Saturday, September 20, 2008

The Process of Making a Crepe Paper Rose

Step 1: Cut crepe paper of choice colour into small pieces of rectangles.

Step 2: Further trim them into the shape of petals.

Step 3: Curl and stretch them into rose petals.

Step 4: Put the petals together and tape them to the stem.

My first crepe paper rose after 11 years!

I Found 'Em!

Transport expenses: SGD3
Material cost: SGD20
Total cost: SGD23
Amount saved: SGD100

Mission accomplished!

Looking for Flower Making Materials

I used to buy these so easily and cheaply from a craft store in KK. I've recently decided to pick up flower making again. I've searched high and low for these materials, but how come it feels like gold mining?
Thick Crepe Papers

Florist Wires

Florist Tapes

I've walked all over Bras Basah Complex, called many arts and crafts shops, all to no avail. I started searching the internet, and I found two websites that sell exactly what I want.

The first one was They have exactly want I want, at so much more variety than I expected. I got so excited until I saw the price, which were all in Sterling Pounds. I thought maybe it's not THAT expensive, until I saw the exchange rate between Sterling Pounds and Singapore Dollars.

1 British pound = 2.61167573 Singapore dollars

If I convert that to Singapore Dollars, it's SGD123. The materials can probably last me 4 to 5 months of flower making, provided I do it sparingly.

So I started looking for a nearer source. I found this: They also have exactly what I want, except the florist tapes. Fine, I thought. I could just get those from But when I tried making the purchases, the items were all indicated as "Approval Pending". Whatever does that mean?
Any kind souls out there know where I can find these items locally in Singapore?

I'm currently trying to fight the temptation to buy the items for SGD123 from

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Old Skool Tag


I saw this tag in bonkersz's blog. Interesting topic to blog about, since I'm a sucker for going down memory lane. So, here it goes.

1) 5 bad habits when you were in your school days

*Form 4: Vandalised wooden furniture with blanko. But it was quite artistic. Our classroom was in the makmal kimia (chemical lab), so our chairs were actually wooden stools. There were 2 stools with extra big butt rest (suitable for my big butt). I marked one with my name in blanko, the other was taken by my best pal sitting next to me. I wonder if those stools are still there...

*Form 4-5: Bringing too many stationery in a huge-ass pencil case. Influenced by my best pal. Our pencil cases used to be some of the most well-equiped ones. Colourful pens, blanko, staplers, scissors, glue, you name it, we've got it.

*Although I was rarely late for school, I always seem to be rushing in the morning. Not sure why.

*Form 1-2: There was one period of time when I kept frequenting the bathroom to fix my ponytail. My hair HAD to be 100% perfect. One strand of hair out of place, and I'd retie the whole ponytail. I also pulled my hair back so hard, I'm amazed my scalp stayed put.

*I'm ashamed to admit this, but I was involved in quite a lot of gossiping and bad-mouthing. I feel so guilty towards the people I've bad-mouthed about. I'm really sorry.

2) 3 of your favorite subjects.. why?

*Math - because I love math, and I was always the top student! Hehehe...

*Art - because I love art. Especially love the day when we were all supposed to submit our completed assignment. My works always get awed at ^^.

*Physics - because I love physics, and the teacher was funny.

3) 3 subjects that you dislike.. why?

*History: Boring to death. For PMR, I was so confident I could score straight A's. Ended up with an only B in Sejarah, while all my friends happily celebrated their straight A's. That was my lowest point in my secondary school life. But that event boosted my spirits to work even harder. I aced my SPM Sejarah ^^.

*Pendidikan Moral: I hated this subject only in Form 4 and 5. In lower secondary and in primary school, I kinda liked moral because it always involved short stories with moral values. Didn't really see the point of studying this subject after it became all memorising work in SPM.

*Geography: This was in lower secondary only. I simply hated this subject, although not all of it. So boring. Although, I enjoyed reading the atlases that came as part of the textbook lists, but they were usually useless when it came to studying for exams.

4) Interesting About Me

*Moved house A LOT. My phone numbers kept changing that people always doubt if the one they had was the latest one.

*I had the reputation of being too nice, too law-abiding, and too studious. A nerd, really. But not an anti-social nerd.

*A junior once called me an idol. Well, me and another 2 friends of mine, actually. We were sort of the 3 top students back then, and we were best pals.

5) I used to love..

*The first day of school after a long holiday, especially if it's a new academic year. New class, new textbooks, new stationeries, new uniforms, new seats. Oh man, how I wish I can have a taste of that feeling again.

*Rainy school days. Got excuse to wear sweaters to school!

*Getting exam/test papers back - if I knew I aced the paper, that is, which was most of the time lah.

