Thursday, June 30, 2005

It's too much.

You guys are thinking of sponsoring my brother and sister's trip to Singapore? You must be out of your mind!

Of course, I've always wanted them to attend my Convocation. And I wish I could do that myself(read: my own money). It's very moving, and I'm speechless and delighted to learn that you guys want to help. I'm happy not because of what you do for me(want to bring my siblings here), but because of what you could and would do for me. I'm really thankful for it.

As much as I like to see my brothers and sisters attending my Convocation, I don't want to cause any more trouble. I've already owed you all so much.

Really appreciate for all you've done for me. Thank you and thank you.

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

I'm really touched.

Imagine you live overseas with no job, money and relatives. You have bills to pay--housing rental fee, phonebill,etc... You don't want go home because it would take ages to pay your loan, if you are to work there. So you've decided to keep on struggling.

I've been doing just that. But friends of mine have been so kind to me; they offer me without me asking, money, cloths, food, and even accommodation. I've been so lucky having you all as my friends. I really want to thank all of you for your caring thoughts and helping hands. Without you guys, I don't think I could cope with rather difficult time in my life. I couldn't ask for more. Thank you.

Monday, June 27, 2005

Fuck! I'm still in deep shit!

I'm moving out this Saturday to Ang Mo Kio. Excited I may be, but I start to worry more than ever. I still work in a small cafe at Bugis which I earn 30-40 bucks per day; I pay 4 plus dollars a day for transport, and 8 plus dollars, for food and drink. If I were still under scholarship, I wouldn't worry so much. I've done some calculation: if I work 5-6 days a week and 6-8 hours a day, I'll earn about 600-700 plus a month. Then s$80 plus is for transport, and 200 plus for meal. So s$700 minutes 300=s$400. My phonebill is about 40 plus and my rental fee, 450. So plus and minute, I still have s$200 of bills left unpaid. Shit!

Don't ask or tell me "Have you tried to apply for this and that...? or Don't just limit yourself to media-related jobs..." I've applied for all kinds of shit but can't even get any reply. Yeah I'm desperate and frustrated. Having graduated from Mass Communication and being a foreigner in Singapore just suck.

Saturday, June 25, 2005

You don't know my name, do you?

It's a shame that we'd been studying in the same course and same school for 4 years and we didn't even talk to each other or know the names of each other. What's wrong with you?

Some of my classmates, whom I call hi-bye friends 4 years a go, are now still hi-bye friends. Maybe I shouldn't call "friends", it's too privilege, "known people" would be a proper term to use. But then again, I don't really know them. I shall just call them "classmates" then.

I was in university in Laos for less than 2 years but I know all my classmates. And I mean "know". I know their names, to say the least. We talked to each other and became very close. Until these days, many of us still keep in touch via letters, emails and online chat.

In Singapore, to be honest, I doubt if I can name 30 people out of my 100-plus classmates. Blame myself? Yeah probably. My friend once told me, " You're not here to make a friend. Just focus on what you're doing..."

Just give you some idea. My friends don't want to go for a gathering organized by the school every Thursday, 1st week of each month. " It won't be fun because people will just hang around with their own clique," said my friends. That's exactly what happened during our school days; people grouped themselves with their own friends. People just didn't mingle. They said 'Hi' and 'Bye' when they couldn't avoid each other at the corridor or at the lift. I remember someone wanted to organize an after-graduated party, but it didn't pull off because only few people were interested.

I'm sure my school mates are nice people, especially Tuesday Group people, of course. I just don't get a chance to get to know many of them. It's a pity.

Thursday, June 23, 2005

Oh how I wish you could be here.

I wish I got a high paid job so I could save enough money before my Convocation...so I could buy a pair of tickets for my brother and sister to come and attend my Convocation.

I wish I were rich so I could buy a pair of tickets for my brother and sister to come and attend my Convocation.

Oh how I wish I could buy a pair of tickets for my brother and sister to come and attend my Convocation.

Monday, June 20, 2005

Wish you were here again


Lao students in Singapore :(Clock-wise,L-R, Tou, Lui,Yon,Tik,Kheg,Pay,Khone,Nong,Bro Khone,Hat,Xai,Seang,Pack,No-no,Ting ,Toung,Pha,and Bro Sin).

Kheg


Kheg, a young and bright Lao kid.

Self-Promotion Me


Me

I tried


LSIS: I tried to create a homepage for Lao students in Singapore but couldnt complete. Laziness always gets the best of me.

Iron Lady


Tou, the first Lao student who graduated from Singapore. And also the best cook from Laos.

Pay


Pa y , the best badminton player among us.

Wednesday, June 01, 2005

Mysterious job

Having been rejected and broke, I decided to look for a part-time job. I checked Classified and went for three interviews in one day, all waitering jobs. I was rejected immediately for the first job after I told them I wasnt Singaporean nor PR. I was told to wait for a call for a second interview if I were selected, for the second job. After learning that I was a foreigner, a manager of restaurant, the third job, said honestly that he couldn't or wouldn't want to hire me. I insisted that I could work under my Student Pass. He then asked to see my Pass; he examined it thoroughly and read out loud, "You are not allowed to engage in any form of employment." Oops!

The next day, I got a call from someone whom I barely remembered I've applied for a job with; she asked me to come for an interview the same day she called. I learnt later that she wanted to meet me because the other person who was supposed to come for the interview backed out. I have no idea why she wanted to meet me at Cityhall instead of at her "Bugis Cafe". But I didnt dare to ask. Throughout the interview, she kept asking about my situation and how she could help while refusing to answer when asked about her "Bugis Cafe". She described it as a small and cosy cafe. "Our cafe is different from normal cafe like Starbuck cuz you are not only expected to serve a coffee but also to interact with customers," she emphasised. Interact with customers? Hmm what kind of a cafe is that? I thought to myself.

I went back to my school without any expectation for this job because I was too excited about the next week interview with MediaCorp. And then at 10 plus, the lady called to ask if I was still interested to work for the cafe. " Just come and work for 4 hours tomorrow. We'll see after that if we could work together,'' she said. "Sure. Do you provide a uniform?" I asked. " Nope we dont have a univerform. You can wear shorts, you know, beach wear with sandals cuz our cafe has no air-con," replied she. "Oh cool! May I know the name of your cafe," asked me. "Hmm...We dont have a name, you know, it's just a small cafe. But dont worry, you can find us easily. Look for a cafe with green wall and wooden chairs," she said. Then she gave me a direction how to get to the cafe. Up to this point, I started to suspect something didnt seem right. Why is she so secretive about the place? Does Cafe do an illegal business? The job ads on Classified dint give much information about this place either. It ran like this "Bugis Cafe looking for fun staff, full/part-time, email....@yahoo.com". A little suspecious and scary but I wanted to know so I agreed to go and work the next day.

I told few friends of mine, "Could you call me tomorrow after 6 pm to check if I am O.K." Then I gave all details about the lady and her contact no so if anything were to happen to me, my friends could report to the police. My friends laughed about this and said I was over-reacting. Yeah better be safe than sorry, right?