R.I.P

just like that, theyre gone. my once infamous zoo has been reduced to nothing but a sole surviving gerbil, an indentity crisis bird and a 3 legged cat. sigh. they're dead, all dead. :( and like shaggy once said..

it wasn't me.

red light district

What a night. So instead of mamboing, which i was honestly dreading, I suggested that we should do supper instead! Screw mambo. I could really use an ice cold beer, but nah. So yay! And I would feel awful if I didn’t go down either way. It was sheng jie’s birthday. 18th, to be exact. And that poor boy spent the entire day working since no one could cover the closing shift. And he wanted a first legal mambo. but no one went! He waited at zouk’s bus stop for 2 hours till adam went down and I swung by to pick them up in a cab. A cab, because, all attempts of stealing the car out was futile. Mom latched the main door, I couldn’t even get past the main door, what more get a hold of the key. Darn it.

Ive barely driven ever since we moved out. Then again, I haven’t taken the car out for my own use since, since! Ohwell. Live with it, I shall. Hur..

We took way too long to get down to geylang. CTE was blocked off entirely. And we were caught in it. Can you imagine, a jam at 1 in the morning. Major accident apparently, right smack in the centre of the tunnel. The jam was massive, and the meter kept jumping. Bah.

At least the beef horfun and tau huey were worth the hassle. We sat there talking about frogs and hookers. Fun. I hoped sheng jie enjoyed the night, because I know I did. ;) even the cab ride back was awesome. And since shengjie missed his first legal mambo, God sent a mercs cab with an ultra funky uncle who had a cd blasting full of disco retro music. Sweet. He even offered to burn a copy for us! Haha. Awesome.

So that was that.

Other than that, I’m awfully tired from today’s errands. Ran around with mom the entire day, doing my stuff though, so I honestly shouldn’t complain. We got to funan and got my ibm charger, a 1gb XD card for the camera and a webcam. Or at least wanted to. couldn’t decide. Then we got down to liang court to check some furniture out. Lousy. So went down to Robinsons instead for some lingerie shopping! Yay! And to starhub to apply for cable, which didn’t turn out fantastic since they’ve still gotta send a guy down to check out the place first. Yay for cable. Now when you guys are over, we’ve got soccer to watch. Haha! I can almost anticipate soccer parties very very soon. Haha! Then we dropped by singtel at bugis coz mom wanted to apply for that new mio singtel system thing. Sweet. Ive been living without a landline. My phonebill’s choking up real bad. Haha. Yay! Not for the phonebill that is. Had dinner at meiwei’s duck rice store and down to ikea. Or wanted to at least, then detoured to henderson’s furniture mall instead since ikea’s pretty much the same. So yay! Its been quite an accomplished day. Nothing can get me down today. Or the week rather. Especially since ive got my Kevin back. Yay! Love!

I finally restrung my guit. Its been a while. I still need to get my ass down to a music shop to pick up strings for the other guit. I hope they’ve got what bry was telling me. I love playing with those strings. On wayne’s guit that is. Even benji’s strings are awesome. But he cant remember where he got his. Darn. And I snapped my Gstring while restringing. Haha. Yes, my G string. Hur.

I love today. Id pray for more todays. Id pray hard the adam gets through Friday. Id pray hard to be a better person. Id pray, I will.

face off

so im finally back to work. 3rd day to be exact. tons of things had happened. with adam and stuff. and with the management. and how bad business has been. rather annoying. they're killing standards, really.

anyhoo.

i was at work, and this guy who came up to get some food looks me in the eye and goes,"gloria?" and im like..uh. yeah! who are you? and he goes, "i'm tim!" and im like,"right, tim who?" (i almost rattled on - tim stole the cookie from the cookie pot, haha, but thats besides the point) and he went,"tim, as in, selwyns martial arts mate!" and i thought really hard and finally figured out who he was. it was crazy! i was like,"that was more than 2 years ago! and ive only met you once, or twice. how could you possibly remember??" and he went,"its your face. hard to forget."
right. im taking it as if its a good thing. i sure do hope so. more of the, ooh, coz ure pretty and unique, thats why i remember you. and not because gloria, ure freaking ugly. you've etched a mark eternally in my memory forever. lets pray hard. haha.

so there. tim, timothy from martial arts. tim, whos also from SIM apparently. hmm. interesting. yay for a new lunch buddy. haha. sweet.

