A First

I went for my first countdown (noisy/wild) party! All right to be more exact I worked my first party, literally. It was pretty eye opening to see how a typical overpriced, overrated countdown party can be like. I can saw only 2 things, damn noisy and 'Can you repeat your order??!!'

Seeing semi-drunk grown ups shaking their bootys to thumping, repetitive music and looking all happy in their own little world is kinda funny. It seems like you're watching a display. Working in a party is probably something I'd prefer to attending one namely because for one, there's no need to worry about your outfit/appearance. The ridiculously loud music, the overfriendly half drunk people who look like they're about to collapse on you as they order their 142th glass of champagne, all this will smoking their 423rd cigarette.

Nahhh... so not something I'd enjoy unless I too were intoxicated to begin with.

I feel lousy... =(

*Pouts the xiangwei pout*

It's going to be 2008 and I don't feel a thing because of the lack of school. I miss the first days of schools for my past 12 years of formal education, every year, the first day of school is filled with anticipation of potentials to be fulfilled and expectations to be set. The first day of school I liked the most was the first day of Sec 4, I felt as if I owned the school as I re-stepped through the gates of my puny neighbourhood school, knowing that it would be the last and feeling as 'dua pai' as ever. Looking at the lower sec students and the annoying sec 3s (I somehow detested that batch of students) and sneering at their little miniscule brains. Haha... All right I'm not THAT mean.

Now that my years of education are over, it seems that new year has lost it's meaning. What's a new year when you're still stuck in the same job or doing that same thing? There no longer is a major change to emphasise or add to the significance of a NEW year, because there's nothing NEW! Even Uni life would be such a bore because you're still in the same year even though it's a new year. HAHA, I bet you didn't understand that. The former year refers to the academic year while the latter refers to the calender year. Hope that helped.

I hate chemistry. Gah...

Oh well, happy new year people! I'll be counting down in a mosquito infested place, not to mention smoke saturated as well.

Real Music

This is what I call real music. An entire orchestra just expressing the song as it should be and the vocalists putting in the emotions and expressions. Everytime my sister and I watch this video, we get all soft and swept away, Nothing can compare to the nostalgia of a good Disney movie such as Aladdin. I must say Enchanted is the closest Disney has ever gone to creating classics. It's the whole orchestra thing.

I just love Lea Salonga! Now that's what I call a voice!

*cough cough*

Wah lao... I inhale so much second hand smoke, I bet I emit smoke when I talk now. My nose becomes runny and my eyes get teary, I bet the other staff think I kena bullied by manager, so not glam.

Smoke smoke smoke, as if Indonesia not enough fires.

Oh yes, I admit, I gave in and got a facebook account. And I still can't believe almost ALL of my friends already have accounts. Even cave dwelling loser oily, (HAH) however I still find it cluttered and confusing. I'm sticking to good ole friendster (sad thing is no one else is).

Mewwy Cwismas!!

Thanks guys for all your funny and retarded tags, I think even the dead would laugh if they read the comments left by you people! Sorry I've been mia, I haven't been angsty for the entire period that I didn't blog la, just really busy with the christmas season! I kinda got a little lazy to blog, but decided I better before people assume that I've killed myself/ killed someone and gone to jail. So... I'm NOT DEAD! haha....

I'm employed! =) I hope it stays that way though.

Have you guys seen What I like About You? It's a comedy series starring Amanda Bynes about 2 really flitty airheaded sisters. But they're not the clear cut Ashlee/Jessica Simpson bimbo blondes, they just happen to make really airheaded comments sometimes. It's hilarious, probably the only show that's my pick-me-up. Yay Yootube!

Ok I think this post sounds a little confusing and disoriented, it feels so to me probabaly because I just woke up. I actually played mahjong the whole night. WAH. And as most of you guys who play with me would know, mahjong sessions never go without jokes about my inadequacy in the Chinese language leading to stupid mistakes I make during the game. I got 2 huas, a cat and chicken, and naturally said to my friends, cat eat chicken right? Which is correct la! Which cat doesnt eat chicken! Ok nevermind, I shall not be inconsiderate to the mahjong-blur people.

Merry Christmas!

Oh man, I feel woozy

And look! It's our cute little muffin friend Ambert! Don't you think it looks like him? ( for those who have no idea who that is, he kinda really looks like this fella)

Bah.

You know how irritating some blogs can get where they give fragments whose meanings are only known by the writer? How inconsiderate and attention seeking! I shall do the same.

I hate this game (Must put in italics one)

Bah. I'm being grumpy angsty and emo. There come phases in life where you refuse to see the good in anything and insist stubbornly on torturing yourself with the less nice bits. It's silly, irrational and rarely gets nothing but harm done. And as a person who tries to see the logic in rationalises almost everything, it sucks even more. But I insist on doing so because it's these things I find which make you grow, and it's theraputic. Somehow the image of a perpetually happy clappy person who skips around all day round seems delusional, idealistic and very much like an airhead. There some days where you simply want to let the inner bitch out, I feel that she makes me write better. You know there are classes in France on How to be a Bitch.

Argh!

Step on my toes and you die.

Mish Mash

This is going to be a post of several random things, probably because I can't really gather my thoughts. And also becasue I've taken quite a bit of photos with my phone.

Malaysia was great, though I probably eroded an inch off my feet through walking so much. I think I'm now shorter. Besides the point that I walked and walked, I saw and actually fiddled with an iPhone! A real iPhone! It was pretty boring without wifi, but it looked and felt wonderful!

And of course who can go to Malaysia without eating at the all time Singaporean/touristy favourite, A&W! Courtesy of Roger who so generously used a quarter of the fuel tank just to bring me/get lost around Malaysia. Yes, I know that's the only way to find your way, haha... But it was real fun with no gah-ment in the car. Look they even keep using the glass mug!As I said this would be random, here's a cute cartoon Nat sent me, it's a really adorable and slightly sadistic series, but it's hilarious! =)And I discovered today thatI've spent about $100 on AC T shirts. Here's the collection to show for my loyalty.

Sudden realisation

It suddenly occured to me that I'm actually having my holidays! WOW. I've decided, much to my mum's delight, to take a gap year. Meaning that I'll go into Uni a year later. Mainly because I would like to try out working in my field of interest - special education, and partially because I feel taht my grades are most likely to suck. So that's my update on my future, now for my update on my current situation.

I've been reading 2 very contrasting books concurrently, Dawkin's 'The God Delusion', and Bill Hybel's 'Becoming a Contagious Christian'.

(This photo isn't mine btw, I just got it off the net)

I admit it does get a little confusing sometimes, not only are their main points starkingly different, the tone in which both books are written are poles apart as well. As much as I see and sometimes agree with Dawkin's point, I can't stand the arrogant, cynical and snide tone he takes when writing. I believe that you can make your point just as well, if not better, without taking a hint of sarcasm. There's no need for it, I find it uncalled for and slightly unproffesional. But let's face it, Hybel's style isn't exactly the Queen's definition of proper either. It's very American and informal, and can get a little..weird sometimes.

Yuck, I'm actually reviewing books, *gasp!*

Anyways on a lighter note, you guys HAVE to watch this video! I've never seen such a giet cat!

http://www.maniacworld.com/cat-pushes-dog-too-far.html

(I'm rooting for the cat, dogs are dumb!)

Enlightenment!

