Last night when I called my mom in Xi'an, she told me she didnt get any boots for me. WHY????
Sho sad...the past few times she called me she kept telling me how nice the clothes, boots every other thing in Xi'an was so nice and shopping was soooo fucking cheap, and according to her, the fashion there was not some lousy PRC communist fashion. So I was so excited, and for the past few days I kept conjuring up possible images of some nice boots that she bought for me.
Then last night she called and said that she got me a very very cute hair clip....errr I haven't worn a hair chip since JC. Still being very excited at the idea of getting new boots, I enquired about them. Then my mom told me "Dad says these boots very lousy one la, don't buy" Please lor, if I buy in SIngapore $50 also equally lousy, unless of course I'll do an amazon again, and get a pair from nine-west or the likes. But that'll cost me about USD100 +++ If China got boots for about 10SGD why not man?? Damn...My dad doesn't understand man....If only I was there, I'd make sure I'd clear out their shelves and bring it back to Singapore to sell during the flea market thing.