Today, I had a very unpleasant experience.

I seldom utilize the facilities NUS Staff are entitled to. However, today, my friend requested me to print his NUS transcripts. Hence, we made our way down to the Graduate Office to use the photocopying machine. As we were in the process of photocopying, someone behind barked,"Are you photocopying your personal stuff or work stuff?"

Quite obviously, the words "Excuse me?" do not exist in her dictionary.

Anyway, her question is very ambiguous in my case, because being a research assistant, it is difficult to differentiate what is for personal and what is for work since they both cross the lines very often. So I continued..

Me: (Almost too politely) How do you tell the difference between personal and work?
Her: (Almost a bark) You are not supposed to print personal stuff, you know?!
Me: (Shows NUS transcripts) Do you consider this work or personal?

Seeing the NUS logo, she somehow lost her tongue and kept utterly quiet. We stood waiting for her reply.

Her: WELL! (pointing at the machine) I AM WAITING, YOU KNOW?

HOW RUDE. I bet if I were to be a bald/white-haired professor-looking man, she would probably be cooing sweetly and politely. Just because I am dressed as a student, doesn't mean I am unimportant, you know?

But that's the problem with most Singaporeans. They alter their attitudes according to people's images. If you look rich, salespeople treat you much better. If you look poor, they throw you dirty looks. The same atrocious customer service can be observed in NUS. Students are supposed to pay exhorbitant amount of school fees to attend university courses and get rude services from administration. If you are in doubt, you can hop down to SoC helpdesk, Graduate Office.. you will probably see some women who will bark "YAH? What you want?" instead of "Hi, can I help you?".

Apparently, students don't deserve a courteous attitude as compared to professors. Why? I wonder. After all, without the students, I don't think the admin can maintain their jobs. I can only hope that the same rude admin girl treats a student-looking professor like this one day and gets sacked. Ha. Dream on, me.
Posted at 09:01 PM by missjellybeano/">missjellybeano | 5 beanoes

Okay! This time, it is no April's Fool joke! It's really my brother's birthday. Fortunately for him, my mother decided to bring him to the world 2 days later, otherwise, he would really be a joke.

Anyway, note that my brother is not an indian (in case, you mistook the above picture for one). In reality, he is just un-naturally tanned, like he has some melanin overdosage. Even when he is away from the sun, he is already tanned. So, when he is IN the sun, he is actually charred. (Interesting coincidence: his girlfriend's name can be shortenas as char)

Oh well, he is already 27. Doesn't 27 sounds fatherish? Guys at this age are supposed to be married with kids, right? Ha. So I told him to pull up his socks.

Besides my bro's birthday, today can be declared as "Worst Cramps Day". My cramps were so bad this morning, I couldn't get out of bed to tackle my overload of work. Now, I am feeling better after eating some Panadol. But then again, I lost all motivation for work! Grr.


Posted at 02:58 PM by missjellybeano/">missjellybeano | 7 beanoes

When the results of Miss Singapore Universe were revealed yesterday, I was incredulous. Personally, I felt the winner's answer in the first Q & A was the most ridiculous. In fact, I felt it almost equalled a similarly duh-inducing answer few years ago. Apparently, that finalist answered something about using her handphone radiation to track her way out of a jungle or something.

This time, the question was: "What is the one food you can eat for the rest of your life?" She seemed stumped for a moment but continued,"I think it is popiah." (Camera zoomed in on the judges who displayed expressions of puzzlement.) "Because I can eat it everyday." And then (fortunately for her), she continued with the nutritrional values of popiah. I bet her dad is the owner of some popiah franchise. And he must be sponsoring this contest. Otherwise, there is no other explanation how she could have won it. This is so a conspiracy.

I felt there were other contestants who gave better answers. Imagine..in the actual Miss Universe competition..

MC: Who is the one person you would love for the rest of your life?
Her: My mother because I can love her everyday.

MC: Where is the one place you would want to go most?
Her: Popiah Stall because I can eat popiah everyday.

MC: Why are you in this competition?
Her: Because I can be a beauty queen everyday.

