The Butterfly Effect

Quit Bothering Me.. ALL OF YOU!!

2010-03-08T05:45:00.000-08:00

Here I am.. seething in anger as I am writing this blog entry, trying to vent all my anger and frustration here. I feel so fucking fed up with everyone, well not everyone.. just a few particular people. I am already feeling pretty fucked up and I don't wanna have to deal with another comment or remark.

I am so sick of people asking me to help them do stuffs. Not that I wanna be selfish, but these are matters that they are capable of accomplishing themselves, and yet they would still bombard me with requests to help them. Argh. This is the final staw and I really can't take it anymore.

Just tell them no, you would think. Easy peasy. But it's not easy for me to say no to a friend. I don't know how to reject them without sounding mean or selfish and it is definitely not about trying to be nice nor putting on an act.

You know, life would really be easier if I do not have to deal with all this shit. It's not as if I have so much spare time to dwell on such seemingly trivial issues. Bah.

I don't like what i'm doing right now!

2010-03-07T07:54:00.000-08:00

Instead of completing my absolutely boring, time-consuming and energy-draining ecology lab report as I should be, here I am, blogging. It has struck me once again, as I was typing out my report, that if this is what I wanted. As in, being a biologist or researcher, doing research, read-ups, and of course, writing a lab report thereafter. The thought of the drudgery of the doing all of the above is really rather repulsive. Also, I can't help questioning myself "what the fuck am I doing in Scienc" at times like these.

Sigh. It's not like I totally despise what I am studying right now.. but I just don't see myself as being in this line upon graduation. I don't think I wanna be a researcher.. heck. I don't even LIKE lab sessions. I'm not like some of my course mates who would get excited when they obtain some positive lab results. No. Most of the time I'll be thinking.. "when can we go...". Lol. So how can I ever be a scientist or researcher, one who'll practically attain orgasm when they've painstakingly achieve some successful experiment? Like.. "Oh yeah.. that's the way baby!! That's the way how a DNA's suppose to react. The restriction enzymes did a fantastic job man!! Yeah..."

So.. what I'm worried about now would be that what am I gonna be when I graduate? I know I don't wanna be a researcher, and I used to wanna be an anchorman.. or woman.. but that dream has been shattered ever since I got into Science Fac. Hmm.. so right now I guess the only thing that I would love to do would be to start my own line of cosmetics. NOT like silkygirl, more of like at par with maybelline or better, revlon. Muahahhaa. Then I can be a lao ban niang. But that's just me building sand castle in the air la.. I don't even know how to go about doing.

Hmm.. time to go back to my lab report.. I shall get back to this post once I'm more free=)

And here's some pics to spice up my blog before I go.. if not it'll look so boring with just srtings of words (not that anyone would read.. but lao niang like ar).

Taken at oo. Went there to celebrate Carmen's bday.

Room mates!!

Weighed Down

2010-02-25T07:11:00.000-08:00

I miss blogging!! It has been ages since I last touched my blog such that it has become forgotten and forlorn.. but NO! I won't let that happen to my blog!! Hello baby.. mommy's gonna write in you again!

I've been feeling rather down these few days and I am at a loss of what to do. I try not to be bothered by it but the fact is that I truly am rather hurt. I've tried.. and failed.. and I don't think I would wanna try again.. so I guess I shall just let things be.

And no.. the above mentioned is not about any relationship problem. Lol.

='(

On a brighter note, I totally adore this song "Time For Miracles" by Adam Lambert (kuku bird). Hahaha. It's one of the sound tracks for 2012 and it currently reigns as my fav song of the moment, replacing "Speechless" by Lady GaGa. Congrats to Lambert Kuku Bird!! And so what if he's a gay and wears eyeliner.. I think it's sexy. Especially the way he sticks his tongue out when he belts out the extraordinarily high notes (although it does look a bit like he's gonna puke). But so so? He's hot!!

Notice how long his tongue is??!

Wish he would stick his tongue the same way down my throat. Hahaha. Ok.. that's kinda gross.
Okies that's all for now folks. Before I go.. here's a short update of my current fav songs of the moment:

Time For Miracles- Adam Lambert
Speechless- Lady GaGa
In The End- Kat Deluna
Let It Go- Cavo
Be On You- Ne-Yo (song title sounds real pervertic)
Dancing Queen- ABBA (from my parents' era)
I Drive Myself Crazy- N'Sync
Show Me The Meaning Of Being Lonely- Backstreet Boys (they're all old men by now)

ciao

2009-10-26T05:32:00.000-07:00

I have this unfathomable inclination to reach out and help you. I feel for you.

The Headlines

2009-07-16T10:35:00.000-07:00

Friday, 17th July 2009
Doctors and Scientists Stumped By Unidentified Disease.

Vanessa Ang Qianwen

Singapore- Chee Kor Pek*, 22, was reported to be suffering from an unidentified disease associated with the male genital.

Chee, a student of the National University of Singapore (NUS), was admitted to the hospital after passing out in the toilet early this morning. A distressed Mrs. Chee Bai Bai*, mother of Chee Kor Pek, has informed reporters of the Vanessa's Times that Chee has been complaining incessantly about pains in his genital area since last Friday after returning from his hostel, Prince George's Park Residence (PGPR).

Doctors have revealed that Chee has been diagnosed with a rare genital disease that has left scientists and doctors alike perplexed.

"This is the very first time that we (the doctors and scientists) have come across such a bizarre illness and we are still trying our very best to save Chee's genital.", reported Dr. Jekyll.

Despite the doctor's refusal to disclose further information regarding Chee's condition to the Vanessa's Times, an anonymous informant has leaked the exact symptoms of Chee's peculiar illness.

Evidently, it was revealed that Chee's scrotum had gradually turned to shades of nasty purple since last Friday. Chee's fainting episode in the toilet before being admitted to the hospital was due to utter shock when Chee removed his pants and saw that his testicles have dropped off completely.

Doctors are hopeful that they will be able to identify the root of Chee's problem in order to discover a cure for it.

*Names are entirely fabricated. If you happen to share the same name as the above mentioned, it is completely coincidental and that your parents must have either been fools or do not understand Hokkien or Teochew or local vulgarities.

Hahahaha!! The root to Chee's problems are due to the fact that he stole my clothes. I HOPE that I will be able to see an article such as this on the newspaper one day and I shall know who my jerkass-no-money-to-buy-bra-cum-clothes thief is.

Ok. Is not good to curse people actually. Maybe shall be a good Catholic and practice forgiving and forgetting. BUT I CAN'T DO IT EVERY TIME I THINK ABOUT MY BAO BEI HALTER TOP!!! FUCKERS!!!

I've already put up notices at the laundry room and in the lifts appealing for those who know of my clothes' whereabouts to contact me, but to no avail. Sigh. I guess they're as good as gone.

Thief!! I Curse You!!!

2009-07-10T10:25:00.000-07:00

Today's really a black friday! Although it's not even friday the 13th. Guess what folks?? MY CLOTHES KENA STOLEN WHEN I DID MY LAUNDRY AT PGP!!! I am still hopping mad as I am typing this can? Grr.. GRRR!!

Yesterday despite feeling exhausted and lazy.. I decided to do my laundry (now I wish I hadn't and had felt lazier. Gah!). And thus I soaked my clothes overnight and this morning I went to operate the washing machine to wash them. Checked my clothes.. clothes still there although I felt like the clothes seemed to have shifted position but did not give it much thought as thought that clothes might move while soaking. Hmm.. like the Brownian motion theory (whereby pollen grains suspended on water appear to be moving due to bombardment of water molecules)- am a brilliant student of science as am able to inject impressive scientific knowledge into daily activities. Haha! Anyways when I went to transfer the clothes to the dryer, I realised that some of my clothes were missing! As in I only placed my bao bei and favourite tops in this laundry bag with netting and only this bag was missing from the machine when I went to collect the clothes while the rest of the clothes were still there!!

EAT SHIT YOU STINKING THIEF!! STEAL MY CLOTHES FOR WHAT? GO GET YOUR OWN ONE CAN?! Boohoo. Am very sad/ fucking furious/ gloomy.. Grr. Some of the clothes are pretty new too ='(

I then lodged a report at the PGP office and after viewing the security cam in the laundry room.. the security person told me that they are unable to view the washing machine I used as it is blocked by a pillar. Eff. Damn useless la.. the cam. Dunno install for what! And what's worse is that I kept going back to the laundry room to like double and triple check to look for my clothes and I suddenly then realised this notice pasted in the laundry room stating that we are adviced not to leave our clothes unattended while washing/ drying and that PGP is not accountable for stolen or missing clothes. Walao. Do you bloody expect us to stand beside the washing machines like fools for an hour to wait for our clothes? Think we've got nothing better to do than to guard our clothes ar? Stinking security. Dunno what's the point for paying so much every month.

Alright.. well it's actually not exactly PGP's fault. IT'S THE THIEF'S FAULT!! I curse the thief! If it's a male.. I curse that your balls would turn purple and drop off like a ripened grape. If it's a female.. I curse that your boobs would sag to the floor and that your down there will rot.. emitting putrid odour. That will teach you to steal!

I miss my clothes =(

The Fuck Poem

2009-07-03T09:59:00.000-07:00

Poem of the day:

There was once a girl who likes saying fuck,

Who cusses and swears and thinks that her life sucks.

One faithful day when she was down on her luck,

She woke up and realised she had turned into a duck.

However all she could do was not to quack but cluck,

And on some days she could even bark.

She was so grief-stricken her days were dark,

Till one fine day a prince came by and gave her a hug.

The spell was broken, her tongue came unstuck,

And she no longer had to cluck or bark.

She solemnly vowed never again to say fuck,

And lived her days happy as a lark.

A pretty awesome and vulgar poem huh?! Came up with this poem while in the showers yesterday =)

*Beams around proudly* (though actually there is nothing to be proud about. Think my dad will faint when he sees the stuff I type online. lol)

Vanny the House Elf

2009-07-02T12:15:00.001-07:00

I am hideously shagged!! (ok.. do not actually like to use the word shag as might invoke dark dirty thoughts in others but really am really tired!)

