o yea. 4got to mention
Kah hoe and siew ping are registered as man and wife today
congrats~!
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
I neva had felt the slightest negative sentiment from my fundraising effort, despite of the hardship, frustration and wat not that come along with it. The surreal ambition of selling 200 packs in less than a week; the dimly glittering hope to get favorable response from the sponsor and to be able to raise enough fund altogether and the sudden drastic change in my fundraising plans and the increasing constraints i had, did not make me feel busted. Not a bit. Not even a split second. Not a single thought.
I'm feelin sorry for my fundraising plea today. Very. For a split second i din wanna continue selling no more. Even though the thought was washed away not too long after it emerged, it din wash away the sense of guilt i have. I really feel sorry. That keeps the possibility of me not being able to sell enthusiastically flickering. Unpredictably.
A very close buddy, indeed an almost-lifelong fren to-date, was placed in a very difficult position tryin to help me. Then the sayin that fundraising is a bitch echoes in me. I'm no longer sure that i'll be able to refute that with absolute certainty. At least not at the moment. And a bigger question was whether its fundraising or its me who is the bitch. That's a very heavy question occupyin my mind now. I'm too tired now to think for the answer. And i really do not know wat to say to my fren. It sucks. Trully. Honestly i'm still not sure that it happened because of me. But i jus cant help thinkin/feelin that i'm a factor. directly or indirectly.
And i was gonna post something bubbly today. After visitin a teacher, had a union dinner with another teacher and some other old buddies.
Its dispelled now.
First Do No Harm.
Did i?
I'm feelin sorry for my fundraising plea today. Very. For a split second i din wanna continue selling no more. Even though the thought was washed away not too long after it emerged, it din wash away the sense of guilt i have. I really feel sorry. That keeps the possibility of me not being able to sell enthusiastically flickering. Unpredictably.
A very close buddy, indeed an almost-lifelong fren to-date, was placed in a very difficult position tryin to help me. Then the sayin that fundraising is a bitch echoes in me. I'm no longer sure that i'll be able to refute that with absolute certainty. At least not at the moment. And a bigger question was whether its fundraising or its me who is the bitch. That's a very heavy question occupyin my mind now. I'm too tired now to think for the answer. And i really do not know wat to say to my fren. It sucks. Trully. Honestly i'm still not sure that it happened because of me. But i jus cant help thinkin/feelin that i'm a factor. directly or indirectly.
And i was gonna post something bubbly today. After visitin a teacher, had a union dinner with another teacher and some other old buddies.
Its dispelled now.
First Do No Harm.
Did i?
Monday, February 19, 2007
Man sometimes i jus love being myself. Energetic.
Datz y i still cant slp at 0435. And thats the punishment for drinkin a cup of saigon coffee in the afternoon. Great.
I did great selling yee sang 2day. First time ever, i managed to hit my daily sales target of 30 packs. Honestly, i really din see this coming despite of setting the target myself. But then, the figure was determined out of necessity rather than probability. And to be even more honest, i really dun think i can do this everyday till i leave for real. A good boost to my morale though. I'm slightly closer to the fundraising target. I owe this mental 100+ to my family- my aunts , cousins, sisters and etc. Apart from the sales, their support is immeasurable. Even my youngest sis bought yee sang from me using her ang pow dough. My fren from the states called her mum here to buy yee sang from me. My cousins and aunts, trumpeting and closing deals in a family gathering, to help me reach the unreachable. 30 per packs. i really din expect to be able to do that, despite of the increasing pressure to do so everyday for a week.
Apart from that i'm also happy to talk to some cousins whom i have not seen for ages. Guess that's all for the day.
And i still cant slp...
Datz y i still cant slp at 0435. And thats the punishment for drinkin a cup of saigon coffee in the afternoon. Great.
I did great selling yee sang 2day. First time ever, i managed to hit my daily sales target of 30 packs. Honestly, i really din see this coming despite of setting the target myself. But then, the figure was determined out of necessity rather than probability. And to be even more honest, i really dun think i can do this everyday till i leave for real. A good boost to my morale though. I'm slightly closer to the fundraising target. I owe this mental 100+ to my family- my aunts , cousins, sisters and etc. Apart from the sales, their support is immeasurable. Even my youngest sis bought yee sang from me using her ang pow dough. My fren from the states called her mum here to buy yee sang from me. My cousins and aunts, trumpeting and closing deals in a family gathering, to help me reach the unreachable. 30 per packs. i really din expect to be able to do that, despite of the increasing pressure to do so everyday for a week.
Apart from that i'm also happy to talk to some cousins whom i have not seen for ages. Guess that's all for the day.
And i still cant slp...
Saturday, February 17, 2007
V for vivified Valentines II
Well yea we were late at delivery but still managed to make it.
