progressive retrocede

Of moving, at least temporarily

2007-04-27T17:48:00.000+08:00

Drop a comment if you wanna know my new bitch-spot on the intrawebz.

And no Liam, stop fooling yourself. You're special and all, but not THAT special.

Of Recuperation from Unexpected Sources

2007-04-24T22:10:00.001+08:00

I know I'm supposed to be studying, but first I got a message on MySpace from someone named Penetrathor Hammer, wanting to be my friend. So I checked out my own profile to see what he thought we had in common, this man who claims to desecrate graves, and rape nuns, on a weekly basis. And I realised I still had Lupe Fiasco and Jill Scott's Daydreaming playing on my profile, so I decided to watch their performance on Letterman again because it's so damn pretty. And while watching it for the 20th time or so, I noticed a link to a clip of Jill Scott at Def Jam Poetry. And then of course I got sucked into watching a bunch of different performers slamming, and I discovered a couple of gems:

Erykah Badu

Ishle Park talking about.... something prissy virginal folk probably don't want to watch. Especially if you're a fan of Michael Jordan.

Black Ice. Gave me goosebumps

And just cos I'm feeling a little sappy (yeah, the boy did his thing, but that doesn't mean I went giggly like a little girl, tyvm Jerm, although I'm still most amused by you equating my upgrading him to Sorta-Boyfriend status to changing his acronym from NBF to MBF.... Non and Maybe, for you slow folk out there). Here's Shihan talking about love. It's sweet.

Of burning out

2007-04-24T16:23:00.000+08:00

I barely lasted 3 hours studying today. I only need to keep it up for 3 more days, but it's getting increasingly harder to just sit down and focus. Fuck fuck fucketty fuck fuck. I think it's the lookalikes that threw me off. Convenient to have someone to blame. Grin.

It's scary though, how many people go to Siglap 'bucks. With the new psycho Malay guy, things look set to be lots of fun. Maybe. Or he may just turn out to be REALLY psycho. Like when he mocked me for taking a while in the loo. "Were you blowing bubbles in there?!" And he has a strange obsession with talking to me in Malay. A bit wtf.

I found Polo at the 7-11 today. I was quite excited. "Life's a Hole lot cooler!"

Already got plans for Saturday, Sunday, and Tuesday. Possibly Friday night too. I don't know how much I want to go to a mama party though. Hmm.

Sigh. Nap time, and hopefully the words won't still be swimming in front of my eyes when I wake up.

Of being in limbo

2007-04-21T22:02:00.000+08:00

I don't like it when people try so hard. Maybe it's because I never try.

I don't know if it's just the pms, but I feel completely removed from everything. My papers start in 4 days, and I feel no stress. I just spent an hour soaking in the tub. I got yelled at over the phone for the most ridiculous shit and I had no reaction to it.

I did enjoy the love from F, though. So maybe I'm not completely lost.

Of Cafe Rambles, part IV

2007-04-20T00:07:00.000+08:00

There's a helicopter doing rounds at the river today. I resorted to a grande mocha to make me happy.

Or, as MizzF would say, there's "Some machine flying around". Seriously la. The two of you damn fated. Who doesn't know what a mane is?!?!

We were at Fullerton. I tried to do 23o1 papers, but it wasn't very productive. I did see JermJerm though, and Bryan was sitting at his store too! And MizzF got her earphones. Snazzy ones. Yay =)

Lousy days tend to end on a good note. Maybe it's just because I'm so much happier by comparison. Or maybe yoga really does soothe the soul. Or maybe it was the drunken comment I received on Friendster that made me laugh like a maniac. Or finally seeing (some) of the girlies. Or MizzF and my special brownies. Or my mom being mean.

Me: Daddy, what's your friend's name?
Daddy: Which friend?
Me: The fat one.
Mom: *insert my dad's best friend's name here*

His wife is a real bitch. She's not very nice to my mom. I was most amused. (I was talking about his friend Sameer who works in the movies, btw)

I feel blessed. I'm healthy (mostly), and have great friends and family. What more could I need?

Well, some candy and/or milo would be nice. But aside from that, I'm perfectly dandy. Big smiles.

of an eventful morning

2007-04-19T10:44:00.000+08:00

My baby's in the hospital getting a $3000 reconstruction job. I'm sorry Shirley Shanelle Shandy, I promise to treat you better once you're out.

Of Cafe Rambles, part III

2007-04-17T12:28:00.001+08:00

"The terminator shall be Ctrl-C. Make sure to print "Hasta la vista, baby" ;) "
- Reason #62 why my Parallel and Concurrent Programming class isn't a complete bore.

That was my lecturer's reply to a query in the forum about how our assignment should terminate.

Speaking of which, I should probably get back to work and stop laughing to myself over my conversations with the bizarre Starbucks employee who's working today. First we talked about 'shrooms, then about how to lose weight, then we made racist remarks about white people. Eeeeeevil, that man is. Evil and amusing. Just the way I like 'em.

Of Cafe Rambles, part III

2007-04-17T12:28:00.000+08:00

Of why my friends and I can spend all day together and still find shit to talk about on MSN

2007-04-16T23:11:00.000+08:00

aka the post with the longest title ever.

MizzFluff says (10:24 PM):
omg thats ethnocentric BEYOND ethnocentric ah
it takes ethnocentric to a whole different level
she's like hitler

How can you not love people who compare people to Hitler, just because they expressed a dislike for you?

Also, many thanks to Twinks for the flower in my hair which made me look like Pocahontas, not Jasmine Trias, thank you very much.

Much love to the cafe dwellers.

EDIT: Doofy just cracked me up really badly. I have this as my display picture on msn:

Jerm H Doof. says (11:15 PM):
who's the fat botero?
achesy says (11:15 PM):
MONA LISA?!?!?!
Jerm H Doof. says (11:15 PM):
oh, yeah, tru.
achesy says (11:15 PM):
eh. I think you may be needing some sleep
Jerm H Doof. says (11:16 PM):
no no
no
i..
lol
who drew this pic anyway?
achesy says (11:17 PM):
Botero
lol
Jerm H Doof. says (11:17 PM):
oh. i tot it was internet graphic you grabbed MEANT to look like a fat chick which i thought looked very botero which TURNED OUT to be a mona lisa which further reinforced my opinion that it was in fact an internet graphic parody but no, it was just a fat botero mona lisa

Of fluffy being a meandering soul

2007-04-14T21:55:00.000+08:00

Today we found our special place. It's very romantic.

Also, I decided I like the word meandering.

If you guys could participate in the following poll (completely anonymous, of course!) I would be greatly appreciative.

Also, has anyone else seen this? I can't tell if it's the cough syrup + need for sleep that's making me find it so amusing, or if it's really as funny as it seems right now... but I'm sure some of you will enjoy it, so here you go:

I forgot to link this ages ago. Enjoy, loves =) Grab your dick and double click....

Of things said when hyper

2007-04-14T10:36:00.000+08:00

Fluff's friend RAhUL claims that girls who go grocery shopping and eat celery sticks are sophisticated. Somehow that led to me and Fluffy reciting the following (in our best cheerleaders from Bring It On voices) in the car on the way back from Mickey's place:

Who's Fis-ti-cated?
I'm Fis-ti-cated!
How Fis-ti-cated?
SO Fis-ticated!!!! YEAH!!!

Now excuse me while I go get ready to meet her butt for yet another round of studying. I really wonder what we're going to do once school's out, because this is all we ever seem to do now - study, get hyper to release stress/tension, eat, sleep, repeat.

EDIT: Things you learn in the ShoutBox:

In the Sambia tribe, as early as age 7, young boys are expected to “suck the penis of a mature boy every night and swallow the sperm"

- Source

Also, here's a link that's got me extremely perplexed. How the fuck does ANYONE have that much patience?!

Of antisocial comforts

2007-04-13T23:01:00.000+08:00

I know I'm slipping into this little antisocial cell, but for some reason or other I decided to un-delete all those people I'd deleted on MSN (deleted, not blocked) and just seeing them sign in and out is kinda cheering me up. Without the talking, it's just kinda nice to know that they're there, you know?

I had dinner with the wifey (I'm lagging extremely muchly with the commentary posts, I'm sorry! Make up for it soonish, promise). Sorry if I was a bit dead. This sickness is tiring me right out. If it doesn't go away soon I'll go to the doctor, even though I know she's just going to give me more paracetamol.

Somehow these conferences with Yati always cheer me up. As do Mickey and Fluffy and all the other good company. Thanks for the truffles, twinks =)

of still being confusslated

2007-04-11T22:06:00.000+08:00

I'm sick sick sick sick sick and it's pissing me off, mostly because I can't go to the gym and now is the perfect time for me to let off some steam by running like the crazed hounds of hell are after me.

ugh!

BB and I actually walked around today instead of just sitting around. It was... a strange feeling. Also, I almost referred to you as the Fluffy Banana but that just sounds so damn wrong.

ughhhh. I want the boy to come back and baby me already.

2 more weeks and I'm done for the semester. Hmph.

of a 100 posts already

2007-04-10T17:15:00.000+08:00

Today was a painful kind of day. I'll be glad when I no longer have to deal with stupid people.

I don't know what I'm going to do when you get back. I don't know if I love you anymore. I don't know if I want to.

I miss the Fluff.

I want to curl up with a good book and a bar of chocolate, or a tub of ice cream, and just read for a week straight.

Ugh.

of being delirious with the fever

2007-04-08T21:39:00.000+08:00

mickey says (9:36 PM):
i watched casablanca today
i wished i lived in those times
achesy says (9:36 PM):
I watched my snot run down the drain
hahahahahgaha
not really
achesy says (9:37 PM):
I just felt like saying that
sorry
oh god
I'm really hyper
mickey says (9:37 PM):
wtf?!!
are you trying to scare me?
cause u're freaking me out!!!!!!!!

of yet more rambles from the coffee shops

2007-04-08T18:07:00.000+08:00

Reason #46 why I love hindi movies:

Varun: I already told you, you can't come along.
Gayathri: Varun!
Varun: This is the end of the road for you, baby. Go back. Please.
Gayathri: Varun!
Varun: I love you Gayathri. Good bye.
Gayathri: Varun!

How fucked up is it when you start to relate to Top 40's hits?

I'm running a slight fever. Enough to let me remember the good times with the ex. Which makes me think maybe I know, at least some what, what it is I want from a relationship. But as usual, I can't put it into words. It's okay though, I have a while yet to work on that.

love,
Fudge.

Of things I bet you didn't know

2007-04-06T16:57:00.000+08:00

Every time the weekend rolls around, my feet start itching to be squished into painful but oh so gorgeous shoes and taken out dancing. 3 weeks till my semester ends bitches, and then I'm going to have a long fun filled week before settling down into boredom for the next 3 months.

I just ditched Swine on MSN. She was about to start a drunken conversation with me, but luckily for me I have to get dressed for Friday Night Dinner, so I had an escape route.

Reason #72653839 why I'm so glad I have cool parents:

pooofta said:
o shit moms iming me
i have to remember to cleverly avoid

She wants to make babies with the dad from My Family. I want to make babies with the son. Does that mean my kids would call her gramma?

Random musings while at Starbucks "studying":

A funny thing happened today. A stranger spoke to me, saw no reason to ask someone else. Maybe I'm not as fiercefromkeepingitin as I used to be, after all.

I love watching grown men eat ice cream with a kind of silent bliss radiating outward. It's like a gentle reminder that as much as you've ignored it, the child inside of you probably hasn't died yet.

If the NBF won't say it, I'll take it from Axl Rose instead.

That last part would stem from listening to Don't Cry like 300 gabillion times on repeat the past week.

Reason #27 why I love Friendster:

You never know what you'll find. In front you have kitty, then you have two random pleasantly nonhomophobic young men, then you have Snoopy who.. well.. never mind, let's not discuss the girlfriends' dirty little secrets in public... and then behind him, you have... *drumroll* My ass! That was the night I spent an abnormally large amount of time sitting on a staircase, and was greatly amused by Smelly's bulimic tendencies. Also, for the benefit of BB, that's the night I met your fiance to be, and his deceptively attractive rich friend.

Yeah really, that's about it for now. Weird. I was sure I had shit to prattle on about. I guess I'm just in a lazy public holiday kinda mood. I spent all day lounging around just reading a nerdy fantasy novel. My plans for my holidays involve either signing up for WoW or getting a job so I can indulge in guilt-free shopping in the land of Oz.

Of spewing the biggety beats

2007-04-04T18:43:00.000+08:00

BB and I finished our work in an abnormally short amount of time today, and then I was too dead to do ANYTHING, so we went home. And now I'm going to be starving at 9pm because I'd already told my mommy not to make anything for me cos I wouldn't be home for dinner. Champions.

Speaking of mommy.... I got out of the shower today and she told me that she'd been needing to pee for ages and had been waiting for me. So I said to her:

I'm sorry for taking time to make myself clean
I apologise for having a sense of hygiene,
hey I'm standing here in my towel just trying to rhyme,
So won't you please give me some of your precious time

And then she slammed the bathroom door in my face, so it was a very short lived rap. Oh well.

Of disillusionment rolling into familiarity

2007-04-03T17:49:00.000+08:00

Today when Sean saw me online the first thing he said was "buy me a drink". I love how he automatically assumed I was at a Starbucks.

Today when I walked into the tutorial room I moved automatically towards "our" seats, only to find people already sitting there. For a couple of seconds I just stared at them completely perplexed, and then finally moved somewhere else.

Today when I had my group meeting i was actually involved in the first part of the discussion. Then they started talking in Chinese and I took a little nap.

Today I didn't get knots of icky meeting-new-people anticipation when the superhero synonymed boy and I made plans for a movie date, then an hour or so later he told me he had to postpone.

Today I was driving with my windows down, Tupac blaring loudly, and for a split second I was transported to the days my sister used to drive us around in Herbie with a cigarette dangling languidly from her fingers out the window. Then I unglamourously flicked the ash from my own cigarette and was brought back to reality.

Today I walked into JJ and didn't recognise a single barista. Then I was settling into my favourite table outside and noticed Simon-the-ex-meanie-who-I-now-somewhat-like-because-he-made-conversation-with-me-one-rainy-day and the guy that I've dubbed Brian because he looks like a fattish ah beng version of Brian with an I.

Superhero-synonym-ed-boy, if you're reading this, Hello!

Also, since I promised:

I love Muffin (and muffins) dearly.

SmellyMel, I had a pretty message all typed out for you, but I'm not sharing it here because I don't want to get yelled at. Grin. See you Thursday at yoga, love.

Note to self:
2301 script, April 5th
3215 slides, April 7th
2301 + 3215 presentations, April 10th
3211 assignment, April 16th

Of feeling blessed

2007-03-31T15:51:00.000+08:00

I have a vanilla latte with cinnamon and nutmeg.

I hate PowerPoint, and PowerPoint hates me, but when we grit our teeth and overlook our differences, the results are beautiful.

Rain. Need I say more? BB knows what I mean. =) Hi, love.

And Hi to doof too. You're loved.

And most of the rest of yous too. Drop me a line if you're reading, so I know who to say hi to.

of having 13 bloody days to go

2007-03-30T10:17:00.000+08:00

I'm tempted to say "how hard can it be", but I know I'd just end up jinxing myself. I probably already have, just by thinking it.

I can literally feel myself shifting into someone else, someone I like better than who I was. Like I told the Banana Girl on our way to school today - sometimes the best way to feel better about being treated like crap is to go out and be your awesome self and let someone else tell you how amazing you are.

A 3 hour late night phone conversation later and I'm back in school, admittedly not really paying attention, but it's the first time in about 6 weeks that I've actually attended my 9am class. And as much as my butt is itching to get back in the driver's seat and head off to doofy's store after lunch with the Banana Girl, I'm damn well going to make myself show up for my philosophy tutorial.

For now I'm working on editing this blasted project report. They typed my name out as "BlaBla Nansi" - was I really not supposed to take offense? After they gave me a lousy peer evaluation? And really. Judging from the state of the report, I'm not surprised we didn't get a good grade on it. Jeeeez. Thank God I've found a way to rise above the bs.

(p.s. Buttz, if you want me to do that weekly restaurant review food critic thing, you need to give me the pictures, you doofus.)

EDIT: Surprise, surprise, I've been at Suntek Siti Starbucks for over an hour. Which means I skipped tutorial. Banana Girl, you're not living up to my impression of you as a good influence. Also, please stop deriving inspiration from the NBF and I, not when things are going crappily. When we're good you can derive as much inspiration as you like, but you've got a good thing going for you (more or less) so don't make the same mistakes I do lei.

HAHAHA I feel like such an older sister. It's a completely alien feeling. Also I'm slightly amused by my need to revert to flippancy everytime something gets anywhere near too emotional.

I'm holding up. I know it's just being dammed up and one day, probably soon, I'm going to explode. But for now I'm actually doing pretty brilliant. Fuckers for group mates, shitty assignments, gloom doom & despair at home, screwed up people all inclusive, and I still manage to laugh and smile and derive pleasure from little things like smoke breaks and large chunks of chocolate chips in my frapps and splashing in puddles.

And all these days i spend away
Ill make up for this i swear
I need your love to hold me up
When its all too much to bear

When the night falls in around me
I dont think ill make it through
Ill use your light to guide the way
Cause all I think about is you.

- Landing in London, 3 Doors Down

Cheh. Emo seh.

Thanks dooflydumpkins for the discount + awesome IS magazine freebie =)

Of an extremely important note to self

2007-03-29T22:09:00.000+08:00

NOTE TO SELF:

When someone says that they don't have time for you, and ends off with the phrase "oh and FUCK YOU"..... stop believing the nice things they say. Ever.

There's a good achesy.

Thank Heavens for Reggae & Hip Hop & my car & Banana Girl & cookies & coffee & yoga with MeowMeow & the rain.

EDIT: A conversation on msn:

J- you make me feel small. says (11:00 PM):
I AIM VERY WELL THANK YOU.
hahahhahahah
I also MSN very well.
HAHAHAHHAHAHAH GEEK JOKE
achesy says (11:00 PM):
sigh.
Sometimes Jeremy.....
J- you make me feel small. says (11:00 PM):
yes?
:)
i cheer you up
:)
now PUT THAT ON YOUR BLOG GO PUT PUT PUT

Of rambles about the rain by the river

2007-03-29T15:22:00.000+08:00

I have a song stuck in my head that I only know the melody to. When Banana Girl is done bitching at people online maybe I'll ask her if she recognises it.