I feel like Dobby the house-elf! ( Dobby is a free elf, Harry Potter, sir! Squeak squeak). Was posted to work at the Central yesterday (Lien’s outlet) as they claimed that they only had two staffs. Work was ok albeit a tad unpleasant as felt pissed at certain point of time. I do not really like the manager there. I am sorry Lien.. I know that you said that she’s really nice and always plays with you. Well, no doubt she’s ok and rather nice when I spoke to her.. but I just felt that she’s not very responsible. I felt like yesterday was a jellyfishy sort of day.

(Ok let me explain. Jellyfishy in the sense that everything would be all nice and pleasant when all of a sudden either the manager or D, the lao da would do something to make me feel annoyed. Then things would go back to normal.. then they would come along again.. STING STING! And back to normal again. It’s like being stung but not knowing where it all came from.- I got this jellyfish idea from Bridget Jones seeing that I am not that creative to come up with it myself.)

I received my first jellyfish of the day when I just arrived at work and walked into the store room. Saw D, the lao da inside and instead of a ‘Hello’ as what a nice and well-mannered person would say, I received a ‘Whoa.. so late then come ar…’ . Checked my phone.. which showed that it was 1.45pm and I was supposed to start work at 2pm. Grr... and I just retorted back to him that I was not late lor. Hmph. Think I’m afraid of you ar.. grumble grumble. Lol. Actually D, the lao da is not that bad on the whole. Just that his presence at Central invariably means that the store room constantly reeked of his cologne (gag!!), and that I can’t slack as much seeing as he is the lao da. Not to forget the fact that his pants are too tight and yet he still somehow manages to squeeze a wallet and a comb into the back pocket resulting in the pants to cling on to the buttocks snugly-which is a very, very disturbing sight.

As for the manager.. she starved me till almost 7pm before I had my first break ok!! It’s no wonder that I am pissed and you can’t blame me cos a hungry person is an angry person k! (And not to mention that eating is my fav! Lol.) You know.. after she went for her first break she was like practically in the storeroom the whole time.. occasionally emerging to check on the crowd situation at ClubMarc. Then she would disappear again. Leaving only Robin and I in the lurch when we were already short of people. Tsk! Shortly after that.. she came out and told me that she’s going for her second break when I hadn’t even go for any breaks yet. Well she did ask me if I were hungry and I replied ‘rather hungry’ at which she just told me that she will still go for break first and I could have mine when she returns. Grr. Neh neh. Then ask me for what.. ask already is equivalent to not asking. She then disappeared for her break for two hours plus by the time which my stomach has completely deflated like a punctured tyre. Grr. I really think that she is inconsiderate and irresponsible.. and slightly selfish seeing that she cares more for herself more than her subordinates.. and she is supposed to be the manager. Oh yeah.. actually I heard that she's been demoted to being a supervisor. Hmm..

Other annoying jellyfishes including her bugging me a few times to keep an eye on the ladies' department when I strayed to the shoes and men's. Like hello! Central is like a ghost town in the afternoon so what was I supposed to keep an eye on? Really don't like it when someone nags at me.

After that.. spent the rest of the night steaming clothes all the way till 2.15am and was totally and utterly knackered.

Hmm.. felt at home and happy to be working back at Vivo again today with Manuel the Menace and my manager Elaine. She was really nice to me today.. don't know what came over her. Like she treated us to drinks and BK. And I really do enjoy working with Manuel cos he always makes me laugh and he's nice to talk to =)

Okayss.. enough of complaining about work. House elves need to rest too. *Snaps fingers*. Poof!!

So Long, MJ (NOT mahjong).

2009-06-26T20:10:00.000-07:00

Fuck. Mr. Plastic-Nose aka the legendary Michael- moon-walker (not Neil Armstrong), nose-dropper, skin bleacher, pop icon- Jackson had passed away!

(Ok I know that I am a week late on the updates and practically everyone is aware of this by now unless you are a monk living in a monastery with no tv, newspaper, computer, hp or any other sort of electronical devices and have not set foot out of the monastery for decades.)

I was hideously shocked when weili told me about this (since I too have been like a nun living in a nunnery praying my rosaries) and I think my eyes were popped and my jaws dropped. I mean.. it just felt surreal. Like one minute the media is swamped with unpleasant news about this 'King of Pop' - with his alleged pedophilic behaviour, or that he is on the verge of bankruptcy.. and the next sec- he's dead. Admittedly I have never been a fan of his, but I just felt a tad sad that he has to go this way. I also felt that it's such a waste.. all that talent just gone like that. Like 'poof'. Vanished. Nil. Nada. And he led a pretty sad life too.. living in recluse.. with his unhappy childhood. Hmm. Asked my mom about how she felt about the demise of MJ and was expecting her to be sympathetic and was surprised when she retorted "Good riddance!!". Whoa chill mom. Think my mom doesn't have a good impression of MJ with his eccentric behavior such as bleaching his skin.. dangling his baby outside the window and having a child throughh a surrogate mother. Hmm.. his actions are indeed weird but I think that they are fuelled by an unhappy childhood. And only after his death are people scrambling to buy his records and stuff. And when he was alive? No one really gives a damn. Filthy hypocrites! Urgh. Ok enough about MJ..

Just finised a book- Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason- and I think it's nice=) As in the character in the book, Bridget, is really cute and has all sorts of funny and ridiculous ideas. One such eg. is that she said that to be pregnant is equivalent to announcing to the whole world like "Hey! I've had sex!!". Lol. Thing is actually I've also had this thought.. Hmm. But it's not that I'm bian tai lor. I am just.. imaginative. Haha.

Met Raymond for dinner again on mon after work. Hmm. Hmm. Hmm. Wish he would talk more. I don't know is it just because:

1. He's just a man of few words.
2. I totally bore him (though I don't think I am boring ok!! - VERY defensive).
3. He's just tired.
4. The age gap. Like 7 years is kind of.. wide. It's like a Pri. 1 kid taking a newborn baby out. Eeeps. Sounds really scary when I put it this way.

ARGHH. I don't know la. I just felt really sleepy when was in his car and kind of like don't know what to say which is strange cos I think I am usually quite the chatterbox and people just can't shut me up. Fucketty fuck. Don't care.

Oh yeah. Lien said she's quitting Club Marc soon =( Left with looloo and I. Spent my only off day for the entire week yesterday at her place slacking around and watching 'Memoirs of a Geisha' and ended up sleeping over. Oh yeah. And eff la!! Wani my sexy supervisor just called to ask me to report to Central today cos they are really short of staff. And also that Wani has been transferred to Marina Sq (Shilly's branch)!! Boohoo. Felt devastated when she told me that cos I've grown to really like my colleagues. I will miss you sexy Wani.

Ok shit shit. Have gotta go cos am gonna be late for Central and have not showered. Argh!

ARGHH

2009-06-25T10:26:00.000-07:00

Confusion settles heavily in my mind like a blanket of dust. Ok maybe not dust. Dust is too.. dusty and full of germs. Like a blanket of.. saw dust? Nope. It's still dust. Ah-ha! Confusion settles heavily in my mind like a cloud of water vapour condensing on a cool glass surface.

Fuck. I dunno why am I still thinking about it.. was not giving issue much thought actually due to work. Although have been immersed in work but will occasionallly think about it but will try to brush thought aside. And now it is bubbling over!

Fuck. Hates confusion. Think I'll just ignore thought.

Fuck. Effing tooth is still throbbing like mad rendering my favourite hobby (eating!) to become activity-of-torture =( Dentist said I would have to undergo root canal treatment and crowning in order to cure the prob entirely. Treatment also means I would have to pay an exorbitant amount of Rm1500 to get my tooth filed down.. nerves in gum removed and to crown on a porcelain tooth. FUCK! Am not even 20 and dun wanna wear dentures or have bits of glass in my mouth or use polident! (eat kai xin guo will also be bu kai sin- polident advertisement which is freaking hilarious.)

Fuck. Have to report to work earlier tomorrow at 11 am and am still not sleeping!!

Fuck. Think my blog entries are getting weirder.

The Singapore Flyer

2009-06-23T09:33:00.001-07:00

Am too tired to blog in detail so shall have to keep it short and sweet.

Despite the vow I made to myself that my blog shall not be like that of others which are filled with highly-uninteresting highlights of their daily mundane affairs.. I find myself falling unfortunately into that category.. but one word for you readers. HECK as this is MY blog. Ok now wondering why am I trying to justify myself. Hmm.

Anyways hadn't had the energy to blog as was steeped in work.

Met up with Raymond yesterday for dinner.. or rather, supper. He then dropped me back at PGP. To be honest I felt like.. he wasn't the most engaging person? But he's a pretty nice and gentlemanly guy. As a friend at least.

Dragged my gorgeous and firm arse off the bed early in the morning as was meetingg Shilly early to make Minqi's present.. as we were supposed to meet Jac and Minqi and Wen Xiang to celebrate mq's very belated birthday and also have a farewell dinner cos mq's flying off to korea. on thurs. After dinner we went to take the... SINGAPORE FLYER!!

Boy were we all as excited as a kid on a Christmas morning awaiting to open the presents. It was all our first time and I guess we appeared really sua gu (err.. it means kinda like the behaviour of a country bumpkin) cos we kept posing and taking pics .. ooh-ing and ahh-ing. Yeah and before we got on the capsule loook-a-like cabin I was kinda apprehensive? My fear of heights coupled with my uncertainty at whether the capsule is able to sustain all our weight. Hmm. In the end got a lecturing from the 4 Singaporeans that it is safe as 'This is in Singapore'.. meaning that if we were to take the flyer in M'sia (if there is one) most probably it would be equivalent to staking our lives hoping that the metal will not give way. Scenery when viewed from the flyer was breathtakingly awesome.. from my point of view seeing that I was glued to the bench most of the time while Jac and the rest stomped their way around the capsule (think I flinched everytime Jac went BOM BOM BOM cos was afraid that the capsule might shake =S) But nevertheless it was a really nice experience la. Will post the pics when I've got the time.

Alrighty short and sweet entry has once again turned into a long and boring reminiscent. Just realised that my entry sounded very serious and lack the usual injections of 'Haha' and 'Lol' . Result is that entry sounds as if an old and wrinkly news presenter with thick black frames sliding down her nose is reading off from the screen in cackling voice, droning on in a very monotonous and sleep-inducing tone. Gah.

