Us on the beach tram. No one can see this, but Stephy and Chicky are sitting on our legs!




Andrea and her one slipper. (the other dropped off while on the ride)




SQ and Stephy.




Amidst such dirty seawater, it's a miracle we can muster up smiles.



We're feelin' hot!

SUNTAN SUCESS!

This is my 2nd attempt venturing into Sentosa and I succeeded. Thank you, Sun.

Ho Shi Qi must be turning around and watching her newly red arms and legs in the mirror now. Andrea, GekEng and me should be getting prepared to peel our skins any day now- and Stephanie has become 0.001% darker.

Hurray!

And we played the CHAIR LIFT at Sentosa, but it was $5 per return trip per person. Not very worthwhile, but it was the cheapest ride so being the cash-strapped that we were, it was the only ride we wanted to go on. AND MS ANDREA ZHANG's SLIPPER FELL OFF WHILE ON THE CHAIR LIFT!hahahahaha....

Luckily, the person-in-charge helped to retrieve her slipper.

And so it was a nice day, with the sun, sea and sand by our side. We lay on the towel and just bathed in the sun. And they discovered my flat stomach can actually fold itself into 3 layers. All were fascinated. Har.

How To Be Good

I am caught in a compromising situation between my mother and my freedom. And it is unsettling and disturbing. I hate it. I totally hate it.

Just let me hit the wall now.

Subconscious Loner

I tend to shut down my brains at times.
I find SMS-ing kinda a drag, especially continual chain messages to and fro.
I like to sit and stare.
I am my own subconscious loner.

Whirlwind.

Nothing better to describe today, and a little bit of yesterday as whirlwind.

Yesterday, on a whim (and a seemingly desperate phonecall) I went over to accompany Charlene as she worked till closing time at a cafe at Raffles Place. Dinnertime earnings of that cafe was $4.50+++, all thanks to my orange vanilla milkshake which turned out to be the only order at dinnertime- which makes me the only customer there yesterday NIGHT.

Today's schedule was fully packed. Morning test. Afternoon referee. Night watch show-Singapore Idol by the way.

Tomorrow's worse. Interview and test in the morning, which Hwee Teng went through and told me was "A KILLER". I hope I can keep my head up after the interview. My motto for this interview is, "Give me crap, I give 'em back". It means if they try to keep drilling me, I will keep crapping and crapping. It's an innate talent of mine, and I will use it.

Well, some parting shots.




Taa daa. Me and Qunbao inside the Mediacorp reception area after the show. (BTW, no one will get to see me because I sat on the extreme right and the stupid camera couldn't pan and see my face, so sad I dressed nice nice for nothing)



The 4 of us- Steph, Me, Minghui and Qunbao. We got tickets because QB is friends with one contestant- Milly. And I saw Pamela while over there. I told Steph that we should vote for Milly so that we can keep coming back to watch the show! Haha.



Met up with these two for lunch today @ Subway. They were photowhore-ny, as always.




And to end off this post, a shot of numbers, breasts and No. 6's sportsbra playing peek-a-boo with us.

even the wrong words seem to rhyme.

I'm so busy over nothing this week. No matches to referee, but loads of hanging around with friends. I really need to get a routine for productive work soon. Could try my hand at writing a sophisticated piece of work, or picking up the pencil. I guess the first thing I need to stop doing is to keep blogging too frequently. Should insert some mystery into my life huh? But I just can't help it! I'm a dick, I'm addicted to you sweet blogging device. I think it's my keyboard. Sweet mother of keyboard releases endorphines with each letter that I press lightly. Maniac? Maniac.

Random thought: Ginseng Chicken Broth, we are not meant to be.

Ok, tomorrow will be my second attempt at passing my Basic Theory test. Pass passing passed.

Watched too much Simpsons. All thoughts are jumbled up like Homer Simpson. Cute Homer.

D'oh.

I hope stupidity is not hA-redie-Tery.

I have to tell the whole world this. I don't need to, but I HAVE to. Because I am obliged to provide spills on my life with my family. (Title of blog is Tales of Divine Sisterhood.) And since the 2nd last entry about my lil' sis spurred such a response from friends (some said they would have slap her), I decided why not again, let history repeat herself. So let this tale of unfortunate stupidity begins...

It was afternoon, me and Disa (big sister) were in our room lazing and talking when she asked me to look into something. Disa pointed to a plastic bag and said "Look inside."

I see that something is inside the plastic bag, but didn't know what it was. "Why leh?" I asked curiously.

