Sigh.

There it goes. The end of my favorite sitcom. The sitcom then stayed with me through my secondary school, junior college and university days. The whole ten years of my life!

It made Mondays much more bearable. It brought many laughs to my life. I remembered how I re-watched tirelessly my video-recorded episodes during my bout of chicken-pox. And somehow, now it is gone, it just a grim reminder how I am getting old, how nothing is forever...

Sigh.

No more Monday laughters ever again.



*Grieves*
Posted at 11:38 PM by missjellybeano/">missjellybeano | 4 beanoes

Yeah, so I have been neglecting this blog due to a variety of reasons: Work, sick, work, play, work, work, work. Notice the emphasis on WORK. Everybody, including my supervisor, has been nagging at me, admonishing me for being LAZY.

"Wah lao, why are you so relaxed?"
"Eh. Look at you. Damn slack!"

Those are the very-frequent grouses I hear from everybody! However, they are ignorant about the fact that I actually seclude myself from civilization when I work. Bi4 Guan1 Xiu1 Lian4, you know. Tsk. Whaddadayknow. Tsk.

Anyway, no drawings for now because my lappie is currently very stressed up. It dies on me for no reason and I have decided to spare it from furture torture of starting the ever-RAM-intensive Photoshop.

Talking about drawings, I realized a cousin of mine has been displaying my pictures on her blog. At first, I was quite flattered until I realized her nickname was changed to autumn as well. Talk about Identity Crisis. Gee, I briefly remembered how I told her my nickname was autumn. Well, it still is autumn, regardless of the fact that it is now missjellybeano on this blog. I mean, if you are inspired by me, can call yourself summer, spring or winter lar. I feel ROBBED of my identity!

GAH! Whatever.

Now for missjellybeano's lessons on ways to deceive people into liking something, some one... (Whoever says research is boring?)

For instance, your best friend come to your with a problem: "Should I choose Guy A or Guy B?! They are both cute, hunky, smart and rich. I can't decide!" (And we know this is a fictitious situation because there aren't such guys in Singapore.)

Now, supposed you don't want her to choose Guy A for some reason. Perhaps he has B.O.

So.. while your best friend is crying on your shoulder, ask her to name TEN things she like about Guy A.

Chances are that she will go:

"He's cute. He's clever. He's rich. He's a gentleman. He's tall. He's uh.. uh.. uh.."

And she gets stuck! Hooray. There are only so many adjectives one can use. Then she is going to think "UGh, this guy sucks! I can't think of anything good to say about him!"

Ah. Then you console her, tuck her in bed and pat her to sleep. Tell her to think about the problem some other day.

3-5 days later, the same problem cropped up again!

So now you ask her to tell you 3 things she like about Guy B (who is the one you prefer lar.)

It will probably be "He's cute. He's clever. He's rich. He's a gentleman. He's tall... HEY I NAMED 5!"

And she will be like, oh man, it's so easy to name the good stuff about him, he must be a good catch!

And then, you better hope they live happily ever after.
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I've got a brand new phone!

Ever since the tragic (and mysterious *da dum da dum*) loss of my Ericsson T610, I had to suffice with my rickety, ancient Nokia 6510 with colorless screen. Now! I have a brand new Nokia 6230 and I can take pictures, video, play MP3, and complicate my life with many other functions! For the price of S$150! Hooray!

Tra la la.

So, we had a popiah party for Clarence's birthday just now. It was great because you get to customize your own popiah. And that is a privilege because Singaporean hawkers seldom give you what you really want. Typical example:

Uncle Hawker: (barks like you owe him a million bucks) Yah, Xiao mei, What you want?
Me: One Wanton Mee, please.
Uncle Hawker: Want chilli a not?
Me: Abit. Thank you.

Uncle Hawker proceeds to plop one big lump of chilli. Apparently, he only registers 'Yes' or 'No'. There is no in-between. So abit=yes, and subsequently causes one the gasp for air to cool one's charred tongue.

Anyway, the popiah party is actually very cool, because you get to play the hawker for once, like masak-masak, which little girls (or sissy boys) do during their childhood. You can bark "Want chilli a not?", answer yourself "A bit." and truly put just a little bob of chilli. In fact, you can even just eat the popiah skin alone! Sandy got too excited with the idea of making her own popiah, she plopped too much ingredients to fold her popiah, and it turned out to be a sort of prata sandwich.

Then, we proceeded to West Coast Park which has a really warm ambience. Apparently, it is a hip place for the mozzies too because they all gathered and feasted on us - the poor human baits. 24-hours for us, 24-hours for the bloody bloodsuckers. GAH.

Ah, now I realize I have blogged not according to my title. I am actually collecting spam for some research and I realized my mailboxes have very pathetic number of spam. I HAVE NO SPAM! *sad* Why do spam disappear when I need them? So, I coaxed Sandy to spam me, and I was quite sure she did so with much gusto. Now, I am officially spammed. Thanks, dear.

Oh, and there is something really wrong with me. I love the lessons conducted by a very humourous and entertaining marketing lecturer so much, I dread the one week break. Something is very wrong with me.


