"SUPPLIES."
Friday
53. Second Best.
SCRUMP GRUMP.
As long as I don't think about it, I feel okay.
I'll be back with a happier entry tomorrow because this aside, there are happier events.
As long as I don't think about it, I feel okay.
I'll be back with a happier entry tomorrow because this aside, there are happier events.
52. 想太多
LOVE SONGS HAVE EMOTIONS BLEEDING OUT OF THEM.
“ 他霸占了你的心中属于我的角落。”
Chinese love songs are so poignant.
“ 他霸占了你的心中属于我的角落。”
Chinese love songs are so poignant.
Tuesday
51. Bike rides in the rain.
YOU'RE THE ULTIMATE, YOU.
I love it when you make me laugh while riding in the rain.
I love it when you make me laugh while riding in the rain.
50. Last paper. Asking too much. 2nd place.
ASKING MUCH, NO?
Yet another cryptic entry because there's too much to lose when I try to be totally open and honest. So, this entry serves as a prelude to my (hopefully) last paper. I have a sickening feeling there's a supplementary Micro paper with my name on it though.
Last paper...then what? Work, work, work. However I'm determined not to let work suck the fun out of my month-long holiday this time. Must fulfill my promise to meet up before my friends start severing ties with me.
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"It is a sad fact that regardless of effort or talent - second place only means that you are first in a long line of losers."
First or second? If choking on your reply is of any indication, I think I know the answer.
Yet another cryptic entry because there's too much to lose when I try to be totally open and honest. So, this entry serves as a prelude to my (hopefully) last paper. I have a sickening feeling there's a supplementary Micro paper with my name on it though.
Last paper...then what? Work, work, work. However I'm determined not to let work suck the fun out of my month-long holiday this time. Must fulfill my promise to meet up before my friends start severing ties with me.
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"It is a sad fact that regardless of effort or talent - second place only means that you are first in a long line of losers."
First or second? If choking on your reply is of any indication, I think I know the answer.
Monday
49. My "Mian Yang".
WHO SAYS ONLY MARY HAS A LITTLE LAMB?
I was brewing up one helluva storm here...until someone went to spoil it.
HOW TO STAY ANGRY NOWWW.
Argh! I'm in love, all over again.
(:
I was brewing up one helluva storm here...until someone went to spoil it.
HOW TO STAY ANGRY NOWWW.
Argh! I'm in love, all over again.
(:
48. Lecturers need to undergo "Behaviour Modification".
HERE, ME SCREAM.
Bulldozed into the examination room this afternoon, thought I was late (not knowing I was merely 2 minutes past reading time). All you could hear was silence and the occasional rustle of crisp, freshly printed papers. I sat down, picked up the pen and furiously started scribbling my admin number unto the paper and then,
"I SAID NO WRITING!!!"
I literally jumped in my seat. Had I not been shocked into gripping my pen so tightly, I would've sent it flying into someone's eyes.
"OK, I HEARD YOU, MORON, THERE WASN'T A NEED TO SCREAM YOUR SHRIVELED DICK OFF!"
For the record, I didn't hear you say "No writing" because I wasn't in the room YET, Mr Dickhead-Lecturer.
There, I feel better now. Not. Jealousy left a bad taste in my mouth.
Bulldozed into the examination room this afternoon, thought I was late (not knowing I was merely 2 minutes past reading time). All you could hear was silence and the occasional rustle of crisp, freshly printed papers. I sat down, picked up the pen and furiously started scribbling my admin number unto the paper and then,
"I SAID NO WRITING!!!"
I literally jumped in my seat. Had I not been shocked into gripping my pen so tightly, I would've sent it flying into someone's eyes.
"OK, I HEARD YOU, MORON, THERE WASN'T A NEED TO SCREAM YOUR SHRIVELED DICK OFF!"
For the record, I didn't hear you say "No writing" because I wasn't in the room YET, Mr Dickhead-Lecturer.
There, I feel better now. Not. Jealousy left a bad taste in my mouth.
Sunday
Friday
46. Craps, crab cravings.
CRAPS, CRAB CRAVINGS!
Sawatdee CRAB (Khrab)!
"In life we have dreams; in dreams we have fantasies. In reality...I just flunked my Microecons paper and I have a sudden, intense craving for Black Pepper Crab. While we're at it, let's throw in Salted Egg Yolk Prawns too."
Yours Truly.
Sawatdee CRAB (Khrab)!
"In life we have dreams; in dreams we have fantasies. In reality...I just flunked my Microecons paper and I have a sudden, intense craving for Black Pepper Crab. While we're at it, let's throw in Salted Egg Yolk Prawns too."
Yours Truly.
Wednesday
45. Every little thing you do.
UP, UP, AND AWAY.
Rides to school and rides to work. Mt Faber and Labrador Park. R6 and XL. E-mails and snail mails. Lunch visits and Soldiers in Smart 4. Hugs and kisses. Surprises, surprises, surprises. You.
These are some of my favourite things.
I cried buckets during the movie UP but it was such a sweet plot! First it got me yearning for a kind of 'forever', then it got me missing my dad. And it didn't help that I'm a sucker for sappy Disney movies. In anycase, I ♥ both the movie and the company, especially the person seated on my right.
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PICK UP LINE OF THE YEAR
"You seem interesting...and I'm taught to cultivate my interest."
...& you took all the "interest" out of me the minute those words left your mouth.
Rides to school and rides to work. Mt Faber and Labrador Park. R6 and XL. E-mails and snail mails. Lunch visits and Soldiers in Smart 4. Hugs and kisses. Surprises, surprises, surprises. You.
These are some of my favourite things.
I cried buckets during the movie UP but it was such a sweet plot! First it got me yearning for a kind of 'forever', then it got me missing my dad. And it didn't help that I'm a sucker for sappy Disney movies. In anycase, I ♥ both the movie and the company, especially the person seated on my right.
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PICK UP LINE OF THE YEAR
"You seem interesting...and I'm taught to cultivate my interest."
...& you took all the "interest" out of me the minute those words left your mouth.
Friday
44. Feelings.
WATCH THE WORLD GENTLY SPINNING OUT OF TIME.
& watch the goddamn spiders spin webs of lies.
I do have something to say, more than one. Lots of things in fact; but they're all in my head. Somehow, I find myself on the brink of the worst type of feelings.
Can't. Let. It. Out.
I've nothing to my name but a little yearning. Maybe speech and writing is not the best way for me to communicate my feelings.
I'm too much for you to handle. You don't know shit.
& watch the goddamn spiders spin webs of lies.
I do have something to say, more than one. Lots of things in fact; but they're all in my head. Somehow, I find myself on the brink of the worst type of feelings.
Can't. Let. It. Out.
I've nothing to my name but a little yearning. Maybe speech and writing is not the best way for me to communicate my feelings.
I'm too much for you to handle. You don't know shit.
Monday
43. 疼你的責任
A very apt song describing my thoughts and feelings towards Nic. It has been this way right from the start, and somethings never change.
疼你的責任
每次妳任性時說的一些話
妳知道那有多傷人嗎
但我頂多只氣個三分鐘吧
最後依然體貼的送妳回家
有時想如果我不是一直讓
妳也許会懂得學著體諒
但是我完全無法硬著心腸
做得讓妳有一點難過失望
因為妳讓我的心變得豐盛
原來不奢望的變成可能
我想不遮掩也是一種信任
愛得瞭解包容 才算愛得完整
疼你的責任
每次妳任性時說的一些話
妳知道那有多傷人嗎
但我頂多只氣個三分鐘吧
最後依然體貼的送妳回家
有時想如果我不是一直讓
妳也許会懂得學著體諒
但是我完全無法硬著心腸
做得讓妳有一點難過失望
總覺得有疼妳的責任
要妳是最快樂最單純的人
因為妳讓我的心變得豐盛
原來不奢望的變成可能
總覺得有疼妳的責任
讓妳做最輕鬆最自然的人
我想不遮掩也是一種信任
愛得瞭解包容 才算愛得完整
Saturday
42. Gloom doom.
CURRENT LOCATION: GLOOMYVILLE.
