Monthly Archives: February 2009

CNY09 photos

finally got the photos..!

i realise alot of things go into a nice CNY celebration.

first and foremost there’s the glorious food:

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and MY FRIED RICE (applause)

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definitely a little bit of nathanp1010868

just to be sure: nathan is the lil dark devil there.

p1010867he ain’t heavy..okay yes he is.

oh and did i mention i have a newborn sister?p1010898

(relax its my cousin’s kid)

and then the after party late night mischief:

dsc01712dsc01713dsc01714hehs. we set the whole box of sparklers on fire. it exploded on both ends and it was so cool. these photos really do no justice to the coolness of what really happened.

this week was rather slack. not much homework was given. not really tied down by remedials. but weirdly i felt exhausted throughout the week.i’m guessing it was because i kept going ou t at night.

one of the nights this last week i saw this:

18-02-09_2226 dunno what happened. it was a quiet night. this little boy was taken away on a stretcher. hope he’s turned out okay.

this other night went to essential BREW’s. got dessert discount!

24-02-09_2229green tea cheesecake.

doesn;t look like very much. but it was really tasteful.

oh and ive been keeping up with american idol after hollywood week. somehow i always seem to miss hollywood week every season.

i thought this adam lambert guy was cute.

but it turns out he may be gay.

and in a sombre tone i was like  “no..!”

why?why gay? why?!WHY!


happy valentine’s an hour ago!

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thank you sweet people!

i thought this year’s vibe was lower than that of last year’s. but my harvest was still greater. hehehs.

stuff i’ve been thinking about:

-can’t stand Zango.

-its sounded a little sad when OPRAH said, ” You dont have to be in love to enjoy valentine’s day.”

-its a fact: there are no real aphrodisiacs.

-whether i should cut my nails

-whether i should be mad about the teacher’s super last min notice tt there wasnt going to be SYF rehearsal today.

i was so damn pissed. it was supposed to be at 9. i wandered around school, couldnt find anynody anywhere. DID NOT have my phone.

so i made a couple of calls and then good thing valerie showed up early too. they sent out the sms at 8:53. wtf right.

“too many ppl couldnt make it.” SO? all the lower sec were going to be there since the was PTM, and the upper sec had to come to school anyway later in the morning! idiots.

waste my time.

PTM was boring. and hot. whole day was hot. now its hot. its been hot all week.

the grass everywhere is browning. very sad.Go to fullsize image

you know what else is sad?

that my club’s teachers say we’re aiming for an SYF gold.

that i havent watched benjamin button.

that i have, as of now, cut my nails already in the span of time i took to write  to this point.

i always leave my nails long for so long that when i cut them i lose my ‘sense of proximity’ in my fingers, for like a day.

i’m very random today, gosh.

i dont care much for valentines day.

if you have the heart, every day is already special enough.♥


Article by Lee Kuan Yew’s daughter‏

i got this through email. i thought it was good.

In 2007, in an end-of-year message to the staff of the National Neuroscience Institute, I wrote: ‘Whilst boom time in the public sector is never as booming as in the private sector, let us not forget that boom time is eventually followed by slump time. Slump time in the public sector is always less painful compared to the private sector.’

Slump time has arrived with a bang.
While I worry about the poorer Singaporeans who will be hit hard, perhaps this recession has come at an opportune time for many of us.
It will give us an incentive to reconsider our priorities in life.
Decades of the good life have made us soft. The wealthy especially, but also the middle class in Singapore, have had it so good for so long, what they once considered luxuries, they now think of as necessities.
A mobile phone, for instance, is now a statement about who you are, not just a piece of equipment for communication. Hence many people buy the latest model though their existing mobile phones are still in perfect working order.
A Mercedes-Benz is no longer adequate as a status symbol. For millionaires who wish to show the world they have taste, a Ferrari or a Porsche is deemed more appropriate. The same attitude influences the choice of attire and accessories. I still find it hard to believe that there are people carrying handbags that cost more than thrice the monthly income of a bus driver, and many more times that of the foreign worker labouring in the hot sun, risking his life to construct luxury condominiums he will never have a chance to live in.

The media encourages and amplifies this ostentatious consumption. Perhaps it is good to encourage people to spend more because this will prevent the recession from getting worse. I am not an economist, but wasn’t that
the root cause of the current crisis – Americans spending more than they could afford to?
I am not a particularly spiritual person. I don’t believe in the supernatural and I don’t think I have a soul that will survive my death. But as I view the crass materialism around me, I am reminded of what my mother once told me: ‘Suffering and deprivation is good for the soul.’


