He broke my heart so I broke his nose.

2007-03-30T21:59:00.000+08:00

Ok its official.

Queen-of-wateva is no more. Instead, everythings a little more beautiful in my new blogsite.

Prettier in a topsy turvy world. Its minimalistic and very simple. Celebrates my love for rainbows too :) Pls change yr bookmarks and stuff to:

www.topsy-turvy-pretty.blogspot.com

guys, leave me a tag so i know u recieved this can? Thanks

LUV!~

2007-03-29T16:02:00.000+08:00

hELLO LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!

The queen is back, and damn does it feel gooooood! :)
I know I' ve been missing for the longest time and its all because of my stupid lao ah-pek computer screwing up yet again.

But guess what? It was the straw that broke the camel's back, so mom made up her mind to get us a spanking new computer( complete with Windows Vista) and a lap top for me!! Christmas has certainly came waaaay earlier for me this year alrite.

I've missed everyone! How are y'all? Call me soon k? I so wanna catch up with my sexy peeps. Tess, fix up the gathering already!
MENA remember next week we have sleep over HOR!
Jan, sherry, willy...when the hell are u free to meet up?! ARgh........

Yesterday was a very good day, considering it marked the end of my ADV dip course. I still cannot believe that my lecturer had totally forgotten about the oral presentation that SHE was supposed to preside over. The nerve..

She said I was a little technical, but what the hell. :) I'm just relieved that its all over, and I can be the blog addict that I was and still am.

OH by the way peeps, I'll be changing my blog add soon. do check back.

LUV!~

2006-11-28T23:09:00.001+08:00

I'm being particularly dilligent today, so decided to cash in on that while im still feelin' it.

So here I give u, the NIGHTMARE before halloween 2006. LOL~

The original cast; Carmen and Sherry actually came to my place first to prepare before Vicki joined us later at the nearby Burger King. Vicki's dress was actually a part of Sherry's costume, but that vainpot deemed it 'Not Hot Enough'. Ah well..

The happy troopers outside Zouk. :)

On the way there, the inexplicable urge of wanting photowhore took over and hence the MRT became our impromptu photo opp. Heheh~

Cutesy Vicki and I hamming it up for the camera

Tall Carmen looks like she's trying to cast a spell on us 2 shorties.

They remind me of the PCD. the bevy of hotties; a Playboy Bunny, Retro Chick, and I think 2 kinky Devils. In comparison we look so innocent and cute la. >_<

One of the bouncers, dolled up like some psycho butcher. Notice that he's wearing a FINGER-PACIFIER?! and my kimono seems like its about to fall off! Now which is freakier? :P

The Amish entourage, us and some kinda genie guy.. a truly wacked-out combo indeed.

God. I adoreeee this mermaid; she has a amazing figure to boot and LASHES that make Maybelline mascara commercials look all meek and insignificant. Note to self: investment in eyelash extensions will go a loooong way (pun totally intended)

All of us again, with a gorgeous new fren Zynthia. Loved her outfit tho i tot it was one of the sweltering ones, save for a Goth in a golden ball gown who had glided past us jus mins ago.

~~~~

I guess tht wasn't the end of our madness. hehe..It was just one of those days in Journalism class. As our lecturer happily droned on, we decided to spice things up here at the back rows. Natasha had generously sponsored a short stalk of a rose that she had picked up on le floors of Suntec City. We decided that Melvin, our model of the day had dull and uninspired hair.

So it was us to the rescue! look, the wonders floral do for a face. ^^

Mel sporting a 'romantic latino' look. Perfect for a night about town...or simply mortifying the bejesus outta the guy sitting next to you.

Ever the natural, he adds victory signs to finish the look. HAHA!

After class, I was gonna suss out stuff for the pressies for my 1 year anniversary so I grabbed Nat and we trooped down to Orchard. Here we are at Zara trying out the new collection. Velvet aint my choice of clothing but Nat insists that we look smashing. Hmms.. I might actually have to agree, no? ;)

2006-11-24T02:07:00.000+08:00

Its been THAT long already?

RECAP:

Once upon a time, a boy named justin fell in love with a loud mouth girl called june, who had rudely interrupted a his conversation with a fren during the first day of school.
ANIME apparently was their common denominator, and they hit it of from there.

Then they started courting. Knowing that chocolate was june's weakness, he arranged for their very first date at Max Brenner's, a popular fondue joint.

ALAS. Being the lovable sotong that he was, he din know that was only a dessert and hence the couple had to starve all the way back to her place...till he mom took pity and cooked some instant mee goreng for both.

*collective sigh pls*

Oh where was i? AHEM.

After survivng some severe miscommunication, a half-hearted fling and more incorrigible stubborness, he FINALLY plucked enough courage to kiss (more like attack lol) the girl in the cinema during Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Said girl had floundered in the dark for a few damned minutes before finally getting the hang of it.

I guess the rest was as they say...history.

24th Nov. (strangely is Thanksgiving Day! OMG)

After a gazillion squabbles and bickering, crazy escapades, and funny moments, not forgetting the steamy making-outs...

HAPPY 1-YEAR ANNIVERSARY, BABY!

All the unforgettable memories, the stormy moments and the incredible joy and understanding that you've given me. Words cannot even begin to convey the depth of love and gratitude i have for you. You were more than just a best friend/confidante and pillar of strength.

My soulmate. I love u darling buttercup baby.

Its still gonna be a pretty long journey from here on...

But we'll make it to the the other end of the rainbow together. :) <3

2006-11-11T02:38:00.000+08:00

Hurray to the end of my exams and pre-christmas sales!(im faking the ethusiasm haha.)

Not to mention... a glorious Saturday whereby my darling maternal unit is off to ty-tyland(Thailand) for a couple of days. Herald in my temporary lease of sanity,boys.
Sleepovers, anyone? ^^

WHAT is with me and procrastination?!

I know, i know. Beyond over-dued for the Halloween report.
In a proverbial nutcase, it was a mind-fucking blast with Sherry, Vicki, and her brother. Shan't launch into a long-winded tirade of how someone had stood me up and not bothered to call, and the anticipated last-min backouts. You know who u are.

Zouk has certainly lived up to its name for its Halloween parties.
The crowd was F.U.N and all so accomodating, hence the abundance of camwhoring with funky dressed-up strangers. Also made quite a few new friends, and needless to say... the necessary eyecandy to draw us into the heart-pumping rythmn and avant-garde ambience of it all.

A few worthy mentions where this hugeeee ass Koala bear wearing a shirt with Steve Irwin's pic,(note: Sherry COULD NT resist smacking its head so it went dancing on dancing with its head riccocheting back and forth:P), a pretty retro mermaid with 5 inch long lashes, a Chinese Emperor and my personal fave, a seemingly demure geisha who was actually an ang-moh guy with a knack for dirty dancing with his fan.

I simply can't wait for next year.

photos to come next entry! till then...Au revoir~

2006-10-14T02:26:00.000+08:00

hey homies, contrary to popular belief; i'm not dead.

Was just insanely busy the whole week with busloads of projects. >_<
Well, actually 3 to be exact but its not the quantity but the standards that matter. I truly hate Jalani aka bitchy lecturer, but i'm sincerely glad that he is now a figment of the past.

Amen, amen.

SO, that calls for a celebration. :)
The boyfren and I recently went to the Hidden Faces: A Japanese masks exhibition for some artsy fartsy enrichment. I had reservations, since it was my first trip to a museum in a very long time but what awaited was a pleasant surprise.

Soft music played overhead as we strolled down aisle upon aisles of masks, which dated as early as the Heinan period to these modern times. I've to say the making of the them is no mean feat and is impeccable to an impossible extent.
My fave was one of a widely grinning old man of a well toldfolklore, tho the Noh masks were kinda creeping me out. But all in all, it was a great experience and in fact, the Cartier exhibition is in town and i'm looking forward to it bigtime.

Outfitter Girls are having a sale, and I got myself a plummish halter which the boyfren is so gonna ban me from wearing cos of the extreme cutting.
Ah well, he doesn't have to know, does he? ;) Since most of their tops and bottoms are ridiculously over-priced, this is a pretty good time to stock up. I also have my eye on this vintage-ish necklace. Its sorta rugged silver chain with some orange/white mineral pendant in shape of a goldfish.

Somehow it reminded me of Domino the movie, Keira Knightley as the legendary bounty hunter. She had a tattoo of a Jap goldfish. I like but... I dunno, 38 bucks for an acessory?
Do u think i shld splurge?

btw, K-fed is just vile beyond words. He is just up there with Steven Lim on my Top 10 Losers list. Spiderman 3 is on the way to our screens, and while I adore the X-men trilogies...Im really not sure if i can tahan yet another comic book movie adaption. Come'on.. IRONMAN?!!

I'll ask someone to shoot me for real.

2006-09-25T18:12:00.000+08:00

OMG la.

I have a PR presentation tomolo, and like a few more other 2500 word essays to churn out before deadlines, not to mention my whole house is in an unspeakable mess..and here I am blogging?!

This is farewell, my dear frens.

*Dies*

2006-09-12T22:18:00.000+08:00

Yet another day in the crazy house with all the monkeys in class, hehee. Joel decided that a movie was in order and so all 13 of us happily trooped onto the bus to Cineleisure. But while the company was great, the movie sadly was so not. Dude, I wan my refund leh!

Forbidden Siren has a pretty tangible plot: the usual ominous-looking island fested with urban legends, and throw in a pasty doe-eyed Japanese actress and we're raring to go.
I actually liked the idea of the mermaid coming back from the dead for vengeance (She is so not Ariel.hmm) but nearing the end of the show, you realised that actually is not the case. And with open-ended leads and a half-hearted explanation (read brief montage of shots) you come to understand that this whole show is more than what you THINK it promises.

It veers off a good plot and ends up confused, thus the film simply fell flat. The horror makeup was definitely not comparable to those of western films thts for sure. They (zombie/ghost?) simply looked like geishas who were left out in the sun too long and suffering from a bad case of optical inflammation. But ah well

I did NOT even scream once, and tht sucked. But at least I had tons of kick scaring the Bejesus outta the girls in the front. Lol!

2006-09-04T23:41:00.000+08:00

Hmm I think i'm on a slacker streak at the moment. My wardrobe looks like Hurricane Katrina paid it a visit, and my mom keeps screaming for me to help with packing the house. Yup, 2 sure ways to know that I've been the lazy lout alrite.
It could be the fact that I successfully managed to download MapleStory the day before, and that my dad jus gave me his Digital Cam (photo-whoring here I come)..AND I'm gonna get my glorious Creative V-plus (2GB, $239) soon! It was on a nice discount at the Comex Fair at the Expo. I'm on a roll and I sure as hell loveee every moment of it~~

Of course, things would be a whole lot easier if I figured out exactly how to use the Digi-cam functions.

My back is currently killing me at the moment. I think there's something wrong with my posture when I sit before the computer. Work was pretty slow today, and my boss was actually sweet enough to treat me to a bowl of chilled Peppermint Grass Jelly on this very sickening hot day.
It is the best dessert for days like these, take my word for it. :)

Lazzzzy la. Pardon summarised entries.:

-Libin jus gave birth to a healthy baby girl. Note to self to visit both of them ASAP.

-Bought books 'Shoppaholic takes Manhattan' and 'Empress Orchid' on impulse. Guilty as charged.

-happy tht work is now flexible and personal/love/social life shall not be affected.

-Prolly clubbing this Wed with a few frens since Sat bombed. sigh, lol.

-Darker eye-rings as I prepare to chiong Maple for the next 72 hours non-stop. Jus shoot me!

Welcome to my life. :P

2006-08-31T00:08:00.000+08:00

Listening to: Dun let me get me by Pink

It wasn't all that good today. I missed a class due to an overlook in new timetables (curse u, planners!) and work was in true essence of the words; a major life-sucking bitch.
Sometimes I wonder why the hell I chose to do admin when retail is way easier and simpler; and I already have the experience for it. But then a smack upside the head always makes me remember exactly what I'm slogging so hard for.

A dream. My one beautiful dream to be exact. I'll slowly work my way to it no matter what.
~~~~

Tessalyn jus msged me regarding a X'mas chalet, and it kinda got me thinking.
So how many of you out there really love me as a close fren and reealllly make it a point to call up sometimes and meet up? I do enjoy being invited to parties and stuff; but if its only for making up for the party numbers then i think i'd very much refuse. Pls don't be superficial and call me just for the sake of calling, cos I DO know.

Plus, if u decide to 'oh forget' me for something too, then do expect the same courtesy returned. After all, what goes around does come around. A simple rule of the world.
I am thru with being frustratingly cautious with frenemies who clearly display a selective memory for asking me on a partyin basis (or favours).
You claim to be a friend, but u sure as hell don't act like one. Lets not waste anymore time shall we? You know who u are.

So take your crap, shove it up where its nice and cushy, and get lost. :)

Clubbing this Sat. prolly at Momo or CUBE (as Amin very kindly suggested) since I haven't a faintest clue for other new places. Jus me and my closest brethen to dance off the last of 'fug and shit' for this whole past week. Mom has been strangely liberal this time round, but hey I sure as hell ain't complaining. A sista has gotta take what she can get and make the best of it. And its been awhile since I last went for a Shisha.

