The Gnomes Made Me Do It!

The Dentist
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It's a strange kind of pain scaling is, it's sharp but very very enjoyable too. I enjoyed having my gums dug into with the device. The deeper the better. And the tingling you feel after, champion.

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Nomad: A person with no fixed residence who roams about; a wanderer.
(Dictionary.com)

I've had over 2 years since my semi-permanent return to Singapore to grow some roots again, but somehow, as much as I love the country and stability it offers, I cannot say that I have great affnity for the people here, well apart from family and the close few, of course. I realised very quickly that after being absent from home for some time, people sort of grew up and moved on without you. It is this reason that I used to view friendships as a very fleeting and transitional element, well I still do, I suppose, to a certain extent. Human relationships are important and takes much effort to maintain.

I suppose I do need to eventually find some roots.
Somewhere, anywhere.

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10 unrelated thoughts:

1) I've been very testy the past 2 days and I can't put my finger on the source of the problem.
2) The brother just made seafood aglio olio and steamed salmon which I had 2 serves of. I am now very sleepy.
3) Why do dogs eat their tails.
4) How long will it take for me to save up for a DSLR.
5) Why did I allow my GPA from the first degree to slip
6) Why can't Marcus smoke sheeshas instead of smelly pipes.
7) I abhor analytical chemistry
8) Why does one always need to pee ~15 minutes after a shit
9) I should take some readings with me this weekend
10) There is no 10

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To be able to enter medical school you must be
1) Very intellegent with a radical approach to problem solving and posses an incredible aptitude for stress
2) Be very rich
3) Be very rich

It is just one of those days I'm feeling stupid and poor.
The whole path is long and am I doing to right thing.
No.
Screw that.
I know I'm doing the right thing.
Since this is my calling, show me the money.

All I can do is work my butt off and pray I win more competitions.
Please do tell me if there are competitions where I can win things.
Today I just wrote 100 words for one with a prize of $50,000.
I hope I get it.

That's all

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2 Reasons I love my quiet unassuming (until he has some alcohol) father who worries far too much and sometimes takes things a little too seriously.

1. At the dinner table tonight: "Tomorrow I won't be home early. I'll be having dinner with the boys after our game." He still refers to his friends as BOYS, this 59 year old man. I couldn't help but smile through my curry chicken filled mouth.

2. He walked into my room to tell me that CSI Las Vegas was starting. I walked out to the hall after 10mins to tell him that I had to give it a miss tonight. He just switched off the teevee 15mins into the show to go to bed, he was going to watch it with me.

Somedays I am daddy's girl.

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When you as a lecturer commit yourself to conducting a distance learning course, of which much of the materials and study aids would be posted online, you have to factor in the times when things are going to screw up and prepare yourself for questions from students that are actually DOING THEIR WORK and attempting to look at the materials you've posted up.

You do not write curt e-mails along to the lines of "I strongly advise you to contact the helpdesk as you are obviously having problems because lecturers certainly cannot be troubleshooting."

Well I'm sorry it was so difficult for you to attach one bloody powerpoint and click send, so that I would have the lecture notes for Thursday's class. Boy am I tempted to write a scathing e-mail to put her in her place. I pay my fees, I pepper my e-mails with plenty of Ps and Qs, I show respect to people of authority, so don't come and send a curt e-mail implying I was troubling you! More so because you are an EDUCATOR! Students will constantly ask questions and ask for help!

Having said that, she will be grading my papers, so I have to bite my tongue.
The only comforting fact, she's a CHEMISTRY major, like, how much more of a freak can you be.

Go back to memorizing the Periodic table. BITCH.
Urgh

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Living life on the edge with a 30 something and an old soul

Gnomeister: Tomorrow is public holiday
Monkey: Yes! We hang out late!
Gnomeister: Yes! Let's live life on the edge!
Monkey: Midnight movie!
Gnomeister: Wow! That's way past my bedtime!
Monkey: We live life on the edge!
Gnomeister: Ya! Sleep at 3am! Wow!