Then we pulled off straight away to 1u, hoping to catch a movie triumphantly. But then we were too late so we just ended up havin dinner(except yumin as she was playin bball), while i was slp'g most of the time. Think some disease crept into me since then which later on prevailed. (Yup i still needed to go 2 my class and to my cousin's place for discussion).
Along with the near dead sick experience, this Vday was an eye opener in many ways.
i would neva had been able to imagine the backstage of a lustrous Vday. O yea imagine the celebration of Vday(mainly by the consumers) is like a stage play; then the it requires a functional backstage to support it. Here, i mean the service industry, restaurants, and all other that provides for or facilitates lovers great romance and wat not. The one that i was closedly exposed to was the florist industry. Without this fundraising, i would neva extend my imagination to ponder the likes of a florists workin days and nights to deliver their orders. So is the increasing prosperity at the florist shop as Vday nearing. So these are the supportive backstage players who hassled tirelessly to make Vday show a success. While the seemingly romantic silky smooth Vday is going on, there's fierce undercurrent behind the scene, which is most of the time invisible to most of the people. Unless ur one of it. Or unless ur really observant and see the workers ants working to build the queen a pinkish nest of her dream.
It trully has enriched my life.
Especially when i have a great gang of ppl workin along with me throughout the process.
It would not hav worked if we missed anyone of those faithful members doing what they did. Everyone of them.
Thanx pal. If i hav not said that to u. And if u happened to come across my low profile expression channel.
Who are we?
What are we?
Charlie.
We managed to tame the seemingly oddity again~! Yaha.
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Well yea we were late at delivery but still managed to make it.
Then we pulled off straight away to 1u, hoping to catch a movie triumphantly. But then we were too late so we just ended up havin dinner(except yumin as she was playin bball), while i was slp'g most of the time. Think some disease crept into me since then which later on prevailed. (Yup i still needed to go 2 my class and to my cousin's place for discussion).
Along with the near dead sick experience, this Vday was an eye opener in many ways.
i would neva had been able to imagine the backstage of a lustrous Vday. O yea imagine the celebration of Vday(mainly by the consumers) is like a stage play; then the it requires a functional backstage to support it. Here, i mean the service industry, restaurants, and all other that provides for or facilitates lovers great romance and wat not. The one that i was closedly exposed to was the florist industry. Without this fundraising, i would neva extend my imagination to ponder the likes of a florists workin days and nights to deliver their orders. So is the increasing prosperity at the florist shop as Vday nearing. So these are the supportive backstage players who hassled tirelessly to make Vday show a success. While the seemingly romantic silky smooth Vday is going on, there's fierce undercurrent behind the scene, which is most of the time invisible to most of the people. Unless ur one of it. Or unless ur really observant and see the workers ants working to build the queen a pinkish nest of her dream.
It trully has enriched my life.
Especially when i have a great gang of ppl workin along with me throughout the process.
It would not hav worked if we missed anyone of those faithful members doing what they did. Everyone of them.
Thanx pal. If i hav not said that to u. And if u happened to come across my low profile expression channel.
Who are we?
What are we?
Charlie.
We managed to tame the seemingly oddity again~! Yaha.
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Friday, February 16, 2007
V for Vivified Valentines
Now this Valentine's 07, is surely gonna be a very memorable one.
Keen rightfully refers to the period we were tested as the 48 hours of being florists.
This 48 hours is rich that so much has happened. Dramatic things. (and i mean it)
Prison Break- well with due respect, prison here refers to heay's hostel. She was grounded in her hostel and was prohibited to come out. I was waiting out there at 12 something am, communicating with her to collaborate some prison break plans, with my engine breathing at the entrance/exit. Waiting for her to rush out like an uncaged tiger(waowww~!), and (then) i'll bust off beyond the guards vision. Cool, i think, i hav seen this on screen over and over again, o yeah for a second i felt like my real name was Bandito Ho yaha~.
One min.... 2 min...
lol then for the following 5 minutes or so, nothing happened. i waited there by the road, and things started to be awkward. The guards peeped at me at times. i think they seriously think that i wanna kidnap innocent girls from their hostels. Heay buzzed and said that she cant jus walk out like that.
ok. Plan B. I suggested her to find some place where she could sneak out. Alas~She was tailed by 2 dedicated guards. ok, i will drive back to the base for the nite i guess.
Alrite, one man down. The war continued nonetheless. We need to battle against time to succeed in our clandestine project.
Lost- After the prison break drama, in which the protagonist failed to escape, i was on my lonesome journey back to The Base. Well i must admit that i wasnt really familiar with the routes there, but then i was slightly distracted by a msg beep and i took a right turn prematurely. And my roller coaster lost experience started when the highway started. With only one energy bar on my fon, i could only msg my frens economically. In a total strange highway, my worry was not that much of being lost, goin back home was not a question. Getting back to the base in time was my primary concern. One man's down. We cant afford another man lost.