And a lil shopping here and there of course. One must never forget one's roots la.
~~~

PS:Tess, jus so u dun get any wrong ideas, I dun mean u. But hope u have fun with yr gathering with the girls.

PPS: Keren is making me my very own gorgeous blogskin. AM. SO. EFFING. EXCITED. Babe I am waiting!!!

2006-08-27T14:41:00.000+08:00

Listening to: OK, some lame song by PussyCat Dolls

On a relatively quiet saturday, with a ton of chores to do; but heck it cos I'd rather procrastinate for the moment. Aint it jus a wonderful character trait of mine? That aside, it is of great interest to me when my mom mentioned to me, off-hand, that my prepubescent younger sis was going for a study date with this boy (under my void-deck) who has been incessantly spamming her phone with romantic notions and what nots.

While I'm pretty sure my sis is clueless about BGR, I'm not quite so on the guy's part. Henceforth, half-hour spychecks I shall partake.

I'd like to add that i'm not trying to manifest the role of a caring doting sis. Seriously ok.

The Devil Wears Prada is out already?! I had no idea that sneak previews were available, the big idiot that I am. I've been waiting for ages for it since i saw the trailer.

Besides the ongoing fashion parade that runs thru-out the movie, Meryl Streep as Miranda Priestly is a severe stroke of genius. She has the role down to pat as the typical boss-from-hell, everything from her sinister smiles and diablolic aura that she radiates. She jus grinds the last of Anne Hatheway's ego beneath her gorgeous Prada heels. And while you pity the poor protaganist, you can't help but love Miranda.

I recently bought this pair of cobalt-blue shoes with thick heels from this shop at Far East called ROUTE 66, for a dirt cheap price I will not disclose. But it looks close to a Miu Miu or Chloe design, and shall be wearing it, as a tribute to the chic style, when I watch the film around this week.

Can you say Prada, beyotches? :)

2006-08-20T16:33:00.000+08:00

June, you follow your heart when it comes to success.

You're an impassioned individual who just can't suppress your ideals. You've got a strong sense of right and wrong, and want to let people know when they've crossed the line. Sure, there are times when you sit back to hear both sides of an argument. But people had better stay out of the way when your fiery passions take hold.But just because you can be a bit of a rebel with a cause, it doesn't mean you're incapable of being understanding and compassionate. It's because you're so invested in your ideas and interests that you can work so tirelessly toward your goals and speak up for what you believe in. So keep pouring your heart into it. With conviction like yours, you're sure to succeed!

June, you're Smart 'n' Sexy

Your intellect puts you in a class above the rest, and it creates a sexual aura that's untouchable by people who possess nothing more than a pretty face. You have people and intellectual smarts and are able to juggle them accordingly. Your sense of the world at large and your world around you draws people to your mind, and what a beautiful mind it is.

Whether you look the part in horn-rimmed glasses and a finely pressed suit or dress simply in a T-shirt and jeans, your style really takes off when you flaunt your intellectual prowess. You're probably happier volunteering for a good cause, like tutoring kids, than spending all night partying with friends — well, at least some of the time. You've read the classics, or at least know what they are, and get the greatest rush when you can fully connect with people — both mind and body. While you may have the looks as well, it's your brains that turn up the heat wherever you go.

June, you're a Sympathetic Sidekick

No one ever accused you of not having a soft side. And that's why friends flock to your sympathetic ear and well-thought-out advice. You are tuned in to the world around you, and you are always looking for ways to bring people together and enjoy each other's company. While some people might have one or two close friends, you like to spread your wings and socialize with any number of people. You are open-hearted and free-spirited, making it easy for you to find common ground with anyone you meet. Keep up the good work — everyone could use a friend like you.

You Are An ESFP

The Performer
You are a natural performer and happiest when you're entertaining others.A great friend, you are generous, fun-loving and optimistic.You love to laugh - and you like almost all people equally.You accept life as it is, and you do your best to make each day fantastic.
You would make a good actor, designer, or counselor.

What's" Your Personality Type?

What Goddess are you?

A brilliant bolt of lightning descends! SHAZAAM! The oracle has spoken!
The smoke clears to reveal that inside you is a divine being,
HESTIA, the Goddess of Family and Peace.
She's a deity who embraces all the aspects of womanhood. As a woman in her image, you exude femininity and sensuality.

You view men as the perfect counterpart to your womanly ways. But you probably don't appreciate casual encounters. Rather, you prefer purity and tradition. Because of these predilections, you tend to attract men who understand your nature and possess maturity and seriousness beyond their years. When you finally arrive at the bedroom and your divine qualities are released, you reveal such sensuality that the experience is unforgettable. In other words, with the right guy, you really know how to get wild in the sack.

In fact, when the mood strikes, you can easily drive your man crazy. But out of respect for your inner nature, you require love and devotion from your partners. You are an attentive and giving lover who knows how to make your man feel sexy, appreciated, and fulfilled. When you show your stuff, it's like a light shines down from the heavens. Behold, the skies proclaim, here lies a goddess!

2006-08-16T19:02:00.000+08:00

Listening to: Hero by Nickelback

Its only the second day of school and already I'mma deeeeaaad beat.

Before, my days just painstakingly crawled by since all I did was rot at home; but now its one helluva hectic bitch. On a off-hand conversation, the Boss actually considered getting me a PDA(since he jus bamboozles me with tons of work)..hehe but I'm not keeping my hopes up.
Will just be praying hard that I'll be able to keep up with this for the next few months without having a nervous break-down. >.<

I'm not all too forlorn tho. :) A certain thrift store is currently having its end-of-season sale, and I managed to score a this bohemian deep olive runched tube! Indie sorta print on the bottom, a nice ethnic touch to it; and only 7 bucks.
Its a wonder why people always stick to retailers and branded shops when the real fun is in bargain hunting, lol.

AND since tomolo is a free day, long catnaps and movie rentals shall be the main highlights...

Not forgetting the Boyfren of course. ;)

2006-08-14T19:39:00.000+08:00

So its been a wicked crazy weeek, but here on this seemingly mundane monday..I finally went back to school. Yup folks, u heard rite.
The Adv. Diploma beckons, and I answer. My class as it turns out, isn't as quite as rocking as my old one, but hell do I see some potentially interesting friends. :) Awkward conversations and a semi-deluded gay singing lecturer aside, I think it was a pretty good first day. Added plus, there is a seriously hot man-candy but I do remember that I'm attached.

No worries baby. I still lurve ya the most. MOI hottie. hehe

And I think i see a ray of hope to incorrigible shopping addiction. I've finally got this admin job that I've been yearning like fuck. They actually said they'd reply on thurs, but I was informed only today. Damnation to making me fret about like a chicken, argh.
Ah well, looks like yr mantra did work Mena. ;P I sure as hell hope this will work out for me. Fingers crossed.
FYI, this retail vice of mine has been driving the boyfren nuts and I fear for my Powercard as well. I could have sworn that the card itself is slightly bent and worn from swiping to much.
Is this a sign, GOD?!

2006-08-02T21:04:00.000+08:00

Listening to: Finally Woken by Jem

I am currently fuming pissed at the boyfren. Hows that for eloquence?
One figures one would be in that position if said person did not call u the WHOLE FREAKING day. First he tells you that he can't meet (and at last min, no less!), then proceeds to forget yr existence for the remaining hours. REALLY, it is going to take more than a deluxe meal from KFC to placate me on this one. Stupid jackass.

Oh yeah, we caught Pirates of the Carribean: Dead Man's Chest yesterday. It was quite the swashbuckling action that we had anticipated, perhaps more on the boyfren's part. :) Tho the beginning was somewhat flat and lacklustre; and major EWWW factor on Davy Jone's "heart". Geesh, did they have to take it sooooo literally?! I mean dramatising the whole plot is one thing, but come on~All the hulla over a human anatomy?

Superficial movie critic aside, I really have to get somethin off my tits..I mean chest. The movie painfully shows the distinct difference between Veteran Hollywood Heart-throb (Johnny Depp) and Pretty New Face (Orlando Bloom). The whole time Keira and Orlie were smooching, I think I was all like "yeah, watever." Somehow, I think it didn't really connect, zilch sparks. The chemistry jus wasn't there.

Then comes the surprise *tongue-hockey* with Johnny Depp, and God bless my soul..I felt all hot and bothered all of a sudden. The subtle stirring in my loins, oh sweet Jesus. That mere few seconds made me have very naughty thoughts, most of which involves my baby who was jus sitting next to me. Ahem. Now, ladies and gentlemen..THAT is what I call a kiss.
Those who have haven't watched yet, here's a good reason why u should. :)

2006-07-29T23:02:00.000+08:00

I am happy and jiggly!

After repressing the call of my shopping urges for so long, I finally bought something from the pasar malam a few blocks from my house.
Behold, I wield a ethereally gorgeous bottle of Gucci EVY ME for only 15 bucks! Never mind that they are rip-offs. They smell and look almost 90-95% like the real thing...so screw the fact that I ain't loaded.

I have my ways, moi darlings. *smirks*

2006-07-28T16:32:00.000+08:00

A Day Not Wasted

Almost half the day is over, and yet I had so much things planned.
He came over today, with a perpetual genteel smile and a special present for me.
A pair of earrings from the school fair, a lil decorative but still the sweetest gesture.
We laughed, fooled about and made love around after Noon.
Lost in unbridled lust, mingled with swift whispery touches, etched in my mind.
At the pinnacle of it all, bodies enterwined and one last searing kiss.
As he lies in my overtly pink bed (absurdly queer sight), sound asleep like a baby angel,
I can't help but think with a small impish smile...

"Well...this is certainly not a day wasted."

:)))

2006-07-11T01:39:00.000+08:00

Oh horror of horrors!

I have to huge zits, but I have nettiquete so I'll not go into details. Went for a simple interview at Ngee Ann City today, and I dressed to impress.
Meaning I did not succumb to the pressure of wearing dull dowdy business blazers and suits, (which ultimately makes me look like an air-stewardess, as I last remember) instead donned a long-sleeved grey cashmere top, dark jeans and gold heels.
Which let me jus tell u, the latter was a gross oversight and utter condemmnation.

Thanks to that, both my feet are throbbing like fuck, and I have the blisters to proof it. But at least I looked good. :) Saw a cute red with white polka dots vintage top at Forever 21, and sweeet bluebell-blue round-neck Zara sweater. It took all of my self-will to not whip out my Powercard at lightning speed, and when I finally did drag myself out, I was filled with indescribable woe.

Out of curiosity, I popped into Mango. Cos the " 70% OFF " sign in the display was jus so garish and huge and into my face, and God knows I can't resist. Remember Mean Girls?
How Lindsay Lohan described conflicts in school where settled, uncannily similar to the animal world? Picture tht, but in a shopping context.

It should have been quite expected actually. The GSS is drawing to a close after all. But the sight of crumpled ruffled mountains of clothes dumped upon white tables, not unlike those u see at pasar malam and flea markets. Obnoxious aunties and gossiping office-girls (obviously on break) flittering to the SALE sides, and I swear one elbowed me.
I watched the Tai-tais, a more discerning clique, pick up the occasional dress and then put down before moving on to the next.
Then enter cheena women with their children running about racks, and God bless my soul; I spy with my lil eye a seemingly obese woman trying a green top that was apparently abt 2 sizes too small.

I THINK that the Shoppaholic series by Sophie Kinsella (Otherwise known as one of my all-time fave writers) was written after me. I totally fit the heroine of bad credits and shopping invoices to a T. I hate being poor. ARGH.

Anyhow, on a more brigter note... I have PS2! Borrowed it from Carl, but not without much weedling and coaxing. :P This is the one thing that can lift my spirits without me spending a cent.
See, aren't I a total genius? Sometimes I jus surprise myself too.

2006-07-07T19:31:00.000+08:00

...and still on with the Naruto marathon. It is strangely addictive.
What initially started out as leisurely watching, has now turned into a full-fledged competition with the Boyfren on who can watch more, the fastest. Lame I know, but when you have ample of hours to rot at home; it doesn't seem all that dumb after all.

Murphy's Law. Otherwise known as the opposite to Lady Luck. He seems to be hot on my trail as of late.
I so want a job badly, before my mom starts her 'hell hath no boundaries' campaign on me again. I guess its jus a total eyesore to see your offspring 'seemingly' lazying about like a lout.
What she doesn't know is that I send out resumes EVERY SINGLE DAY, and still help about the house. Not like a certain sibling I can name; who pulls out Homework and Tution as excuses. Tht #$%@!!!

Sigh. Plus you won't believe this. I got offered 2 PR jobs in a month. PPPRRR!!!! Equating to: talking a lot to people (that I'm real good), doing basic admin stuff (easy-peasy) and very VERY attractive pay (zee MOST important of all!). And with a heavy heavy heart, I had to politely, with gritted teeth and veined fore-head, decline.

Cos I have to study for ADVANCED. DIP. screw it!~

Sweet jesus. Always wrong things at the wrong time. The story of my life.

2006-06-30T22:38:00.000+08:00

You'd think that having barely 4 hours of sleep under my belt, that I'd prolly conk out today.
Isomnia can truly be such a bitch, if you know what I mean. (ahem Ping..)
Strangely not, had a pretty nice time with my Baby. :) Earlier before, I went over his place to "ciong" my Maplestory (a futile futile attempt), watch 8 episodes of Naruto and had a nice KFC lunch delivered. Thank you honey! <3

His mom had some vouchers to this hotel resaurant and hence was invited to a sumptious buffet dinner. Tho initially daunted by the theme of a Chinese cruisine, it proved to be groundless. The sesame pork ribs were of perfection, and I went for fifth helpings during dessert! *No prizes for guessing why I had a stomache thereafter.*

But hey, its been a while since I had great company for a cosy meal. Not to mention when we *pilfered* the french loaves from the buffet table. Hehe, talk about upholding our Kiasu-ism culture. It was really warming and destressing from all the effing crap I've been thru lately, and I can't be more grateful for that.

OMG! Is that my long-lost fren Jennifer Ali? She's so different from the demure young girl I knew almost a decade ago. Still looking at my Friendster in disbelief.
More later if possible.

2006-06-27T00:10:00.000+08:00

Listening to: Shinjutsu no Uta by Do as Infinity

Finally, after a many f*cked up days...today was a most welcomed relief.

Met up with bestie Mena (and Chris later for dinner), of whom I've not seen for godforsaken eons.
I could create a whole new calendar just counting the number of days we last met. No offense tho, Caesar. Pretty much brought her around the Icon, after much ranting and raving. It was divine, jus ransacking the occasional bargain box and guess what?

I had my very first (express) manicure today! World, witness a historical moment.

It was onli 10 bucks, so I was like, hey why not?
All perky and hyper, I trooped in with Mena and let the pros do their thing. I didn't want anything too drastic on a first try, so I chose a 'ballet-pinkish' shade. Kinda like a french manicure too :); whereas Mena succumbed to a much darker vampish red which totally suited her bohemian outfit. OMG, and speaking of Outfits, I have to digress.

A streak of...I dunno something jus came over me today. I dunno what the hell make me do it, but I just did it. I dressed up like a total coquettish Japanese Lolita, consisting of a white tee, Xxxtremely short brown pleated skirt with knee-high socks and heels to boot.
Whether it was jus pure moron-ity or risk-taking, I'll never know. I think I jus wasn't thinking then. It was quite embarrasing actually, I could have sworn that eyes were jus boring into me everywhere we went. Old, young, pre-pubescent; fat thin...just about anyone with a penis. Perhaps it was the fact that I was the sheer manifestation of a Jap geek's porn fantasy. Hmm..
''' *_*

Plus, we took Neoprints to commemorate it! Wahaha..web-whoring to come soon! Note to self tho: Re-learn my Japanese fast lest I start thrashing the poor machine in a crazed frenzy.

Btw, I totally dig my new skin. Vanity, ah one of the more beloved of the Seven Deadly Sins. It looks similar to Jan's one tho, but no blaming. Its jus unfortch that blogskins like these are generic. :P

PS: thanks Baby, for being with me the whole day even tho I know you avoid these stuff like the plague. It was kinda cute watching you snooze in the manicurist's chair tho. kiss!

2006-06-19T21:35:00.000+08:00

Listening to: Stars by Dubstars

God, I need a life. I've jus eaten dinner and am feeling totally sch-mucked for the moment.

Some how the idea of starting work tomolo doesn't seen to appeal to me as much as before.
Yups, people, my previous gig at Arran Aromatics is dunzo.
Apparently, its closing down, but ahwell. What was that adage again, about one window closes, another opens? I'll be working in this boutique called Gigileblon, at the Icon. Plssss.. go visit already!

Overlook the strange name, cos the clothes are quite cool. Its all about rocking the Brazilian, sensual yet chic style. I love the low cuts on the tops, but apparently I heard that its alil too much for us local chicks. They do have nice stuff if you want clubbing gear. :)
Its also has Abercombie and Fitch skirts and shirts, if u dig a more casual look.

~~

I'm sooooooo down. Justin had food-poisoning today, and I swear jus one day not seeing each other is already driving me insane. Its strange all right. When you're with him almost 24/7, it does not really seem to matter. But suddenly I keep thinking about kisses, hugs and making out and ahem...much more...

ARGGHH! Baby!!!! get well already! *pulls out hair in distress*

Shut up. I am NOT needy hor.

2006-06-08T21:26:00.000+08:00

I have this theory.

Perhaps Singapore Idol is not just mere a competition of how singing talents in our little sunny island battle it out; but rather..its more on how they're trying to prove how they top each other by showing how they CANNOT sing. It was a grotesque affair last night, let me just tell u that.

I was THIS close to mutilating my ears in the bid to save my sanity from em' ruckus.
~~~

Anyway, I digress. Here's this lil gem in the rough that I stumbled at North Bridge Road, The Icon.

The Icon is this whole new shing-dig that earnest fashionistas and the hard-core bargain hunter might wanna look out for. SIX whole floors of fashion, technnos and bling-blings goodness, there's bound to be a shop or two that'll catch your attention (not to mention your wallet). Stuff comes from countries like Brazil, Hong Kong, US and Australia..

Anyhow, I wanna talk about my new favourite store called Nitty Gritty.

Aptly named, if I may say so myself. After all, we girls are certainly one who fuss over the nitty gritties of everything, and wats more when it comes to wat we adorn. The mistress of this cool lil hip utopia is Grace, who truly knows her stuff. The feel of the shop is ecklectic and sweet and girly with a twist, which happens to be just like how I dig most of my wardrobe. It carries snazzy tops, Sienna-Miller inspired shorts and lace blouses, if your going for the Victorian look.

**Another thing to look for; its freaking BARGAIN CRATE! It has some really cute cotten slogan tees and chic skirt. Did you know I bought like 30 bucks worth of stuff on my first visit?! lol..and I jus had my eye on this chic blue tweed skirt today...

Also, dun forget to check out the bags and acessories. The bags kinda reminicesnt of Tomato Can's, but more personalised and way funkier. Lace, trim and all sorta materials you can think of to make the ultimate arm candy. :) Just one is enough to dress up a drab outfit. Patchwork has never been that cool til now, if you ask me.

Kudos to Grace's effort on her accessories..of which MOST are actually HAND-MADE by her. I,being a person of extremely low patience know exactly how difficult it is to piece jus 1 together. They range from simple mis-matched ear-studs (A must-have) to elaborate brooches and hair clips.
To die for, come on. Say it with me.

well, thus ends my report. Stay tuned for more updates! :)

2006-05-29T22:32:00.000+08:00

Listening to: Hips dun lie by Shakira

Ok.

I'm like a grossly, terrible girlfriend. Wishing came late and as usual, my social planning was procrastinated and sucked. But we still had a outrageous nightout with our motley crew of a guestlist, Gigi, Jingwen and Carl at the Balcony. Drinks were amazing, and I dig the names of the shooters bigtime.

hehe, nudgenudge.

But I still love him the most. To Justin, otherwise known as my periodical punching-bag, my sugar-didi, my push-over for more than a few mood swings, my shoulder to cry on...

My better half. I love u baby. :)

Happy 18th Birthday!

THANK YOU GOD, U ARE FINALLY LEGAL SO I CAN START DOING ILLEGAL STUFF TO YOU!!! muahhahaha...

2006-05-06T00:54:00.000+08:00

Listening to: Time after time by Eva Cassidy

Well, this is the first time I'm blogging without having a clear concise idea of an entry but ah well. People did say tht spontaenity is a spice of life, so here I am. Its far too early for me to sleep at the moment, considering that tomolo is GE day and (yippee!) thus spared from slogging for four hours at the store doing intensive house-keeping. Believe me, I love the job..but NOT to that extent. XD

I'm so packed for the whole of tomolo...first up; my aunt's birthday at my place followed by Sherry's birthday treat in the evening. Its so overwhelming, but yet at the same time i totally welcome the extracurriculars.
Lately I feel i'm losing my fun wild partying touch...and am slowly but surely dwindling into a frigid ol' boring hag. sigh..such is the life of working in the retail. *catches self* AND yes, there I go again.