Posted at 02:49 AM by missjellybeano/">missjellybeano | any beans?

Isn't it weird that the Mass Rapid Transit has been operational in Singapore for almost a decade but the deaths by throwing oneself to the MRT suddenly appeared at a frighteningly swift rate this year?

This is freaky because I am quite certain about half of the MRT death came this year. It is as if everybody decides that is a trend to commit suicide via the train tracks, or that everybody just decides to be kiasu - wanting to be the first to enter the train, thus stepping across the yellow lines ever so often.

Sometimes, this kiasuians, who so ever often are oblivious to the arrows drawn on the floor (it's no wonder they miss the yellow line), just plonked themselves right in the middle of your exit, hampering your every attempt to get out of the bloody train. It is times like this your mind goes,"I wish these people will just GET THEIR FEET STUCK in the distance between the platform and the train." Of course, it is just a really spontaneous and innocent wish, motivated by pure irritation when one particular kiasuian elbowed your ribs.

But then again, imagine if you are irritated and made this wish. Thousands of others who encountered them may make the same wish! Power of the masses! And the wish might come true.

Maybe that is why.

Okie, this entry is crap.
Posted at 09:58 AM by missjellybeano/">missjellybeano | 3 beanoes

Ha, so here is a new picture finally. My cousins came over last night and one of them kept cajoling me to open photoshop and draw something. So.. ta dah. A picture of her.

Anyhow, nothing much is going on in my life except for tennis (I think I am getting addicted), research (I wish I was getting addicted) and .. uh .. sleep (I am certain I am addicted).

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Two days ago, I was on my way to the bus stop when I saw a neighbour washing her car. As I continued walking, I saw her beginning to pull out of her garage, and to my horror, her little beagle trotting along side the car!

Apparently, my neighbour had been washing her car and had tied her beagle to the car. When she began to pull out of her garage, she had totally forgotten about poor DOT (yah, the name of the dog - Imagine I call her "Dot! Dot! Come here." and people always wonder why the hell I am calling a dog "DOG".) being tied up behind the car.

So I started running back and waving like a maniac.

My neighbour, thankfully, stopped her car and got her beagle back into it.

At the same time, a taxi also stopped for my enthusiastic waves. The driver seemed abit pissed when I waved my EZ-Link card at him.

How come I don't get cabs to stop when I need them?!

Another weird law, like the law that states that once you change from Queue A to Queue B, Queue A will certainly starts going faster. Grr.
Posted at 12:44 PM by missjellybeano/">missjellybeano | 6 beanoes

"I can't see a thing now because I had to take out my contact lenses and throw them away. You know, when tears get mixed with flour, you get, like, bread."

Tay Ping Hui

Okie, next time Mister Tay comes your house for breakfast in the last minute, just grab some flour and cry your hearts out.
Posted at 03:05 PM by missjellybeano/">missjellybeano | 2 beanoes

I was suffering a serious bout of withdrawal syndrome from the lack of watchable television shows (read: F.R.I.E.N.D.S, Amazing Race..) and was channel surfing until I decided to stagnate and watched Channel 8's nine-o'clock drama serial.

Just as I was amusing myself by the stereotyped scene whereby actor Liu Qianyi was complaining to actor Chen Shucheng regarding his ungrateful sons, my father came along and plopped on a chair next to mine.

Dad: Eh! I know him you know.. *Points at actor Liu Qianyi*
Me: Uh huh. (I hate to be interrupted when watching a show!!!!! GRRR)
Dad: Last time, every Sunday morning, when I go for a swim I will see him! He swims there very often also.
Me: ... *weak smile*
Dad: Then right, suddenly he stopped coming one day..
Me: (thinks: Yay, and may the story and talking stops)
Dad: BUT! One day right.. (Imagine an exasperated me at the side frowning)
Dad: I saw him on the street. So I said Hi and asked him why he haven't been going there to swim..
Me: Uh-huh. (Feigned interest mode)
Dad: Then he said he has moved lor. He is very friendly, you know.

So my dad finished his story, and both of us concentrated on the television show for a short moment. It is the climatic scene where things get all dramatic and Mr Liu Qianyi's character is preparing to jumped into the Singapore river in an attempt to commit suicide. Right on cue, the drama ended just when he valiantly leaped off the bridge. What the....

Me: (To Nobody) Aiyah. Why always end like that?! Now, I won't know if he will drown a not!
Dad: No lar. He won't drown mah. I told you I see him swimming every Sunday morning last time. He knows how to swim what.

And my Dad gave a knowing smile, as if he had just made a very smart and logical conclusion.

*****

Anyhoo, I dreamt I attended a lecture by William Hung. Now tell me, how warped is that? I attended the lecture and I fell asleep. When I awoke, there were only 3 students (including me) left in the room. I got irritated with his incessant yakking that I got up and left as well! Then he tried to stop me, but I said "I'm sorry, but I have done my best."

Wahaha. Warped.
Posted at 10:12 AM by missjellybeano/">missjellybeano | 3 beanoes

Ahem.