and then, it happened again. sharon tan walked into the shop and i looked at her funny. i mean, i knew exactly who she was, i was hoping she wouldnt recognise me! i was, afterall, probably the worst lit student in her class ever. the person whom, in sec2, carelessly answered the wrong question during finals, completely leaving an entire other section out. and, the killer one who debated relentlessly saying that mr. higgins, the dude from pygmallion, i think, was mrs. higgins husband, not son. haha. how adamant i was even though i was obviously wrong. needless to say, ive never got down to reading my lit text in sec2. anyway, as i was busy trying to hide my face behind the baguette i was holding, she went,"gloria!" and im like,"oh shit. uh..HEY ms tan!" shes still one of the nicest teachers ever. a pretty one too. and she started asking how i was and stuff and where i am right now and all. and i was like" how could you possibly remember me instantaneously after 8 long years?" and she went,"it was easy. (there it was again..) its your face dearie. i wont forget".

like oh shit. what on earth is happening. whats wrong with my face? do i have like a giant gloria printed on my forehead that im unaware of? maybe my eyeballs scream out gloria. who knows. haha.

and so when i thought we're pretty much done for the day. this lady comes up to me and asks me,"are you dr. rev. francis ngoi's daughter?" and i went,"yeah! how did you know?" i wasnt surprised. im used that. so that was ok, but went she went"oh, i recognise your face. you look like your dad. your dad did so much for my family, its impossible to forget."

right. i doubt id ever fully understand. what a queer day it is. maybe, just maybe, i resemble nicholas cage too. hahahahha. i wish. ;)

happy birthday bry!

last night was a blast. i had fun. even though bryan only told me at 9pm that we were doing his birthday at mos, and that i was still at work, it was good that i got myself home, out of the house and down. needed something crazy to clear head. he insisted that he msged at 3. i strangely only got the msg at 9pm though the time stated three. warped singtel. i bet they're screwing around with my phone just because i have way too many overdue payments. hur hur.

so i was way too tired, absolutely famished, not exactly in the perfect state of mind and yet i still went. its bryans birthday. i wouldnt miss it for the world. i told him we'd do 80 shots again. but this time, it will be 80shots of absinthe. hur hur. but too bad they ran out of it. someone apparently beat me to it and drained mos' entire absinthe supply. darn it. fine. so i told bryan he'd have to do 7 of whatever i hand to him. 7 for the 7 years of birthdays ive missed. haha. yay. sweet. lucky number 7 indeed. and we got the ball rolling with a bacardi 151. haha. im evil.

someone else bought shots of sex on the beach. add on the booze, brother. and a bottle of whiskey. hmm. sex on the beach... interesting.

i love birthdays at clubs. it gives you a good enough cover up to drink excessively without people shooting you the dirty filthy alcoholic glares.

and the world is too small. its the whole acmg community thing i believe. to know people who know other poeple who know other other people whom you know too. i met juns bf there last night too. argh. i suddenly cannot recall his name. lets just call him the croissant man. yes, croissant man, as in the muffin man's bestfriend. aw. now speaking of the muffin man just reminded me of christine. how we used to go crazy about "have you seen the muffin man?" a couple of years back. as i was saying, croissant man loves croissants. hence the name. i love the croissant man. juns bf. such a nice guy. though i believe he would skin me if he found out i threw away a basket full of croissants just an hour before we met. hahaha.

ive got photos somewhere. but i cant find my cable. darn it.

anyway, fountains of wayne was down too. one of the many reasons why last night was good. and i met a guy from london named charles. english people are sick in the head. he just touched down 8hours ago. and theyre off to club. thats like 15hours of flying, 4hours of getting checked-in/rest and 4hours of dinner and clubbing. he claims alcohol cures jetlags. haha. im sure it does. and they love tiger beer. ew. whats with the tiger. and for saying that it sucked, i had to down one with him. gahh.

by 3, only regi bry and i were left. they went off dancing again and i sat there drinking alone. mellowing in selfpity and self induced depression. i dont think the year started very well. 2 weeks into 2007, and im off to club again. at least this time, ben was sweet about it. then again, i started this year with a shot of absinthe during dre's party at baden. haha. my virgin absinthe shot. for you, dre. without you, ben and i wouldnt have gotten together.