So i took a very long detour like in the amazing race. With substantial difficulty i finally reached the Base safely. lol i can still imagine the breath that escaped from my chest when i saw the base :P
Remember Alamo lolllll yaha
The world is Flat - well wen i reached the base, its already around 1 to 2 am. Well, i was briefed of the situation there at the base. Alrite, we lost Heay (for that nite), along with her expertise wrapping couple and triplet bears. Utilizing the state of the art communication technology, one of the world's flattener as Thomas Friedman regarded as in his book, Keen started to msn with Heay to ask her how 2 wrap the teddies. So Heay skilfully drew a few 3-d pictures that illustrated the procedure of how to do the job. Well that stimulated some laughter among Xin and Keen. (i was not in the communication room until they laughed and wanted to share the joke). So the conclusion was, yea let's figure it out ourselves.
Sweet 18- While Xin and Keen were talking to Heay, Yumin and i were at downstairs most of the time. ocassionally i joined them and shared some fun. Then one of the motion in discussion was: how to get a lighter. It's Yumin's bday on that day, yea, she's a St.Valentino, born on the Vday.
We smuggled a cake into her house and was gonna ambush her with gr8 surprise. But then we had everything but the fire. So that discussion went on for a while, even after i left them, until they decided to give up fire and go green. Yea without candle light, we reduce a bit of CO2 emission, not 2 4get that the candles can be used again (reuse). lol We can contribute to the success of Kyoto Protocol hahaha. So yea, itz really cute to have a cake with candles erected without light. Xin and Keen surprised us by a sudden choir of Happy Bday and i joined rite after. So thats a really short break from work to hav a really cool and voracious supper. Of cuz, we din forget to take quite some pictures of above average oddity and absurdity lol. Yaha happy bday Yumin. But the bday gal din get any privillege after that, she still had to enslave herself to keep workin. :P (At the meantime, Heay was refining the presentation of some poems from 2 of our dearest customers in her lonesome lil cell...lol )
Sleepless in Subang- after some celebrative break, we all went back to our work. Well i mainly tied the teddies 2gether violently and stabilized them(violently too), as i dun have delicate skills in other areas. Keen turned pro in makin fancy ribbon ties. Xin became an expert in artificial blossoming exercise for some shy roses. Yumin was wrappin flowers and later on teddies. That continued until dawn broke. At the same time, silence was broken as well as Yumin's pets woke up, and when the terrier came harrass us :P (we were more like pets as we guarded the house awake while the dogs r slp'g lol)
The Departed- The remainin cake was finished off as breakfast. In great haste. Then we departed, with different missions on our shoulder. Yumin and Xin went to scool, to deliver the roses and to pamper some receivers of slightly malnutritioned roses. While Keen and I went to pick Heay up to form the three musketeers, or the Charmed, to assure continuity of production, as we ran short of roses. So we went to P St, and had wonderful porridge. A good kickstart to grab the best roses with lotsa other competitors at the florist's shop. We managed to get pretty roses, yaha. (honestly i felt sorry for those who got their roses before this, cuz they r really of different grades :P). So then we invaded Heay's college and set our base there. Time was tight as we needed to settle the balance in less than 2 hours and deliver them to Yumin and Xin.
Visit Malaysia 2007- I was running late as their recess ends at 1230. I left the college at around 1150. I'll fly my way there i thot. i had to. But bravo, our 1st world's traffic facility was extremely sluggish for anonymous reasons. I started snailing from sunway to pj. So thats where our toll charges go to. n yea i was late. So the plan is changed. I'd pick up Keen and Heay from the production base and rush to deliver the stuff to our agents inside the scool at 1510. We left the place at 1450. We thot another road was the escape for us from the traffic matrix. Nay we fell in another. I wonder if its really an asian thing, as they claim malaysia is trully asia. So we were late. Tired.Weary. But we did it~!
oops time to pick my sis up from scool. Part 2 and pix later. cheerio
Now this Valentine's 07, is surely gonna be a very memorable one.
Keen rightfully refers to the period we were tested as the 48 hours of being florists.
This 48 hours is rich that so much has happened. Dramatic things. (and i mean it)
Prison Break- well with due respect, prison here refers to heay's hostel. She was grounded in her hostel and was prohibited to come out. I was waiting out there at 12 something am, communicating with her to collaborate some prison break plans, with my engine breathing at the entrance/exit. Waiting for her to rush out like an uncaged tiger(waowww~!), and (then) i'll bust off beyond the guards vision. Cool, i think, i hav seen this on screen over and over again, o yeah for a second i felt like my real name was Bandito Ho yaha~.