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Happy Birthday Singapore, from us at the VIP stands who ate the snacks in the goody bag, drank the drinks, sang the songs, clapped the blow up sticks, because we are Singaporeans and are so darn proud that we got to sit in the VIP stands but are skanks and do not like to take our own trash with us. We love you Singapore! And by the way, we are so happy and thank our relative/friend Minister XXX for our tickets, let him/she know we left our trash, but don't let Kwan Yew Know, cause that old bat will throw a hissy fit knowing his courtesy campaign was a flop. xoxoxo


Singing the Anthem, saying the Pledge, I was proud to be Singaporean, when everyone was happy, cheering, singing, even the Aussie pilots sitting behind us, Singapore our Global home indeed. (Of course in my sick demented mind at some point during the colourful displays I imagined a Kim Jong Il and North Korea's once a year big celebration with starving country men dancing and singing. Nevermind.) But the true Singaporeans in everyone manifested post show, after the last firework had been lit. The pushing and shoving, the LITTERING! the cutting queues, the blaring of horns. This is home.... truly.

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My father and I do not like crowds.
My brother is not particularly patriotic.
So when my mother announced happily that she had an extra ticket for the VIP stand for NDP tomorrow, everyone was naturally pushing each other to go with her. My brother being my brother said "NO!", and my father text-ed from the 18th hole emphasizing "I DO NOT WANT TO GO". So, that leaves...me, doesn't it?
I don't think my mother would appreciate me shoving a 15" Wilfred into her hands and saying "HERE MOM, WILFRED WILL GO IN MY PLACE. SEE HE'S ALL DECKED OUT IN HIS RED POINTY HAT!"

No less than 8 hours it will be.
The Crowds! The Jams!
Must dress nicely somemore, want me to dress nicely so I can sweat buckets.

I'm not happy.
Can't I just stay home and read my book.

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You know those stories of factory workers lopping off their fingers in the sausage machine, or production line workers falling into grinders, I now understand how such unfortunate things can happen.

When you perform the same mind numbing mundane act day in and day out, at some point your brain is going to shut off to preserve what little amount of neurons you have left after a large percentage of them have spazed and stiffened from paralysis. ( I am not implying that factory workers are daft, I now have profound respect for production line workers).

Today I had to watch a series on Keeping Fishes.
Guppies
Turtles
Clown Fish
Asian Arowana
Goldfish
Koi

Right about when the hobbyists were describing the iridescence of the goldfish, I kinda lost it and went a bit mad with boredom. It made me want to stand on my chair and dance like Sheena and spray white spot disease, fungus and parasites all over the freaky bubble eyed goldfishes.

The Horrors - Sheena is a Parasite - Chris Cunningham


Excuse me now while I revive my neurons with the macabre and Geep-like things.

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3 weeks ago I had a perm.
It wasn't an ordinary perm, thanks to my not so ordinary hair.
The perm, or rather perms, took a grand total of 9 hours.
2 sessions of digital perm in 6 hours.
A repeat visit the next day for a Japanese perm in 3 hours.
All this was done at Shunji Matsuo... KL.
9 hours because the hair just wouldn't curl.
9 hours of icky chemicals and heat.
The japanese MASTER STYLIST (!) said she had not seen a case like this in all her 23 years as a stylist.
I am now elastic follicle girl.
Every single strand is rubberband-like and I perpetually look like a wet chicken, no thanks to awful limp curls.
Shampooing still reeks of perming chemicals.
I'm visiting Shunji SINGAPORE today, and I hope they can find away to neutralize the elasticity of the hair.
After that its snip snip and off with this disgusting mess.

Boooooo!

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The thing with distance learning is that your class will consist of a mish mash of working professionals and kids who have just finished A-levels or Poly. Seeing as how I am quite the hermit, I made friends with only 1 other girl last semester, which was great, because she was 27, kept to herself quite a bit and was equally serious about class. Well she has since left the course as she got a big fat grant from the government's science fund initiative to fly to Germany (?) to learn all about Clinical Research.

I thought that I could go about my own thing again this semester. However, this semester sees one assignment which requires group work. Drats. Grudgingly I turned to the girl next to me and casually asked if she would like to pair up. Good. I now have a group. Thing is, she's 20, fresh out of poly and very typically Singaporean, and it's really starting to grate on me. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for learning from others and bouncing ideas off each other, doesn't really matter how young you are, as long as you don't talk out of your arse and engage in childish behavior. But you know the type that talks alot of shit and has nothing to show for it? Ya, that's the sort I'm dealing with. I'm very prepared to shoulder the entire project so that my grade won't be compromised. Oh what the hell.

I too am talking out of my arse at this point aren't I?
Grunt.

I think I'm just grumpy.

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