My family is not poor, but we have been brought up to be frugal. My parents and I live in the same house that my paternal grandparents and their children moved into after World War II in 1945. It is a big house by today’s standards, but it is simple – in fact, almost to the point of being shabby.
Those who see it for the first time are astonished that Minister Mentor Lee Kuan Yew’s home is so humble. But it is a comfortable house, a home we have got used to. Though it does look shabby compared to the new mansions on our street, we are not bothered by the comparison.
Most of the world and much of Singapore will lament the economic downturn. We have been told to tighten our belts. There will undoubtedly be suffering, which we must try our best to ameliorate.
But I personally think the hard times will hold a timely lesson for many Singaporeans, especially those born after 1970 who have never lived through difficult times. No matter how poor you are in Singapore , the authorities and social groups do try to ensure you have shelter and food. Nobody starves in Singapore.

Many of those who are currently living in mansions and enjoying a luxurious lifestyle will probably still be able to do so, even if they might have to downgrade from wines costing $20,000 a bottle to $10,000 a bottle. They would hardly notice the difference.
Being wealthy is not a sin. It cannot be in a capitalist market economy. Enjoying the fruits of one’s own labour is one’s prerogative and I have no right to chastise those who choose to live luxuriously.
But if one is blinded by materialism, there would be no end to wanting and hankering.
After the Ferrari, what next? An Aston Martin? After the Hermes Birkin handbag, what can one upgrade to?

Neither an Aston Martin nor an Hermes Birkin can make us truly happy or contented.
They are like dust, a fog obscuring the true meaning of life, and can be blown away in the twinkling of an eye.
When the end approaches and we look back on our lives, will we regret the latest mobile phone or luxury car that we did not acquire? Or would we prefer to die at peace with ourselves, knowing that we have lived lives filled with love, friendship and goodwill, that we have helped some of our fellow voyagers along the way and that we have tried our best to leave this world a slightly better place than how we found it?
We know which is the correct choice – and it is within our power to make that choice.

In this new year, burdened as it is with the problems of the year that has just ended, let us again try to choose wisely.
To a considerable degree, our happiness is within our own control, and we should not follow the herd blindly..

 
 
 
 

 


CNY09 and more.

25-01-09_1026on the 24 jan at me aunt’s house.

25-01-09_1024 my nephew nathan. he’s so cute. ahh.

i was asking him, smiling and chuckling at the same time,” ni zai zuo shen me?” ( what are you doing?)

then he said,” i zai zuo gou!” (i’m a dog!) omg, he’s so adorable. sigh.

anyway, less importantly, but still important,i finally did sth peranakan other than wearing nonya kebayas on racial harmony day and family gatherings.

i learnt to cook a peranakan dish!

woke up super early to go my aunt’s house learn: (she’s a super cook, i promise i’ll be there every day after my O levels man)25-01-09_0934

the smell is just like nutty and sweet. very tasty. its called iteckshio i think, sounds very jap though.

we ate it on saturday though, co s of the reunion dinner with my mum’s side of the family.

i cooked this for the reunion dinner too:

25-01-09_1754 its called…ehh..baked salmon topped with creamy cheesy mushroomy sauce. and then baked again with chopped parsely.

it doesnt just contain salmon and cheese and cream and parsely okay!

after the reunion i went with my sis to chinatown. horrendously packed. the financial recession has so not dampened the spirit. bought some sparks for the next day big family gathering at myhouse.

unfortunately, i was too lazy to get the pics from my father’s camera. but an yway it was really fun. channie’s first CNY. food was overwhelming. i cooked fried rice. ppl said it was good. hehehs. auntie lucy’s 60th bday. alot of meaning.

but the kids left early, so me, jane, sis and junning went to play with the sparks ourselves at bukit batok nature reserve.

a tinny bit scary place to be at 12-1.

last saturday we had a brunch with  my aunt’s family (mum’s side), go tto see jie min:

31-01-09_1338 it felt so nice carrying her cos it was                                                                         a super cold restaurant.

31-01-09_1339 31-01-09_1340and she was so warm.

she’s so easy to carry la. occasionally she kicks up her drumsticks in joy but other than that she’s very comfortable.

there’s a stark difference between the ppl from my mum’s side and my fahter’s side of the family. for one, my mum’s side speaks chinese and hokkien. and they’re realtively quiet ppl. my father’s side is almost no chinese at all ( peranakans mah), but a mix of hokkien, english and malay. and they are very loud and a lot of fun.

anyway, i saw this yesterday at westmall watsons.

06-02-09_2104 the phrasing could stand to be more subtle.