Thank God for the rain today. If it weren't for the weather I'm pretty sure I would've sat down on the roadside and bawled my eyes out from the sheer frustration of everything.

I splashed in puddles. It's been a long time since I did that.

I also didn't stop myself from being bitchy. I think I've had it up to here for too long.

I really don't know what to say. I don't even know where to begin.

Hana's story about what I said/did in the toilet at the J block made me smile. I think if I were two people, we'd be friends with each other for sure.

Of soul searching and flippancy

2007-03-28T20:16:00.000+08:00

I've been telling several people lately that I wish I were lesbian. And most of them either laugh it off, or ask me if I'm serious - and I'm not. Not really anyway. I only want to lesbian out of sheer perversity, to borrow one of Banana Girl's favourite words. It's that feeling I didn't understand when I was 13, which people in KC must have been feeling. Sidetracking a bit, I'm sure doofy is amused by my synonymising KC girls and lesbianism. The feeling of compulsion to do something just for the sake of it, of apathy so strong that you can feel the lack of emotion.

I want to be a hunter again, I want to see the world alone again, to take a chance at life again, so let me go, let me leave. - Dido, Hunter.

Every time I've ever pushed someone away, I haven't thought twice about it, and I've managed to run as far as I like, to hide for as long as it took for me to recuperate and be "strong" again. I don't understand this perception people have of me being a strong person. I wish Sean were here, because he explains things in a way that makes them seem so obvious. He makes me feel small without being resentful.

Now I'm trying to be logical and reason something out with myself, but I'm not sure I believe in reasoning with your emotions.

And then the Banana Girl tells me about people getting abortions, and I think maybe I'm not so poorly off after all. I haven't had a best friend, but I've got the best friends. Awww, cheesyness galore.

I had a brilliant lunch with my mom at Toast at Taka. And I got myself books from the library so hopefully school won't seem so impossible anymore. And doofy and twinks made fun of me for being a botox face =(

I love how the switch just tripped between soul searching and flippancy. Denial and repression are in my blood, and some days I couldn't be more thankful for it.

Of nothing in particular

2007-03-27T14:28:00.000+08:00

The non-straws that are supposed to be stirrers which many people, myself included, insist on using to sip their blazing hot tasty orgasmic coffee from, require skill. There's a method to it, which involves using your tongue in unnatural ways, to derive extremely satisfactory results.

Mmmm, coffee.

I finally figured out how to get to th art museum. Except the only route I know requires first driving to town, and then coming back towards home. I'm pretty sure there's a more direct route, I just haven't figured it out yet.

Since Hana's probably spending quality time with her moms tomorrow, maybe I'll try and figure it out. Probably not, cos I'll want to hang out with my sissypoo before she heads off to KL for her lit festival, but maybe.

Speaking of family, mine is nuts. For reals. Last night the mom, the sister and I went to Parkway, where there was a pillow sale going on. My mom's got issues with her pillows, so she was trying them out......

While standing next to the display. She put her head down on it while standing. It was.... amusing. Now you know where I get the kookyness from.

Also, before that my sister and I got into an argument about whether or not SilverFish Books was a good name for a bookstore. I said it was all about the irony, and she wasn't living up to her status as a poet by not spotting that. She just wasn't amused. Hmph.

The girl who makes me wish I were lesbian. She's psycho. For reals.

My wifey. (p.s. This is the picture I was talking about in my Papi review post) HEY BUTTZ, WHAT'S THE HAPS?!

What I feel like doing everytime I study. I told you Banana takes the best pictures of me.

Okay, okay I really should get on with my essay. I have no idea how I'm going to fit two points and a conclusion into a page and a half, but it's about time I started trying. Let me leave you with the lyrics to a song I was listening to in my car today, which made me think about my boobs and resulted in me laughing like a maniac to myself. Motorists of Singapore, if you saw a curly wopped young lady in a white Sportage behaving a little oddly.... pay no heed. It was nothing.

Bob Marley - My Cup

My cup is running over
I don't know what to do
My cup is running over
I don't know what to do

No I don't know [no I don't know] no I don't know
[No I don't know] Yes I've got to cry, cry, cry
People let me cry, cry, cry
Said I fell a little bit better [cry, cry, cry]
If only I got to cry, cry, cry

Now that I, lost you
I've lost the best friend
That I ever knew
Now that I, realize
It makes me [makes me] it makes me [makes me]
So mad, tell you, my cup, running over

I don't know what to do
My cup is running over
I don't know what to do
No I don't know [no I don't know] no I don't know
[No I don't know] Yes I've got to cry, cry, cry

People let me [cry, cry, cry]
[Cry, cry, cry]
[Cry, cry, cry]

Now that I, lost you
I've lost the best friend that I ever knew
Now that I, realize
It makes me [makes me] it makes me [makes me]
So mad, tell you my cup, cup, is running over baby
And I don't know what to, don't know what to do yeah

Tell you my cup, running over
And I don't know, don't know, don't know what to do
Eh No I don't know [no I don't know] no I don't know
[No I don't know] Yes I've got to cry, cry, cry

People let me [cry, cry, cry]
I'll feel a little bit better [cry, cry, cry]
But I got [feel like crying] [cry, cry, cry]
Ooh yeah [feel like crying] [cry, cry, cry]
Ooh yeah [feel like crying] cry, cry, cry [feel like crying]
Cry, cry

EDIT: I just wrote Banana a poem on MSN, because she was accusing me of being a freak in the sack, while she's supposed to be paying attention to lecture at that. Since I'm all about sharing, here you go:

achesy says (2:51 PM):
hah!
Fine!
I tell you la
since you won't judge me
I love to do it nasty
with whips and chains
handcuffs and leather
no lace for me, oh no
I like it rough baby, I like it good
Spank me tease me love me nasty
candle wax baby, it's all just starting
(feel honoured, I'm writing a poem just for you)

Of being extremely puzzled early in the morning

2007-03-26T09:21:00.000+08:00

My friend and his girlfriend asked me to have a threesome with them. And he doesn't get why I would say no even though I find them both rather attractive. Riiiight.

I went to bed at half past 4, and woke up at 7 because my sister couldn't get a cab to school because it was raining like fuckzoids. At least I got to drive in the rain. That always makes me happy. Speaking of which, I read an article yesterday by some woman about how her car is her happy place, because it's the one place she can truly call her own. Just random uninteresting stuff I thought I would share.

I am positively starving, and craving some mickey d's breakfast.

Also, the porn that Silly Cow sent me last night plays like an audio clip. I'm bemused. I can't ask him about it either because he's off to Ipoh. Have a good 9 hour bus ride, babe.

TMNT later today with the Banana Beb. Gedebab!!!!!!

(p.s. I'm getting sick of these label things, so this post isn't getting any. nanny nanny boo boo.)

She's running out again, she's running out, she runs, runs, runs.

Of what weekends should be made of

2007-03-25T17:53:00.000+08:00

I have beautiful nails, because my sister took me for a manicure and pedicure.

I have beautiful new bras, because my mom took me shopping. There's one in particular that supposedly looks awesome on me, because my mom and all the shop assistants started gushing when they saw me. Yes, they all saw me in my bra. And gushed. A lot. I'll let you know if it has the same effect on other people.

I would replace "other people" with "the boy", but I'm pissed off with his lack of ability to make time for me. I am this close to cheating on his ass again, but MizzBanana makes a good voice of conscience.

I had a pretzel and lots of ice cream, and I'm meeting the Banana Beb at Siglap later, to "study" over coffee. This is what weekends should be like - lots of r&r, pampering yourself, and good company.

And John Mayer's Slow Dancing in a Burning Room on repeat all day. Damn Y2K weekend on Class 95. The music isn't too bad, but I miss my 80's weekend dreadfully.

Of slipping back into that comfort zone

2007-03-24T20:58:00.000+08:00

It was a productive day. Productive by Saturday standards anyway. Most weekends I get absolutely nothing done, so really, anything is an improvement.

Hung out with the BananaBabe at Siglap for a bit, then had a really early dinner with doof, ran a couple of errands, and came home. The group people were being retards again, so I was a bit funked up for a while, but I had a looooooong hot soak in the tub and now I feel better. I spent fifteen minutes of it perched next to the bathroom window having a smoke. Sempurnas are just as tasty as I remember them being, but waaaay lighter. I guess Banana wasn't lying after all. Hmph.

Here's what I typed out during my frequent mini-breaks while doing work at 'bucks.

Till last year I could safely say I'd never been on a date. Now I can safely say I've never been on a second date. I've never had a proper, normal relationship.

I've realised that you really should never say never, because you never know how you'll change and what you'll end up doing, that you never thought you would.

sidenote: I wonder how I knew that the girl in the skimpy little white skirt that just almost displays her dimpled flabby buttcheeks was with the almost good looking white guy even though they were walking more than two arms length apart and not speaking to each other .

We saw two snazzy looking Harley's in the span of an hour. Even if MizzBanana insists that the first one was very "CHANG", I still liked it. She made a good point though. Why is it that Harley riders always wear that half helmet? I said it's cos they're all about being old school bikers, but I don't think she buys my theory.

I wonder if it's just coincidence that coffee and cigarettes taste so damn good together.

I think I should mention that I definitely need some motivation to cut back on the school skipping business, because I realised that next week I'm probably going to be in school for a grand total of 3 hours. Hmm.

Nightmares suck. Waking up to invisible pervs sucks even more.

Today, my dad told me about how he's got a couple of older women working in his office now.. and he kept wondering why people were cussing at them all the time. He was all "why are these people so mean to those poor little old ladies".... till someone explained to him that Ah Soh is just another one of those random Singlish phrases.

My father is such a doomus. =)

That's really all I have for you tonight. I've got tons on my mind, but it's not ready for articulation just yet.

Of explaining where I get my potty mouth from

2007-03-23T23:43:00.001+08:00

SCENE: I'm snuggled in my mom's bed, under my dad's blankie, and we're all watching cricket.

Pops: (to my mom) I didn't want to say this at the table, but I didn't really enjoy dinner that much tonight.
Momma: Is it because Eku didn't make it? (Eku being the beloved, talented, amazing, beautiful wonderful youngest child of the family, coincidentally enough also your faithful blogger)
Me: You had hot dogs for dinner? (It's the one meal that I'm invariably coerced into making for the family: hot dogs and fries)
Momma: Yeah
Pops: It was kind of sweet on the inside. It should be spicy.
Me: I'm the hot dog queen! Yes!!
Pops: Garam Kutti. (that's Gujarati for Hot (female) Dog).
Me: Did daddy just call me a bitch?
Pops: Bitch. A heaty bitch.

SCENE: Mom and dad are sitting on the bed. Daddy's just finished eating peanuts.

Momma: You'd brushed your teeth so nicely, and now you're coming near me with your peanut-foul-stenched-breath. Couldn't come near me with minty fresh breath, no, just the smelly stuff.
Pops: Breathes heavily at momma
Momma: Stop that!
Pops: Breathes heavily at momma again
Momma: Utters unrepeatable, probably untranslatable, cusswords at pops.

Disclaimer: Not a one off event. This tends to happen all the damn time.

Of things that cheer me up

2007-03-23T13:06:00.000+08:00

It's ridiculous and makes me smile.

As does free coffee (thanks to Khai, yay! He's hot AND nice!) And smoking with MizzBanana while discussion menstruation on an overhead bridge. And driving. And mickey d's breakfast. And talking to people on the phone for no good reason.

I can't believe I ever said I didn't believe in pointless conversation.

EDIT: I haven't done much work so far. Bit of 3215 PQL test cases, rewrote my 1004 essay introduction like 4 times. Mostly just enjoyed my coffee, laughed with the BananaBabe and Ainon..

I'm sitting in "my" chair at doofy's store (Banana claims these chairs are ours, and I'm not about to complain because they're by far the comfiest) staring at the new posters they just put up an hour or two ago. There's one that says:

"Time to think, create, work, escape, enjoy. Welcome to Starbucks."

And I couldn't agree more.

No, they don't pay me for all the free advertising.

Ainon was talking to us about premarital sex earlier, and I'm just bemused by how the world works sometimes. All the little coincidences, different areas of life linking together, things coming together in ways you'd never expect.

I love how strangers congregate around the xbox live demos at the store next door. Grown men in their work clothes, smart business suits, blazers slung over shoulders, fighting it out like little boys. I'm not much of a gamer, but I appreciate the sentiment.

"Can't look you in the eye. You're just like an angel. I want to have control I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul. I want you to notice when I'm not around, so fucking special, I wish I was special. What the hell am I doing here, I don't belong here. Whatever makes you happy, whatever you want. She's running, she runs."

Sillycow says perfection is boring. I think perfection should consist of just the right amount of imperfection to enhance inherent beauty and showcase flaws subtly.

Banana says she finds it easier to type and think, than to write and think. It makes me think of how in TP I'd skip class all the time, and write. Just write and write and write, and it made me feel so much better. I'd like to take all that writing out and see how much of it makes sense now, how much of it retains it's meaning through time. More than that, I'd like to write again.

Don't keep it pent up, Sillycow says. That's why I look so fierce all the time. It made me laugh, and not only because I was being evasive. It honestly amused me. I see the sense in it, I see the similarities. I wonder at seeing myself mirrored in these two enticing souls recently, parts in them, parts in the ones they love, and I think maybe I'm not alone. When I sit here in this corner, shutting out the world, just the music, just the words, just pseudo isolation, I think maybe I'm lying when I think I don't belong here.

It's easy now, but as reality presses harder against the barriers you set up in your mind, it's hard to recall this feeling. It's difficult to remember that when you close your eyes, face up, and feel yourself tumbling over yourself, that you can choose to be the one who's rising up, not the one who's sinking down.

I was about to talk about how low blood sugar levels might actually be a life saver, but doofy just came back slightly upset by the trials and tribulations faced by service staff. On top of that, his cell phone died, so I'm going to try to revive it, and hopefully that will cheer him up some.

The title to this post isn't really very relevant anymore, but I refuse to cut and paste the edit into a new entry, because it seems silly to make 2 posts in such a short time span. So deal with it loves.

Of blogging by request

2007-03-22T23:34:00.000+08:00

I went for my sister's reading tonight. Met Anjukunji, Muffin, WeeWee, and a couple of my sister's friends. I don't think I'm being biased when I say my sister was the best. It's not just the words, how you say them matters too, and she says it well.

We went for mum mums after that, and she made me drag some traffic cones and trashcans out of the way to park in front of some houses... and when we came back we were greeted with this:

I'm summarising a lot here, because I'm kinda tired (I'm only blogging because my sister insisted that I write about the bizarre note, and I have to agree, it's amusing enough to share with everyone, so here I am), and the conversation I'm having with Sean is distracting me. Basically we camped out at the side of the road for a good ten-fifteen minutes because the writer of that note was camping at her gate, looking out for the owner of our car. Eventually I got tired of skulking around and stormed off to the car, but she didn't come after us with a machete. And of course we mocked it the entire way home. I'm still keen on writing a post it and sticking it on the traffic cone that reads: Dear Cone, you do not belong here. These people are using you. Flee, cone, flee!!

Also, I got another academic warning of sorts today. I am tired of dealing with people. I think I would like very much to be emotionally void again, at least for a little while. Which is what I'm discussing with Sean right now, in case you were being nosey.

MizzBanana, may I leech another cigarette off of you tomorrow? I think I might need it.

EDIT: The one time I've made up my mind to go for my 9am class, it's cancelled. Go figure. If I do go to school tomorrow, it's gonna be for a measly hour. This bums.

Also, listening to Radiohead when I'm feeling blue and hungry and grumpy and the boy is busy with work and can't entertain me and MizzBanana isn't around for me to leech smokes off of probably isn't the brightest idea in the world. Hurrah for the commonsense Sean claims I have that keeps me from breaking. Bending maybe, but no breaking.

Also also, Nut, I don't know why, but suddenly the comments are working again. Weird much. Leave me some love, pretty please?

DOUBLE EDIT: I fixed the weird comment thing. Also, check out what Sean showed me. Click here for some hair dye fun. Yes, we go from "I want to slit my wrists no don't do it" to "wow, we're invincible" to "hey check out fun things to do to your pubes" in a seamlessly flowing conversation. One of the reasons I love him so. Yay!

Of a whole load of catching up

2007-03-21T13:37:00.000+08:00

Friday evening saw Buttz and I headed off after the gym for dinner. We showed up at Papi's (5 Mohd Sultan Rd) at just a little past 6, and the restaurant wasn't open yet. After a little mucking around in 7-11 though, we went back and were received as the first customers of the night.

It's a pretty place, innit? I especially liked the little indoor tree they had. I took a picture of Buttz with the tree reflected in the mirror, but either I took it on my phone, in which case I haven't transferred it to my laptop yet, or she didn't like it so she didn't send it to me.

The second best thing I had: Bread basket. I'm not so keen on crispier bread in general, it was alright here, but the soft square pieces were divine. I'm not sure if that was just because I was starving, but it tasted so damned good. The olive oil and vinaigrette that they served it with went so well. I could've made that my entire meal. Actually maybe I should've, considering how I ate so much of it that we had trouble finishing our main dishes.

For a change, I didn't zoom in to catch a random guy in a voyeuristic act of exhibiting my 733+ photographic skillz. They have little pots and pans and stuff hung up on the wall. It's adorable. According to Buttz the loo is amazing too, but I didn't get a chance to see that for myself, and she didn't take pictures, so you'll just have to take her word for it.

We were served mostly by this one guy who was intrigued with Buttz's phone. Kept commenting on how clear the images were, asking what model number it was, how many megapixels, etc, etc, etc... I wasn't in one of my "I don't want to talk, just feed me" moods, so I didn't mind. Friendly service is good for some people, polite service for others. It just depends on my mood, for me.

Buttz didn't bring her camera along, so these pictures were taken on her phone. Don't mind the flash. The pizza was good (Inferno, I believe it was called). Spicy salami and lots of cheese. Bit oily, and the salami got way too salty for Buttz after a while, but I thoroughly enjoyed it. I still say Al Forno's at East Coast sells the best Diabola pizza though, but maybe I'm just biased.