Effing Customers

2009-06-03T10:27:00.001-07:00

Although part-timers at Club Marc have to work only on fri, sat and sun, I was being called in to work practically everyday. Not that I am complaining since I can get to earn more. But what I am going to rant about would be those feaking irritating customers who think that the "customers are always right" policy makes them practically royal. My ass. The Vanessa policy states that some of them are a bunch of morons. Grr.. some customers are really a tough lot to handle! Don't get me wrong, I really do enjoy my work.. for some reason that I can't fanthom. I actually do enjoy serving customers, helping them to find the correct sizes, relishing in the the sense of satisfaction when customers value my opinion on what type of clothes are suitable for them, making sales.. yadda yad yad. However, I absolutely LOATHE serving customers who treat retail assistants as their own personal maid. HELLO!! I AM NOT YOUR BLOODY SLAVE AND STOP ORDERING ME AROUND!!! Bloody fuckers. for instance I think I almost snapped today while serving this group of people who I think are actually tourists. As Club Marc is currently having this annual sale whereby every item in the shop is going for $15 each except for the new arrivals (hem hem. Free advertising for them. Come down and buy!!) Lol. Anyways I've been saying the above sentence for umpteen times a day I can even recite it in my dreams. The bags are going at 2 for $59.50. Oh yeah back to complaining about uncouth and insolent and ill-mannered customers. And so, this lady just stalked into the shop, took a look at one of the bags and asked me to bring it down for her to take a closer look. She then asked me about the prices like this:

Annoying Lady (AL) with a weird accent: How much, this bag?

Me: The bags are going at 2 for $59.90. But if you were to purchase just a single bag, the cost would be the original price.

AL: So how much for 2 bags?

Me: That would be $59.90.

AL: So 2 bags for how much?

Me (In a slightly raised voice): 2 bags for $59.90.

Al: So you're saying that if i get 2 bags I have to pay $59.50.

Me: Yes.

...

AL was zipping and unzipping the bag, checking for defects..

AL: So if I buy 2 bags how much?

Me (speaking very loudly on purpose, hoping that other customers might look in my way so that AL would be embarrassed): 2 bags for five-nine-point-nine-zero dollars!!

Honestly!! Is she deaf or does she just have centuries of ear wax building up in her ears rendering her hearing to be impaired. Gosh!! I've repeated myself clearly for so many times yet she kept asking the same idiotic question. It was simply exasperating and pek chek and I had to restrain my eyes from rolling. Eff. Ok, repeating myself for many times- that was still tolerable BUT this lady was freaking rude while she was talking to me la. It was like she was looking down her nose, addressing a maid in an aloof manner. Grr. She then ordered me to get her a claculator (Yes ordered!! Like "Go get me a calculator!!) so that she could start converting sing dollars to whichever currency la. Stingy.

Yesterday I met this customer who was trying on a pair of shoes which where not of her size and so she ordered (Yes, ordered again *rolls eyes*) me to get her a pair of her size. And after I'd painstakingly managed to find a suitable pair for her to try on, she told me that she didn't want the shoes cos she didn't like the design. EXCUSE ME!! THEN WHY DID YOU ASK ME TO GET A NEW PAIR TO FIT YOUR ELEPHANT FEET WHEN YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE THE INTENTION OF BUYING IT??!! Very fun right? Having a kick out of making our work difficult? Your are so sick. Grr!! Now it's my turn to order you to wear Phua Chu Kang's yellow boots to cover up your grostesque and unsightly feet!!

Don't play play!! Sars is the vrus.. that I just want to minus..

The customers mentioned above are those that enjoy bossing us and throwing their massive weight around. On the other hand, there are some who would completely ignore our presence, either acting deaf or pretending not to hear us when we speak to them. For example I came across a few who would feint deaf when I asked them how I could help them with the sizes. Just completely pretend that I hadn't spoken to them. Gosh.. I might as well go talk to the wall. At least the wall is pleasant to look at. I might as well go talk to Goo Jun Pyo's poster, at least he is a damn good sight to look at. I might as well go talk to Mas Selamat's poster that were all over the place before his capture. At least I can still compare and contrast how different he looks in the pictures with and without moustache. Why bother talking to you when you're such a cheap skate that you wouldn't have stepped into the shop if it weren't for the "$15 Annual Sale" sign hanging all over the shop.

Thankfully majority of the customers were not like that. Most were pretty polite and would smile at us when we greet them. Ok, I have got everyting out of my system and blown off some steam. Was working with Shilly today as our shopped lacked staffs and the management called her to help out at the outlet at vivo =) And she said that my outlet was pretty quiet as compared to hers at marina square. Thank God for that as I don't fancy a stampede.

Wedding

2009-05-31T07:06:00.000-07:00

Here are some pics of KaiLin (Bob the Builder), Dennis Fung Kwat Tat and Shilly.

By the way.. here's something random: Can you say this sentence repeatedly for ten times quickly?- Silly Shilly steals six sissy sheeps. Not easy right? lol

Anyways the four of us finally met up on the day before Shilly and I started working cos it's been really difficult for the four of us to meet up before the holidays.

Den the man

Bob the Builder aka Hurricane Katrina

Shilly aka Loo Loo

Ok, you should know who they are by now

I woke up at the crack of dawn this morn cos it was my cousin's wedding!! It was not the actual banquet and was more of like a traditional ceremony.. where the married couple would have to serve tea to their elders and receive an ang pow in return. As my cousin's the first to get married in his family, my first aunt was really frantic and was constantly fussing over every single thing.. haha. It was quite funny to watch actually. Like when I was helping her touch up her make up she kept fidgeting and asking "xin niang lai le mei you ( is the bride here yet?)" and when the bride and bridegroom served her tea I think her eyes were like red though she kept insisting that it was the dust. Lol. The bride's gown is really nice!! Alright actually I think most wedding gowns are nice.. white as snow with a puffy skirt that gives the illusion of a narrow waist.. and a long white piece of cloth trailing after the gown. Sigh. Unless you're still wearing this gown in this era then I really have no idea what to say. Lol.

Looking at how frenzied and harrassed my aunt was while going over the details of the wedding made me wonder why would such a romantic event turn out to be so troublesome. For instance, planning a wedding invloves writing out the guest list (half of which I bet usually aren't even the wedding couple's friends), giving out invitations, organising the banquet, deciding on which dishes to serve the guests at the banquet.. etc etc. Such a hassle! When it's my turn to wed, I would like my wedding to be just a simple and quiet affair. I'm not gonna invite my parents' friend or any relatives that don't even bother keeping in touch. Just my own family, a few close relatives and my friends. That's about it. No reservations for a hundred tables for the banquet and no making small talks with strangers I don't even know exist on my wedding night =) AND DEFINITELY NO SERVING OF SHARK'S FIN FOR GOODNESS SAKE! (though they are undeniably delicious and all, but it's just really cruel! The way their fins are being sliced off and their bodies thrown back into the sea. )And of course the highlight would be walking down the aisle with my dad in a church. haha. It would be best if my fiance were to whisk me away so that we could get married in some beautiful church in Italy. Hmm.. sounds like a fairy tale wedding but well, a girl can dream.

My First Day

2009-05-29T11:17:00.000-07:00

If my legs could talk.. I bet they would be protesting vehemently.

My legs (squealing and flailing their non-existent arms): Let us rest!! We demand you to sit down at once!! Stop exerting your mammoth-like weight on us and quit crushing our ten little brother toes!!

I have absolutely forgotten how tiring it can get by just standing for hours at a go. My legs weren't that tired to tell the truth.. but it's my back and my stomach that's killing me!! Ok I have no idea how come my stomach would hurt but my back was like.. I can't describe. It sort of feels like Moses Lim or Ruben ( from season 2 American Idol) is sitting on my shoulders. Gosh! I felt pretty lost and awkaward initially, not knowing what I should do, where I should stand and how to go about attending to customers. But after a while it's sort of feels like I've never left G2000 at all as the trainings I received from there started kicking in. Haha. I guess my only problems are not being able to find the stocks in the utterly messy store room and not being familiar with where the clothes are being hung. Other than that.. everything was pretty smooth and my colleagues were friendly too =)

However I left work at 8pm which was like 2 hours earlier than the time I was supposed to knock off (and on my first day some more!) cos ZY messaged to inform that Andy's dad had just passed away. So I attended the wake and I am pretty worried about Andy though he appears to be fine as it could all just be a facade. Anyways I really hope that Andy will be alright. Jia you Mr I-got-sars!! Okk.. I'm gonna turn in now as I still have to work tomorrow =( Yeah I think after work tomorrow I might be able to experience an out-of-body experience cos my legs are gonna detach themselves. HAHA. Not funny.

Club Marc.. Here I Come!!

2009-05-26T10:20:00.000-07:00

I hate walking back to my hostel alone, trudging up the deserted road.. when all of a sudden, a gust of chilling wind sweeps across my face! Hairs (I've got a lot of that) standing on ends and heart pounding frantically, I whipped around and *GASPS*!! I saw.... nothing because I am just being dramatic. Haha. Nothing happened la.. I just don't like to walk from the bus stop back to PGP at night.. like just now for instance. But thank God a guy who boarded the same bus as me is also staying at PGP and thus I decided to tail him closely. But he was walking really fast.. like he wanted to shake me off or something. Why.. think I'm gonna eat you up is it? COME TO MAMA!! -_- ok I'm being rather lame here. lol.

Anyways anyways.. just rewind to this morning when I received a call from Club Marc!! YES! And so I went down for interview and asked Lien and Shilly along. In the end.. the three of us got the job=) Yipee. One drawback is that the pay sucks. $5/hr and that is even more pathetic than the time when I was working at G2000 ok? It's like I'll have to work for two hours to be able to top up my ez-link card. Damn. As we are actually part-timers, we only had to commit for fri, sat and sun. from 12pm to 10pm. In all.. I can only earn $510/mth. Aiya about there la. Pay's pathetic can. Sigh. But I guess beggars can't be choosers as I think I really need to get a job as my dad's been bugging me. I was posted to.. VIVO!! Lien will be at Central while Shilly, Marina Square. And so.. we'll be starting work on this fri!! Eeps.. I'm a little nervous actually, with meeting my new colleagues. We were also given two sets of Club Marc tee which is our uniform, and a cool-looking name tag.

Club Marc uni. Please ignore the hideous bed sheet.

