Power Suits And Green Tea.

So today, I was scheduled for a long and gruesome and boring day of hitting the books. And I meant really hitting them until I pass out or something. Really exciting huh?

Then my phone rang in the midst of my sleep at 10.30am, awaking me from my wet dreams of swimming pools and water fountains. It was Leanne, asking for another blind lunch date. Such is my appeal. Ahem.

So I had to shift my books to another day (tomorrow perhaps, if there is hope for me yet.) just to enjoy a little lunch with this friend of mine. Of course, wallet's already thinning into a 2-dimensional object. But what the heck.

I arrived earlier than usual, but still had to wait for a while (and a while isn't really a while. I'm being courteous.) And I stood there. After a few minutes, a black shadow crept near me and even said my name. "Deanna Tan."

I turned. This person was wearing a white blouse in a black blazer, a black skirt complete with sexy black stockings and killer heels. Who the hell is that?

I yelped. Literally yelped. Covered my my mighty big shocked mouth, looked at the person up and down. OMG. It was my dear 19 year old friend, Leanne Wong and she looked like a 25 year old coporate rat from neck down.

(It's her uniform for work.)

Finally, we settled for Japanese food in Sakae Sushi for lunch after all the hoo haa. Haa haas mostly. Haa haas. Plus giggles. A lot of giggles and a lot of "Stop it lah".

After that, we decided that we deserved a Japanese desert treat at a nearby restaurant. My wallet do not deserve me. We had some sort of green tea ice cream, and drank lots of green tea.

Then the inevitable happened. WE GOT high on GREEN TEA!


As we walked from city hall to doby gaut, we sang and we sang and we sang. "Clubbin' on the streets" she said. From mimicing the annoying girls in Tokyo Drift "if you really wanna know... dunno what dunno what dunno what tokyo...." to singing "YMCA" complete with the actions (courtesy of Leanne) after seeing the YMCA building to all the songs we could think of.

Think stressed out pencil pusher and mad uni student on the loose.

Then of course, as nature would have it, we had to go to the toilet quite a lot of times.

Power suits coupled with green tea is a potent mix. Beware.

So it's come to this. The exam looms behind the curtains in our game of peek-a-boo.
(This has no relations to what I'm about to talk about. As what Shaz would say, "SO RANDOM")

When I was younger, I used to sit in my dad's car, wondering when I will have the chance to grab the steering wheel. It looked to be such an important responsiblity, and you can go wherever you want to go. To be in CONTROL.

And when I asked around, girls rarely pass their driving test at the first try. But boys, like my dad passed at the first try. It seemed that boys have some sort of internal radar and sense of direction (i dare not think their weiner serves as a compass or collision detector) and I was not happy about that.

I'm a girl, and I want to prove that girls can pass on the first try too.

That was a secret ambition that I harboured throughout the years.

My big sister failed on her first try, second then third try but suceeded finally on her forth try. I was worried that it would happen to me too.

Then Charlene Sivalingam passed on her first try.
And Hwee Teng too.

So I decided, if they can do it, so can I. It's a girl-mantra thingy.

However, I got so nervous the day before my driving test that I had to be calmed down by a number of good friends. Thank you guys. Still, I couldn't sleep and I tossed and turned in bed.

Finally, the day of doom came. My instructor had told me to bring my IC along. (He didn't tell me to bring along a photo and $50 in case I do pass. See the amount of confidence he had in me?)

During my warm-up, I almost striked a kerb. Darn you, directional change. I hate 'chu. Then all was alright, and I proceeded to the test room with a nervous heart. There were only 5 people in the room, and only 2 of us females.

My name was called first, so I stood up and went with the tester to the car, and we proceeded. Aftter 30minutes or so, I was back into the driving centre, hopeful that my ambition would be realised.

The first thing the tester said was "eh, passed ah." and he started counting and marking out my demerit points.

Eh, passed ah.

Did he say that? Did he really say that? Really really really say that?