Not Nirvana just yet, anyways, I came across a stunning revelation on the bus that day, Zeno's paradox is no paradox, it's simply a misinterpreted math question. For those who are clueless to what I'm talking about, here's the paradox

In the paradox of Achilles and the Tortoise, we imagine the Greek hero Achilles in a footrace with the plodding reptile. Because he is such a fast runner, Achilles graciously allows the tortoise a head start of a hundred feet. If we suppose that each racer starts running at some constant speed (one very fast and one very slow), then after some finite time, Achilles will have run a hundred feet, bringing him to the tortoise's starting point; during this time, the tortoise has "run" a (much shorter) distance, say one foot. It will then take Achilles some further period of time to run that distance, in which said period the tortoise will advance farther; and then another period of time to reach this third point, while the tortoise moves ahead. Thus, whenever Achilles reaches somewhere the tortoise has been, he still has farther to go. Therefore, Zeno says, swift Achilles can never overtake the tortoise. Thus, while common sense and common experience would hold that one runner can catch another, according to the above argument, he cannot; this is the paradox.

Here's a similar old timer question that bugged me for ages and bugged yanwen for even longer.

3 people eat at a restaurant and the bill comes up to $30, so each pay $10 to the waiter. The manager decides to give a discount and returns $5. However, the waiter decides to keep $2 for himself and returns $3 to the customers (by giving each a dollar). Each of them has now paid $9 each right? 3 x 9 = 27, and 27 plu the 2 dollars with the waiter is $29. What happened to the missing dollar?

Go figure. I know all your brains are rusting after exams.

Kar suee (leg ache)

Roger I can't seem to leave a message at your blog! So I shall blah here, ah lian your head ah! And I wanted to tell you that I'm koping your tulan drawing! People I'm not being rude, see for yourself:

One of the most accurate potrayals of Singaporeans I've yet to see! I probably seemed to be fresh out of Woodbridge the other day when Roger sent me this random sms asking me why so many singaporeans walked around with a tulan look, causing me to laugh out loud whilst walking to the bus stop. Honestly, we just seem to have this perpetual scowl, machiam someone offend your mudder. Next campaign: Smile Singapore!

Oh dear I suddenly have a surplus of things to blog about and one post is just too short! During the one week that I lost contact with the outside world (when my net got cut off) I thought to myself, hey this isn't too bad, I could live without going online. But now when I go online and read all the updates that I've missed, I feel like a missed a week of tutorials. Haha, all right so that's an over exaggeration. So I'll finish blogging topic by topic -

1) Mr Malaysia/Roger/the only guy who'd do this in public:

We walked around numerous departmental stores yesterday in search of a 'Cheap Gawdy Men's Shirt Store'. Looks like bright florals aren't really in yet. He was looking to complete his pimp look for school prom, now all he needs is a golden tooth! I still think he'll end up looknig more like the owner of KTV Party World, pimps in singapore just don't dress like they do on tv!

Thankfully that's not the shirt he got, (unless he manages to find one today)

I normally turn my brain to power-saving mode when I go out with Roger, i.e. I'm not aware of my surroundings or where I'm heading. I just follow and walk and concentrate on not falling down. But yesterday was different because he decided to let his brain take a holiday, and what happens if 2 people turn their brains off/energy-saving? You get a whole lot of walking cos you end up walking without thinking, meaning you walk in wrong directions etc. Kinda like thoses little guys in Pacman, they just move and move and move non-stop. So, no choice, I had to play Hero and turn my brain on to full mode which hasn't been done since the last Physics paper. By 9 my brain just went on strike. haha...

Should I post about prom now? Aiyo what the hell am I doing, asking blogger questions. die, gone case. All right For all those who are DYING to see me in my clown suit...

nenni nenni poo poo! I don't want show youuuu!

Haha... so much for maturity at the age of 18. Ok la, post one photo first. Oily just shut up ok!

Nah go stare in awe at my beauty and shut up :P

I'm back!

Unlike what Mings suggested, no, I did not get eaten by that horribly terrible Oily. My disappearance was mainly due to the suspension of my internet (due to unpaid bills). In addition, I sat on a bus, nuah-ing my butt for 7 hours, and went to Kuantan.

There has always been this distinct difference between Malaysia and Singapore (duh), not only in the overall environment and infrastructure, but with the people as well. We spent a few days in Kuantan holding a camp for the people there and all I can say is that I've never met more charming children! Last week, I spent a few days taking care of a bunch of our local toddlers, it was back breaking not only because of the height difference but because of their energizer bunny behaviour. Plus they're naughty/blur which is equally bothersome. Fine, they're only kids right?

However the Kuantan kids were really so lovable! Perhaps it was because of the sing-song way in which they speak chinese that really charms me, ( the singaporean tone is just way too flat), but it's probably because they're so simple, easy to please and enthusiastic.

This was the group of fellas I gave a 15 minute gutiar lesson to, I've never seen 12 year olds that were so keen to learn! Our local boys would probably rather use it as a gun/bazoooka/oversized sword/baseball bat. The beauty of non city kids: less time spent playing stupid shoot-shoot-kill-kill computer games.

The weather was great! And see!! Got MOUNTAIN!

It's so nice to speak singlish after having to spend those few days struggling in Chinese.

Anyways, prom in several hours and I'm clueless as to what to do with my hair. And if you're going to ask me the same question everyone asks me when I say I have prom, YES I AM WEARING A DRESS. Or maybe I'll just wear an A&W bear suit ya?

Liberty!

So I said I'd be writing more intelligent and insightful posts after my exams are over, but I hit my head... real bad... so I'm excused from that promise I made earlier.

I have a baluku (bump) on my head the size of a tutu kueh! (you know that fluffy white steamed cakes they sell at 5 for $2?) Just my luck, I slip and fall while ice skating (I bet Chio was cursing me) and land right smack on my head. Don't ask me how I fell, I just fell and no, my life didn't flash before my eyes. Though I did feel as if my brain and eyeballs had swapped places for a split second when I landed. And guess what's the first thing I uttered even before I could open my repositioned eyes?

"Thank God my exams are over."

I think it took me a whole 5 minutes to get my ass off the ice even though I was soaked right through with freezing ice water. You don't realise these kind of things when you feel like your brain's spilt out. You can actually see my bump from under my hair!!

SEE!!!
It's like a perpetual hangover that doesn't go away! And my paranoid mum made me go to the A&E in the evening despite me being fine (besides for the nagging pain), hence we ended up paying a hefty $80 and waiting a torturous 3 hours before having the doctor ask me 10 questions, (all of which I said 'no' to) and getting a box of Panadol. So it roughly comes up to $5 a question and $2 a panadol. blardy hell...

If you see me within the next few days, SHOW SOME SYMPATHY AND DON'T EVEN THINK OF HITTING MY BALUKU! I'll skin you alive and fry you for lunch.

As quoted from xiangwei, *Pouts*

Oh my gosh, it's been such a long week! And a tiring one too. I've actually been dreading the end of the a levels, but now I simply can't wait!

I have nothing to blog aout now, my mcq paper's tomorrow though, yuck. =P

Ants!

After freezing my guts during the Chemistry paper, I took the pleasure of thawing in the sunlight as I strolled home. You'll never guess what I saw on my way home, a walking flower!


All right so it's an ant carrying a blossom, which was pretty intriguing since it's like 3 times it's size. It's something we see pretty often, and I normally detest ants to the core, don't get me wrong, I still do, but it's just that this scene seemed pretty comical. Nice lush greenery... Cars driving past... the peaceful overpriced Min Jiang playing afternoon selections... and a walking FLOWER. =)

Anyways I got a better shot of the little fella, since he had the courtesy to show me his butt the first time.

I decided against taking a photo of his buddy a few inches behind him who was carrying a fellow (dead) comrade. It seemed a little gory to me since he was probably going to bring the body home and tell his ma,
'Hey ma! I brought a friend home for dinner!'
'*CHOMP!* *CHOMP!*'
'Wah! boy ah! Your friend has such nice legs!'

