THE WONDERS OF TECHNOLOGY

I am right now, singing "Best I ever had" with Shaz on the guitar.

And she, is in the USA at 11.51pm.

So fun right.

THIS LIFE

In case many of you have not realised, we have but one life to live. This one life can end when
a) A person kill you
b)You kill yourself (Which by the way, is stupid plus is a crime here in Singapore)
c) Die from diseases/old age

My guess is, in case you get to choose how you die, it would be option C for the majority of earthlings living in this planet. Hence, I believe that we all have an idea how we are going to live our lives.

I am already 18. It's not old, but I'm been around. Certainly not a kid anymore. I guess this is the stage whereby you anticipate what kind of life are you going to lead for the rest of my life.

That's when it gets frightening.

As in FRIGHTENING.

Hey, I may be a little, okay a LOT paranoid, but I am really worried about the future. No more allowance from Mum and Pop, no more lazing around and sleeping at home. And what if I can't get to where I wanna go, do what I wanna do, be what I wanna be?

Questions questions questions.

Hopefully, I shall provide me with the correct answers.

(Deanna's mind: I'll hold you to that!)

Wind In My Hair

Today, I rode pillion on a motorcycle.

SHIOK AH!

It was my first time, and boy, it was exciting. Frightening, but exciting. I saw on TV that the pillion rider should grab hold of the waist of the driver. Like in those love stories, where the female lead hold on tightly to the male lead's waist, and he basks in her grasp.

Hah! I know you are snickering now.

I tried to hold on to my friend's tee, but he said "Don't pull my tee, behind got metal, hold on to the metal!"

"Orh."

The wind cuts through the helmet, and all I could hear is wind, wind and more wind. It was fun and exciting while it lasted.

However, I guess it would be my last time too. My dad doesn't think it's safe. After all, you could die.

DIE I tell you. DIE.

Always listen to your conscience
Even if you think it's a hallucination
Cos when you start lookin' back
you know there ain't no regrets
- EANAD

The Case of the Contact Lens

By now, the news have already spread all over puny little Singapore that the government body (or something like that) is investigating in Bausch & Lome's ReNu contact lens solution as they are suspected of causing cornea infections.

And it so happens that I use that solution.




So there it is, in my dustbin, cos I sure do not want a cornea transplant in the near future. Being a good citizen I guess.



And my contact lens container. I ought to change them every few months, but i have no idea where to buy them.

AFTER HAIR CUT

Yes, I do happen to think this is a nice photo of me. I do not ask for perfection, but as long as my hair does not fluff up like May Koh's*, I am grateful.


*a beloved Economics teacher of mine in SRJC whose hair management and teaching skills seems to be miles apart.

VALENTINE!

Andrea baked these for me during valentine's day. So sweet- and I refer to both her and the cookies.

Jasmine, Grace and Lynn also gave me chocolates. I have already eaten Jasmine's so I couldn't take a picture of it.

Thank you people! Who needs guys anyway?



At Gao Fei's House.

See that? I was supposed to be teaching her maths and yet here she is, shooting away on my camera phone.

I can't be a teacher.




LAstly, My classic LOOK.

Eat this.

Jealousy? Maybe.

I stepped out of the lift on my way to work.

Digression alert: My LAST Day at work.

And I saw two students sitting at the stone table at my void deck- KISSING.

Just want to let me see people KISSING one day before Valentine's day lah.

Immediately I put out my two hands and raise my shoulders ala the "What-to-do?" look. Have a sudden desire to call up their school to say "Eh! Your students kissing at my house void deck leh!"

Stupid young lovers. Of course I didn't tell on them in the end, but I sure hope someone does!

An Evening with Mrs Tan

Where I am working currently, there are times when the server goes down and the IT guy will come to fix things up.

And honestly, the IT guy is cute.

Coincidentally, on thursday my mum who works for my dad and works at home had problems with her server at home, she called in the IT guy, which coincidentally was the IT guy i find cute.

It was also the day where I took an off day from work to referee a game in the afternoon, which makes me home at 12pm. I know, a lot of coincidences for ONE day.

I was in the bathroom when he came. Before that I had told my mum that he was cute, which was probably a very big mistake.

When I came out of the bathroom (fully clothed mind you) I said a quick hi to him. My mother, to my horror said "YA, He's cute." Right in our faces.

Totally embarrassing! You don't tell a cute guy your daughter says he's cute. You can tell a cute guy he has to repair the system, or fix the wires proper, but never tell him your daughter says he's cute. It's nearly the same as crapping in your clothes really.

Soon enough after I got over the embarrassment, I had to go off for a basketball game. At 6pm, I was at Junction 8, helping my sisters buy some food from there (those gluttons). I called my mother to ask her if she wanted anything and she said she would like some Macdonalds for dinner.

Before she hang up though, she whispered "______(Insert IT guy's name) is still here, and is married le leh."

Ok. Thank you mother.

When I got home, he was still there, still cute and baby-faced and all. After a while he was gone as it was evening.

My mother proceeded to provide/ bombard me with information about him, like that his wife is a _____ (insert respectable occupation that qualifies one a frequent flyer) and that blah blah blah blah blah blah.