Risotto with bacon and mushrooms. Simple and tasty. Bit bland, specially coupled with the pizza above, but I'm sure if you eat it on it's own it's pretty good. I'm not a big risotto fan, but I enjoyed it, so I'm sure if you like risotto generally, you'll approve.

My favourite part of the meal: Dessert. I think the extra friendly waiter called this a Tartufo, but I might be mistaken. Either way it's vanilla ice cream wrapped in layers of chocolate ice cream and cocoa powder and pure simple bits of heaven. I compared it to the chocolate ice cream you get for a dollar in between two wafer pieces from those men with little cycle hawker carts along orchard and near Parkway Parade. And I mean that in the best possible way, because I love that ice cream. It's smooth and chocolatey and reminds me of what ice cream tasted like when I was a kid. None of that fancy schmancy flavouring and random things in the middle of it ruining the texture. Just plain simple icey creamy yumness.

Buttz decided to leave her mark for the dishwasher. In case you can't tell because of the flash, that says "PW". I thought your name was Butternut Squash, love. Shouldn't that say "BS" from now on?

Buttz insisted that we had to take a picture of the signboard, but didn't want to look like an idiot doing it, so you get this semi stylised angled picture. Yay! The bill came up to a little over $50 for two mains and a dessert.

The rest of these pictures are in completely random order because I uploaded them to calm myself down while extremely pissed off with my groupmates (as usual. 3 weeks to go luv, 3 weeks to go) and didn't bother to think about it too much, and now that I've realised how many there are, I'm definitely not going to chronologically organise them. Deal with it.

The cafe dwellers at Starbucks at Fullerton on doofy's birthday. (I'm blogging this there right now, btw, when I should be doing my 3211 tutorial. Fuck monitors, I say. No, not the lizards. I'm not one for beastiality. I love animals, but not that much.)

I don't know why so few people find this amusing, but I cracked up to myself like crazy when I saw it. I really try not to be racist and/or ethnocentric you know, but sometimes it's just so hard.

I realised that I never did put up a picture of the Care Bears that Fiong and I coloured. So here you go. Yay!
I met Mark Lee's sister in the bus.

The fruits of my shopping for doofy's birthday present. Sexy shoes and delish chocolates (or so he claims).

Random guy picking his nose in the library. MizzBanana's RAhUL thinks that guy's my soulmate. :aww:

Can't remember if I posted this, but that guy looks a HELL of a lot like doofy. It was awesome.

This was the day I left my mp3 player at Fullerton. I got it back, so alls well that ends well. It was a good day.

Random sexy car that was parked next to mine. I'm not usually a fan of Merc's, but this one was nice, even I have to admit.

The pie that had doof orgasming for days straight.

THOS SB RAFFLES!!

Yeah, that's really all I have to say about that picture.

Buttz happy on her birthday...

... and Buttz grumpy on her birthday. I'm guessing the person on the phone really pissed her off. Hurrhurr. I love being a bitch.

Buttz trying to be a mayfly. You can try as much as you want sweetcheeks, but nobody's gonna outdo me in that role. BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.

I took a pretty picture of the cafe dwellers on doofy's birthday! Yay me!

MizzBanana and I decided that if the boys wanted to hang out with us, they had to be pretty. In the 10 on the way to Tampines to catch Happily Never After (we stopped and took a cab cos we were about to miss the movie, btw) she did twinky's hair, and I did doofy's. Pretty!

If we were the 7 dwarves, he'd be happy and I'd be grumpy, no?

Mizz Banana smiling even though the boys were calling her a PEREMPUAN SUNDAL ANTARABANGSA! (please don't beat me, I love you)

Doof, on..... some random day after CNY cos he's wearing the shirt he bought. At Fullerton. Again. Hmm. Maybe when I told that guy that I'm not a regular customer, I might have been stretching the truth a bit.

My favourite Starbucks Barista. You may not be as Ali G as the guy at RC, or as tall and skinny and oddly enough capable of making me go giggly inside as the guy at JJ (see, I know the lingo!!), but I still lubs you dearly.

I think we didn't want him in the picture. I don't particularly remember now. But it amuses me anyway.
They bully me.

I took a sexy picture of Jeeves. Eating chicken skin. And not eating his vegetables. Bad Mr Singh.

K, I'm done with pictures for now. On to the random things I remember wanting to blog about:

Yesterday I was caught in a jam on my way home. I saw a Mazda in my rearview mirror, and thought to myself "wouldn't it be funny if that was Mel?" Five minutes later I get a call from Mel, to tell me that she was in Wesley's Honda, and they'd just passed me by on the second lane. Coinkydink much.

Yesterday was also my nephew's first birthday. Happy Birthday, bubby bhai. I love how my sister in law is always so happy to hear from us. She cheers me up immensely. I love that woman. And that child. And my cousin.

Yesterday was ALSO the day that I got to use my new wallet for the first time. I'd been wanting to buy it for someone, anyone, but everyone I know has a nice wallet already. I even asked the boy if he wanted it, but he didn't like the idea of a pin up girl on the front of it. So I told Buttz on Thursday night that I was going to buy it for myself. I met her on Friday to go the gym, and she whips out... you got it. The wallet. I spat at her (figuratively, because I love her too much to treat her the way I did Marcus (not your sexy Marcus, don't worry Buttz)) and proceeded to buy it for myself anyway. My sister has now decided that Buttz and I are totally BFFs. I was greatly amused by that declaration of hers. So babe, you wanna be Paris, or Nicole? I was actually thinking maybe we could deviate a bit and be Britney, or Lindsey... Grins.

Not that I really had to use it much. Doofy was feeling generous and plied me with lots of freebies. I was fed expired chocolate eclairs and butter croissants and the remnants of his Mango Tea Frap. Deeee-lish. Good thing I pigged out so much at your store, I went home and momma had made baked vegetables for dinner. Seriously. There was no meat, at all. Whatever happened to balanced meals, man? Where's the protein?!?!

Walk Like an Egyptian is a magical song. It's by the Bangles, btw, in case like doof, you've never heard it. I sometimes wonder what else he could possibly say to astound me.

It's lucky for you guys that I didn't take my cell phone with me to the gym. There was a lady there yesterday who must have been about 37, 38? And she looked every year of it too. Not a bad body, but it's like Madonna, you know? Lady, cover it up already, you're too old to be prancing around like that. Have some dignity. So anyway, this lady was wearing stretch denim hotpants. And not only was her ass hanging out the bottom of it, but so was her vagoo. She just had to adjust herself back into her pants right in front of me, when my face was at her crotch level. Ugh.

Yes, I've been catching up on my LICD. Vagooooooo. I've also been spending a lot of time watching the cricket world cup, and not getting enough sleep.

I would like to say that I don't like how the boy has friends who don't knock. I'm sure they're nice enough, but dammit! Babe, learn to lock your door, or something.

Here's something to cheer you up if you're cranky, because I was cranky and it cheered me up lots:

That's all for now, from the girl who was:

of a lack of posts

2007-03-18T18:51:00.000+08:00

I decided a couple of days ago that I'd blog about whatever I damn well please, instead of censoring myself. Within limits, obviously. I mean, I'm not going to not ramble just because I know some of the people who are reading this. It's easier to articulate when no one's listening.

But of course, as with everything else in my life, once I've set my mind to something, I can't actually do it. So there you go, that's why the sudden silence. I'll update eventually though. I know for sure there's a post coming once I get Friday night's pictures from Buttz.

I'm amused that the guy at the Reading Place (little book rental shop at Siglap Centre, next to Macs?) remembers me. I'm bemused that MizzBanana and I live scarily parallel lives in certain aspects. I'm pissed off that my brain is screaming at my body to inject itself with caffeine or nicotine or both. I'm relieved that I have cookies to not-exactly-make-up-for-it-but-something-somewhat-close. I'm looking forward to CSI tonight because my recording got screwed up again on Wednesday.

I'm bummed that my weekend is almost over, but glad that for a change it seemed to last the entire two days instead of disappearing into the space-time continuum.

Continuum is a funny looking word, eh?

You guys should watch cricket. It's soothing. Especially when the underdog plays well.

I almost always root for the underdog. Bet you didn't know that

Of tired rambles

2007-03-13T23:59:00.000+08:00

I'm tired. Completely beat.

For the first time as far back as I can remember, my "five more minutes" this morning turned into an hour. It would've been more if my mother hadn't come in and warned me. I love you momma. Thank you for dishing out the cab fare so I didn't miss class. Thank you for never denying me coffee and clothes and books and other material bliss, and thank you for all the other non material goodness, like sharing your blankie and filtering out papa's snores while watching the cricket world cup at midnight.

School bores me, incredibly much. I have a somewhat interesting assignment for once, but I wonder if I'll really do it justice. I have a history of letting myself down when it comes to desire.

I hate children. I can't believe I ever seriously considered having a huge family. Shopping during the school holidays makes my head hurt. I'm glad Vivo City isn't as popular as it should be. I'm also glad for surprise sales, and being able to give presents. I hope you really liked the stuff doof, and aren't just saying so. Happy Birthday again.

I don't understand people who give gifts without thought. My ex-boyfriend once mentioned how that was one of the things he loved about me. I always thought that a bit odd. But then again that whole relationship was odd. He's seen me cry countless times, and with most other people it's a miracle if they've seen me cry even once. I don't cry. I get pissed off and storm away, not bawl. Never saw the point. Only time I cry is when I'm strained to brimming point with that whole "being strong" business. It's tiring. You have no idea.

Tonight, for the second time, the stray cat at Siglap Linear Park tried to follow me home. I wanted to sit down on the road and just cuddle it for a while. Wet fur from the rain, and pitiful meows. At least it was fat. Being fed is always a good thing.

I want a camera. And a working printer. And sleep.

And understanding. I'm more or less resigned to the fact that I'm going to stay confused, but somedays I'd rather hate than settle for limbo.

Bedtime. And tomorrow, cricket reruns, coffee, MizzBananaBliss, and a movie. Hurrah for days off.

Of exercise and panic attacks

2007-03-12T19:40:00.000+08:00

Today, I went to the gym, and my laptop almost conked out on me.

(as you can tell, I'm too tired to be verbose. Here's something to make up for lack of words.)

Of tittilating teasers

2007-03-11T13:35:00.000+08:00

I spent last night in bed in a hotel suite with 4 lovely young ladies. And I'm blissfully happy today because it's turning out to be an awesome weekend. When I get pictures from Farah I'll share.

Also, I got to be Darth Maul in Star Wars Monopoly, w00t! And Tim passed me my cds, w00t w00t! And the girls and I actually carried on an intellectual conversation, triple quadruple woopee type w00t!!

I stole hotel toiletries for the first time in my life because I was intrigued by the bottles. Again, photos to come (if I remember).

We're already making plans for a holiday in December. Teehee.

I'm most amused that both doof and banana remember the poem I'm talking about. This is why I love you guys so damned much. BIG HUG. Snigger.

Time to go listen to some Jill Scott and watch cricket and read cheesy fantasy novels. Mmm glorious deadline free weekends!

Of boring entries because my brain hurts

2007-03-10T00:30:00.000+08:00

My day:

I was almost late for class. Was really tempted to skip, but I went anyway. I'm either extremely smart and did really well on my midterm, or I'm extremely dense and did really badly. Guess we'll just wait and see. At least there's one module I've done well in so far (BizTechComm, I got an A for my letter. snort.)

I took an eventful bus ride down to VivoCity where I was rather cranky when I met PeeWee, but after some time in a bookstore I cheered up muchly and proceeded to have a damn good time. Did you know that the only DBS ATM in the mall is all the way near Starhub, practically in Harbour Front? Freaks. Also, GV doesn't accept mastercard. Now you know. (which reminds me. I owe peeswees $8, I owe Mel $13, and I owe my bank account $20. I'm poor. Dammit. That's more than half my allowance for next week already gone. And dinner and birthday presents next week and ohhhh dammit.) PeeWee, remember to plan plan our Friday thing, mmkay? We'll keep it secret. Because I like having secrets. Grin.

We watched Music and Lyrics with Nutnut and Jeeves. It was good. Like I told Jerm, surprisingly snarky for a Hugh Grant romantic comedy. I liked it muchly.

Met Lee at City Hall, met Muffin at the Esplanade, mucked around, contemplated eating at Sakae Sushi, ended up at.... some Chicken Shop (what was that place called again?) where the popcorn chicken was made up of, in Jeevan's words, "1% meat, 99% skin". Heaven for Farah and Mel. The food was good though, and not ridiculously expensive. THEN we had Max Brenner's chocolate fondue (among other things, not limited to the umelting ice cream) and it made Jeevan, Muffin and I stone, and Lee and Nut hyper.

And then I took Hana's lead and walked home from the Mandarin Garden's bus stop instead of taking the shorter (and darker and spookier) walk from behind my estate. I'm not really spooked out by the quiet and dark and desertedness of that route as much as I am spooked out by the creepy crawlies that could get at you along that route. It requires walking in the grass and stuff. I don't like bugs. Not in the sense that I'll scream and screech and be excessively girly, but I don't like them.

My plans for the next couple of days include not doing my assignment for 3211, finally getting my dad to fill up a couple of forms that I keep forgetting about, printing out notes, setting up the wireless printer sharing thing, PeeWee's birthday celebration... and that's just the weekend. I've already got plans for Monday and Tuesday, and of course, I'm chopeing Hana for studying on Wednesday.

But for now, I'm gonna go talk to my loves online for a bit and then pass out. Night night world.

EDIT: My parents got home from a party, and my father is drunk, which got me thinking of a couple of things. One of them was how it's interesting that all the men I love are amazing when they're drunk, and that reminded me of a poem we got in Literature in Secondary School, which everyone interpreted to mean abuse at home from an alcoholic father, and I interpreted as fun with dad when he's tipsy. Go figure.

Also, while I'm admitting to slightly less superficial and shallow thoughts, here's one for you: What's the point in being able to set your jaw and grit your teeth and square your shoulders and all those other sayings for being strong and not just having a long good cry whenever you damn well feel like it? What's wrong with giving up?

of absent mindedness, part II (or was it part III?)

2007-03-07T21:36:00.000+08:00

Today I had a splendid time, finished up what I had to read in record time, had a yummy dinner with dessert to boot, lots of laughs... and then I came home and realised I'd left my mp3 player at Starbucks.

The people at the One Fullerton Starbucks are really nice though, they managed to find it and held on to it till I went back to claim it. The guy at the counter was quite perplexed that no one stole it in the 2 hours between my leaving the store and calling them up.

Know why it took me two hours to realise it was missing? Because I took a train home with doof and hanabanana, and when I looked for it and couldn't find it I just assumed I wasn't looking properly, since it's in a little black case that blends in perfectly with everything I own. Then when I finally did realise that it honestly wasn't there, first the operator who answered my call to 100 (named Fiona, hmmm) claimed that there wasn't a Starbucks listed at One Fullerton. Then my laptop was being a bitch and refused to log in so I could look it up on the Internet. Finally I had to call doof and get his help in finding the number online.

I'm surprised I didn't have a giant panic attack. You know you've been reading too much pvp when you almost type "giant panda attack" by mistake. It's safe and sound back with me now. My sister got an almond croissant for breakfast out of the whole ordeal, and I'm not more determined than ever to get a really bright cover for the thing so I don't keep assuming it's just blending into the inside of my bag. Also, Benjamin Aaron is behaving himself again. Sort of. He's still a bit laggy, but I'm pretty sure he'll get over it.

I can't wait to delete all the crap I had to download for school this semester. Ugh.

HI TIMMY!!!!

Yeah, I think I forgot to do that the last time cos I was about to fall asleep at my keyboard.

Wish me luck for my midterm tomorrow. I'm gonna talk to the boring but extremely pretty boy for a bit, then shower and watch cricket with my mum while reading my notes. Yay for the world cup!

Oh also, I almost forgot - Mizz Banana's got really white teeth. You must use really good detergent, eh? Or.

Of why I love bulletins and networking websites

2007-03-06T20:00:00.000+08:00

Shyam Raj of Sebab Saya Shotgun fame added me on Friendster. Today there was a bulletin posted by him. I was most amused, so I thought I'd share. Specially for Alicia, and her brother Ashley, who spent a Sunday afternoon watching Hindi movies.

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Once, Newton came to India and watched a few Tamil movies that had his head spinning. He was convinced that all his logic and laws in physics were just a huge pile of junk and apologized for everything he had done.

In the movie of Rajanikanth, Newton was confused to such an extent that he went paranoid.

Here are a few scenes

1) Rajanikanth has a Brain Tumor which, according to the doctors can't be cured and his death is imminent. In one of the fights, our great Rajanikanth is shot in the head. To everybody's surprise, the bullet passes through his ears taking away the tumor along with it and he is cured! Long Live Rajanikanth!

2) In another movie, Rajanikanth is confronted with 3 gangsters. Rajanikanth has a gun but unfortunately only one bullet and a knife. Guess, what he does? He throws the knife at the middle gangster? & shoots the bullet towards the knife. The knife cuts the bullet into 2 pieces, which kills both the gangsters on each side of the middle gangster & the knife kills the middle one.

3) Rajanikanth is chased by a gangster. Rajanikanth has a revolver but no bullets in it. Guess, what he does. Nah? not even in your remotest imaginations. He waits for the gangster to shoot. As soon as the gangster shoots, Rajanikanth opens the bullet compartment of his revolver and catches the bullet. Then, he closes the bullet compartment and fires his gun. Bang... the gangster dies...

This was too much for our Newton to take! He was completely shaken and decided to go back. But he happened to see another movie for one last time, and thought that at least one movie would follow his theory of physics. The whole movie goes fine and Newton is happy that all in the world hasn't changed. Oops, not so fast!

The 'climax' finally arrives. Rajanikanth gets to know that the villain is on the other side of a very high wall. So high that Rajanikanth can't jump even if he tries like one of those superman techniques that our heroes normally use. Rajanikanth has to desperately kill the villain because it's the climax. (Newton dada is smiling since it is virtually impossible?) Rajanikanth suddenly pulls two guns from his pockets. He throws one gun in the air and when the gun has reached above the height of the wall, he uses the second gun and shoots at the trigger of the first gun in air. The first gun fires off and the villain is dead.

Newton commits suicide...

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Thank you, thank you very much!