Now you know why I decided not to take a photo of that

Wah kao!! I'm damn freaking pissed! I just deleted like over 30 photos from my phone thinking that I had already transferred them to my computer when I hadn't! And as if there's the Bermuda Triangle of the computer, the photos are no where to be found now and ARGHGHHGH!!!a'fhd'sklfh'adoh

damn you technology!! damn you for making us all so reliant on you! It's YOUR fault!

'adfiuhd;akjfadsk;ajdbai;erfk;jg npadih/

I was initially deciding on what to post about and my choices came down to
(a) Cons's recent concert
(b) My father's undeniable talent of blame-pushing (he has AMAZING justifications)
(c) A lazy but rather convenient photo update with a selection from the THIRTY photos I took WHICH ARE NOW GONE
(d) Other non-frivoulous matters like ME, ME, ME (kidding)

However I now discovered option (e) due to this unfortunate incident, which happens to be:
Ranting, complaining and mild swearing.

wah kao1!!!!!

Urge

I'm reminded of Herbal Essences's advertisement. Oooooo... I have the overwhelming urge to write a short post to save people from their mundane notes and not so T, TYSes. Let's be honest, how long can you ACTUALLY sit in front of your books? Unless I'm with Mings, the ultimatum of studying stamina, 2 hours tops before I go prancing around the fields of gold. (Where got?)

Now I'm sneezing like there's no tomorrow, if I were to get a dollar for every sneeze, I'd be a millionare. *Aachooo!!* Irritating nose. So here's a quick encouragement to any poor student in Signapore who's reading this!

If you think you suck at exams, always look on the bright side, you're not the worst and keep telling yourself you have the innate capability to do it. I think your mindset really matters a lot when you do the examination. If you're all nervy and unconfident during your paper, you'll have a higher tendency to give up when you meet a difficult question, you won't even bother to try to rack your brains for an answer because you tell yourself it's not there. IT'S THERE OK! EVEN IF IT'S UNDER LAYERS OF DUST. We don't need statistics to tell us that self-motivation is important, (we have plenty of capitalistic motivational speakers who do) so be confident!

And if you think you know it all and the A levels are peanuts, screw you! Even geniuses have more modest!

Haha, have fun people! There's only one exam like this, unless of course you enter engineering where it's the a levels all over every 6 months. :D

Pree A level de-stress!!

Ok people we all know how near the exams are, but you HAVE To watch this!! IT's DAMN funny!!!

FAT CAT!!

Here's the fat cat again! I never thought I'd live to the day to meet the real life version of Garfield, boy was I wrong! This fella takes no more than 5 steps before collapsing his furry little bum on the marble floor, often the rest of his body follows and his 'I-am-King' look is turned on. I can already see the little 'think bubble' popping out of his head saying, 'Man, was that a workout! *pants*' Damn fat and cute! If mutant powderpuffs were to one day try to take over the world, I'm pretty sure they'll look like him. Haha...

One more month till freedom! Before uni starts of course.

Something sweet

I had such an eventful day with the Chiobu yesterday! And as I have promised her, I shall devoting this post to her and the events :D

After our TB skin test at TTHS, Chio very nicely accompanied me for my checkup at KK (No I'm not pregnant). We saw the CUTEST kid ever. The pictures I took are a gross understatement of his adorable cuteness!!

His smile was so heart-melting! This picture failed to capture his 'act-coy-smile' as I like to put it, the cutest thing was when he imitated Chio's 'act-coy-smile' which has her putting her hand to cover her mouth. Sorry I didn't catch that, I was a little paiseh la, take picture of other people's kids. Oh yes, and I have to mention that whilst all this was happening, Chio was STILL wearing her Burger King crown. (My doctor later acknowledged her as Burger King!)

This is the Troy/Hector version of the crowning. She behaved so naturally that it was hers till she made it seem like a hairband, putting it on after she brushed her hair/adjusted her fringe/etc. True king man.. haha.. So chio and the kid continued to bashfully 'flirt' infront of his mum and also very cute grandma. There were a few times when he beckoned her over, damn adorable, seriously! She was pretty sad when we had to go in for my consultation, but he was still waiting when we got out, and remained so while I made payment and stuff. And then the most heart-wrentching thing happened! He went in the doctor's room! It was as if Chio had lost one of her limbs forever. She was so heartbroken! So we sat and waited for him to come out (I think I spent over 2 hours in total waiting the whole day) So while she pined for him to come out, even his granny laughed at her and told her to wait, haha.. damn cute granny.

Aiyo it was like a chinese drama when his clinic room door opened! Both of them literally squealed with delight! We rushed over and she finally carried him! Aiyo, it looked like a mother -son reunion! Only cross race la, haha..

I tell you the entire scene was so sweet and funny! I smiled till my cheeks ached! Even the neighbouring families watching the entire process were gleaming and laughing! haha, meanwhile these 2 fellas were so absorbed in each other! My heart really just melted when I saw him reseting his head on her shoulder, aiyoooo, he looked sooo peaceful and happy. I don't know how to describe it, you guys should have seen it. Can you imagine carrying a stranger's kid and he just rests on your shoulder as if you were him mum?? Now tell me that doesn't make you go all soft and warm!! Awwwwww~
And he was actually sayanging her! So cute, he cried when we left after 2 failed attempts by his mum to re-carry him, haha... Of course chio was equally or more heartbroken when we had to leave. It's amazing what connection they had. It was just so natural. *beams*

Shit, 14 days to the examinations of my life and I'm here about to write about frivalous material. I initially wanted to post a long wordy article about the case of Repealing 377A, the law against gay sex, but considering that my favourite TV show is coming on soon and I have less than 15 minutes, I'll save that brain torture for another day. Sooo...

Pictures!

The epitome of pompous cattiness! I took the liberty of adding a crown for his highness! Wah lao look at his smug face la, haha... buay tahan.

I thinkI have an eye for capturing still food. Especially in my mouth. Beeeaaannss..
Failed self photo taking

Funny videos!

Oh dear, I've gotten so used to not writing that I no longer really want to write much despite today being my last official 'school day' in ACJC which should normally be accompanied by plenty of emo, nostelgic prose. However I know everyone feels the way I feel, it's the same for every farewell, no matter at what age and in which context. In addition, most people aren't exactly feeling all warm and mushy seeing that the irritating exams are going to be here in TWENTY ONE DAYS. Yes, TWENTY ONEEE.

I honestly can't believe how far I've come in my life and this school. However considering that I've probably only lived about a quarter of my life, this is nothing. But then again, how fun and exciting can being a granny be? Despite having a life which on average should last about 7 to 8 decades, only the first 2 are jam packed with action. Darn. So not worth it, haha.. kidding, kidding..

Anyways, Oops, seems like I've written quite a fair bit already. So here's a video presenting guys from our Arts Faculty.. ( I refuse to say CO for fear of ensuing stigmas)

Names shall be withheld for privacy's sake (how ironic)



And remember how I always insist that Oily's not only full of oil but also of resounding air? Siyi and I tested this hypothesis, conclusion? It's true!!

Verbal constipation

It's been a long time since I've written something wordy and expressive, partially because I'm too caught up with trying hard to fight with the elite people in Bukit Timah 'campus' and partially because I have the tendency to be reclusive. When I first started this blog I had no qualms about rambling about matters which mattered to me and the few people in my very tight social circle, it was, at that stage, a pretty much personal blog. However somewhere in between then and now, I lost that sense of security of blogging what I think/feel whether or not they be radical thoughts or not because of the high cost it might bring. Unless I resort to siyi's password style which defeats my purpose of allowing old aquantances/people in the larger social circle from 'catching up with me'. It's amazing how much you can learn about a person through their blogs.