Anyhow, I'm pretty esctatic. Got pay and commisision all in the same date! And had to go splurge on a pair of gorgeous and (alas!) pricey green vintage heels with gold ribbon trimmings. and of course the quintessential prezzies.

I'm jus prayin for the impossible miracle of a million dollars jus dropping into my lap. Oh rite about this moment. :P

2006-04-30T22:32:00.000+08:00

listening to: Stan by Eminem

Today was certainly a field day for the election parties here at Simei. Round and round the estate, the opposition party kept blaring non-stop in a pick-up truck. I being a swa-gu, was like gawking at them like a moron.
Around much later in the evening, PAP entourage actually visited our flat and I even got to shake hands with our Deputy Prime Minister, Mr Jayakumar! hehe, hows tht for a close encounter? :)

Anyhow, I digress. After sitting infront of the telly, watching DaChangJing for NINE godammit hours, I totally feel tht my brain has curdled into Chinese tofu.
I am offically a Tofu-head, as I've coined it. Curse Korean melodramas and my stupid addiction to it. *frowns*

Anyhow, I'll be quitting my job by the end of May. It has been the catalyst of both happy and sad times. Despite the bitchfights and long hours of facing, as Sam has so eloquently put it; 'utterly idiotic customers'. A select few with hearing problems, I might add. BUT, then again.. thats how retail is.
Anyhow, anybody want 30% discounts on the products come visit asap k? I'll recommend u guys the more *bang-for-yr-buck* products.

well, gonna toddle off for now. I miss YOU, beyotches. ;P

2006-04-17T00:41:00.000+08:00

Listening to: Yi Ge Ren Sheng Huo by Some sexy sounding taiwanese singer

I nicked a few CDs from my shop to download in my lappie, cos the lack of new songs is slowly but surely killing me. Hopefully by the time I've finally consolidated a nice j-boxie of songs, I'd have saved up enough to get myself the Ipod Nano (Black) I've been lusting after all this while.:/

The new school term draws near, and it seems tht like 3/4 of our class will be in the April intake. I'll miss most of them, but yet at the same time I think I welcome the refreshing change. Yes, i say tht with a touch of bitter-sweet sadness. The boyfren will be in it, whereas I'll be in the August one. What little time we have together wil be cut even further, but I guess Ican't do much either.
I wish I had the energy to pull an ultimatium a la Diva but I know better. The doubt of a lasting reationship hovers in my thoughts, even more frequently as of late. But I guess its key to have more faith.

And I think... i may be back to retail therapy in the-not-quite-so-distant future. Jeepers.

2006-04-13T23:13:00.000+08:00

Listening to: God is a DJ (i love tht song. :) its kicks ass. )

Ok, i think I may be somewat of a hypocrite. :P:P

*refer to previous entry*
I finally succumbed to my urge of shopping, again. Somemore ah, i did TWO purchases in the same day. Fucking kick in the head; I think I totally max-ed out my powercard for the day. Which means another two weeks of surving on bread, water and sympathetic donations.(I'm only half-joking bout the last one peeps.)

My item of sinful indulgence: this gorgeous pair of brown and pink, pointed toe-covered heels from VNC ($29.90). I am a total VNC fan, and whenever I see a dream pair..i hasten to grab it. Trust me, their designs run out fast. Last time I hesitated about this creamy kitten-heels, it was lost to me forever.

It was hilarious at the Raffles branch, thanks to monkeys Halim and Ras. Met up with Kate initially to jus have lunch and pass her the VCDS for her movie marathon with a certain someone. *ahem* And then a few hours later, I found myself rolling in helpless laughter erstwhile gawking at Ras walking in Kate's high-hills. Lets jus say that a mountain gorilla sashaying has more grace than he does. LOL!

2006-04-11T22:46:00.000+08:00

How do u guys take to shopping at branded retailers?

Guess, Zara, Mango, Converse, Charles & Keith, Forever 21... The list goes on.

I still dun get, no matter how much my 'specific group' of frens try to chant into me. Wat the hell is soooo great about a brand? All it emcompasses is the idea of fabulosity by a specific design(er). Or perhaps that its cool to trot about with a branded emblem across your clothes. Hmm.
And yet all I understand from that is... that people these days have no creativity. No sense of individuality, and everyone everywhere will prolly be indistinguishible adorning the identical Mango top or that age-old slogan tee from Hula and Co.

I dun shun brands, but I personally think that there is more fun in venturing to flea markets and downtown shops; like Bugis Village and Haji Lane, scouting out the best finds and paying only a mere fraction of wat u would pay for a brand. You save money, u get the stuff u want, and it is a HELL LOTTA FUN when u go bargain shopping with yr best girl-frens.

Or best guy frens. Thts if they have a penchant for shoppping too. Not to mention u gain a great workout jumping from one place to another.

I love bargain-hunting. And I think tht its the person that wears the clothes, and not the other way round. Brands are just a 'myth'. I think coolness stems from self-actualization and self-confidence; and believe me when u feel good about yourself, u feel and look a million bucks even if u stroll down Orchard Rd in your old tattered jeans and oversized sweater.

Cheers and air-kisses, my darlings. ;)

2006-04-05T21:49:00.000+08:00

Saw a picture of Spiderman 3 in Black. Looks promising.

Work today started off with a horrid note. L.B, otherwise known as the pregnant collegue, was acting up again. Over a disagreement of who lent who cash and the usual 'she-told-me-tht-u-said-this-behind-my-back', and subsequently spiralled down to a totally immature bitchfest. Then, again...whats new? Its like expected, I mean come on, this is retail line after all.

Then again. It is FUCKING getting on my nerves.

2006-04-02T00:44:00.000+08:00

Listening to: The me of you (Stairway to Heaven OST)

Argh, the gaming bug has bitten me hard and I'm currently at the point that if I dun finish my current feitish A.K.A Fatal Frame III, I can jolly well look forward to a many sleepless nights. I just came back from a 6 hour long PS2 marathon from Carl's place.
Today was certainly odd; where my gaming need reigned supreme and making-out became secondary, a distant memory. :P

F-F: Final Fantasy. BBBLLLEEEHHH!

so last century.

F-F: Fatal Frame. *knowing grin* Now we're talking.

To those who have not yet discovered the joy of gaming, be it PS2, Xbox or com... Fatal Frame may perhaps be one of the more distinguishable and adrendaline-pumping games that has been created up to date.
It steers clear from maniacal chain attack killings, like CS, Halo and Warcraft. Wearing out thumbs are really not my thing, and neither is mindless slaughtering. It is RPG(role-playing) and it takes heart. The story plot is one that is long and intriguing, tho sometimes gets monotonous, still makes u wanna find out more.

In a nutshell; fatal frame and its predecessors focus round a severly haunted location (in this case, III is a mansion) and the idea is to find out the whole idea of the story. As u explore deeper into the annals of it, u are armed with an ancient camera which u have to take pictures of the spectures to eliminate them. On top of that, u have to navigate yr way out of a series of confusing mazes and countless rooms.

Fatal Frame III rocks. Period. The graphics were nothing short of spectacular, which was nothing surprising from other works of Jap animators. What I liked about this was the characters were able to move considerable fluidly; tho when attacks rained, it was somewhat cumbersome to dodge or evade.

Anothing to rave is the sound effects and the angles of POV . GOOD LORD were they scary; from the haunting lullably of the 'Sleeping Priestess' to the heart-stopping thumping cacophony as u approach to a high-level ghost. Loved it tht when ever a hostile apparition starts to appear, lines and blurring of the scene happens, like from an old movie. Adds much to the authencity of the game.
The POV angling was flawless; unlike Final Fantasy and etc, it cuts from many different points, such tht as u are playing it seems tht u are also watching a horror movie at the same time. It does just stop at a single position and constantly switches so as to give clearity for attacks and better viewing.

But its definitely not for the faint-hearted. The boyfren was kinda momentarily traumatised after, so yeah.

hee...anybody willing to sponsor me a PS2 anytime soon? :P:P:P

2006-03-30T23:24:00.000+08:00

Listening to: 1st track of Initial D soundtrack

Its great to work with a collegue who is on the same frequency as you most of the time. :)

I love you Kate. Hope you get better from your nasty flu and cough tho.

Plus, i have pretty cool glittery purple nails, thanks to Gigi and her Missha nail-polish. :D

Work was as usual fun. Lotsa crapping and harmless gossiping, making out in the ever so convenient store-room. I nearly had a cardiac-arrest yesterday when I realised that FIFTY bucks was missing from the till!! Turns out, tht Kate kinda forgot to replace the cash tht she changed from the bank. Tsk. Tsk.

I'm still kinda bummed out that I haven't been able to hang out and do some serious shopping lately. Come april... hopefully I'm gonna be able to catch up with old frens and lost times. Am planning to spend this Saturday with the boyfriend and Carl; in the name of PS2 marathons, KFC home deliveries and a need to level-up my MapleStory character. (yeah, i know. I am addicted to tht goddamn cutesy wutesy game.)

Argh. I FFFeeeeelLLLlllllll the need to get a cable to upload pics i took!!!! (hehe, forgot to say tht i have finally switched frm my ohbiang Nokia phone to a sweet Panasonic Vs2 with 1.3 mega-pix camera.)

SUCKS bigtime not being able to photo-whore.

2006-03-27T21:15:00.000+08:00

I jus happened to notice, that the big field in the middle of my estate's carpark is undergoing construction.
It seems, tht the town council has decided, upon its 'better judgement' that a street soccer enclosure and an enlargement of the parking area is more important than having a soothing vast patch of nature.
Goodbye lush yonder; Goodbye to lil children frolicking carefreely, elderly matches of cricket and even loud, foul-swearing football matches between foreign workers.

And they call Singapore a 'Garden City'.

Really, go figure.

2006-03-04T00:32:00.000+08:00

I now fully understand the price to pay for vanity ran amok.

I am now dubbed, officially AND unofficially the Unibrow Girl, thanks to a REALLY unfortunate incident with collegues who do not understand the meaning of trimming my stray brow strands. Any sympathetic gifts of fake eyebrows or pirate eye-patches are most welcome. Sniggering and witty remarks of course, are NOT.

Excuse for a moment while I continue to keel in my grief tht is the loss of my facial hair.

Tomolo's the deadline for Grad Proj, and needless to say today I was the equivalent of a mad woman, screaming at anyone and everyone in an attempt to vent my frustration of not really knowing what to type and the suckiness of having a slow processing computer. Laptop, watever la. But now its settled, I'm at peace again. :P

Breathe now, u may.

Justin and I watched Big Momma's House 2 at Bugis today. Wasn't all that fantastic as opposed to its tantalising trailer, but I guess its all in the publicity magic. The jokes were a lil predictable and contrived at times, but Martin Lawrence's performance was excellent. Altho I can say tht the whole running down the beach while donning on a piss-yellow spandex swimsuit when you're like 1000 pounds is an eye-opener thru and thru. Worth a watch at least.

ok, gonna go grab wat remainin few winks I have till tomolo's work. adieu.

2006-02-28T22:16:00.000+08:00

Listening to: Are you gonna be my girl by Jet

Hello pretty ppl of the world!

Dunno wassup with me at the moment, feeling kinda Earth Child-ish (read: "Make love not war' hippie) and am having strange tendencies of lunging and hugging everyone with a pulse. Lol, doesn't help either that a funky tune is playing at the moment, which seems to spur on my currrent euphorical self. MUahahha!

I miss u guys in school, YES...even u guys whom I know say stuff behind my back and those who think I'm plain weird. Classes was ALWAYS a blast regardless of which mod it was, and I'm truly suffering withdrawals from those happy happy times.

Remember our first awkward/spastic formal meeting? Geesh, i guess the lecturers really ought to be specific on what they meant by 'formal wear'. I DO NOT fancy looking some like kooky air stewardess, thank you very much. :P

And remember TPSW? *Hot-shit* Naidu and his irrepressable chest hair that I think, secretly kept some of us ladies all hot and bothered. Its ok dearies, u can deny aaalllll u want. His class was perhaps the only class tht did saw a full attendence at every lesson.

ARGH~~I can't take it la! I'm feeling all high and chirpy tht I'm getting on everyone's nerve in this household, especially MINE.

Work tomolo, but I'm hopefully optimistic about it. Kate is a really cool fren to have, and there's always a internal party goin on in the store. Cannot wait for payday, and I certainly hope tht Fran and I can hold stoic to our $$$-saving resolutions.

Oh endorphins, u can be such a cruel thing.

2006-02-26T16:01:00.000+08:00

Listening to: Photographs by Nickelback

Well, its a pretty nice long Sunday afternoon, great excuse of a day to really chill and catch up with the happenings. Work is a paradox; it has been both eventful AND uneventful.
So much bitching and politics among the colleagues, but that again I guess that is to be expected. Mom says tht this is truly how the real working life is like.

Great...jus another cherry to add to my already overflowing plate.

Anyhow, while updates are slow and little, I do have to say tht the products we're retailing are really pretty good. I would recommend the:

-Evening Primrose Body Soap and Body Lotion
-Aloe Vera Body Soap and Body Lotion
-Enriching Fern Body Cream
-Lavender and Lemongrass Conditioning Shampoo

I think my retail addiction is starting to kick in again. As the old adage goes, 'old habits die hard.'
Damn right it does.

Crap. Mom's a-yelling again. Whats new?

2006-02-17T01:41:00.000+08:00

Long day it has been, but thanks to baby, Willy and Ken for dropping by my workplace to end my day more spectacularly. :)
Though of course, we could have really done with out the eau de toilette spray-fight and the constant harassment of our store's decor bath-tub (courtesy of Ken).
And NO, I dun think they're gonna sell it to you either. lol!

Marche dinner wasn't too shabby either.Weiner was monstrously long and delicious..*licks lips sensually* And we definitely shld have more crazy chill-outs at Starbucks...wat with 'orgy-drinking' and 'the self-proclaimed abstract artworks'. Whahaha.

Tomolo marks yet another long NINE freaking hours of stoning, and more fragrant hell.
Plus, bitchy supervisor gonna test me whimsical-nonsensical stuff and I'm now feeling as shagged as hernia balls.

Sleep calls and I'm off to answer. Later, alligator.

2006-02-14T23:51:00.000+08:00

Well, V-day was pretty much a-ok.
My first Valentine actually celebrated with a date. I think thats worth a smile eh? :)

I still can't believe we had dinner at LJS due to the over-congestions in various restaurant outlets. Back home early cos of work tomolo, and all I can say is the supervisor is a bitch in every sense of the word. But I'll keep in mind the gorgeousity of the pay-check, and I say SUCK IT UP.

Sigh. Love to all of y'all out there.

2006-02-09T13:34:00.000+08:00

I think its a monumental moment when I switched from looking for part-time jobs to full-time ones. Never liked the arduously long working hours nor the mundane locations, but all I can say is when you're desperate, anything goes.

So began my first job-hunting with elder cousin yesterday.
There'd been one shop in particular that I was pretty keen on getting its 'Sales Associate' position, so I applied. It caught me by surprise when the supervisor herself popped out from behind me, and gave me an impromptu interview there and then!
But nervous as I was, I think I held myself pretty ok.

And the next thing I know, she calls me TODAY and tells me I got the job. Go figure. :)

But though I'm gonna enjoy the extra cash flow, the hours are a lonnngg bitch and I prolly won't be able to see my baby as often as I wish. I guess thats wats really bothering me at the moment. AND to think Valentine's Day is just around the corner. That jus plainly sucks.

PS: I'm glad you're not going to give up on her, old friend. You have my full support as always, you know who u are.. ;)

2006-02-07T12:57:00.000+08:00

Screw me. Not literally of course.

I cleanly forgot Riz-babe's birthday on Feb 1st! *proceeds to pull wat little remaining hair out* No wonder I felt like I was forgetting something when Feburary rolled by so innocuously. ARGH!!

Anyhow, hope its not too late. Happy 18th, Riz Jolie! Here's to my funniest friend who loves to talk crap like/with me, as much as I do. So sorry it slipped my mind. Love and hugs always...
and update your blog more often hor!

BTW...i have a new love in my life now. hehehe.

All shall be revealed in due course, of course. :D

2006-02-07T00:11:00.000+08:00

Listening to: Die Another Day by Madonna

'The Thomas Crown Affair' is surely one of the sleekest and smoothest heist-films I've ever watched. The ever gorgeous loin-stirring Pierce Bronsnan and Renee Russo stars in it, and man do they have chemistry. Thank Channel 5 for showing it. :)

Ok, peeps..jobless as i STILL am, Tess has informed me that there's a number of openings for helpers for the Singapore Fashion Week. If wat I've written in the Motorola Black Fashion Show entry is anything to go by, I think you guys should grab this opportunity. Worth the eye-opening and freebies, not to mention hot models and getting a chance to *manhandle* the clothes that most of us prolly never have the dough to buy. :P:P

So any takers, text me or message me on MSN. Or any other forms of communication that you oh-so brillant minds can come up with. lol...