Eh, I passed leh.

Happy Birthday to FELICIA and RuiYi, the babies of October!

I only have a few words to say for this week.

11 people- Woohoo.

There ya go.

I hope i will pass.

Will I or won't I?

Hmm, not a question that I can solve by plucking the petals off a five-petal flower.

Good Luck To Me.

Shower your good luck to me, will ya?

She's The Man.

Recently, I find myself veering towards movies which, *coughs* have themes that are controversial to normal human beings. Grace introduced a film called "Saving Face" and I got hooked on it somehow.

Saving Face is a movie about a brain surgeon, Wil who is struggling to come out of the closet about sexuality to her traditional family as well as the entire Chinese community in America. Wil's mother tries to set her up with men, but she is not in the least interested. One day, at a gathering, she sees Vivian, a dancer. Things start to unravel between the both of them, as they start a courtship. However, Wil's mother decides to move in when she discover herself pregnant to a person she never revealed. Chaos ensues.

What I find really refreshing is the themes of love and family woven together. In an awkward scene where Wil's mother, Wil and Vivian had dinner together (Vivian comes over pretending to be just a close friend), Vivian asks Wil's mother how's the baby. Wil's mother, stunned, reacts by caressing Wil's hair and saying "My baby's fine. But I don't get to see her often with all her work."

Vivian replies with a "Me too," garnering a stare from Wil's mother. Wil, caught in the middle drops a piece of fish, hence breaking the tension.

In another scene, Wil tries to stop Vivian from leaving. Vivian retorts by saying "Kiss me. Kiss me in front of all these people" and Wil hesitates.

Such is the magic of Saving Face. It works on so many levels, and it provides the laughs and the tears at such unpredictable times. This is how a movie should be.

And this is why you can't blame me for getting hooked to it.

Dear Char,

This is how our coach looks like! Hurhurhur.
And we won our first friendly match. It happened on Saturday 21st October, early morning against Dunman C girls.
Good sign.

Love,
Deannie.

Recently.

Life without a tagboard is REALLY weird.

Anyway, nowadays in school I find myself more alone. Which is fine by me because that's how University life should be. When my friends have tutorials, group meetings or other stuff, and I don't, and there's still a long time before my next lecture, I'll be alone.

But I won't feel alone.

I'm not a loner. I can be alone. Sometimes, it feels good to be with your thoughts for a while. Just thinking of stuff and events and the world and "Lil miss Sunshine", it really feels good.

Once I rode the shuttle bus that goes round the school TWICE. I figured, since I still have a little time, why not go round once more and have that little "ME" time with myself? After all, I'm not in this world because of YOU. I'm here because I did it.

School's not new to me, so why should I be afraid right? It's all about living life the right way, the way I want it to be. And now, it's going exactly where it should be. Homework gets done, I'm satisfied, I get my exercises and I get my food and I get my dear SCI friends to laugh along with me.

I have people looking out for me, one far far away in belgium, two in hall 3, all in MERCURY and the rest, the rest who cares who I am and what I can do.

As far as I'm concerned, there's all I need.

And that's the reason why I know I won't feel alone.

Tagboard's going crazy so I'm gonna remove it.

This is My 500th Post.

Pointless post though. I should insert an arrow so that at least there's a teeny weeny point.
Hurhur. That's me, and my distinctly-me 500th post.

You can stop reading right about now. Till the 501st entry!!

I don't give these movies a chance.

"John Tucker Must Die", a movie that I have condemned as one of the endless high school movies that Hollywood churn out to cheat money from hormonal, mindless teenagers. By looking at the plot, the premise and the only known cast member that is Jesse Metcalfe, it is enough to predict that by this time next year, people will have no distinct memory of this movie at all.

But I went to watch it anyway.

With Leanne Wong and a half salted-styrofoamy and half sweet box of popcorn in between us.
I should give these movies a chance. They may not turn out as bad as i think.

