What The?

Blind Person: Hi, could you please point me to the toilet?

Security Guard (or anyone): Yes of course. Now let me bring you to this wall. At the end of this wall, you'll find the braille signing you to where the toilet is.

Blind person: (as guard guiding his hand onto the wall) Start here?

Guard: Yes, start touching and feeling from here to your right.

Blind person: Is it the male toilet?

Guard: Yes, you will find that the sign will say so too.

Guard: (thinking aloud) Who would care? Even if you went into the opposite-sex toilet, what could you possibly see?

Alf: I just realised how hard it is for a blind person to even go to toilet. Given that they were able to locate the toilet after touching all the great walls, how would they find the cubicles or urinal bowls/stand? A woman could still sit on a toilet bowl; but a man who would pee into the urinal bowl... The toilet cleaner would have a hell lot to mop, not to mention the possibility of someone slipping on some yellow liquid!

Hmmmm... it ain't that bad afterall?

Let's see if I can find a title to this post at the end of writing it. Just feel like I need to write something now.

So I was arriving back in the city after work at about 2.30pm. Decided not to go home so I went for a walk at the bank of Yarra river holding a cone of New Zealand ice-cream. It was such a nice day with the sun coming in and out of the clouds. It was still winter but I thought I could smell the springy-ness in the air. Bracing myself in the still-chilly wind I strutted along the river bank, watching the world went by.

And then I found myself sitting down at Taxi, sipping a lemon-lime bitter. I had not done so for quite some time - enjoying the sun and wind. I think from the look of the picture, I was looking contended with myself, despite other parts of my life were still trying to catch up.

Funny thing is I never allow myself to be happy for too long. The bathroom scale showed that I had gained 1-2kg last night. But I dismissed it as I found out that the scale had an error. After correcting it tonight I knew I couldn't hide it anymore. Two weeks of hay fever have done too much damage to my was-going-to-be-flatter-I-swear tummy. I know I can pull myself back, (",) - not gonna be one that let myself go when confronted with less-than-ideal situation.

Life is still good - and since I'm here now I want to start something that I have been wanting to do for so long. A gratitude diary - I first saw it on Oprah. So there you go. I wanna thank myself (LOL first entry in the gratitude diary I wanna thank myself?!) for not giving up on myself. Maybe sometimes I don't feel like I am good enough or just too up-myself some other times, I know I will always improve. Secondly I wanna thank my parents genes for being OK when they passed it down to me. I appreciate the way I am - when I look around and find people who are less fortunate physically than I am.

That's all for now. Another beautiful day awaits!

Dreamlover come rescue me!!

OMG - I told one of my best frens about the dreams that I had been having. While I thought of nothing more serious than they were just my dreams - he identified the themes in my dreams, which were school and high school.

What he did was looking up some dream interpretations and the following was sent to me. I feel that they are quite accurate given the current drwnd wrld situation that I'm in.

Dream Dictionary
School
To dream that you are in school, signifies feelings of inadequacy and childhood insecurities that have never been resolved. It may relate to anxieties about performance and abilities. You may also be going through a "spiritual learning" experience. If you are still in school and dream about school, then it will naturally serve as a backdrop to your dream world. Alternatively, a dream that takes place in school may be a metaphor for the lessons that you are learning from your waking life.

High School
To dream about high school, refers to the bounds and friendships that you made while you were in high school. What spiritual lessons have you learned? The dream may also be telling you that you need to start preparing for the real world. To dream that you have to repeat high school, suggests that you are doubting your accomplishments and the goals that you have already completed. You feel that you may not be measuring up to the expectation of others. The dream may occur because some recent situation may have awakened old anxieties and insecurities.

Drwnd Wrld

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I thnk I nd t stp ths pst bfr I g crzy wth th omssn f ll vwls. Lt m knw f y hv rd vrythng p t ths pnt nd ndrstd vrythng I'v sd - y dsrv a cmplmnt tht "Y rlly cr bt m nd y hv t mch tm!!!"

You Can't Stop the Beat

I just watched Hairspray!!! It was super fantastic! I had my expectations all wrong. I had thought that Zac Efron and Nikki Blonsky were going to be big. But I was wrong! John Travolta with her larger-than-life Edna Turnblad stole the focus everytime she appeared on the screen. I was totally blown away by the last scene when Edna took the stage in a red & golden bling bling skirt.