Of an afternoon off, and a confession

2007-03-06T12:26:00.000+08:00

My consultation for this week is cancelled, as is my weekly meeting. Which means I basically only had a two hour tutorial in the morning (which I'm done with, yay!) and a two hour lecture from 2-4 (which I skipped, yay!) I very smartly didn't bring my textbook with me, so I had to go home and get it. And now I'm at Jeremy's store with Hana, "studying".

I think poetry does funny things to your mind. I'm seeing beauty everywhere in the world today. I was about to say that it's not the best position to be in when you're a self proclaimed cynic, when I remembered that I'd promised myself, a little over a year go, to stop being a cynical bitch and learn to really live. So hey, what the hey!

I had chicken cheese murtabak with milo peng today and now I've got coffee so I'm happy and comfy and sleepy. Comfy enough to make a confession: I write poetry. Betcha didn't know that huh. I have oodles and oodles of the stuff, most of which is crap.

Another quickie

2007-03-05T23:45:00.000+08:00

Tonight I went to a poetry reading with Anjana, to watch my sister and the guy she pretends is her boyfriend. He shook my hand. Teehee.

After getting over the urge to mock everyone in the room, I had a really good time. Plans are in progress to attend a poetry slam now. I'm starting to worry a bit about our trip to Australia, because my friends over there are being demanding, and I'm wondering how that'll play out with the friends I go there with.

I'm trying very hard to convince Mizz Banana to hook up with Raul. It's not working so far.

Tim has so kindly offered to supply me with mucho soul. Plenty luff to you.

If you can't tell, I got extremely tired halfway through writing this entry. I give up. Bed calls my name. Toodles.

(p.s. McDonalds drive-thru reminds me of you, very many much.)

Of wonders never ceasing

2007-03-04T14:44:00.000+08:00

Have I ever mentioned that I'm a really accident prone? And that there's a huge difference between being clumsy, and being accident prone?

Take today, for example. I was trying to figure out more of that school related bs, got frustrated, lost my temper, lashed out by slamming my fists against the table - except that completely backfired, and now I've got the most icky catch in my back. Having a short temper never pays, boys and girls.

Lots of people remember a time when I had a ridiculously short fuse. I don't know when that changed, and I don't even know if I agree that it's a change for the better.

Speaking of which, there was a time when I couldn't understand why people would continue doing things that so obviously made them miserable. Well surprise surprise, look where I ended up.

6 weeks till I get almost 4 months of coding free vacation. I have Wednesdays and weekends off, so that's only 24 days of school. Or at least that's what I keep telling myself. I enjoy what I study, for the most part, but honestly, I've grown to positively hate programming. Which is a pity because it's something I quite used to enjoy. And it's also something that I end up having to do a lot for school. I miss having classmates, being able to ask for help, most of all I miss being understood. I don't want to be racist, but sometimes people make it hard for me to keep an open mind.

And that's why I'll understand if you stay. I wouldn't be here either if I had a choice.

Also, Singapore is really small. Remember the video I put up a while back? If you don't, here's a refresher:

Well, that guy is in a band with someone named Roman, who's also now going out my friend's ex-girlfriend. I only realised they were the same person because his family is on the first page of today's Life section and I had to flip past his face to reach the funnies. Which, I'm sad to announce, weren't all that funny. But maybe that's just me being bitter about pulling a muscle again and having work to do.

Of soul hitting my soul

2007-03-03T22:53:00.001+08:00

This is why I was hunting for Jill Scott's albums today when I was out with doof. So Lupe Fiasco looks slightly odd with his capering about, but if you don't watch, and just listen... Well I certainly understand why so many people want a copy of this version of the song. It's an amazing rendition.

I had a really good time out today, being a total Cafe Girl, but now I'm home and faced with the prospect of lots of school stuff, so I'm a tad blue. I'm looking forward to the holidays so much, you have no idea.

I wish someone understood just how much I really hate school.

Of the best rainy day activity

2007-03-02T19:29:00.000+08:00

I skipped classes today (again, I know, I'll try to do better next week, I promise. I can't help it that Fridays just seem so... frivolous) and ended up at Jeremy's store. I'd planned to work on the proposal we have to submit on Tuesday, so that I could mail the edited text to Mich and she could format it up and print it soon, but as usual PeeWee served as a bad bad influence. Tsk. I ended up gossiping with her the entire time I was there.

On the way out, I grabbed an IS magazine, and saw this. Scroll down to the 22nd of March, at 8pm. Familiar name, hmm, hmm? My sister's gonna be famous yo.

I drove home in the amazing amazing rain, and after a hot shower I curled up and finally finished Wicked, by Gregory Maguire (which reminds me, I really need to update my reading list on this site). I loved it. It starts out a little slower than I'd like, and some of the political rants bore me, and I'll admit that I have a tendency to skip over the discussions on the nature of Evil.... but wow. I'm definately picking up Son of a Witch (hehe, you gotta admit, he's kinda funny. Son of a Witch, geddit, geddit?!) the next time I go book hunting. I read somewhere that he's in the process of writing a follow up to that too, or it may already be published.

I only really picked Wicked up because I was having such a difficult time getting through I, Lucifer, and in an act of defiance I bought another autobiography-of-a-misunderstood-character, but I'm really glad I did. I thought I, Lucifer was blathering and boring, honestly, and I still haven't finished it. I don't think I will either. I'm never proud of not completing a book, but I just didn't see the point in putting myself through this one. I'm glad I started on Wicked though, I thoroughly enjoyed it.

Also, I stopped halfway through that paragraph above and went to IKEA with my parents. We were looking for a new matress for my grandma. On the way there they vented, and on the way home they got into an argument about who uses more swear words, and who uses worse swear words. In the end they decided it was me. Jeez. Just cos I pick up stuff from both of them. Also, we almost died because my father didn't see a bus coming and turned directly into it's path. I'm so glad it wasn't me driving.

Of being a tomboy, part II

2007-03-01T21:11:00.001+08:00

Sean linked me this, and I said "whoah" out loud. Sigh. I am such a loser.

Of Star Wars, Stockings and Starbucks

2007-02-28T22:54:00.000+08:00

I was talking to Sean, my non boyfriend, and doof on msn, when Sean showed me a picture of him against the life size cutout of Vader that he has in his room. My conversations from there on went something like this:

Sean: So what do you think, am I still skinny?
Me: I WANT. Vader I mean.
Sean: Oh. Damn. I got all excited for a minute there.

Me: babe, as a belated birthday present can you buy me a giant poster of Darth Maul? I just saw Sean's Vader cut out and now I'm jealous.
MyNonBoyfriend(MNB): Vader is cooler.
Me: I can't believe you just said that.
MNB: I'm old school, what can I do.

Me: I'm sad cos nobody agrees with me that Maul is more badass looking than Vader
Doof: Maul is badass! Vader is a bit gh3y, unfortunately.

Me = yay with Doof, boo with the other two boys.

How can you honestly say that Vader is cooler than Maul? I mean, yes, I have to agree with you that the original trilogy was awesomely awesomer than the prequels, but come on! Maul was so bad ass!!!

I've always loved watching those movies. One of the few that I can watch over and over and over again. I've got hella fond memories of curling up on the couch and watching them with my dad. I always find it odd when people say they don't get the films, or that they find them boring, or that they haven't watched them and don't want to. It bemuses me because..

Okay, I'm done raving about Star Wars, only because I just started laughing uncontrollably. We recently discovered the joy of the handwrite tab, and I drew doof a heart... to which his response was "geez, you're actually worse than i am." I found that positively hilarious, because it's true. I'm really REALLY useless when it comes to art. Here's some pictures he drew me today:

That's supposed to be me. He apologised for making me look like a filament bulb.

Darth Maul

Darth Vader.

Since I was uploading pictures anyway, here's some of the pictures from the past weeks which I transferred from my phone. I have oodles more that I've been too lazy to bluetooth over.

From Doranne's party:

This is Robin. Who looks vividly different from what I remember him looking like, so maybe it's not Robin after all. If it's not, I apologise to both him and Robin. But if it is Robin, then this is the guy who let me use a $2000 camera to take a picture of him. The camera wasn't his. And he thought I was drunk. And it was the first time he was meeting me. Brave, or stupid? You decide.

Happy people (well, kinda happy people) and my stripes. Yay stripey stockings!!

Mark, who was extremely concerned about the excessively pointy nose of his mask.

Random pictures:

A tractor in school, while PeeWee and I were walking to the Guild House after she made me skip class again. YOU BAD INFLUENCE you. Tsk.

The old-school stamp I got when I went to Cheekyz with DouglasKumar on the 19th, after Mel's party. It made me very happy, and not just because I got to enter for free.

What my life has looked like lately. Schoolbooks, laptop, mp3 player, and lots and lots and lots of coffee. Sigh.

of smug frustration

2007-02-28T12:26:00.000+08:00

It's nice to know that I'm not crazy. In the "fuck I need to be admitted NOW" kind of way. Crazy happy is always good. No really, I can't think of a single example of when crazy happy would be bad. Can you?

I'm meeting my sister for lunch later today. Mmmm, Thai Express. God Bless Siglap. One the reasons why I can't say whether or not I'd really move out of the East.

I just remembered why I hated blogger with such a passion. It's ridiculously slow. Any of you goobers using Wordpress wanna guarantee me that it's faster? I'll switch over if it is. What's the difference between the two anyway?

Another random one

2007-02-23T21:55:00.000+08:00

Today Apit and Nissa both offered me their free drinks. I paid anyway, but it makes me happy when people are randomly nice to me like that. (Like a certain someone. Grin.)

Also, getting compliments from gay men totally makes my day. Mainly because you know they're being sincere. Yay!

I know I said I'd never buy into the leggings trend. Do my purple stockings make me a sell out?

Robin "I borrowed my friend's $2000 camera, brought it to a party, and then let a girl who I thought was drunk use it" WhateverHisLastNameIs thinks I look like an Alicia. That made me laugh. A lot.

Updates still pending (who wants to bet I end up not blogging about them at all?)

Another one of those list-posts that doof hates.

2007-02-18T23:23:00.000+08:00

1) Doof and I share a hatred for abacus users, a love for lousy subtitling, an understanding of crazy family dynamics, and a fond memory of the JiGong (ZhiGong?) series that used to come on tcs8. Also, I love the way Chinese names translated into English make me happy. No light? Male prostitute? Oh the cheap thrills in life that keep me sane.

2) Starbucks makes me happy.

3) Adam said my curls were pretty, yay!

4) Hana's a lovely doomus who came to say hi. HI!!

5) A stray cat tried to follow me home and it almost broke my heart to have to leave it behind.

6) I do not have a boyfriend. And the closest thing I do have to a boyfriend is not gangster-rap-like-Ali-G. He's too busy getting piss drunk all the time to be gangsta rap.

7) I couldn't go dancing with Fiong tonight because I promised Dougie that I'd go dancing with him, and I have to pay for Mel's present, which means I'm going to be broke for the rest of the week.... and I haven't even got my allowance yet.

8) I offically hate this one guy in my project group. He's difficult and annoying and seems bent on ruining my nights.

9) I need to buy new swimwear. Hot new swimwear.

10) Lingerie shopping alone without buying anything is extreme amounts of fun.

11) I watched The Trouble With Harry, and it was good. I also watched Singing in the Rain, which was also good. Whatshisname O'Whatshisothername is a brilliant tapdancer.

12) I'm totally missing out stuff from the past couple of days, but I'm tired, so this is all you get for now.

Visit from an Emo Ekta

2007-02-15T22:40:00.000+08:00

It's people like these who make me feel justified in making racist comments.... because they deserve them.

Asshole. Screwing up my night.

Warning to the lot of you out there: Don't ever try to get me to do work at night. Night time = unwinding before bed time. Not stressing out over fucked up bs time.

Asshole.

Sebab Saya Shotgun

2007-02-13T21:31:00.000+08:00

For those of you who understand Malay, this will probably amuse you as much as it did me.

For those of you who don't, I hope this entertains instead:

If you notice that your skin is getting extra sensitive lately because of the weird weather, don't do any spa-grooming-type-activities at home. You may end up looking like you got beaten up, like me. I have scars under my eyebrows, above my temple, below my ear, and below my nose.

I look so bad-ass.

I need a spiffy camera so I can take proper pictures, yo.

Stories of Care Bears colouring books and other random joy coming up, so stay tuned.

of a silly sweet song

2007-02-07T21:16:00.000+08:00

I've been skiving off my project, because I was fed up with the way things were going and just needed to take a step back for a while. Part of me still thinks it's a stupid thing to do, when I'd hardly taken any steps forward to begin with, but I refuse to let myself go crazy from all the work. As much as I want my grades to improve, I'm not willing to go down that path again.

I watched ER after dinner with my sister and mom. It was the episode of the "crazy fat guy day", formally known as "Do One, Teach One, Kill One". Thanks to the powers of search engines, I present you with the most amazing song I've heard in a long time:

"I'm A Poached Egg" by George and Ira Gershwin

I'm a poached egg without a piece of toast
Yorkshire pudding without a beef to roast
I'm a haunted house that hasn't got a ghost
When I'm without you.

I'm a mousetrap without a piece of cheese
I'm Vienna without the Viennese
I'm DaVinci without the Mona Lis
When I'm without you.

I'm Las Vegas without a slot machine
I'm a gypsy without a tambourine
I'm Napolean without a Josephine
When I'm without you.

I'm a doctor without a single pill
I'm a lawyer who never drew a will
I'm a dentist without a tooth to fill
When I'm without you.

I feel like a chapter of my life is over, and oddly enough, I don't seem to want to write about it. On a completely unrelated note, I really really want a pet. My cacti are adorable and all, but they don't do very much. I don't love them any less for it, but I'd like to be entertained in return sometimes.

I copied a bunch of pictures from Mel's laptop the other day, but I was browsing Friendster today and realised that really, most of the pictures we take are on Farah's camera. So Farah, if you're reading this, let me know the next time you bring your laptop to school so I can come steal pictures. Thanks in advance.

My daddy's going to Indonesia for work tomorrow. I told him he'd better pack his wellingtons. My mother had to translate that for him into daddy-speak, and I discovered that my father calls them gumboots. For some reason the idea of my father wearing gumboots had me in stitches.

Speaking of family, my grandma had to go for an x-ray today. I slept through the entire ordeal. I woke up at about noon, just in time for lunch. My mother, bless her soul, went there expecting the worst, so she wasn't excessively frazzled by it. She even managed to make these delicious little chicken voul-a-vent thingies. Yumyum.

I need to go shopping, but I haven't got the cash to spend. I'm also looking forward extremely much to yoga tomorrow. I need to get myself more exercise, I feel so antsy without anything to vent my energy on.

I love the weather lately, you'll never see me complaining about Singapore being cold, because I think the hot months can get really ridiculous, so I'm glad when it cools down some. I'm amazed at how much it's drying out my skin though. My nose has been peeling like crazy. Oh it burns!

No pictures today, because I'm too lazy to translate them. I do have to mention that my darling best friend, Natasha, apparently thinks I'm extremely voyeuristic. I whipped out my phone to take a picture of a guy on the bike next to us while my car was stopped at a traffic light (I'll put up the picture sometime, and maybe you'll understand why I simply had to take a picture of him) and she said "that thing is like a weapon in her hands". All that after mistaking me for a taxi driver too. Hmph.

I actually only meant to post the lyrics to that song, but as usual I digressed. So till next time,
achesy, who's got the itchy scratchy itch going on

(p.s. I still think Lucy Liu is gorgeous)

Of Captains, Camwhores and Cuteness

2007-02-02T20:55:00.000+08:00

Wednesday night saw us at Brewerkz, watching the match on screens instead of live, because we were with Kristy's family, celebrating her 21st birthday. Happy Birthday, Captain, hope you liked the presents.

We had beer:

Followed by margaritas, more beer, and then these adorable little beer shooters:

Supposedly samplers of all their lighter beers. I discovered that Mel, Fiona and Farah like the same stuff, Kristy and I like the same stuff, and PornWee just doesn't like beer.

We also had tons of really good food, and lots and lots of gossip. I came home really stuffed, and sleepy, feeling just a smidgen ill:

Waking up on Thursday morning was a bit of a bitch, but I dragged my butt down to school, and ended up parking right in front of this champion:

At least I wasn't parked NEXT to him.

I ended up skipping my 3211 lecture because I felt like I was going to die, and spent some time with Fiona and Stella. Also, Mark makes me laugh, and Stella sucks at Strategy games. Also also, one of the guys in the Boardgame Society totally has a thing for Fiona.

Today I slept in, and ended up missing my morning lecture, but I did finish some work and go for my tutorial, so I rewarded myself by going shopping with PeeWee and Mel. Who made me try on a cheongsam. I look like a mother:

Did you know, that camwhoring is really hard work? Just look at Porn Wee, trying to take a picture of Mel:

And look at Mel, so exhausted from posing that she can't even open a packet of chilli sauce:

After gorging myself on the chilli cheese fries at SUPERDOG!!!!! (how can you say that without comic book intonation?!) we shopped some more. Mel ended up spending so much at Tangs that she got a shit load of free things, and PeeWee decided that she wants to be Mel's girlfriend, so that she can get presents "just because".

Also, meet Trix, our newest acquisition. PeeWee wedged him onto my dashboard while we were stuck in the traffic jam on the way to Parkway. She's evil, that girl is. You think she's sweet and innocent, but really, she's mean.

Poor, poor Trix =(

And then I came home and had rumNcoke with my parents and an amazing dinner of leftovers (burger-dokhlas, star shaped parathas, rice with kadhi and mugh ni dahl (which, btw, has to be the best food in the world, EVER), and ras. Yummy yummy in my tummy!)

Speaking of which, I redeemed my free Starbucks drink this morning. Thanks again, doofledoofs!!

Also, Jess left me a note telling me that she thought I'd enjoy this, which I decided to share with all of you. You see what I mean about bizarre things on the internet?! Snort. It's kind of coincidental, since Mel and PornWee and I were discussing vibrating dental floss earlier today. But there you go. Yet another essential iPod accessory.

Of absent mindedness ,sexy cheesy pizza, and free drinks

2007-01-31T11:25:00.000+08:00

Last night I completely forgot to get online for a project meeting. Whoopsies. What's weird is that they didn't even bother to sms me and ask me where I was. Seriously, this one girl I'm working with has a serious attitude problem going on. It's not my fault she couldn't work with her friends, what the hell is she bitching at me for? I do feel bad about ditching them without a word though, so today I'm going to try really hard to figure out how the hell this blasted Budget software works and come up with a task list.