"Just go and look."

The plastic bag was atop a pile of books on the study table- Petrina's (small sis and main character of today's events) side of the table. She was well known, in our family anyway, to be the least hygienic. Many a time Disa and I have screamed at the top of our lungs to ask her to bathe, or to throw her litter that she put by her bed. A few days ago, Auntie Noliah (my family's part time housekeeper) asked me to throw a soiled underwear into the laundry basket. The underwear, with its hello kitty prints were unmistakenly Petrina's.

Hence, I know that whatever that was inside the plastic bag, it won't be a pretty sight. And I was right.

As I peered into the plastic bag, I saw a RAIN-SOAKED FOLDED UMBRELLA. The icing on the cake soon came. "It's been there since last FRIDAY!" Disa said. "She didn't put it out to dry since LAST FRIDAY leh!"

Okay. Done. I made a mental note to remind her to put out the umbrella when she comes home from school.

Evening soon came. So after she had her afternoon nap and was preparing to bathe( yes i know, shocker), I aked her to put out the umbrella. "Later la, later la" she said and she hurried into the toilet. I had already put my clothes into the toilet and was supposed to bathed first but she "cut my queue". However, she forgot her towel and she had no choice but to come out the toilet to take them. During that time, I rushed to the toilet and claimed it as mine.

So after I've showered, I went back into my room to watch TV. After about 10mins, I heard her shouting. "DEANNA! DEANNA! DEANNA!" She screamed. I did a mental check. She may be shouting because she 1) forgot to take something, 2) just want to bother me. It couldn't be 1) because I saw her bra and panties and pajamas on the towel rack, and she had to take her towel because she forgot the first time round. So it must be 2).

I ignored her calls.

Until I couldn't take it. Her screams were like crows being tortured. "DEANNATAN!OIE!DEANNA!"

I went over and asked "WHAT!" Fuming, she said "NEVERMINDLAH.NEXTTIMEYOUFORGETTOTAKETHINGIWONTHELPYOUTAKE"
My mum had apparently gave her what she forgot to take in. And she had forgotten to the the towel.

"WHAT? How can you forget to take the towel when just now you had to go and take the towel cos you forget it the first time round?" I asked.

"@#$%$#%#&$*&(*%&^%#@%^^"

Bookends

I've picked up a book entitled "The Time Traveller's Wife" last Thursday and have just finished reading it. Before I picked it up, I had the impression that it was some sci-fi advanture book with a hero protangist who beds the damsel in distress and then marries her. Imagine my surprise when the synopsis says "This is the extraordinary love story of Clare and Henry." A love story? A time travelling love story?

The book was about Henry, a guy who has the ability, or "curse" to time travel unwillingly. He could be reading a book by his front porch, then suddenly disappear into another time- buck naked. So he has to steal, beg or borrow people's clothes and money while in another time because he doesn't get to take anything with him. One day, this girl Clare saw him where he was working and shouted "Henry!" like she knew him from a long time ago. It turns out that he time-travelled when he was older into her past. Much of his time travelling future, he was in the girl's past. They fell in love and got married.

This story focused on their complicated relationship; that both experience each other's presence, but in different times. It switches rapidly between dates and time, but I didn't get confused at all. It is a very nice book, and the ending was what the story was all about. It was very touching at the end.

So now, I'm feeling quite empty after devouring this book. I should go get another book to read.

I don't want to fall to pieces.

My juniors ended their A Division journey today with a loss to MJC. It was a shock loss, as all of us were confident they would take it to the second round. They got into foul trouble, and the top 3 players of SR were fouled out by the forth quarter.

In the end, they fell 32-38. All cried after the game. It wasn't meant to be.

They told me they feel so empty now. No more trainings, no more basketball. I can relate to that. I guess what they can do now is focus on their studies, especially GAO FEI.

After the match, Yuen Xin left to go to school while eileen went home. I wanted to go home as well, and I took the school bus with the girls. All sat behind, crying silently.

I still can't believe it too.

My juniors are facing a crucial match tomorrow, but I'm sure they'll tide over well. Revenge is sweet. So kill 'em, guys! I hope they play their best and do Miss Rivera proud.

Who am I kidding? They definately will. :)

Currently squeezing time to scan pictures of shoes before my mum comes home with breakfast.

Ok. Here's asking a question to test on your EQ.

If you see a man- fully grown 1.7m man who stands beside you in Orchard road, wearing a facial mask *pa* slapped on his face gloriously and for all to see, what will you do?