I was, expectedly, singing along with the movie the whole way. Who could blame me? I had been listening to and learning the soundtrack for 2 weeks! My sis and frens said they all could hear me. Oh dear... I think I was watching the movie in my own world.

I was really glad that this movie was made. Such an inspiring and entertaining piece of work. The bling and the fling and the colours were all my favourite. I especially loved the suit & pants worn in the 60s. They looked so kool.

This movie also represents the passing of the baton from John down to Zac - perhaps the next big thing in Hollywood, if not already. John made his name in the biggest musical film ever - Saturday Night Fever. And having already had High School Musical under his belt, Zac was not afraid to profess to the world that he loved singing and dancing. The movie also highlights 3 different generations of the hollywood heavyweights, namely the veterans John Travolta & Michelle Pfieffer, the middle-aged James Marsden & Queen Latifah and of course the rising stars Nikki Blonsky and who-else Zac Efron.

Speaking of star - Stardust is on next week!

Do not scream for your bday card!

I think with more birthdays coming up from now till the end of the year. Family and friends. I don't think my I have enough muses to carry me through. Not wanting to repeat myself is the biggest challenge yet.

I think I have been making cards for special occassions since I can remember. It is such a great honour that Dad makes the effort to treasure all those cards we have made for them since young. When I was last at home I picked a few of those cards and put them into photo frames, so as to glorify them. Haha.


Anyway, please do not scream for your bday card OK? I have got a couple of new ideas now. Am particularly excited about one of them as it's disco related. However I don't think I'll give that to anyone if it comes out close to my expectations. Save the best FOR MYSELF!

Old times

I was sitting in a city circle tram. I now can't remember if it was something that I really saw or it was on my mind. The vision was a kid holding a tubed ice-cream. He was sucking on it with facial expressions so precious. Precious because I was seeing myself in him.

Grandma used to make those ice-cream in tubes for us. Later on Mom made them too. Normally it would be made of milo and evaporated condensed milk. The ice-cream was considered quite a luxury as it would only be made when a new can of condensed milk was opened. My parents and grandparent are/was people that don't/didn't waste even a single drop of water. So every last bit of the condensed milk sticking to the wall of the can was diluted with hot water and mixed with milo powder.

And when the mixture cooled, it'd be poured into plastic tubes and later frozen. I remember it was so exciting to chew on the ice, like a treat you would get only when you had done good. I remember how hurriedly I was to tear off old calendar pages to wrap around the ice tube using my little hands.

Sometimes it's not just milo ice but with red beans as well. Hmmmm, the taste seems to have come back on my tongue. Sometimes when we run out of plastic tubes, we would just use cup that we got from MAS. Yes Malaysia Airlines. I remember I used to roll my eyes when Dad/Mom took all the cups from the airline when we flew. I didn't realise the act would bring me such a memorable part of my childhood. The best part when using a cup is that all the good stuff like the thick milo powder of the red beans would all be at the bottom of the cup. There's always treasure at the end of the dig.



Only if I could preserve all the memories with my family in a plastic tube and store it away in the fridge, only to be chewed on whenever I would feel nostalgic and homey. Definitely need to recreate one of the unforgettables with Mom and B&S when I next get home.

Soul-ed Out

What Your Soul Really Looks Like

You are quite expressive and thoughtful. You see the world in a way that others are blind to. You are a very grounded, responsible, and realistic person. People may not want to hear the truth from you, but they're going to get it. You believe that people see you as larger than life and important. While this is true, they also think you're a bit full of yourself. Your near future is calm, relaxing, and pretty much what you want. And it's something you've been anticipating for a while now. For you, love is all about caring and comfort. You couldn't fall in love with someone you didn't trust.

Inside the Room of Your Soul

Glad that it's over

After quite an uneventful week, my weekend spiced up eventually. I had seen on TV the ad by gl0baLRags - it's supposed to be a sale of branded stuff at the Melbourne Exhibition Centre. So I finished one of my job applications after work on Fri, which was about 4 already and trammed to MEC. Initially I even suspected that I went to the wrong place! Having not known that there were actually 10 showrooms at the MEC, I followed a girl who seemed to be shoppalicious. We walked past each room and my legs were getting a bit sore.