I thought the uniform wasn't very nice, especially with the purple tiger print. Apparently Shilly said that it's the Club Marc logo and Lien then commented that when we put on the tee, the tiger will look as if it's chewing on our.. erm.. you-know-wad.. our humps. Haha.

Name tag

I took the wrong name tag home.. but yeah. The tag looks professional hor? Haha. We are now stylists! Sounds impressive but it's all bull. Style what style. According to the person who called me up for the interview, our job is mainly to station ourselves at the fitting room to hang clothes back to the racks. Please give us a round of applause *clap clap*

The three of us went to marina square to check out Shilly's new workplace and her new colleagues! She then left for yoga and after that Lien and I just roamed around Clark Quay as neither of us felt like going back yet. I don't know how we managed to pass our time but we sat down by the river and just yakked for hours until it was 11 plus. Man.. this is bad. I am pretty sure that I will be very aunty when I'm old =X (In a very aunty and nasal voice: Eh boy ar!! Stop playing the com lah!! You want me to whack your head is it?! Everyday play play play. Go and study!!) -this is the fate of my future son. Haha

Ok folks.. that's all. Saya mau tidur- that's I want to sleep in Bahasa Indo!! Bye bye and makan tahi!! hahaha

2009-05-25T09:40:00.000-07:00

There is no stupid title.

Bestie shilly has just returned from Taiwan and we had just met up.. after like ages. Man.. seeing her today just reminded me of how much I've missed her.. the sound of her laughter and the way we used to talk for hours (man.. I think we have the makings of those aunty who can gossip for hours without drawing breath. Eeeps). Haha.. all in all, I am really happy to see her again. To compound to my happiness, she bought presents back from Taiwan for us.. thanks so much shilly.. if you're reading this=)

3 pairs of awesome lashes.. I love them!!

A box of condoms.. ahem I mean chocs

Face masks!! Brilliant!! And a really awesome comb that looks like it's from anna sui

A really pretty hair clip.. hope it's be able to support my mane of a hair! lol

And to shilly- I know you loathe blog entries that sound pretentiously happy.. haha. But I really am glad to meet up with you. As for your blog's "would you rather" section.. my answer to that is that I would rather talk like Yoda for the rest of my life than breathe like Darth Vader. I mean.. hello.. breathing so loudly is utterly annoying can? It's like you didn't dig your nose for a decade and there's a blob of hardened pee-sai the size of a golf ball being stuck in your nose, blocking your air passage, so that only a fraction of air is able to pass thru and make that wheezing sound. Haha. Anyway I've always thought that Darth Vader sounded like an asthma patient. Haha.

Sounding like Yoda (I dunno how to describe his voice.. but he sounds like a sissy who has choked on a fishball), isn't any better too. But at least if you keep your mouth shut, no one will laugh at your voice. Conversely, Darth Vader has to breathe. And it's not really that bad to sound like Yoda cos if Hollywood ever needs people with weird voices-like the gollum in Lord Of the Rings, you can always go. Haha. Ok la.. I would love to go KTV with someone who sounds like Yoda lor. I bet that would be a blast man.

On Cloud Nine

2009-05-24T08:47:00.000-07:00

Whee~ I am on Cloud Nine!! Hee hee. Went out with him and just got back =))

He picked me up at my hostel and we were supposed to eat at Botak Jones. But as a result of my abysmal sense of direction, we couldn't seem to be able locate the place and had to go IMM instead. Hmm.. so we dined at Fish & Co. (his treat) and I felt pretty bad that he had to pay. And so.. we talked over dinner.. the usual stuff.. yadda yadda. I was feeling pretty nervous to be hungry and wasn't really paying much attention to the food.

After dinner we just walked around IMM as he wanted to get an MP3 player. He kept asking if I was bored as we were like looking at guys stuff.. MP3s, laptop.. blah and other gadgets.. and I said no of course. After that we didn't know where to go (as I told him that I don't wanna go back to my hostel yet) and in the end we went to West Coast Park and just walked around.. enjoyed the sea breeze and talked. Hmm.. I think that he's pretty easy to talk to and I guess I was worried for nothing. Cos before meeting him I was a nervous wreck as I was worried that I won't know what to say to him and that he might find me a bore. Apparently the conversation just flowed. When we both felt tired he then drove me back and on the way I just closed my eyes to rest but he misread my actions and thought that I was feeling bored. In fact I think he thought I was pretty bored the whole time!! Eeps. I guess it's just my face.. I can't help it if I look like that!! I wonder if he'll also start thinking that I am giving the I-am-not-interested vibes.. cos when I told sin yan that he asked me out.. she said that my reply to him sounded rather dull.. like I wasn't excited or interested to have dinner with him. Hmm.. I guess it's just a habit of mine to act in that way. Perhaps I shall try not to hide my feelings too much.

Yawn.. I am really tired now. Guess I shall just end here. I know I know.. entry today sucks big time cos it's all abt my outing and nothing else. Hehe. Too bad then. Anyways he said that he wanted to drive us both to jb to shop around.. hope he meant it =)

I am feeling so unsure of myself. That sucks!

Henderson Wave

2009-05-21T10:00:00.000-07:00

Met up Lien today and we went to vivo to job hunt again. I wanted to work in the Club Marc at vivo and Lien said she won't mind taking up a retail job. I guess it's because I kept droning on about my stint at G2000 last year which convinced her that retail jobs are fun. Hehe. Anyways, we filled up application forms at Club Marc (please let me get that job *cross my fingers*), Pull and Bear.. we even tried River Island. I guess we both wanted to work in places that sell awesomes clothes so that we might be able to put our staff discount to good use (if we manage to get the job=)). The both of us were rather embarrassed to just merely stroll into the shop and outrightly ask if there are any jobs available. We'd appear to be so desperate for jobs. So Lien and I had a strategy- we walked into the shops nonchalantly and just lingered around the cashier area, pretending to busy ourselves with browsing thru the items.. (while Lien was like hissing under her breath about whose turn it was to ask the person-in-charge if they're hiring). After job hunting we were starved and had our dinner and we then went to back to my hostel to dump my stuffs and change. Lieny had fun with posing for my eyes only in the room. Hehe.

Attack of the hanger and iron!

Trying to squeeze my head thru a hanger

Check out her orgasmic expression.. lol

We then headed out to Henderson Wave after that. I went there once with Sin Yan and she told me that there'll be lights on the bridge at night and so I wanted to check it out. We reached there pretty late.. around 9 plus I think, as we took the wrong bus.

I think I sort of freaked out again while we were crossing the Henderson Wave bridge cos it was so high up plus the bridge is made of WOOD!! Wood ok? It doesn't even feel safe.. Well, it seems like if wood can make a strong enough structure, then the big bad wolf would then not be able to blow the little pig's house down. Apparently the architects don't learn from fairy tales. haha ok I'm digressing. Oh ya.. I could even see between the planks. Can look thru the gap and see.. eeps!! See the road with the cars streaming by below.. that was scary enough to make my legs go jelly. I think I was like hyperventilating a little.. and my neck was like straining to look upwards so I don't have to look between the gaps. AND THE PERSON WHO CLAIMED TO BE MY FRIEND WAS LAUGHING AT ME!! Stupid Lien. Haha. But.. I've gotta say.. the lightings on the bridger were so pretty!! It's was pretty romantic =)

Taken at Henderson Wave

Awesome lightings!

Well, after crossing the Henderson Wave bridge we proceeded to the tree top walk. Before reaching the tree top walk we had to walk this strech of road which was really creepy. It's just like a normal road.. but we were pretty much surrounded by trees... and it was like 10 plus already. I was absoultely terrified (of meeitng ghosts) and I could tell that Lien was pretty creeped out too. We then held hands and decided to mask our fear by singing. Yeah lo.. we sang the Swiss Cottage school song.. a couple of Westlife songs. But while singing I could suddenly smell this fragrance.. smells kinda like a sort of flower or something. I think Lien could also smell it cosI was like gripping her hand rather tightly and she squeezed my hand back. Eeps. I later told kailin about this and she reckoned that it was a pontianak that was really close to us. Man that is just so freaking scary!! Just typing out this part give me the creeps (and my heart's pounding like mad again). Ok.. you can just roll your eyes and think that I am being superstitious.. hmm. I also don't really know what to believe in, but I can say that this is the second time I've felt this scared. The first was during the scamp fright night. Eeeeks. I can say that I am never walking there at night again unless it's with a group of friends.

The Grey Space

2009-05-20T11:39:00.000-07:00

I have no idea what to think.. or what he's thinking. I hate being in the grey area. Show me if it's black or white, hot or cold, yes or no. Anything's better than swirling around in this grey and murky space.

The Swan Flu

2009-05-19T11:07:00.000-07:00

It's been eons since I last blogged and I guess it's really time to update on my beloved and yet stagnant blog. And yes Shilly, this blog shall be revived! lol

I am thoroughly bored at being stuck in M'sia right now due to the fact that I have been plagued by the Swan Flu. Yes you didn't read wrongly, the Swan Flu. Symptoms of the Swan Flu are pretty similar to that of the Swine Flu (the usual sneezing and coughing), and the only difference is that only a girl of the purest and kindest of hearts will be plagued by such an unfortunate illness- the Swan Flu. As such, I am having a bad cold and my voice keeps cracking up whenever I speak, causing me to sound like a toad *Croak Croak*. However, such symptoms only attest to the fact that I am one girl of pure heart and mind *flutters my lashes*. Haha. Alright, I shall stop crapping and get on down to business.

As a result of the fact that I can't seem to stop sneezing (I think my poor nose nearly got blasted off my face) and that I sound pretty much like a man, I can't go out today! I am feeling really pissed alright, as I was supposed to meet up with Hurrican Katrina aka Bobby aka Kai Lin and Dennis and perhaps Weiqi (who has been feeling so down lately. cheer up!). In the end I had to msg Bobby to let her know that I can't go cos I was pretty scared that I might be halted by those temp-taking officers at Singapore custom and be carted off to be quarantined =X. Here's a possible scenario that could happen should I be adamant about going to S'pore:

A long-haired girl with an awfully red nose (that would be me) alights at the Singapore checkpoint and walks thru the temperaHahture-detecting machine. As her slim body frame (coughs hysterically) passes thru the detectors, a resounding alarm was emmited from the machine.