AND...if any one of u guys can land me a proper temp job, I'll be ever soo grateful. thanks!

2006-01-26T15:15:00.000+08:00

People, I need a pick me up fast otherwise I'm gonna start pontificating like Pink with her ass on fire.
So far, Chinese New Year has gotten me nothing more than the influx of exams (pfft, but thats to be expected eh?), constant not-so pleasant reminders from my mom I am to do the honours for toilet-cleaning and my bank account is soooo in the red, I think I've invented a whole new shade.

Thank you, World.
~~~
Lol, that was an entry I typed jus days before the CNY, and I'm a changed person. With the suckiness comes the highs that make up for it.
And weakened as I may from the ever so common fever and flu combo, here I am back again to make tht customary entry on our hallowed Chinese Festival. Really have to cut down on the gluttony.

Lunar New Year, wats there not love, really?
You give your most radiant smile, sprout a well-wish or two (and mean it of course) and a well-anticipated red packet in exchange for your efforts. Not to mention the usual goodies of Bak Kua, chocolates and fizzy drink. Given the running risk of putting on that dread pounds during this festive season, but thank goodness for accelerated metabolism rate. Ok, ppl hate me if you must. :P:P

Another reason to love it? New clothes..a new wardrobe! Shoes and bags and all those other little 'sweeties' that make a girl look as sweet as she is. Uncle Meng gave me his WHOLE DIABLO game set!! Still reeling from the surprise, I'm trying to figure how I'll play it on a lap-top.

And trust me, frantic navigating a game character with a touchpad is total suicide. Not to mention u end up with a sore thumb jus a few mins into the game.

Plus, can't wait to hit post-CNY sales tomolo with the girls; crossing my fingers tht it won't be too crowded since there's the Chingay celebrations going on.

Better put on me best weekend shoes. ;)

2006-01-22T23:21:00.000+08:00

Listening to: She's so high by Tal bachan

Once, a long time ago(actually not that long)... I had a secret fantasy of wanting to be a model. Yeah I know. Like that's ever gonna happen thanks to my 'shortie-chronosomes' but hey a girl can dream. But ah well.

No words can describe The Motorola Black Fashion Show. It was all that I had expected and even more. From 11.30am all the way to late at night, it was nonstop fussying bout. Four brands that were represented: Hansel, Nicholas, Mizu and Baylene; and they had some of the sleekiest cuttings and designs as far as haute couture goes. (I later found out that some of the outfits I had been 'manhandling' cost more that $300!! *faints*)
But of course, the prices weren't the only things that sent my poor ol' heart palpitating like a bloody jack-hammer.

Being the noob that I was, I had no idea what the job scope of a dresser consisted. So when Joanna and Katya (the two towering, exquisite models that I was in charge of) just stripped to their birthday suits, I was the epitome of a bumbling idiot. Literally la.

I mean, come on! Gorgeous babes with boobs the size of my head, thrusting themselves infront of me to be changed at the speed of light. And I'm a GIRL. I really wonder how those male professional dressers handle it. *takes hat off and salute*
But after a while, I got pretty used to it. Tho I was really lousy at kept screwing up (I wore Joanna's pants the wrong side for her; Katya's necklace got entangled in her hair! Cringes with utmost embarrassment.) And it was a crazyass success at the end..definitely worth all the trouble. :)

Plus, my baby specially came down to see me. so sweet...i love u darhling. The Mac dinner and long walk around nowhere in particular was really a romantic way to end the fantastic day. lol!

Not to mention I made a few cool frens like Sarah from TP Design and Drew from well..i dunno. :P There was even this guy, I SWEAR, who was like J. Alexander from AMerica's Next Top Model? He was also a professional trainer for catwalking, and man, did he make those black bejeweled heels work! ANd..this bloody tall Caucasian male model who kept pretending he couldnt see us cos he was like 1.9m tall?! lol...I threatened to cut 'his' with my scissors.

I even pestered Drew to get me one of their Bobbi Brown goody bags! I love goody bags. ^^
~~~

Phew. Three down and jus 1 more to go. JNB was a nerve-wrecker today and I'm more than relieved its over. Then its ang-pow collecting, spa, manicures, shopping spree and making-out galore.

2006-01-19T00:42:00.000+08:00

Listening to: Don't wanna miss a Thing by Aerosmith

Ha! The irony. As in, the now that I'm supposed to be mugging my brains out for the PR paper, but Caylynn and I agree that strange as it seems; we seem to be slacking away tho the worry is there. Hmm..wonder when I'll ever outgrow my slothy ways and childish impulses (of which most of my brethen will prolly answer that with a resounding 'NEVER' followed by loud and obnoxious laughter.)

Am thinking of going for a Spa and manicure, ending with dinner on Fri with the girls. I'm having second thoughts tho. Sucks majorly when you wanna go places but am held by punitive financial barriers. (read: my sad, sad cash flow). I BLOODY HELL NEED A JOB. PRONTO!!

(No guesses why I'm especially looking forward to CNY this year too. :P)

Speaking of which..I'll be working at DXO this coming Sat. The Black Fashion Carnival; to be exact and many thanks to Tess for the job. Its a one-time thing, and tho the pay isn't all that fantastic, I'm hoping the fashion show will make up for it. Lord knows how much I dig this sorta glitzyglamour stuff.
SO~~~ here's my plea again. Any part-time jobs or one-time assignment lobangs u loves out there have, do count me in k? Desperado here.

Sleepy blogger off to LalaLand for now. nite!

2006-01-16T20:23:00.000+08:00

Oh watever la.

I've mugged just about enuff for the dreaded TVRP papers, tomolo.

Guess soundbytes, camera equipment and FTAs are not my cup of tea.

I'll leave everything into God's hands. *prostrate on floor in silent prayer* yikes//

Now...just in time to cash in on the whole Memoirs of A Geisha.

A trailer with a "twist"...if you will. Hold onto your sanity, really.

2006-01-14T16:56:00.000+08:00

Listening to: Bad Day by Daniel Powter

I think I'm a truly horrible organiser. lol, been rushing tons of stuff the past week but fortunately managed to get Mena's 21st birthday surprise back on track. It was just ridden with near-misses, last minute changes and even a couple of times that I nearly gave the game away.
Damn my mouth. Ah well..

Thus, I'll just let the pictures do the pictures do the talking. Courtesy of my brudder Chris, whose Motorola camera has successfully made us look as white as pontianaks. A gathering of ghouls? Ha!

The whole gang at Swensens (Crown Prince Hotel); with special guests Hanhui and Eka. Bon appetit!

The VIP (Very Impertinient Princess. lol, jokin la!) makes her choice of meal. Some pasta-seafood thingie? haha.. crayfish, i think.

NOT even gonna give Sherry a piece of mind when the VIP feeds her. hee~

Loverboy here gets a piece too. But sexy, it aint... ^^

Chris, otherwise known as boyfren to Menaka and Brudder to moi. Totally taking in the moment eh? *nudgenudge*

Of course... I can't forget about the mastermind-ress herself, can i?

Aww...now's not a time to get embarrassed! Note: I bought the purple tiara from Toys R Us. Nice yeah?

Chillin' and pimpin' in the ever chic Indochine (Wisma Atria). Which was the second part of the surprise. //

Nocturnal babe. Single and Allllllll so available, guys...

Bathed in her birthday glow...she shines like a star. :)

As for me? I'm always glowing what!! lol...

And that marks the end of our late night Orchard escapade. Boy, can't I wait for Sherry and Justin's birthday...and more of the craziness to come!

2006-01-11T17:43:00.000+08:00

Oh man. I just realised that Olivia Goldsmith, proud author some of the best novels such as First Wives Club, had actually passed on due to a blotched plastic surgery. Scary, and sad.

And speaking of which, a distant grand-aunt of mine(maternal) had recently passed on too. Its a pity that I wasn't close to her, but am going to pay my last respects, with my family, later. And then it suddenly hits you, that as cliched as it sounds; life is indeed fragile and precious. I begin to panic a little, when I calculate how much I've time I have to spend with loved ones and friends before I meet the Big Guy Up There. lol...

But we do what we all can I guess. coughMADMADPARTYcough// :P

When it rains, it certainly pours. The last few days saw nothing but me scurrying frantically for cover just when I thought it was once again safe to come out. Sky's being tempermental, and the streets are filled with uniformed students, heads bowed from the drizzle. Men and women briskly walking with a vivacious assortment of brollies. And the young babes, oblivious to all, in their light steps and prances on pools of a grayed sky.
But that's not saying that I hate the weather, I like sunny and rainy days equally. I think there's some sorta contemporary beauty about them. Just depends if one can look beyond dark clouds or the blinding light to see it.

And oh btw, Claire's latest entry has a somewhat nostalgic poem by Robert Frost that I really like. Please do check that out. :)

Ok. I think I just had enough of sentimentality on my side. Back to pragmatism and unromantic-ness; the week's flying past and I haven't even touched my TVRP book. Exams are next week, and countless pages to survive thru. *cringecringeCRINGE*

Let the mad rush begin.

2006-01-08T18:04:00.000+08:00

Yesterday was prolly the first b'day I celebrated this new year, and damn was it done in all insane glory. *big scheming grin*
Despite it was raining like nobody's business, and how we still managed to barbeque food was a miracle; it was bloody fun and hilarious. He might have tot he had the upper hand when he pulled out two cans of faux snow spray, but we knew better. He a loner, while we a team! (lol, not in order of merit; Moi, Justin, Elsa, Germaine, Jasmine, Simin and KorEn!)

Birthday boy here was soaked from head to toe in coke and F&N (orange), and I'm proud to say that i gave the finishing touches. Flour for a dollar!

hehe...cheap alternative. And full of damaging power ok!

Happy 26th Birthday, David! Haha..from your *third wife*!

2006-01-06T20:52:00.000+08:00

Forget about seeing NYE pics anytime soon cos its been tough uploading it on laggy software and Sherry's been a lil busy lately. sigh.

So just a few quick hits before I hit the cleaning supplies. (mom's a-nagging to do the bloody chores.)

Today has been awfully weird, in a majorly sucky way. I got told off by some know-it-all Auntie at a nearby coffeeshop cos apparently, I *disgraced my family's honor* by playing with my boyfriend. Ok, so maybe it was more on the aggressive side since i was pretty much widening the holes on his already weathered shirt. :P

But how that applies to DISHONOURMENT is waaaay beyond me. Geesh, given that we are still in a chinese-culture/thinking orientated society, though its the 21st century. You may argue that we're being to influenced by the West, but I beg to differ. Mindsets and ideas change with every given generation, and we can't all be sticks-in-the-muds. So WTH was wrong with giggling and harmless fooling around with a loved one?
I'm pretty discerning, and I know this was my fault to an extent. But the way she said it jus pissed the shit outta me.

The last time I checked; I wasn't a sleazy figure who slept around and deserved all condemnation offered. I wasn't some loose homicidal nutcase who killed children in their sleep. So who the hell gave her the right to pass judgement and and speak to me in some condescending tone, complete with a sneering look.

Pig. Since calling her a bitch would actually mean she has smarts.

AND, not being vindictive or anything..but she was a walking fashion disaster. A fluffy pink sweater, rainbow rubber scrunchie and too-tight jeans with sandals. I never expected a colour-challenged Xu ChunMei clone to lecture me on propriety. Woah. Havoc sia.
~~~
Coincidentally, I met an old pri classmate of mine, Eekawat. Boy has he cleaned up since out schooling years. Great catching up with the old times when he told me about a fellow pri schmate, and I was blooooowwwnn away.

At the ripe old age of 18, she is currently married and has 1 child to her name. Good lord. I'm not judging her predicament, jus really shocked. Cos we used to be hi-bye frens, and she really didn't strike me as the sorta person to get into this sorta stuff. She was meek somewhat, and used to have a crush on Eekawat here. But....

Looks like time has eluded us when we weren't looking. And look where we are now.

Now, is that a good or bad thing?

2006-01-02T14:59:00.000+08:00

Yup... That's pre-NYE glow for you. :)

Will continue with the photo-whoring after 'darhling' Sherry (left) sends me the rest of the pics.

2006-01-01T23:35:00.000+08:00

Listening to: Hollaback Girl by Gwen Stefani

What a year 2005 has been. I dun really know where to start about the things, events, changes and experiences I've been thru. I think most ppl have crammed their last entry for the year, whereas I was prolly slacking my ass off, thinking where to celebrate the countdown.
Not tht I'm one to follow trends tho. Something along the lines of less messy (No thanks to fanatical faux snow sprays and party ribbons, not to mention drunk ppl in general), and more fun (think light booze, groovy music and crazy dance moves.)

Sadly, the gang was not complete. Ling vacationing in KL and Claire aka fellow huckle-berrier was snugly playing mahjong somewhere in Mandarin Hotel. But glad to say...we still had a helluva fun in the dying hours of the old year^^

Met up with Mena, Sherry, Tessalyn, Tiba (Mena's sis), Giva, Sharini, and the boyfren at Orchard about 7-ish. Trooped down to Yoshinoya (I know, not really choice place for glamourous dinner) whereby my two darlings revealed my surprises:

1. Mena REBONDED her hair!! Ok, before you guys say what the big deal is, HAVE you seen her hair? Its beyond maggie-mee curly, or Shirley Temple sorta curly! Unruly and uninhibited, like the epitome of 'flaming passion'. I reckon the rebonding machine must have broken after the session was done. :P:P
*Ok lah, da. Jus joking! you know how much I dig it by the amount of ogling I gave u yesterday. lol!
2. Justin didn't forget my Anniversary and Christmas afterall! The amazing necklace from Fie Japan that I always wanted had blown me away, but then came the engraved ring. OMG, I think its the most beautiful thing I've recieved this year. I think I would have teared in front of everyone but I guess the fear of runny mascara was more intimidating. Thanks darhling..love you. :)

In the end, it was Cheeky Monkeys due to my underaged other, and thankfully frens were moe than understanding. I think they cleaned it up a lil, there was lesser smoke and erm, puke. But noticeably more police on the patrol.
There was even a Temporary Police Post stationed right in front of CM?! *cringes in guilt* Music was blessfully RnB all night thru, and boy do I worship the DJ. ^^ He's like Ruben Studdard, local. Everyone was looking hot and feeling it (literally) as we busted our voices yelling the countdown...

And thts how we rocked the whole nite thru the last of two-o-o-five. Farewell.
~~~

A few high-points of this 365 days. Definitely the most lifechanging year under my notch of 18. I have:

- a cute boyfren. Thank god, spinster-in-making no more. Still in progress. :P
- great frens for life. Mena Claire Fran Ling Chris Sherry...love y'all!
- the best birthday ever, and that's definitely a first.
- spent more $$$ than I ever did before in my last few living years. Go powercard!!
-clubbed more than before. Yesh, noob here...but not anymore. *grins*
- learnt to love myself and dare to be loud, individualistic, different...me.

damn, why does this sound like some friggin award-acceptance speech?!

2005-12-28T18:58:00.000+08:00

Chris told me in class yesterday that genuine Louis Vuitton goods cannot be burnt by fire. Well, just a bit of smarts that I'd like to share with the world. :P

I digress. This whole week has been a total bitch of epic proportions, what with a mad rush of filming, editing, fanatical typing of pages-long essays, not to mention screwing yr brains out for a few decent powerpoint presentations. Tensions were definitely running high and with idiotic deadweights as groupmates, you know matters were not going to turn for the better any time soon.
I vow to endeavor to be more objective and harsh when it comes to choosing ppl to work with instead of worrying of friendships. It sure does not do any good to take all the hsit upon yr own shoulders when its a GROUP effort.

All I can hope for (earnestly and sincerely) is that we've all done a fair effort this far and that we're at least get the grades we DAMN right deserve. Argh. Tomolo's the deadline for Advertising project, and I'm thankfully half way thru. I have decided tht I like lecturer for said project as he is nice to throw us a curve ball this time round. Plus, his surname is Parasivanm (nicknamed Para) is even the name of an arcade game I play! Fate!

Ok. Hey I have a right to be *slightly* loopy after all I've been thru sia. LOL.

Yesterday was a lil deja-vu. Apparently, of reasons unknown, a *standoff* was unofficially issued in class. I dun think I need to sugarcoat it for the sake of fellow classmates that tune into this blog, but for politeness sake, I wont mention names. Personally, I think most of us, if not all, were behaving in very immature ways. Clustering into cliques, whispering conspiratively...geesh. Its pretty dumb to bad-mouth others and bitch about others behind their backs, and then go all innocuous in front of them.

I mean, dun be such a wimp. Hiding after all the shit you'v tried to spread about, isn't tht jus sooo last season? Kinda exasperated with this sorta crap, so I din bother ranting much, tho I couldnt say the same for my kakis-in-bitchin. Its just a whole vicious cycle.

