S-U-A-Y

Shall elaborate on this dark day sometime soon.

To Continue from there.

Still at Gwen's chalet
Next afternoon we went to Escape theme park. On every ride we spent about 30minutes. 90% of that 30minutes were spent on queuing up for the rides. Below is an illustration of our feeling throughout that 30minutes

0mins-Excited
10mins-Still very excited
15mins- Quite excited
20mins- Tired
25mins-Bored
28mins- Faster leh!

Looking at people riding the ride for countless times before our turn makes our adrenaline slip away.

However, when it's our turn, it's worth the wait. Especially during the Wet And Wild ride. It was a total rush, even though I ended up soaking wet and people can see through my tee shirt. Very embarrasing.

Then came a sudden downpour while we were on the Flipper ride. And so we went to queue for the only indoor game available- The Haunted House (Panasonic Alpha 8, the other indoor game was closed). It was quite pathetic seeing that there were only 2 "ghosts" inside the house, plus we could see their uniforms from behind. However, I still screamed and jumped a great deal. The effects were realistic, and I actually screamed at a mannequin. (Why take chances, right?)

Ruiyi pointed to a painting, said it was a painting.

And I screamed at it after she said it.

Haha.

Gwen, she was coooool. She was walking ever so calmly beside scaredy cats Renee and Yuen Xin.

However, ironically, she couldn't bring herself to ride the Flipper and the Viking when we rode it the second time round.

I ended up not playing the Go-Kart (advanced). It was my second time to Escape and the second time I didn't get to play it. Jinxed!

After that it was already 8 plus, so we went to eat then back to the chalet. I was tired and slept from 11pm to 1am when Renee woke me up and refused to let me sleep till 6 plus in the morning. So we played some singing games and talked about hamsters, rabbits and how she has been the last one year or so- Until Gwen Woke Up.

Gwen suddenly woke up, wore her specs and played Indian Poker with me and Renee while the rest slept. The funny thing was, up until now, she didn't know why she played with us when all she wanted to do was sleep. But it was fun, trying to see the cards in the dark. Then she slept again all of a sudden. Luckily, SomeOne subdued Renee and I was able to get to sleep until 9.50am the next morning,ate breakfast and left for home.

I guess I could say that this chalet brought some of us closer, and provided solace for others. I really had a lot of fun. With these people, I learnt so much about life and love that I don't think I can see things in the same angle again, though my principles are still the same. These bunch of people are the CRAZIEST, the WILDEST (ehem----> Jasmine) and even though I am always being "bullied" (or i shouldn't put the air quotes), I feel that I have found a place where I can laugh out loud or cry and all of them will be there for me.

Rendenvous in Room 136/6 Block F

There was this girl who was born on the 27th of March, 1985 and she grew up to be a pretty woman. However, on her twenty first birthday, something happened...

SHE THREW a 21st Birthday Chalet!

So much for a proper introduction. Miss Gwendolyn Tan Huiling invited the basketball girls to her chalet for her 21st birthday and it was a blast!

But I shall not show any pictures because all which has my face are ugly. And of me doing stuff that are quite embarrassing to say.

Anyway, the first night we had a barberque with all of Gwen's family and friends so there were tonnes of people. The basketball girls started playing INDIAN poker with Jasmine's FHM poker cards and it was so funny.

Imagine everyone around u sticking a card on her forehead. The person cannot see her card but can see everybody else's. The person can choose to change her card once, and the person with the smallest card must drink up- except for Charlene Su because she had to drive.

At one point, Gwen's dad saw my card and commented "Wah, so sexy." (because the cards are pictures of women wearing little/or none in suggestive/sexy poses) And so I refused to change it. Turns out it was the smallest card!!! And I thought the less they wore the bigger they were.

After all that, those who were staying overnight went to Fisherman's Village just to chill. Definately was chilly.

Some crazy guys who sat at the table next to us took of their tee shirts and crawled into the dark waters beside Fisherman's Village. CRAZY. I should have proceeded to raise my index finger and put it to near my head, then spin it 3 times.

While there, we talked about a lot of issues and things. And I guess out of all those, I guess I learn quite a lot about life and its complications.

Then it was off to bed.

I slept in this teeny-weeny space between Jasmine (She had a full bed to herself) and Leanne (or as a fellow referee calls her "Lean-ni"). Leanne was beside Gwen, who was beside Grace. Let's just say someone had a little trouble sleeping because she was suay enough to sleep beside someone else.

Next Entry: We go Escape the next day! And Gwen plays Indian Poker in the middle of the night with me and Renee without knowing why! Stay tuned.

White Lie

I watch tv (well frankly who doesn't?) and one day, while I was watching tv while digging my ear with the ear digger (if you think this is disgusting my sis shaves her legs while watching tv) it suddenly hit me that more and more whitening products are being advertised.

Now I know that Snow White is fair and beautiful (Hence the name Snow White, DUH), Ang Mo stars are fair and gorgeous, Zhang Ziyi is fair and can now speak english, but Micheal Jackson is totally white and absolutely ghastly.

So what's with the whitening obsession man?