Wahahaha. Evil me
Posted at 11:58 AM by missjellybeano/">missjellybeano | 6 beanoes

At an ungodly hour of about 6 this morning, I was rudely awakened by some sharp knocks on my window. Now, nothing is more freaky than some knockings on the windows, especially when the sun is not out and the stars are bright. Especially when I am sleeping blissfully on the second storey of a house.

Thinking I must be dreaming, I covered myself with my comforter and tried to fall back into sleep. Then it came again..

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Three sharp raps. On my window!!!!

Thankfully, whatever lied behind my closed windows were also hidden behind the curtains. I tried to imagine what could be knocking on my window. Could it be a bird with a darn huge beak? Could it be a flying pontianak head? Whatever it was, I did not have the guts to pull the curtains apart. I sat there for a moment, and decided to..

run to my parents' room. (Heh, so smart, right?)

Anyway, to my horror, my dad has left for his Sunday morning swim and my mother has brought Toto for an ungodly morning walk. Sheesh, I thought. I still want to sleep! Grr.

So I reasoned myself,"Whatever is outside the window shouldn't be able to get it. That's why it's knocking, right? So, if it can't get in, it can't hurt me. Anyway, if it does, I will probably just die and spare myself from the trauma of the coming exams." With that, I fell back asleep.

So, the matter was forgotten until later in the day..

Mum: Girl ah, this morning I use the bamboo pole hit your window, you know?
Me: Huh?
Mum: Yah lor, I was stuck outside the house because Pa locked the door before he left.
Me: It was you! I thought who the hell knocking on my window!
Mum: It's me what. Why you didn't open the window! I stood outside for 15 minutes.

Apparently, my mother thinks that knocking on a second floor window with a bamboo pole is something very usual and common and that I should always open my curtains to check out who is knocking on my window.

Well, look what happens in all horror movies! Curiosity always kills the cat!
Posted at 03:16 AM by missjellybeano/">missjellybeano | 9 beanoes

So, have you all read about the controversial news report regarding a certain charity's 189 million dollars in reserves? Honestly, I was a little alarmed when I read it at first, thinking how much of my hard-earned money I actually contributed into this humongous sum. But then again, this could be some media's conspiracy to foil another's big TV charity event happening (coincidentally) this week.

However, I am currently very skeptical about this whole charitable organization. You see, my friend informed me yesterday that his friend, who obtained a bachelor degree in arts, got a HR job at that particular charitable organization. Apparently, her pay is nearly $5K. Now, firstly, a fresh graduate is not really capable of earning $5K in a private MNC. Here we have, a charitable organization offering this exhorbitant amount for a HR position! So, that's where part of my donation goes to. I don't see why a charitable organization should pay their workers such amount. Such work should involve people who are really charitable in their heart. Tsk. There is no wonder they refused to reveal the amount their top three employees are earning over here. Why, I am sure the HR position is not in the top three, and yet its salary already exceeds many other private companies.

I am really sympathic with the patients with kidney problems, by the way. Few years ago, I did some voluntary tuition and my student's mother was suffering from kidney diseases. You can actually see huge tumour-like lumps along her left hand where the dialysis tube thingy actually inserts in. She told me that the process is painful and her medicine creates weird side effects.

But hey, 189 million dollars will be able to buy new kidneys for at least 1,890 people (assuming 1 kidney cost $100,000).

I am so disillusioned.
Posted at 03:43 PM by missjellybeano/">missjellybeano | 9 beanoes

What is possibly worse than having examinations?

To have your brother, who has just finished submitting his final dissertation (sort of an final examination), and inviting a whole lot of friends to our home to celebrate.

Well, I haven't even started my examination!

It's not like they are being all inconsiderate and making a whole lot of din. It's just a classic case of sour grapes on my part. There they are, staying up all night, alive with energy, laughing and stamping their feet. Here I am, trying very hard to keep awake all night, restless with no energy, trying hard not to cry as I embarked on a horrendous journey of econometrics.

I feel sorry for myself.

I bet all them in the room will be like thinking "Aw, your poor sister. Having examinations, ain't she? Poor thing." No, wait. More probably, they will be like "Exams? What exams? No more such a word in my dictionary." and proceed to laugh maniacally. No, wait. I don't think they even care!