SO how? I want to have my cake and eat it. To be able to write my thoughts and feelings without qualms and yet allow others have a look at my life without being bored/offended in any manner. I feel constipated because I don't share a lot of things, I find it probably difficult for other people to understand, I mean, you're not me, I don't blame you. Aiyoi.. >_<(constipated face)

So I'm stuck back at square one, thanks blog.

Reading good blog entries of others are so fulfilling. :) some people just have the amazing ability to utillise the English language so perfectly. Unlike me LOR. And oily shut up ah, I tell you I cry in front of you then you know (muahaha...) It's very funny when you see how helpless and useless guys get in front of a teary eyed girl, haha.. (No specific examples, I've seen it a lot of times and it's normally always the same lost/stoned/helpless look)

Sorry for the lousy post. Now go and mug everyone!

A moment of bliss

Funny scene in class today which happens oh so rarely:

Scene: A very stoned us in a class on the 7 floor, waiting for our tutor to come. In steps ANDY (renowned for his uber laid back, wassup-dude attitude who's 100% late for class)

Andy: Hey class is on the second floor. ( he comes in and puts his bag down)
Rest of Us: har.. aiyo climb so much already.. Really anot?
A: Ya really. (continues sitting there)
ROU: Yeah right,. you sure anot?
A: Wah lau really la!

*nobody moves, silence for about 15 secs*

A: Eh, you guys not moving?
ROU: Really anot?
A: Ya duh!
Rou: But it's ANdy leh.. ok pretend you didn't come up! *laughter*
A: Wah lau! seriously man!

*nobody moves for another 10 secs

ROU: REally ah?
A: REALLY LA!! Come on man you can trust me!
ROU: uh your hair says otherwise (andy had just gotten some funky punky haircut)
*laughter*
A: no kidding la!~

we move on to walk down 5 darn floors for econs, haha.. it was a short moment of nonsensical happiness. :)

Fly me to the MOON!!

Constance you better be able to play the bass like that by Sat! haha.. these guys were from ac I think, the guitarist is just SO charming. :)

Oei! You 2 should be grateful that I'm a considerate photographer, I took the best sides of both of you! (unlike st0opid cons) -__- Very fun right, take stupid pictures of me and laugh your head off, aiyo call yourselves sisters! *pouts* haha

Lelong!! Lelong!! Anybody wants them? Buy 1 get 1 free!!

Angry + Stress = Angst

It's been a terrible, terrible week. One so draining and sickening that I never ever want to go through it again. As much as I oppose to emo posts because they're selfish and inconsiderate to the reading audience, I can't tahan holding all this in and desperately seek an outlet. As siyi would say, it's my blog and my decision. So allow me to declare this: THIS IS GOING TO BE EMO

I've never felt such screwed up emotions before, I had such a sleepless night thinking about what exactly I'm experiencing and why I'm acting this way. I'm not going to bother with the whole background info because it tires me and I don't even know myself what the background info is. My mind is in such a flurry because of all the bombardment my mind goes through each day, GP essay outlines, analysing artcles, recalling info about atoms and molecules while resolving forces on free-body diagrams, I feel exhausted. Plus the fact that I'm anal in the sense that I need to justify matters before I can let them rest, resulting in me spending time thinking, why is it such? what's the root of all this? I'm quite a fan of causal theory, but not as absolute as the theory itself. I concluded a few things yesterday

-Unlike most who express their disatisfaction at that particular point in time, I prefer to remain calm and empathise with my antagoniser. However my habit of bottling everything in and not getting pissed at the moment has become natural, until I get back home and realise, wth did I take that shit for?? Then I burst and therefore there's a lag in my pissed-off-ness which spillsover to the next day.
-I'm behaving in such a selfish and inconsiderate manner to some because I'm just so sick of always being nice and giving in. give and give and give...wth
-pms is probably the reason why I'm so cranky all the time. The stuffy weather doesn't make it any better.
-There are 40 days there abouts to the A levels, and I'm thoroughly disatisfied with myself.
-I'm pissed but no longer can express it the way I used to be able to. I don't know why, I just lost that skill. Which is emotional constipation, seriously.
-I'm so freaking stressed that even though my face/actions may not say it at times, my body automatically does and I begin clenching. My jaw has been aching like hell and I probably drove my teeth in by another couple of millimetres.
-I'm exhausted cos I don't sleep well even though I sleep enough.
-Everything's just so sickening because once you start your train of thought its difficult to stop. I think I've been reading too many psychology related things. Argh

Grrr...

But of course there're always the good times, I really have to thank mings, for wearing my warm smelly sports shoes and lending me her court shoes yesterday, for tahaning my whining when I'm hot and sticky, for mugging and pushing me to mug, and for just making the week seem not that bad after all. :) And chio chio who's ridiculous camwhoring is hilarious!!

And of course all the other victims who've experienced my crankiness through the week, haha, poor intimidated oily.

Gimme a week and hopefully everything gets better

Wriggling Yellow Stuff

I officially am averse to unknown, mushy yellow stuff. Not too long ago, as some of you might have heard, I had the unfortunate experience of discovering a maggot in my over-over-ripe banana. I was peeling the banana's skin when I saw it's bruise, upon closer examination, I noticed that the bruise was moving. It didn't take me long to realise what THAT meant.

Today was a horror story, my sister had been smelling something bad in the kitchen and pulled her guts together to open the kitchen cupboard. There lay an intimidating scene... a covered kuali (you know that think to char kuay teow) SO what lay inside the kuali that was so revolting? There sat a metal container of yellow goo, with funny stuff around it. Here's the best part, IT WAS MOVING. There were freaking maggots in there!! The slop was alive!

I'm not going to cook or step into the kitchen as much as I can for the next few weeks at least~

And I definitely wont be eating bananas or corn

I had a good day in school but a bad one outside. Grrr...

My mum just took me to look at some 2.2 million dollar apartment at Melrose near her office. No we aren't moving there and neither are we close to even buying something that exhorbitantly priced. Honestly I think that place is a rip off. The master bedroom is about the same as ours, which is puny if you don't know and the overall lighting of the place is just bad.

yay, pizza in the office :)

Caffine - Best discovery ever

Tell tale signs that I have just had a cup of coffee not too long ago.:

When I'm doing work/in lecture

-I'm conscientiously doing my work, so absorbed that I enter my own world of calculus and complex numbers
-I look at the lecturer and ACTUALLY copy what she's writing while listening
-I cross my legs and begin looking at the clock every 30 seconds with a look of great distress, this is normally accompanied by me whining to my neighbour that I need to pee.. Desperately.

During a break

- I talk a lot and at increasingly fast speeds
- I seem interested in whatever the topic at hand is even if it may be about something as unintersting as floor tiles
- I'm very smiley and hyper
- I need to pee.
In the car/ late at night

- I talk to my family about any and every single thing I can think of, which I normally don't because I'm too tired to talk in the car.
- I attempt to harmonise (note:attempt) with every single song that plays on the radio, much to my mother's annoyance who insists that I sound like an animal.
- My voice gets a couple of tones higher and I speak at a much much faster rate
- I need to pee

Fellowship of the chocolates!!

Here's a quick one for you, how many different coloured M&Ms do you reckon there are? 6? 10? 15? Now brace yourself for the fellowship of the (M&M) ring!!

TA-DA!