Officer (wearking a Darth Vader look-alike mask- shrieks, pointing a finger at me): Stop her! Her temperature is way too high!!

Me (flicks my long hair and batts my lashes seductively at the officer): That, officer, is because I'm naturally hot!

Officer (feeling dazed as a result of my flirting): Oh yeah baby.. yeah!!

Haha.. I guess my imagination is running wild. Yup. fortunately I won't be stuck here for long as I'll be back on thurs=) Will be meeing lien and on fri, meeting Bobby and gang again. I've missed them.

Hours ago I was feeling pretty lousy but after talking to him on msn, I can't help feeling uplifted =) Hmm.. he said he might be coming to M'sia this weekend and asked me along and a few days ago, he said to let me know when I'm in S'pore so that he can ask me out. Oh man oh man I dunno what to make of al this? I was never really good at all the strip-down-their-sentences-word-by-word-to-decipher-the-actual-meaning-behind-each-word or the when-guys-say-yes-they-mean-no or vice versa kind of stuff. Hmm... I guess I shan't put much stock into what he says much less it doesn't mean much. Alright folks.. some random photos of Sin Yan and I before I sleep. One of our outings..

That would be me pretending that I'm in America's next top model.lol

Yan Yan and I!

Trying to act emo but failed miserably

Sin Yan and her erm.. gorgeous and long legs. lol

I am pleasantly surprised that Sin Yan and I are pretty close now as I would have never imagined us to be that close. I guess much of it is cos I feel that she's changed pretty much and she's a real great friend now=)

2009-01-11T00:47:00.000-08:00

It has been three days since she's left, and I miss her terribly. You may think that I am being emo or dramatic but I don't give a damn about what you guys think. It just hurts so badly to think that she's now buried outside my house when exactly a week ago I was just playing with her. It hurts. It hurts so fucking bad that I really wish I could go back to a week ago. And cliche as it may sounds, but I'm constantly reminded of her everywhere I look. Her nursing bottle and milk powder; which now lie untouched in the kitchen. The spot where we placed her shoebox; Her favourite slippers on the porch , especially my bro's, as she would always crawl into it and fall asleep there. I also find myself walking unnecessarily to the door, as I used to when I peeked at her from behind the door every other hour to check on her.

Man, I hate feeling this way, this empty feeling. I miss putting her on my lap, and to feel her tiny paws against my skin. It's so unfair that she has to go just like that when she's only bloody five weeks old!

I Remember

2009-01-09T06:37:00.000-08:00

I remember the day I took her in.
Three weeks ago on a warm December night, I heard her feeble cries on my neighbour's lawn.

I remember bugging my dad to allow me to keep her for the time being.
And he agreed.

I remember gently picking her up with trembling hands and placing her carefully in a shoebox.
She continued to wail loudly while she sniffed around the shoebox.

I remember the excitement and elation that flooded me as I stroke the tiny cotton ball look-alike kitten.
And how I felt the need to protect this fragile and delicate thing and nurse her back to health.

I remember feeding her with my inexperienced hands.
How I would have to pacify her into opening her mouth whenver she refused to drink;
How I would have to use a tiny spoon to painstakingly pour drops of milk into her tiny little mouth.

I remember how she wouldn't stop crying in the beginning despite any attempts to comfort her.
I would touch her little pink nose, allowing her to sniff at my fingers to get used to my scent.

I remember the way she tucked her head into a corner of the shoebox while she drifted off to sleep.
I soon came to know that it was her favourite sleeping position.

I remember how my brother and I would disturb her while she was taking an afternoon nap;
How we would tickle her ears just to see them twitch in protest.

I remember how she would wail incessantly as she tried to escape from the shoebox;
Clawing desperately at the sides till she tipped over the box.
She would then cease crying, sniff around curiously and would invariably end up falling asleep in my brother's slippers.

I remember how much she enjoyed being tickled.
The way she would flop over and lay on her back while I stroke her stomach;
The way her hind legs stretched and bucked as if she was enjoying it immensely.

I remember her chasing after my mom's painted toe nails.
How her eyes huge black eyes would stare fixedly at those red-coloured nails, never letting them out of her sight while she lunged suddenly at them.

I remember cleaning her up with a piece of cloth;
The way she would shut her eyes tightly while I dabbed away at her face;
The way she would stare accusingly at me after that.

I remember placing her tiny little paws on my fingers;
How pink and cold her pads had felt against my skin.

I remember how tiny she looked;
The way her entire body fitted easily into my palm.
The way she looked like a little white rat with a long black tail when she curled up to sleep.

I remember how much she loved it when I stroke her head and behind her ears;
How her eyes would slowly close;
How soft her fur had felt.

I remember putting her on my lap while I cuddled her.
And how she would lay contentedly while she licked and gently gnawed at my fingers.

I remember feeding her with the nursing bottle.
The cute way she would mew and the way she would stand on her hind legs as she sucked away urgently.

I remember holding her up and gently patting her back after feeding.
How she would either cling on tightly to my fingers or squirm to be freed.

I remember how she would come to me when I clapped my hands.
She would walk unsteadily towards my outstretched hand and stopped as if expected to be rewarded with a pet.

I remember tucking her in every night.
How I would watch her little tummy's rhythmic rising and falling to ensure that she has fallen asleep, before heading off to bed myself.

I remember feeling irritated whenever she peed or pooed.
How I would chide her as I clean her up.

I remember not spending enough time with her as I busied myself with school activites.
And how much I regretted it now.

I remember.. I remember..

I remember burying her yesterday.

I remember waking up to feed her in the morning as I always do.

I remember petting her head to wake her up, and how she did not respond.

I remember how unnaturally stiff her body had felt as I touched her usually warm and soft stomach.

I remember the way she looked when I realised that she had slipped away into the night; Her mouth slightly agape and her eyes closed.

As if she was still fast asleep.

I remember my mom wrapping her in the cloth that I used to clean her with and buried her outside our house.

I remember sobbing uncontrollably as I watched her being buried from afar.

I remember how I couldn't accept the fact that she was gone just like that.

How wrong it had felt to cover her up in soil, how it would dirty her body when I was always trying to keep her clean.

How weird it had felt to know that she is now lying in the ground when just a few hours ago she was still in the shoebox.

I remember feeling so empty and broken after the burial.

I remember so so much, though it has just been a short three weeks.

I remember the day I took her in.

And the impact that she had made in my life

I love you so much Cotton

Grey Sky Morning

2008-08-13T03:42:00.000-07:00

I have not felt this lousy for quite some time. And right now I feel like I just wanna be left alone. Yet now that I'm alone in my little room in PGP.. I wanna be in the company of others. Tell me that I'm hard to please man. Lol.

Well, this morning I received a terrible news from my sis. Just while Shing Ee and I were taking a bus back to PGP, my sis delivered the news that my second uncle had passed away last night due to an accident. I was thoroughly shocked when I first heard it.. it was like.. I was hoping for someone to yell 'APRIL'S FOOL!!' but apparently no one did cos it was just a stupid wish of mine to reassure muself that it can't be true. Well, I can't say that I've been really close to my 2nd uncle but I felt upset. It just feels weird u know. Like one minute the person is still alive and breathing and the next.. he's dead and will not ever speak or move anymore- just cease to exist. All he ever will be is a memory.. and his loved ones could only just reminisce but will not be able to create new memories and moments together with him anymore. Also, my uncle and his family used to come over during Chinese New Year.. and out famlies even went on holidays together to Cameron HIghlands and Genting Highlands. And now that he's gone.. it just feels really weird. Like something's amiss.

And so, here's a song that I would like to dedicated to my uncle (though I don't think that he has ever heard of this song before) :

Best I Ever Had (Grey Sky Morning)

So you sailed away

Into a grey sky morning

Now I'm here to stay

Love can be so boring

Nothing's quite the same now

I just say your name now

Chorus

But it's not so bad

You're only the best I ever had

You don't want me back

You're just the best I ever had

So you stole my world

Now I'm just a phony

Remembering the girl

Leaves me down and lonely

Send it in a letter

Make yourself feel better

And it may take some time to

Patch me up inside

But I can't take it so I

Run away and hide

And I may find in time that

You were always right

You're always right

Remember a few entries back when I touched on where we would all go when we move on.. and I mentioned that the dragon from 'Dragon Heart' the movie said that he'll go to the stars. Well.. uncle.. I hope that u're amongst the stars right now. Rest In Peace ='(

Superheroes Costume Party

2008-08-09T10:51:00.000-07:00

It really has been quite some time since I last blogged and much has happened since then. However.. I shall not be such a nag and just give u guys a gist of wad has been going on in my life for the past weeks:

1) I joined SOW camp (which was pretty awesome) which lasted for TWO FREAKING WHOLE WEEKS! And the events included the Rag and Flag day, beach games at Sentosa (I was horrendously sunburnt=( ) and Amazing Race around Singapore. Ok.. more about the camp next time.

2)I moved into Prince George's Park Residence (PGP). The place is not bad can? It looks like a condo from the outside and the room is pretty nice too. I shall upload a pic of my room some other time too.And. The place is vibrant cos most of the residence here are not locals. For instance.. there seriously are many China students.. and ang mohs too (drools. haha. cos many of the ang moh guys are pretty cute. Muahaha).. students from India, Japan and etc.

Ok.. that's about it. I mean the events that are currently taking place in my life. SOW ended just yesterday and shortly after that.. SCHOOL IS OFFICIALLY GONNA START ON MONDAY!! sob. I think uni life is fun but I am so not looking forward to sleeping through lectures.. trying to bully my brain into memorising bio terms.. eck. Shucks. One good thing is that in NUS, we're allowed to plan our own timetable so hopefully I can manage to squeeze my schedule into a 4-days week. *prays fervently*

Oh ya.. I just suddenly remembered that it's National Day today.. so Happy Birthday Singapore!! (although I am a PR but I cannot wish is it? u have a prob with that? lol). And Zheng Yang celebrated his 21st birthday today too - although his b'day is supposed to be on the 13th I think. So anyways.. he threw a Superhero costume party and we were all supposed to go as a superhero character. After much pondering and endless discussions.. Shilly and I decided to dress up as..

ROGUE AND CAT WOMAN. MEOW!!