Happy Mid-autumn Festival!! (p.s: Don't this face look retarded?)

Aside from the festive spirit, I experienced weird encounters today while waiting for my extremely-irregular-and-high-blood-inducing feeder bus to crawl its way to my bus stop. As I camped out at the bus stop, armed with some papers and crackers, the drowsy late morning peace was shattered...

Piak. Piak. Piak.

The slapping of slippers.

It was an uncle ah-beng, accessorized by his coiffed curls, slapping his feet down the road. And then he spotted me.

Uncle Ah Beng: *Chirpy* Hello, xiao mei. Do you know where is Mount XXX 53?
Me: Uncle.. you must tell me Mount XXX what? Is it Mount XXX Drive, Lane, Avenue, Rise?
Uncle Ah Beng: I don't know leh.
Me: Why not you try there? (Pointing somewhere)
Uncle Ah Beng: Okie ah, thanks ah xiao mei.

Piak piak piak..away he went.

5 minutes later he resurfaced. Opps, I thought, I must have given him the wrong direction. I tried to hide my face deeper in the papers and act nonchalant.

Piak piak piak... (crescendoes)

Uncle Ah Beng: Xiao mei! Thank you! I found the place.
Me: No problem lah.
Uncle Ah Beng: Thank you leh. Uncle never study, don't know how to read sign board.
Me: No problem lah.
Uncle Ah Beng: Xiao mei! Thank you leh!

This repeated for approximately 5-7 more times and I began to wonder why the f*** is the stupid bus taking so long?

Uncle Ah Beng began to tell me his family stories - he had one son studying in Temasek Polytechnic (Final Year), another son in ITE. Then, he began lamenting about how sons are good-for-nothings. "They only know how to spend money! Girls are different! They know how to save and take care of parents."

Ahem Ahem. *Tut tut* at all sons.

His story continued for 10 minutes and I listened patiently while sneaking peeps at any suggestion of rumbling ground movements. Finally, I interrupted him.

Me: Uncle ah, you taking MRT right? Can walk there you know?
Uncle Ah Beng: *Excited* Really ah? How ah?
Me: There there. (Gives direction)
Uncle Ah Beng: Oh ok ok! Thank you leh Xiao Mei!

And he trudged off.

Ah well, so I continued reading my papers while cursing the damned feeder bus. A tai-tai auntie sauntered into the shade of the bus stop. I ignored her and continued reading.

Suddenly she exclaimed,"Aiyoh! So Dirty!!" (at the seat she was going to take).

I looked up and she smiled at me. I returned a feeble smile, now feeling a little panicky at the prospect of being late. She promptly plonked herself next to me.

I saw a cab approach and stood up to hail.

Tai tai: What are you doing??
Me: Er, I am going to hail a cab...
Tai tai: *Outburst* NO NO! DON'T HAIL!!!!!!!!

She grabbed my arms. The taxi fleeted by.

Tai tai: The bus is coming! I can see it from my house. Don't waste money!!
Me: Uh. (I didn't know how to react. Too stunned already.)

1 minute later, the bus really came. I waited for 35 minutes already. Gratefully, I stood up to hail the bus, with no protest from tai-tai auntie.

Tai tai: Where you studying? Polytechnic ah?
Me: No lah, I am studying in NUS.
Tai tai: Oh! First Year?
Me: Actually, no. I am studying some Masters Program.
Tai tai: WHAT?! You look like you are 18 or 19 years old.
Me: No lah. I am 24 years old already. Very old.

So, we finally got up the accursed bus. I attempted to look for an individual seat for myself. But..

Tai tai: Come come! Come sit next to me.
Me: ... (Accepted Fate)
Tai tai: You stay where har? Here meh? How come never see you around?
Me: Got lah. Maybe time not the same.

She started asking about my family first, before beginning to narrate her family story to me.

WHAT THE FISH!!!!!!! Twice in a day, consecutively some more! I can go and buy 4D already.

I patiently listened as she rattled on about how her elder son is very unfilial, always shouting at her, rude to her, etc., how she wished she has a daughter like me ..her mother-in-law, etc.

So uncanny right!! SONS again!!!

Anyway, it was rather interesting listening to her and I was definitely certain she was having a great time narrating her life anecdotes that I swore she looked a little disappointed I was not alighting at the same stop as her. There I was, trying to wave her off..after she asked me for like the 4th time if I was alighting at her stop.

Me: Auntie, you better get down.
Tai-tai: Eh you take care leh.
Me: Yes auntie. You too.
Tai-tai: I will come visit you one of these days okie!!



WARPED!

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Okie, this year's moony celebrations were a little more subdued. Together with some girlfriends, sausagelips and Toto, we tried to create some artistic candlelight structure as shown.





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On other news, my wireless router has started making strange wheezing sounds and stopped working abruptly. GAH!

Strangely, the wonders of wireless allows me to leech upon anonymous unknown wireless networks around the neighbourhood! Right now, I have 3 networks to leech upon. Hiak hiak hiak.
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