sinni_neo

Is there anyway I could keep my past entries before closing down this blog?

I have fought the temptations of flesh today.

The clothes and shoes were really pretty and they beckoned me to try them on while I waited for a friend.

Sure they will look gorgeous on me and the thought of Sarah Lee shopping at Taka at that moment was close to usher me into the fitting room.
Based on shopaholic anonymous experience, I knew that the destination would not be the fitting room but the cash register. I was reluctant to allow that to happen.

So I left the shops with my head held high and loitered along the corridors. I just didn't want to step into the shops for that afternoon.
Thankfully, I was saved by the phonecall that announced his arrival. 

YESSS! Sinni you did it! FAB EFFORT!

Yea, I think so too :)

Unfortunately, I am now eager to hide my head under the cooking pot cos I have succumbed to beep a short text that was totally random, a total giveaway that There's Something about Sinni.

EPIC EMBARRASSMENT. Everytime like that one lei. :(

Someone new at Choir practice asked me if I am still a student.
"I am a teacher."
There was not a beat of hesitance in my blood. I guess I am embracing the reality that those four years at Ulu Nanyang have come to an end and a new chapter is gonna be written.

I am excited but I am nervous too.
It's only been a week and I am trying to scrimp my time to do productive work (which reminds me that I should start working on my lesson plans soon. Soon.)

I don't know if it's wise of me to sign up for the Good Friday project which means practices on Thursday nights during this ten-week practicum while giving tuition on one weekday night, one weekend, cellgroup with Favourite Friday People, along with serving at Church during the weekends.

I don't know if this is wise of me cos I have always been very focused (i.e. doing one task at a time - in this case, it could be just practicum and nothing else).

However, in my marrow, I know that by investing all my energy on practicum does not bring me life.
I have chosen to serve Him and I believe that He will multiply my time, my strength and portion.

He has already done it by giving me just a class on Fridays, so that  I don't have much to prepare on Thursday night.
He has already done it by giving me cute, benign students so that at least I won't be so fed-up looking at them.
(Note: Cute is an euphemism in this case).

He's gonna do more in my life and practicum. I am anticipating it.

Watch this space for my praise (for Him).

Mama Neo has been worried about the whereabouts of her two lovely daughters recently cos the fellow on frenzy has not been nabbed. She makes regular calls to our phones and bless us with words of wisdom to "avoid solitude and walk faster" before we leave home for school.
I ingeniously told her that my self defense would be to scrunch up my face and walk unglamly whenever I sense someone suspicious is in the vicinity.

I was just joking but never thought that I would have to use it today.

I was at the traffic light, waiting for the green man to beckon me to cross the road, when I noticed some eye-rays shining at me for quite awhile.

Was there a fly on my face? No.
Was there any wardrobe malfunction? No.
Did I step on poo? No.

Involuntarily, my instincts caused my facial muscles to contract and I forced an intensely aloof look. I pursed my eyes so that he would not get access to the windows of my soul and I was prepared to cross the road with an ugly gait so that I could ward off that stranger's longing gaze.

Nope, I guessed I sent off the vibes of "go-ahead, talk to me!". :(

I used to swat off Sarah Lee's comments that I have an impressionable face. (I guess not alot of people can be mashi-maro lookalike)
Today, I am willing to believe that there may be some truth in that afterall.
Despite me not taking 199 for a looong time and him (apparently) no longer needs to use that service to get to his hall, he could still recognise me amongst the bustling Hougang crowd.

The road was only     t   h   i    s    wide and thus I was eager to end the conversation even though he looked like he could tell me more.
I wished him all the best for his final year and happy that I am in my final days at Ulu Nanyang.

When I saw him on the cover of 8Days, I was immediately drawn to his hair. I think he looks fab now. Hence, I love this week's issue and keep telling people how fab Adrian Pang's hair looked. It iwas to my utter dismay to discover that the magazine has been spun into paper mache pulp.

My bad, cos I left the magazine in the laundry (Yes, the only time when I read my 8days is when I am at my toilet throne.) and Mama Neo was too excited to do the laundry that she threw the heap into the washing machine without checking. I was apologetic that she has to spend three hours separating the paper shreds that clinged onto the clothes. I was even more apologetic that my initial reaction when I heard that the mag has been sent to the washing machine with the laundry was actually a rather devastated exclaimation that "MY ADRIAN PANG HAS TURNED INTO SHREDS! :( ".

Sorry lah, but his hair really looked fab!



Don't mention it. That's the least I could do to help.

In reference to the previous entry, I was supposed to talk about my thanksgiving for 2009 and resolutions for 2010.
I have shared with tangible beings about them and I figured that's enough. I don't want to repeat like a broken record so lemme just tell you that 2009 has been a blast for me! On some occasions, toxic fumes exploded from those cans of events but there were occasions in which confetti sprayed out as well. It was lovely so lovely that I couldn't bear to leave that year for fear that the coming new year wouldn't be as good.