Rogue the sucker has just sucked up all of cat woman's kitty powers.. ARRRGHHHH.. eck. dead.

My og mates from SCAMP!

Cat woman feeling pissed..

The party was pretty interesting cos we got to see how the rest of the people dressed up as. Jessica went as super girl.. and Ivan went as the sissy Captain Jack Sparrow and some of ZY's friend went as the Incredible hulk.. Green Lantern.. Power Puff Girls and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Nice!! However some of them ( like ahem Andy) just went as Passer-by no. 1 ( which means that they did not dress according to the theme at all.. tsk.

All right.. I shall have an abrupt ending to today's entry cos I am truly drained. Cat woman's going to get her beauty sleep now. ~ciao. MEOW.

Naughty Nineteen

2008-07-29T10:22:00.000-07:00

To celebrate your birthday with the people u like is one of the nicest feeling in the world.. it's like being on cloudnine =) And that was exactly how I felt today.. so overwhelmed and touched. Haha.. and the nicest feeling of all is to have ur besties plan out a surprise celebration for u. I love u both Shilly and Hurricane Katrina!! And not forgetting Minqi and Jac too. Including Xiang Ling, Andy, ZY, Weili, Isabel and Yee Hong for carrying out the plan too.

My dearest bestie and I at prom

Hurricane Katrina (love u loads) and I

This morning XL and I met the guys, Shilly and Isabel at NUS to get matriculated. After that all of us (except Shilly) left for bugis to do some last minute shopping for our Secret Pal gift and also to have dinner together. And I thought it would just be a simple meal at Fish and CO. LITTLE DID I KNOW THAT XL AND GANG WERE ALL SCHEMING BEHIND MY BACK!! The guys, XL and Isabel said we would have to wait for ZY and Yee Hong to arrive before we could start our dinner. And shortly after ZY had arrived, we were all comfortably seated and chatting while everyone suddenly turned to look over me ( XL made me sit with my back to the entrance door). So naturally I also whipped my head around to see what was the commotion about when suddenly a chorus of 'Happy Birthday' filled the room. Paiseh man. Jac and MQ and Shilly entered Fish and Co carrying a lighted ice cream cake and a humongous balloon and were singing at the top of their lungs. Lol. I was feeling pretty embarrassed cos everyone was staring AND I was thoroughly shocked cos I soo did not expect them to celebrate for me today. Cliche.. U may say.. but i think not!! Cos they really did manage to give me a fright.. sigh. As always. Lol.

Jac and MQ gave me nice undies with printings like 'I AM GORGEOUS' or ' I AM HORNY' . It was really cute and bimbotic. They also included a blue condom packaged to look like a lollipop. Hello hello! If my dad knows about it I think he'll flip. And.. Shilly and Hurricane Katrina gave me a photo album. It was really thoughtful and I loved it. They slotted in photographs of us taken since J1, our prom night and our Genting Trip.. tons of other photos.. along with little messages and poems beside the photos. I know that they must have painstakingly selected and developed each and every pic.. and also to arrange them out nicely. *sniff*.. So nice of them. Man. I absolutely HEARTS the album. I almost bawled when I flipped through the album (cos I was seriously touched)- an act not to be missed by the sharp-eyed Shilly.. who was smirking away.

Oh ya.. and one last warning to u guys before I turn in. DO NOT EVER CELEBRATE UR BIRTHDAYS AT FISH AND CO!! Cos the waitress made me stand on my chair, hold on to a sparkle while the rest of the staffs and people in the restaurant bellowed out the Birthday song. Man.. it was sooo embarrassing I was covering my face most of the time. I wished the ground could crack open a hole wide enough for me to jump in. haha :X

Randomness In it's Glory

2008-07-25T10:53:00.000-07:00

I feel like I'm sitting in the middle of a RAINBOW.. being caught in a whirlwind of colours; with all the hues of the rainbow representing the different moods and emotions I am currently feeling. Drained.. elated.. worried.. confused.. melancholy.. all mingled into one.

I honestly do not know why I feel so messed up.. or maybe I do.. but I just don't wanna think about it. Another thing is that I had a major argument with my dad. AGAIN. Over the most trivial matter. He seriously is driving me nuts.. hollering at me whenever I were to go back to see them. It makes me so tired to have to argue with him all the time and I start to wonder why he can't seem to appreciate or embrace the things that I've done for the family and would only pick at the slightest flaw. Don't get me wrong.. I do love my dad.. it's just that I really hate having arguments with him. =( If not.. most of the time we get along just fine.

Another thing is that uni is starting soon and I'm feeling a tad scared and apprehensive yet excited. Hmm.. I'll miss those days of doing nothing ( not exactly true since I've been working continuously since my A levels has ended). On second thought.. if I can feel this way only after 8 months of slacking, those army boys will be even more sian huh.

Ok.. on a happier note.. Jack Sparrow had another og outing on thursday. For those staying at the west area.. we all took yee hong's car from Jurong East. 8 of us in all squeezed into his family car of 5 seater and boy, were we all packed like sardines.

This was before Hwee Ting arrive.

The 2 girls with tiny asses have to sacrifice themselves for the front seat.

And off we go to east coast!! Yee Hong was a pretty good driver.. no doubt about that.. but most of the time.. he was maneuvering the car with one hand on the steering wheel. and the other hand holding on to slurpee. And he can still turn around to chat with us!! Faints. I kept asking him to turn in front and drive carefully.. haha. But my pleas were fallen on deaf ears. Ok.. and somehow.. we reached east coast park safely and waited for the rest of the og mates to arrive.. and then we had our picnic! Everyone really put in a lot of effort in preparing the food. For instance.. Xl, Shilly and I we made sushi. Then Ivan baked cookies.. Jessica and Shing Ee made Jelly.. You Rong brought fried noodles and Zoey, grapes and the rest brought drinks. So nice hor? Haha

Anyways here are some of the pics we took:

Jack Sparrow!

We went cycling

My bestie and I

I look like I was clutching my ahem in this pic. Lol

Peek-A-Boo. LAME

My fav pic -though I blocked Frankie J's face

You know.. I am getting slightly lazy to blog about the whole outing and since a picture depicts a gazillion words (my own non-sensical phrase).. u'll just get a gist that we enjoyed ourselves immensely. As seen from the pic above, we went cycling and at fist I was riding alone. But after Shilly left.. I took over her and tandem with Zheng Yang. It was shuang. Cos most of the time I was resting my dainty feet while ZY was peddling hard. MUAHAHA!! But whenever he turned around (perhaps to check on why the bike is slowing down) I would pretend to be peddling too. Giggles. Then we kept singing while riding, together with Ivan who was riding alongside us. It's really nice cos we were all yelling tunelessly at the top of our lungs and we did not give a damn if we were disturbing the peace and tranquility. Lol.

We then went for desserts at NYDC Suntec City. All in all.. we had ONE FIREBALL OF FUN!!

'You can bet tomorrow won't be the same

'Cause tomorrow is still without a name

But tonight feeling today's hot flame

And a fireball I, just can't tame.'

- The Fireball

A Line that Draws the Difference

2008-07-23T03:09:00.000-07:00

I’m blogging on the Causeway Link bus right now while it takes me back to S’pore via the Second Link. Hmm.. it really is a hassle to travel to and fro.. shuttling between M’sia and S’pore. But well.. I’m not complaining much right now. I’ve had it much worse last time when I was still schooling.. really. I still wonder how did I manage to pull through... it was seriously very very exhausting.. U guys had no idea. I stopped taking the school bus (the yellow bus which brings me from M’sia to school and back again) when I went to JC. And so.. my bro and I had to wake up really early in the morning before dawn even breaks (at around 4.30 am) so that our parents could drop us at the M’sia custom where we would travel to school on our own. The journey itself was horrendously tiring already. To compound to that, the crowd at the custom every single morning was even worse. I would meet a schoolmate everyday (she used to be a M’sian like me! But we’re both PRs now!) and we would journey( yes, journey!) to school together.

As mentioned afore, the custom was usually packed with other M’sians or students going to S’pore and the queue for the bus was always dreadfully long. So usually when the bus arrives, everyone would just swarm up to the door and start pushing and squeezing their way up. It was the most uncomfortable experience. Imagine being packed like sardines together with all those smelly people who either can’t be bothered to bathe or brush their teeth. YUCKS! And when their arms accidentally (or purposely) brush against urs.. the sensation was like u’re trying to pull away from a sticky tape. Double YUCKS. And.. the most ultimate and horrifying experience was that I got molested by one of these men who smell just about as good as sweaty armpits. Faints

I recalled that I was alone that morning, as my friend was late. And as usual, I was trying to get on the bus amidst the mass of people that were already fighting their way up the bus. And suddenly, I felt my butt being aqueezed. TWICE summore ok. Like.. *squeeze squeeze*!! WTH!! OUTRAGE OF MODESTY!! I was so stunned!! I immediately whipped around and grabbed the nearest hand (I merely assumed that it was the hand that had just pinched my poor butt) and whacked it hard! I tell u, I was so sooo furious and scared.. and even embarrassed! I was also fuming like crazy I could feel my face flushing. “WHO PINCHED MY BUTT??!!” I bellowed. The crowd behind me just merely stared blankly back at me. “YOU TOUCHED MY BUTT IS IT??!!” I roared, pointing at any random guy that looked like a chee-kor-pek (pervert). Yeah.. smart move. Cos the culprit’s just gonna raise his arms in the air and announce gleefully “Yeah me! Me!! I touched your butt.”. OF COURSE NOT!! He’s just a stinking pervertic coward!! Man.. I hope that he’ll get piles or something.. the lil perv! Meanwhile, I realised that there was nothing I could do so I just boarded the bus quietly. AND NO ONE EVEN HELPED TO CATCH THE CULPRIT! What a caring society we have. Hmph. Well, I was pretty freaked out by then that I was almost on the verge of tears. My pi gu leh.. walao. And that was the first time. I got touched again at the same spot and same place and same time. MY BUTT IS IRRESISTABLE IS IT!! Keep touching and touching.. @##$!! GO TOUCH UR OWN BUTT LAH.. FEELS THE SAME WHAT. And this time round I thought I was smarter.. I went to report to the 170 bus driver that I got molested.. AND HE DID ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. He even gave me a look like I thoroughly deserved it. WTF. Effing driver! And from then onwards I was always paranoid while boarding the bus. I’ll either ask my bro to stand directly behind me or place a file to cover my bum. Look at the fear these molesters have instilled in me! =(

Yeah.. And that is why I am sooo thankful those days of travelling are over. I dun have many pleasant memories of my daily journeys I tell u. Yeah.. another thing to add on is that M'sia custome is sooo old and run-down. I mean.. it's not that I wanna praise S'pore. Just compare the two customs.. the Woodlands Checkpoint and M'sia custom. The Woodlands Checkpoint building looks so well-structered and impressive while M'sia custom just pales greatly in comparison. I mean.. I bet not many of u have seen the M'sia custom have u? Well.. U would have been appalled at the drastic difference. Here is a list of eg.:

Eg.1) Shortly after leaving the nice and majestic-looking S'pore custom, u take a short bus ride to M'sia custom.. let the custom officer check ur passport.. yadda yadda.. And coming out of the building.. u see a signboard showing 'WELCOME TO MALAYSIA!'. Standing next to the signboard are beggers. So much for a warm welcome.