I think the building itself was at least 500m in length and we were talking towards the end of the building. And then the call came in - a call from NSW, by the look of it. Gosh it's a recruitment agency and I was shortlisted for the assessment day on Monday. Great! But the bad thing was that I was about to go shopping and I had to do this phone interview right there and then! But phewh, I managed to scraped through. (Just in case if someone would ask - I wasn't shopping for myself that day. I had spent enough money already)

Even though the role was not what I wanted but I was still stressed out over the weekend. The more I researched and prepared the less confident I felt. There was no way I would be doing B2B sales. Not at this stage.

However the intensity of the upcoming assessment day (yes, that's what it is called - the recruitment agency would assess if I was fit for their further recommendation to potential employers) was lightened up by the graduation ceremony of a fellow ex-housemate (sounds a bit like BB doesn't it? Fellow ex-housemate). So Sat morning was filled with lotsa of frenzied posing, directing and photo shoot.

Afternoon - stressing out with the interview again...

We went to Old Kingdom for dinna at night. It'd been a while since I last went there with my family. It was the first time that I was eating at a big table with other 11 people. Normally we would just get a small table. That was a first. Another first was of course the infamous caption was no longer waiting on us. The ducks were being cut by another young fella. However, we did get to see him when we were about to leave. He was really kind and understanding to bring us a couple of boxes as JK & PJ were taking away some duck bones. I remember I asked for bones of 10 ducks once before. And man, did I not enjoy the duck porridge and fried noodles with duck meat after that!

After dinna we went on Collins St as planned to hit one of the bars - The Long Room. It was damn nice to finally get out and about again in the night scene. I had not done that for a long times since my (drinking) buddies were all gone from Melb, leaving me with those who don't drink! Dressed to the sharpest (that's me, hello), we strutted along Collins St with me trying to remember where it was. Even though it was just 5 past 10, the place was already overcrowded with patrons.

We walked around trying to find seat but not to avail. But guess what - it was so damn nice to finally get to enjoy a smoke-free environment. The legislation came into effect since July 1st I think. It's so good now that I don't have to drown in second-hand smoke and my clothes will not be stinking when I leave the place.

Ordering drinks were a bit of a hassle. I ordered my cocktail from a new bartender - and effectively that dragged the gang down with me as well. Everyone was waiting long long for his/her drink. And according to sis the new bartender had to flip a How to make a cocktail - guide to a first-timer (OK - I added the title) and he probably burned with hand. It was a fun night when we're playing cards and talking nonsense. Someone still hadn't changed a bit when given alcoholic drinks.

Didn't stay out for too long as I didn't want to get a hangover and delay my prep for the assessment day. We went to Hungry Jack for supper (NOT ME) as we un-ashamedly asked for the 2-for-1 burger deal. Everyone seemed happy with that. Try that when you go to any Hungry Jack in the Melbourne CBD - it's worked so far. Just say the words just say the words - I wanna get the 2-for-1 xxx burger.

And then Sunday came - creeping on me that the assessment wasn't too far along. I basically studied for an hour then relaxed for the next, repeating the cycle for the rest of the day. Eventually I relaxed more than I studied. I got more nervous this morning. I felt like throwing up and throwing the opportunity away.

But I didn't - I went to the assessment anyway knowing that I would probably not get through. It was quite intensive - first thing up was public speaking which put me right into the graveyard. Something that I had known about myself but still not able to improve, much. It was good, nerve-wrecking fun anyway. I learned heaps. If anything, it's quite a reputable recruitment agency that originated from the UK. Group assessments were tricky though - I really didn't know how to work in a group that consisted of 14 people with 14 different voices all at the same time.

It was bitter sweet that I didn't get through though. Like WW said, it's better to do something that I'd enjoy. I felt the weights off my shoulder now - at least until the next interview comes along.

I got it!!

my Anya Hindmarch I'm not a plastic bag arrived this morning while I was pooping! Gonna strut the streets later with it! I got a blue US one for you too Mom.