I think that having a dark complexion is really a sign of being healthy. It means that you've been out in the sun, rather than sit in an office cubicle all day checking your email. And I think, I think no one would like to do the latter.

And so I question again, what's with the whitening obsession?

I remember fondly, that in Secondary 3, Mr Lim Qunbao the resident school joker bestowed Fanny Lim the name of "Miss Nigeria" because she was very dark. So dark that we "couldn't see her in a darkened room unless she smiles". See, dark people can be beautiful too!

And anyway, WHITE is always associated with CANCER. IF you ever see a pale face wearing those big big hats, you'll think "Hmmm, tio cancer issit?"

But oh well, I'm stereotyping.

And those commercials do it too. White = Beautiful? That's just RACISM la. If we think about it, I guess there's a little racism in this obsession. In the past whites were considered superior to the blacks, if my History lessons were correct. Maybe that was what started the obsession. Or it's just us trying to be more ANG MO.

Luckily, to balance it out, there are people who are obsessed with TANNING too. Fake tans are also selling like hot cakes.

My conclusion? The sun is everywhere. You can run, white fellow, but you can't HIDE.

Step in GUESS shop.
See friend buy GUESS bag, so ex
In Shock.

Hey! That's my very own haiku to describe what happened to me on Tuesday evening.

The Steamboat Trek

Yesterday night, I joined Ruiyi,Gwen, Jocelyn, Huili, Grace, Jasmine, Renee and Yuen Xin for a little steamboat dinner at Marina Bay.

It was a nice little dinner, but it was also my second time eating there, so I'm like a mountain tortise.

At first Ruiyi asked me to get cooked food, so I went. I saw that a queue has formed, and so duly went to queue up behind. There was this auntie behind me who kept shoving and pushing. So I decided not to move at all. Dunno why that auntie so kiasu, as if will starve to death if she doesn't push me.

After a lo-ong time, I realised that the queue was for the SATAY, not the cooked food. And since I was in the STUPIDCUMFRIGGINCUMIDIOTIC queue for SODAMNFRIGGING long, I decided to "pretend" I was queueing for satay. So Gwen came over and asked me "Why so long?" so I said "Waiting for satay."

Smart?

Don't answer me. Don't patronise me either.

After that, we started eating, and eating, and eating and talking and more eating. Actually I think I ate quite a lot.

Then we walked from Marina Bay to Marina Square via a not so-short-and not very smooth either short cut. Amidst cries of "ZHANG LANG" and screaming, we trekked through an uneven field, then to a path, then to sandy land (where Huili panicked) and then to some wheat field-lookalike and finally atop Nicole Highway( I think)






Nice isn't it? City lights, scenic bridge, tall buildings. All such a far cry from the shuddering screams from Huili and Co.




And that's me before I get hit by a car!
Just Kidding!




All are snapping away with their camera phones while Jocelyn looks on with envy cos her phone do not have a camera. Ha.




Gwen snaps the Esplanade as Jocelyn looks on-again.




Jasmine taking the ______ (insert prettiest building in Shenton Way)



The steamboat was fun, so was the "exercise" after the steamboat. We should do this more often.

THE ART OF BOOK THROWING

After years of keeping my old books, I decided to do the ultimate after recieving my A level results.



STEP 1 : Stack 'em up.




Check this out. SEC 3 Social Studies!




STEP 2: DUSTBIN READY



STEP 3: OPEN UP.





STEP 4: SAYONARA!



STEP 5: AND Close.

LIFE IN MY FAST LANE

Today, I would like to discuss about the No. 1 Singaporean obsession- CARS, which is quite ironic because Singapore is just a very tiny island.

Everyone starts with 2 cars with them. One is called the "left" car and one is the "right" car. Some people may have extra- they have a big car cheng. We use them to walk here and there.

Haha.

Just trying to milk some laughs out of you, but i don't think it's really working.

Anyway, I have recently signed up for my BASIC THEORY test which will commence on 30th March 2006. Friends have told me to only study for it 2 days before the test, which I guess I will. My guess is it's not so hard that you have to study vigorously for it, but you still have to memorise some facts and signs. (And I had one friend who failed hers cos she didn't study at all for it- ha ha.)

So now, I'm really quite attentive on the roads now, looking at car lanes and trying to decipher what they mean- double yellow lines, single white lines, broken white lines, zig zag lines and the list goes on. I've also paid quite some attention to the different cars on the road.

Here are my reactions to some of the cars I saw.

1."Eee... lau pok car"

2."Wah! Porche! Ee... old man driving"

3."Wah! Porche! Wah! Young man driving- eee, must have rich old father"

I think the most classical car I have ever seen in my life was the one with the motorbike attached to it. The car was nothing but an open carraige usually used for transporting heavy things by the motorcyclist. In my younger days, I would see one such "car" outside my grandma's flat, and I would imagine myself being the passenger aboard. Wah... adventure man.

As a child, I had the luck to be in many cars because my dad was sort of a car bitch*. He would change cars every few years during my adolescent years, from a red Toyota to a red Honda to a big family car to a funny looking car with a big butt until he finally got a white Merc. However, he promptly changed to a blue Merc when white Merc taxis became all the rage.

