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21 March 2009 @ 04:38 am
discovered yesterday that my initial suspicions were right about moving to aussie on a spousal/de facto visa. how to prove that we've been a year together in the same country? impossible.

options are to go there on prospective marriage visa and get married in 9 months. OUT. get on a work visa there (with my theatre skills that aren't recognised in their list of occupations?). OUT.

try to get a student visa and study there for a year, possible with someone financing my studies... but no.
get on a 12 month tourist visa, again with someone financing my going there just to do nothing.

all seems so... bleah. why can't theatre be recognised more!?!?

14 March 2009 @ 08:35 am
I have had it with being overworked, underpaid and being under-appreciated. I will not do this anymore. I will not juggle 1001 things at the same time for shit pay.

comes to a point where the results are always good but so what. i rather enjoy the journey than to kill myself over it. i realise it will not always be easy but i can't keep going on like this.

i will stop accepting low paying work. i have to be better to myself. even if it means i'm a little poorer.
13 March 2009 @ 01:18 am
today my thoughts are really incoherent.
12 March 2009 @ 02:51 am
managed to get my worry list all sorted out except for 4) juggling 1001 things.

i really wish i could say no to more things. like low paying teaching jobs or doing favours. i really have to stop killing myself through those. this will be the last year i will do that.
04 March 2009 @ 10:41 am
1) getting female shoes for male sizes and making them look like the style of Louis XV
2) thigh high glossy patent boots here in singapore
3) tailoring many many jackets by next tuesday!
4) juggling 1001 things
18 February 2009 @ 01:25 am
sleepless town + tales of hoffman + singapore youth festival = tiredness.

tiredness plus brokeness = jitters.

jitters + lots of work stress = more stress.

jialat, every company and school is cutting back. jialat.
13 February 2009 @ 02:30 am
here, people sleep late all the time.
after sleeping at latest midnight for a month in sydney, the first day i returned home, i slept at 3am. and i didn't even feel tired.

there's this thing about singapore.
08 February 2009 @ 12:03 pm
dear phil,

this morning i cooked a typical aussie/western/american breakfast for my bro and father. sausages, eggs, mushrooms, tomatoes and toast with magarine and kaya spread. they criticised my mushrooms (it was the wrong kind) and my bro keps saying my eggs were burnt (they were obviously NOT). i miss having someone like you around to appreciate my bad cooking.

trying to find a proper cafe here is really hard. the starbucks and gloria jeans and coffee bean chain stores rule every corner. the only kind of cafes that are really individual are the street coffeeshops and they don't offer any serenity or the right atmosphere where you can sit and read for hours. instead everywhere it hustles and bustles and the noise is incredible; hard to shut out. i seek my refuge at home instead, where on my 11th floor it is the quietest. but not as still as your place on chelmsford st.

i got a text from matt saying how much he misses us all in sydney. and i feel the same way. sydney seems to possess my dream life of escapism from the terror designers and students here in singapore.

I miss having full control of the kitchen and the fridge. my fridge here is overladen with all sorts of groceries to feed 4, and i don't know where everything is. i put out my tea and my mother keeps hiding it away in a new place everyday, as if my australian tea's is not allowed to have its place in our pantry.

went to the beach on friday morning with joanna. oh dear. the word for our beaches is 'incomparable'. she was soaking in the sun and really cooking under the tanning oil. i sat under the umbrella, restless and wished i was working instead.

i googled Dame Edna Everage (she is having some makeup campaign with my fav cosmetics brand, MAC) and i watched some clips of her on youtube as well as barry humphries' character Sir Les Patterson, a sexist politician. i think i know what a larrikin is like now.

was watching tv and in a scene the couple were cuddling like we do. i really miss that. last week wasn't that hard but it is getting difficult as the days go by.

i know you're so busy. no need for reply or call, just to let you know that you are in my thoughts.

05 February 2009 @ 04:53 pm
is the grass on the other fence really greener?

Here I am back in Singapore, bounced back to my life. Although this week is pretty light, I must say. It's a good lead up to the mountains I am about to face, with much gusto, determination and planning and some excitement!


things to be delighted with though are bak kwa, pineapple tarts, chicken curry. the real stuff. steamboat. YUMs.

i have put on weight since i have been on australian servings for a month. and now i must revert!
17 January 2009 @ 09:57 pm
today i grilled chicken wings in the oven. virgin experience. i seem to be domesticating myself here in compensation for the lack of friends and social life in this country. plus, my mom isn't here to help cook or do laundry, so obviously i have to do it myself.

today i changed the sheets, did laundry, ironed, cooked grilled chix wings with french fries and egg fried rice. then do dishes. and it was all rather relaxing, surprisingly. taking my time throughout the day to fulfill these tasks; finding how luxurious it is to not have to rush, and to enjoy the time slowly going by, sipping tea, surfing the web; a solitary day at home.

anyway, singapore, i am coming home, back to your mad speed and back breaking working hours. numerous tasks that seem never-ending. i am not so sure i miss you anymore. i did up my schedule for back in singapore from feb to may and i am not really looking forward to it. sometimes i think i take up more than i can handle. after all, we from the lower middle class must be hard working in order to survive.