1) Laugh
2) Laugh somemore
3) Laugh for 3minutes straight.
4) All of the above.

Well, it happened to me, and I picked Option 4. It isn't really about choice though, my mind just won't stop laughing at the slapstick that was bestowed upon me at a tiny traffic junction at Orchard road. SQ, you would have ROARED and rolled over with laughter if you were there.
I think QB will too, and i bet there'd be echos of laughter.

Lucky for me, my past and present life involves laughing a lot. At embarrassing situations, at witty-one liners, at cold jokes, at people. I don't know why, it may be low resistance to "attitude-ism" but I always smile. You smile, I smile. You get angry, I find your expression cute, I smile. You tell me your trouble, I analyse it for you, I smile. I get angry, but you coax me, I smile.

*The you is general. It could be anyone I know, unfortunately I have no specific "you"- YET.

Oh, and I made the SMU interviewer laugh out when they asked me "Do you know what an auditor does?" and I went "oh yes, my mum complains about them a lot".

Score!

Sometimes, I may be walking down the street while thinking about the past. Full of moments which make me snigger and look like some "siao" person smiling away. Heeheehahahoho.

Funniest hotmail address? wlj_hehehe @hotmail. com
Funniest nickname? Xao Ba Tou!
Funniest MTV- SQ standing on the hills singing with Fei Yu Qing
Funniest Basketball incident? So many- diving, dislocating jaw, bleeding nose etc
Funniest people? *You, who make my life full of joy and laughter.

*Again, "you" sadly does not refer to any specific person.

With Great Power comes Great Responsibility

I was supposed to be home by 4pm, and I reached home at 9.15pm.

Uh-oh.

My parents were going to Chen Weilian's concert (Yes, I know you are not surprised, Charlene Sivalingam) and only my lil sis and brother were at home. So I was handed the utmost important task of, as quoted by my mother "taking care of the two small ones and help me fold clothes also". I also thought I would be home by 4pm, but I was lured by peer pressure to go "walk walk a bit". So I went, thinking that the young-ens at home could take care of themselves. Well, since one is in Sec one and the other in Sec two, they are pretty much self-sufficient.

However, my lil' sis thought that I would be home soon, and was very worried when I didn't return her call. The second time she called, it was nearly 9pm. I knew I would be dead meat if my mother finds out. So I did what anyone else would have done- resort to bribery.

I told my lil' sis I would give her ten bucks to keep mum. As for my brother, he's my achilles heel because we don't talk anymore. And right now, my parents arn't home yet, so I do not know whether he will out me or not.

Well, the point is not whether I am outed or not. (I cover my tracks pretty well- already folded the clothes. Just hope that my freshly bathed hair does not sell me out.) The point is, my lil sis told me that she would not take my $10. She says she will not sell me out, and will not take my $10.

This is a major surprise to me, considering she's the one who always pestering us to buy things for her and she's also the one who saves a lot of money. Wow, this girl has principles. She even gave me a mini-lecture on Responsibility. Finally, I see maturity in her.

Right now, wish me luck as i try to wriggle out of being irresponsible by coming home later and telling major white lies along the way.

Seoul Garden Eating Feast

I met up with Gekeng, Andrea and Stephanie (who was unglamorous late) for dinner after my refereeing stint at SBC. We chose to eat Seoul Garden because we haven't had it in a while- and I was very hungry too.

Amidst the oil-splatting, burnt cooking and oil scooping, we talked about beauty and love. It was engaging and lively, and the banter between me and Stephanie continues throughout the cookout. However, this time, she's the one who is eating so much more and I'm the one who raises her hand and concede defeat after only 2 rounds. Need to maintain my sad 28-inch waist.

We did comparisons, analysis and still can't find out the answer to one very weird question. Oh well, we'll know soon enough, won't we?

SRJC girls lost to NYJC by 5points during A division. But I believe they have the guts to fight back and get into the second round.

It ain't over till my guitar sings

Twang!

In two months time I would be learning the fundementals of the guitar. Qunbao said two months, and I'll hold you to that hor. So now I guess I gotta save up for a guitar then. And the expert on acoustic guitars is.... ChowLinYing. So Miss Smelly, please come and advise me on how to buy a guitar and make sure no one rips this sua ku off, or sell me a lan one k, thank you.

(See, LinYing, I called you Smelly but I also said PLEASE. So by default you must help me.)

