I had the initial plan to take advantage of the Boxing Day sales all around the island to do my New Year shopping, but I soon realized that waking up with a huge zit on my forehead isn’t going to make a fashion statement so here I am, humble, cosy and tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the malls and shoppers. All because of a zit. Yuck.
I’m mostly zit-ridden, and I put all the blame on my hyperactive oil glands, which do nothing except secrete oil and capture all the dust and dirt in the atmosphere they can possibly accumulate to form a zit, and of course, try to make my T-zone look like a reflector. And the last thing I could do is to pop it, because it leaves a red mark, then a scar, before residing permanently on my face as a grotesque little brown spot. And in due time, my face will look like a sesame seed bun. Yuck. Ultimate zit day.
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Monday, December 26, 2005
Ultimate zit day
I had the initial plan to take advantage of the Boxing Day sales all around the island to do my New Year shopping, but I soon realized that waking up with a huge zit on my forehead isn’t going to make a fashion statement so here I am, humble, cosy and tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the malls and shoppers. All because of a zit. Yuck.
I’m mostly zit-ridden, and I put all the blame on my hyperactive oil glands, which do nothing except secrete oil and capture all the dust and dirt in the atmosphere they can possibly accumulate to form a zit, and of course, try to make my T-zone look like a reflector. And the last thing I could do is to pop it, because it leaves a red mark, then a scar, before residing permanently on my face as a grotesque little brown spot. And in due time, my face will look like a sesame seed bun. Yuck. Ultimate zit day.
I’m mostly zit-ridden, and I put all the blame on my hyperactive oil glands, which do nothing except secrete oil and capture all the dust and dirt in the atmosphere they can possibly accumulate to form a zit, and of course, try to make my T-zone look like a reflector. And the last thing I could do is to pop it, because it leaves a red mark, then a scar, before residing permanently on my face as a grotesque little brown spot. And in due time, my face will look like a sesame seed bun. Yuck. Ultimate zit day.
Merry Christmas 2005
As usual, I busied myself in the kitchen on Christmas Day, just like what I did last year. Except, we stood on the safer side and prepared some simple stuff, not forgetting how the fridge almost vomited the leftovers last year. Dad’s mood didn’t pick up after a bout of flu a few days ago, so he’s moody (as usual). So I hope that dinner would bring us all to a meeting point of conversation.
Christmas made a point in me this year to send out cards, because the recipients of these pieces of love are all my close buddies, as well as those who were thoughtful enough to send me their pieces of love this Thanksgiving. However, I would like to strongly specify that although I enjoyed cards, I didn’t see the same for SMSes, because I kept receiving the same Christmas greeting (most probably forwarded from one person to another) with a Christmas tree and grammatically wrong greetings. Tsk tsk…
Last but not least, Merry Christmas to all (Dave enjoy a white Christmas in L.A), and let’s hope the coming year isn’t a dreadful one (in my case, it probably lies in my hands).
Christmas made a point in me this year to send out cards, because the recipients of these pieces of love are all my close buddies, as well as those who were thoughtful enough to send me their pieces of love this Thanksgiving. However, I would like to strongly specify that although I enjoyed cards, I didn’t see the same for SMSes, because I kept receiving the same Christmas greeting (most probably forwarded from one person to another) with a Christmas tree and grammatically wrong greetings. Tsk tsk…
Last but not least, Merry Christmas to all (Dave enjoy a white Christmas in L.A), and let’s hope the coming year isn’t a dreadful one (in my case, it probably lies in my hands).
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Policemen, paramedics, firemen...
First the police came, then the paramedics came with their medic bags and stretches. Minutes later, even the firemen came, except they were chased out by the ISP. This, is definitely not a scene from some major disaster whatsoever. We’re just rehearsing our play, and we were lucky enough to get these personnel down to do a full dress rehearsal with us. Despite the cats they have to rescue from trees and the number of kitchens on fire, they still took time out to attend to us, so we were pretty honored. And yesterday, I even had the chance to plop my butt onto the seat of a police van (no I wasn’t arrested), as I helped them out with a few of my friends to spread the message of crime prevention during festive seasons. Consider that a job well done for society.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
CSSP course
And yet again, another dodo bird asked me if I were a local. Hello?! What the hell?! Alright, but then again, I took that as a compliment, if you meant it that way.
And how cruel were the other girls to leave me miserable, cold and lonely, at the CSSP course today. For the first 3 hours, I dreaded it like hell, because no one was talking to me (hello people do I look like I’ve just landed from Mars?) and I almost fell asleep during the draggy speeches.
But lunch kind of perked me up, and we learned more useful stuff like how to put up an exhibition on crime-fighting.
The loveliest part was to go out there to the nearby flats for door-to-door visits with a police officer attached to us. It provided a scope regarding the job of a cop, and it was way fun.
And how cruel were the other girls to leave me miserable, cold and lonely, at the CSSP course today. For the first 3 hours, I dreaded it like hell, because no one was talking to me (hello people do I look like I’ve just landed from Mars?) and I almost fell asleep during the draggy speeches.
But lunch kind of perked me up, and we learned more useful stuff like how to put up an exhibition on crime-fighting.
The loveliest part was to go out there to the nearby flats for door-to-door visits with a police officer attached to us. It provided a scope regarding the job of a cop, and it was way fun.
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Taiwan trip
I’ve been feeling jet-lagged ever since Monday, and it’s only today that it wore off me. Taiwan’s a lovely place to be in, especially if you’re a food junkie or you just love its geographical make-up. Other than that, the food, the people and the shopping habits are almost identical to locals.What disheartened me the most was the tendency of earthquakes in Taiwan. I remembered having to wait for an hour at a road block because the road up ahead was impassable; the recent earthquake had savaged half the road. What a beautiful place, what a terrifying monster Nature is.Skip the topic, let me talk about the people. They’re probably one of the nicest people in the world (of course, with exceptions). They wouldn’t give you space for bargaining there, but they give you extra stuff if you’re willing to buy in bulk. They don’t like to earn less; they like to give more. Okay that sounds absolutely ironic, but this is the case there.The weather’s a wild escape for people like us, who live in an all-summer place. The temperature dipped to 11°C when I first landed at the airport, and I had so much trouble rummaging through my luggage to fish out my scarf, jacket and an extra blouse. Despite that, I still had trouble keeping my fingers in my pocket and my teeth in my mouth because they kept rattling. I had to put up with my insufferable sinus until the third day, when the temperature began to climb up, painfully slow, as we traveled south.I’ve got so much to say but if I carry on typing my keyboard would get fed up and run away. Okay, I’ll end here.
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