Eg.2)Feeling hungry after ur journey to M'sia? Not to worry! Cos there are many food stalls set up just within the M'sia custom itself. There are fishballs, corn-in-cups, nuggets.. etc. Take ur pick. Or if u have the urge to buy magazines.. fret not. Cos there's also a mama shop situated there.. selling magazines of all languages. (err.. actually only Malay and Tamil mags)

Eg.3)Not sure of the way around M'sia? The friendly cab drivers will usually flock around u.. asking where u would like them to take u.

Ok... digressing for a bit.. the cab part was quite funny actually. Cos as I said.. they'll usually follow u around. So one day this lecherous-looking uncle was leering at me and he hollered "Xiao mei!! Yao qu na li? (Little girl, where would u like to go?)". And I was pissed cos he won't leave me alone, and I retorted "Qu si! (Go to hell!)". Lol.

Yeah yeah! Back to the compare and contrast section. That is why I really feel very pek chek at my own country. Hello.. it's a custom ok?? Not a night market.. still can sell so many stuffs summore. And to think that I used to be do dumb.. donated to the beggers.. till my bro chided me one day and told me that one day he saw one of the beggers used the donations to buy cigarettes!! Whoa!! Very shuang right?! Still can smoke summore!

People always ask me whether I prefer S'pore of M'sia. Well.. I honestly have no idea. I guess perhaps I would say S'pore.. having spent most of my time here. I may also have complained about M'sia regarding how dangerous it is.. how bias (dun sue me pls!).. BUT!! I do get offended if people were to criticise M'sia strongly. I mean.. depending on the situation, I would still defend M'sia. Like for instance.. some S'poreans like to laugh at the way M'sian chinese speak mandarin. This is something that annoys my sister and I thoroughly. If u joke about it once in a while.. I dun mind.. cos I personally do feel that they speak a tad weird.. with an accent. BUT. To laugh at them in a way that implies that their chinese is bad and or that how the hell can their chinese standard be so low jus pisses me off slightly. This is the one part where I'll defend M'sia. Why? U think ur own chinese is very good is it? Think twice before u put M'sians down okay!! Alright alright.. I should stop getting worked up. Lol. And I feel that this entry's getting too long. Time to turn in!

Oh yeah.. tomorrow we're having another Jack Sparrow og outing.. the last one I think..before uni starts. I went over to Xiang Ling's house in the evening to prepare sushi for the outing. Took us hell of a long time.. FOUR HOURS OK!! To make sushis enough to feed a small army. Haha. And I think I'm getting rather sick by the sight and smell of sushis. Urgh.

Ok.. one last thing before I go. I jus remembered that my sis and I did this poll at kenny sia's blog.. to find out how M'sian are we. And the results revealed that I'm just about as M'sian as Guy Sebastian. He's the Australian Idol. Hahaha

Yoyo.. Goodday mate!

And my sis' results showed that she's as M'sian as Michael Jackson!! Faints.

Hello hello! My nose is still intact u know!

Durian Durian

2008-07-22T00:57:00.000-07:00

'Tis the season to eat durians.. Fa la la lal a la laaaa...

This morning my parents and I went out for breakfast at some coffee shop and my parents said they'll do the ordering while I go look for seats. And so I managed to get a table and I waited and waited for them.. dunno what took them sooo loonggg!! It's just ordering food right??! Then.. I saw my dad back with.. DURIANS!! And he had a mad gleam in his eyes.. haha. My parents absolutely LOVE durians. Haha. And, the coffee shop was so crowded , my dad had a hard time navigating his way through the throng of crowd without pricking them with the durian spikes. *roll eyes* So careful for what?! Haha.. If it were me, I would just anyhow swing the bag around, pricking people all over the body. MUAHAHA *evil laughter*. Swing the bag higher.. I might get their faces and they'll end up looking like Mark Lee:

Walao.. I offended u is it? @$#!!

Well, I remembered Dennis once told us that he came across an episode of Fear Factor whereby for the second task, the participants had to finish a plate of durians. Obviously, when the task was being revealed to the ang mohs, they were all horror-struck. Dennis also said that they were all like gagging and looking nauseous, pinching their noses, trying to stuff the durians down their protesting throats. They must be thinking: "Wtf! Why do Asians like this disgusting, yellow and gooey fruit that smells and taste exactly like shi*!!". Haha. Dennis then added that if he were the one taking part in Fear Factor, he'll just laugh his head off when the second task is presented to him and have an enjoyable time finishing the durians.

I guess Dennis + Durians = Happiest Man On Earth. lol.

Ok.. and while having durians just now, my mom told me one superstitious fact.

Mommy (warningly): Dun drink beer after having durians.

Me( puzzled): But why?? U mean u'll die? Fatal meh?

Mommy: Yar.. it's happened before.

Wow.. that's interesting. I actually would love to try that out.. just that my house dun have beer. Too bad. If not I might actually collapse and start foaming on the floor. Eeks. However. I dun quite believe in this nonsense (sorry mom!). But.. who knows it really might work. Durians plus beer equals to death! Haha. Man.. I sound so sadistic.. actually I wanted to write more about ways to die.. but I dun wanna sound suicidal or crackpot. Hehe. Cos I am not. Just like what Good Charlotte sings.. "I just want to LIVE!!"

By the way.. I am also trying to upload our Jack Sparrow og outing photos to http://www.flickr.com/ and it's taking me ages to upload! Damn pek chek. The outing was really fun.. though it took place like eons ago. Haha. We went to Kbox to sing.. and I was rather shy to sing in front of so many in the beginning. But I later loosened up and had fun singing Jay Chou's.. since I only know a few chinese songs and they were mainly by Jay. We also selected Westlife's My Love (cliche) and u know what! The MTV featured this unknown ang moh lady posing and smiling into the cam. Urgh. I had a hard time singing that song cos of the MTV.. kept wanting to giggle. And the best part was the lyrics. It was the ultimate. U know there's this part of the chorus of My Love ".. where the fields are green.. to see you once again.. my love..". On the MTV the lyrics became ".. where the FEELS ARE GREASE"!! Faints.

Here are some of the pics we took :

That's Isable, Me, Shilly and Marbles

Shilly and I trying to act pissed. With Frankie J ruining the effect for us.Lol.

Shilly is still pissed

Jack Sparrow! At the KTV

Us, after dinner at NYDC

That's all for now folks! I'm knackered already.. after having blabbering non-stop for a while. And I would just like to end by saying that Jack Sparrow Rocks!

Valedicere; To Say Goodbye

2008-07-21T10:56:00.000-07:00

The silence is deafening. It's one plus in the morning, and here I am.. sprawled on my bed.. trying to let the emotions wash over me as I penned down my thoughts. AND WEI LI HAS TO RUIN THE MOOD FOR ME BY SENDING ME A FREAKING CHEE-NAH TAIWANESE SONG -YOU'RE MY FLOWER. WTH. But the song's freaking funny. Lol.

Ok.. back to sounding emo and dispirited. Hmm. Where to begin? Ok! I shall start off by mentioning that yesterday I woke up at the crack of dawn just to prepare sushi for my colleagues as it was my last day at Starhub. Sobs. I know I know, that I've complained for umpteen times about how much I dread work sometimes and how annoying the customers can be.. yadda yadda. But well, I've spent a good whole two and a half months at Starhub that I am so used to going to work at 2.30 pm.. letting customers nag and rant at me for about 8.5 hrs.. knock off.. have supper with my colleagues.. reach home at around one plus. blah blahh. Yeah.. strangely I'll miss the schedule as I am so used to it. But most of all.. it's my colleagues that I'll miss. ='(

Ok.. I didn't mention that at Starhub since we worked till 12am, the company actually organised cabs to take us home. So it's usually those staying around the same area will share the same cab home. And so.. yesterday the colleagues who share the same cab as I went for our last supper together. (haha.. so morbid). The meal was on me!!

That's Lee Lin and I. She's a really nice person!

This is Kennyboy aka moley. He annoys me everyday by spying on me.. to see if I were using msn while working. But he's nice too.. and he has a Phua Chu Kang mole

Uncle Beng! He's the cab driver who lets me press his honk when there are no cars on the road. Lol.

He used to pronounce my name as 'Malaysia' in the beginning till someone corrected him.

Colleague A: Uncle.. shi Ver-neh-ser. Vanilla de 'Ver'.. Neh neh de 'Neh'..

Uncle Beng, after a few attempts: Mer-neh-she

Colleague A (exasperated): Bu shi la!! VER-NEH-SER!!

Uncle Beng: Ver-neh-SHE

And the name stuck. Wonder how come he doesn't seem to have any problems pronouncing the NEH part.. lol.

Oh yar.. and these are the previous batch of HIVRS ( that's our designation at Starhub.. forgot what it stands for.. but it has absolutely NOTHING to do with HIV) that left a few weeks before me:

This is my sort of mentor. How Siang! He left for NS.

Hurricane Katrina and I. We ordered pizza to treat the perm staffs on their last day.

Yeah.. and it was hard to say goodbye. Hopefully I might go back to work part-time once I've settled down in uni.

