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!