Yesterday my satisfaction AND happiness percentage was 100% when the boyfriend showed up unexpectedly. Today it plummeted to rock bottoms cos not only is he still unwell, but chances of seeing him are slim. And I'm dreading that he has to book in and be on duty the day after tomorrow; which means I won't get to see him until after two weeks...which happens to be my examinations week.
:(
I've never been a particularly 'clingy' girlfriend, but this isn't asking too much, is it.
Yesterday my satisfaction AND happiness percentage was 100% when the boyfriend showed up unexpectedly. Today it plummeted to rock bottoms cos not only is he still unwell, but chances of seeing him are slim. And I'm dreading that he has to book in and be on duty the day after tomorrow; which means I won't get to see him until after two weeks...which happens to be my examinations week.
:(
I've never been a particularly 'clingy' girlfriend, but this isn't asking too much, is it.
Friday
41. Satiated.
FRIDAY I'M IN LOVE.
Magnolia Oat Milk. Checked.
Koi's Ovaltine Flavoured Bubble Tea. Checked.
You know how those characters on Sims have their happiness and satisfaction level measured in percentage? My satisfaction percentage is now 50% cos two of my cravings have been satisfied (by Passion, no less), now we're just one boyfriend short of 100%.
Maybe I don't have H1N1 afterall. Maybe it's lovesickness!
Magnolia Oat Milk. Checked.
Koi's Ovaltine Flavoured Bubble Tea. Checked.
You know how those characters on Sims have their happiness and satisfaction level measured in percentage? My satisfaction percentage is now 50% cos two of my cravings have been satisfied (by Passion, no less), now we're just one boyfriend short of 100%.
Maybe I don't have H1N1 afterall. Maybe it's lovesickness!
40. Quarantine craves and raves.
QUARANTINE CRAVES AND RAVES.
The big joke has ceased being funny. I think this whole 'home quarantine' thing is getting into me, driving me up the wall and will sooner be the cause of my death than the illness itself. And the whole irony of me "resting" at home are get-well messages like this: "Hey Bell, drink lots of water ok? Get well soon! Rest well~ Oh & by the way, you have to do this..& this...& that..& that that THAT."
Ho hum.
Hmmm. Okayy, it actually isn't quite that big of a deal but it sucks to want/need something but you can't just slip into your flip-flops and head down to the convenience store downstairs to get it.
Like this.
Or this. (The ovaltine-flavoured one is to-die for!)
It sucks that the only source of fresh air you can get is by sticking your head out the window. It sucks when your fellow 'comrade' has to shoulder everything upon herself now that she has to work your share as well. It sucks even more that the boyfriend is discharged and home recuperating but you're milesss away and can't even indulge in a session of skype with him.
And there's only this much of activities you can do around the house without letting the fever aches get to you. I'm fast becoming a facebook addict and maniac blogger. This is what, my third entry in less than 24 hours?
That's a record. I haven't done that since Sec 2.
The big joke has ceased being funny. I think this whole 'home quarantine' thing is getting into me, driving me up the wall and will sooner be the cause of my death than the illness itself. And the whole irony of me "resting" at home are get-well messages like this: "Hey Bell, drink lots of water ok? Get well soon! Rest well~ Oh & by the way, you have to do this..& this...& that..& that that THAT."
Ho hum.
Hmmm. Okayy, it actually isn't quite that big of a deal but it sucks to want/need something but you can't just slip into your flip-flops and head down to the convenience store downstairs to get it.
Like this.
Or this. (The ovaltine-flavoured one is to-die for!)
It sucks that the only source of fresh air you can get is by sticking your head out the window. It sucks when your fellow 'comrade' has to shoulder everything upon herself now that she has to work your share as well. It sucks even more that the boyfriend is discharged and home recuperating but you're milesss away and can't even indulge in a session of skype with him.
And there's only this much of activities you can do around the house without letting the fever aches get to you. I'm fast becoming a facebook addict and maniac blogger. This is what, my third entry in less than 24 hours?
That's a record. I haven't done that since Sec 2.
Thursday
39. Nobody beats you.
DON'T BREAK MY HEART, AND I WON'T BREAK YOUR HEART SHAPED GLASSES.
I'm feeling bad,
For upsetting you.
I'm overwhelmed with sorrow;
If you can't forgive me today,
May I hope for tomorrow?
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I want nobody, nobody but you.
♥ you, Mister Junda Ng.
I'm feeling bad,
For upsetting you.
I'm overwhelmed with sorrow;
If you can't forgive me today,
May I hope for tomorrow?
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I want nobody, nobody but you.
♥ you, Mister Junda Ng.
38. I should be so lucky.
EAT GRASS & CARDBOARD.
First it starts with fever, then sore throat. So I went to the doctor's and got some medication and thought I'll be in the pink of health again before long. But nooo, fever came and went, to a point I couldn't stand it any longer, I went to the doctor's again only to be determined that I have H1N1 (early stage, so hold unto to your seat, don't go scurrying to your family doctor just cos I last said 'Hi' to you yo). The flu swipe/swap hurts like a bitch!!! Imagine pushing a stick the length of a regular satay stick up and into your nose by force!?! And then wait for the results.
*Tweedle thumbs*
*Pace*
*Cough cough*
*Send out farewell notes*
I thought the 15 minutes wait was agonizing enough, that is, until I heard the total amount. I literally winced upon hearing the amount due. Solid. Don't need to eat good food for the next few weeks to come already. Hence the title: "Eat grass & cardboard".
WHAT. THE. FUCK. SUAY SUAY SUAY.
Buy Toto or 4D also not so lucky LAH!!!
I hear the birds chirping and buses and cars going by. And I'm up at this ungodly hour squeezing my throbbing brain dry just to come up with two decent (we're not even talking bout 'A' grade quality) essays for Microecons. And to give morning calls to Passion and Kelvin who were nice enough to stay up and accompany/help me. Oh my god. Five days of isolation at home. No work, no money. No boyfriend, no honey. Hahahahaha! That was said in the spur of the moment but alas, isolation or not, the boyfriend aka sick bird's still hospitalized under observation anyway. Crossing my fingers hoping it's nothing serious yo. :(
Get well soon, to us both, with love.
First it starts with fever, then sore throat. So I went to the doctor's and got some medication and thought I'll be in the pink of health again before long. But nooo, fever came and went, to a point I couldn't stand it any longer, I went to the doctor's again only to be determined that I have H1N1 (early stage, so hold unto to your seat, don't go scurrying to your family doctor just cos I last said 'Hi' to you yo). The flu swipe/swap hurts like a bitch!!! Imagine pushing a stick the length of a regular satay stick up and into your nose by force!?! And then wait for the results.
*Tweedle thumbs*
*Pace*
*Cough cough*
*Send out farewell notes*
I thought the 15 minutes wait was agonizing enough, that is, until I heard the total amount. I literally winced upon hearing the amount due. Solid. Don't need to eat good food for the next few weeks to come already. Hence the title: "Eat grass & cardboard".
WHAT. THE. FUCK. SUAY SUAY SUAY.
Buy Toto or 4D also not so lucky LAH!!!