"There's no easy way to say goodbye.. so baby just say goodnight." - The Click 5

The Unquiet Grave

2008-07-19T12:38:00.000-07:00

When I was taking Grade 4 organ theory, there was this section of the theory paper where we were given a short poem and we had to give rhythm to the poem. And there was this one poem that I remembered vividly as it was so morbid and sad:

The Unquiet Grave

The Wind doth blow today, my love,
And a few small drops of rain;
I never had but one true-love,
In cold grave she was lain.

I'll do as much for my true-love,
As any young man may;
I'll sit and mourn all at her grave
For a twelvemonth and a day.

The twelvemonth and a day being up,
The dead began to speak:
'Oh who sits weeping on my grave,
And will not let me sleep?

'Tis I, my love, sits on your grave,
And will not let you sleep;
For I crave one kiss of your clay-cold lips,
And that is all I seek.

You crave one kiss of my clay-cold lips;
But my breath smells earthly strong;
If you have one kiss of my clay-cold lips,
Your time will not be long.

"Tis down in younder garden green,
Love, where we used to walk,
The finest flower that ere was seen
Is withered to a stalk.

The stalk is withered dry, my love,
So will our hearts decay;
So make yourself content, my love,
Till God calls you away.

Man, I dunno what's come over me but reading the poem makes me feel a tad sad. I sometimes wonder where do we all go, or what will become of us when we die. Of course being a Catholic, I believe that we'll go to heaven to return to God. Hmm.. I really must start doing more good deeds =)

In one of my fav movies Dragon Heart (it's an old film), I recalled that there was one scene whereby the knight (Bowen) asked the Dragon where will he go when he dies.. and the Dragon replied "to the stars.. Bowen.. to the stars.."

Now, that's a nice thought :)

The One-Eyed Pirate

2008-07-18T11:45:00.000-07:00

Dinner was a fun today. Cos it was Sufian's last day, and he ordered Mac delivery to treat us guys. So nice of him =) While waiting for Mac to arrive, we hung out in the pantry. And Grumpy Gordon (GG) annoyed me so much so that I aimed a rubber band at his body. But my aiming sucks and horror of horrors!! I shot him right in the eye instead!! Faint. I was so scared that he'll go blind. But thank God his eye was alright in the end.. or maybe he was just feigning the pain. Grumpy Gordon then said that he actually did lasik surgery for his right eye before, cos the degree for his left eye was like 50 plus whereas his right eye was 300 plus. And he commented that he used to be "pak jiao". I thought the term sounded freaking funny.. and I started calling him the One-Eyed Pirate. Ok.. digressing a little, but I was reminded of my og grp Jack Sparrow! Ok.. back to GG. I wonder how do u see properly when u're "pak jiao"?

Hahaha. Somehow I think the cat looked too surprised and constipated. Ok. I felt a teeny weeny bit sad that Sufian and I would no longer be colleagues, cos he's a real nice guy. It may sound cliche, but I really do wish him all the best.

I actually wanted to blog about more serious matters other than my daily activities which most probably would bore the pants out people. Weili actually suggested that I write about stuffs like politics and world news.. and I was suddenly reminded of writing a GP essay. Haha. Maybe I'll just write about more serious stuffs and less bimbotic issues tmr..

I shall end this entry with my fav poem (from The Outsiders)
- Nothing Gold Can Stay:

Nature's first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf's a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay.

-Robert Frost

Multi-Tasking

2008-07-18T05:16:00.000-07:00

Hmm.. I'm blogging while answering phone calls right now. Talk about multi-tasking.. which I usually suck at. And that is why I'm taking hell of a long time to blog, cos the calls keep streaming in incessantly. Sigh.. I still have like 4 1/2 more hrs to go.. grumble grumble. BUT. On a happier note, by working today on my second off day, I will actually get to earn $119!! Muahaha. Money makes my world go round. Also, I am feeling so sleepy at the moment.. and my voice keeps slurring horribly while talking to customers.. think I sound like a drunkard. I finally dozed off for about ten minutes before Jaslyn poked me. Oops.

Not So Extreme Makeover

2008-07-17T09:34:00.000-07:00

This morning I woke up with the anticipation of a child on Christmas morning...

cos it's my day off and I could hardly wait to check out the new pup!!

And Donut (I just realised that's how Michelle spelt her name) is so freaking cute!! She should be named Cotton Candy instead. Cos the moment I stepped out of my room, I saw this white mass of cotton ball frolicking around my feet. So adorable! And when I held her, I could feel her entire body quivering like a vibrator. Ahem. I mean like my hp when it vibrates. Haha. I guess all the quivering could either be due to:

1) excitement- As she has yet to recognise my scent.. and I hadn't even brushed my teeth when I scooped her up from the floor. Hmm.. maybe my breath must have almost knocked her out.

2) she needed to to pee or poop- Pups just cant control their bladder.

And so.. being afraid that she's shaking due to the 2nd reason.. I promptly placed her on the sofa where she continued licking my hands with her tiny little pink and sticky tongue. Cute!

While I was playing with Donut, being oblivious to Mikko the unenthu dog's presence, Mikko was also dao-ing us. She refused to even go near Donut.. which was happily cleaning up my hands for me. Talk about jealousy.

After that, I met up with Hurricane Katrina for breakfast and she came over and we had an episode of Not So Extreme Makeover. Meaning that we were rather bored so we decided to do make-up for each other. We even took before and after pics so that we can compare and contrast the drastic difference.

That's me and Hurricane Katrina without make-up.. looking pale and washed out..and hideous

and after letting the make-up work it's magic...

Ta-daa!! Ok.. it's not fantastic.. but at least we dun look like trash

We actually had one fireball of fun cam whoring.. I think that's cos we were so bo liao.. and I was also trying out the cam of my new laptop. The cam's not bad!! It has many special effects like:

Arrghh!! We're being sucked into a whirlpool

Gasp. Siamese Quadruplets

Struck by lightning

It was fun to do eye make-up for each other, though I swear to NEVER let Hurricane Katrina touch my eyes in the future. Cos she kept bugging me to let her do my eyes.. claiming confidently that she's read from some magazine that what's she's gonna do is the dunno whatever spring colour eye make-up. Latest fashion, she reassured. And so i relented.

Me: Oi! U'd better make sure that I wouldn't end up looking an opera singer hor!

Hurricane Katrina (enthusiastically): Dun worry.. the models in the magazine looked really great in the colours!!

Me: (Grumble grumble).. Ok la!

And so I closed my eyes and obediently let her destroy my eyes. Do do do.. and I suddenly heard giggling. I snapped my eyes open and grabbed a mirror. To my horror.. instead of looking like this as expected:

I looked like this:

And all hell broke loose.

Haha.. What kinda spring colour is that? Poor H.K was so mortified that she apologised profusely. Hmm.. Apology accepted!

After our Not so Extreme Makeover session has ended, we set off for bugis to purchase some clothes for uni. Man.. I spent so much that I would have to work ot tmr in order to earn extra $$. Shucks.. I'm dreading work tmr =(

And just while I am blogging right now, Donut is whining in her sleep. I wonder what is she dreaming about!!

**Donut (thinking to herself) : Walao.. Better pray that tmr that smelly-breathed girl would brush her teeth first before cuddling me. #$@*! Wanna choke me to death! **

Doughnut the Maltese

2008-07-16T10:50:00.000-07:00

I'm excited.. I'm thrilled.. I'm ecstatic!! I just came home from work today at around 1 am and I saw a new little kennel beside mikko's kennel!

- And if you're not sure as to who's mikko.. she's my landlady's maltese.. and perhaps one of the world's most unenthu dog. Ok.. maybe she's likes to dao (ignore) me cos she knows that I'm not her owner.. or maybe cos I always chase her around or attempt to wipe my feet on her *evil laughter* I know I'm mean. But. I do sayang and pet her too ok... scratch her ears or belly (though I dun really like doing that cos I'll usually accidentally touch one of her eight nipples =X). urgh-

That's me cam whoring with mikko the unenthu dog

Ok.. I'm digressing. But anyways.. I rmb that Michelle (my landlady) told me the other day that she'll name the new pup doughnut. So cute right? If i have a dog, I'll name it dog. So it'll be like..'Hi! I've just bought a new dog and i've named my dog dog. So dun you think that dog my dog is such a cute dog?' Haha. Erm.. Lame. Alright. I think I'll name it popcorn.. sounds so delicious! Or Godiva.. classy and chocolaty. YUMMY

So.. hopefully tmr morn I'll get to play with doughnut.. cant wait!!

Hmm. speaking of tmr.. I'm finally having a day off from work tmr. Yay. Away from those irritating customers of Starhub. Oops. I'm not sure if I'll get sued for saying that, but oh well, HECK. Urgh. Working for SH has really trained me to control and manage my anger. When I first started, I absolutely hated the job. Always getting scolded and nagged at by impatient idiots all the time.. but subsequently I've gotten used to it and not all customers are that bad. Once in a while I do get funny customers that spice up my immensely boring working life. Like for instance.. there was once when a cust just kept ranting and raving like this :

Bloody Irritating Cust (BIC): HELLO! HOW COME #@^%**$#@ !!!!!

Me: Hmm.. I see. Yes Sir.. I understand. Hmm.. yes...

And so the naggy uncle who probably has lungs the size of a mammoth just droned on and on while I just clamped my mouth shut. Then suddenly he jus exclaimed:

BIC: I know that u hate me!!

I was struck dumb for a moment then I quickly muted the soft phone so that I can giggle madly into the mic without BIC hearing my laughter.

Seriously. There really are many paranoid weirdos out there. Well.. in the first place if u're afraid of others hating u.. THEN BE MORE POLITE IN THE FUTURE!!

Hmm.. the BIC cum paranoid uncle ended the call believing that I loathe him. Whatever.

Alright.. I'm knackered and this entry's getting too long. Tmr morn Kai Lin aka Hurricane Katrina's coming over and after that we'll be going shopping!!!

I suddenly have in mind the Britney and Tiffany (whatever their names are) from White Chicks sticking their arms out and wriggling their fingers.. squealing Shopping!!

waiting for my hair to FRY

2008-07-14T12:09:00.000-07:00

I think I shall be childish and begin with.. DEAR DIARY.

Ok.. it's freaking early in the morn now and just while everyone's drifting ard in dreamland.. here I am writing my first ever blog entry. Just trying to test and see how it'll look..but i've gotta feeling that I would subsequently delete this entry next time.