It's the styrofoam that they call popcorn and sell to us at $4.50 a box that I should stop giving a chance to.

thank you, leanne, for making youreslf free to come down for thursday's training. Means a lot.

It's not my birthday.

It's my dear ol' mother's. Oops, I shouldn't have said ol'.
This is me putting the candles happily on her cake. And her being kan cheong.

I sang Happy Birthday the loudest, and once I finished my rendition, she hurriedly blew out the candles, took them out and cut the cake into many many pieces. All in record time.

She's so embarrassed at celebrating her birthday in a public place! She was covering her head the whole time i sang the song.

Happy birthday Mummy!

Talking about nothing at all.

To chronicle my day would be pointless. I would have to do it 365 days a year.
To talk about things that you really enjoy with a friend- Now that's enjoyable. And we can go on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on until the end of time, but the bus came so we have to stop.
So I went home, checked my mail and found out that I got a 66 out of a hundred points for my midterms. 66, the devil's mark, the omen. Maybe they were mistaken, because if I turn my computer upside down I see a 99. But a 99 upon 001 so that's not very helpful because in fractions a 99/001 would be 99 and there's nothing to be upon.
I didn't cry, I didn't feel sad and I didn't ask for a pat on the back or a word of consolation or a reaffirmation that it's a passing grade. I earned that 66. It's mine. It belongs to me and nobody else, just like my life belong to me and my head belong to me and my words belong to me and my actions belong to me.
I deserved it.
In a good way. I worked 50% and I got 66%. I deserve champagne because I'm smarter than I am. That I give myself credit for. I am the elite. I am part of the elite.

I am suffering. From the haze in singapore.

So it's come to this.

When push comes to shove, I have to remind myself that I'm in charge of things.

I can't believe that it's been 9 months since i first picked up the whistle. It's been a nice, windy, uphill, unpredictable road. I no longer need to fantasize what's its like to have someone big and stocky shout right in your face.

I see the ugly side of the game most of the time when I blow on that whistle.
But yet, it's not enough. It may be enough to drive me close to tears, but it's not enough to stop me.

One day, I'll be able to judge and not flinch. Judge and not shake. Judge and not be judged.

i'm gaining all of new perspectives
i'm losing life as it may grip me
it's been a ride, but i'm still falling
you've got to come now, I'm still waiting

the desperado's at my window
i'm staring at him face to face
it's never easy to admit it
but he whispered
"I'm lonely, can you bring someone for me?"

Here's a peek at what happens in School.
Say "a-boo".
So we all can play peek-a-boo.
(There you go, that's my brand of humour. Neh neh boo)
Okay, someone shake me and say I'm turning nineteen soon, not nine. Thanks.


The most decent group picture of my group.
"Substance in the midst of nonsense"
This is the substance picture. The one below would show our, duh, nonsense.





Me and my CS104 group mates.
We're cheekily staring at holovideos.


Grandpa and Grandson.
Eve and I. So what do you see, grandpa? Two people smiling widely for no reason, son.






In lecture. I decided to move my head so I can be seen in the picture.
Me the vainpot (and somemore I look like I have huge nostrils la!)

Here's a time to break into song and dance.
Hey Julie, look what they're doing to me
Trying bring me me down
Trying to take me out
Julie I swear it's so hard to bear and i'll never make it through without you around
And I'll never make it through without you around.

I should go for therapy now. Psychology students, a lil' help?

End.

GunMEN.

What's with all the shooting in schools? It's only been a few days since the first shooting in a US school that left one girl dead, and I'm flipping papers for two consecutive days and for that two days someone somewhere in the large USA is shooting people in school.

When innocent people die, there is a need to acknowledge guns are a problem- right from Columbine.

School's IN.

I feel so depressed at the thought of school starting that www.blogger.com looked to me like www.booger.com.

Morning queues at boon lay MRT are worse that my sister's snoring.

Oh. Booger.