Yes, in a few months time, I shall be a-little-musically inclined. And with my guitar buddy, Qunbao we shall try to conquer the guitar together! This time, he better not touch faces with oily fingers. (the oil was from the chicken he ate)

Onward!

Thunder and Lightning Arn't So Frightening

In recent times (yesterday and today) I found myself having terrible mood swings. Like some pendulum of sorts. I am happy one moment, and the next I find myself staring at the floor aimlessly. This phenomenon is scary- it makes me wanna bang my head on the wall, then laugh at the imprints of my head on the wall.

My thoughts are aimless, I am but a soul sucked into emptyness. And I hate that. Maybe because now I'm trying to change- becoming less oblivious to my surroundings, listening to what others is saying, projecting a better self-image. But somehow, a hole is boring inside of me, like a drill sinking at 100km/h.

I had a dream last night. Wasn't very pleasant in my eyes. First I saw this person A, whom I had quite a crush on in my junior college years. I saw him there, and I went up to talk to him. He talked to me a little, and then suddenly, his girlfriend appeared. From there, he lost interest in my talking. I tried to ask him questions, but he just gave me curt answers and went off to find his girlfriend. I felt awkward, but I just wanted to keep talking to him, so I kept chasing and asking and chasing and asking.

Then I woke up. It seemed so real. I could taste my sadness in that dream. But I was happy to know it was only a dream.

I stoned today for a couple of times. Someone just said one sentence, and my mood got affected for a while. Then I recovered. I then asked myself, "Am I that sensitive?" Even so, my sensitivity doesn't show, so why does it matter?

I guess I try too hard to be some goody-two-shoes. No one is perfect, and I know that perfectly (pardon the pun) well. I just gotta let go and stand one one side now. The fence hurt me.

Happy thoughts should counter the moody words above.

Think happy thoughts:
Maths tutorial, where Charlene and I will just talk and talk the whole tutorial away. Miss those days.
1. SR Canteen auntie, where we can talk cock to while ordering our tom yum.
2. PHS tuesdays, where me, LinYing and YiJia would RUN out of our classes during recess so we can get in queue for laksa
3. PHS toilet breaks, where SQ and gang would slowly stroll to the farthest toilet in school- and we don't even have the urge to pee!
4. MRT rides with Stephanie Tay and Jason. Nice 5 mins bantering from bishan to yio chu kang over an array of subjects, eg Arse-nal verses Manchester United, or her freaky legs.
5. Habitual beatings of chest area with Ms Wong while Gwennie looks on with lecher-like eyes (kidding! About the lecher-like eyes. It's her twitchy eyebrows)
6. Malaysian Trip 2004 & 2005. One has a scene which may I say, put Tammy from NYP to shame (heh, I'm over-exagerrating) and another has Gao Fei in a cupboard with burning candles.
7. Eating potatoe chips in class
8. Laughing at my Economics teacher.
9. Watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S- The one with Phoebe's Uterus, cos that's when Rachael and Monica switch apartments with Joey and Chandler
10. Recieving a letter all the way from the USA from my banana 1, SHAZ
11. Chandler Bing
12. Sending Yuen Xin 10 messages in one day.
13. And the most important thing that I have to be happy about : I have a complete family. Even if I scream at them sometimes, even if they disagree with my ideas, they let me be.

An emotional roller-coaster I would say.
I'll stone a little, but I'll recover.

i've been chain-mailed by chow linying.

So here's 7 qualities in a guy that I am required to type out.

1. Must not frequent Changi Village. I don't want my guy to like aqua-sightseeing. Feels weird and disgusting.

2. Must be non-smoker. I'd rather he spend money on me. Making me happy is more meaningful than sucking air through an exhaust pipe.

3. Must not be wishy washy. You think I want to communicate with two of me??

4. Must like sports. Ah, hunky surfer dudes are welcome.

5. Must not tell me whether he is bi-sexual or not, cos that is just plain creepy.

6. Must be principles-loving, non-mummy's boy. Now that is an oxymoron.

7. Must be able to laugh at my coldest, lamest jokes to make me satisfied. Now that's a criteria where most guys fail. Haiz.

Disclaimer: Please take this with a pinch of salt, because frankly, I've not much to ask for.

this is the shocking picture I wanna show all- Just to get back at HSQ for drawing stuff on my long hands. Hah!


HERE ARE HIGHLIGHTS OF MY "SENTOSA" TRIP!

Summary

Me and ShiQi imagining ourselves after showering



SQ and her "aladdin's carpet" towel. (Leanne, she's the one who talked to you on the phone after KBOX. Can tell that she's a bit kuku right?)




