Grumple foofs. I guess this means the pictures from last night won't be up till later. Sorry hana! I will put them up eventually though. Mickey's not gonna stop pestering me to send them to him anyway.

Sigh. And I was so looking forward to lazing around in my jammies all day.

EDIT: that actually didn't take as long as I thought it would. Mostly because I took a lot of short cuts, but anyway. Pictures!!

First, we were hungry:

and while waiting for food, slightly bored:

Then, we ate like piglets. My craving for pizza was finally satisfied. Yumyum 5 cheese! Later, we ended up at (surprise, surprise) Starbucks. Where Jeremy enlightened me to the fact that we're a rowdy bunch. There was a lot of randomness involved, as usual, including Jeremy trying to freak Hana out with his horniness:

I'm quite sure he meant to look lecherous, and not like he was mid-barf. Jeremy then tried to take a gay picture with Mickey, but he wasn't having any of it:

I apparently looked like Krusty the Klown:

And we agreed that we're all piglets, but adorable happy piglets, so yay us!

Also, Mickey's entire family hates me, and Jeremy gave me a voucher for a free drink at Starbucks (THANK YOU MUCHLY!!!)

And that was my night out with the dorks. Luffbunnies. Yay!

Weekend Recap

2007-01-28T22:18:00.000+08:00

After school on Friday, I was craving a coffee like mad, and ended up at Jeremy's store. We went for dinner at Werner's after that, so Hana, don't worry, dinner at Sarpino's is still on sometime soon.

Friday was also when the girls decided that we're probably going to Australia during our long hols. I'm all the more set on it because I just found out that Alicia most probably won't be coming back in February. Boooooo!! I miss my babblemouth dammit.

Saturday I went to the doctor's in the morning, then my mom and I did a quick round of Heeren before heading home... and we managed to spend a whooping $150. In less than an hour. I got myself a spiffy new sweater, new undies, and random little things. Then I lazed around all day, and in the evening, I headed down to the Stadium for the match. Which was brilliant. Traffic was a killer all the way there, and back, but holy moley. The stadium was brimming with the most amazing vibe. As Mel, our resident alcoholic put it, "Who needs booze when you have this?"

So here's Mel, Kat, and an extremely tired me. I think that was during half time.

We were sitting right next to the scoreboard. The penalties took place on our side of the stadium, so we had a really great view of that.

Singapore in blue, Malaysia in yellow, just before the penalties.

We won, by the way. Malaysia missed the very last penalty kick. I always feel really bad for the guy who messes up like that. Honestly though, the atmosphere was amazing. They even did the whole ole, ole ole ole thing while walking out of the stadium.

I was telling Farah earlier tonight that I probably spent more time watching the people in the crowd than the actual match itself. It's great how friendly people get in the stands. I don't think any of us will soon forget the nice chap in front of us who pissed his girlfriend off when he obliged Ashley's request to translate the word butoh (It means cock, by the way. And not, as he'd like to have you believe, the rooster variety.) or the hilarious fat guy behind us, who said things like "I told you all to wear blue, then you all wear red, see what happens?!?!" (after Malaysia scored the first goal) or "I give you this red card, you go and give the referee!!" (when the ref made a bad call, showing us a rectangular piece he'd torn off the red posters that were all around)

I did say traffic was killer, right? Because it took us almost an hour just to get out of the car park.

Wesley eventually got fed up and just turned off his engine.

Mel was freezing, and tried hugging the Singapore flag they'd brought along with them, for warmth. I don't think it helped much, though.

I must have been really tired, because I just slept all day on Sunday. Watched some Ugly Betty (up to episode 6, the 5th is still my favourite so far) and Heroes (up to episode 4, oh cliff hangers, how I loathe thee!), and puzzled over my to do list. I'm a bit bemused by it. I've got much fewer items on my list, yet I seem to have so much more to do. Weird that.

I'm also puzzling over how I'm going to survive being extremely poor pretty soon. Kat's birthday this Wednesday (yay, the first 21st among the girlies!) which also means we're missing the match, buuuut it's a small price to pay. Mel's birthday in three weeks, and a couple of weeks after that is Peewee's, and Jeremy's.... I need money, and how.

And just a bit of randomness, here's a picture I stole from Hana's phone, taken ages ago at the Simei Starbucks.
No wonder people can recognise me just from my hair all the time. I never realised it looked like that. (EDIT: I was reading this back to myself, and it reminded me about the girl with desperate need of some hair treatment. Ladies, please invest in conditioner. It's really not that difficult to do. Unless you want people like Fiona bitching behind your back, literally.)

Now to go bug Mickey online, and try to figure out some C# before my project meeting tomorrow. To think I'm the sub group leader, and I haven't done jack. Eeps.

Grin.

2007-01-25T21:50:00.000+08:00

Is it just me, or do the best things seem to happen when you're feeling at your lowest? Maybe it's just that you're feeling so blue, that when something happy happens, you appreciate it a zillion times better.

Case in point, if you scroll down one entry, you'll see I started the day in a right funk. I got into the car, and dug up an old cd of my sister's. Comfort music from the 80's and 90's, coupled with a Vanilla latte from 'bucks, and the drive to school saw me already perking up muchly.

A lecture I actually kind of enjoyed later, I was picking up Nut, Fiong, PeesWees and Ben for lunch. I got some pretty good mee goreng, which I'd actually been craving for a bit, then Ben went off to fantasize about unicorn sex, and the rest of us wandered around a bit before we went back to school. I went to class, Peewee and Fiong went off to "study" before yoga, and Nut went to meet her koochiewoochie snuggyboobear. Please don't kill me when you read this, I love you. And I'm so glad you finally got your jeans!

So I had good food, good company, and good music... and I got to come home to presents!

My sister bought me the ones on the left, to replace the ones on the right, because I lost the other side of that pair when I was at Mickey's birthday party at St James'.

That's the state my old mp3 player was in. I've had it for about 4 years now. It deserves a rest, the poor battered, abused, thing.

My father's not big on smses, except when it's to send people dirty jokes, so I was extra duperly glad to receive a text from him, especially when it said:

"Just bought a MP3/4 player for my dear Eku."

Have I ever mentioned what a dear my father is? He's a big old bear =)

My new Creative Zen V Plus. 4GB worth of tinkery goodness.

So there you go. Proof that you really shouldn't let the negativity bring you down. And just cos I can, here's a picture of the ECP being extremely jammed, except that you can't tell because my phone didn't pick it up too well, and traffic kept moving everytime I finally got the camera ready.

Grumpyness, part II

2007-01-25T10:33:00.000+08:00

Cramps for three days straight = teeth grinding in sleep = massive headache = achesy NEEDING her dose of 'bucks = no more money = no new clothes = UGH.

I also realised that I completely forgot about one of my assignments, which gets me thinking that maybe, just maybe, I won't be done with all my work before Saturday. Which means I'm not going to have as much fun at the match.

I'm a cranky little girl this morning. That coffee better be big and bold.

BUT, I hate to be a whiny bitch, and I'm trying really hard this year not to let all the negativity pull me down with it, so here's a happy note: Ugly Betty really does make me happy. I couldn't say why exactly it's so good, because for the most part it's just like any other sitcom, with a pinch of that Desperate Housewives melodrama behind the scenes sort of mystery thing going on. But it's done well, and it makes me laugh, and that's all that matters to me anyway. Also, the halloween episode left me feeling warm and fuzzy in my tummy.

I've also started watching Heroes, something I wanted to watch anyway, because Milo Ventimiglia is in it, and I quite liked him in Gilmore Girls, so when Mickey told Jeremy and I that we should watch it, I did. And I like it. I've only watched the first episode so far, but it's good. I like it.

So yay. Some couch potato goodness to cheer me up. Hopefully.

Of Freaks, Fun, and (harmless) Flirtation

2007-01-24T11:24:00.000+08:00

I'm one of those people who find it difficult to study at home, because there's the constant distractive pull of the tv, the phone, the bed, the computer.... So I go to school early some days, just to get caught up with readings and tutorials and stuff. On Monday, I found myself some prime real estate. One of the benches between LT12 and LT13 was empty. Yay me! Shade + wind + close proximity to coffee + people watching = a happy achesy.

Some of the things I saw though, rather bemused me. For instance - did I miss the explosion in the fashion industry which dictated 'Thou Shalt Don Attire Which From Afar Doth Look As Though It Be Part Of Thy School Uniform'? Because I saw at least 3 girls dressed like that. Each time I wondered why these Secondary School students were wandering around NUS with the undergrads, and each time I realised they were actually wearing stuff that must have cost them quite a bit. Why?? Why would you pay money to look like you're reusing something that cost you $20?!

Then there was the girl wearing slippers - I have nothing against slippers. If my mother didn't nag at me, I would live in my flip-flops. But this girl must have anticipated her LT being really cold, because she was wearing her slippers with toe socks. And a mini skirt. Wtf?

Oh and how about this girl?

Apparently so intent on doing her work, that she didn't realise just how obscene she looked? Gross gross gross gross gross. I'll admit, I'm not miss perfect-posture myself, but that is just nasty.

Or the girl who had lovely lovely hair........ and kept brushing it every 20 minutes. No, I kid you not. She had a hairbrush in her bag. Not a comb, not a little brush, no, a full fledged hairbrush. The kind mothers spank their kids with. Not that my mother ever spanked me, but that's because I was such a well behaved kid and never needed to be spanked. But badly behaved children is a whole different topic all together, one that we won't touch upon today.

Yesterday was a long day for me. And to make it worse, I had cramps all day. Once you go codeine, there's no turning back to regular old paracetamol. So much for carrying Panadol around with me. But, even if I did almost die during the day, I still had a really good time, because:

a) I have a beeeyooteefull dress which makes me very happy;

b) Mickey "I refuse to shave and insist on looking like a hooligan" Twinkyroo was in school today, so I had someone to abuse. I also finally met his brother, who looks nothing like him, so I'm most displeased with Jeevan "diligitally" Singh for lying to me.

c) Mickey said he missed Jeremy "I'm going to name my daughter Farah and make sure she's a slut" Heng, so we met him for coffee. And I got to watch him attempt to be avant garde. Also, I have a video of him clearly enunciating the word "cock" repeatedly. I'm willing to share, if the price is right.

d) Before I met Hana "I am a Banana" Wana, who I unfortunately forgot to take a picture of because I was too light headed from what happened just before she got there, I had lunch with a sexy man who told me my hair is beautiful. Yay me! And no, Mickey, I do not flirt with everyone. That barista at Starbucks flirted with me.

Grin. And that was my egotistical superior beliefs post for the day. Time for me to go snuggle my hot water bottle, wait for the codeine to kick in, and then get down to work. Sorry for not meeting you guys, Jeremy and Hana, but the pain is horrid this month. Love you muchly.

One for the ladies

2007-01-20T22:10:00.000+08:00

The things you can find online these days never cease to amaze me. An exercise ball with a twist, anyone?

Of boobs.

2007-01-20T11:42:00.000+08:00

Something not too many people know about me: I'm an extremely light sleeper. My mother's convinced it's got something to do with how I was an extremely deep sleeper as a kid, and that something traumatic must have happened to make me snap out of it. Now, unless I'm extremely tired, or extremely comfortable (like I was last night.... oh the joys of blissful slumber!) It's not uncommon for me to wake up several times during the night.

For the past week, my sister's been sleeping in my room, and I'm not used to having someone else in my bed, so I didn't get much sleep. At least, I'm blaming my complete zombic state on Thursday on my light-sleepiness. I somehow convinced myself it was Tuesday, and that my classes started at 2, when actually they started at 12. So I rushed all the way down to school, only to realise that I didn't need to be there for my 12 o'clock class. I would've snuck out during the break, but my project group leader decided to sit right next to me, and I thought it would be kind of rude to just leave, so I stayed.

By the end of those two hours, I was ready to fall asleep on the floor of the LT, so I decided to skip my evening lecture and go shopping instead. I'm going to force myself to sit through the webcast though. I don't particularly want to fall behind in just the second week of school.

Something I realised during my marathon window shopping session (I was out for at least 5 hours, and I didn't buy a single thing. I did manage to be $50 poorer from repaying outstanding debts, but that's a whole 'nother story all together) is that Singapore just does not cater to big boobied women. I mean, honestly. All these absolutely gorgeous clothes, sales everywhere, I should've been in bliss. But noooo.

And just to prove it, here are some pictures:

Sure, it looks like it fits. But my babies really can't breathe in that thing, pretty as it looks. I'm not the firmest believer in that whole No pain, No gain ideology.

I felt gorgeous in that top.... till I realised how smutty my cleavage made me look. Plus, you can see my bra. And when you're more well endowed, you can't exactly buy into the whole liberation-burn-your-bras-let-them-hang-free deal, unless you want them to hang free down between your damn knees.

I dare you to tell me they don't look squished. I just dare you.

I adore this dress. I really really do. And if the damn thing would've zipped up over my boobs, I would've bought it in a heartbeat. But noooooo.

At least I know that if I ever decide to become a cat burgler, I can find clothes that suit that profession.

The one top I found which fit, didn't suffocate, and didn't make me look smutty. Unfortunately, I'm also a complete spendthrift, and find the idea of spending $50 on a pullover that I'm only going to be able to wear for another couple of weeks before having to retire it till the next monsoon season completely ludicrous.

So there you have it ladies and gentlemen. Next time you hear a woman complaining about being too flat, give her some padding, and tell her where to shove it.

Of Parties, Soy Milk, and Kisses, among other stuff.

2007-01-16T16:49:00.000+08:00

I've been a busy girl. Let's recap, shall we?

Last Thursday it rained like MAD. And I absolutely loved it. I still can't think of anything more beautiful than the rain.

I took a cab down to Bugis, and went for yoga with the girls, and it felt damned good. One of the things I'm thankful for in life is that I have people and things I can rely on to calm me down when my brain feels like it's going to implode.

Friday was spent first in school, catching up on reading.

My book says, and I quote: Do give your reader a KISS (Keep It Short and Simple). Something my Secondary 2&3 Geography teacher wishes Farah would do. Grin.

Then I met up with Kurtypants to watch Pan's Labyrinth (which was good, but unfortunately I'd overhyped it in my head. I still liked it though) After translating the credits (which were in Spanish) we just hung out at Starbucks and gossiped, mocked each other, and debated about who exactly Pan was. By the way, I found out why she didn't wear panties, Kurt! Ask me and I'll tell you.

On Saturday, I picked PeeWee up, and we went to Marina Square to meet Mel and Wes. We were early, so I tried on a bunch of pretty things, but didn't buy anything. After Melsley got lost a couple of times, and PeeWee as usual paid for the birthday present, we made our way to Carl's Jr. where Wesley decided he was:

but none of us agreed with him.

Armed with food, we made our way to the National Stadium to watch the Singapore vs Vietnam match. It was a first time for most of us watching a professional match live, and I had fun. It blows that the score was tied at nil, but still fun. It's almost more fun to watch the crowd and eavesdrop than it is to watch the match. Like the fat chap sitting a couple of rows behind us during the first half who gave a running commentary in Malay which cracked me up so bad. He kept yelling "PUKI MA" at the Singaporean players every time they slipped up. Fun stuff.

Singapore was in blue, and Vietnam's in white.

Wesley kept yelling at us to watch the match, and stop gossiping/taking pictures/eating. As you can probably guess, we didn't listen.

It was drizzling, and Fiona was worried about all the effort she spent straightening her hair going to waste. She told me not to put this on my blog, but Mel told me to do it, and since Mel's got something to offer me which Fiona doesn't (pictures & music).... you get to see Fiona looking mildly spasticated.

Always brimming with sweetness, peewee pie.

What you can't tell from these pictures is that all of us except Kristy and her dad were wearing red. Because Kristy told us to. And then she realised that all her clothes were in her hostel room, so she turned in white. Tee-pee-kull.

After that it was off to Clarke Quay for all of us (except Kristy's dad, who I actually saw not being serious when he put on Fiona's vietnamese cap... backwards... during the match.) to celebrate Daphne's birthday at Marakesh. Good food, good drinks (at least, I heard they were good, I didn't get to drink any myself) and good company. Timothy and Farah joined us there, and we saw a bunch of people from secondary school, past parties, etc. It was kind of funny how Tim seemed to know everyone there. He kept bumping into ex-school mates of his. At midnight, we all toasted him, because his 21st birthday was on Sunday.

Wes and Tim embracing. I don't know why they look like the living dead, but it amuses me.

We left at close to one, after getting away from Daphne's drunken attempts to pull people up to dance with her. She's a strong one, that girl. She pulled Wes so hard across the table that she almost toppled all the wine glasses. We parted ways, and I almost killed peewee by mounting a kerb that I didn't see, and sending the car flying. It nearly overturned, but we made it out alive. Even my car was completely fine. The only one who got scarred was me, when I banged my knee against the steering wheel while getting out to check the damage.

Sunday was Tim's 21st, at Changi Cottage, Aloha Changi. It's a really pretty chalet. I didn't get around to taking pictures of it, because we were pretty busy. First with the food, then with cards and taboo, and watching the band, and eating cake.....

Taboo was as usual fricken hilarious. In an attempt to make Farah and Mel guess the word "homepage", I said "Computers..." and they both blurted out without hesitation: MISTAKE. Bimbos. Speaking of which... Farah got a card, to which she gave us the clue "Mel and I are...." - you got it. Bimbos.

Music Ink (Inc?) playing. Or half of them anyway. Shaiful (Shyful?) and Ahmad, the keyboardist and guitarist, weren't there. That's Tim singing Jason Mraz's Life is Wonderful.

Tim making his speech. The dining room wasn't very large, so he made people crowd around the window and look in. If you look closely, you'll notice the cake is beautiful. It's got stars and everything. It looked a bit like a 5 year old's cake, but it was pretty, and yummy. Mango, because he doesn't like chocolate (yeah, I know. Freak.)

Kristy at a door leading out to the lawn. A lot of cars had to park on the grass because there just wasn't enough space. She was worried that her car would sink into the mud. (It didn't, as far as I know)

Peewee was upset that I took pictures of everyone else, but not of her, so I did.

Doranne, Mel, Farah, Wesley and Kristy fighting over the sushi. Before that they were fighting over the stingray. I don't blame them though, the food was yum!