But then again, looking it in a different light, perhaps it ain't that bad. Its times like these you get the chance to clearly distinguish between your true frens and frens tht jus hang around you for the superficial sake. And to those who truly stick by us, thanks. :)

~~~

Ooooooowww.

My leg is covered with bluish-black *oh-bah-kaks* from one too many skidding across icy floors. I think its karma for skipping Advertsing and JNB. :P

Went ice-skating today, with the boyfren, Carl and pretty Keren. Had tons of fun, especially watching our guys *TRY* to skate on the pooling ice. Fuji Ice Palace, sadly the ONLY skating rink in our lovely small island, was not big enough to satisfy me. Not to mention that the fee was pretty exorbitant and the fact tht there was just too many ppl crammed there to truly enjoy. And on man, the music selection was horrible... i mean come on. WHO THE HELL LISTENS TO JACKY CHEUNG while skating? Besides the average aunties and tai-tais that is.

But! Seeing how the boyfren kept falling flat on his face while attempting to outskate me, and Carl trying his very best to keep his balance for dear life whilst Keren looking on serenely was more than enough to make up for it. ^^ There were even a few "Winter Sonata" moments thrown in I think.. (not that I like the show. It's kinda long-winded.)

Ah well, verbal diahorrhea ends here. Till the next!

2005-12-25T04:08:00.000+08:00

Its been eons since I've waited for this to come. Though sadly I know I'm a tad to late to put up my WIsh List for *ahem* Santa-poo.

Ahwell.

And now that its finally here, jus wanna bid u all A Merry Christmas and the Bestest Tidings and Joy to all my loves. Rock on and Peace out!

You guys have fun now.. ;)

2005-12-21T20:57:00.000+08:00

Distant relatives chattering incoherently with family outside room.

Brain cells dying from lack of recuperation, sex, stress, and the abstinance from shopping retailers.

Nose is screwed like two hippos shoved up my nostrils and eyeballs seem like they wanna try bungee-jumping.

Bitched by former close fren a few moments earlier of incredulous reasons undisclosed.

Yup, greaaattt day we're having.

Oh, and by the way; a Happiest 18th Birthday to our friendly resident stoner, Jeremy!

Cheers...literally. ;)

2005-12-20T23:30:00.000+08:00

Its only beginning of the week and already I'm shagged beyond all human comprehension.

In just two days, I've rushed thru my PR project (3 papers and a Powerpoint), My TVRP proposal and still havent finished my Journalism stuff! What is with lecturers and unbelievably lengthy essays?! And to think they always say that Quality lords over Quantity, bloody bullshit. Today was just utter mayhem and pandemonium here in the local hell-hole. (read: freezing lecture room)
And then my throat has to go and feel like it jus got lacerated over and over again by a D&T file from yelling. Its really times like these that you seriously take homicide into consideration when you have Hulk-Hogan-dead-weights for your team.

It just sucks the bejesus outta ya, but wateva. Negative vibes, away I say.

Wat makes the whole scenario more fuck-worthy is tht you have a mother who is stressed and just loves to target you for the brunt of all her crap. Its jus a whole lot of crap for her to just ostracize me in my own family. I hate to say this, but I'm starting to find it harder and harder to believe that this was the very same woman that carried me for 9 months and gave birth to me.

And everyday I really wish I dun have to go home, always dreading the next biting comment or screaming insult. They say dun air your dirty laundry out in public (will someone TRY to get tht into Xiaxue's head?) but I guess bad-mouthing your own off-spring infront of relatives is her new past-time.

Apparently, I'm now deemed as a unfillial, money-sucking good-for-nothing, bumming about at home with nothing better to do, and cannot even afford to lift a finger to help her poor mother with stuff. Its only a matter of time tht the next aunt/uncle comes up to preach about something they haven't even bothered to heard both sides of the story.

But watever lah. Life's a biatch and then u go drown your sorrows in diet-pepsi.

Hey, at least u won't suffer the calories for it.

2005-12-17T23:00:00.000+08:00

Listening: Going under by Evanescence

Hospital visits at its best. The medicinal smells, sounds of beeping machines and alarm sirens and the occasional doctor/nurse scurrying back and forth. I went to visit my maternal grandma who had just been admitted into Tan Tock Seng a day earlier due to a growth in her colon. She had just undergone a surgery this morning.

My strong, resilient Grandma who was funky enough to wear bright purple nail polish, adventurous to learn a new language at her age, makes the BEST (I dare you to challenge me) chilli belachan and other dishes, and gives me all the love and support in the world. To see her lying on the hospital bed,swaddled in white cotton robes, looking so vulnerable and weak just broke my heart.
I looked away before any of my relatives noticed I teared up.

I guess it just things like this tht make u really think about life, and put a lot more stuff into perspective. Suddenly, going on dates and saving up for tht Denise Lassler bag you've been eyeing doesn't seem tht important after all.

Coincidentally, another two close dearies both have engagements with medical institutions currently, as do I. Sigh. Well, I guess the best tht we can do know is hang tight and pray for their fast and complete convalensce.

"Sweet raptured light, it ends here tonight." - My Last Breath, Evanescense

2005-12-14T21:49:00.000+08:00

Bleh. I feel like scraping my eyeballs out with a garden shovel.
My temporary contact lenses are being THE ultimate bitch, and its a wonder tht they haven't popped out of its sockets yet like some Happy Tree Frens episode.

Yet, I persist. My sloth and obstinance is really getting the better of me from day to day...

2005-12-11T13:06:00.000+08:00

What is with incessant, fucking irritating tunes like 'Mice loves Rice' and the Chicken Little Athem?! Argh... I think I can even hear it in my sleep. But enough all the bullshit and more of what happened the last few days.

Originally, a grandeur all-nighter, but then our core members couldn't make it and so it was Cheeky Monkeys on Fri with Mena, Chris and my boyfriend. Where booze and 'grandad-inspired' dance moves reigned supreme. Everywhere I looked, I saw a sarongpartygirl-wannabe, suck ass bar-top dancing and stonnnnned out girls throwing up on an already grubby floor.
It was very much worlds apart from the Club Momo that we went for Halloween, but we still had fun. A minor crisis arose, but was quickly settled, thanks to a vital can of lemonade. (amazing how sour stuff can help in sobering up.)

Kinda chilled out the rest of the night, gazing at the beautiful, ethereal lights at Clarke Quay. Warm arms and a 'economic' bottle of Green-apple Vodka, with great frens and naughty conversations. Damn, I swear we even got to see a G.A.Y couple making out!!!

*Ahem...*
~~~

And just a few mere hours later, I dragged myself up for the AnimeExpo at Tanah Merah! Lately it seems tht 24hrs are simply not enough, but ah well.
The cosplayers ranged from the amateurish ones, where u can see how a half-hearted effort went into the costume (there was a Misao costume tht looked kinda shabby); and then there were the really elaborate and intricate ones by pros. There was also this one particular Blood Trinity Royal gown tht seemed like it was weighed down by the yards of its sequins and french lace.

But all in all, I had a good time. Tho the entrance fee was daylight robbery ($12??!)and I blew off 20 bucks on stuff. Pretty nice for my first experience at a Cosplay convention. ^^
Can't wait for next year, where I shall hopefully be a part of the experience. I know making your own outfit is definitely gonna be a bitch, but ah well. At least I can openly be the photowhore tht I am. :P

Rented a few mangas to tide me thru the next few days. Laters.
~~~

2005-12-07T21:45:00.000+08:00

Listening to: Trouble by Pink

'Trouble is as trouble does.'

lol. Today was definitely not without its fair share of it, but I'm pleased to say tht it was settled pretty much with the right amount of love, care and support. Our idea of interviewing Daphne Khoo has been scrapped, but in its place a gorgeous 'brain-child' has been conceived!! Besides that, I stopped acting like a total irate BITCH after the first half of the day.
I think I was just being an effing tempermental jackass, and lets face it: asking me to play cold war for a whole day is like asking Ghandi to promote terrorism.

hehe. *sheepish*

I can't wait for Friday to come! Whilst everyone is preparing to party hard at Zoukout 2005, we have decided to take a more relaxed alternative, at ChinaBlack, safe from the glistening and humid human tsunami and sandy beaches. Given it may not be as happening as Zoukout, but its a hell lot more comfy (at least I reckon so.) The only thing now is how the hell are we gonna smuggle a certain underaged someone...

2005-12-04T00:54:00.000+08:00

Listening to: Do Something by Britney Spears

Was actually planning to write about the happy, blissful day spent at a dearest's aunt's house, but I have absolutely no mood nor desire to do so anymore. The last two days have the pissest days of the whole 'exciting' year, but I'm reluctant to speak about it.

Please ignore my absence of maturity and level-headedness in dealing with matters, that is ever so required in my 18 years of wisdom. *flips finger skywards*

As you may see, today ain't all merry and joyous for me either. I trudge home with a plastic bag in hand (read: cup-noodles) and only misery for company. Reached home to see the dark face of female parental unit, barking how I did not do my chores.
It doesn't seem to occur to her that her other offspring was free the last few days, doing just about nothing at home. Talk about unfairness. Talk about injustice. Honestly, I feel like screaming in her face and tearing the fucking roof off my house but its a bad idea cos I live in a HDB.

I'm not even gonna moan, groan and complain about it. In fact, mum's the word. (and on both counts, if you catch my drift). So yeah.

Humbug, world. @#$%^ humbug indeed.

2005-12-03T02:17:00.000+08:00

Listening to: Love at First Sight by Kylie Minogue

Nowadays, it seems tht 24 hours is simply not enough. How exactly does one cram eating, sleeping, bitching, Tv and christmas shopping in a whole day is simply outta this world. It was totally hilarious how my dear, dear babes tried to 'educate' me about stuff regarding the birds and the bees; and perhaps even more when we realised to our horror, our lecturer was sitting right next to us the whole time!!!! *jaw drops* lol, I digress.
Few minutes ago, I received news that the clubbing night might be called off, cos I dun wanna go party without my bestie. Totally bummed out as of now, but am thinking of ways to salvage the whole affair. Argh, why when a part of yr life starts taking off, another part of it falls spectacularly into pieces?

What worries me more, is the reason thats depressing her to the extent of her not being able to go for one of her fave activities. Well, if you're reading this, I hope you'll be able to take it easy and tell me about it soon k, love?

Too shagged to focus anymore, must regenerate for tomolo's.......

2005-11-29T02:06:00.000+08:00

Listening to: 100 years by Five for Fighting

I honestly wonder if I was given 100 years, would it be enough to rectify the pains and disappointments I had caused to people, and salvage the shadows of regrets in my past. A few days ago, I came home worn to the bone (to be expected, if you had been traveling all over the small island tht is Singapore), when a very saddening revelation surfaced to me. It pretty much spelled the end of a friendship I held dear, along with the cherished memories culminated throughout the year.
I guess thts to be expected in life. Its a rite of passage tht we all go through, and there's no way to please everyone. Bad blood still persists even if you try your best to steer clear from it; and malicious gossiping continues to seek your undesired company. Yet, it still saddens me whenever it happens. Life, a callous reality.

But... Thank you. To those who had stood by me when I was at my wretched lowest, listened to my pain and whinings, tolerated my craziness and took all of me. I love you guys, 'Miss She-Devil', 'Miss Huckleberry', 'Miss Cyanide'...and all the rest of whom you know who you are. A grateful hug and smile for making a bad day seem not so bad after all.

~~~

Met up with my fren Marsewi, who just came back from Australia for a visit. She looked radiant and pretty as ever, and I'm glad to see so. I even have spastic Neoprints to prove it. (Argh, but I curse the next person who bugs me to take cutesy-wutesy Japanese cartoons/animation-infused photos ever again. I look like a BLOODY moron in every shot, argh!)
By the way, I saw this really GORGEOUS fake Dior green shades for only $6.90!! I know, wth green?! But it was seriously hot, and the only thing that restrained me was the clubbing night with the babes on the 10th.

Why must I be so. Broke. (moth flies out of tattered wallet.) Sigh.

My feet, I swear, were about to die on me by the time I reached home. Whatever possessed me to wear cute shoes over comfy ones for a long day of trekking about, is waaayyy beyond me.
Blisters and sores galore; and I so deserve it. Ended the day with a pretty decent grilled chicken meal at the Bugis Cafe @ the Upstairs. Only $6.95 for a set meal; complete with the main course, soup and soft drink. :) If you ever pass by, do pop in to try. Its quite value for $$$.

PS: Dan, thanks for pain-stakingly sending me the 30-odd songs. I feel so bad! If we ever meet, drinks are on me. ;)

2005-11-25T17:06:00.000+08:00

Listening to: Tangled up in Me by Skye Sweetnam

The past two days have been a complete blur. Everything that started with a cancelled date with a fren and the latest Harry Potter movie. Non-stop fretting here and there, plus a lil bit of a life-changing moment thrown in...you guys dun really have a clue what I'm talking about eh? Lol..All the unresolved issues culminated of the months earlier suddenly made clearer, and I've learnt a 'few' new things too. haha~

Amazing what the split second of a surprised peck can lead too.

Jude Deveaux's 'Wishes' are truly a masterpiece. Pls go read it peeps. :)

2005-11-21T11:43:00.000+08:00

I amaze myself with my procrastination skills. It has, ultimately reached a new level. But ah well.
The World Cyber Games convention was a blast, despite knowing full well tht entering it was equivalent to stepping into a highly-charged testosterone fun-fair. Where boys mingled with the toys, and where their female counterparts sit in a corner sulking away. I think I was somewhere in the grey zone, *sheepish grin*

Headed down to Suntec City about noon with Chang Yong and Justin. Personally, it was an experience in itself cos both of them look like pretty sisters beside each other. I actually felt kinda grotesque standing beside them, lol. It was a huge convention, three ballrooms combined as one. I was pretty thrilled for a number of reasons; 1) I saw so many glorious games tht I could try out for free, 2) it was PURE guy-haven. I think I spent at least 1 hour just ogling. There was this CG competitor who looked a hell like Adam Brody, but was damn shy to ask for his no. Gosh, even the reporter who was going round interviewing (and scaring the shit outta) random people was a sight for sore eyes. Looks like I still need lessons from you, fran? :P

Back to the present. Today was pretty funny; a hands-on in the camera studio. My group was supposed to do close-up shots of Ling, but we somehow ended up zooming into her odd pimple, which was like just 'twinkling' merryily in the lighting. Evil people you are! LOL, and I nearly tot I was going to die just trying to stifle my giggles. Lunch was some horrid affair, I swear tht today is the first and last time I'm eating the Chicken rice at the Eunos hawker centre. The rice was like half-cooked/under-cooked, and it didn't really look all tht appetising.

But at least Mena and Claire had a time jibe-ing each other's bloated tummies. lol, ladies... and speaking of which; has anyone seen Heidi Klum's figure? For someone who has conceived twice, she sure looks great. I wanna look tht hot when I'm her age, doin the same. Here's piece of the unfairness :

Also, I busted my wallet today, on rental of my sinful indulges: Japanese manga. Yeah, i know... Smart move alright. Gonna do a tribute to one of my fave singers in the next entry, and start answering those annoying hunger pangs.

Laters.

2005-11-19T18:54:00.000+08:00

Listening to: Hollaback Girl by Gwen Stefani

Yet another dull day. Spent it by washing toilets and folding fresh laundry. My mom loves me, you can SOOOOOOOOO tell.

Argh. WHY is it always when you're thoroughly broke, the best buys and gorgeous stuff just pop out everywhere. And when you've finally saved enough, you just can't seem to find anything nice. Centrepoint's JWEST had its cosing sales, but I still couldn't afford this gorgeous pair of vintage green heels which cost like 50 bucks. Sigh..I think this is some sort of phenomenon that always manages to find its way to me. Humbug to that.

Christmas is finally around the corner; and Lord knows I've got a gazillion things on my mind. Really excited too; my fren from Monash University is coming back to S'pore for a visit. I've really missed her, and can't wait for the shopping sprees and guy-ogling to begin. LOL!
But alas, have you seen the decor in Orchard? They're like bling-ish road-kill, man. Where have all the formerly classy and quirky designs gone too? I've always looked forward to the Light-Up in Orchard, but this year's really a disappointment. Just old gold and red cut-outs towering over the roads, with the standard fairy lights on the side.

Anyhow, on a brighter note. Mena and I are thinking of heading to JB for some budget-shopping. Anyone interested, feel free to msg me or something. If guys want anything, tell me and I'll see what I can do. Am so gonna take advantage of this to get this sheer-pink Mango top tht I saw a day ago. :) And I so wanna get bags!! I swear I'm on the total bag-fetish, what after drooling over all those arm-candies on bohemian-funk.blogspot.com.

So on the spirit of wants and want-nots, I'm gonna go start my wishlist right now. :P Oh btw, dun forget to watch 'I am Sam' by Sean Penn and the adorable Dakota Fanning. Great show it is.