After the whole thing, they (plus stephanie) came over to my house for some slacking.

This is my 400th entry.

And come to think of it, I've been blogging for 2 years now. I didn't think it would last this long, but hey, I've been proven wrong. So for this entry, I shall put up something SPECIAL!

(ok, trying to put it up but there's something wrong, shall put it up later...)

Anyway, this blog has come a long way. I could still remember the first skin I had- it was of Narusegawa of the comic Love Hina on the swing with a nice melody. And this guy called Rizal tagged once or twice too! (:D) The 2nd skin I had was of Avril Lavigne (yeap, her...) but it was too common, so it made way to a skateboard-themed skin. But soon, I got bored of it and from then, it was my "FANTASY WORLD" skin which lasted the loooongest. And now this nice one.

It's just so nice reading my previous entries. Like a trip through time. It chronicles how i got to know the bballers, and got so close to them. Haha. Such a warm feeling. And it serves as a good communicator to my Secondary school friends who are all the way in Yishun JC, telling them what is happening in my life.

Oh well, I can't seem to put the pictures up. Shall try again. This has been my 400th entry. Cheers and many more to come!

Running in front of a car makes you tired. Running behind a car makes you exhausted.

Getting the "haha" out of it yet? That's what describes my entire two days ago- exhausted. Let's see. A quiet morning at home, followed by a refereeing job at CCAB, then a rush to meet insurance agent, after that a dash to KBOX-ing with fellow referees, and supper cum aqua-sightseeing at Changi Village, a 5 hour sleep then morning movie and trip to sentosa turned into KSTER-ing and finally home.

Now to take it slow.

The meeting with the insurance agent was to introduce to him my friends who had shown an interest in the saving scheme I just joined. (Not to mention, he was kinda cute too) He talked a WHOLE lot, but I had to go because it was time to go KBOX-ing with referees.

There were only 4 females and the rest were guys. Some crazy girl (and I shall say who: Leanne Wong) went to request all the Jay Chou songs there were in the system. In the end, me and Gwen sang all the Jay Chou songs that we knew, and the rest were "ejected". And the crazy girl? She sang one line. "Shi ying wei wo tai ai ne" of the song An Jing with all the mikes shoved into her face. Hee. The rest sang other songs, some which I have heard and some which I have never heard. After that, we decided to go Changi Village for dinner/supper. Aqua-sightseeing I tell you! Pretty people wearing short skirts and heavy make up were all littered over the carpark. Reality check into the realm of fantasy, I say.

I slept only five hours because I had a morning movie to catch with Gwen, Grace, Yuen and Leanne. The movie was called "The Climb" and I thought, well it was not bad at all. I had to hold back tears when the other guy died and he cried.

Finally, it was off to Sentosa, or so I thought. I met up with ShiQi, GekEng and Andrea, all ready for some suntanning. We even walked around HarbourFront Centre and bought all sorts of tidbits, snacks, food. From Shilin Chicken, its Mee Sua, to Macdonald's fries and nuggets, and Pringles Potatoe chips we got so much food and were ready to go into Sentosa.

While walking to the queue to the bus to Sentosa, it rained. In the queue to the bus to Sentosa, it rained- even harder. More than cats and dogs, it almost rained tigers and dragons! In the end, we turned around and went to Chinatown instead to sing karaoke.

Yea yea, two karaoke sessions in 2 days. And I thought I could take my beach towel, toss it out on the sandy beach and lie there the whole afternoon. In the end, I did take out my beach towel, but it was in the enclosed, dark room where we sang songs in our singlets, short shorts and flip flops. Pathetic? There's still HoShiQi and her antics with her "aladdin's carpet" towel.

After that we headed home-my home that is. Stephanie came along too, and we sat and slacked for a while before it's time to disperse. So now, my eyelids are droopy and I am about to go to sleep.

(opps! I forgot why gwen is so happy on thursday.. hah! What kind of bb junior am I? Oh well, as long as she's happy, whahaha)

It's 11.30am and I'm still at home, enjoying my extended holiday.

Right now, all I'm thinking is, how the hell did 30mins seem so long during my econs lecture and seem so short right now?

It's all about the crowd I guess.

Recently, my life has become some routine. Wake up, brush teeth and then fold clothes or vacuum floor. It's necessary that I do some housework to please my mother because she may use the excuse that I am "lazy" to not let me go out. (Oh freedom, where art thou?) Then in the afternoon, I would get out and go to some basketball court venue to start my job. Sometimes clementi, sometimes Singapore Basketball Centre @ aljunied and sometimes CCAB @ bukit timah.