I hear the birds chirping and buses and cars going by. And I'm up at this ungodly hour squeezing my throbbing brain dry just to come up with two decent (we're not even talking bout 'A' grade quality) essays for Microecons. And to give morning calls to Passion and Kelvin who were nice enough to stay up and accompany/help me. Oh my god. Five days of isolation at home. No work, no money. No boyfriend, no honey. Hahahahaha! That was said in the spur of the moment but alas, isolation or not, the boyfriend aka sick bird's still hospitalized under observation anyway. Crossing my fingers hoping it's nothing serious yo. :(
Get well soon, to us both, with love.
Monday
37. All hail oat milk!
They have Mongolia Magnolia (Hahahaha! Thanks for spotting the mistake lyn! Predictive text was on. I'm blogging from the phone!) Oat Milk at Biz Park!!! Woohoo! Kevin looked like god when he came over to me with a packet of it. Yay!!!
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On a not-so-happy note, the boyfriend's running a temperature & I'm all the way in school. Not that I can be of any help but ugh. I wish I was a nurse.
I'm screwed for Microecons. Die, die, die.
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On a not-so-happy note, the boyfriend's running a temperature & I'm all the way in school. Not that I can be of any help but ugh. I wish I was a nurse.
I'm screwed for Microecons. Die, die, die.
Saturday
36. Swing Swing
WISTFUL.
Work is hot hot heat & blistered feet.
& mini waterfall of perspiration down my cleavage.
Bearable work is blasting The All Amercian Rejects on the speaker & sneaking away to blog.
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Did you think that I would cry
On the phone?
Do you know what it feels like
Being alone?
I'll find someone new
Swing, swing, swing
From the tangles of
My heart is crushed
By a former love
Can you help me find a way
To carry on again?
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Work is hot hot heat & blistered feet.
& mini waterfall of perspiration down my cleavage.
Bearable work is blasting The All Amercian Rejects on the speaker & sneaking away to blog.
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Did you think that I would cry
On the phone?
Do you know what it feels like
Being alone?
I'll find someone new
Swing, swing, swing
From the tangles of
My heart is crushed
By a former love
Can you help me find a way
To carry on again?
-
Monday
35. Aching feet.
THROW UP YOUR ARMS INTO THE SKY, YOU AND I.
The restaurant has been experiencing a tremendous influx of guests, thanks to the "Power of Media & Marketing". And typical Singaporean If-it-appeared-on-tv-then-I-must-try-or-risk-losing-face kiasu-ness.*
*Model Example: Typical 'cheapskate' family who dined at the restaurant last night. " You could be so lucky, lucky, lucky, luckyyy~!" Considering how other guests had to call not one, but two days in advance to make a reservation; you had us squeezing you in whereupon we could've easily turned up our nose and turned you away.
To make things worse, you vile old witch, you insulted us by asking if we serve RICE. Hello aunty, do we look like the "Tze Char" stall at newton circus hawker centre? And despite all my recommendations, you insists on having the simplest no-brainer items from the kid's menu. -.- Like? Fish 'n' Chips. And you stinge on starter and dessert. ONE bowl of soup to be shared among FOUR people?! Even the equation disgusts me as I type it out. And I suppose the food wasn't enough for you cos it took you HALF a fish to realize that it was oh-too-salty and had us replace a whole new slab of snapper for you.
And you still had the cheek to play haughty by complaining about the "poor service". To think I bestowed upon you my sweetest smile all along and made sure your water glasses was topped up and you were comfortable. ARGH. Poor service is dumping a whole jug of icy cold water onto your husband's lap so his family 'heirloom' aka balls can experience the wonders of Antarctica when you complained it was too hot yes.
I can take constructive criticism, but only if it justifies and in your case, cheapskatesss, it doesn't.
Over just one weekend, I broke my nail (never mind what remains of the 'manicure'), scalded my hand, suffered outbreaks, washed enough plates and utensils to cater for half of Africa and ran to and fro sooo much, the arch of my feet hurts. And poor Cherlyn has to go through that for consecutive 3 - 4 days. I take my hat off to you yo.
I hope business remains this good and not what you'd call a "one-off" thing. But we need more staff. Right now we're biting off more than we can chew.
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All mine.
Helmet on the left? Mine.
Helmet on the right belongs to soldier;
Soldier = mine.
So ultimately mine.
What logic right. (:
Thursday
34. This boy's mine, so is the helmet.
MY ARMS WON'T FREE YOU; MY HEART WON'T TRY.
In the few days that I was gone from the cyberworld, I:
In the few days that I was gone from the cyberworld, I:
- Spent time with someone I ♥ .
- Got a spanking beautiful new helmet. (mine, mine, mine! woot~)
- Painted both my finger and toe nails.
- Dyed my hair a deep shade of Burgundy.
Point 1 & 2 fills me with happiness that threatens to ooze from my pores. Point 3 leaves me almost close to disgust cos of the poor "paint job" and Point 4....argh. I'm not particularly thrilled about Point 4.
From a supposed Redhead, I became "carrot-top" which in turn made me look no different from the 'Ah Lian' sitting next to me at the bus stop and now I'm a Blackhead. No, that doesn't sound quite right. Different connotations yo. What I'm saying is that my hair is just that inch away from being Jet Black. I might wake up and scream at the sight of myself in the mirror tomorrow morning. It needs much getting used to.
I miss my Black micro fibre cloth. :(
Carelessness led to me scouting the whole of Tampines Mall only to be stuck with a ugly maroon cloth that is of a 'sub-standard' (in my opinion) compared to the initial one I had.
I don't even know where or when it fell out!
Monday
33. Lunch w Soldier.
Who has had the honour of having four hot soldiers (only one is hot, actually) in Smart 4 dining with them in the middle of the day?
I have, I have, I have!!!
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:D
I can die happy now.
Eventhough the food was bland & your 'hor fun' sucked.
I have, I have, I have!!!
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:D
I can die happy now.
Eventhough the food was bland & your 'hor fun' sucked.
Sunday
32. Shopping for office wear.
WITH NOTHING BUT YOUR T-SHIRT ON.
Puntuality has never been my virtue but today was the ultimatum. I broke the record with an atrocious (not 5 seconds nor 5 minutes) 5 hours late record. Hahaha! Terrible + horrible + hopelessness. My conscience is gnawing at me, yes. Especially when the shopping partner waited without so much more than a "Your babe is pissy" comment and so patiently picked out clothes for me and played lackey by carrying my bags, purchases and whatnots while I try on clothes.
But.
Shopping for office wear is sucha choreee. The top is perfect, then we can't find the bottom, then we found the perfect bottom but the top just doesn't go. Argh! After much deliberation, we decided on pants cos all the cookie-cutter girls will be in skirts, no? I don't want to look like a product of mass production. Eventhough I know someone prefers me in skirts.
Why must there be a certain "conduct" of dressing/dress code for office, presentations and all that jabberwocky? Shouldn't our dressing reflect our personality? I don't particularly fancy formal office wear yo. Maybe only during sex. Hahahaha!
Oh, and we ended up with purchases that we should never have laid our eyes upon.
(Blogger's eating up the pictures so no photos!)
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3 more days to Wednesday.
I grow to miss you more & more.
& then I'll need you more & more.
Not good yo.
Puntuality has never been my virtue but today was the ultimatum. I broke the record with an atrocious (not 5 seconds nor 5 minutes) 5 hours late record. Hahaha! Terrible + horrible + hopelessness. My conscience is gnawing at me, yes. Especially when the shopping partner waited without so much more than a "Your babe is pissy" comment and so patiently picked out clothes for me and played lackey by carrying my bags, purchases and whatnots while I try on clothes.
But.
Shopping for office wear is sucha choreee. The top is perfect, then we can't find the bottom, then we found the perfect bottom but the top just doesn't go. Argh! After much deliberation, we decided on pants cos all the cookie-cutter girls will be in skirts, no? I don't want to look like a product of mass production. Eventhough I know someone prefers me in skirts.