i babble and digress too much. and im turning into an alcoholic. when i accidently poured water into my glass of whiskey instead of ginger ale, i downed it to clear the glass. haha. im losing it. its as if i want to feel sad and unhappy about my very exciting life. its as if i sit down and purposely think about all the upsetting events. and when i get distracted, which, by kios standard, as easily as a goldfish, im all happy again. its as if i have to force myself to be sad. which is really funny. hmm. glorias are interest people arent they. haha.

i got picked up. once again, at mos. yay for the free drinks. theres this thing about mos and the guys there. strange. the last time i went to mos, i bumped into darrel, who introduced me to this welsh rugger. huge ass guy who literally picked me up when he hugged me hello. i would think he could possibly toss me around in the air like the roti prata dude. haha.

obviously it was solely for the drinks i was after. hahah. im an alcoholic. i should join one of those helpgroups. hi, im gloria, and im an alcoholic. and everyone would clap for me. yay. i got my drink and went back to my lonesome spot where of all people, a guy came up and asked for a dance and when i looked up, it was benji! it was so weird. haha. benji as in benjamin as in bens older brother. i think he was as equally shocked as i was. haha. it was so funny. he said his friend asked him to go grab a girl. and he didnt expect that i would be there so save his ass. hahaha. funny how clubbing breaks awkwardness. i never really do talk to him when im over. apart from the superficial hi byes. haha. i wonder what ben would say.

we left for macs at liang court. i was way too boozed up to eat even though i was still starving. picked up a juice mag and bry spotted grace's picture in there. haha. my pretty babe. what a night, really, what a night.

love me, love me not

its so queer. i hate new years. the start of it at least. where everyone returns back home, return back to their daily lives. get busy. get on with things that are seemingly more important now. christine just left for san fran today. nope, it didnt end with teary goodbyes. we're just not like that. but somewhere between the i'll miss yous and have a safe trip, that emptiness was starting to creep in. who's place am i gonna crash at randomly for the next 7 months. who do i call now who would be there regardlessly. its so upsetting. it seems like a fraction of a prelude to my probable farewell if my darn school starts doing something about my applications to australia. i dont like the fact that shes so far away. and saying i'd miss her wouldnt do justice to what i feel. i'd perpetually miss her, or i miss her immensely could maybe, just maybe come close.

so christines gone. deal with it i guess. it isnt anything new for someone so close to leave. at least this time's temporal. temporal's good. temporal leaves you with the knowledge that someday, things will get back to what it was. maybe not perfectly, but somewhere, if God wills, close to it.

i'd wish for so much more. i'd hope for time to fly by faster. i'd pray for kevin to stop being nonexistent. it annoys me so much till the extent that you saying that you gave me 10months the last time seem almost too easy an excuse to use. dont tell me youve hermitised yourself leaving me to find out how youve been going out everyother day with jac and co. dont hurt me like that. our friendship's way deeper. ive been telling you to at the very least meet me to get your christmas present. you dont even try. and to think ure the only person i actually got something for. sadly unappreciated. that hyped up anticipation of seeing the look on your face when u rip the wrappers apart has become nothing but a supposed could-have-been stored somewhere at the back of my head. something that will soon be forgotten. i dont know kevin. id give u your time. i'd give you space. take whatever you need. just dont shun me away. i dont want to have to keep telling myself that our friendships deeper. i want to know it and believe in that. oh kevin.

i seem to have an endless list of things to lament about. i so sure im pmsing. hah. right.

i just spoke to yoke. and she got me excited over old photos, ive totally lost the urge to bitch about the ex boyfriend's engagement to the girl he left me for. hah. that sounds so evil. its a longer story than that. but as lance said, who cares. its times like this where i wished i was more brutal.

so SIM just proved how pathetic they are an institution again today. i hate being shoved around. i hate being redirected from one person to another. for a school that's international, so to speak, they should have a department solely dedicated to handling transfer and exchange matters. why offer australian/london/us degrees when you cant even handle proper liason between both schs. urgh. stupid. singapore institute of management. how appropriate. urgh. we shall see where the dude up there leads.

a senile dad vs a menopausing mother

i dont get it. why do i have to wake up to a screaming mother every single morning. i thought we've moved out, away from her so we dont have to tolerate her nonsense no more. or at the very least till march. urgh. i hate this.