Refereeing is something that I could say I enjoy. More so than the previous job I held at my dad's company. (Serene/ Kai Shian/, you guys made my day go faster and broke the monotony of office work- Thanks) I love it when there is a fast break, (that's when a player gets the ball and starts dribbling fast towards her/his goal with almost everyone behind) I could run so fast. Especially for guys' matches- they run so freaking fast! I loved to sprint, to break away and refereeing allows me to do that. Even when I am the trail referee, I still make it a point to chase (well, unless I am very tired)

Even so, I still make mistakes here and there, I am still a bit lag too. A player commits a violation, and I only called it 1 or 2 seconds later. In the referee's handbook, at the very last page, it says "No one is perfect." We are, after all humans too.

Anyway, I'll be officiating A Division matches. Yay! I see it as something challenging, and I hope that I would be up to it.

But the drawback of refereeing is, the more i referee matches, the more I want to play basketball. And it's funny how this come to be. After Sec 4 I was actually kinda tired of basketball. But then, the passion's back. I may be the most average player ever, but I'll still play. I'll still definately play.

Passion keeps me going, and I hope that what keeps you going too, charlene.

nice nice nice??

Movin' House

Gwen and I went to help Ms Rivera move house. And this is what we did.



Yes, while moving house, we played around with her rubbish bags and bamboo sticks.
Doesn't Gwen looks like Santa Claus with that rubbish bag that contains Ms R's stuff? And a Devil with that bamboo stick?

Anyway, we moved things from the 2nd floor to the first floor, and it took us about say, a million trips. (It really did felt like that)

But we got *free* chicken rice dinner in return, with added ingredients too!

And I think we got fitter too! Free workout!

The entry about my sister got deleted!

It seems that i have to change my BLOG title. I finished a blog entry on my sisters, which is what this blog is supposed to be about, but it got deleted accidentally. Just wasn't meant to be!

Or some computer geek must really hate my sisters- And I shall believe that.

LETTING OUT STEAM

Let out a bit of steam while going workplace visiting today, with tips from Pamela, Lijun and Hwee Teng about IMAGE.

Image- I need one. Seriously.

And, I will be critical today. Read this one blog, which belongs to some long lost friend of mine, and all it says is "met up with dear today.. bought this blah blah blah... then ate blah blah blah. Yesterday, i went blah blah blah... bought blah blah blah... ate blah blah blah." Every entry has the same fricking format.

Can someone hit the snooze button already?

Tsk tsk. If it weren't for the irritating fact that friendster keep sending emails that the person has updated her blog, and if I weren't so bored yesterday, I wouldn't, for a millisecond click on the link to view the person's blog. Ohmygodsoboring/ Ohmygodcan'tyouwriteacompletesentancetoo?

Sorry but can't help judging. Foul mood, foul mood. Must be the prelude to the 3 letter syndrome that all girls dread.

Then after workplace visiting I went to Orchard to eat Subway with ShiQi, Gek Eng, Andrea and Stephanie. There, we poured out our past loves, crushes and present. Kinda nice to relate how I got *his* number with the help of the basketball girls, even though I didn't do anything much with it.

Nice, sweet love.

And ironically, I wondered if I hadn't been so persistant in ending a 3-day old relationship, maybe I would have gotten some happiness out of it. It's really ironic because I spent the last one and a half years rejoicing over that decision, and today I thought "hmm... maybe..?"

Love is indeed blind, even if it was the other way round for me.

Somehow, talking about the "L" word with friends make me see a lot. Makes me more intelligent. Mai Siao Siao k!

Steam steam steam. Grr! Argh. Ok, today I let off some steam. Done.

Random thought :Want to play basketball more!

denial does us no good, but confession may be worse.

self-delusion may be the best cure of all.

twice I walked down the wrong road. But I always turn around.

Where are you now?

Don't make me walk the wrong way again.

as shaz would say, so random!

In all my recent entries on i only describe events in my blog. But oh so often, I want to say out stuff when i'm sad, angry, pissed, emotional. I restrict myself, and put them in my lil' diary at home where i'll let all emotions flow and all secrets out. Because I want you to share my joy. My tears, my pain, I'll try to bear it all.

ceasefire!

Had a nice long dinner with Leanne last night, and talked about a lot of stuff. It's been a long while since I sat and talked one-on-one with another person. And it was fun, spontanous and comfortable.