Why must there be a certain "conduct" of dressing/dress code for office, presentations and all that jabberwocky? Shouldn't our dressing reflect our personality? I don't particularly fancy formal office wear yo. Maybe only during sex. Hahahaha!
Oh, and we ended up with purchases that we should never have laid our eyes upon.
(Blogger's eating up the pictures so no photos!)
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3 more days to Wednesday.
I grow to miss you more & more.
& then I'll need you more & more.
Not good yo.
Thursday
31. 700 minutes to write 2000 words.
700 MINUTES TO WRITE A 2000 WORD ESSAY.
That gibberish was derived from two separate issues; a new 700 minutes free talk-time plan and a 2000 word essay due...later today.
They're a part of the list, things that I miss
Things like your funny little laugh
The way you smile, or the way we kiss
-
I really, really miss that someone.
"Damn you, H1N1! I totally, absolutely hate, hate, hate you!!!"
That gibberish was derived from two separate issues; a new 700 minutes free talk-time plan and a 2000 word essay due...later today.
They're a part of the list, things that I miss
Things like your funny little laugh
The way you smile, or the way we kiss
-
I really, really miss that someone.
"Damn you, H1N1! I totally, absolutely hate, hate, hate you!!!"
Saturday
30. 洋葱
ONION.
如果你愿意一层一层
一层的剥开我的心
你会发现 你会讶异
你是我 最压抑
最深处的秘密
如果你愿意一层一层
一层的剥开我的心
你会鼻酸 你会流泪
只要你能 听到我
看到我的全心全意
I like this song. I think I understand the lyrics but I don't really. Can someone please explain?
如果你愿意一层一层
一层的剥开我的心
你会发现 你会讶异
你是我 最压抑
最深处的秘密
如果你愿意一层一层
一层的剥开我的心
你会鼻酸 你会流泪
只要你能 听到我
看到我的全心全意
I like this song. I think I understand the lyrics but I don't really. Can someone please explain?
Friday
29. Transformers no more.
HOW DO I GET CLOSER TO YOU WHEN YOU KEEP IT ALL ON MUTE.
Transformers "transformed" to become no Transformers. :(
Revenge of The Fallen? Revenge of those who got confined more like it.
3 weeks.
1 day down, can't be too long.
Transformers "transformed" to become no Transformers. :(
Revenge of The Fallen? Revenge of those who got confined more like it.
3 weeks.
1 day down, can't be too long.
Thursday
Saturday
27. Love Hurts. - Nazareth
LOVE HURTS, LOVE SCARS, LOVE WOUNDS, AND MARKS.
I'm so pissed now.
I feel like kicking you till your guts spill out.
I feel like screaming till your ear drums burst.
I feel like punching you till my knuckles bleed.
I feel like doing all the above but I know I won't, the minute you apologize.
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On another note,
Happy Father's Day.
I'm so pissed now.
I feel like kicking you till your guts spill out.
I feel like screaming till your ear drums burst.
I feel like punching you till my knuckles bleed.
I feel like doing all the above but I know I won't, the minute you apologize.
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I'm young, I know,
But even so
I know a thing, or two
I learned, from you
I really learned a lot,
Really learned a lot
I know it isn't true,
I know it isn't true
Love is just a lie,
Made to make you blue
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On another note,
Happy Father's Day.
Monday
26. 3.5 hours of sleep actually.
BAMBI SYNDROME ON FULL-FORCE! SHUTTERBUG ON THE LOOSE.
I have a lot to write tonight and I'm gonna try to do it in turbo-speed (while I guzzle home-made barley) and press 'Publish' cos I want my beauty sleep and if I don't get it down now, I never will. Already as it is, half of what I'd wanted to say earlier had already been forgotten soon as I got off the phone.
Disclaimer: I only had 3 hours of sleep last night so whatever I say here shall not be allowed to be held against me. If I say anything out of turd, we'll blame it on the lack of sleep.
So I'd went to work (looking really hideous) with the hope that dinner might not be too busy so I can get an earlier "dismissal" but oh boy, was I ever wrong. About both going home early and the not-so-busy dinner, but they complement each other so it's natural the latter happens as a result of the former and bla bla bla, I'm mega confusing myself.
Lazy Lunch.
Lunch was really slow and lazy and the heat, oh god. Kill me. Almost killed me. The restaurant is made up of mostly glass. It feels like a greenhouse in the afternoon. I feel like a bloody cabbage in a greenhouse in the afternoon. Every afternoon when the sun is hot in the sky just like a giant spotlight..haha. I got distracted. No, I don't like that song by Lenka. I was so bored today and the heat made us so...sluggish, I sat in the restaurant and started snapping away on my phone (camera's 3.2 mega pixel but the pictures are LOUSY by the way). Lyn was so upset she abandoned me to camwhore alone. :(
This was the best warning she gave me before she started crying her eyes out. Tell me, DOES THIS EVEN LOOK LIKE A WARNING?! And all I could do was prance around singing "Nan Ren Bu Gai Rang Nu Ren Liu Lei" and throwing tissue in her direction. Direct translation: Er, guys should never ever let the ladies cry(?) I know, ching-chong pom-pi-pi.
The high point of today:
A 10-DAY OLD BABY SHITZ TZU! It was so absolutely-freaking-adorably-cuddly-CUTE and NO BIGGER than an average guy's hand!!! I didn't even dare to breathe, let alone touch it cos it looked so fragile!
All that gushing and googoo-gaga-ing and I actually forgot to ask for its name but nevermind, last I heard, 'he', along with his mommy will be attending the wedding that's scheduled to be held at my restaurant! Yay!
The Lonely Baby Humming Bird.
Just outside my restaurant! Barely a few days old and it's already more famous than Susan Boyle. Okayy, not true but hey, there were hordes of photographers crowding around it this morning with their bazooka-sized lens just to get a shot of it okayy!
The low point that made me really :(
You probably can't see (told you the picture quality's lousy), but I actually drew a line on the white faux leather of my phone pouch. Ouch. Rhymes eh. Pouch ouch. I have it in me to be a poet! Yes, that deceivingly innocent-looking purple pen IS the culprit. Hmpf!
The best weekend so far. ♥
Hello, Henderson Waves for the first time!
The endless
road ahead.
Resembles the
Great Wall of China right.
Me, after the walk.
Mr Income Tax, after the walk.
It all bores down to good stamina...
or just plain bullshit.
I have a lot to write tonight and I'm gonna try to do it in turbo-speed (while I guzzle home-made barley) and press 'Publish' cos I want my beauty sleep and if I don't get it down now, I never will. Already as it is, half of what I'd wanted to say earlier had already been forgotten soon as I got off the phone.
Disclaimer: I only had 3 hours of sleep last night so whatever I say here shall not be allowed to be held against me. If I say anything out of turd, we'll blame it on the lack of sleep.
So I'd went to work (looking really hideous) with the hope that dinner might not be too busy so I can get an earlier "dismissal" but oh boy, was I ever wrong. About both going home early and the not-so-busy dinner, but they complement each other so it's natural the latter happens as a result of the former and bla bla bla, I'm mega confusing myself.
Lazy Lunch.
Lunch was really slow and lazy and the heat, oh god. Kill me. Almost killed me. The restaurant is made up of mostly glass. It feels like a greenhouse in the afternoon. I feel like a bloody cabbage in a greenhouse in the afternoon. Every afternoon when the sun is hot in the sky just like a giant spotlight..haha. I got distracted. No, I don't like that song by Lenka. I was so bored today and the heat made us so...sluggish, I sat in the restaurant and started snapping away on my phone (camera's 3.2 mega pixel but the pictures are LOUSY by the way). Lyn was so upset she abandoned me to camwhore alone. :(
This was the best warning she gave me before she started crying her eyes out. Tell me, DOES THIS EVEN LOOK LIKE A WARNING?! And all I could do was prance around singing "Nan Ren Bu Gai Rang Nu Ren Liu Lei" and throwing tissue in her direction. Direct translation: Er, guys should never ever let the ladies cry(?) I know, ching-chong pom-pi-pi.