Before I knew it, it was Monday. Back to school, back to crap. Here's nut stressing out over her Student Exchange Programme details, and peewee promoting NutriSoy. Healthfreak.

Now it's Tuesday, I've been done with class for the past two hours, I'm still full up from lunch at NYDC with nut (nanny nanny boo boo Jeevan, that's what you get for sleeping in) and I still have half an hour to kill before my project meeting.

Wish me luck with the PRCs.

fingers crossed,
achesy, who misses someone who has to draw a family tree for class. Snort.

The lights reflected off the wet concrete

2007-01-12T00:00:00.000+08:00

I was going to make a post about the relevance of computing, and some other random things from my day, but my head is completely not in it.

Maybe tomorrow.

I am glad to see my gramma and uncle, though. And yoga felt good.

Is there anything more beautiful than the rain?

Of School, Skankyness, and Slobber

2007-01-10T16:05:00.000+08:00

It's my day off today. I've only had two classes so far, but I already had a whole pile of reading ahead of me when I got up this morning.

My colour coded to-do list made up entirely of post its. It being the start of the year and all, I'm still verging on being extremely well organised.

I spent all afternoon reading about appropriate Business Correspondence Etiquette.

You'll never truly appreciate, until you try it youself, how difficult it is to study when you've got hours and hours of muscled tattooed sweaty grimy men just begging to be watched. Mel told me she's already got season 2 of Prison Break. mmmmmm... slobbery goodness.

A question to all of you: Just how skanky am I, really? Well I mean, I know how skanky I am, but I want to know just how much of my skankyness you're aware of. Lately, the slutty remarks seem to be resurfacing, and it got me wondering why there was that long lull for the past few months. I don't remember being exceptionally well behaved and demure. If anything, I feel like less of a slut now. I wear little skirts and I have big boobs and I see no point in not speaking about sex just because I'm in public, because it's not like everybody else doesn't know what it is. But I don't seduce men (contrary to what Hana and Mickey and Jeremy believe) and I don't sleep with other peoples boyfriends, or cheat on my own (not anymore, at least. Not having a boyfriend might have something to do with that though.) It's just odd, really, and since I'm such a fan of alliteration, and I had School and Slobber up there, I thought I'd throw in skankyness and save sex for another day. Because I know my girlfriends would love me twenty times more fervently if I wrote an entire entry on the joys/dangers/less explored aspects of sex.
My God, why haven't I thought of that before?! I could be just like Sh.... nevermind. Name no names, achesy, and you won't have people coming after you with pitchforks in the middle of the night.

Also, Roanna got here today, and she looks like a jolly happy lady. Let's hope my grandma doesn't do anything to change that countenance when she gets here tomorrow.

And just since I didn't get around to it on the day itself, here's a picture of Farah not folding paper planes, while Timmy and Swine watch the ones we'd already folded fly out of my bedroom window.

Blood Diamond

2007-01-09T23:17:00.000+08:00

So I just got home from watching Blood Diamond with Hana and Mickey. It was a good movie, and I won't spoil it for those of you who haven't watched it yet. All I'm gonna say is, be prepared to be depressed, but in that good kind of way that makes you think. A lovely action packed boom bam dishadoosh with a message. I like those. Sometimes.

Also, I have a helluvalot of reading to get caught up on. Already. It's the second day of school. My non boyfriend's as swamped as I am, if not more, so I don't even have anybody to whine to. Boo.

That's really all. I'm too tired to write more. Love to all.

EDIT: I almost forgot. I also managed to get a Michael Jackson collection, for under $20. Booyah!

Of Pictionary, Plato and Paper Planes

2007-01-05T20:56:00.000+08:00

Today Farah, Tim, Swine and PeeWee came over, supposedly to play tennis, but we ended up just bumming around in my room all afternoon. We played Don't Panic (which is fast becoming an extremely popular game among all my friends) and HeadBandz (during which I became Plato, which is kind of coincidental, seeing how I'm going to be reading his works for school come Monday, but hey, I'm actually kind of looking forward to that part of it) and Pictionary (whereby I learnt that Tim is actually pretty damn nifty with a pencil, because, hey, how many people do YOU know who can draw a kangaroo, and have it actually come out looking like, a kangaroo?!) And then we made paper planes, and stalked people on the interwebz.

And now I'm all showered and clean and in my comfy pink jammies and I'm about to settle down on the couch and watch Prison Break. While trying to pretend my attempts at Internet Whoredom didn't backfire and end up with my non-boyfriend's mother thinking I'm a loosey floozy. I still don't get why people think Wentworth Miller is all that swoonworthy, but I'm definately willing to watch him for hours on end and see if I don't change my mind.

Pictures from New Year's Eve at Ian's and ice skating at Jurong to come once PeeWee figures out how to transfer them from her camera. Oh digital camera of my own, how I yearn for thee.

notes from a busy day

2006-12-29T22:37:00.000+08:00

The zoo, while still extremely beautiful, makes my feet hurt.
Donkeys are adorable.
As are otters, meerkats, lemurs, and all sorts of other animals.
I need to buy myself a good cam, so that I can put up pictures the day I take them, or close, instead of procrastinating to the point of saying fuck all and not sharing them at all.
Critters are NOT, unlike what Mickey will try to tell you, at all affiliated to fritters.
When I eat a Subway sandwich, I will crave orange soda and a chocolate chip cookie. No matter I just had a giant cookie less than an hour ago, or that I had a whole can of coke. The craving will be there.
I cannot resist the urge to putter around and fix things.
I simply do not share the love so many women have for shoes.
Nut and Jeevan are darlings, because they bought me the giantest bag of candy as a belated birthday present.
I got all 3 modules that I bid for, so far. Now I just need to decide between statistics, philo, or film art. On that note, anyone doing CS3215 (Software Engineering Project, 8MCs) drop me a note.
Lauren Graham is gorgeous.
Lauren Graham kissing Vin Diesel is surprisingly a pleasant thing to see.
The Pacifier was a dumb movie, but it made me smile.

=) And now, to bed!

Banana Bunker

2006-12-29T09:46:00.000+08:00

I'm about to head off to the zoo, but Chris linked me this, and I thought I'd share.

I need to get used to waking up early. I'm a complete zombie right now.

Another overdue post

2006-12-28T13:22:00.000+08:00

Here's my long overdue post. I have a ton more pictures, but I'm too lazy to upload all of them.

In Bintan, I had a pina colada out of a pineapple. Yumyum!

Bintan Lagoon Resort

The sea sports centre. On our last morning there, we were headed back to the room to clean up before checking out, and the guy offered us a ride on the jetskis. We had to turn him down, which sucks, but there's always next time I suppose.

On our second day there, it got kind of foggy and rainy towards the evening. Didn't stop my sister and Ci from dancing around coconut trees though.

More foggyness
We're retarded, yes we are.

that's what the villas look like. They come with their own bbq pits and swimming pools, and use of a golf buggy cart thing. Porn Wee was most thrilled. I'm smelling something in the planning for her 21st....

speaking of Porn Wee... next time she tells you she has "no pantat" - here's proof otherwise.

Porn Wee enjoying the slide, which according to her is way better than the one at Tioman. I wouldn't know, since I didn't try the one at Tioman, but the slide up there definately was tons of fun.

Us and Melly. No really, the trainer told us that was her name.

Porn Wee as a big macho man.

and to make up for all the embarrassing pictures I put up of her, here's Porn Wee looking oh so pretty in front of the pink christmas tree at Cathay, from when we went to watch Music Inc play their debut performance.

earlier that night, Porn Wee, Swine and I had dinner at Carl's Jr. We got bored and started doodling. I am, apparently, a labia.

My gingerbread man. RIP in my tumtum, you yummyyummy thing you.

Also, Mickey got really drunk at his birthday celebration at St Jame's PowerHouse (it's most exciting the way they herd you in while screaming "GUEST LIST" - if you're on the guest list, that is. Thanks Vishal!) but I believe I'm not allowed to make fun of him, or tell anyone about his embarrassing moments, so all I have for you is a picture of him... Well, I don't really know what he's trying to do there. I was trying to take a picture of Vishal and Shiv doing an irish pub dance, or a picture of them and Shakti (yes, they're cousins named Shiv and Shakti. It cracked me up.) trying to find their car in the Vivo City carpark, but I kept taking my phone out too late. And then I took a picture of Mickey doing.... this. So enjoy.

possibly my first drunken post

2006-12-25T03:27:00.000+08:00

This year's Christmas was radically different from last year's. Whereas last year I was avoiding the punch (spiked with beer, oooo, the horror!) this year I was downing multiple glasses of wine - well known among close circles to be the only thing that gets me high, quick. By the way, yes, I'm aware that I type extremely well for someone who's on the verge of passing out.

I spent Christmas Eve at Timbre with a bunch of happy people, doing happy things. Bitching about lousy stuff, confessing a bunch of happy stuff, admitting what a shitty year it's been, and hoping for a good year ahead for all of us. Here's to a gorgeous New Year's. A hopefully pretentious-less, less-drama-filled, just plain happy year ahead. Cheery ho!

Let's see if my drunk ass can't manage some technology fumbling and manage to put up a couple of pictures:

yeah, okay, my drunk ass can't do it. Maybe tomorrow. Pictures of Ben, Kenny, Fiong, PeeWee, Doranne, Rehan and Yun. I didn't manage to snap Wes (hi wes! I was drunk, I know, but I remember saying hi!!!) but yeah. That was the bunch of us. I hope you guys had fun at Thompson!

Wee. Merry Christmas y'all. I just dropped my phone and I have a sneaky suspicion (I spelt that wrong, didn't I?) that my parents don't believe completely my act of sobrierty so I'm just gonna head on off to bed now. Yay me! Yay Christmas! Yay a good year ahead! Yay shopping tomorrow! Yay being broke! Yay yummy yummy booze and buzzing fucking high!!!

Edit: all I can say to that, is: Snort.

Here are the pictures:

Fiona, peewee, and an already extremely drunk me

Ben is almost as smelly as Wes. Boys are stinky. Pee-yew.

Porn Wee pretending to be all demure and sweet. Pfft.

Ben attempting to be a goldfish.

Ben and Kenny. I don't remember taking this picture, but I'm glad I did, cos it's cute.

Doranne and Yun, looking extremely bored.

Yun, Rehan, and Fiona. I'm not sure what's going on there, but then again, I wasn't sure what was going on for most of the night anyway, so hey!

Merry Christmas again, everyone.

2 posts in one day!!!

2006-12-20T21:41:00.000+08:00

I know, I know, my reading list is long enough as it is (although I should have removed Thud and Time Traveller's wife by now (the latter is extremely depressing, but oh so pretty) but I'm lazy like that) but I couldn't help getting more today.

First, I was extremely extremely hyper, then I got an amaaaazing massage. The lady even massaged my boobs. I mean, she asked me way before anything happened, and if I'd been quicker to understand her accent I would've said no, but by the time I realised, she'd already started and it seemed kind of rude to interrupt.. I'm sure you all needed that lovely mental image. But really, it was a great massage, mild feelings of being violated aside.

THEN I went to meet Mickey in town because I wanted to use my Kino vouchers, except we were both late and ended up meeting in the train, and then I got hungry, and he watched a baby being changed while trying to ignore my hyper prattle and I ate not-so-good nachos, speaking of which, the ones at Cartel are actually pretty damn good, but I'm still not sure if that might not just be because we were so hungry. Hmm. Run-on sentence. Maybe the hyperness hasn't entirely worn off yet.

Point of my story being, we went to Kino, and I picked out some stuff, but then I saw the queue and decided to come back after Christmas when people aren't so mad. Then we went to the library hoping to find Tintin for meanyhead and Asterix for me, but no such luck. I ended up getting 3 Agatha Christie books that I haven't read yet, which is great, because it's perfect mystery novel weather.

And then we window shopped for hours, and had dinner at Subway and I came home and realised I'd forgotten my keys and almost peed my pants waiting for someone to open the damn door already.

Moral of the story? If you don't understand someone's accent, take your time to respond. It's better to look like a fool, than to feel like a fool. Also, if something in your brain nags at you to check to see if you brought your keys, even if you NEVER forget your keys, CHECK TO SEE IF YOU BROUGHT YOUR DAMN KEYS. Alternatively, make sure you piss before setting off on what you know is going to be a long ass bus ride.

Also also - Mickey, HAPPY BIRTHDAY. I'm 2 hours and 10 minutes early, but nanny nanny boo boo, it's your birthday, and I'm gonna make sure you're excited about it.

p.s. The rest of you, we're not dating. So get that idea out of your head.

p.p.s. I met WeeWee and WeiQi but missed out on a *SQUEAL* OMG MUFFIN *HUG**AIRKISS* because he was busy doing... something. Boo. Meet me soon or I'll eat you.

p.p.s.s. I don't know why you women buy clothes from FCUK. The only nice stuff I ever see in there is for men.

heros and eggs

2006-12-20T09:40:00.001+08:00

I haven't being doing anything, so there's nothing really to blog about. I sleep, wake up, watch the rain, play xbox, sleep, eat, watch tv... Bliss.

Do related things have a tendency of happening to you all at once? Because they do to me. This time, it's all about heroes. First there was the music: You'll never know that you're my heeeeeeeeee-ro... and that other song where some guy is singing about how he doesn't want to be this girl's hero, because he doesn't want to die.

And then I read an article over at wwtdd (if you hunt enough in the archives, you'll find it, just look under Lindsay Lohen, I'm much too lazy to do it myself and link you guys) about how Lindsay Lohen is a hero, because, here's where you can start taking notes ladies, she lost a bunch of weight so she's now this skinny little thing with badangdangs that she's keen on exposing to the world. ...What? It amused me. Boys who aren't more worried about their appearance than I am, or who aren't pretending to be in touch with their sensitive sides just to hook a girl, or who aren't utter pansies - it's a refreshing change these days. Or maybe I'm just a male chauvinist pig in disguise.

Anyway. Last night my sister attempted to be my hero. I was craving a hard boiled egg at close to 10pm (that's what happens when you watch Jamie Oliver too late at night) but was way too lazy to get around to making one. My sister and I haven't cooked together in ages, so she got all excited about it, so I finally agreed to make the damn egg. Boil water in a kettle, transfer to pot with egg, plop onto stove, wait a couple minutes, peel, tada! Easy, right?

Wrong. You severely underestimate the amount of chaos that goes on in this house. So we've got the first egg on the stove, and my sister asks me, "Are you sure you only want 1 egg? Because if you want two, we're going to have to do this all over again." I figured, what the hell, so I got another egg, handed it to her, and she slid it into the pot. NOT GENTLY ENOUGH because the damn thing cracked. I was all for fishing it out right away, but she figured if it was such a little crack, it would just cook anyway in the boiling water. Right?

Wrong again! First the damn thing started boiling over, because obviously the egg that's only half-full, because most of the white is busy pretending it's a designer candle, cooked faster than the uncracked egg. So I fished the broken egg out, and most of the fleeing white as well, and left the other egg to boil a little while longer. Except that I took too damn long to clean up all that vagrant egg white, so the pot boiled over AGAIN, and this time I didn't manage to turn the flame off quick enough, so I had egg-white infused water all over the stove.

Eventually, I cleaned everything up, and I had a damn good hardboiled egg while watching Room Raiders Opposites Attract, and a not-so-good parboiled egg while watching Room Raiders 3 of a Kind.

And my sister decided she never wants to visit Arizona because the people there are all weird. If my sister calls you weird.... be very afraid.

Time to go book a massage, confirm coffee/movie dates, traipse down to Kinokuniya to use my vouchers (THANKS MUFFIN!), all sorts of happy things going on these hols =)

heros and eggs

2006-12-20T09:40:00.000+08:00

I haven't being doing anything, so there's nothing really to blog about. I sleep, wake up, watch the rain, play xbox, sleep, eat, watch tv... Bliss.

Do related things have a tendency of happening to you all at once? Because they do to me. This time, it's all about heroes. First there was the music You'll never know that you're my heeeeeeeeee-ro... and that other song where some guy is singing about how he doesn't want to be this girl's hero, because he doesn't want to die.

And then I read an article over at wwtdd (if you hunt enough in the archives, you'll find it, just look under Lindsay Lohen, I'm much too lazy to do it myself and link you guys) about how Lindsay Lohen is a hero, because here's where you can start taking notes, ladies she lost a bunch of weight so she's now this skinny little thing with badangdangs that she's keen on exposing to the world. What? It amused me. Boys who aren't more worried about their appearance than I am, or who aren't pretending to be in touch with their sensitive sides just to hook a girl, or who aren't utter pansies - it's a refreshing change these days. Or maybe I'm just a male chauvinist pig in disguise.

Anyway. Last night my sister attempted to be my hero. I was craving a hard boiled egg at close to 10pm (that's what happens when you watch Jamie Oliver too late at night) but was way too lazy to get around to making one. My sister and I haven't cooked together in ages, so she got all excited about it, so I finally agreed to make the damn egg. Boil water in a kettle, transfer to pot with egg, plop onto stove, wait a couple minutes, peel, tada! Easy, right?

Wrong. You severely underestimate the amount of chaos that goes on in this house. So we've got the first egg on the stove, and my sister asks me, "Are you sure you only want 1 egg? Because if you want two, we're going to have to do this all over again." After much careful consideration, I figured, what the hell, so I got another egg, handed it to her, and she slid it into the pot. NOT GENTLY ENOUGH because the damn thing cracked. I was all for fishing it out rght away, but she figured if it was such a little crack, it would just cook anyway in the boiling water. Right?

WRONG AGAIN! First the damn thing started boiling over, because obviously the egg that's only half-full because most of the white is busy pretending to be an artistic designer candle cooked faster than the uncracked egg. So I fished the broken egg out, and most of the fleeing white as well, and left the other egg to boil a little while longer. Except that I took too damn long to clean up all that vagrant egg white, so the pot boiled over AGAIN, and this time I didn't manage to turn the flame off quick enough so I had egg-white infused water all over the stove.

Eventually, I cleaned everything up, and I had a damn good hardboiled egg while watching Room Raiders Opposites Attract, and a not-so-good parboiled egg while watching Room Raiders 3 of a Kind.

And my sister decided she never wants to visit Arizona because the people there are all weird. If my sister calls you weird.... be very afraid.