Edit (19 Sep 2008): Forgot to add this one in.
*Playing lipat-lipat. It's this game where everyone in a circle writes someone's name on a strip of paper, fold it to obscure it, then pass it to the next person, who passes his/her strip to the next, and then everyone inserts an adverb, and then pass to the next person to insert an action word, followed by another person's name and an apostrophe S , followed by body parts until the words form a complete sentence. Opening the strips of papers to reveal the sentences always ended up with roars of laughter! Some of them were disgusting, like this one: Someone attentively licking someone's armpit. Some were simply bizzare: Someone gracefully pulled someone's trachea. I say this is still a great game to play even as adults, but only amongst really close friends.

6) I couldn’t live without..

*My best pals. They are still my best pals until today. We may have not kept in close touch, but the affection is still there.

7) Who did you call before you sleep at night?

*Err...nobody? Never dated, so no boyfriends to call. No point calling my pals too, since I'd be seeing them the next morning, right?


Friends, if you read this, do blog about this tag. I'd love to read your stories!

Sunday, September 14, 2008

In Loving Memory of Proton Waja SAA8282C

R. I. P.

Proton Waja SAA 8282 C
(26 June 2002 - 8 June 2008)

Here lies in honoured glory
A partner in crime
(clubbing days, crush-stalking)
An uncomplaining friend
(bird droppings, harsh weather, rough handling)
A trusted confidante
A self-sacrifising companion.

Always loved and remembered by
Mom & Dad
Brothers & Sister

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Till Death Do Us Apart

I just finished watching the movie P.S. I Love You. As expected, it was all touching and tear-jerking. I'm a sucker for movies that involve love and death (except Korean shows).

Movies like this make me wonder what it is like to lose someone dear. I am blessed thus far for not having experienced such losses. I cannot imagine it at all. But it will happen. And I'm not sure if I could take it. I think everybody feels that way - not knowing if they could take it, but in the end, they all do and life goes on.

P.S. I love the Irish accent in the movie!

Friday, September 12, 2008

The Psychology of Toilet Manners

While I was in India, I visited a toilet that belonged to an office. The toilet was quite clean (coming from a Malaysian). The only thing I found rather uncomfortable about was that there was a window inside the toilet that would have allowed people from the outside to see your face while taking a piss, if they were to look.

And then there was this poster on the toilet wall:

I can see how this message works. First, they iterate the assumption that I am from an educated/well-mannered family. This is to pressurise me into doing as the poster says, because if I don't, then I am as good as admitting I am not from an educated/well-mannered family. Then I would be insulting not only myself, but also the rest of my family who was probably happily eating char kuey teow and bak kut teh back home.

On a more serious note, in the Indian culture, the reputation of a family is very important. When someone from the family achieved something, the whole family would be extremely proud of her/him, so much so that they would parade her/him around announcing to the world of her/his achievements. This is not saying that they are smug. They don't do it to put other families down. They do it to share the happy news with everyone. Other families would genuinely be happy for them and they all celebrate together.

The Chinese culture, on the other hand, is unfortunately not as humble. When someone achieved something, the family would also parade her/him around, but for a different motive - to show off to others how much better they are. Other families would either ignore the parade, or pretend they are happy for the achiever's family.

One thing the Chinese culture has in common with the Indian culture is that parents LOVE to compare their kids with some neighbour/cousin/friend's kids. Actually, I think this is an Asian culture, because I've heard from my Vietnamese friends that their parents were also the same.

Of course, there are always black/white sheeps in a community. Not everyone in a culture behaves according to the culture. For the Chinese, these people are usually called "bananas" (yellow outside, white inside). I wonder what they call the Indian version.

Want to find out more on toilet manners? Listen here or read here.

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Does My Name Sound Masculine?

How would you like to name your baby boy "Christine"? I mean, there is no law that says we cannot, right? The hotel staff at The Coronet Hotel (Pune, India) seem to have a very open mind about naming your kids.
I'm ignoring the fact that they spelled my name wrongly.

Yep, so the next time you see a name like Christopher, James, or Thomas, don't be too sure that it's a male. Something like this may have happened:

Dear Mr./Mrs./Ms/Miss* John Smith,

We are sorry to inform you that your sex change operation has been unsuccessful. We were only able to convert 50% of your male anatomy to female anatomy before the sudden mass power failure. To avoid infection, we were forced to close the open wound immediately. Please do not be alarmed as we assure you that our doctors are highly skilled at stitching in candle lights.

Your wounds have since healed and you now have 50% of the male and female anatomy each. We realise that you could give the new half-gender a probation period and decide again at a later date if you would like to proceed with the complete sex change or revert back to your original gender. This is a medical breakthrough and we are pleased to inform you that you are the first ever patient to be able to enjoy this privilege - free of charge!

Yours truly,
Hospital Auta Paria

* Please choose your preferred title.

Although, I have to give the hotel some credits. The hotel room was clean and very comfortable. I won't say it's squeaky clean, but it's clean enough. The hotel staff gave very good service too. Heck, I didn't even expect that letter above. I mean, do they do that to every guest? It's very kind of them if they do...although a bit pointless.

Photos of the hotel room will be posted soon.

Edit (5 Sep 2008): As promised, here are the photos of the hotel room.



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