And SO DRAMA!

Well, it wasn't us that were being dramatic, but there were 2 men and 1 woman at TCC. Leanne and I were enjoying dinner in our plush red chairs, when suddenly there were voices raised. After the while the woman walked out, and a man followed. He confronted her, but she walked away. Then...

HE PULLED HER HAIR!

In the middle of Citylink mall, in front of customers of TCC, in front of the crowd passing by, the freak pulled her hair!

Well, I immediately responded the chinese way.

"Ohmygod! He SIAO AH?!"

But who am I to say? I was just enjoying the dramedy that was unfolding before me and company's eyes. Just like TV.

Well, it's official .Teenagers and young adults have been de-sensitised.

I had my plush couch, a coffee table. Now where's the remote control?

In the end, all just walked away. I can hear the Kelly Clarkson song playing now. "Just walk away... Just walk away...." I can also hear Gwen and gang cum Charlene Liye and gang cum Tan Gek Eng and gang saying together " Stop singing, Deanna!"

Only Qunbao will come and say "Sing! Sing."

But, I digress.

This I must say.
And show off.
I saw Jamie Yeo today at Orchard Road, she was hosting the 2-on-2 tournament that I had joined, but backed out due to an examination.

I saw her walked, and stared at her for a moment. She looked at me too, and I said "Hello!".
She said, "Hey!"

Heyheyheyheyheyheyheyheyheyheyhey.

She said, "Hey!"

Sorry lah, my Jamie Yeo fever still haven't subsided.

(",)

Nice?

A letter to the world

How many bombs did we actually drop
On ourselves
Hiding from everyone else
When the streets are filled with people like you
Made my day
ugly

I can’t barely breathe through all this
Inconsistancy
Like a angel fallen from beneath
We are weak, we are weak

This is a letter to the whole wide world
Dear you,
How can you sleep
I am the comic of my own demeanor
My actions, I crave for freaks
Address is at the front it says
“3rd planet from the sun”
We can do this all day long
Only if you want

This is a letter to the whole wide world
This is a letter to the whole wide world

Bright Lights

I heard you’re leaving town
For the better good of yourself
It’s an attractive sight
All these bright lights
I’ve seen them in magazines
The drugs they say it makes you bleed
The people they won’t let you be
So why are you still leaving me

All these words can’t compare
To the skyscrapers that you’ll see there
My guitar, it’s spoilt and ruined
But it’s still holdin’ a tune for you

You like it, you told me once before
The bright lights are what you’re made of

Listen to the city sleeps tonight
I can’t hardly breathe without you in sight
But you’re gone, into the roads that never end
The bright lights are sucking you in
And I have the feeling you’ll never be quite the same
Again

Without you, within me, I can find no rest
Where I'm going is anybody's guess
- Backstreet Boy's Incomplete

I am at the age where boys finally abandon their adolescent characters and develop themselves into men. And Sinting is finally going into the army on the 9th.

We had a gathering, "farewell" gathering of sorts for him. But of course, he still paid for his own meal (who you calling cheapskate?). All were present except for Hazzely, who is already in the army and can't come out.





Look at the happy faces. That's us.
Except for Hwee Teng (Bottom right corner) who had a bottle smashed right next to her by the lovely waitress serving us. Or should I say the waitress from hell?

But me and Pam waited a great deal for them before we got to eat dinner. Boo. And I was so afraid one of us would succumb to hunger and faint or something. But we kept our spirits up by doing some retail therapy.

Pam would insist on buying an expensive item, and I would say "You siao ah! Don't buy lah, let's go" and promptly pull her out of some fancy shop. Now THAT'S WHAT I CALL RETAIL THERAPY!




Taadaa! Highlights of the night. But wait till I get more pictures from Charlene and use my Photoshop magic.

Who are you now, are you still the same or did you change somehow
What do you do, at this very moment that I think of you
-Backstreet Boy's I Still

WORKPLACE VISITING

Along with a few other (2 to be exact, and they are Ms Wong and Gwen to be more exact) friends, I went to Raffles Place to visit 3 of my friends who are working in that area.

Yes, Raffles Place- the high society where eveyone walks around in power suits and ties, well-pressed shirts and huge egos.

One of my friends, Stephanie Tay was working somewhere in Change Alley while 2 others, Ms Sivalingam (oooh, new braces) and Hwee Teng were waitresses in a cafe at China Square Central.