My sister's extremely intelligent friend, the one who managed his Master's thesis in 3 days instead of the given 3 months and still got an A+ and whom has now recently returned from the States with the most intriguing 'souvenir' I've ever recieved in a looong time, (hence pushing his IQ up by a few more points in my books!) :) got me what I would like to call, a set of M&Ms. There are 18 freaking colours in that box man!!!

'Very thrilling meh?" you may ask.

I'll call you a boring bunch of sour grapes because all you have are your 6 coloured M&Ms (blue, brown, yellow, red, green). Bleagh to you! I think my sister thought I had completely lost it or that I was really a bimbo at heart when I got all hyper about getting 18 colours, I mean seriously, 18 colours! That's like way WAY too much food colouring! Hey I think I should bring them to school one day and test the guys to see if they were colour blind, I bet XW would only see 3 colours.! Anywyas, thanks Lionel! Sorry I didn't get to thank you personally in church, but I thought an entire post devoted to you/your M&Ms would be better. haha.. Hey, this picture has made it as the wallpaper of my phone ok, and as most of you would know, the only few photos I would shuffle as my wallpaper would be that of my darling guitar and my AC school badge. And of course not to forget that of Chio's.

=)

Pixar is hilarious!!

Take a break from all that studying and take a look at these!!

I totally adore this one!







This one has a nice ending





And my all time favourite from ages ago

The Ultimatums

Here's my mum's attempt of a face lift! She was complaining how her side of the family apparently had genetically droopy eyes and hence proceeded her attempt to un-droopify them. Haha!! I went on to tell her that she was pointing her middle fingers! I love my mum, I think she's the funkiest 60 year old mum ever with the craziest ideas in her head. (That's why her daughters like that mah...)

In my eyes, she has the empathy level akin to that of Mother Teresa, a tolerance level higher than that of the Hoover Dam's and the patience of a sloth waiting for another sloth to come from the next tree. (In case you don't get this metaphor, sloths are freaking ridiculously slow). Should a taxi inconsiderately and dangerously cut into our lane, she says,

' Aiya, let them cut la, they've been driving the whole day, and they need to make money also what..'

My gosh, she's the Florence Nightingale of all taxi drivers. Perhaps it's also because she barely hits 60 on a highway, HIGHWAY leh... No wonder every Tom, Harry, Ah Seng and Ah Huat want to cut our lane. Plus, she's so full of nonsense, (we can get obscenely crude when the 3 of us come together) coming up with an alternative for 'luncheon meat' that kinda makes your stomach turn at the first mention of it. (haha.. chio would know) She makes up 2 parents, no, allow me to correct myself, she's makes up WAY more than 2 parents. Without her we'd probably be selling tao huay at Geylang by now whilst giving out flyers concurrently.

My nonsense sister pretending that she's conjoined to my mother's shoulder.... act cute lor.. haha.. Honestly, we're a family of capable women, that's what you get when you have a useless man around. But it's good training I reckon. =)

Singapore.. Again,

Scenes you would probably only get in places such as Singapore:

All right this is probably a common sight in places such as China too.

I really like this one, it's a classic table-choping-tissue scene. And this was really the table next to me at the Marina foodcourt!

My all time favourite theatrical performers! Emma Yong should have sung for Forbidden City in the first place.

Another worth-while production by Singapore's Performing Arts! I had a great prolonged weekend spending time with all the important people in my life (namely family). Watching Singapopera simply took my breath away, there came a point during th show where I found myself grinning so much that my cheeks really hurt. Singapopera was basically a feature of many of our local musicals dating 20 years back from Beauty World. Honestly, they should have just turned it into the NDP to make it all worthwhile. The Singapore Pop Orchestra, recently started by Dick Lee, was extremely impressive. He formed it in view of integrating the cultural instruments and diversifying the ways in which music is often played. The conductor/musical director Sydney Tan actually got the Sitar to play a Cheena song la! But it was reeallly good!! My sister and I have decided to set up a seperate blog to talk about theatre programmes we've gone for! Wait for it! =)

I need to teach my sister AP/GP, sooo... family photo to end off! we actually cam-whored in teh toilet because we all happened to wear green to church today!

Some one told me to write this on my blog, XIANGWEI IS A NICE PERSON. So while I'm at it, Mings just got the friend of lion (Singa) Award! All the time spent on the disobedient class has finally paid off!

Finally the exams are over, I'm glad to say they are and yet sad at the same time. Generally speaking, I enjoy exam periods because my brain takes a rest and doesn't do an ounce of studying apart from the few hours before the paper. This means that should I have a morning paper and another the next afternoon, the entire day will be spent sleeping, watching tv or just plain slacking. But after 2 weeks of doing so, I started getting bored and restless, which means that I started getting emo as well as my interactions with humans depleted. Exam periods are always as such, you go for your paper, sit in the freezing cold for a couple of hours holding your pee after which you pee, complain about the paper for about 5 minutes or for as long as it gets youto the school gate, and then you go home. At least that's it for me. Luckily my sister has been home most of the time, or else I would have just died of lonliness/not-talking-ness.

It came to my attention this year that I'm much much more reliant on human interactions than I thought I was, and I also realised the averse effects it has on me when I don't mix with people.
Oh well... =)

Ever heard EIC's rendtition of a song for/about Fiona Xie? It's damn funny if you catch all the jokes!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=if4XoBaZYP0

Idealism

After several bimbotic posts, I shall revert to something which actually reflects the blog address, haha... And can you people stop scandalising my life! Go laugh at the picture of the hairbrush or tissue paper instead can, =P

Anyways, I wouldn't consider myself a cynic of love and relationships. I do believe that love, relationships and all that shit (see the irony) can happen and does happen. However, what I am critical about is the prediction of relationships and feelings. It seems to me that people tend to idealise relationships (in this case those between couples) and assume that everything will remain that way once everything is fine and dandy. Often enough, it also seems to be the guys who have this mentality. They have this perfect envisionment of the future with their partners whether it be several months or several years away which may however not necessarily be the case all the time. Yes, happy-ever-ending stories can and do happen, but one has to realise the fact that we are constantly being shaped and tweaked by the society we grow up in whether of not this be conscious or sub-consciously.

Man often has this egotistical presumption that we are unimpressionable by our surroundings, but the actual fact is, we are constantly bombarded by things which shape and re-shape our ideals and mould our principles. Even if we Christians were to say that we stand by the Bible, in all honesty, how infallable are we? The point here is that nothing can ever remain the same forever, especially when you talk about human relationships. Why do you think Cheena philosophers often liken our lives to ever-flowing, luohan populated rivers? We are likewise, never constant and in fact, the most fickle creatures on this planet. (Xw's just exceptionally fickle! =P) What you experience in a relationship now may not necessarily be so 5 years or even 5 months down the road. Unlike what we think, we are actually extremely vulnerable creatures who are susceptable to something as small as a newspaper review introducing a new idea into our heads. I've recently come across several people who seem to just copy their current state and paste it in the frame of what they call the future, thinking that yea, we'll get married, have 5 children and a dog (not directed at anyone =) I have to admit, relationships are the most unpredictable things, and sometimes signing your name on that certificate isn't a 100% guarantee of a life-time of happiness, it's a contract, a bond, and some people choose to have no qualms as to breaking them. I wouldn't call this being cynical or critical, I'm simply being realistic and honest. You think you'll definitely marry the person you're with now or whoever it is you'll be with in the future? Not unless you make it happen, because it's easy to just drop everything and go once things change. And being with one for more than 5 years doesn't mean anything either, I've seen plenty of long looong term relationships end just as easily.