Time to go book a massage, confirm coffee/movie dates, traipse down to Kinokuniya to use my vouchers (THANKS MUFFIN!), all sorts of happy things going on these hols =)

What's Up, Doc?

2006-12-17T15:21:00.000+08:00

I went to bed last night this close to giving up on love and joining the not-so-little society of modern day cynics who are all brusque and gruff and tough as nails on the outside and too scared/proud to admit to the pain they feel inside. I've been not completely well for the longest time now. I'm not sick, but I'm definately not healthy, and I fall almost-ill all the damn time. You know, when you've got just a smidgen of a fever all day, and it only flares up at night, so you end up sleeping restlessly and having the most absurd dreams, most of which are just endless looping replays of things that happened to you either that day, or sometime in the past, or in your head when you're worrying about how things are going to work out in regards to something that's stressing you out.. (how's that for a run-on sentence?) I think a lot of the reason why I'm so irritable and upset lately is just plain because of that. Maybe that's why I was so happy when I was in Bintan. The fresh air did me a lot of good, even if I wasn't getting much sleep.

Point being, I spent a long time yesterday arguing with the boy, and I fell asleep in a lousy, lousy mood. But then, I woke up today, and it's gorgeous weather, raining like anything with no sign of letting up, and I watched toons on Boomerang with my dad, had a good lunch, just a nice lazy time. I was flipping channels, and I settled down to watch What's Up, Doc. You know, that movie where Barbara Streisand actually looks kinda cute, and there's all sorts of mayhem, and it's just the absolute perfect thing to watch when you're running a fever and feeling kinda half-absent from the world at large.

Now I feel better. Hopefully I get a chance to explain. Thanks for being so patient, bubba. You're still an inconsiderate jerk, but I adore you anyway.

Wedding Season

2006-12-15T21:36:00.000+08:00

I have free entry for two to the opening party of The Clinic tomorrow night, but I probably won't get to go, because at 7, I'm going to be all dressed up in a sari, of all things, for a wedding.

Someone mentioned that December seems to be wedding season, because everyone seems to either be getting married, or preparing for someone's wedding, or attending someone's wedding, or something to that effect. Pretty appropriate then, I suppose, that I found out today that my exboyfriend's getting married.

She's gorgeous, her dress is beautiful, she obviously adores him, they look so sweet together, she was in the Air Force too so she's gonna be able to understand all the pressure he always seems to be under, and his family (amazing people, the lot of them) adore her... I'm really happy for him. I just wish he'd told me. He was the best thing that had happened to me in a long time, and long after it was over he was my best friend. All I have to say is Congratulations, boo. Not that you'll read this. Guess it's time I relinquish that title though.

I'm trying to find a way to say all this without coming across as angry, or sad, or bitter, because I'm honestly none of those things. I have nothing but best wishes for him, and his entire family. They're great people, and they deserve great things to happen to them. It's just a little mind boggling and difficult to digest.

In other news, pictures from my trip will be up when I get around to it. Don't hold your breath though, seeing as how I never did get around to making a lengthy post about my party. Right now, I'm just gonna go to bed and try not to scratch the insect bites that go alllll the way across the left side of my body. I'm not even exaggerating. It's so nasty.

bitchy slut ass cunt face!

2006-12-11T10:46:00.000+08:00

Tomorrow I'm going to Bintan (with peewee pie, so you people can stop rolling in those applications, tyvm) (oh and HALLO WES who is apparently blog stalking me too.) and of COURSE, invariably, I woke up this morning sneezing like crazy and my head feeling all blocked in.

It's okay. Lots of sun and sea breeze should do me good. I hope.

Why the title, you wonder? That's what doof called twinky. And twinky's the one who's kept saying that I'm falling sick, since the day of my party. Foul mouthed bugger. Unfortunately he's all cuddly and happy-fying, so I can't even get mad at him really. Boooo.

I'm still happy though. So yay me.

there is a very fine line between insanity and genius

2006-12-09T23:44:00.000+08:00

Thanks Sean, for this link, which explains a little about LLI - Low Latency Inhibition. Interesting food for thought. I've always thought the line was very very fine indeed, and this does sort of explain that somehow. Yay!

quickie #2

2006-12-09T12:22:00.000+08:00

Just posting to say that I'll be in Bintan from Tuesday till probably Thursday. I actually have a room to myself, and it's already paid for, so if anyone wants to come along, all you'd have to spring for is the ferry ticket, which is about $40. I'm looking forward to lazing around all day for 3 days, without anyone to nag at me (except maybe my sister, but she'll probably be too busy lazing around herself to take much notice) but I'm always up for spending time with friends, so if you're interested, just let me know.

In other news - be prepared to see less of Shirley Shanelle Shandy/Bob in the upcoming months. Not for any particular reason other than peewee pie getting her license *grin* My days as chauffeur are coming to an end. Now I just need to wait till doof gets his own car, and mickey gets his license/bike, and I'll be all set. Not that I'll love Shirley any less though. Congratumalations Priscillia *grin*

Back to lazing around in bed with some discworld for me. Byebye!

quickie #1

2006-12-07T12:01:00.000+08:00

Last night was the birthday party. Right now, I'm running on more or less no sleep, and I can still feel the smoke and booze running through my veins. All I really want to do is take a shower and pass out till it's time to go get lots of free coffee from Starbucks, but I figured I'd make a quickie of a post first.

I had the most awesome time. I got to see lots of people I haven't had a chance to hang out with a long while, I was made to feel extremely loved, and I got to make some people very happy too. So thanks to everyone who came down, especially the ones who had work the next day/live at the other end of the island/were worried about feeling awkward because they wouldn't know anyone else there. I really appreciate it, and it's made me extremely happy.

When I get pictures from Mel, Muffin, and anyone else who had a camera, I'll be sure to write more. For now, I'm going to catch up on some much needed sleep.

EDIT: muffin's uploaded the pictures (most of which involve me looking absolutely horrifically drunk/unphotogenic) at his website (link is in the comments). When I get the zip file from him, and the pictures from Mel, I'll try to pick my favourites and put them up. In the mean time, this is a pretty apt representation:

beautiful people, beautiful moon, beautiful night

glam-cam-whore wannabes

we do not discriminate against race, religion, or height.
Okay, actually we do. But we still love you!!!

'tis true, I was waaaay high. So nanny nanny boo boo to you if you weren't there to see me make a complete arse of myself.

Then again, I wasn't the only one who was tipsy...

Hooray for sitting around like hobos in the middle of the night with pink helium birthday balloons and party cups!

And of course, no birthday party is complete without cake! It's the first time I've ever been to a party where the ENTIRE cake got eaten.

I was looking at the pictures with Nut, and we both started gushing about what a great time we had. I just hope everyone else had as much fun as I did. More pictures later =) unless I get lazy. teehee.

One for the Boys

2006-12-04T16:58:00.000+08:00

So you've heard of the rabbit, the dolphin, maybe you've seen those diamonte studded platinum/titanium/white gold dildos. You've heard of girls using their cellphone vibrators, and some of us have laughed ourselves silly over this website which actually, I suppose, if you don't have anyone to get any from, could be extremely helpful. But how many of you, have heard of The Tenga? Brings the idea of boys and their toys to a whole new level now, doesn't it?

ByeBye Chatterbox...

2006-12-04T05:37:00.000+08:00

...Hello comments.

half past one, and I'm already making major headway in getting through my to-do list. Go me!

And check it out, Fiona's been updating. When she's supposed to be studying, of course. Tsk. Bad fifi, BAD!

I am a happy bunny =)

And another one bites the dust..

2006-12-03T13:52:00.000+08:00

Another semester, that is. My exams ended this morning, and I celebrated by buying myself pretty pretty beautiful things, having a lot of coffee and bitching and giggling with my sister, and cleaning out/rearranging my room. I'm finally taking a break from organising my closet, only because my back is killing me, and I realised I may have been slightly over-ambitious in tackling it all tonight. If only I could figure out where to keep my shoes...

Another to-do list!

- ~~nail the backing back onto my bookshelf~~
- ~~fix my broken picture frame~~
- ~~hang said fixed frame back up on the wall~~
- ~~get a longer cord from daddy so I can plug in my stereo~~
- make the boy's present pretty
- ~~finalise my guest list for the party, and~~ hopefully get RSVPS
- make a shopping list for the party
- shop for the party
- ~~get my eyes checked~~
- ~~order new contact lenses~~
- ~~sort out my bookshelf~~
- get a pedicure
- claim my massage
- return Varun his textbooks (thank you again!)
- ~~spend lots and lots of money on myself~~then again, this is quite the ongoing process...
- ~~revamp my blog~~
- ~~take all my old magazines/notes/etc down to the nearest recycling bin.. on that note:~~
- ~~find out where the nearest recycling bin is~~
- take a trip to IKEA and get a new frame, because mine's apparently unfixable
- take the bags downstairs, and hope they notice the bright green post it saying "RECYCLE" on it.

phew. And that's not even half-way complete. I'll probably be able to knock off half of it tomorrow though, so yay me!

For now, it's back to sorting through lots of clothes, and then a long long long well deserved hot shower.

Holidays, here I come!

Soft!

2006-12-01T22:38:00.000+08:00

On a similar note, I recently read this:

And in it, one of the main characters, Glade, has a boyfriend named Tom who a) Never writes notes, because people who commit suicide, leave notes, and he's not about to kill himself, and b) lives in America (Glade is English) and spends all the time that he's apart from her, thinking about her, or his image of her. He builds her up to be someone completely different, and everytime they meet, she seems to have let him down in some way, because she's not the same as he'd envisioned her.

There's also a man in it named Lambert, which made me laugh because that's what I call Ashley and no one else seems to remember the movie except maybe my sister, and another man named Barker, who's the kind of character I always love in a book. The dark man, with a dark past, but really he's kind of soft inside.

Also, Glade's father has a heart attack while dancing the Flamenco, because he heard from his wife (Glade's mother, who left him and ran away with a younger man) and she's in Spain. He doesn't die, in case you're wondering, but he reminded me of my Gramps, but a little more outgoing in his eccentricity.

Also also, Minimal cover functional dependencies make my head hurt. If you ever take CS2102/S, do yourself a favour, and don't leave that chapter till the night before your paper.

divergent souls

2006-12-01T21:31:00.000+08:00

As usual, in an attempt to procrastinate studying, I started blog hopping. First, a digression - why is it that even with only 17 pages left to read, I still can't buckle down? It's my last stretch of studying for the next six or seven weeks at least, and it's not even like they're 17 long, 14 sized pages of teeny tiny font. If I showed them to you, you'd probably mock me. Hell, I'm mocking myself. When I finally do get around to reading, I'll probably be done in half an hour, max. But nooo. Even though I really want to go to bed, instead of just getting it over and done with, I'm procrastinating. It's like the postcard my sister bought: Always put off till tomorrow what you could have done yesterday.

Anyway. As I was saying. I was blog hopping, and it got me thinking about how most of these people, are people I actually know, however superficially it may be, in real life. And how they must have no idea whatsoever that I'm reading about their lives. And that, got me thinking about what would happen if they read my blog. And that got me thinking about the people who I know for a fact do read my blog *cough* peeweewhostalkspeoplebutdoesn'thaveablogofherown *cough* sameformelandfarah *cough* andFionaandJeremywhodon'tupdate *cough* wow, really bad throat. Oh well. Guess I'll just have to drink more alcohol on Wednesday to kill the germs. The sacrifices I make. Sigh.

I'm really good at digressions, have you noticed? Anyhow. It's kind of odd, don't you think, how people can now know about your life before you get a chance to tell them, because they read it on your blog? Like how just yesterday, I was showing Nut pictures on my phone while waiting for dinner to be served (divine Rum&Raisin truffles at Coffee Club, by the way) and when I turned to show them to peewee, she responded with "I already saw it on your blog". (See what I mean? She's a stalker. Bloggers, beware this one.)

My point being - what if your blog is an escape for your inner split personality self? I know at least some of you must know what I'm talking about here. I thought I was the only one, till I started reading books beyond Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys (speaking of which, don't you think the entire Hardy Boys Case Files would be a WICKED present?) and Archies and.. you know, I never really got into Sweet Valley. Reading a lot, and being addicted to the Internet at a much too young age were probably the two best things I could have done for myself.

On one hand, I can probably put all my idiosyncrasies down to the addictions, but on the other hand, they were my only escapes, and they've showed me how to cope, and get through them. Could addiction be both the cause and the effect? Something else to ponder over, I suppose. I know that without them, I probably wouldn't have realised yet that it's not as uncommon as you'd think, to feel like two or more completely different people reside within yourself.

I read a blog on Friendster the other day (while procrastinating, of course) and broken English and lapses into Bahasa Indonesia aside, it was a wonderful read. He spoke of how he was two people, as far as he could remember he'd always been two people. When you're a child, you hold conversations with yourself, especially if you spent a lot of time growing up alone, and as life passes on, you gradually split away from yourself, till there's almost two distinct personalities. I can talk to myself all the time, I make for the best conversations I've ever had. Sometimes I interpolate others into myself, I've spent a lot of time this past week, for instance, talking to the boy in my head. It's not just saying things to him though, he responds, and we talk.

And that's just what this whole forking twining road of a rant was about. What if, your blog is a way of writing out your conversations to your other self, a record of the passing comments, just a random pick of the fleeting words that carry on day in and day out, even while you're asleep. What if, that's what your blog is, and people who know you, who love you in real life, who you may love back more dearly than the world itself - what if they don't understand that catharsis, have never seen more than just a glimpse of the rift(s) in your soul - what if they read this, how will they respond?

I suppose at the end of the day, it all just boils down to how they want to perceive you. God knows my perception of a blogger greatly depends on my frame of mind at that particular moment in time. If, like now, I'm floaty and tired and mentally-and-emotionally-purging, I find things beautiful, I see art in the ordinary. And if I'm feeling like a complete and utter cynical bitch, then I do what many people do. I say things like "what a fake, pseudo-intellectual strumpet!" (thanks for bringing that word to the forefront of my vocabulary, Mel) and I write the writer off as a wannabe, a tryhard, a should-die-hard.

I think this is all coming to me because I remember the day I was in school, studying with Doranne, Fiona and Alvin, and Fiona commented on how the way someone wrote in his blog was extremely different from the way he spoke in person. So thanks Fi, for the inspiration (you're my muse for the moment, speaking of which, have fun watching them in Jan!) and helping a poor helpless procrastinating undergrad get through the night before her final final. Tomorrow, the last paper, then shopping and pedicures and parties and good times await =)

conspiracy theorist, part 1

2006-11-28T13:00:00.000+08:00

They're all out to get us. How, I ask you, is anyone supposed to study in weather like this? How can you not spend all day just curled up in bed? How?!?! I'm extremely muchly looking forward to December now.

Last night, after dinner (I stuffed myself silly with a giant burrito, tons of nachos and 4 margaritas. I also discovered that rose tequila on the rocks is deeeelicious. Invokes an alcoholic's inner child's love for rose syrup and milk.) I ended up going with my sister to Hard Rock Cafe to watch Kumar and Company. Fun stuff. He fell in love with my sister, for reals. Kept telling her how pretty she is, and how she should never change, and on and on and on. Cracked me up.

Shake it like a polaroid picture!

I just like this picture a lot. It mirrors real life so well. Happy Birthday Schnookies!

Also, a very very happy birthday to my model-esque friend, NuttyPuttster, seen here showcasing her killer smile. Which was actually dyed blue from too many m&ms, but my camera didn't pick it up. Boo. Yet another reason to save up for a new camera. Anyhow. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, you're extremely loved ♥

craving crowds, gasp.

2006-11-27T18:52:00.000+08:00

I went to pick up my sister's present in town after my paper today, and I had a really hard time dragging myself away from the crowds. Whoah. This hermit-lifestyle-studying-all-day-everyday thing is definately taking a toll on me. Since when do I like crowds?!

In other news. We went Songs of India for my dad's birthday. Expensive, upscale North Indian food in one of those shophouses along Scotts Road. Extremely yummy. Kebabs that melted in your mouth, tandoori chicken that almost made my sister turn carnivorous (she's usually quite the vegetarian, by choice)... and the chicken we had with our naans, don't even get me started. My tummy was extremely happy.

Dinner tonight at Iguana's probably. Yumyum. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SCHNOOKUMS. Your baby sister loves you.

NSFF - not safe for fun

2006-11-24T12:41:00.000+08:00

For my own reference: (done, to be read)

2106:

Anderson:

Chapter 1 - intro
Chapter 2 - processes
Chapter 3 - synch & comm
Chapter 4 - devices
Chapter 5 - mem management
Chapter 6 - file systems
Chapter 7 - selected topics

Harris:

Chapter 1 - intro
Chapter 2 - process management
Chapter 3 - interprocess comm & synch
Chapter 4 - mem managment
Chapter 5 - virtual mem
Chapter 6 - file system management
Chapter 7 - device management
Chapter 8 - security

2105

Kurose:

Chapter 1 - Computer Networks and the Internet
Chapter 2 - Application Layer
Chapter 3 - Transport Layer
Chapter 4 - Network Layer
Chapter 5 - Link Layer and LANs
Chapter 6 - Wireless and Mobile Networks
Chapter 8 - Security in Computer Networks

2103

Priestley:

Chapter 3 - Software Development Processes
Chapter 4 - Restaurant System: Business Modelling
Chapter 5 - Restaurant System: Analysis
Chapter 6 - Restaurant System: Design
Chapter 8 - Class and Object Diagrams
Chapter 10 - Statecharts
Chapter 13 - Implementation Strategies
Chapter 14.6 - Design Patterns
Chapter 1 - Introduction to UML
Chapter 2 - Modelling with Objects
Chapter 9 - Interaction Diagrams

3230

Letvitin:

Chapter 1 - Introduction
Chapter 2 - Fundamentals of the Analysis of Algorithm Efficiency
Chapter 3 - Brute Force
Chapter 4 - Divide-and-Conquer
Chapter 5 - Decrease-and-Conquer
Chapter 6 - Transform-and-Conquer
Chapter 8 - Dynamic Programming
Chapter 9 - Greedy Technique
Chapter 11 - Coping with the Limitations of Algorithm Power

2102

Ramakrishnan:

Chapter 1 - Overview of Database Systems
Chapter 2 - Introduction to Database Design
Chapter 3 - The Relational Model

Bressan:

Chapter 1 - What's in a Database?
Chapter 2 - Relational Model
Chapter 3 - Relational Calculus
Chapter 4 - Relational Algebra
Chapter 5 - SQL
Chapter 6 - SQL and Programming Languages
Chapter 7 - Entity-Relationship Model
Chapter 8 - Normalisation
Chapter 9 - Conclusion

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2006-11-22T14:06:00.000+08:00

The days leading up to today were full of beautiful things, beautiful people, beautiful places..