2005-11-16T21:39:00.000+08:00

Considering how I'm still not tht well at the moment, it must have been by some miraculous fluke tht my already inflamed throat has survived our 3hr Kbox session (which was incredulously cheap, $6 per head). It was Cantonese, Chinese, English and even Jap songs galore. Oh I do the things I do.

Anyhow, I digress. Just read Ping's latest entry, and was somewhat surprised to see that she mentioned about the Clapbangkiss blog. For the blissful ignoramuses, its by some chick named Dawn Yeo. Whether claims tht she had plastic surgery done, I'm not certain, but www.xialanxue.blogspot.com has an array of photos tht would pretty much suggest otherwise. Once again, I'm blown away by the power tht is the surgery knife. How do u get from this

this???!!!

And its times like these I'm really jealous of em' bloggers, the likes of Xiaxue and Dawn. For one, defend as they might, they earn a significant more than the average teen. They get endorsements just at the click of a perfectly-manicured finger, and every posted photo flaunts a great time spent; be at clubbing, holidaying at some fantastic country, or canoodling up to the next hottie. And here I am slogging away to get a part-time job tht pays decent at least.

Sigh...

Even so, their writing style isn't really tht unique and all that witty. Xiaxue; despite being named as the Blogger of the Year(and trust me, not a day goes by with her harping on about it), her works are mostly consisting of bitching about the day's happenings and a fair amount of hokkien-scatological infused cussing. I do enjoy reading her parodizing of people and her personal experiences tho. (read the one about measuring penises, good for a laugh). :) Dawn's style; well if there was any, in the first place, is pretty much average, with an occasional refreshing perspective. Still, who am I to critique if I can do as well?

If you ask me, I think good and edgy writing should be of the essence. It can enrapture and enthrall the reader, and it doesn't make the reader feel like he wasted few precious minutes of his life reading crap.I would recommend reads by Ping, Fran and Jaslyn. Each has a distinguishing way of writing, and never a dull entry. Not trying to be modest or anything, but I'm seriously nowhere near the same league as them. But I'm passionate about the written and spoken word, so I shall plough forth for improvement. =)

"I blog, therefore I am."- Junie

2005-11-15T22:22:00.000+08:00

Listening to: Pieces of Me by Ashlee Simpson

Am going straight to Hell for glomping chocolate in the morning while running a fever. It feels strange, since I've not fallen sick for the last 2, 3 years. My throat feels like ultra-strong sandpaper, and I'm aching everywhere. Yet I amazingly find the strength to crawl to my laptop to blog and even discover my new eyecandy... Bonus; today's last episode of Jap-drama was sweet and romantic. Bout time you made that move, my good man Ueda-san.

Argh. Dun feel like going for class tomolo, but its TV & RADIO PRODUCTION!!! Cannot miss.

Show me your love y'all?

2005-11-14T01:02:00.000+08:00

Listening to: You're Beautiful by James Blunt

A relatively lazy day, tht was made up of slumping in a corner with the Da Vinci Code and trying desperately to avoid a strange dish that a neighbour had given us. Ever tried 'salad-popiah'? lol, i think it tasted as odd as it looked. Ah well...phuit! to my choosiness when it comes to food.

I feel a sore throat on the way. No surprise, considering how I just got off an hourlong conversation with Willy at my void-deck. No, you prudes, he ain't my boyfriend. Just a brudder whom I've not spoken for the longest time; and it was pretty nice to reminisce the old times, not to mention the occasional anime-babble and the latest Star-Wars parody.
Its kinda sad, i think, when you lose touch with frens who meant a lot to you, and still do. Shall not launch into yet another sentimental recollection of the past, but it stills tugs at my heart when I think about it. Sigh.

On a happier note: the MDIS funfair wasn't such a total flop after all. :) We managed to sell some stuff and I even got a henna-tatto/ free manicure. (thank you Lina and April, you dahlings are the best~) Jon dropped in for a visit, despite the sucky location that is our store, and yes, I'll have to agree with you on the 'hell-hole' comment. ^^ The weather was beyond tolerable levels, its a wonder tht neither Aishu, Mena nor I passed out.

Then evening came, and the Unicampus came to life. The large hollowed arena was lit up by neon lights (they have a tendency to look cool in the dark, yeah?) and laser-effects. I still can't believe that we had a GROOVE PARTY in out own SCHOOL. Is tht cool or plain spastic? lol, I leave it to you to decide.

Afternoon classes beckons. I predict yet another boring day but thats life.

Nite y'all.

2005-11-08T21:45:00.000+08:00

It seems tht the phase of anonymous flamers has surfaced yet again. Strangely excited about it, since someone must really have a thing for u to waste time, effort, brain-power and finger-strength to come up with a marginally decent insult.
*Bats eyelashes* And to think I'm worth such trouble. I think...I'm flattered. LMAO! For more details, pls refer to Fran's tagboard. Now, although this really doesn't bother me the least bit, I'm pretty intrigued.

I happen to assume, on pretty good grounds that this person is from class. The one thing i dun understand: How someone can have such loathing and dislike, possibly even hate for me. A pint-sized 1.58m girl. How can said person can hold in all these negative vibes, erstwhile seeing me everyday is really an ultimate test to willpower.

Well, let this be known. Not to be taken as some ominous, sinister-sounding warning or something, but if you are fucked up with me about something, come up straight to me face-to-face, man-o-mano, and speak to me civilised. Or alternatively, if you want to challenge me to a bitch-fight, I'm also up for it. Jus tell me where and when to bring my wushu attire.

Its one thing to be a big phoney, repress your true feelings; its another to be out and loud about it. Fearless and reckless, but in a good way. People may not always understand the things I do/ act, and why. But I am me, am Noone else. I dun think I need to answer to anyone except God, my parents and self. Love yourself, and maybe...me too?

Cos its waaaaayy cooler to gain a new fren than another loser to bother about.

Love to all out there, my dudettes, babes, darhlings~~~~

The Chillin Party Biatch, Yrs Truly.

JUNIE

2005-11-04T13:44:00.000+08:00

And we bid you a good nite.... (Mena, stop poking your trident at Ling!)

My sisters of this hallowed, dark nite~~
My favourite couple; Mena with wacky bf Chris. The girl nicked my peacock fan! Hmph!!!
Ling is fantastic. She drank so much and was still standing from. I salute you, oh drinking-goddess.
Our love-birds having a tender moment, we reckon?

Wahaha...as you can tell, I'm so redundant here.
Night of the living dead: Meet Sachiko, our new gal pal. Snuffed while trying to do a face-mask. See where vanity get you?
Bloody #%^&. The dude easily reaches for the top while poor Claire and I grappled. Oh height-ists!

The new addition who scared the bejesus outta all of us! BOOYA~~ (Note: Mena's the only one smiling. Wonder why? ;)
My fren for life. Doesn't matter if you have horns and that you're hottter than me, baby. wahaa!
This new guy I met seems to have homicidal tendencies. Be nice if he wasn't pointing his axe at me tho...
The whole gang. Cheers to all! Happy Halloween~~~~
Our two VERY smokin' hot girls: pun totally intended. *GRIN*
Clawing for the tombstone. Chris does this pretty cool effect with his cigarette smoke.
Tht's exclusively our headstone: frm left, Claire, Ling, Me, Germ and Sherry. But seems like Claire erm...got the upperhand?
Our dearie who so kindly provided the camera for all these great pics. Rock on!
Net-fren Jon and me. He is damn tall and I was trying like crazy to take a proper pic with him. See how he has hunch and I sit ramrod straight?
Aww yes...sure we look divine. LOL, tell us something we dunno? Traaalaalaaa~~
A cute snap of the only minion in our group. See how I'm reaching for her irresistable charms?
At the stroke of midnight, I sprouted fangs!!! Nah, DXO had these really cute gummy sweets in the shape of incisors. I glomped it after this shot. Yummy-licious!
Hehe, not to be arrogant here. But everybody wants a piece of me. Literally!
Claire and Ling pouts for the camera. wahahah, nicely done.

Warming up to the camera; Germ the angel, me a sassy Peacock, Sherry a perky Ayumi-Hamasaki-ish gypsy and Mena the H.O.T devil. Grr!

2005-10-31T15:02:00.000+08:00

Listening to: Somebody told me (King Unique Vocal edit) by The Killers

(A supposed Oct 31st entry, hehe. I was lazy?)
A drama-filled night would be the only way to describe 29th. Long entry ahead.

Firstly, all i can say is that i'm prolly the most lousiest host on the face of this planet, but watever. *embarrassed* I arrived an hour late while Ling, Claire and bf, Jon were already waiting for me there. There was a load of bitching from someone (not the girls) but it was settled soon enuff. Since it was Halloween, wat was fun without playing dressup? Germaine came as an Angel, Sherry a gypsy(tho i tot she looked more like Ayumi Hamasaki), Mena a Hot Devil; and I... a bloody peacock who was beginning to pretty much resemble a turkey after my feathers were ruffled. (pun totally intended! LOL)

I would have threatened to tickle the bouncer to death with my feathers had he not allowed me in. LOL. I reckon it was successful as all of us managed to get in for FREE, plus a complimentary drink. . Excluding the guys cos they refused to wear one even if we threatened them with Mena's trident. Sigh. As we walked in, waiters and ushers dressed as ghouls, vamps, and Sadako-ripoffs greeted our sights. Claire, Germ and Ling, I think couldn't stop screaming. LMAO!

Decided to open bottle since we couldn't decide on jugs. Surprisingly cheap, abt 10 bucks per person. Sad thing, was tho drinks were ok, music was so NOT. Techno-fused trance, I would say. It didn't take long for us to decide to change location, but I was obstinate. 'At least hit the dance floor for like 10 mins', I insisted and hauled Minion-Mena and Sherry. Kinda awkward at first, since noone was there, but us. Throwing all good sense to the wind, we manage to jive groovily (is tht a word?!). Was cool, cos moments later more ppl joined in with us.
I was pretty much worked up a sweat, and went back to our seats; when outta nowhere, some dude with a 35mm camera pops outta nowhere and snaps us! Then he passes us a namecard: nightlife.sg. OMG, how fucking cool is tht????!!!!!!!

AHEM. Left DXO on a perpetual high, tho it was then tht Phil Thompson finally made his appearance. Why did he have to arrive so late?! Anyways, fast-forward to Club Momo, the new venue. It was a bolt outta the blue, one of my bestie passed out in the car. Thankfully, no regurgitation or the paiseh-ness would have been too much to take. We took her back home first, and lets just say tht the parental units weren't too pleased, to say the least.

When we arrived back, Claire and bf were pretty worn-out from the whole fiasco and decided to retired early. Sigh, felt so bad for all the trouble, but Claire was truly a total sweetie. ^^
The night was still young. Got a gin tonic and watched the live band for a while.
They were radical!!! I remember them from somewhere, Parking Lot Pimping. Hotness in a voice.

It was bloody crowded on the dancefloor, but we somehow managed to find a nook to cram it. Music was like waaaaaayyy better than DXO's, and we even got a chance to dance on the podium. Lol, all inhibitions unleashed, I dirty-danced all of my pals and tried to dominate the world!! Ahem, sorry. A lil carried away there. Boggie-d till i needed a rest, when the funniest thing happened. A couple of transevetites tried to cut in and dance with our guy counterparts..Bloody Hilarious!
They weren't like those hot ambiguous looking ones you see on TV; they had shagging breasts as though they under-paid the plastic surgeon, and makeup so damn thick it could possibly rival the local Wayang troupe's. Should have seen the looks on them guys, LMAO!

Alas, all good things have to come to an end. Finally called it a night about 4am, and trooped over to the nearby coffee-shop as we were beyond ravenous. Amazing how a simple bowl of prawn noodles can look so heavenly after you're worn to the bone. hee~
I guess, in spite of all tht had happened..it was a seriously rocking nite, and this will definitely not be the last!

Gonna phototwhore like crazy, once I find all the pics. Start doing eye-exercises ppl. :P

2005-10-29T01:44:00.000+08:00

A couple of shout-outs to express.

29th: A gorgeous and superb 19th to dearest Ping; tho we do not talk much nor hang out, you're still the big cool sister that I never had. I still adore your cynicalism and unrelenting honesty. Keep grooving to your own tune!

30th: Carol-san, happy 18th! Not been in touch for the longest time. Hope you're doing great and lets hang out one of these days k? Cheers^^

Guess what? Halloween clubbing nite!!
Here I come DXO!!

2005-10-28T00:52:00.000+08:00

Its raining outside. I love rainy days, but this is doin nothing to make me feel any better about my pissed disposition.

Firstly: why are guys such moron? Not to the general majority, silly; just the many handful that are prolly too self-absorbed and MCP-ish to discover it themselves. Its times like this I wonder if being a lesbian is better off, but then thinking on the amount of bitching faced when in an arguement, I rest my case with coerced contentment.
A fren of mine earlier was pissed tht I forgot to msg him about the change in date of the clubbing; and he goes all pissed about it. Well, here's the thing. I know full well how blur I can be, so I put notices on MSN and my blog. But nope, he kindly informs me tht he is pissed and told me not to msg him on MSN.

Ok, u know who u are. Read the 'fuckwits need not apply' part?

Good.

ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and then comes a few half-hearted responses and more endless whining. Top it off with just the right amount of sisterly-bratty-behaviour, and I'm certain I've come up with the recipe for a perfectly disasterous tomolo. I really dun feel like comin to scholl tomolo.

Actually, dun feel like goin anywhere at all. Fuck~

2005-10-26T18:11:00.000+08:00

Listening to: End of me by Marion Raven

Bloody hell. My day did not start off well, and it certainly did not end well either. Nearly jumped out of my bed after realising I woke late for prolly my most fave subject: TV & Radio Production. When I got there, the lecturer din seem as interesting as I formerly thought, but watever. The projects are cool, so I guess it balances out. Was sitting in the back and couldn't stop giggling like crazy when Chris kept doin this disgusting but accurate mime of a blowjob. Ping and co. kept turning behind to give us strange looks.

Wahahaha~Karma: wat goes around comes around. I've recently complained about inconsideration in the class, and here I am committing it. My bad. :P

Finally; Halloween gig is settled:

FWOP! Halloween Party with Phil Thompson
Saturday 29th October '05

9-11pm: $16 (members), $18 (non-members)
After 11pm: $20 (members), $25 (non-members)
Free entries for full costumes.
*Fuck-wits and bitches need not apply.

PS: WEAR a godammn costume for chrissake. Its Halloween, if tht doesnt say anything. Pls dun whine to me anymore abt not wearing one, cos I sure as hell am gonna, and soak the whole festive atmosphere. You can wear watever you like tho, but u guys (the more adventurous ones)
will proceed as planned cool? ^^

Chillin' out,

June.

2005-10-25T23:40:00.000+08:00

I'm a little frightened. I'm afraid that by being who I am(the loud, fast-cussing, irrational ass that I am most of the time), I've created a monster. Namely, my younger sister. There comes a point whereby we all enter a rite of passage otherwise known as ''growing pains'; and I grow increasing anxious as I watch her morph into a younger version of me. I absently shudder when I see how shadows of my past inside my sibling, yet I haven't a clue what to do.

The usuals: yelling, screaming, threatening, even coaxing seem to have lost its former potency with each passing day. And with that her attitude towards not only me but our parents gets from bad to worse. Her face curls into an ugly, resentful sulk when my mom chides her. She'd prolly hate me for writing this entry, but hey. Freedom of speech so live with it.
The lost of innocence flitters ever so quickly, and my younger relatives seem to want to grow up fast. Its is ironic as they will soon come to realise that it is not the bed of roses that they percieved it to be.

But then again, life's like that. WTF indeed.

I just wish May can stop being such the little Bitch that she is right now. Lord have mercy on all of us.

On other random notes. Boy did it rain like nobody's business today; any second I expected the news to flash typhoon/hurricane alerts of something. Fortunately, I was snugly at home due to a slight fever I had.

I had a good hair day too, btw. ^^

2005-10-24T21:41:00.000+08:00

Listening to: Its my Life by Bon Jovi

Its customary that I write about the first day of a new mod, and this is no exception. Miss Hawabi is such a sweet old lady, definitely will endeavour to pay at least 80% attention during her classes. Although the enthusiastic start was somewhat marred by a bunch of inconsiderate buttheads of who I shall not name here. But you guys know who you are. Public Relations might not be as dry a subject as I had formerly reckoned, so big smile there.

Now I really wanna start working on my 'Shag List' but something else of much greater importance commands my attention and here I shall chronicle my very first...

FACIAL. Yes, you heard right.

I recieved a free facial offer a few months back while innocently trekking White Sands with my older cousin, and had delayed it for quite a while till now. Anyhow, I skip the long story and get down to the juicy bits. Most of the process was pretty relaxing and fun, like the molding mask, hydrating mask and the cleansing routine. Alas, pretty times do not last long.