Well, it's just what I've been thinking about with all the on-goings around me. Note: AROUND not WITH ok. Have a happy week people!

By the way, look at the size of my CPU! HAHAHA!!

Completion! =)

Thank you dears!! I had lots to say but unfortunately the mood has past and the lousy papers I've had throughout the week doesn't make me any more verbal. So allow the pictures to talk! Allow me first to give credit to the wonderful girls feifei, ping and yee! I have no idea what I'd do without you guys, serious! First and foremost, I know this is an extremely common and over shown photo-donuts from the donut factory (which doesn't seem to function like as a very efficient one considering the constant queues) I mean, why don't you just mass produce with larger ovens? Anyways back to the point, yee can me my sugar mummy! She actually lined up for over an hour to get these for us!! SO damn nice la!!! :D:D ( Her as well as the donuts) My goodness, I wouldn't line up and buy donuts for anyone unless I really really found it worthwhile (meaning you're very very close to me)

Look! Fei and Ping got me my VERY OWN BMW! haha... (substitute of Lamborghini)

Chio right, haha.. I think I make a pretty good toy car photographer :D And look!!

AAEee!!! :D:D My all time favourites

Screams again!

Haha, apart from that, here are some funny things I have, remember our new national symbol of table reserving tissue packets? Here's the ultimate my sister got for me :

And this is printed on the back of a hairbrush!

==>

Hilarious!

Thanks, you guys know me best. ;)

New Computer!!

I couldn't tahan, I had to blog about this, I have a new computer with not one, but TWO swanking processers!! I bet the previous one had half a processor because it was so retardly slow. Retarded in this context is really apt.

It's a Dell Inspiron! The monitor is so big I feel cock-eyed already! And my desktop is damn cool!! Wheee!!!! Yay!!! Gone are the days where I can turn on the computer, cook maggi mee and come back to a blank screen as the internet explorer loads the screen. Now I just click and everything pops up as if it were pre-loaded. Wha.. kinda like instant pre-mix, ^v^ And the speakers just rock! My CPU is the less than half the size of a normal CPU, damn sexy! REally!!!

Yay!! I'm so excited I can barely construct proper sentences now!

And it's Windows vista, meaning that both the hardware and software of this fantastic contraption rocks in all areas! :D

No one can laugh at my computer anymore! muahaha!

Here's a scary thought for you- I actually kinda enjoy Physics exams!
*Blood curdling scream+scary Psycho 'cheng! cheng!' music playing in the background.*

Ok I don't blame you if you didn't fully comprehend and visualise the second statement, it's something so retarded that probably only my sister and I can get it, haha..

Anyways I doubt that I'll be updating for the following weeks, it's a bid to stay glued to the books and not the screen, so much for effort eh, bah.

I feel extremely sian, not emo ok, sian. There's a negative connotation to emo, but just one of laziness in sian. wth am I saying, bleah.. wrote too much for GP already, and will probably still fail as always, what a loser I am.

Yoda: Loser, I am.

I watched King and I on Sunday!! my gosh I've never seen such chiseled abs before. I bet bush could have as many wars as I he wanted if he had abs like those and displayed them at every public speech.

stupid fairy and oily, mass of fluttering oil!! stop defaming me on my tagboard!!

Singapore!

The fireworks yesterday were completely overwhelming and fantastic! All right, I know they were nothing compared to the recent Festival of Fireworks, but to someone who hasn't had a good view of fireworks ever since her primary school days, watching fireworks explode a few hundred metres away(all right maybe more) is way better than seeing them pop pathetically on a TV screen. So what if I was blocked by the roof of the food court or had the lights reflecting off the windows into my face, the view was great and being able to enjoy it in the comfort of the air-conditioned food court just rocked. Somehow the enjoyment level of everything is elevated when you're comfortable and others are standing and squeezing in the heat outside. (muahaha)

However, what really completed the mood of National Day was the sight of Singaporeans gathering in their typical Kiasu fashion, looking awe-struck at every single plane, spark or birdthat appeared in the skyline as if they were aliens. Some may scoff our 'Swaku-ness' and jeer at the uncouth and uncultured behaviour of many, and as much as I do not condone that, it is this blatant honesty and unabashed attitude we all portray that makes everything feel like home.

I love the children who screamed with each pop of the fireworks (even though there wasn't much to scream about)
I love the way we all WAH-ed unglamly with each burst of light.
I love the auntie behind us who kept saying 'hip siong! hip siong!' (take photo! take photo!)
I love the way everyone would shout in excitement point each time there was a slight movement in the sky (which looked pretty amusing!)
I love the way people so shamelessly reserve tables with their puny tissue packets (Some would have seen my tissue packet which says 'Chope' on the front, I'll take a picture next time!)
I love our retardedly absurd lingo, terms like:

I Chope!
Must kiap the paper leh.
Why you kop my fishball!
He's damn imba la! ( I recently discovered it's coined from 'imbalance')

Haha...I love this country!

Poor Dhabs!

I was intending to blog only after I had more free time, but seeing Dhab being so emo, I feel compelled to cheer her up! It's difficult when someone is miles away, even with technology shrinking our world day by day and making the world 'flatter' than it already is. Dhab don't worry ok, (I'm working on my my mum letting me go over for a few days to stay with you!) To a certain extent I hope the market will still be a bit hot so that I can go over on my own *Smiles*. Don't ever lose your happy disposure Dhab because that is what makes you the person everyone wants to have around all the time. Happiness rubs off onto people, and so does your perpetual inaness! :D (lurve that word! heh.) So don't lose your trump ok? Remain as optimistic as ever, as silly and lively and bouncy (fishball) as ever and as great a friend eveR!! You should have left your camera behind for us to take photos with! :P Now we're stuck with ancient ones!!

Argh! tired. macroecons macroecons and more macroecons

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spasm

Emo leh...

Honestly I still don't see how you can't accept things the way they are. It's frustrating and very very draining, so much so that my weekends are always ruined. Everyone makes mistakes because that's how were were made, the difference between us and others is that we know that for a fact and we're supposed to accept others for that particular shortcoming and not condemn or judge them. I'm being very frank to admit that yes, I am annoyed, and that rarely occurs with me. I don't know what to do already la.

The Aftermath

I can't believe that I'm officially 18. Up to before my birthday, being 18 had only been an experience I associated to my sister.(She seems to have stopped growing after that) Time seemed to have stopped when she graduated from JC and started working and studying in the University and I often attribute this to the point that we switched roles once she graduated and I entered upper sec. For those who have seen our interactions, it's often deceiving as to who the older one really is. (haha) But I've never been happier to have her around, I think me passing my recent GP essays are due to 2 people, my sister and siyi. After 6 months of not having an intelligent bimbo (oxymoron) around to talk/discuss issues with, my brain kinda died and I started becoming incapable of sorting out issues or generating points in my essays. Your interactions and daily activities really influence the way and what you write about. GP is like any other subject which requires constant contact and practice unlike what many people think. (This being so especially for the not so GP-inclined people) Unlike people like Siyi who can prattle off complex sentences and intertwined ideas and philosophies even if you were to just wake her up from a year long comatose.

Wait a minute, this entry was supposed to be dedicated to the aftermath of my birthday (As suggested by the title) Oops!! haha.. I'm freaking worried about the A's especially my terrigible and horrigible Engrish.

So back to the point!! I LuRVvEE the bikini *spine-tingling scream!* from you wild cello girls(and 1 guy), A absolutely adore the mug the class girls got for me! (lovingly hand drawn) plus the uber funny and heart-warming efforts of chiobu and fairy-woo to ambush at 7am! I still can't imagine if I had been driven to school instead! haha... You guys are damn sweet la! And of course, the best of all, my one month of peace and quiet from oily, haha...