You are wrong, Sinni, 2010 is gonna be a year of grace and favour for you!  It is gonna be a greater blast for you! So powerful is the impact that you will be overwhelmed by His power and works in your life when you do your annual accounts during Dec'10.

Okies, I receive this and I am ready to bearhug whatever that is thrusted into me. Sweet, tangy, sour, bitter, smelly, fragrant, pungent, aromatic, therapeutic, refreshing, dewy, Eau De Toilette, etc. I am so gonna embrace them and squeeze the goodness essence out of them! :D

On another note, I enjoyed the ACE tutorial today. Hehehehehe, I guessed those hunger pangs and lack of glucose just propelled me out of my comfort zone. I forcefully turned any random words or phrases the lecturer had mentioned into songs. I was enjoying the sudden bursts of karaoke during the sluggy tutorial until Sarah Lee commented that I was actually weaving the SAME MELODY with different words. Sighh, it was a brave attempt ok. Besides the singing, the next highlight would've got to be the exercise for us to fill in speech bubbles of some snippets from a graphic novel (I preferred to use "graphic novel" instead of comics cos I usually associate the graphics in the latter with Snoopy, Garfield and Baby Blues, etc. But what I encountered during the tutorial were that of nurses, patients, syringes and doctors..... very suggestive of a sleazy subset of graphic novels). The thoughts in our mind are really like a bullet train racing on a boundless railway. Three girls sitting in front giggled as they scribbled onto the speech bubbles. Giggles boiled to laughters which then evaporated into silent seizure-like guffaws that must have puzzled the righteous lecturer how an exercise could get three girls who are usually dead fishes resurrect to life. We didn't complete our work though. I have never laughed so hard during ACE.

I have just learnt a new writing technique - free writing. Hence I am gonna write whatever that has ran past my mind at that crucial moment.
Oh, yeah! About the little toddler at the station!

We are a fairly close buncha people. Singaporeans are so comfortable with each other that they would sleep together en route to work every morning. It's okay if you swayed a little too hard and knocked your head on my shoulders. We are buddies of the same countries! And so as I was walking home with my fellow Singaporeans, a cute little bubbly being was spotted zipping through the evening crowd. He chirped through the giants and was oblivious that he was further and further away from his parents. They were right in front of me and were in least worried about their precious son running amock towards the jaws of the escalator. I reckon I was more worried than them cos I found myself overtaking the parents and brisk-walked to the front of the little tod so that I could catch him if he tries to do anything funny.

That's some maternal instincts from Sinni. Hopefully she can be a great mother when she finally assumes that role. (Not anytime soon though)

I don't know if anyone reads these anymore but if you still do, I appreciate your attention, care and concern. I certainly do not want to shut this journal down cos it has been digitally engraved with so much memories. I will try to be more regular in penning nuggets of me here.

Note-to-self-of the day: You don't need that denim vest from AE cos you alone is fab.

I have almost forgotten that this platform has been a vaccum for quite some time.
Fret not, my life hasn't been a vaccum; it's been bursting with ups and downs, grace, praise and thanksgiving.

Honestly,

I felt that I HAD to leave some bytes on this journal when I was doing my routine Sunday-scrub for myself (not the tiles lah) in the bathroom.
Countless frames (not a lot actually but because I didn't count them, so they are countless!) swished past my mental screen and I was even thinking of the title of the entry.

I left the bathroom in the writing mood.
BUT FIRST, I have to do my twice-a-week mud mask which trapped away some writing urge.

THEN, I have to apply my serums and creams on my face, which hydrated my memory that I needed to make reservations for tomorrow's gathering with Winnoverine! (I love camps cos we bond over corny group names!)

FOLLOWED by a blowdry for my hair in which more writing ideas evaporated with the heat from the dryer.

ALAS! I could sit in front of the desktop! My fingers went on AUTO to Gmail, Facebook and MSN. Clickaclickaclick.
Replied pending emails, sent reservations request, researched on the directions, memorised the route, smsed the meeting times, check out FB notifs and see who liked/commented my photo/wall/status, checked out photos and status of others.

Sidenote: This seemed to be the season for romance. Judging from the number of hearts that appeared in my updates and I rejoice for them ok! Don't let me see any split/cracked hearts or some hearts on somebody's status! (ooops, twiddles fingers....)

Anyway, "LIVEJOURNAL" flashed in my mind many tasks later and I am sorry, I sleepy already! :D

I will definitely talk about my year and year to come. It was great and it will be great! ;)

Why didn't you go forward?!

.noitasrevnoc eht fo tuo teg em pleh esaelp ,enoemoS

Two nymphs were circling the sink when I was about to wash the clay off my face.

Mercy was the last thought I had, I turned on the tap and flushed the sink. I wouldn't budge till I could imagine them drowning in the pipes.

Cockroaches drown, do they?

That should teach you juveniles a lesson - to keep to your curfew and not loiter out of your territory. Hiak.