Tuesday, September 13, 2016


Help me get through today.

Thursday, December 10, 2015


Friend: ...He's one of those art school students who is so non confident, he has to wear this shirt with his school name across the chest. Like (runs hand across chest) "LA-SALLE'

Me: Like the St Andrew's people with their "Once a saint, always a saint" shirts?

Friend: Aye I was a saint also okay. (pause) Only for first 3 months.

Me: That's why you don't have the shirt lah...

Friend:  I Jurong JC one. Once a mat. Always a mat.

Saturday, June 6, 2015

That degree.

The twenty-somethings will usually face the "are you going to further your education" question, especially people with only a Diploma, like myself.

I'm one of those that didn't, because: 
1) I don't know what the hell I want to study, because I'm interested in multiple things. 
2) I didn't have what they call a 'career plan' in the past, hoping from job to job, thus, not much money to go around.
3) There was a part where I tried applying to go into a local university, but of course, I didn't get in. (Bad grades.)
4) I believed in the "learn on the job" thing, because many just have their Diplomas and move up in their careers.
5) I didn't want to get a degree for the sake of getting a degree.

So, the same question has been thrown to me for 10 years. And now I'm 30. 

Let's just say the last 5 years have been what I called 'stable', because I managed to hold on to the same job for 5 years. I learned plenty of stuff on the job, and also using some parts of what I learned back in Poly. But darn, along the way, I figured there's only so much one can learn on the job. 

So yeah, back to school I go. Part-time Degree starting in July, 2-3 days after work. Multimedia Tech and Design."Prepare to have no life", says many. Not too worried about that. Just worried whether I'll have the energy levels to cope with it all. Lao Char Boh le

Friday, March 6, 2015

The one about me walking into Sportsmen Asia

This happened quite a number of years ago. Guess I thought it was inappropriate to post it the last time when SG was not as liberated as now, but now it should be okay...and the said shop is no longer around.

And so my friend and I were wandering around Chinatown Point (before its current revamped state), when we chanced upon a shop named Sportsmen Asia. From the outside, I could see a couple of bright colored sports singlets, and I thought "oh well, a sports shop, can take a look inside lah".

We both went into the shop, and were the only customers. An enthusiastic (not overbearing), young man, greeted us,  keen to show us around. He was beautiful. A stockier man who looked like the bossman, in a nice sports singlet, welcomed us as well. Also, a beautiful man. Weird.

And as the beautiful young man purveyed the wares of the shop, which was racks hung with bright singlets, beautiful shorts and swimming trunks from brands such as Aussiebum...

Wait a minute.... Aussiebum is familar...

And then it clicked. Aussiebum wares. Handsome stall attendants.This was not any sports shop like World of Sports loh.....

WAH LAO...this shop is for people of the gay!

And so there we were, two straight girls, in a shop catering for gay men.  There was no polite way to extricate myself from an awkward situation such as this. Turning my back and dashing out would look like a homophobe. But I'm no homophobe. I had to show that I was comfortable with this.

"Erm... Do you have anything for females?" I tried.

"Well.... Pleasure toys!" said the young man.

He simply said pleasure toys like it's the most natural thing. Like "Vegetables" or "Books"! Oh no...And so we found ourselves politely following him to a (literal) wall of pleasure toys, picking up one particular one that men use on their.. erm... backdoor...and told me that he had female customers buying them as well. And all I could say was "errr it looks easy to wash.",  trying not to laugh.

Before we managed to politely leave, the young man offered a sample of liquid phermones, that can be rubbed on my myself on my wrist, supposedly to help me attract hordes of men for as long as the scent last.

But there were no horde of men that night (or any other night). Only some old friends, and a funny story of how I "walked into a shop for the gays" for them to hear.

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

The Straight Friend

18 or 19. I was the straight friend, unknowingly taking up the role of a fag hag without knowing what 'fag hag' means. The one who accompanied him to the clubs he found listed on fridae.com. We had so little money, enough to buy one small drink in the club, and relying on cheaper drinks at Maxwell Hawker Center to quench our thirst when we left the club.

Monday, November 10, 2014

Maybe in a world where no one else is better
I can be best

Friday, May 23, 2014

Takeaway 打包

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

The Brave Mynah

The brave mynah
Flew to KFC
To eat bits of his own

Monday, April 28, 2014

Battle Scars

Let me see your battle scars
Not the ones from the wars
which you didn't fight.

Sunday, March 2, 2014

Like that how you learn?

Me: When you read your storybook, what do you do when you find a word you don't understand?

Piano Student: Use a dictionary!

Me: Yah lah. For music it's the same thing lah. When you don't understand something in the music sheet, like you can't recognise the note, you just mark it with pencil first, and try to find out what it means.

Piano Student: But sometimes I just skip the word ahh...

Me: Cannot lah like that how you learn?

Sunday, December 1, 2013

I've nothing to write about.

(And so I've found this blog entry lying around for awhile "draft" mode. Canteen 1 of NTU has no more big wanton noodles)

I've nothing to write about. Okay, scratch that. I have nothing interesting to write about. That is why this blog is in this barren state.

So here's an attempt to start writing again, rather than my 160 characters on Twitter.
Food blogging

Here's a plate of dry Wonton-Mee. It costs $3.20 at NTU's Canteen 1. The wontons are generously meaty, with what I think is pork, and prawn. The brown sauce they drizzle on top is a little salty though.

They have a soup version which is cheaper, at $2.80. That would mean: they are charging $0.40 for the sauce they have on the dry noodles?


I wanna show you to the world
And refer to you by your name
Instead of this
You're not a secret, but I can't
frame you up and place you up on my desk
I wanna hold your hand
So what if they see us?