Right it's time for me to get to school after spending the last 4 hours studying. bleah.. I feel saturated.

Ooo!! And a HUGE thank you to all the sms-ers! Honestly, I never realised how these messages could really make your special day special-er, my heart surged each time my phone vibrated throughout the day. :D I write all your names next time ok, haha.. need to change for school

Here it Comes!!

This is a post to remind you people to note an extremely important date down on your planning devices-

31st July!!!

:D

I was reading last year's post on my wishlist and decided once again to help my friends out on my birthday by making requests on my blog. ( Read July 06 if you haven't an inkling of what's to come). Being the pragmatic me, I've drawn up a list to ease the pain of gift shopping for those who intend to do so for me. (How nice I am) Kidding, I'm just being extremely self-centred and demanding. However I am still feeling similar sentiments to those of 2006, my birthday very well signifies the end of the month and the arrival of another major examination-Prelims. (The horrendous Beast) Plus the fact that being 18 strips you of all invisible rights you have of being an ignorant 'non-adult'. The expectations and requirements are once again raised to a social groove we all have to comply to. Eighteen is just.. OLD.

Anyways, back to my list (muahhaha)

1) Sadly no one got me this last year, a nice bright red Lamborghini!
2) More and more Coffee! Seriously, I'm in dire need of it. ( I want the Coffeebean mix one.) =P
3) If you have spare cash hanging around, a pair of Sony Ericsson earphones would be well appreciated, you know, the roundish ones that are stuffed into your ears
4) A competant secretary for my mum willing to work for a grand a month
5) An Edith Piaf album!!
6) A sugar daddy to bring me to watch Tommy Emmanuel when he comes! (Ok la, I too ugly la)
7) My mp3 player needs a screen protector and a new black case, the one I currently have is disintegrating and I doubt the school cleaners appreciate having me leave black stuff on the floor of the Hub.
8) If you really no money, buy me chicken from teh malay stall in school la, the sambal one :D
9) My gay pink bag is beginning to tear and I need a new one... But attempt to fulfill this request only if you know me and my taste REAL well. ( I slap you if you get me a uber lian bag ah) haha...
10) Ok I realised most of my requests were rather ridiculous, I forsee myself getting a mound of ayam goreng for my 18th birthday now. Hmm... I honestly can't think of anything realistic, uh.. teach me Statistics!!
11) Someone to go for the reverse bungee with me! You know that overpriced rubber band that catapults you through the air?
12) Advice on what computer is best to buy at this point of time because my lau pok computer recently died once again and I'm left using my sister's laptop.

Something has occured to me whilst I write this post, it has no longer become an issue of what material things I want which actually doesn't amount to much, I suppose it's because I have no one to go buy them with me seeing that I see my family for about an hour each day. I feel just like a kid whining and pining for her mummyy..... =(

You're coming back!!! :D:D:D I'm simply beaming with glee!

Bimboness aside, I was staring blankly at my neighbour's (shutian!) comprehension paper the other day during GP class when this sudden random question entered my mind: What makes someone have untidy handwriting? I must admit his paper was pretty messed up, with answers scrawled in all corners of the worksheet, hardly legible to any human. I went on to look at his neighbour's handwriting and noticed quite a stark difference. Well this may be due to the fact that that guy's pretty anal with all his worksheets and is pretty much a neat freak when it comes to anything paper. I decided to embark on my own mental discussion as to why someone can have untidy handwriting, here were some if my thought processes:

Is it because he's slacking? I know my handwriting sucks when I don't give a damn. But then again, he does look rather conscientious as he writes his answers. Nah... he's putting his full effort into it, so it's not a matter of attitude.

So is it the way he holds his pen? I know children's ugly handwriting are often due to the way in which they grasp their pencils. So I looked at his fingers, nope, they didn't look infantile at all.

Is it a matter of hand-eye coordination and balance? Such as the inability to control how high that dash on the 'H' goes or how what angle the tail of the 'g' points off to. All right if that were the case, does it mean people with ugly handwriting are less capable? And it's almost 90% chance that any girl you pick will either have gorgeous and neat handwriting, or regular handwriting that's consistant. (There's this certain regularity about it)So ugly handwriting is a predominately male problem.

So then, I began recalling the handwriting I'd seen from guys of various walks of life, the slackers, the smart ones, the artistic ones. Seeing that those with neat handwriting are rare, I picked them out first and decided whether they were really smart. Hmmm... Let's just put it this way, those with good handwriting turned out to be those which fell into my 'Intelligent' catogery, but some in that catogery had bad handwriting too. Conclusion? Those with good handwriting are intelligent! haha....

I know, I know, utter rubbish. But handwriting really tells a lot about a person, perhaps I shan't do special ed and go study the human nature in handwriting instead!

I stole this from Feifei! It's just absolutely adorable! It's really damn cute! (And bimbotic too!)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=In5uec02E8U

A Tinge of Emo-ness

Weekends are ruined by some things some times, actually most of the time. Shan't elaborate.

Anyways...

With the recent economic property boom, my mum's been as busy as hell. She works almost 17 hour days and rarely comes home before 12. (10's considered early) And so I've spent most of my days sleeping before they (my mum and sis) get back and waking before they do. Considering that previous economic boom was way back in '97 or so and my mum had 3 staff working for her then, I've never really experienced not having my mum around as much. I must say it was pretty traumatic to me initially, you don't just take something away from a girl like that. But after a few months of getting used to, I'm still pretty upset but more or less fine with it. It did, however, cause me to contemplate my ability to study abroad or be miles apart from my mum, would I be able to survive? But then I realised that the issue here is not that she's far away, in fact she's merely 5 MRT stops away. It's the point that she has no time for me. Sure I'd be fine if I were to be miles apart from her as long as she has time to talk to me, but not when she's in the same timezone and not be able to talk to me for long because the freaking agent is calling her.

It's a matter of relativity really, her giving me a 15 minute call when I'm across the globe would be of much more worth then that if she were just minutes away. I'm not angry or upset with her or anything, it just makes me think how easy it is to forget family sometimes, well at least how I do sometimes. But once again, when I place things into perspectives, her bringing us out for dinner just once is heaven in her give schedule, even if it's at 9 when all the restaurants are closing. We go to Thai Express os often, we even got the discount card! (tell me if you wanna go next time, 10% off!)

yay, pon school tmr. :D

30 Odd Days!

I can't believe that I am once again, counting down to some major examination. Alas! 'Tis the sad life of a Singapore student to have her days numbered according to college proficiency tests.

I'm feeling rather brain-drained from all the studying or so we call mugging, hence this shall be a short post.

I met my primary school friend! she stays in the same condo as oily, imagine that! And I reckon she's in the same block as Yanrong, she said there's an ac girl in her block. I miss being a child, or a tween for that matter.

Intriguing Gibberish!

According to Oily, my posts have been rather bimbotic and suited to my new Blog name. Aware of that, I've decided to recount my secondary school Bio days. (All right fine, it isn't exactly the most intellectual topic) I found this situation that occured a couple of days ago mildly amusing in a sadistic way. Allow me to recount:

It was one fine afternoon when I decided to settle my lazy, ill-disciplined, study-allergic self down to the computer to sort out as well as allow that familiar nostalgic feeling to inundate me as I looked through old photographs in my computer. This was done, of course, with the aid of some random music on my playlist. Just as I was listening to The Crysenthemum Tea song, I began browsing through my Secondary school class's photographs. One folder had about 50 pictures of our rat dissection done a couple of years back. All was fine till I came across a recorded video of the ENTIRE rat dissecting proccess done by the instructor and so thoughtfully recorded by our then resident photo/videographer, Ana. Now imagine this: Jay chou in his high semi-falsetto voice singing '

'JU hua can lan de hua...'