From my big sister who stayed home the entire day (no life huh?), she told me that my mother was chatting non-stop with him the entire time. GASP! When my sister wanted to talk to my mum about some stuff, my mum couldn't be bothered. However, when he was talking to her, she was happily chatting away.

Wait till my dad hears about this huh?

Just joking. Now we're joking that our mum would be happy if her email system breaks down. :D

Totally out of the blue post.

Very tired from work.

Want to quit.

Not because it's tiring, but cos I have other plans.

So long then.

But I can't bring myself to tell my bosses. ARGH.

I haven't seen Char and the rest for a long time.

Since Jan, everyday it's work then Referee course. Work even on saturdays.

But good thing is, has amassed a small fortune. Teeny weeny fortune but contented.

Who wants a job? Tell me. I want to find a replacement before I quit. But first, you have to know me to apply.

Inside or Out?

I just had my first time.

And before you, yes perverted-thinking-of-something dirty- and grinning-dirty-dirty-yellow-fellow you think otherwise, I just had my first Refereeing experience.

It was a basketball match between two primary school boys team. And oh boy did I make a whole lotta mistakes. But I learnt a lot, and one day, I will be able to close my eyes, sense a foul or violation on court and catch the offenders right in the act.

Okay, so I'm not superhuman either.

Refereeing isn't easy. You control the game, the spectators, the players and the coaches. Basically everything. Being a player is wayyy easier.

And on this note, I bid goodbye to the sotong-like brain of mine and hope to welcome a multi-tasking, fast brain soon. (Hey, people who know me will know I'm no multi tasker. I can't even talk to you when I'm sms-ing)

Brain transplant anyone?

I was technically supposed to blog about my saturday night out with SQ, Gek Eng and Andrea, but my dad "cleaned" up the laptop so i can't upload any pictures of our outing, especially those whom are terribly embarrassing. One picture shows a person who has "Zhao Geng-ed" ( flashed... haha, is this the correct word?) and another shows the beautiful teeth of Andrea. So too bad, another time!

A Faint Memory

On wednesday night, after work, I met up with Liling and she accompanied me to buy black pants for my referee course.

After that was dinner, at Swensons no less because I was $88 richer from the BIG Ang Pow my boss gave. Well, my boss happens to be my dad. But, he gave the same amount to my collegues too, so no blood-relations biaseness.

Definately NO blood relations biaseness, because me and my siblings got $20 each from my Mum and Dad for CNY.

Not even close to the MARKET RATE! (and I did check you know.)

But, as my dad explained, me and my siblings' Ang Pows are gestures of goodwill. But his workers get BIG Ang Pows because he rely on them to make money. Well, which is true.

As I was saying, Dinner. Liling and I sat down and just chatted about the good ol' days in Junior College at Dinner. And I have discovered myself, I couldn't tear myself away from talking about my Junior College days to anyone who doesn't cut me off. Which is good, cos it means that I had a great 2 years stay in SRJC. But which is bad, cos I can't move on.

Then, it was time to go home. We took Bus 133, which i was very familiar with as I have took it countless times with a certain Ms Sivalingam. As the Bus pulled away from the bus stop, someone called my phone and the conversation went like this.

Me: Hello? Disa( my big Sister), what you want?
Disa: Hello? Where are you?
Me: I am at City Hall, going home already, I went to buy black pants.
Disa: I think i am going to faint already. I am very weak now. Can you come and find me?

Me: WHAT? FAINT? AS IN ARE YOU GOING TO DIE SOON??
Disa: (meekly) Quick. Come.... Argh

The line went dead. She haven't told me where she is!!!!!! And she's gonna die! My sister!! ARGH!

Well, hehe, that didn't actually happen. This was what really happened.

Disa: I think i am going to faint already. I am very weak now. Can you come and find me?
Me: Huh? How come? Where are you?
Disa: Somerset MRT. I am sitting down. Quick come, I scared I will faint.
Me: Ok ok. You wait hor, I am coming.

And with that, Deanna the Super Sister flew to the Resue of Disa Tan the weakling. Not exactly flew, because I had to take Bus 7 to Somerset as there were no cabs in sight. And I missed a bus stop too. I alighted at the wrong stop. Which was a stupid thing to do when someone is about to faint.

And of course, I was in a dilemma whether to call my parents. My dad has a car, he can take us home, but what if my sister doesn't want him to know? But in the end, I called my dad, who by the way was nearly home (he fell short of pressing the doorbell.)

In the end, I guided my sister out of the station (and lost 65cents because I had to enter the MRT gates but who's counting anyway?) and into my dad's car which came just in time.

We went to a 24 hours CLINIC in Bishan. Disa saw the doc for her fainting spell, me for my TIGHTLY SHUT blocked nose, and my dad paid the bill (tee hee).

I didn't go to work the next day. Slept like a log.

And anyway, I realised that i have had 3 friends/sisters who fainted/almost fainted.

Is it me or do my friends faint easily?

SWEET BEGININGS

I have just written my first screenplay EVER! Am very excited now, because it's mine.