Near the cricket club. There's actually a game going on, but you can't see it in this picture.

One Fullerton. The place that spikes your coffee, if you're not careful. Grin. It's odd, but being near water makes me feel infinitely more at ease. That's why I love being at home so much I guess, when you've got a view like the one out of my bedroom window, there's not much reason to get out. Unfortunately, it also means I spend a lot of time spacing out and not studying.

Doof in his apron. He likes to say the word cock. He finds it rolls off the tongue more pleasurably than penis, or dick. If you see this face at my birthday party, be sure to ply him with more alcohol. Unless he's puking. In that case, give him some water, let him sober up a bit, and then ply him with more alcohol.

Marina South. Before I met twinky for ice cream. Numnum, AND prettyness!

Yesterday I hung out with nut at her aunt's place (I finished my chapter, nanny nanny boo boo.. stop reading this and go STUDY you bum!) then I met the girls (and one guy, but don't worry Wes, I was glad you were around. Pity Tim didn't come too, but hey, there's always the party!) for drinkies at Cafe Iguana. peewee was extremely misleading as usual, so I ended up having a LOT of margaritas. They made me happy. Except for needing to pee desperately by the time I got home.

My cake! Fiona apparently took a video of them singing me the birthday song. If I get it from her, and nothing obscenely stupid goes on in it, I may share.

Crazy happy people. Kristy had exams, or it would have been all the girls. pfft.

Wesley's a smelly monkey. I hope you scored lots of (non-own) goals at the cage!

This morning my parents came home from their trip to India, and woke me up at about 7:30 to wish me happy birthday. At first I didn't see it, and was a bit puzzled, because my sister always gets me AWESOME gifts every year, and I either open them the night before my birthday, or she's got something nifty waiting for me when I wake up. I remember there was one year I was sleeping on the pull out bed in her room, and she cut out little arrows and pasted them on the floor next to me leading to a little cross, on which there was a bottle with a rolled up message inside, leading me to my present.

Eventually though, after getting my loot from my parents (woohoo new books! no vouchers this year though, they're sponsoring my chalet. I think.) I came back to my room, sat down in my chair, and noticed:

Shopping, pedicures, and massages. See what I mean by awesome presents?

I just got done with lunch (mommy made fried rice, I've been craving it for weeks!) and later we're all going to watch the new Bond movie and then have dinner somewheres. I havn't decided where yet, but I betcha it's gonna be a great meal wherever we go.

I'm a happy little birthday girl =)

sneak peak

2006-11-21T20:00:00.000+08:00

Happy Birthday Eve to me!!

Post with birthday news, exam news, random news, and lots of pictures coming up...

best guy friends a girl could ask for

2006-11-19T00:25:00.000+08:00

Right now, like literally right now, I've got a man with the sexiest voice ever playing me a song on his guitar. I get to listen to the whole of Stairway to Heaven, and this is just a preview to my birthday song.

And before this, I spent the night being traumatised by doof and twinks. Twinky was attempting to throw me off my own bed, and doof was alternating between demonstrating how female Japanese porn stars moan/cry, and clutching his crotch and asking my mirror, "Would you like some cock?"

We also had pizza and watched Swordfish. Flying buses ftw!

Being serenaded makes me go all giggly, for reals. Even if it is just over the interweb. Teehee.

Pictures from the week, and other random stories coming up when my brains not all mushy from feeling loved.

All smiles.

there is no denying

2006-11-15T10:45:00.000+08:00

Woke up this morning to the sight of all the furniture in the living room being squeezed onto the carpet, the dining room chairs squashed into the passageway, and the entire expanse of marble flooring completely bare. And I probably wouldn't even have noticed if I hadn't walked into every single one of those 6 chairs while trying to make my way to the loo.

There really is no denying it. My house is a bizarro-magnet.

Also, I find it extremely apt that I also woke up with this song in my head today:

Whigfield - When I Think Of You

When I think of you (x3)
I need your body tonight

I got me feelings and now it is part of me
You got me reeling, right into the heart of me,
Don't keep me waiting, cos I need your body tonight

I got me thinking, my life it was ending
and when I was sinking, I found me a friend
And now you've got me singing I need you inside me tonight
Ohhhh

When I think of you, I feel like flying
Like a dream come true
Not cos I'm dying
When I think of you
I need your body tonight
Ohhh

With your affection, my life ain't the same
Cos it's like ressurection, I'm calling your name
And you're close to perfection
And I need your body tonight

I got me thinking, my life it was ending
and when I was sinking, I found me a friend
And now you've got me singing I need you inside me tonight
Ohhhh

When I think of you, I feel like flying
Like a dream come true
Not cos I'm dying
When I think of you
I need your body tonight
Ohhh

I've been asked to spread the word. So ladies, if you're interested in a tall, sexy, extremely talented young man, let me know and I'll hook you up. And yes, I am most certainly talking about bedroom skills here.

Off to school for achesy. After some coffee of course. And hopefully without walking into anymore precariously placed furniture.

doof is a greedy pig.

2006-11-14T22:57:00.000+08:00

Sillycow and I gave each other our birthday presents early this year. He got a lift home and van houten raisinettes and chicken tenders from BK, and I got counselling and love. And then on my way back I got my 3rd coffee on the week. I'm only averaging 1.4 cups a day now! Maybe I'll actually not go bankrupt before my folks get back. Gosh I miss them.

I was going to say something else, but now I can't remember. That's been happening a lot lately.

Oh yeah. I broke a mirror tonight. Fucksadoodles. I did toss some salt over my left shoulder during lunch, per advise of Mister Doofle Doodles, so hopefully it all balances out some.

Starbuuuucks with HanaWana (who now reads my blog, HALLO!) tomorrow, yay yay yay. That is, after another day of studying. 6 more chapters and 4 modules to go. Tralala. Lala.

grumpyness, gigglyness, and googlyness

2006-11-14T09:36:00.000+08:00

Grumpyness:

Studying till way past midnight, after waking up early, makes achesy a very grumpy girl. On the other hand, at least I'll know for sure this semester that I did my best. I've never been one of those crazy HARDCORE MUGGING BRAINDEAD ZOMBIE type students. It drives me mad, that I have to do rote-learning, even at this stage. But hey, you gotta do what you gotta do, right?

Gigglyness:

People are all excited about my birthday party for me. Everyone's been volunteering to help out, bring stuff, tell people, etc, etc, etc, and it makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Also, knowing that someone WANTS to be there for me, tends to blow me away, everytime. I KNOW I've got some of the awesomest friends a girl could ask for, but every so often they force me to take a step back and go "damn. They really love me, don't they?" I'm tempted to say I am not worthy, but hey, I'm the pwincess, of course I'm worthy *grin*

Also also, being apologised to when the other person was really in the wrong, and then being baby-ed after that - I don't let people do it often, but it was a really nice feeling. So thanks, babe. I needed that. And I'll try to be more cupcake-y from now on =)

Also-also-also, I believe the PERFECT birthday present for me EVER would be a wonder woman vibrator. I can just picture it: I have sex with WW all the time!

Googlyness:

All my friends know that I have a tendency towards bizarre dreams. Last night wasn't any less googly than usual.

It involved doof, nut, twinks, and the rest of the TP Drama gang, building a house. As in a stage prop, that was a house. Approximately 25 feet tall. Out of that plasticy-corrugated stuff you always end up using in projects in Secondary school. There was a fight between doof and Patrick over the door (oh sweet memories).

Also, this all took place in a resort, which resembled the haunted camps you always see on shows like Nickelodeans "Are You Afraid Of The Dark". Inside one of the cabins, someone (I can't remember now, but he exuded a sense of Zeus-ness about him. I bet if the dream had gone on he'd turn out to be some Greek God Human hybrid, just like that book I read last year) found a giant manual, called "Lodging Complaints".

We decided to refer to it when a ferret-y type animal poured lighter fluid all around a group of playing babies, and one of the babies almost set themselves on fire. Eventually we got the babies away to safety, and then someone (I'm thinking Jamie) pressed the detonator (yes, there was a detonator for the lighter fluid) and set the fluid on fire. After it had burnt itself out, it spelt out a message, to the effect of "This is why people always run away, it's not a freaky coincidence, we really can communicate with you, etc etc" which made us all realise that the camp wasn't really haunted, but we knew we couldn't tell anyone, because also included in the message was the fact that when previous residents had tried to share the information, the message always mysteriously disappeared. Either it rained so hard there was a mudslide over the clearing and covered the burnt grass, or everything burned down, or something else to that effect.

So Zeus-type-dude picked up the manual, in which a woman who claimed to be Mary communicated with him, and Jesus ended up culminating an adventure with waking up at home not quite sure if everything had really happened, or if he had just been too drunk, because Mary was acting like nothing had happened.

And that was my lovely dream. Weeeekid.

EDIT: saddest most adorable thing everrrr.

bullet post

2006-11-12T10:22:00.000+08:00

I know this pisses doof off, but I only just woke up, so point form ftw!

I've had 11 coffees in the span of 5 days. No bloody wonder I'm poor.
When I get REALLY angry, I get a case of the shakes, and then I die a little inside.
I secretly adore Robbie Williams' songs.
I miss my momma and pops.
peewee loaned me a mouse. woohoo. No more frustration at the lack of a red-light, this one shines BLUE.
My birthday party's been confirmed for the 6th of December. EVERYBODY's invited. Unless I really hate you. In which case you wouldn't be reading this anyway, so yay you!
doof is secretly evil. He wants to play pool today, only because I'm one of the few people who play worse than him. Hmph.
It is entirely possible to survive on raisin bread and waffle crisps. And peppermint mochas, of course.

luff. study buns.

widespread mispronounciation

2006-11-08T00:19:00.000+08:00

heard my name on the radio last night. Carrie Chong read out a story I wrote in less than a minute. Not worthy of a $100 hamper, but definately worth the effort just so I could hear her butcher my name, just like I'd bet her she would.

C'mon now. It's not that hard a name to pronounce, is it?

a question

2006-11-07T20:38:00.000+08:00

Am I the only one who starts to feel vaguely disembodied at this time of the year?

Also, doofy's cam tends to take awesome pictures. If I could just get past this need to resorting to stupid faces whenever a camera's aimed in my direction.

Also also, Benjamin cracked me up today:

him: (talking about one of the assignments a module he's taking) you can ask your friends to do it. I did.
me: horrible.
him: Why? If you had musically inclined friends, you would do it too what.
me: No. I'm very honest.
him: Yeah, right.
me: It's the truth!
him: yeah. Hey look. Isn't that my pet pig flying past your window?

thoughts for the day

2006-11-06T19:58:00.000+08:00

- It seems that looking like old school minahs is back in fashion. I saw atleast 4 Chinese girls dressed in skinny jeans, kitten heels, and tight black tees, with too much make up on their faces, walking around with whole lots of 'tude. Possibly the wrong kind, but who am I to judge.

- the boy reminded me of Lemon. So I did a little scrimagging around, and found something I'd like to have for my birthday. That also reminded me that I should update my wishlist.

- Peppermint mochas are back at Starbucks! First thing in the morning:

and my sister bought me another one when I got home from school:

- pms sucks major ass.

- yodelling at the dinner table can be fun

- I will never be able to remember all the things that make me go "ooo I should blog about this" throughout the day. Ever. So I may as well give up.

alcohol vs milk powder

2006-11-05T00:29:00.000+08:00

My girls are out drinking, while I'm at home covered in baby puke, but there's no better way I can think of to have spent my night. Bubby, Ima miss you sorely when you leave. And my brother and sissypoo-in-law too, of course.

It's been a good couple of weeks. Now I just need to get rid of this queasyness (I'm not pregnant not that I was worried, pshaw, it's just the stomach flu ~~yet again~~) and then it's time to get back to studying for finals.

p.s. My birthday's in 2 and a half weeks. I like presents. Suprise presents are the best. The plan as of now is to meet the boys in the afternoon, the family at night, and the girls later at night, and then a giant party after exams are over. Everyone's invited, yay! And yes, that includes you goobers who live in far off foreign lands. Come to Stinkapore, you'll have a good time, trust me. My nephew sure did.

okay, so maybe he looks like he's about to cry, but that's only because he's approximately 2.5 minutes away from throwing up more milk that any baby should be physically capable of containing. Also, this is why I NEVER smile in pictures.

banging on the tables and sticking his tongue out as usual. He loves ice cream, but likes Irish Cream coffee more. And he flirted with the staff at NYDC.

Only reason he's smiling there, is because he hasn't realised yet who's holding him. That's the aunt who scared him 7 times in the span of 10 minutes, just cos "it's fun to watch him get scared like that!" He cried each time. Poor baby.

Another minute, and bhabhiji would've caught first class puke action on camera.

teenage sex and programmers

2006-11-01T11:03:00.000+08:00

Yesterday, my lecturer (one of those nice, earnest, Software Engineer from India types) told us that testing your programs is a lot like teenage sex. Many people claim to have done it, but the few who really do it, don't spend nearly enough time on it.

The things you learn in school never cease to astound me.

sonic blast from the past

2006-10-30T13:36:00.000+08:00

I can't believe I forgot to post this yesterday.

As a kid, I watched a lot of WWE (back when it was still WWF) and I distinctly remember Chyna. So I was in hysterics when I saw this post on Go Fug Yourself. If you're thinking about not clicking that link... maybe this will change your mind:

month long recap

2006-10-30T10:17:00.000+08:00

I finally found some time to sit down and blog (because I'm supposed to be documenting Visopsys, and obviously procrastination comes into play) and I realised I have a million pictures that I havn't uploaded, and some stuff I wanted to write but never got around to doing. So here goes, some random stuff from the month of October.

peewee and I drove down to Holland Village for lunch one day, because I was craving "something good", and according to peewee, you can't get good food in school. We started out with a divine pizza from Spizza, but I was too hungry to camwhore that part of the afternoon. I really must get myself into this groove of taking lots of pictures to pepper my blog with. Hinthintnewdigitalcamerahinthint. Seriously though, if anyone buys me a ridiculously expensive present, I'll beat you over the head with it. I don't like it when people spend tons of money on me unnecessarily, it makes me feel obliged.

So the pizza was absolutely delicious, some pesto-chicken thing, and then I convinced peewee to pay for my dessert in exchange for me driving her around all the time. I wish I'd had the presence of mind to take pictures IN the store itself. They had everything from chocolate linguine to giant meringues to tiramisu to freshly baked bread, and all of it smelled simply divine. Eventually we settled on a mint-chocolate-cheese-type-cake, and a green cupcake with tons of rainbow sprinkles. After we'd devoured more than half the cake, I remembered that I'm a blog-whore again, and made peewee wait till I took pictures of the cupcake. Which was so damn adorable.

So there you have it. My trip to da paolo gastronomia.

I had four midterms between Friday and Saturday, so on Sunday I decided to unwind in the best way a girl can, with some of her crazy friends and a giant coffee at starbucks. I think I overdid it. Either way, we laughed a lot, but that's nothing new. My weekends usually are tons of fun when I meet the boys. I'm still most amused by doof's solemn proclamation that "It was written."

Something a little out of the ordinary did happen though. We ended up outside mcdonalds, because doof and I were craving fries, and twinks is just pliable like that, and the two of them were teaching me to play the soccer-with-3-coins-and-obscene-looking-goal-posts game, when this little boy who was probably about 5 or 6 years old started to make fun of me. First he mimicked everything I said, and then he made faces at me from across the tables. After some time I realised that the boys were staring past my shoulder, so I turned around to see the little man offering me this:

According to him, it's Latvia (did I get that right, doof?) from Pokemon. I think I made a date with him for Tuesday, so he could show me his "million million Pokemon stickers!"

Too damn cute. I got bullied and then hit on by a 6 year old. He got stood up though. That’s what happens when you tease a girl too much. Hmph. I didn't manage to get a picture of him, but let me assure you, he was quite the character. According to the boys he did a little boob-grabbing dance just after he walked away from our table.

Speaking of boob grabbing....

The boys accompanied me costume shopping for last night's halloween party (doof because he's cool like that, and twinks because he needed to buy new soccer boots and I promised him I'd accompany him if he came with me). I ended up not getting a full costume, just some props to make me feel pretty, but I had a whale of a time looking around.

yes, yes, I know, cleavage galore... my mom pointed it out to me already, tyvm. Also, twinks apparently saw a guy oogling my boobs and didn't share the joke. Doof and I were most disappointed. We like laughing at stuff like that.

buzzeriffic memories. Bzzzzzz. Well, here we are. This is... MY place *winkwink*

doof is jap + emo = superdupercool.

I did rent those wings in the end. When I get pictures of the night itself, I'll put them up. btw, not that you can really see them, but those are my spankerriffic new jeans that I got from Vivo City. Which is also where I saw this:

more bizarre candy-goodness:

Skittles from China, which, according to Doof, read as "Rainbow".

Did you know that there was a programming language called Cocoa?

And just some other random news/realisations made over the month:

I stayed back in school till late, a LOT. Funny enough, school doesn't really look much like a school at that time of the night. Odd, really. Unless of course we're talking about that particular Saturday, when the PSI hit 150, and I walked out of the building at close to 11 and wondered for a couple of minutes why the condensation wouldn't wipe off my glasses. On days like that, when the haze makes Singapore look like London and smell like Bangkok, it's not so odd, because there's a logical explanation for it.

Mel lives in a haunted house lookalike.

my nephew is an adorable monkey.

ash blonde highlights look pretty on me. Even if I do look like a mama girl.

a) plaid is all the fashion, so I can stop mourning that $100 skirt from Topshop 3 years ago, and find myself a nicer one for cheaper
b) when mickey's late, Zara can be entertaining
c) The Departed was a good movie. So was The Prestige.

My friends like Indian food. I'm not the only one who thinks Indian sweets are WAY too sweet.

Doof got a job at Starbucks. HELLO FREE COFFEE! Congratulations again, Mister Barista to-be *grin*

and with that, I'm signing off, with kisses for all: