I"M TELLING! I"M DISHING THE DIRT!

It's time to take out your sticks, clubs, fist, palms and listen to what I have to say about my lil siter. Because, like the last time I dished the dirt on her, I have the feeling that you guys will react in the same way.

Today, that lil sis of mine got into some "teen angst" warp, and she started ranting on and on and on about not having enough attention.

As usual, the entire household ignored her.
(Maybe that's HOW she gets her "teen angst", somehow it's like the "chick and egg" theory, we don't know which comes first- she starts ranting or we ignore her first)

But, that's beside the point.

The most important thing here, is to duplicate what was said by her, word by word and action by action.

She sat by the mirror, combs her hair (THE VAINPOT) and starts. "Nobody cares about me. Papa don't care, mama don't care, Disa don't care. See you also don't care. You only talk to people on MSN, you don't care about me, if me and _____ (insert my friend's name) fall into the water, you will go and rescue ____. You won't care about me."

In my defence, I said, " Well, _______ is fat enough. He can float so I don't need to rescue him."
(And now you know my reason for making that friend anonymous)

She goes on.

"I shall go and join those people who smoke. Or those street gang, or those lesbians and gays. When I become a lesbian then you all know."

Maybe she was dropping a subtle hint about her sexuality?

And then, the unpredictable happened. She started to CRY.

In my mind, I was thinking, "Should I really get mum and dad to pacify her or something? Does she really think mum and dad weren't giving enough attention?" So, I went outside, and asked my mum and dad to pacify her.

Oh well, the old ginger is more, er, gingerly. (Jiang hai shi lao de la- chinese expression). They didn't budge, knowing that it was another one of her antics.

So I got back to the computer, started talking to people on MSN again. But she still kept going on and on and on.

THEN I couldn't hold it anymore, and finally shouted as loud as I could. "WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM!?"

She sits herself near the TV in our room, then looks at me and says "no, I have no problem" nonchalently. She has gone from "angst" to "happy" in a second, blaffling me.

Was it the time of the month again? Mood swings?

But it was too late. She made me shout. And when I shout, I do not shout once. I shout in rows.

So for the next 15 seconds or so, it was my voice that pierced through the night air. Chilling enough, I could hear my own echo.

But it's over now. She's fast asleep at this time (12.32am). Yet again, in her awkward sleeping position, she's flashing me and my big sister again with her BEE DEES underwear.

That's the bane of sharing a room with this looney teenager. Help me.

And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now

And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
'Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am

The remnants of the best thing in Desperate Housewives.

i watched over the hedge. And I will be like some excited idiotic over-enthusiastic maniac and go around to show off that i have watched the movie.

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This is my EYESORE to you, and I love it! Cos Avril Lavigne is in it! Neh neh poo poo.
(well on the bright side, I didn't get to jump on Oprah's couch so, count yourself lucky.)

Sidenote: Remind me again how OLD am I this year? Thanks.

did i hear a little tremble?
or a wee little excitment?
or is it all imaginary, from those desperate times?
Or is it going "thud thud thud thud"?
Not affirmative, and not going to think about. My hopes have gone no lower again.

I was bored one day, and so decided....



To go KBOX.





(This is to entertain my friends who are studying/working or very stressed out by everything. You all better laugh out loud!)

Avril Lavigne has finally master the art of singing live. Oh YES!

A title is but a title, it's weight is in how you much you look into it.

Dispensing words of wisdom or fortune cookie fates have never been my forte, but yet I keep doing it. (See above for evidence) That's because I don't really like going straight to the point as of yet, instead I delve into the sides and poke into other areas before going to the point. In fact, the point is right here, sitting atop of my head, resting comfortably among my eyebrows, if you get what I mean.

So what's my point for saying all these? I don't know yet, but I bet by the end of this entry, I would have figured out. Because right now, I'm busy dealing with a new PC and one heck of a keyboard, and boy do I have issues with the two. First, this PC isn't "new" new. It was taken from somewhere deep within my dad's warehouse, and would have probably stay there till it becomes dirty, ugly and not to mention obsolete in the year 2010. I tried to install my Age Of Empires 3 computer game inside, and was darn excited when I discovered that it was playable.

(FYI: I've tried to play AOE 3 on my dad's laptop, the computer before this one, the other laptop, my brother's PC and the only success I got was my dad's laptop. However, as it has been declared, it's my beloved dad's laptop and so should only stay on my dad's lap.)

At my finest moment, I was able to play it, you know with all the fighting and all. To my dismay, some icons could not be displayed, and the whole game map was shrouded in darkness. The map did not show even though my villagers walked through it. And how am I supposed to play a game where I can’t see my enemies and resources, right?

So it was a failure. But, as every failure or mistake goes, the silver lining is this new PC has Microsoft Office. I should mention, the silver lining is really thin, and it kind of look like a thread.

And the keyboard? The keypad is separated into two. Now look at YOUR keypad. Whereas on a normal keyboard the letters T and Y, G and H, B and N join comfortably at the hip, mine is parted, as though Moses has just walked past with his people. I'm not comfortable with it right now, but give me time though, and my spelling mistakes on MSN might just be a thing of the past.

I see I haven't got to my point yet, but I have a feeling it's coming out.

Ooh, I guess it's time now to talk about something else. Well, WATFORD has been promoted to the English Premier League for next season. No no, I'm not trying to say WATFORD is a "has been", in fact, it has become quite the opposite from the former has-been LEEDS. It beat LEEDS in some final 3-0 to advance to the English Premier League next season. Well, being a fan of LEEDS when it was in the Premiership a few years back, it is to my utter disappointment that the team has failed to return to top flight. And I blame it on David O' Leary. He was the manager of Leeds in its heyday, and he stupidly blew money on buying and buying and buying players for the club, so much that it is unable to pay off debts, and had to sell and sell and sell players. In the end he was fired and promptly made manager of Aston Villa. But Leeds is now virtually stripped of its superstars. Rio "bad hair day" Ferdinand, Alan Smith, Harry Kewell, Mark Viduka and David Batty were once in this club. But now, I don't recognize players, I could only make out the uniform by their crest of a flower. Next year then, Leeds. Next year.

I've covered sports and IT. Should cover Hollywood now and there, I got myself a one-article newspaper without a point.

I watched The Da Vinci Code. Yes yes, I should be one of the few millions in cyberspace that has watched it, and one of ten who has watched it LEGALLY, as opposed to the poor billions of global population still trying to get their hands on a decent ticket. But don't envy me just yet (or envy me for my other talents), it was a slow trek on the silver screen. Robert Langdon, Harvard professor of Symbology has been summoned by the French police to investigate a murder. Somehow, he winds up being the prime suspect. But with his brilliant mind and a femme fatale, Sophie Neveue who is played by Audrey Tautou, they race through France, London and explore museums and temples to solve the crime. In the process, they open a can of worms about the church and involve a friend and some psycho albino monk with a penchant for pain.

Looks interesting, sound interesting, but sitting through the 2 and a half hour movie takes more than just sights and sounds. The most brilliant scenes were of the monk jumping out of nowhere to threaten the sightseers in their next museum quests. It was done in such horror style that I heard someone in the cinema jumped. At the last 10 minutes or so, when the revelations are made, Tom Hanks spoke in a slow manner, supposedly to create a huge impact when the secrets are out. I was in my seat, all fidgety. It was so quiet when he didn't talk at all, so I couldn't help but let one sarcastic gasp out when he finally reveal to Sophie who she really was.

My friend looked at me and we started giggling right there, when everyone else were apparently being blown away by the truth. Hee hee hee.

But kudos still, to director Ron Howard, for making some parts of it light hearted, and capturing the terror of the albino monk, Silas through Paul Bettany's eyes (and butt, teehee).

I guess, my point is right above. A title is but a title. Age of Empires 3 may boost impressive graphics, but it is useless on my computer. Leeds may not have been promoted to the English Premier League, but it is still my favourite club (more than MANU okay). And The Da Vinci Code may be the most anticipated movie this year, but I couldn't wait for it to end when I finally watch it.

So there you go.

this little piggy came all the way home

After one long month, I finally organised a gathering for the few of us s20 people. In the end, only Charlene, Hwee Teng, Pamela and Hazzely came. However, the "only" was under-rated. Even with the 5 of us, it was still a sucessful outing and everyone had fun. Especially at dinner.

Hey, I know that sometimes I can MIA due to other commitments (the largest commitment is codenamed "MOM"), but hanging out with you guys are really fun! Even though sometimes I tend to talk about stuff that are irrelevant, like birthdates when you guys are talking about birthdays, but they're close enough! :D It's really nice to see each of you again, and talk about things that has happened, and listen to what's going on. We don't know what the future holds, but we'll see, and we'll keep in touch!

I rather think that's its the company that makes the day or date, not so much the activity. And I hope, that they'll understand me because I try to understand them. I'm not Wonder Woman, and know I stop short when I try to be. I have a friend who's falling further and further into no man's land, and all I can do is advise, cos that's all I can do. I know there are limits to everyone, and I try to make everyone as happy as possible, cos it's just my nature.

Make me happy by making yourself happy.


Chocolate Fudge Cake
Time has flown away from the corner of my tightly squeezed hand
And the next thing we know
Things changed
You no longer feed me with your wealth of care and love
I no longer seem to care
On the surface, but if only it was that simple
You told me I was complicated, shit- I am
The waves of madness holding me back,
Baby you won't understand

The fudging times that we had so much fun
Fudge it, there’s no turning back now
I know the only thing you like best is chocolate fudge cake
So I say
Fudging hell.

It's only love that tear us apart
Being the humans that we are
Or knives and guns and all thing bloody
I loved you and your cake
Tell me things would be the same


LOSING ETERNITY
I can't believe that I can't breathe
cos I'm losing eternity in your hands
like some savage beast you wreck me again
but it's with your grace that's doing me in

I saw it I saw it I saw it coming
But I couldn't stop it, you know who I am
So now that I've gone in too deep
I'm losing eternity in your hands
again

My eternity
It's an expression of my freedom and happiness
It's the measurement of my comfort and my smiles
It's the allocation of my pain to my brain
and your eyes tell me my eternity is in your hands

So now what I'm gonna do
is to pick myself up after you
and hold on to the rest of me
and the remnants of my
eternity

A Ride on the Wild Side

Even though I'm not a celebrity and no one really cares about my private life (do I have a public life anyway?), I shall go on and talk about the events of my day as if it will appear on the next tabloid anyway.

So today, Yuen Xin called me and asked me if I wanted to go cycling/roller blading at East Coast with her. Tempting, considering smiles seem to appear out of nowhere once I'm on a bicycle. So I said okay, and we went.

She was on roller blades and I, on a bicycle. I can't blade, and I believe I would look like Humpty "had a great fall" Dumpty if I did. But believe me, I do want to learn how to blade, someday. When I have all the pads I need, helmet, knee pad, elbow pad. Just no sanitary pads.

[getting cold eh?]

We traveled quite far, then back to the bike shop again. By the time I'm done, my legs were so wobbly and my butt was aching.

After that, we decided to meet Leanne, Gwen and Jimmy for dinner.

What a dinner!

I can remember us laughing and laughing, but mostly I suspect they were laughing at me or the things that I said. And we marveled at Yuen Xin's ginger eating skills. Somehow the conversation switched to a lesson in Chinese word which left me clueless. And talking about ding dongs and "ber rang dangs" which conveniently mean the same thing- detachable "booby" parts.

During desserts, I tried to pour salt into Leanne's glass of water and suceeded! Yar, I know, I must look like a 10 year old kid who is trying to be funny right? But she stirred her spoon full of ice cream into my glass first, and rendered it undrinkable. Somehow, one thing led to another, and by the time I knew it, my face was filled with at least ONE pinch of salt, courtesy of Ms Wong here. Then I put pepper into Yuen Xin's water, but pepper is so obvious. So no fun already.

Ya Yi San?

Afterward, had to go home to take a brest.

Sizzle and Fizzle

Football is the unlikely globalisation tool- people in Singapore know about teams from Italy, Spain and are avid followers of the English Premier League. Football has its own language, the touches, the dives, the kicks, and the players' bursts and tricks are some of its very rich vocabulary.

And one can't truly call football the "Beautiful Game" until they have seen the fluidity of the ball, and the excitment of the game, nevermind transfer windows speculations and footballer scandals. Only focus on the game itself, where the objective is to score a goal without using hands in the opponents' net. And the beauty of it all came alive in the Champions League Final yesterday.

Arsenal were up against the giants of Spain, Barcalona today morning at 2.35am (singapore time). There was drama- Arsenal's goalkeeper Jens Lehman was sent off for grabbing the ankle of a Barca player at the 18th minute, and Robert Pires had to be substituted out to make way for the substitute goalkeeper to come in. There was goals, all 3 of them, the second one which changed the entire course of the game. And there were cards.

The first unlikely goal came from Sol Campbell, England and Arsenal defender with a header that connected with Thiery Henry's free kick. Arsenal had led 1-0 with ten men left. The rest of the match, right until the 76th minute was a ride to see whether the Arsenal defence could hold off Ronaldinho and Co from scoring the equalizer.

But, the inevitable happened. Samual Et'to converted a goal with a brilliant pass from Henrik Larrson the botak. 1-1. For the next five minutes, we were treated to pure football as Barcalona sparkled to life and every ball threatened the Arsenal defence. The substitute goalkeeper did his best to fend off the Spanish giants, but a lucky shot from substitute Belleti found the back of the net and the rest is history.

2-1, and Barcalona lifts the Cup for the 2nd time in their history. And the game has never been more exciting than before.

I need my audience

I will start off by listing the movies I want to watch in the weeks to come.
1) The Da Vinci Code
2) Over The Hedge
3) X-Men: The Last Stand

Hopefully I'll get to watch all of 'em at the cinema. It's better than seeing pixels and squares from some run-down pirated copy. Ain't no popping shadow heads too.

Lately, the folks around me seem to have negative auras. Dispell the air I say. My lil sister scolded me when I opened the door and knocked over some clothes that she folded. I apologised while thinking over her stupidity to put freshly folded clothes near the door such that anyone who opens the door would knock them away, which makes my apology so much sweeter-to me, not to her.

Even though hostility pretty much reign in my family, I still have my madcap freshly heartbroken (and mended) elder sister to go to for the laughs. She find my jokes funny, and always attempt to tell her best friend the jokes (and among other things embarrasing stuff about me).

Hence all is not lost.

Speaking of lost, I went down for Chilli Peppers training yesterday. It has been a long time since I went for any form of training that looks vaguely like a training. I started, to my intense surprise, to miss my Junior College basketball training days. True, during then I would always stare at the horizon to try determine when the sun would finally set so I can go home (even though I'm like the captain and not supposed to do that-hehe). But I feel so blessed because my teammates will always show up for each and every training, even Gao Fei.

Playing basketball with boys isn't that fun too. Even though I will run as far as I could just to make my point, I don't get to make my point very often. Still have very far to go before I can reach a higher standard. Boys play a very fast game of attack. Girls bide time.Boys exploit spaces. Girls make it happen. Pretty much messed up.

Now that my ball is all pumped up, I can go practise if I have the time.

Onward, to a better future!

Mumblings and Ramblings from this Era in time

Alright. Right now I have to bring to everyone's attention this new movie from Dreamworks Pictures called



Why? Because Avril Lavigne (and it should come as no surprise to anyone who visits this blog that I am a great fan of hers) is in the movie! Even though sadly, she is not credited in the poster above and worse, in newspaper commercials from Singapore, her name is SPELT WRONGLY!

It was spelt "Avril Lavige", just barely noticable. Shaz commented that maybe, just maybe the girl in the movie was really a girl called Avril Lavige, and not "Avril Lavigne the singer". Could have had me fooled, but this picture below shall prove things differently.



Yeap, that's her, doing the voice for this critter called Heather in the movie. Hardly recognisable- after she had this image overhaul and everything. You can compare it to my blogskin picture and see the difference in mood and taste in fashion.

Well, that's one thing to mumble about, and here's another.



Yeap, the FA Cup, the less prestigious cup compared to Champions League but nonetheless, a Cup worth kicking a ball about. Yesterday night (Singapore time) was the day of the Final which was between Liverpool and West Ham.

Because my house has no SCV (lousy house), the closest I got to experiencing the game through Soccernet's Gamecast. It gives updates as and when the match is playing, so at least poor me will know what the heck is happening at the other side of the world in real time.

At first I couldn't be bothered with the game, I'm sure most of the fans here will think Liverpool will surely win, but I decided to just pop by and check out the action.

What a shocker when I saw West Ham were 2-1 up at halftime. I must be thinking, HoShiQi must be cursing West Ham to be real ham and Charlene Su must be so angry.And it was 3-2 to West Ham after 90mins!

But Charlene did mention that the ball is round, and in the 90th min, the unthinkable happened.




Mr Man-of-the-match scored in the 90th minute to send the match into overtime! And Liverpool won, end of story.

So exciting, but I can't watch it with my own eyes. Oh well.

Anyway, I finally went to read this blog of two gay men who are in love, just to find out what the fuss is about. And to my amazement, these two guys are actually not bad looking. So sad, they're off the shelves. But they're too young anyway. Keep on looking.

Oh yar, next time you see me, ask me to play you this funny song that I'm telling you to tell me to play next time you see me, ok?

I'm tan. Deanna Tan.

I should make my life a sitcom
and force people to pay to laugh at me.

Ch-ch-ch-changes
face the strain
ch-ch-changes
don't wanna be a different girl
time may change me,
but i can't trace time.

ANGER IS BUT
a motion in time
a string of words combined
an action despised
and a love affair denied

I’m angry… no wait, I’m sad. I’m just so pissed off.

At this stupid day and age, my parents are still living under some stupid rock. Today was my millionth attempt at asking my mum if I could stay in a hostel. And it was the millionth time she made me fall flat on my face again.

She didn’t even let me friggin’ finish. Doesn’t even know what I want. And the worst part is, she keeps telling me that staying in a hostel is very expensive and we have no money.

Yar right. I’m not born yesterday you know.

And furthermore, if you want to come up with an excuse not to let me stay, at least come up with a better one. At least tell me that you are worried for me, or that your ancient traditions do not allow your conscience to let me stay.

No money? BLAH! Come on, who you kidding. I already told you it isn’t that expensive. Don’t trust me then say la. For the last 19 years, I behaved myself. For what man. Only makes you believe I’m too weak to even fend for myself.

You’ve no idea how much I wanna go there and experience a life of my own. I want to taste what its like to be with no strings attached, but damn. Give me a good reason will ya, instead of just shouting no, then stringing your no with a whole lot of other excuses and issues. It’s like Primary 5 Camp all over again- I didn’t get to go because you said No.

It’s times like these where I feel that I get excited over nothing. I put myself on a roller coaster, hoping that you will see me ride it out and be happy for me, but you just came and screamed for me to come down. That the ride burns a hole in your pocket, that it’s all wrong, that I would fling my arms too high and forget to come down.

It’s not about my friends. They can stay. Yes, I am very jealous of them. But this is not a peer pressure thing. It’s a coming-of-age thing. I’ve come of age, and so should you now. I loathe the way you just dismiss my ideas and my excitement. You look at me with such disgust like it’s wrong for me to be selfish once in a while. You blame me for adding on to the family expenses because of university school fees. You make me guilty for getting the course I dreamt of.

When will my life be My life?

You shot me back, telling me to pay for what I want. I know, if I said ok I will, you will still say no, so what’s the point anyway? I don’t regret telling you NOT TO USE MONEY AS AN EXCUSE before I slammed that door.

It’s not teen angst now. I’m over that. It’s just crap now.

Yes, I feel so free today!

Went out with Gwen and Leanne, but only after I became a good girl and vacuumed and mopped my house. Ended up eating Seoul Garden for 3 hours straight, then going up to Esplanade to enjoy the view. Nice.

