Love is overrated.
Passion is overrated.
Friendship, however, is underrated.

Funny how when you think you're old enough, you come back to being young again, and also wanting to be young again.

Being seven years old is how i felt today, when me and Aishah, Shaz, LiJun, Pam and Hwee Teng went to the Zoo today. Don't ask me why we chose the Zoo, because I happen to think it was a brilliant choice. I mean, we've done enough shopping right? ( Okay, don't think you'll agree on that) As we walked through the many enclosures, cages, places, I feel seven again. It's not hard to feel seven again, really. When you and your friends get excited over a little peacock, and when you guys attempt to attract it so that it would unveil its beautiful tail, it's seven years all over again. And no, we did not succeed, even with the funny noises LiJun tried to make and the weird movements that Pamela did.

The only thing that didn't felt seven years old was our bodies. Poor legs! We walked and we were so tired, we fell asleep in the bus on the way back. Yup, poor legs.

The things that brought me back to being seventeen were two persons. They just jumped out of nowhere and screamed, "DEANNA" in a shrieking manner that I wondered if it was friend or fowl (it's an after Zoo- thing).

Turns out, they were Chicky and Ant, and they've just escaped from the Zoo!

Gasp!

Kidding!

Chicky a.k.a TanGekEng and Ant a.k.a Andrea surprised me at Junction 8, right after my Zoo experience. So was it fate or was it not, I do not know. Coincidence is just another name for fate.

And so, I'll be waiting eagerly for next wednesday, where the next animal meeting would take place. (Sorry, next "gathering"... ) Waiting... and hope that the two 50th customers would be wearing their new bras in. And ShiQi and XueYi.

Note to SQ: You're not fat. I've seen fat and you are not.

Blogger has no place for regrets.

Girl on left suffering from swollen cheeks right now ( but looks as if girl below her is the suffer-er) 

Friends. Can't live withut 'em. (Especially if they've been there 4years) 

Running for Gold

The first time I ran was a Tuesday
Things weren’t going my way
The sky was gloom, the track was too
And all I had were basketball shoes

The second time I ran, I was in the semis
Running to a place in the finals
And I ran, I ran and I ran hard
Used up all my sweat and blood

The third time was necessary
It was to train
Who knew about the consequences?
I’ve only got myself to blame

The forth time came and I was tired
My muscles were burning and it was the finals
And before the race I told myself
I have to run as fast as hell

Then bang, and I started
All my opponents, they were beside me when I parted
And I tried to break free
But it was too soon too see

Then I found myself lagging behind
I was slower! Was it a sign?
I was supposed to run for gold
And in the end, I was number 4 where it mattered the most.

The Friendship Story inspired after reading "The melancholy death of oyster boy"

There was a robot.
And there was a dunce.
They met one day in England
And friendship began to bloom.

They became good friends.
They were always around each other
Everyone thought they were inseperable
But cracks soon begin to appear.

You see, the robot is very competitive
It is always coming out with new theories
But all the dunce could think about
Were the dinnertime berries.

The dunce soon felt pressured
And ashamed of its knowledge
The robot couldn’t see that
It was busy going to college.

And one day, the dunce and robot met
The computer.
The computer knew the dunce before.
The dunce had once mistook it for a boar.

Soon the trio were sitting down and talking
But not long after the dunce started sulking.
The computer and robot were talking about science
But the dunce was more interested in mice.

After the chat, the robot will always look for
The computer.
The dunce, meanwhile
Stayed in the background.

The dunce was frustrated
It didn’t want this friendship to end.
But it was one-sided
It was greatly bent.

The robot never noticed
As the dunce slipped away
Until the day he does,
He’ll never know he is to blame.

And so, a farewell dinner for the one who is going to sing "I'm leaving on a Jet plane" while she actually boards a jet plane.

The dinner commenced at Swensons, Plaza Singapura yesterday evening. Someone wore a mind-boggling skirt ( liked to think it was me, but no it wasn't.) and specially "tied up the hair a few cm higher than usual" for her hot date before the farewell. Shazzana, the main girl of the table, was looking especially gorgeous. Rightfully so, it was her limelight today. It was her farewell dinner. Didn't feel like a farewell. I guess goodbyes are most impactful at the last moment. Impactful, and may I add, PAINFUL. At least we're going to the zoo on thursday! I shall think of it as FAREWELL ZOO PARTY FOR SHAZ. New, and fresh.

While I'm at it, I shall wish PAMELA a very HAPPY birthday- Madagascar Style
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
you are born in the zoo
you look like a monkey
and you smell like one too!

the effect, and gwen's butt, makes for a good picture. 

Photoshop is so fun. 

The Friendship Story

Isn't it weird how life can come and bite you in the behind when you least expects it? First, you realise that maybe, just maybe, you have been sucked into a vortex. And now you are trying to pull yourself out. Confused? So am I.

Recently, I realised that what comes around goes around. Let's just say that, what I've done onto someone, was done onto me by another. And all that I can do now, is to slip away. Unless you notice and do something about it, I will slip away.

And, as I'm being taken for granted, I'm taking others for granted. Irony huh? Never do unto others what you don't want them to do unto you. And as always, when time is always late for regrets, amends always look sinful. Guilt.

Here's a confession, to the one in question. I ran a race, with you in mind. That race was the 100m semi-finals. I ran another race, also with you in mind. That race was the 200m finals. And winning a trophy for someone, that's a first for me. Suddenly, you were a motivation. But I have to admit, I was feeling guilty. Guilty that I wasn't that good a friend I would have liked me to be. That I was always trying to impress someone else. Actually, I wanted to win the 100m for you, but I didn't even get third! So glad I won the 200m. The trophy was just something I wanted you to remember me by. We don't need awards. Friends are not friends just to win the "Greatest Friend" award. Okay, so actually, you won that thing. I just ran it for you.

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When one door close, so many open. I'm glad, I saw the other doors, instead of waiting at the first door to open again.

"All you need is love?" NO! There's more to life!

All we need is love. Agreed? Love conqueres all. We live on love like it's bread and water, like it's the only desire of man. Well, that's what they tell you anyway, on the TV, in songs.

What a load of crap! Over the years, I was convinced that love was supposedly the most important aspect of life. You should fall in love, listen to love songs, then when you fall out of love, listen to break-up songs, then somehow or other, you'll make up again in a fairy tale kind of ending, and listen to a great top ten hit by Diana Krall, the lady of love songs. That, my friend, was my imagined life when I would be old enough to start liking someone.

And believe me, being thrown back into reality isn't fun at all. It's Nasty. It's hard enough liking a person, and the odds of that person liking a lame,crappy utterly nerdy person like me back is zilch, zero,"kor song". And why! My life is happy without that kind of love right now. I breathe basketball, I breathe my books. I survive. Britney Spears sang she was born to make him happy. Yea, I bet she did, even got him a kid. But I know, the only person I was born to make happy was myself- ultimately.

Seriously, what are they teaching on TV these days. A cop (male) will always fall in love with his suspect/ witness/partner/ any female that hovers less than a metre away everytime they are on screen together. In songs, 9 out of 10 titles are about love. Boy, am I happy for the numerous "I'll be there for you" songs.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not condoning love.I myself would want to embrace love one day. But, I'm just saying, there are far more important things than love. Family is one, ambition is another and many more. Why not, instead of spreading the message of love, showcase the passion for one's ambition. I bet ambition drives one hard, and I dare say ambition drives one as hard as, if not harder, than love.

And when all of life's more important events are done, there would be more fulfillment in one's life. Fulfillment, that life was not wasted on that son-of-a-*****. Thenm when all was said and done, regrets would not be the first thing on your mind.