Then we came to the extracting part. It refers to the extracting the blackheads and pimples; but back then I had this whole mental image of workers using drills to extract minerals. I had this overwhelming sense of fore-boding when the beautician placed wet cotton swabs over my eyes, and subsequently I heard the metallical clinking of tools (later I found out that she was using a surgical needle)which nearly sent me running for the door. Let me just say that my fears were not unfounded. Let me describe how it felt in very profound terms:

-If I ever was to have a taste of Hell, this was definitely IT.
-If I ever tried to have plastic surgery without the anesthetic, it prolly feel something like this.
-I seriously suspect that this skill must have somewhat originated from the Ming Dynasty's 1001 torture methods.

Then again, I'm willing to forsake my physical pain in exchange of more fulfilling pleasures; ANTM!!

2005-10-24T02:16:00.000+08:00

Listening to: God is a DJ by Pink

Grooving sluggishly to the tunes of my athemn in life, when I realised; "Oh fuck. What am I doin here when I have 9am classes?!" Eek..excuse me while I attempt pathetically to ease back to my timezone. I'm a sucker for stuff that catches my attention. Was reading the older entries of XiaXue, and some of them were just too interesting to stop. Definitely gonna suffer for my addiction, but watever.

No, I'm not saying I'm 'addicted' to reading her blog. She cusses like a sailor on steriods, whines like no tommorrow, and nothing (and I mean nothing) is safe from her blogging. STILL, she amuses with her hyper antics and its definitely a good place for entertainment if you're on the verge of dying from boredom.

Anyhow, its so cool that she has a *Shag-List*. Its always good to be organised, that way you can either methodically, alphabetically and chronologically shag'em without any hassle. *grins* I am so gonna start one as soon as I can get my eyelids to open long enough for me to type.

Sweet Adonis, you await me. *plunks and falls off the chair*

2005-10-23T22:40:00.000+08:00

Listening to: Our Lips are Sealed by Hilary and Haylie Duff

Please overlook the lame song selection, I make do with what I have. I hurt my hand yesterday, and it seriously hurts like a bitch of massive proportions when it comes in contact with water. So I innocently asked my sis to wash my hair for me.

Bloody bad call of judgement.

Whether it was out of good intentions or just sheer spasticity (I also susupected that she was taking the chance to torture me, but shall leave her the benefit of doubt for now), she scrubbed and I really meant scrubbed my crowning glory like a common-place washing board. I can only pray that the next time I comb my hair, there won't be new discoveries of bald spots. I betcha half the residents of Simei estate heard my squeals and strangled cries.

Painful reminiscing aside (pun totally intended), I'm so looking forward to the new mod. Ok, so it sucks that we dun have any hols in between, but at least it sounds cool. Radio and Television production! wahhaa, I think I've found my calling, peeps. Shall resolute to be more serious and not skip so much classes.

Plus, HALLOWEEN is only in a few days! So much things to do and so little time. Sigh, anyone willing to sponsor me a lifetime supple of prozac?

2005-10-21T21:47:00.000+08:00

Listening to: Shiki No Uta by MINMI & Nujabes

FYI, the song I'm listening now is pretty cool, even though its an anime theme song. Sorta jazz-ish with a touch of Jap pop going on, if you're interested feel free to ask me for it.

Thank God. The last of my nightmare is finally over, and I'm still somewhat moping over on of the questions that I'm pretty sure I screwed up. But watever, no use crying over spilled milk. Time to party! Tired as I was, I dragged myself to Orchard to check out the possible club venues for the Halloween bash. Acid Bar, and Alley Bar was pretty decent; except for Rouge with only allows 21 and above. Bugger them age-ist.

I'm not quite familiar with the whole clubbing scene, so I'd really appreciate any help rendered. If Orchard is out of the question, then I think Mohammed Sultan is my next alternative. *Groans*, why do I do the things I do...

Further details will be provided, pls check back from time to time. Thanks!

2005-10-16T23:41:00.000+08:00

Someday I'll prolly look back at this period of time and laugh to myself. Or curse and swear for being such a dumbass. Whichever.

Once again, exams are the key word. But its seems I have a different set of priorities, and the papers seem secondary to that. For the longest time, something has been eating me from the inside and sucking the vivaciousness in everything I do. But of yesterday, I'm glad to say that I have made a clean break, and happily I've moved on. Though it was only good will-power and a strong sense of self-preservation that was holding me back for bashing the bejesus outta him. I thank God for letting me have better sense not to mope over something that jus wasn't worth it. And again, Mena, Germ, Min and every other kind soul whom had let me blabber to my heart's content.

Plus, I've decided to channel all my negative energy into good karma, that hopefully will tide me thru the rest of the year. (mutters: Dear Lord, pls let me hook up a hottie or two.) I've also come up with a fitting new title to dub the subject of my scorn: DHL; Dick Head (surname), and shall stock up on enuff rubber bands to fire at him upon sight. Revenge shall never be the same again.

Shakespare was definitely wise to quote that 'Hell hath no fury than a woman scorned'. He prolly was on the receiving end of it, just as my target is goin to be. Wahhaha, a scorned June is worse than a stampede of hungry savages, thats for sure.

Anyhow. Halloween couldn't come sooner and I foresee that I'll be tied down soon enuff. Deepavali, Hari Raya and the Halloween bash...still, alls good.

'Who's line is it anyway' beckons me and I'm off.

2005-10-14T22:36:00.000+08:00

Listening to: Lose my breath by Destiny's Child

I need a pick-me-up now. Seriously.

Ain't feeling the post-exam stress nor the joys that come with having the moment of the month either. Nope, the honor belongs to "Oh-mommy-dearest." I've read more than enough blog entries about how our female parental unit has ruined our lives and how fucked up things are prolly; considering how I've done that so many times and am pretty sick of it.
But how I still wish that she would cut me some slack and loosen up a lil on the whole stringent-cleanliness regime. A spring-cleaning Nazi, I'd reckon.

There's something that has been weighing me down for the last few weeks, and I'm thankful for Mena and Germaine to sound me out and take on me negative vibes. Thanks babes, and I think I'm getting over him pretty much. I've just read an article regarding this aspect of my social life, and it wrote:

"Well, it appears that he is pretty much over you...and you should do the same. Dress up and look gorgeous, and jump the next person with a living pulse that waltzes past you! Cos this is not the end and the party's just getting started!"

Hehe. Perhaps I shall do as what the higher powers dictated.

Another thing. Do I seem contrived, perhaps even fake to you? Pardon me, but I'll be a lil crude. I read thru some of my budddies' entries, and it seems that they had been going thru some rough patches, but I didn't know. I wonder which is more surprising, that I was retardly slow to notice their pain, or that I wasn't approached by any to talk to?

I know most of my princesses are strong, but I'd really like to share weal and woe, if anything. I wish to be that good fren that anyone can talk to, the one that can lend them a shoulder and a kaki to kick ass. I really cannot stand those cliched "Life's unfair...yadayada." But then I guess there's might be a grain of truth in them after all.

Then again, this is prolly jus one of my angsty blogger days topped by the lovely cherry on the top that is the upcoming TDMC paper. I have been talking crap long enuff.

"This my shit."- Gwen Stefani. No shit bout that.

2005-10-14T00:32:00.000+08:00

Listening to: Pieces of Me by Ashlee Simpson

Times like these I'm pretty glad that I have a rant-outlet when a screaming substitute is nowhere to be found.(Read:younger sis) I know I'm supposed to mug tirelessly for the paper tomolo, but watever? I mean, there can only be so much you can do until you decide you're prolly gonna screw it up anyway. My feathers still are relatively unruffled, and I only hope I'll do at least well enough to pass without retaking.

A fren had had a more trying time that I had formerly thought I had, what with unforseen circumstances and her failing health. I pray that she can make it thru this adversity, and you must remember that you always have me k? Neko-hime, take care and dun worry.

Sunshine always follows the rain, Happiness always follows the pain. We all have to just suck it up and have a blast there after, cool?

Love y'all, my Princesses out there.

2005-10-13T01:25:00.000+08:00

Now that my pissed feeling is gone...Boy does my new layout rock!

Thanks Dan for helping me with my shitty knowledge of HTML-ing. Now if only I can figure a way to cram all 8 questions for the SBS paper on fri, as easily as I did for my blog codes.

Wahaa. Sleep calls and I am off to answer.

2005-10-12T22:19:00.000+08:00

Listening to: Dun Phunk...... by Black Eyed Peas

Shall not launch into some long-winded tirade about how the day sucked and why it sucked, of which nobody would prolly be interested to read about; in a nutshell it consisted: screaming rants courtesy of my mom, cramps that just were and my dwindling enthusiasm of my up-coming Halloween Bash. Again, fucking humbug to you, world.

So I thought I might at least appear to be fun and in a partyin mood, and thus I present the cute layout that I was saving to use after the exam papers. But watever, things never go the way you want it to be. You can't have your cake and eat it? So true.

Today's vallant efforts of muggin came to naught, alongside with a missing member and a phone-ista Germaine and a very distracted me. But I think I'll make it up tommorrow, if I can at least find the motivation to at least touch the book before tearing it up into pieces.

This is definitely a trying period for me, for so many reasons. Of reasons I will not say, I get extra-pissed now everytime I see hormone-driven couples making out in MRTs, just like today, eh Germ? Geesh, get a room...Hotel 81 is more than affordable.
I guess our government does not have to worry about the population's birth-rate much longer. Yet, this still is no sight for sore eyes. I mean, come on.
Do they really think that anyone wants to see how in love they are? It just kills them to wait till they get home or something. Its almost spawning into some sorta horrible, mass habitual behaviour. Jerry Bruckheimer, I think I've just found your newest idea for another cheap reality TV programme.

I guess the reason being is that I'm in my embittered female mode, if you are sharp enough to catch my drift.Alongside with the exams and the screwed-up responsibility of being the second glorified maid of the family. Aww yeah, all eyes look towards me when it comes to this sorta crap. But once again, what am I supposed to do? "Suck it up", I mutter to myself resignedly.

Saw Jamie Teo at Suntec City yesterday, and Gerad Chew at Kino Bugis today.

But who's asking?

Who cares, really?

2005-10-11T03:42:00.000+08:00

Listening to: You're Beautiful by James Blunt

Oh my god. What the hell am I doing here at a time like this, you may ask.

Well, its not like I dun wanna sleep. I mugged the whole day, and wanted to get enough shut-eye for the Human Mass Commuication paper today. But guess what? LIFE isn't always the bed of roses that we deem, in fact its the Biatch that likes to turn your life upside down, when you least expected it.

And it certainly is doing so for me right now. Of bloody cramps and stuffy rooms.

Oh, I feel so glamourous right this moment. Humbug, dude.

2005-10-09T01:11:00.000+08:00

Listening to: Owarinai Yume by Aikawa Nanase

" Why people?! Tell me the reason quick, before I edge to the brink of my limited sanity!
WTF do we have to mug for exams? Why do we have exams? What is exams for, anyway? WTH came up with the idea of exams should be decapitated and mutilated a thousand times over! "

Sigh. Sorry, the excerpt above is just a visual manifestation of my inner frustration of being unable to concentrate nor absorb anything I've read. Bugger, and that's the only way I can do so besides:

a)Hiring professional hitmen to hunt down lecturers and steal the papers. But that is pretty much out of the question since I do not have the dough to pay them nor the guts to find one. lol
b)It blatantly goes against the commandments of my religion. I think Jesus and God prolly wouldn't be pleased. :P
c)Ancient voodoo and witchcraft? If I could read Old Latin, maybe then. Hmm, slaughtering live chickens and ruining my fabrics doesn't rank high on my list either.

Poofed after a study-thron at Simin's place (now affectionately known as Min courtesy of moi), though I'm pretty sure I was the most unattentive one there. There was our host, Cailyn, Justin and Germaine , burying their heads in the stacks of notes and textbooks, and all that was heard was the incessant scribbling sounds of self-made notes.

Bugger. And then there was I, cracking lame-ass jokes about sausage-dogs chasing after a 'weak-hearted' (a polite term used instead of wimp)Justin and laughing to myself like a lunatic. Hey, you would too if you came across stupid examples stated in your study materials. I mean come on, would u seriously quote an example of agression such as:

"Student makes noise in class and teacher throws a duster at him." Bloody haha!

So there. The delusions of a cracked up exam-mugger...

2005-10-06T00:57:00.000+08:00

Listening to: When I look to the Sky by Train

Its amazing how one can have a love/hate relationship with shopping, or more specifically, the things you fall in love with first sight.

Like that gorgeous black suede bag at Forever 21 that you know doesn't quite suit your body shape but its just too much to pass up; or perhaps that amazing pair of muted-gold sky-high heels at Trendy Zone (I know, outlet catering the Ah-Lian types, but whateva. They have pretty decent stuff from time to time.) Ladies, if your reading this..I'm sure you can empathise with me.

The forlon looks as you part the store with deep regret, knowing that only Fate will decide if you two are destined to meet again, perhaps at an end-of-the-year sale or that one special day that you have that extra $$$ to burn. Not to forget the heartache of watching that perfect piece of something that you've carefully chosen, taken right before your very eyes.

Its a cruel, cruel world we live in.

Shopping. A simple, almost trivia past-time to a majority; especially to the opposite gender, whose peripheral mind revolves only around soccer and scamming on the next hot chick.

But to us women? Its a whole new world. An experience. Its almost Zen.

Ok, so maybe the stuff listed above may not be up to the tastes of you sophisticated folk, but it sure is for this poor shopping addict who has unfortunately exhausted all of her fiscal resources.
I went to Orchard Library to study today, and lived to tell the tale. It was almost delibrate: Located along the whole stretch of the Orchard Street were white tents that sold a vast array of things: clothes....acessories....shoes...argh!!!! STILL, I shall persist in my cold turkey and concentrate on my upmost priority now: the exams.

BUGGER. Hmm.

Perhaps... a lil stress relief by getting that cute $8 green top.... is excusable?

2005-10-03T18:02:00.000+08:00

A requiem depicting my current emo. So yeah.

"(There's Gotta Be) More To Life"

I've got it all, but I feel so deprived,

I go up, I come down and I'm emptier inside

Tell me what is this thing that I feel like I'm missing

And why can't I let it go

There's gotta be more to life...

Than chasing down every temporary high to satisfy me

Cause the more that I'm...Tripping out thinking there must be more to life

Well it's life, but I'm sure... there's gotta be more.

Than wanting more...

I've got the time and I'm wasting it slowly

Here in this moment I'm half way out the door

Onto the next thing, I'm searching for something that's missing

i'm wanting moreI'm always waiting on something other than this

Why am I feelin' like there's something I missed.....

There's gotta be more...

2005-09-30T16:28:00.000+08:00

Yesh...the worst is finally OVER!

Inspite bitchiness to the extreme by the one whom I like to call our lecturer, and being tired to the bone becos of over-night mugging, I am pleased to say that I've..no, WE have successfully survived our third module. Amen to that.

Cattiness, and ever being excluded from group invites. Not to forget the ocassional fucked up rumor about being a hypocrite...yadayada. And then some. Geesh, just so tired about this sorta shit. LOL, if you're reading this and you know who you are, pls try to get a life?

Shagged, but am pretty looking forward to Mena's sister's birthday party at Sentosa tonight, and my darling Simin aka ChengCheng's birthday lunch. Love them both, and shall promise to deliver the cookies promised. Ha!!

Happy Birthday to Tiba and Mo-min, the two coolest frens a girl can ever have. May you rock forever and ever!!! *blows flying kisses*

Goodbye peeps, for now. Proceeding to change from cranky biatch mode to beach bum mode.

Wonder if I can pull off a Kate Bosworth-ish babe-coolness?

2005-09-30T02:11:00.000+08:00

Listening to: God is a DJ by Pink

Gotta love that song, especially the 'life is an asshole' bit. :P

Which totally descibes this week, and I've just finished my last project, aka the Jalani Horror. I went a type-a-thron since 8pm and now its 2am. Morphed into a total cranky bitch, tho i blame it all on my sleep deprivation. I think this is a rite of passage; and I am at the point whereby probably, a majority of tertiary students such as I, pull all-nighters on a regular basis.

Not to mention pulling out of hair too. Just hope I dun get a bald spot out of this.

Took lotsa pics since its Naidu's last lesson, before he heads to Nepal to climb some mean mountains. So cool~~~

Shall photo-whore the next entry, where I proclaim my undying love for you know who and where I look like a moron to the extreme. :)

2005-09-27T00:49:00.000+08:00

Listening to: Initial D OST

Definitely gonna suffer for my penchant for late-night surfing.

Remember Shan Wee from Eye for a Guy? He's a DJ who's show I sometimes tune in, and more often than not, he cracks me up. Boy, you should hear his promo stint, featuring a parodized James Blunt song. Bloody funny shit.

And, he is eye-candy, as much as I hate to admit it. Not to mention that his sexy British accent is a plus. (Ok, so I have a thing for accents. Who doesn't? Just not Swedish ones, I prolly can't keep a straight face when speaking to one. LOL) But then taking into account, his REALLY immature behaviour on the show, and it seems that the cute guys always finish the fastest.

Whether being pawed by the resident SPG, married blissfully with kids, gay or dead. There was this one cutie in Friendster called Tristan, but apparently even he is taken too. LOL, bigtime. I just never seem to get lucky. Anyhow, Fran says that I'm a SPG in the making.
I wonder if its in jest or a fact, guess we'll have to wait and see.

So yeah. Shall accept the fact that the odds of me ever getting a hottie boyfriend is close to non-existant, just like how I shall surrender to my lethargy. And random ramblings to a close.

2005-09-26T10:53:00.000+08:00

Still feels pretty surreal that I'm back, after two arduous months of not blogging. Where are you,people?! Have I already been forgotten, jus a figment of the past?

Ok, drama antics aside. I had, for the longest time wanted to write about the whole Mid-autumn experience. On entering the store, it was a sight to behold. Dozens upon dozens of lanterns of every imaginable design hung from the corners or strung across the store. One could simply reach forward and fiddle with the lantern till one's heart's content.A mix of colors and sounds to draw almost anyone and everyone to come in and take a look, at least.
It was pretty amazing, and consider that coming from a person who doesn't really celebrate it, let alone know about the origins of the festival.

Initially, it was fun. Sorta like how one would feel if he was working in Toys'r'Us. Then, the novelty began to wear off. The arresting sight soon became one that I dread. The incessant noise became a daily obstacle, as we always had to off the music from battery-operated ones, which were constantly left on by some inconsiderate jackasses.

That's not all. I think that I love children, and I would prolly do anything to make them happy. But this is the one time that I really wanted to wring their necks for their fickle-mindedness. ARGH!

Me: So what would you like?
Kid: The Goldfish. (points to the uppermost shelf stuffed with cellophone lanterns)
Me: Sigh. Sure, please wait. (Proceeds to climb up and bring it down)
After much stumbling and disentangling of strings, the kid turns to me with big innocuous eyes and says:
Kid: I think I dun want this liao. Can I have the Elephant over there? (Gestures to the furtherest end of shop.)

Needless to say; with gritted teeth and homicidal tendencies, I deal with this with a dangerous calm, just as I do everyday for every other kid.

Then we come to the prima-donna Ah-Lians and the Ah-Sohs who think that we meagre-pay earners owe them a living. Stupid, fucked up biatches.
Firstly, the PDALs aren't so bad. Occasionally, from afar a seemingly well-dressed lady enters the store, casting half-closed glances at our wares.
Then your gaze trails down and you notice that despite the Dolcace and Gabbana dress she's garbed and the LV monogram she slung on one arm, not forgetting the ostentatious Bling she adorned; she's wearing cheap sandals. Like the ones you get at neighbourhood outlets for $9.90.
Top to middle, an assortment of brands...then u look at her feet.

Go figure.

~~~

Then we have the bitchy Ah-Sos, the species of women that hold themselves in a high position as they feel that being a little older and having the dough, they should be treated as F-ing VIPs. There was this one time where a Chyna-looking Ah-So and her daughter walked in and flamboyantly pointed here and there and demanded that we get it all for them, in record time.

MIND YOU, that was during the lunch period on a Sunday. You can roughly imagine how the crowd must be like. I know that its inevitable to face this sort of characters, but argh! I could feel my blood boiling. I serve by a first-come-first-serve basis, and there was like 2 other customers before her. Not to be conceited or narcissistic, but I'm one of the fastest when it comes to handling the cash register. But apparently, that was good enough for her.

The X-chromosome homo-sapien picks up a couple of rattan sticks (meant for holding the lanterns) and RUDELY raps it on the cash register. She was strangely oblivious to the startled stares of the other customers and my gradually-pissed expression. It took all of my will power to not lunge at her and stick the damn sticks where they rightfully belong.

I mean, seriously. She has eyes to see, yet she fails to notice that I'm only one person, with only a pair of arms, dealing with THREE people. *&%$#@!@$% And then there's more, but I'm gonna bugger off now to watch ANTM.

Shall continue in the next entry, bearing more positive vibes, hopefully.

2005-09-24T22:30:00.000+08:00

Listening to: Initial D OST

To all who have faithfully tuned in, or to the poor clueless chaps who unwitting stumbed upon this rant page of mine....

I AM BACK! DA QUEEN IS IN THE HOUSE!

Yes, after the tragic demise of my former sole extension (read:lousy computer) that left me crippled of my blog for the last 2 months, not a day passed with out ritualistic cursing of all things technical (or products manufactured by Bill Gates) and endless moaning of not being able to share all that I wanted to share. Each day my heart was hurting as I cast woebegone looks at others' laptops and flat-screen computers. Such is cruel fate.

But...guess who is having the last laugh NOW? Today is definitely a day to remember: my darling dad has bought me a laptop! Or at least, for me to use until he can find time and space to install it in the living room. But, being the optimist that I am, I'm more than happy with this present arrangement.

The past 2 weeks have been a total bitch, to say the least. I know myself well, and I'm not one who likes to prettify/romantise things. 3 project deadlines compressed in a mere 7 days, and the infuriating feeling of being in the middle of class politics. I love everyone in our class, tho I can't say the same for the other way round. As much as I wish things would return the way the were during the PC period, its impossible. Is being in a clique that important? I wonder why I've been given strange looks the last few days,and it would really be nice if someone can tell me why.

Furthermore, if anyone has anything against me, I say: jolly well have the balls to say it in my face before you start spreading it around behind my back. You know who you are.

Faux philosphies of life aside, I turn my attention to my seemingly irrepressable shopping addict. Yet I have no one to blame but myself as I succumb again and again to the alluring call of sales and discounts. Bugger to the max. I've heard of rehabilitation for alchoholics and drug addicts, I wonder if they have one for retail-zombies. Cos I'm in serious need of one.

Some stuff the past few weeks, I:

-Ended my work selling lanterns during a Mid-Autumn promotion. It was such an event that I've decided it needs one whole entry by itself in order to commemorate. Of prima-donna Ah-lians, bitchy Ah-Sos and cute Caucasians. Stay tuned....

-Have been photographed in the most unglamorous position during a all-female stint at Century Square on the 11th Sept. Wondered what surprised me more: that I would make headlines that sorta way or that most of my classmates read the papers. No offence really!

-The projects were pretty smooth-sailing, big thanks to Aishu, Ken and ESPECIALLY Menaka. Really am very happy to have made a life-long friend who I can really trust and care about without being mistaken for a lesbian. coughJunocough? LOL.

-FINALLY finished watching Korean drama, Stairway to Heaven. A tear-jerker from start till end, tho the plot was the most cliched (Loss of memory? That idea is so used to dead. Wake up,script-writers! What are you being paid for??), and there were zilch cute guys, but the acting was spectacular beyond expectations. Go catch it if you haven't.

-Had a great time clubbing with my four boos, you guys Knoooow who you are,eh? We sure did have a blast chilling and burning up the dance floor, methinks. Desire was great, tho the drinks were bloody diluted. And glad it wasn't too much of an SPG watering-hole...

-Got most of the stuff I've wanted, and learnt how to apply blush for the first time. Had my very first Time-Out chocolate bar last week. :)

I don't wanna end with an emo note, but just wanna thank everyone who hasn't given up on this blog, and hopefully, the owner too. Remember that my love for all my fren knows no boundaries, and you can always come to me when u need a hand or a shoulder to cry on. Or an extra pair of arms for a shopping spree.

Thats a promise, for always.

2005-07-29T18:02:00.000+08:00

Listening to: Miracles Happen by Myra (Princess Diaries OST)

Its a Friday, and finally this new week comes to a close. Met the last lecturer today, though I can't remember his surname, but whatever. Still trying to get over the indignance at having to carry 3 freaking books to his class, argh! Its like secondary school days all over, furthermore, said lecturer has the charisma and personality of a potato. Oh I am so looking forward to his classes, bleh. Pardon the bitchiness, but all that I'm looking for in this class is prolly the projects which seem to carry a fun potential. :) Shall not blog bout Benita's class, since I didn't go for her classes (was seeking solace in the sanctuary that is my bed) and since we had her last term, either way it prolly wasn't very interesting either.

*SILENT SCREAM IN BRAIN*

Here's the reason for my temporary cry for insanity: remember the gorgeous bouquet of roses that Justin gave me for my birthday? I treasured it like ... erm like a (?)Treasure, and when it became dry flowers I was deciding that I'll turn it to potpurri once it began to fall apart. Guess what? I walked into my house today, with a nagging feeling in my heart. The furniture had all (and by all I mean all) been re-arranged, which can only mean one thing. The matriarh of the house, otherwise known as my mother, must have went on one of her erratic spring-cleaning sprees!!!!

Thus ends the existence of the flowers. I feel so empty now. Argh...and that was my first freaking bouquet of flowers!!! That had absoulute sentimental value, and out it went into the rubbish shoot? I need a prozac, people, a headache is so on the way.

2005-07-26T22:20:00.000+08:00

Listening to: Rakkou from the Juuni Kokki OST

Bloody crap of a machine that is my fucked up computer!!!! This entry is actually done quite a few days back, and thanks to the damn thing, I only managed to post it up now.

Well, am feeling pretty swell for a number of reasons, and I shall try to piece what I wanna say in coherent sentences instead of rambling senselessly like a sub-machine gun. :PPP

The results for the Marketing and Economics are finally out, via mail. I was pretty touchy about this as I didn't quite put in as much effort in it as I was supposed to, so my fingers were crossed. Apparently, my mother intercepted it as she came back earlier and even smsed my grades through SMS. Not that I'm very strong for personal privacy, but I wished she didn't do that and I could have the satisfaction of ripping the surprise(or shocker) myself. But yeah, still cool bout it. :)

I got an A for Econs and B for Marketing, big YEAH!!! It was better than expected. Though I thought it would be the other since Econs is mathematical and I'd never thought I could do good in a subject thats related to that, however remote.

Justin treated a handful of us to The Big 'O' Cafe today, and it was a pretty nice experience seeing how I've never been there before. Got to know a new fren Hannah, through Dira (Winson and Justin's ex-classmate), and they're both from Laselle. I flipped through some of Hannah's drawings and they are so gorgeous. FYI: you can view some of her works at www.aramaki.deviantart.com. It was so fun to hang out with people who love anime, manga, cosplay as much as I do~~

And I come to the part about today's lessons. You know, at a first glance of the module "Techniques of Professional Speaking and Writing", it doesn't inspire much enthusiasm. Well, I'm dead wrong! The lesson was surprising enjoyable and quirky! Mr Nabui was a sight for sore eyes, and he had the whole dry sardonical humour going on. He kept us laughing and snickering as the lesson progressed thru, even when we came across bombastic terms like Orthoepy, Morphology and Supra-segmentals, I wasn't the least bit daunted. Plus, Fran and I have this on-going inside joke, something bout chest *winks*

And he also had funky-dory hairstyle, like wolverine from X-men. Hehe...but no, thou shalt not hit on my lecturer. 2 down, 2 more lecturers to go!

2005-07-25T16:59:00.000+08:00

Well,first off just wanna rant about what a big butt-headed gong-Ass I so am; I actually mistaken, for some strange reason that my new mods start on Wednesday and was happily random surfing, slacking. Until I checked out Fran's and April's blogs, and boy was I really in for a very nasty surprise. I think I'm prolly the epitome of stupidity itself, but shall not digress.

Painfully Mundane.
Thats the word I'm using to sum up the class today, and its the only word that I could think of right now. The lecturer was somewhat reminiscent of our former APM lecturer 'Purpose-Lee' and I spent half the time turning on my blah filter (his droning was more than any human could possibly take!). The other half was used on staring at this peculiar turf of hair sticking out from the middle of his head. Fran told me that at least we know which parts of his brain he uses the most. :P

Lol, but amidst the laughs (and the shrieking by Ping, Fran and me cos America's Next Top Model is showing today! YEAH!), it was all mainly business. A stringent order of a man who talks nothing but the lessons and locks the doors promptly at 9.10 am. It isn't hard to see why I'm not quite looking forward to this, especially when its bout 'Social Behavioural Studies'. Already a heavy topic right off the bat, argh.

Anyhow..shall go catch some winks and hope tht tomorrow would be at least more interesting ,if not fun.

2005-07-24T22:20:00.000+08:00

Waah. Its just 2 more days to the new term and I still feel I didn't slack just about enough.

And am admitting to pangs of envy as I see how everyone except me has had fun partying and trashing other people's houses. lol,*coughAmbrosecough* Sigh, and to top it all off, I feel just about as glamourous as street rat after Commando Mom demanded I clean the toilets. Bleh.

Furthermore...I miss you guys, even more so since we're gonna be separated for god knows how long; at least till the Unicampus is completed methinks. I dunno if its me, but it seems like we're all dividing into little cliques, and we seem to be drifting away. (T.T) Wish we could all hang out like before, the original HBF: Ping,Fran, Ming, Ernie, Justin, Winson and me!

Promise me you guys won't forget me k? *sobs*

nonsensical utterings shall end here as I dash to the toilet, thus preventing stinking up the living room.

2005-07-23T22:27:00.000+08:00

Yipee....my momentary dose of happiness in a can!

Or rather, in a manga..bought the latest episode of Tsuki no Shippo (loosely translated it means the End of the Moon). Looking past the less than impressive name is a sweet, light-hearted love story between a H.O.T and dashing ninja-chief Hanzo and klutzy yet good-natured Usagi, otherwise known as the girl insanely in love with Hanzo. :) Plus a chocolatey brown halter ; since I have this bad habit of buying something new for school.

Speaking of, its very disheartening to see our class divided. Think of the trouble we could inflict on our new lecturers! hehe...just a thought, but still. I'll miss Ping, Ming and the rest to DEATH! but of course, one should never look down on the Mass Comm students, for they have no idea the way our evil minds works...we shall find a way to conquer our adversity!*wrings hands dramatically*

Another bright note, I've a temp job selling clothes and accessories at Far East, which means there be income, which also means: A very wild shopping/clubbing/partying me~~~ I hereby thank the higher powers for the joy that is working life. Which is also a very good thing cos I just watched the report on charity flagdays, and its sad the public are taking out the anger on the NKF matter on innocent students,who didn't even deserve it in the first place.

So yeah, just wanna appeal to anyone who unfortunately stumbles into this lil rant page that is my blog, please try to donate as as when you guys can.
And no, I'm not going for sainthood or something, though I admit that those 'Reverend' outfits are really hot,hehe. If you ever watched the movie Stigmata, you'd know what I mean...I feel so sinned. :P

Ohh...just noticed that I've quite a number of buddieswhose birthdays are around this week. A belated but altogether funky one out there to Ambrose! Happy 18thner, eh old buddy?

to Jas: we're gonna rock your 19th this comin week, so you better be prepared~
to Jolyn: Hehehe. Oh Jolyn, aren't you just looking forward to the 5th of Aug? *evil laughter*

Bleah...shall turn my attention to one of my all-time favourite movies, Bring It On.

"Perish, sweater- monkeys."

2005-07-20T21:36:00.000+08:00

"There is beauty in Darkness and Melancholy.

Awakening angst like a black flower awaiting to blossom into full bloom,

Anger, a scarlet knife; and Rage, a lethal yet unrelenting blade.

Despair and grief like twins that come out to play in the shadows that have not yet died.

As I wonder why we fight for the light of crude, blatant happiness...

When there is beauty in the Darkness and Melancholy."

2005-07-18T21:48:00.000+08:00

*cringes*

Ok, I'm just wondering why the hell am I still at the Com when I should be burying myself into my Communication Skills textbook. Since tommorrow is the exam!!!Its like the deadly calm before the storm, I should save myself while I still can!Argh~~~~~

*ignores inner battle and continues clicking away at screen*

Enough of the melodrama then...hey, you won't believe this. And promise you won't laugh, cause I wrote this after a screaming spat with my mom. I actually wrote poetry.

The cow jumped over the moon. The fat lady sang. Hell freezed over and Singapore is actually snowing. (ok, so maybe the last one wasn't exactly true. But got your attention eh?)

Yup, you heard right. Poetry. Not the sort of sonnets and limericks that you usually see in books or heard on TV. Mine doesn't rhyme in the least bit, but I'm pretty intrigued since I've never written a poem in my 18 years of living. God knows William Blake or any other self-respecting poets would prolly be doing somersaults in their grave. I showed them to Jaslyn; well I guess it was overall pretty decent since she didn't burst out laughing maniacally in my face, nor did she show me one of those pained 'I-am-in-purgatory-just-kill-me-now' looks that she always has when we hang out too near loud-cussing ah-bengs.

I was thinking of posting just one in the next entry, and will start preparing plans for cosmetic surgery since I'll prolly never be able to face anyone again.

***Ok, there's a change here.

Previously cos I 'oh-so-stupidly' put a spoiler for the latest Harry Potter book which turned me to the most hated person on the face of this Earth, right up there with blabber-mouths. So yeah, am removing it so I won't receive any more screaming complaints in my face. (or my tagboard)