I am depressed. 24th April, please come soon.
Posted at 02:20 PM by missjellybeano/">missjellybeano | 8 beanoes

It's abit strange how some men can stay glued to the television, with the PS2 controls stuck in their hands for like 12 hours straight. It's an unexplicable phenomenon, especially when they are suffering from serious lack of sleep, but yet able to stay awake enough to totter away at the controls. For instance, my brother brought his friends back home for a PS2 party after their dissertation submission as detailed in previous entry. All of them were busy with their dissertation with hardly an hour's sleep for the entire week before. In midst of the game, one of them fell sick and asked for a panadol. When my brother told him to rest, the sick guy replied,"No. Must play. Must play."

Also bizzare is their choice of games. Ever notice how men's games tend towards violence. They like to kill, kill and kill. Destroy! (Yes. Yes.) So you have game like Diablo, Counterstrike where you role-play, get involved in bloody shootouts, stab, kill, bomb. It's no wonder the men-ruled world is currently in chaos. Wars here, wars there, wars everywhere.

If they aren't destroying in a game, they would must definitely be trying to control some eleven men to net some bag of air. A whole lot of good it does to the world, huh?

Females (I presume they are mostly similar to me), on the other hand, don't destroy or kill. Instead, they play games like THE SIMS, SIMS HOTDATE, SIM CITY.. constructive stuff where people check each other out, build stuff, and generally make people happy. (Of course, occasionally you get sadistic females who tortue their SIMS for the heck of it.)

What's the moral of the story then?

If the world is ruled by females, everybody will be checking everybody out, building houses and furniture and happy! No wars! No violence! Yay!
Posted at 10:43 PM by missjellybeano/">missjellybeano | 6 beanoes

Sigh. Only one MISERABLE examination was completed yesterday and I am already exhausted and restless, thinking about what I can do right after this torturous period. I would rather have all the examinations at a go, than suffer a draggy length of revision until the next examination. Most of the times, instead of revision, my mind is probably wandering aimlessly.

Anyway, despite having 2 more examinations to suffer through, I somehow managed to convince myself that I have time for a movie last night. So, we caught Starsky and Hutch, a comedy that is not very comical.

Before entering the cinema, I paid a visit to the ladies' room.

Suddenly, I remembered a story a friend related to me the night before. Apparently, his 2 friends went to the ladies at Paradiz center. One of them discovered she did not have toilet paper in her cubicle and requested her friend to hand her some. Someone (or something) heard her and helpfully handed some paper over...

However, when she came out of her cubicle, she discovered her friend was actually not in the cubicle beside her, but was outside checking her make-up.

So she asked,"Did you hand me any toilet paper?"
Her friend looked puzzled,"No? I did not hear you ask for toilet paper."

They both looked around and saw there was nobody else in the toilet.

Both of them reprimanded each other, thinking each was trying to pull a trick. After some time, they decided that it was too spooky to continue arguing in the toilet and left.

With the story running through my mind, I imagined what I were to do if someone was to pass me toilet paper from another cubicle. Say "no thanks."? I got a little freaked since there was not a single soul in the toilet and I decided to forgo my piss. Heh.

Anyway, do check that there is toilet paper in your cubicle next time you visit the toilet!
Posted at 05:32 PM by missjellybeano/">missjellybeano | 7 beanoes

These few days, the weather is so exceedingly warm I could have sworn I witnessed a mirage right outside my garden. With the sun outside burning mercilessly, I could break into a sweat just sitting doing nothing. So, imagine my poor Toto, covered in his thick layer of black fur, wondering if he is in furry animal hell.

So, I took him to Labrador Park for some sea breeze. He ran around, berserk as usual. However, the air at Labrador Park was even stiller than the humid air in my toilet. Not a single whiff of breeze! Grrr.

Anyway, after marking every single tree with his drop of pee, Toto decided he wanted a drink. To my dismay, I discovered I have forgotten to bring his bowl. Hence, I tried to improvise and poured some water into my hands for him to lick.

Apparently, more water was leaked than could be slurped by Toto. Therefore, I tried to aim my bottle and throw some water into his panting mouth. The first aim threw some water into his eyes.

The second time, the water was thrown into his nose.

He gave a choking sound, threw me a disapproving look and leaped off, deciding I am a lousy mistress after all.

But the thing with pets is that they are extremely forgiving. After treating him to a 25 cent ice cream cone, he got all chummy with me once more..

P.S.: This is just a 'I-am-bored-and-sick-of-studying' entry.
Posted at 01:30 AM by missjellybeano/">missjellybeano | 12 beanoes

First of all.



I must say I am feeling almost at the top of the world.
The word is "almost" because my examinations ended on the day when all NUS examinations ceased. That means I would have nobody to laugh at or smirk,"HAHA! MY EXAMINATIONS ARE OVER! WHAT ABOUT YOURS?"

You see, the fraction of people whom I can do this to is diminishing significantly bi-annually. Many of my friends belong to the working population - in another words, the population that goes "Exams? What exams? Is that a word?". Hence, the sad portion of friends remaining who are taking examinations are primarily NUS undergraduates. Regretably, people like didi's mother completed their examinations even earlier, depriving me of a chance of such simply joy.

Anyhow, EXAMS are OVER. That is what matters. Hereby, I would like to extend my thanks to my trustworthy, no-other-clocks-can-beat-it snooze function - Mister Toto! *Ta dah*



I am certain all of us suffer from the continuous-pressing-of-snooze-button syndrome. That means, once the bloody alarm clock rings in the morning, say at an ungodly hour of 830am, one will tend to tap the snooze button every 10 minutes until he realize it is noon. I would have you to know that my brother once had a HUGE Hello Kitty Alarm Clock. By huge, I meant it is about half a metre in diameter. Whenever it rang, it would have passer-bys wondering where is the fire. But the thing is, the shrill ringing could wake the whole neighbourhood up, except my brother.

Oh dear, I digress. REWIND! (Just like the iPoD's catchy advert that goes *Hey Mama..* )

So anyway, all is calm in my bedroom as long as the alarm clock doesn't ring. If my alarm clock rings and I am still in bed, Mister Toto will find it his responsibility to wake me up. He will whine if I cover myself in my blanket or pillow, or use his large nose to nudge me awake. If I lie as still as possible (like I have fallen asleep), he would give up and stay under my bed. BUT! As soon as I lift up one eyelid to spy on his whereabouts, he will be up about again in his persistent whining.

I suspect a conspiracy between my mum and Mister Toto - "Everytime you wake that lazy daughter of mine out of bed, you get a T-bone."

Heh. Good day everyone.
Posted at 01:43 PM by missjellybeano/">missjellybeano | 8 beanoes

After frying my brain cells intensively over the last forthnight, I decided to take a break after my last examination and watched a movie. There was a generous assortments of movies but I needed one that required zilch brain cells; one whereby I can laugh my brains out. The last comedy I caught was "Starsky and Hutch", and sausagelips was doing a very bad impersonation of Ben Stiller every now and then after the movie, growling: "Do it! Do it! Just do it!" (You won't know if you didn't catch the movie..). I badly needed a movie that erased his memory pertaining to this aspect.

I decided I wanted to watch "50 First Dates", but he looked petrified. Even right before the movie, he was attempting to make me regret my choice by saying "I hope you know we are paying $8.50 per ticket for a show that is only hour and a half." Well, the show was a blast! I enjoyed myself tremendously and I can harp all day long about how sweet Adam Sandler is. This, says sausagelips, is the main reason he is reluctant to watch romantic comedies. According to him, such movies are unrealistic and "put ideas into girls' head", thereby "spoiling the market" for the entire male population.

Anyway, I just finished writing a paper for my supervisor. More work should be done before I decide to reward myself with "Kill Bill Vol. 2" later in the evening. Maybe that movie can "put some ideas" into his head regarding how vicious women can be. *brandishes samurai sword*
Posted at 12:35 PM by missjellybeano/">missjellybeano | 9 beanoes