The high point of today:
A 10-DAY OLD BABY SHITZ TZU! It was so absolutely-freaking-adorably-cuddly-CUTE and NO BIGGER than an average guy's hand!!! I didn't even dare to breathe, let alone touch it cos it looked so fragile!
All that gushing and googoo-gaga-ing and I actually forgot to ask for its name but nevermind, last I heard, 'he', along with his mommy will be attending the wedding that's scheduled to be held at my restaurant! Yay!
The Lonely Baby Humming Bird.
Just outside my restaurant! Barely a few days old and it's already more famous than Susan Boyle. Okayy, not true but hey, there were hordes of photographers crowding around it this morning with their bazooka-sized lens just to get a shot of it okayy!
The low point that made me really :(
You probably can't see (told you the picture quality's lousy), but I actually drew a line on the white faux leather of my phone pouch. Ouch. Rhymes eh. Pouch ouch. I have it in me to be a poet! Yes, that deceivingly innocent-looking purple pen IS the culprit. Hmpf!
The best weekend so far. ♥
Hello, Henderson Waves for the first time!
The endless
road ahead.
Resembles the
Great Wall of China right.
Me, after the walk.
Mr Income Tax, after the walk.
It all bores down to good stamina...
or just plain bullshit.
Wednesday
25. Soldier.
I always jumble up my typing. I mean to type 'Soldier' but it always comes out as 'Solider'.
Tuesday
24. On Dooodolls.
SHUT UP & PUT YOUR MONEY WHERE YOUR MOUTH IS!
THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR WAKING UP IN VEGAS.
Merely first day into my two-week holidays and I'm already dreading the end of it. Two weeks ain't enough!!! Put aside the occasional complaints, life's been good if you ask. I saw the girls, whom I christened 'My Wondergirls' (since I got my sexy, suave red phone!) last night and boy, did the twins bring the house down with their squeals! Some things never change, agree?
This holiday was supposed to be all about work but aye, poor business has resulted in me getting less shifts at the restaurant, which in another sense is actually working towards my benefit cos I can finally take a guilt-free sabbatical leave! :D
Not only do I have a well-balanced schedule of work, projects, exercise and meet-ups, I even have lazy days ahead where I can wake up when the sun goes down and take a leisurely walk to the library & spend the rest of the day book-hunting. And when you thought things just can't get any better; it's the 'Double Books' time of the year at the library! Woohoo! Eight books at one go! I know I sound like a nerd but I JUST CANNOT CONTAIN MY EXCITEMENT!!! :D
On another note, I hate Stuffed Toys. Or Soft Toys, especially Teddy Bears. I once cut up a Teddy Bear an ignorant ex-boyfriend got for me. No idea what stuffed toys are? Just look at Hazel and Cherlyn's bedroom. PERFECT EXHIBITS. I call it 'Dust-mite Paradise'.
BUT.
I love, love, love these. They're so ugly to the point of being adorable. I really can't bring myself to say this (Lyn, I can see you smirking away!) but... I ACTUALLY FOUND MYSELF WANTING ONE OF THESE. Gulp. After all that is said, I still hate stuffed toys, really.
Find your favourite Dooodolls. (:
As I'm typing this, my stomach's rumbling, my eyes hurt from the fan blasting in my face, Kho Tyty's busy catching my earphone and I'm missing nobody, nobody but you! Haha, peace out yo. Sidney Sheldon's beckoning!
THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR WAKING UP IN VEGAS.
Merely first day into my two-week holidays and I'm already dreading the end of it. Two weeks ain't enough!!! Put aside the occasional complaints, life's been good if you ask. I saw the girls, whom I christened 'My Wondergirls' (since I got my sexy, suave red phone!) last night and boy, did the twins bring the house down with their squeals! Some things never change, agree?
This holiday was supposed to be all about work but aye, poor business has resulted in me getting less shifts at the restaurant, which in another sense is actually working towards my benefit cos I can finally take a guilt-free sabbatical leave! :D
Not only do I have a well-balanced schedule of work, projects, exercise and meet-ups, I even have lazy days ahead where I can wake up when the sun goes down and take a leisurely walk to the library & spend the rest of the day book-hunting. And when you thought things just can't get any better; it's the 'Double Books' time of the year at the library! Woohoo! Eight books at one go! I know I sound like a nerd but I JUST CANNOT CONTAIN MY EXCITEMENT!!! :D
On another note, I hate Stuffed Toys. Or Soft Toys, especially Teddy Bears. I once cut up a Teddy Bear an ignorant ex-boyfriend got for me. No idea what stuffed toys are? Just look at Hazel and Cherlyn's bedroom. PERFECT EXHIBITS. I call it 'Dust-mite Paradise'.
BUT.
I love, love, love these. They're so ugly to the point of being adorable. I really can't bring myself to say this (Lyn, I can see you smirking away!) but... I ACTUALLY FOUND MYSELF WANTING ONE OF THESE. Gulp. After all that is said, I still hate stuffed toys, really.
SO INTOLERABLY CUTEEE RIGHTTT!!!
Find your favourite Dooodolls. (:
As I'm typing this, my stomach's rumbling, my eyes hurt from the fan blasting in my face, Kho Tyty's busy catching my earphone and I'm missing nobody, nobody but you! Haha, peace out yo. Sidney Sheldon's beckoning!
Sunday
23. Missy Tyty's 1st Birthday!
CHEER UP, YOU MISERABLE FUCK.
THIS HAS GONE ON LONG ENOUGH AND I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANYMORE.
There are at least 8 people I know whose birthday falls during the month of May. And mostly people I hold dear to my heart, too. Oh, my poor bank. First Ee ee, then Cheryl, then the TWINS, then Nart and last of the lot, my most precious baby girl's 1st today! :D
HAPPY 1ST BIRTHDAY KHO TYTY!
(pronounced "Tai Tai") And boy, does she live up to the name.
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I'm currently madly infatuated with David Ford. (:
& thanks to Nart, I'm finally getting a mp3 player!
On a totally unrelated note, if there's anyone I want as my boyfriend, it'll be none other than this absolutely lovable japanese boy and you will agree with me after watching this video.
THIS HAS GONE ON LONG ENOUGH AND I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANYMORE.
There are at least 8 people I know whose birthday falls during the month of May. And mostly people I hold dear to my heart, too. Oh, my poor bank. First Ee ee, then Cheryl, then the TWINS, then Nart and last of the lot, my most precious baby girl's 1st today! :D
HAPPY 1ST BIRTHDAY KHO TYTY!
(pronounced "Tai Tai") And boy, does she live up to the name.
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I'm currently madly infatuated with David Ford. (:
& thanks to Nart, I'm finally getting a mp3 player!
On a totally unrelated note, if there's anyone I want as my boyfriend, it'll be none other than this absolutely lovable japanese boy and you will agree with me after watching this video.
Wednesday
22. Night at the Duplex.
BONEHEADED MISTAKE.
Totally random: Mr Feng Calls me "Little Cooking Master"! :D
I'm more of a Cooking "Monster" though.
Put two and two together? I'm dumb.
In another news, Night at the Museum 2 is worth every cent of your $6 or $7.50 or $8 or $9, depending on which day you decide to catch it. I would never have thought of watching it had it not been for a certain someone. (: And I got the pleasure of watching it with that certain someone yesterday cos my lecture was cancelled. (((:
Two more tests next week and we're off on a two week 'break'*.