Whilst this poor albino rat was having its guts cut on and put on display post mortem. ( I can send you the video if you like). All of a sudden, the song sounded more like this-

'Ju huaaa... *SpUaSCK*'

As little *Stuart's chlorofoam bloated stomach burst out of his skin. Quite farnie right? Time for pictures!*Not for the faint hearted! (bet xw will faint!)

Look at Fei and Aiping lovingly swinging Little Stuart around!

Here's a closer look. This is what I would call the pre-op

Now get ready for this.. This isn't gonna be nice...

Brace yourself!

*SCREAMS!!*

Mingxiu wills sooo kill me if she sees this!

40 Days

It's way too soon for the examinations to be coming, way WAY too soon.

I'm currently burnt and all red/pink, with my nose hurting every time I cringe. Plus the fact that I feel as if I were radiating enough heat from my face to cook an egg. These couple of days have been a good break for me, albeit the mind-fogging issues that float up every once in a while. I'll be frank here, sometimes the weekends can just be such a pain to me. Sometimes I feel as if I've lost my mind, literally. I no longer have a sense of what I'm thinking about, or even what I'm feeling about issues, people or situations. It's as if I've totally lost control of my mind and the way I'm thinking. I doubt it's mental or physical fatigue of any sort because I haven't exactly been doing anything strenuous in particular that's relevent to those. I'm not even sure what I'm talking about, and I'm pretty certain this entire paragraph will make no sense once I reread this later on.

Sheesh, perhaps I really am just tired.

Hartono was great, though I missed most of it. ( But I reckon he's a huge MCP) Jack and rai are going to be doing an acoustic set at the Esplanade at the end of the month! Darned examinations!

Argh.. part 2

Fine, I LURRRRVE the stealer of my wallet to bits. I should find him and give him the rest of my money then.

Argh..

It has come to my attention that I have not lost my wallet, but that it has effectively been stolen! This being because the supposed 'finder' of my wallet has sooo conveniently failed to return or report it to the police or some sort of authority! Now that's stealing!! GRrrrr ... The thought of having some lau uncle or ah soh's hands all over my wallet or cheapskate-ingly using my EZ-link card to travel drives me mad! Inconsiderate asshole! I hope that person chokes on the fishball he(note the assumption) buys with MY money!

"Curses..."

Mojojojo

Lala-ing!

I had a great first day of school! (I don't care whether you asked or not!) Whee!!

Oh yea, this is a little overdue, I won a game of Mahjong last week (fine, fluke la) and here are my tiles! Never bluff, really mine! And the entire drawer of chips are xw's idea of paying me.

According to Darrell's brother, I would have won something like $120,000 had we been playing really seriously. Some exponential thing. Please, I don't even know what half the tiles on my hand are called.

Confusion

I don't understand my SAT score., it's confusing. I can't even calculate my total for that matter. And no it's not because I have too few fingers and toes. Anyways I had an angsty moment yesterday afternoon after lunch, the heat had gotten to me and I was mildly annoyed at I don't know what. For a split second, I was sure I would have kicked anything that got in my path. Hmmm, a bad day, or bad morning/afternoon I guess.

Digression!

We (my mum, sis and I) discovered that my wallet was pretty ironic, Made in China, bought in America, and airmailed to Singapore where it got lost. Haha.. how silly is that!

See I told you I was confused, I can't even decide on a topic to focus on.

Ever had an sms/comment/thing that made your day? I think they're absolutely great. xw+calvin+yuting brightened my very weirdly emoted day. =) It's these little thing that pull you away from the brink of emo-ness, just as you're about to fall into that bottomless waterhole of self-pity and wallow in self-worthlessness. (I know this sounds emo, IT IS NOT OK!)

Anyways, I'm fairly happy with my SAT score, even though I'm not entirely sure what it is, but my sister said it's good, and getting praise from your sister who's Engrish is powderful is empowering in it's own way. (Don' t remind me of GP on Monday, I'm still deciding whether to come for my usual 1pm lesson)

Everything's good. Encore was a hit (to me at least), nobody died in Batam, and SATs weren't screwed. Yay!

I've lost my wallet. I'm surprisingly relatively calm about it. Perhaps it's because there wasn't a substantial amount of cash inside. Apart from my ez link card, acjc card, receipts and like 50 namecards, and oh yes, my door key. Shit.

Near Gone

It's been what everybody's been saying - the holidays are practically over! I wanted to talk about our Batam Build trip whereby the class and I each discovered the banglah/samsui woman/construction worker innate in all of us. Some of my class guys however managed to discover the berry-picker in them they never knew. (It's a long story) However I decided to wait for the pictures to get to me so that I'm able to upload them, so for now, I'll talk about other random things. *yawn*

Yes, that's a paperclip nicely nestled in my hair during one of my study attempts with fei and where I, after much persuasion from her, agreed to use it to clip my hair. The wind was damn annoying la. See what we students do for the sake of studying, I should start a fashion trend in AC! haha... All right, watch out AC, this is gonna be way better than the Sri Nada Barber that comes every term!

Encore!

Apparently some dumbass had shouted 'NOOO!!' when the audience had wonderfully and enthusiastically shouted for an Encore last night. Stupid bugger, hope he falls down and breaks his leg! I think the audience was GREAT and amazing! And the orchestra was swell! Even though my mum did say that the people on stage looked like professional mourners not only because of the black costume but mainly because of our sour faces. The next batch must watch out ok, make sure the the entire orchestra puts on a slight smile (at least) when performing la. Aiyo, some of the J1 erhu'ers faces were so black they looked like they were being lectured by sohkianwee!

The entire performance was wonderful in my perspective because of the people that were in the audience. We were playing to each of our own special groups of friends and family, making it as personal as we could, well at least I was. Sneaking glances at that grinning Aiping and catching my sister's eye as I rolled my eyes at the bunch of noisy moronic mud-daryl's-friends [or junhan's friends I'm not too sure] at the corner. Plus knowing the fact that our poor one-legged Oily(ok not so oily now) had come a hoppin' allll the way from choa chu kang just to support us made it all worthwhile. It would have been perfect if you could have joined in with the triangle on stage, haha... Unlike what I expected, I felt pretty at ease and comfortable on stage because of the people down there. I can safely say that the audience can play an extremely crucial role to any performer. Had I felt that I was being judged or cynically analysed at any point in time during the course of the night, I would have played with a completely different tone an attitude, and would have probably screwed up even more. Btw, I screwed up a lot! And having a veteran cellist behind me didn't make me look any better! But that's not the point and I'm going to do the typical thank-everyone+emo-message thing.

Thanks Feifei!! love the oorhkids! and for shouting my name la, damn malu! Thanks ping for your reassuring smiles throughout! Yee! ( in advance for the eye checkup you're going to give me)Joan and her 'that-one' good choice for the chocolates! so clever! haha..
Nat, Cons and Bert!! Thanks for coming despite my overpriced pang-sai-zua quality tickets! And I love your roses! :D Seeing the church bunch occupying that section was damn cute, it was like church in VCH! haha, I was really happy and honoured to know that these people came to see me pluck strings. =) Mings and the gang!! Thanks for coming and I'm still so sorry I didn't see you guys during the interval! and also for runnig out of vch in such a sweaty, unglam manner, haha... blame the teacher-in-charge la.

Bravo tot he audience!