Armed with only a map, the 3 of us walked through the dense urban jungle to reach the cafe Hwee Teng and Charlene were working at. There, we had lunch. It was great to see Charlene and Hwee Teng, but since they were working, I couldn't really chit chat with them. But it's alright.

It's nice, now that's everyone's working. It seems that we are at some point of our lives where things are the same. Me, I'm busy with refereeing (which, yes I consider it my day job). Pamela is working in a hotel as an admin staff, Lijun a waitress and the guys are Army-ing. We are able to survive on our own hard earned money. And now, money is more precious because we work for it. It's such a nice feeling.

Afterward, it was off to school for Leanne, and Yuen Xin came along to go Workplace visiting with me and Gwen.

Leanne, the tennis-raquet strutting girl pointed her deadly weapon at everyone and anyone. One word -Siam!

Gwen, the "trysexual". (Even though for countless times she has mentioned that caption on her tee that says "trysexual" meant "trying to be sexual" and not a whole new genre of sexuality)

And Yuen, the one who we hoped we are there for when she needs.

Off to find Stephanie Tay, my secondary school friend whom I've shared many a laugh and gossip with.

After combing the whole of change alley's second floor, we finally located her. I only talked to her for a brief moment, and that brief moment consist of her telling me her shop telephone is cute. Now what's that about? Haha...

It was great fun to see them all, and THANK YOU Gwen, Leanne and Yuen for accompanying me!

Work hard guys!

PHOTOSTUDIO GLORY










































These are my creations from waking up too early today and having nothing to do.

Loving a person is always the same
it doesn't matter who
as long as you keep it in your heart
but when you love, maybe....
he will love you too

The Waiting Game

I shall not talk about my "SUAY" day because I may have bored some people with my lo-ong description of the SUAY day.

Now, let's talk about waiting.

It has been estimated that 1 quarter of our lives have been spent waiting. Waiting for buses, cabs, friends, places to open, blah blah. Some people wait for good things, and Jasmine Elizebeth Teo wait for opportunities to hit people's breasts (same as Miss Leanne Wong also, as well as me when i was young). And so you get the idea.

Today, I suffered the fate of waiting- for cabs, for rain to stop and most significantly, for 2 beloved friends who were stuck in a moment of stupidity. Yes, Miss Gwendolyn Tan and Leanne Wong.

I waited for them at Eunos MRT station from 5pm while they wer somewhere in Eunos. Gwen declared that they had gotten on a bus and was on the way. So I took out my discman (yes, the same one which can only listen to radio) and studied my basic theory book (pls let me pass the 2nd time, so malu!) while i waited.

And waited.

And waited.

The good thing about waiting was that somehow, you will notice others who are "suffering" the same fate as you. This guy was sitting directly opposite me, and he too was waiting.

And waiting.

And waiting.

For who, I have no idea. Why? I don't know. But one thing's for sure, he has the same bored, spaced out look as I have as we sat across from each other, waiting for our respective fates to show up.

And how lucky he was a cute young thing that provided me ogling time while I tranversed between rules of traffic (the basic theory book), looking out for two goons (Ms Tan and Wong) and listening to the one hundredth time that Madonna "hung up" on someone.

If he was a lao ah pei...

I do not wish to continue that sentance- because flashes of me reverting to my chest-beating ways are going through my head. And Ms Tan and Wong would not like it at all.

I waited for 45min before I finally made a decision to call the two ____ (Let's not call them idiots, cos they're still my friends). And I found out they have, by no fault of theirs, took the wrong bus. So the venue was changed, we met up at Raffles City instead and they took a cab down.

And I thought they would appear out of nowhere and I would smile, stand up and greet them so the cute guy would be so crushed that my late friends is earlier than his. But nooo. No silent victory this time.

Did I mention they took a cab down? It felt like they took a trishaw.

However, I wasn't very angry at them, because I was the STUPID one. I should have the better ( read: intelligent) sense to go look for them. I'd rather be stuck with them in dire traffic then be stoning alone while watching the world go pass me.

Those photowhores.

Oh well, we had a nice dinner at Billy Bombers, accompanied by 2 of Gwen's friends. So it was a happy ending because I didn't faint from hunger in the end.

My total waiting time for them? ONLY, and I repeat, only 1 hour 30 mins. Thank you.

Greatest April Fool's Day joke ever!

I failed my basic theory test.


Why!? Why!?

Never study.

So sad it's not a joke.

Should i go down on my knees and be over dramatic again?

Nah, shall just go and burn Gwen's basic theory book and drink it!