*The school's attempt to break us apart in two weeks. How else would you explain the reasoning behind the numerous projects (due on the week of our return) spilling out of our ears?!
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Since I can't get any work done, I'm sleepingearly earlier (it isn't 'early' anymore) for a change. I've been spending a fortune on cabs! And I've to be prepared to spend another fortune at the doc's tomorrow for the nasty bites/infection I got all over my legs. :(
I should sing this song.
Now watch this.
Thank you Nic. Now I can never look at Wondergirls the same way again. :D
Tired but I'm in a rather chirpy mood. Life's great.
Totally random: Mr Feng Calls me "Little Cooking Master"! :D
I'm more of a Cooking "Monster" though.
- I need to sign into student portal for some work.
- I left my metric card and thumbdrive at work.
- My password's on the card.
- My work's in the thumbdrive.
Put two and two together? I'm dumb.
In another news, Night at the Museum 2 is worth every cent of your $6 or $7.50 or $8 or $9, depending on which day you decide to catch it. I would never have thought of watching it had it not been for a certain someone. (: And I got the pleasure of watching it with that certain someone yesterday cos my lecture was cancelled. (((:
Two more tests next week and we're off on a two week 'break'*.
*The school's attempt to break us apart in two weeks. How else would you explain the reasoning behind the numerous projects (due on the week of our return) spilling out of our ears?!
-
Since I can't get any work done, I'm sleeping
I should sing this song.
Now watch this.
Thank you Nic. Now I can never look at Wondergirls the same way again. :D
Tired but I'm in a rather chirpy mood. Life's great.
Friday
21. Sagittarius no more?
WALKING IN A CROWDED STREET, LOOKING FOR SOMEBODY.
STARE AT ALL THE FACES MAKING UP THE CROWD, MAKING UP THE CROWD.
An e-mail from Hazel sparked off this whole series of 'research' and half an hour later, I'm greatly affected and feeling disorientated because I'm THE 13th zodiac! I'd been a very happy Sagittarius for the past 21 years and suddenly someone tells me I'm not a Sagittarius but actually a constellation that has been left out of the astrological calendar in order to minimise humans' inconvenience? Oh, wow.
Ophiuchus
STARE AT ALL THE FACES MAKING UP THE CROWD, MAKING UP THE CROWD.
An e-mail from Hazel sparked off this whole series of 'research' and half an hour later, I'm greatly affected and feeling disorientated because I'm THE 13th zodiac! I'd been a very happy Sagittarius for the past 21 years and suddenly someone tells me I'm not a Sagittarius but actually a constellation that has been left out of the astrological calendar in order to minimise humans' inconvenience? Oh, wow.
Ophiuchus
The descriptions below are associated with the 13th sign - Ophiuchus. (How do you even pronounce that?!) There are some points which I find uncannily true though...
- Interpreter of dreams, premonitions.
- Attracts good luck and fruitful blessings. (Despite all my lamenting, I have been rather lucky, really.)
- Poetical, inventive nature, expanding.
- Seeks higher education.
- Architect, builder, reaches for the stars.
- Astrological talents, intuitive. (?! So not true.)
- Large family indicated, but apt to be separated from them when young. (Bingo!)
- The number twelve holds great significance.
- Foresight to benefit from hard times. (Ok, really, I'm working on the foresight thingy.)
- Has secret enemies in family or close associations. (This is scary.)
- Many jealous of this subject. (Too agree with this statement will make me sound so conceited.)
- Apple of father's eye when young. (And still is!!! :D)
- High position in life expected (depending on aspects) highest fame and legend comes after death however. (So I must die?!)
- Likes to wear clothing of vibrant colours.
- Receives the favor of those in charge. (Sounds good and bad...well it has happened.)
This is the Zodiac as some astrologers believe it should be:
Capricornus - January 19 to February 15
Aquarius - February 16 to March 11
Pisces - March 12 to April 18
Aries - April 19 to May 13
Taurus - May 14 to June 19
Gemini - June 20 to July 20
Cancer - July 21 to August 9
Leo - August 10 to September 15
Virgo - September 16 to October 30
Libra - October 31 to November 22
Scorpius - November 23 to November 29
Ophiuchus - November 30 to December 17
Sagittarius - December 18 to January 18
I feel so 'misplaced'.
Wednesday
20. Twins' 20th Birthday!
DIG THIS:
THIS IS THE 20TH ENTRY;
IT'S THE 20TH OF MAY TODAY;
IT'S THE TWINS' 20TH BIRTHDAY.
The coincidence is almost creepy.
You ladies are in for a treat on Thursday! It's our what, 8th year(?) of seeing that same 'annoying' face but we still love you girls as much, if not more. (:
-
Dinner with Joshua was fantastic but now I feel FAT, FAT, FAT, FAT, FAT, FAT, FAAAT.
In fact every morsel of food I put into my mouth now makes me feel digustingly fat.
THIS IS THE 20TH ENTRY;
IT'S THE 20TH OF MAY TODAY;
IT'S THE TWINS' 20TH BIRTHDAY.
The coincidence is almost creepy.
You ladies are in for a treat on Thursday! It's our what, 8th year(?) of seeing that same 'annoying' face but we still love you girls as much, if not more. (:
-
Dinner with Joshua was fantastic but now I feel FAT, FAT, FAT, FAT, FAT, FAT, FAAAT.
In fact every morsel of food I put into my mouth now makes me feel digustingly fat.
Saturday
19. Had my chance & blew it.
TIRED, SLEEP DEPRIVED & __________.
A shocking and disappointing revelation.
A shocking and disappointing revelation.
I would be lying if I say I didn't feel a thing.
Thursday
Monday
17. Stupid but happy.
STUPIDLY, DELIRIOUSLY HAPPY.
'Singapore Pool hunting' at Bedok Interchange proved to be rather fun.
So is eating at a crowded, smoky, sweltering hawker centre.
So is being the object of your endless, merciless teasing.
So is ad hoc grocery shopping.
All that despite the insane urge to yawn every 3 seconds; nasty eyebags that I tried to conceal behind geeky glasses and smudged eyeliner.
It all bores down to the company I guess.
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My mother asked me to send her the 'most beautiful' picture of myself for Mother's Day cos she missed me a lot. For someone who had always been more of a Daddy's girl (never spoke more than 50 words to her at one go), I teared upon reading the text.
'Singapore Pool hunting' at Bedok Interchange proved to be rather fun.
So is eating at a crowded, smoky, sweltering hawker centre.
So is being the object of your endless, merciless teasing.
So is ad hoc grocery shopping.
All that despite the insane urge to yawn every 3 seconds; nasty eyebags that I tried to conceal behind geeky glasses and smudged eyeliner.
It all bores down to the company I guess.
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My mother asked me to send her the 'most beautiful' picture of myself for Mother's Day cos she missed me a lot. For someone who had always been more of a Daddy's girl (never spoke more than 50 words to her at one go), I teared upon reading the text.
Thursday
16. Something stupid.
FOR WELL YOU KNOW IT'S A FOOL WHO PLAYS IT COOL
BY MAKNG HIS WORLD A LITTLE COLDER
Things have been hitting the fan. Assignments, work, school, work, assignments, more assignments, projects. It just keeps piling up. Despite all the hours spent at work, I'm in the red with my finances - haven't cleared my hanging gale for months. After I do so, I'm going on a trip. By myself.
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I said, "my heart feels like a piece of dirty laundry, wrenched dry after a wash."
I didn't expect to conjure up responses from friends who came asking me if things were 'ok'. Haha! Even if things were not okayy, their concern would've easily melted away the blues. It's just me being melodramatic.
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Even the most innocuous of situations can accumulate and fester into a distasteful end. Sometimes in life, we do things that we shouldn't have done. Last night was one of those days.
I smell the rain.