*a car bitch is one who would change cars like nobody's business the way we change underwear.

But I do not quite like the long saloon cars. I'd rather like the ones which are high, or compact. They give a sense of cosiness and warmth. Guess I don't like backseat action. Hah!

Being in a car is one thing, and driving it is another. I have this notion that I might become a road hog, because there was this time where I played the Kiddy Go-Cart in Escape theme park and everyone else overtook me even though I was the first to go. And the Kiddy Go Cart had SUCH a small lane it's virtually impossible to overtake the person in front of you!

Oh well, hope I pass my driving test in a few months time.

PLEASE IGNORE LAST ENTRY!

To think I had myself convinced that I was on my way to a shoestring budget for the rest of my life (Or these few months). After writing such a long entry to "psycho" myself that saving up is good, I went ahead and splurged on tees and a pair of slippers today.

Total amount spent today was $66.75. WAH!

But okay lah, not a lot. And I really liked what I bought. So hurrah!

DAYLIGHT SAVING TIME

I had my first job a few months ago, and I quitted to make time for a project. Hence, I no longer have a steady income and I require weekly allowances to keep me afloat.

Now, for that few months I held a job, I saved quite a bit. It was supposed to be my "travel" money because I plan to travel abroad either with friends or with relatives. However, because I go out daily now, I have to tap into that money when I become cash-strapped.

HAI!

Imagine my surprise when a regular visit to the ATM showed that my balance has dwindled to 80% of what I had. (For security reasons, don't want to tell you how much i got. Na na ni bu bu) Oh, heartache! Please let the rain pour down and thunder roar, and the lightning strike the background while I kneel in horror and anguish at the thought of the measly sum I have in my bank account.

Yes indeed, when it comes to money matters, it is definately APPROPRIATE to be such a drama queen.

Soon it will trickle down to 70%, then 60% then... ZILCH!

And Deanna will become a lousy qiong guang dan. (Direct translation : Poor shiny egg)

I am, believe it or not, trying to save as hard as I can. Even Stephanie Tay Wan Ling the resident nick-name giver and my friend of 4 years has exclaimed to me that she is "VERY SHOCKED" when I told her I would like to walk home from Bishan Junction 8 because I can save $0.64 on the bus fare. Or when I calculate my expenses for the day. Or when I ponder whether to buy something because it is fairly expensive. Miss Stephanie Tay would cry out, "Oh my god! You've changed so much!"

You see, I used to spend $300 per month on food, comics and all rubbish without batting an eyelid.

Now, $300 a lot of money leh! Cannot anyhow okay.

How I wish I could be like my peers, spending without a care. Like Ms Sivalingam, who pays bills with a card that looks like the "but there's only enough money for one bird"Credit Card. Like Hwee Teng who would buy what she loves without (or with little, well sometimes a lot of) hesitation.

But I can't. I just can't. One of the reasons would be my fashion sense. I don't have any.

Hence I cannot buy as I please because somehow, I have eyes for ugly goods. Just the other day, I got myself a pair of slip-ons which when my big sister saw says it looked "like a giant highlighter". And because of that, I'll never wear it- ever.

What a waste of money huh?

And so I can't spend without a care.

But saving is good. Savings are like your insurance. They protect your ass because you know you'll be that stupid to burn them in future.

Please do not tempt me. I need to save.

One Week's Notice

On Tuesday, Gwen, Grace, Jasmine and I went to visit Yuen at the hospital. We slept on her bed and watched her TV! Ha. And I think we talked quite loud in there. But all the better to relieve Yuen of her boredom. YUEN! Get well soon!

On Wednesday, results day. Don't wanna say anything about it.

On Thursday, SLACK DAY.

On Friday, it's SHOPPING DAY with Charlene Su. Bought a crumpler bag for Miss Su because of her birthday and she treated me to dinner and drinks at TIMBRE because of my results.

Today, it's MOVIE DAY with Zi Xiang and Charlene Sivalingam. Talked and talked about life in the Army. Can say that I'm enlightened.

MOVIE REVIEW TIME

Title: THE PINK PANTHER
REASON FOR WATCHING: Recommanded by friends who told me "it was damn funny"

The movie wasn't about the cartoon character, Mr Pink Panther himself, but of a murder mystery set in Paris. The protagonist was a Mr Jake Clouso (Pardon the spelling if it's wrong) who was sent to investigate the murder of a soccer coach and the disappearence of a diamond called "The Pink Panther" owned by the coach. However, he was actually just a pawn in the Chief Inspector's plot to win the "Medal Of Honour." Because of his stupidity, hilarity ensues as Clouso gets closer and closer to the truth.

Well, the premises for the movie sounds promising enough, but the laughs were cheap thrills. So cheap that you feel like banging your head into the person beside you in the cinema. All gags could muster out giggling from audiences but there were no Roll-over-floor-laughing kinds of gags. Halfway through the movie, I almost fell asleep. Trust me, the degree of "cock-ness" (as my friend calls it) is as high as a spaceship in orbit. Steve Martin's faux French accent especially puts me off as he "Sank you" (Thank you) and "Damburger" (Hamburger) his way through.

I say, give me Johnny English anytime.