Cos I got into what I want, and I am grateful for that. My efforts have not been wasted.

I Not Stupid 2
Monster-In-Law
Sky High
Adaptation
Brothers Grimm
A Series Of Unfortunate Events
Mission Impossible 3
Deuce Bigalow European Gigolo

This entire week, I had my eyes and ears full watching a staggering (well, to me it’s staggering anyway) 8 movies- Back to back. I watched only Mission Impossible 3 in the theatre with Charlene, while the rest of the movies were rentals or borrowed from people.

And so you guessed it. My entry today would be about these films that I have watched. Some were intellectual, clever, some were action flicks, we have one romance, and one pure brainless fun. So I pretty much covered everything already. All genres are here, and there’s even the rare cross breeds.

Now, the movie that I was most blown away was Adaptation. The screenplay was written by Charlie Kaufman, the marvel who created Being John Malkovich, and his brother, Donald Kaufman. The movie stars Nicholas Cage, Meryl Streep and Chris Cooper. I really admire Nicholas Cage’s acting from Lord Of War and Matchstick Men. And he delivers in this movie. In Adaptation, Nicholas Cage is a fat, balding screenplay writer Charlie Kaufman (yes, same name as ACTUAL the screenplay writer). He is assigned to write a screenplay for a book called “The Orchid Thief” written by Susan Orlean (Meryl Streep). And so begins a journey of struggles of Kaufman to adapt the book. This storyline may seem simple, but trust me, it is so rich and thick and engaging, you’ll be wondering if the real Charlie Kaufman is pulling something out of his life-story hat. A simple plot played with playful dialogue, powerful cast, it is twisting, fresh and thoroughly enjoyable. It did keep me smiling all of its 2 hours.

The rest of the movies I watched were quite enjoyable, well with the exception of I Not Stupid 2. It is, by now all Singaporeans should know, a show that deals with kids, society, parents and whatnot. I watched it, hoping that the trademark Jack Neo humour would show itself, but all I was greeted with is emotional scenes after emotional scenes after emotional scenes. There are twists to keep the audiences excited, but for me, it was quite a letdown. The kids- okay maybe I should not call them kids since the 2 main characters are in Secondary School, the teenagers are portrayed as “ah bengs” with their hands fledging everywhere when they shout out their displeasure. Over-exaggeration is what I call it. This kid, Chengcai played by Joshua Ang was expelled and became a gangster. In one MTV-ish scene which had all the gangsters gathered around together, there was this song which really irritated me. Its lyrics speaks of gangsters becoming who they because society don’t care about them, questioning why this occur. I just feel that it isn’t right to put the blame on others first. Excuse me, but there is no reason why anyone cannot think for themselves what is right. If you go to the wrong road, and you blame a million and one things before YOURSELF, I’m sorry to say that you are so stupid. I don’t like stereotyped movies for one, and this isn’t my cup of tea –even though it was filmed in my Secondary School. I didn’t even bother finish watching it.

The rest of the movies that I watched were pretty entertaining. Brothers Grimm is really nice, and Heath Ledger in his nerdy glasses as witch hunter cum trickster Jacob is absolutely charming. Sky High is well, a typical high school flick but with a twist of superheroes. It addresses all the adolescent issues of fitting in and so on, and manages to be funny as well. Deuce Bigalow is back, this time in Amsterdam. There were a few laugh out loud moments, but like any Rob Schenider film, it is pretty gross too. Jane Fonda stole the limelight from under Jennifer Lopez’s nose in Monster-In-Law. However, the best line in my opinion was uttered by Ms J Lo herself. “Motherf-“ she said, when her tyrannical mother-in-law, played by the one and only Jane Fonda threw out a gaudy peach dress of the car that J Lo had asked her to put on her wedding day. In a Series of Unfortunate Events, the visual effects were dazzling, and rubber faced Jim Carrey is at his best, switching between disguises and accents effortlessly.

There, my very own movie reviews and summary. There’s still a lot of movies for me to catch, and I can’t wait. Such a movie junkie I am.