BY MAKNG HIS WORLD A LITTLE COLDER
Things have been hitting the fan. Assignments, work, school, work, assignments, more assignments, projects. It just keeps piling up. Despite all the hours spent at work, I'm in the red with my finances - haven't cleared my hanging gale for months. After I do so, I'm going on a trip. By myself.
-
I said, "my heart feels like a piece of dirty laundry, wrenched dry after a wash."
I didn't expect to conjure up responses from friends who came asking me if things were 'ok'. Haha! Even if things were not okayy, their concern would've easily melted away the blues. It's just me being melodramatic.
-
Even the most innocuous of situations can accumulate and fester into a distasteful end. Sometimes in life, we do things that we shouldn't have done. Last night was one of those days.
I smell the rain.
Sunday
15. Shagged & stressed.
My ankle hurts & I'm so drained out; I feel like isolating myself & having a good cry.
Tuesday
14. Don't want to go to bed mad.
WHAT USE IS IT TO YOU
WHAT'S ON MY MIND
IF IT AIN'T COMING OUT.
Second week into school and my body feels as if it's ready to drop dead and disintegrate into a million little pieces. My nose is already halfway into the process of dropping off; it's even turned an unnatural hue of pink! My throat hurts, I sound like Donald Duck, my temperature fluctuates, I'm bleeding down below and it feels like somebody's yanking the tendons behind my eyes.
Let's see...in the next few days (and weeks) to come I'll be working, schooling, working, schooling, working, schooling...(on loop) Exciting right! So exciting I feel like spuking kway teow from of my nose. I know, what's the link. Puking because I just saw a contestant on America's next top model puking on tv and kway teow because I suddenly thought of my Canadian lecturer saying 'Kway Teow' and he sounds like this: "Gu-eh TEE-iao", with the extra emphasis on the 'T'.
Eh looky, I proofread and realized I spelled 'puking' as 'spuking'. What's that suppose to mean? Spewing puke? Whatever the case, I like it.
In other news, my friends commented that I'm expressive, both written and spoken. In other words, over-dramatic. That's because I see most of my thoughts in blocks of colours and pictures and my expressiveness sprouts from my inability to describe them with minimal words. The way I look at it, it's not a gift. It's my handicap.
Cramp, cramp, cramp, cramp...like a steady drumbeat, I feel the crescendo building up. What I wouldn't trade for 6 months of 'Menstruation-free days'.
WHAT'S ON MY MIND
IF IT AIN'T COMING OUT.
Second week into school and my body feels as if it's ready to drop dead and disintegrate into a million little pieces. My nose is already halfway into the process of dropping off; it's even turned an unnatural hue of pink! My throat hurts, I sound like Donald Duck, my temperature fluctuates, I'm bleeding down below and it feels like somebody's yanking the tendons behind my eyes.
Let's see...in the next few days (and weeks) to come I'll be working, schooling, working, schooling, working, schooling...(on loop) Exciting right! So exciting I feel like spuking kway teow from of my nose. I know, what's the link. Puking because I just saw a contestant on America's next top model puking on tv and kway teow because I suddenly thought of my Canadian lecturer saying 'Kway Teow' and he sounds like this: "Gu-eh TEE-iao", with the extra emphasis on the 'T'.
Eh looky, I proofread and realized I spelled 'puking' as 'spuking'. What's that suppose to mean? Spewing puke? Whatever the case, I like it.
In other news, my friends commented that I'm expressive, both written and spoken. In other words, over-dramatic. That's because I see most of my thoughts in blocks of colours and pictures and my expressiveness sprouts from my inability to describe them with minimal words. The way I look at it, it's not a gift. It's my handicap.
Cramp, cramp, cramp, cramp...like a steady drumbeat, I feel the crescendo building up. What I wouldn't trade for 6 months of 'Menstruation-free days'.
Wednesday
Tuesday
12. Dumb delete.
WE WON'T HAVE IT KNOWN
THAT WE OWN A TELEPHONE
Sleep on it: Why post something on a public domain if you don't want the public to read?
Because deep down inside, we're all disgusting attention seekers craving for people to notice.
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Change of layout, check.
Nope, I'm not feeling the least bit 'inspired' nor creative.
I merely deleted the old template bymistake stupidity. Re-creating the skeleton of this template was no sweat (I'm lying) but the image - the core of the design I'd attached along with the last template is gone and I didn't make copies and the computer is lagging so bad, I can't re-create another until...oh god, I'm working the entire week.
& school starts next week so who knows, things might get so crazy and busy. Assignments might start pouring in and reach up to my neck...and we all know it doesn't take anything long to reach up to my neck, considering just how 'tall' I am...
This is just me feeling gloomy and grumpy and passing off this aimless rambling as another 'entry'. Cheers, the world will keep spinning nonetheless.
THAT WE OWN A TELEPHONE
Sleep on it: Why post something on a public domain if you don't want the public to read?
Because deep down inside, we're all disgusting attention seekers craving for people to notice.
-
Change of layout, check.
Nope, I'm not feeling the least bit 'inspired' nor creative.
I merely deleted the old template by
& school starts next week so who knows, things might get so crazy and busy. Assignments might start pouring in and reach up to my neck...and we all know it doesn't take anything long to reach up to my neck, considering just how 'tall' I am...
This is just me feeling gloomy and grumpy and passing off this aimless rambling as another 'entry'. Cheers, the world will keep spinning nonetheless.
Saturday
11. Your call made me (:
Ladies and gentlemen, the latest express highlights.
Ladies and gentlemen, the latest express highlights.
Ladies and gentlemen, the latest express highlights.
Ladies and gentlemen, the latest express highlights.
Ladies and gentlemen, the latest express highlights.
Ladies and gentlemen, the latest express highlights.
Ladies and gentlemen, the latest express highlights.
A call from Taiwan got me grinning like a Cheshire cat. (:
Ladies and gentlemen, the latest express highlights.
Ladies and gentlemen, the latest express highlights.
Ladies and gentlemen, the latest express highlights.
Ladies and gentlemen, the latest express highlights.
Ladies and gentlemen, the latest express highlights.
Ladies and gentlemen, the latest express highlights.
A call from Taiwan got me grinning like a Cheshire cat. (:
10. Stolen Swimming Culinary.
BUSY WITH BEING BUSY.
Today was of tossing bed covers off because it was too sticky to sleep in.
I've got a story for you:
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Culinary
A question for the human race: is contentment the easiest form of achievement? I've watched as those around me fall to the temptation of conformation and as time ticked by, I've understood lesser with each incident. I've come to realise that it's sometimes not really choice that makes us. Most people don't have opportunities to make their own decisions and thus, are misled into thinking that becoming like the person next to you would mean safer greens and a little more competition from everyone else that works the same way you do.
I'm still contemplating about taking up the course. Yeah, I should be counting my blessings considering a lot of my peers are not as 'fortunate' as I am. When told that Culinary & Catering Management wasn't my ideal course although it was my 2nd choice, the common reply I got was, "Aiyah! At least you got into a Poly right!" Note the emphasis on "a Poly".
Which brings me back to my point, are we all content on settling for second best? I definitely don't have doubts about my capability to excel in this course but it's still under contemplation because it is ultimately not my ideal choice.
Then again, 'Ideal' ceased to exist since my dream was rudely shattered by devil in the form of cheap A4 paper with the words "I'm sorry..." printed across it. Yeah right, you're 'sorry'. I'm still pissed that the system was so biased as to reject me without even looking at my portfolio. All that talk about giving ITE students equal opportunities...is merely talk and what was that saying? Talk is cheap.
Life makes a fool out of you, honestly. To pride yourself capable of taking on some matters means you put yourself out there in the harsh coldness against the whirlwinds of challenges, frustration and possible failure; but to stay in the comfort of security means you lose out on opportunities and a chance to fail - can we accept failure?