One min.... 2 min...
lol then for the following 5 minutes or so, nothing happened. i waited there by the road, and things started to be awkward. The guards peeped at me at times. i think they seriously think that i wanna kidnap innocent girls from their hostels. Heay buzzed and said that she cant jus walk out like that.
ok. Plan B. I suggested her to find some place where she could sneak out. Alas~She was tailed by 2 dedicated guards. ok, i will drive back to the base for the nite i guess.
Alrite, one man down. The war continued nonetheless. We need to battle against time to succeed in our clandestine project.
Lost- After the prison break drama, in which the protagonist failed to escape, i was on my lonesome journey back to The Base. Well i must admit that i wasnt really familiar with the routes there, but then i was slightly distracted by a msg beep and i took a right turn prematurely. And my roller coaster lost experience started when the highway started. With only one energy bar on my fon, i could only msg my frens economically. In a total strange highway, my worry was not that much of being lost, goin back home was not a question. Getting back to the base in time was my primary concern. One man's down. We cant afford another man lost.
So i took a very long detour like in the amazing race. With substantial difficulty i finally reached the Base safely. lol i can still imagine the breath that escaped from my chest when i saw the base :P
Remember Alamo lolllll yaha
The world is Flat - well wen i reached the base, its already around 1 to 2 am. Well, i was briefed of the situation there at the base. Alrite, we lost Heay (for that nite), along with her expertise wrapping couple and triplet bears. Utilizing the state of the art communication technology, one of the world's flattener as Thomas Friedman regarded as in his book, Keen started to msn with Heay to ask her how 2 wrap the teddies. So Heay skilfully drew a few 3-d pictures that illustrated the procedure of how to do the job. Well that stimulated some laughter among Xin and Keen. (i was not in the communication room until they laughed and wanted to share the joke). So the conclusion was, yea let's figure it out ourselves.
Sweet 18- While Xin and Keen were talking to Heay, Yumin and i were at downstairs most of the time. ocassionally i joined them and shared some fun. Then one of the motion in discussion was: how to get a lighter. It's Yumin's bday on that day, yea, she's a St.Valentino, born on the Vday.
We smuggled a cake into her house and was gonna ambush her with gr8 surprise. But then we had everything but the fire. So that discussion went on for a while, even after i left them, until they decided to give up fire and go green. Yea without candle light, we reduce a bit of CO2 emission, not 2 4get that the candles can be used again (reuse). lol We can contribute to the success of Kyoto Protocol hahaha. So yea, itz really cute to have a cake with candles erected without light. Xin and Keen surprised us by a sudden choir of Happy Bday and i joined rite after. So thats a really short break from work to hav a really cool and voracious supper. Of cuz, we din forget to take quite some pictures of above average oddity and absurdity lol. Yaha happy bday Yumin. But the bday gal din get any privillege after that, she still had to enslave herself to keep workin. :P (At the meantime, Heay was refining the presentation of some poems from 2 of our dearest customers in her lonesome lil cell...lol )
Sleepless in Subang- after some celebrative break, we all went back to our work. Well i mainly tied the teddies 2gether violently and stabilized them(violently too), as i dun have delicate skills in other areas. Keen turned pro in makin fancy ribbon ties. Xin became an expert in artificial blossoming exercise for some shy roses. Yumin was wrappin flowers and later on teddies. That continued until dawn broke. At the same time, silence was broken as well as Yumin's pets woke up, and when the terrier came harrass us :P (we were more like pets as we guarded the house awake while the dogs r slp'g lol)
The Departed- The remainin cake was finished off as breakfast. In great haste. Then we departed, with different missions on our shoulder. Yumin and Xin went to scool, to deliver the roses and to pamper some receivers of slightly malnutritioned roses. While Keen and I went to pick Heay up to form the three musketeers, or the Charmed, to assure continuity of production, as we ran short of roses. So we went to P St, and had wonderful porridge. A good kickstart to grab the best roses with lotsa other competitors at the florist's shop. We managed to get pretty roses, yaha. (honestly i felt sorry for those who got their roses before this, cuz they r really of different grades :P). So then we invaded Heay's college and set our base there. Time was tight as we needed to settle the balance in less than 2 hours and deliver them to Yumin and Xin.
Visit Malaysia 2007- I was running late as their recess ends at 1230. I left the college at around 1150. I'll fly my way there i thot. i had to. But bravo, our 1st world's traffic facility was extremely sluggish for anonymous reasons. I started snailing from sunway to pj. So thats where our toll charges go to. n yea i was late. So the plan is changed. I'd pick up Keen and Heay from the production base and rush to deliver the stuff to our agents inside the scool at 1510. We left the place at 1450. We thot another road was the escape for us from the traffic matrix. Nay we fell in another. I wonder if its really an asian thing, as they claim malaysia is trully asia. So we were late. Tired.Weary. But we did it~!
oops time to pick my sis up from scool. Part 2 and pix later. cheerio
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