More importantly, can I accept failure?
To tell you this is an invitation for you to stab swords into my eyes; I was actually secretly hoping that I would not be offered any course in the various Polytechnics. Because then I would be shoved into the corner with only one choice - work. It's easy for many to choose to stay in the safe and comforting arms of school. After all, It's your parents' money, fritter it. You won't feel the pinch. I don't get to enjoy such luxury so now I'm at the crossroad; to go or not to go?
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Books
Books are such mysterious beings, each time I try to break into them, I end up breaking into myself. They're my solace, my safe-haven. I wouldn't mind reading every waking hour, reading life-moving books, transport myself into an entirely different world, wrap all my books up nicely in clear plastic. I'm on my 2nd book this month and I bought a new book already! A Friend Like Henry by Nuala Gardner.
Can't wait.
Today was of tossing bed covers off because it was too sticky to sleep in.
I've got a story for you:
Stolen Swimming Culinary.
That gibberish above is derived if I were to take the first word of each individual "happening" incident.
01. I got my hand phone stolen/got into a brawl/got myself scrapped knees/got phone back.
02. Went for a swim with Nart (finally!). Got a more defined-than-ever ugly swimsuit tan.
03. Received my disappointing final term results.
04. Got accepted into Temasek Poly - Culinary & Catering Management
Stolen
The incident took place last Sunday while I was at work. There is usually nothing special about one in the afternoon. Customers came in drips and drapes and out of convenience, I left my phone on this little coffee table/cashier in my shop. And in saunters this family, decked nicely from head to toe, sporting labels that probably cost 6 times what I earn in a month. They feigned interest so genuine, they had me running like a wind-up mouse finding the items in the size they want.
And while I'm at it, he (the father) with a deft sweep of his hand, swiped my dropped-a-gazillion-times, give-me-free-also-I-don't-want hand phone into his pocket. All the while talking to me. Not face to face of course. (I was looking for items in the size he requested for, remember?) This is why I should never attempt to multi-task.
So they continued to browse the items despite the possibility that I may discover my 'missing' phone ANYTIME. Before making their exit, they thanked me oh-so politely, didn't make any purchase, DUH. Probably thanked my for the hand phone, not my service.
Like all crime story goes, the victim only realized upon the departure of the suspect/culprit. So that was me then, "PHONE. GONE. RECALL. PANIC." I made a few calls while frantically scanning the whole of haji lane for 'the family' (are they even a real family?).
One of the calls made was to Josh and being the smartypants he is, he said to check the CCTV footage. "OH YA HOR." But what good will it do since the culprit is probably halfway to Timbuktu?
For curiosity's sake, I called Justin (my boss) and being the nice guy that he is, he rushed back to the shop and even parked his car illegally outside the shop so as not to waste time looking for parking lots. (This is vital to the development of the story.)
While he toggled with the controls to replay the footage caught on the CCTV, he said, "Bell, can you go out and keep a look-out for Traffic Police? I'm not suppose to park there."
*Trotters off obediently*
AND THAT VERY INSTANT, 'THE FAMILY' DROVE BY. My heart skipped a beat. Y'know the feeling you get in the gut; when you have a nagging suspicion about something but just can't put your finger on it?
The "father" aka culprit flashed me a mega-watt smile as he leisurely drove past and I mentally took down the car plate number when the Nancy Drew in me kicked in. Be still my beating heart.
Thinking that I could very well be suspecting an innocent man, I went back to check on the progress of the footage playback and there, in slow-motion, I witnessed the act of 'phone-napping'. The same guy who just drove by and had the cheek to smile at me.
I was mad. But more so thrilled, not in a happy way. The adrenaline pumping through my veins were so intense and intensity thrills me.
Me: "He just drove by!!!"
Justin: "Really?!"
Me: "Yeah, I took down his car plate number."
Justin: "Good, let's make a police report now."
(The story doesn't end here.)
God was on my side or maybe he was bored up there and wanted drama 'cos when I look out towards the door, they were just across the lane, at the shopfront of the opposite store.
Me: "Er...Justin? They're outside now."
Justin: "Where?!" (dashes out the door)
(Here's the exciting part)
He grabbed the culprit by the neck and demanded him to return the stolen phone and did we all think he would return upon request? NO, DUH. Not something he made an effort to steal, albeit very effortlessly.
What we got in response was a very loud and belligerent, "WHAT PHONE HUR!? WHAT PHONE?!" followed by a punch right at Justin's left eye/eyebrow/temple.
I flipped. The events that followed were a blur. The men got into a brawl, I made a call to the police and proceed to grab the "mother" of the family. My only concern at that point in time was, "if the culprit got away, at least I got the accomplice."
Pull/tug/scream/cry/shout/pull/shove/push/repeat
Until I smashed both knee caps on the ground. KANINAMA CHAO CHEEBYE. That earned that arrogant bitch a slap that sent her "GUCCI" glasses flying off her fugly lying face.
All that drama and the guy still got away but what matters is we got the accomplice! So you know how the story goes from here. Police came, interrogation, blah blah blah. Police case.
Stealing while big brother's watching was orchestrating his own peril. And 'Big Brother' here, we're referring to CCTV as well as the ever-omniscient God 'cos judging from the way the series of unfortunate events unfolded that day, it was definitely a twist of fate, to my benefit.
Come to think of it, 'the Family' wouldn't have gotten caught if they hadn't came back for 'second helpings'. Evil stems from greed. Agree?-
Culinary
A question for the human race: is contentment the easiest form of achievement? I've watched as those around me fall to the temptation of conformation and as time ticked by, I've understood lesser with each incident. I've come to realise that it's sometimes not really choice that makes us. Most people don't have opportunities to make their own decisions and thus, are misled into thinking that becoming like the person next to you would mean safer greens and a little more competition from everyone else that works the same way you do.
I'm still contemplating about taking up the course. Yeah, I should be counting my blessings considering a lot of my peers are not as 'fortunate' as I am. When told that Culinary & Catering Management wasn't my ideal course although it was my 2nd choice, the common reply I got was, "Aiyah! At least you got into a Poly right!" Note the emphasis on "a Poly".
Which brings me back to my point, are we all content on settling for second best? I definitely don't have doubts about my capability to excel in this course but it's still under contemplation because it is ultimately not my ideal choice.
Then again, 'Ideal' ceased to exist since my dream was rudely shattered by devil in the form of cheap A4 paper with the words "I'm sorry..." printed across it. Yeah right, you're 'sorry'. I'm still pissed that the system was so biased as to reject me without even looking at my portfolio. All that talk about giving ITE students equal opportunities...is merely talk and what was that saying? Talk is cheap.
Life makes a fool out of you, honestly. To pride yourself capable of taking on some matters means you put yourself out there in the harsh coldness against the whirlwinds of challenges, frustration and possible failure; but to stay in the comfort of security means you lose out on opportunities and a chance to fail - can we accept failure?
More importantly, can I accept failure?
To tell you this is an invitation for you to stab swords into my eyes; I was actually secretly hoping that I would not be offered any course in the various Polytechnics. Because then I would be shoved into the corner with only one choice - work. It's easy for many to choose to stay in the safe and comforting arms of school. After all, It's your parents' money, fritter it. You won't feel the pinch. I don't get to enjoy such luxury so now I'm at the crossroad; to go or not to go?
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Books
Books are such mysterious beings, each time I try to break into them, I end up breaking into myself. They're my solace, my safe-haven. I wouldn't mind reading every waking hour, reading life-moving books, transport myself into an entirely different world, wrap all my books up nicely in clear plastic. I'm on my 2nd book this month and I bought a new book already! A Friend Like Henry by Nuala Gardner.
Can't wait.
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