u yell at me for the most stupid of things. you told me to find a solution to drying up the clothes and i got you one, you scream at me for giving you too many things to do. darn you. you blast about the bird. about the "mess" he made, of a couple of sunflower seed husks thrown around his cage, and you do absolutely nothing about the BOXES of junk gracie throws out into the living room. you complain about me not having a proper bed and compare me to gracie about why she has her room done up in a day and that mine still looks like a freaking junkyard, and you scold me for wanting to bring my queen over from the old place. and obviously we were doing one room at a time. as if she could move those cupboards without my help. duh. what the hell is wrong with you. why do you have to contradict yourself so much. if you made sense, i would understand. hell you dont. and you expect me to listen? screw off mom.

so as if dealing with a menopausey mom isnt bad enough, i swear my dads getting senile. so whats up with this rebellious kid cursing her parents. hear me out. its bad. my dad calls his medication, poison. comes up to tell me that he fed himself poison coz mom refused to accompany him to malaysia for another camp. suddenly imposes family time bible study when all of us already have plans, claiming that he cancelled his camp thing because he wanted to have family time when in actual fact, he didnt want to go because mom didnt want to go with him. and knowing him, he so cannot do things alone. typical. way too easy to see through pop. try harder.

next, he crushes up my howling life sized wolf silhouette that kio serene and i salvaged from the saab car launch we did early last year. it was sentimental. he crushed it up saying that ive been possessed by the wolf spirit. that that's the reason why ive been waking up late and sleeping at unearthly hours. like HUH? what? i didnt even know whether to laugh or cry. he picks up my alien toy friend, bob, and asks why i have a toy like that. and claims that i like to play rugby because ive got this ugly looking "buff" toy. like what the hell is the connection man. urgh. and he tosses it away into the dustbin, legs up. urgh! what is wrong with you. what on earth is wrong with my parents! what has happened to them!!!!!?!?!!?! save me before i snap!

body aches

so i finally went to school today. it was dreadful. boring australian rmit lecturer. the only perk were the movie clips she kept showing to depict examples of good/bad service quality. at least she was cool enough to sieve out funky interesting movies like jack nicholson's compulsive disorder. haha. funny. other than that, sch was boring. at least i had rod entertaining me throughout lecture.

oh, and they finally served good yummy hotdog croissant thingys for morning tea. and of course, my morning dosage of tea as well. had 2. which was fantastic by the way even though it gave me a hell of a diarrhea after. whatever. i had the handicapp toilet all to myself anyway. hur hur. so it was good. yay.

im home with a dreadful bodyache. i was just telling rod how i googled the symptoms of bone cancer. scary. body aches, fatigue, fever, anaemia. oh dear. i better start taking good care of my body before it starts taking revenge on me. apart from the fever, i have all other symptoms. ooh. not good. God, please, no. ive got too many things on my to-do list. :(

im scared. but whatever. its a phase i believe. i remembered when huiling got dianogsed with juvinile diabeties when we were in p6, i taught my sudden sweet cravings had a link too. haha. the wonders of what a 12year old can think of. bahh. i shall be a better person this year. bryan was tempting me with mambo last night. i so need to get back to sch life. i looked horribly shagged out this morning. till the extent that sandy asked whether i went last night. haha. darn it. i never do bother dressing up for sch anyway. guys there are way too pathetic. haha. whatever. day no. 2. many many more to go. boo. at least sch's only for 2 weeks in jan. and retstarting again before cny. rmit's warped schedule. owell. deal with it gloria ngoi. urgh. im ranting. boo. im off.

over and out.

hola new house

so its been 3 days since we moved in. officially that is. my furnitures still back home at wishart rd, but my things are mostly here. well, my animals are still there, but thats besides the point. ah, and so is my bed, but still. finally. after a month and a half of not being here nor there, we've finally pretty much settled in.

i think the whole new old house thing only kicked in after gracie and i went on an ikea shopping spree. that was fun. i quite like the idea of a working older sister. no, correction. a well paid working sister. haha. works just fine with me. hur hur.

so we've got boxes of stuff all around us, we've got empty boxes from the new furniture we bought, well, who cares. it definitely couldnt beat waking up to a flooded kitchen and dining area. yes, flooded. apparently my cousin attempted using the washing machine without the outlet pipe. so there, water everywhere. rather funny. no parents to turn to, or mother to yell for. fine, deal with it. we waded around for a couple of hours. i still like this whole living out alone thing. haha. one way or another, we got that cleared up.

next, on day 2, gracie and i were fixing up the new light we bought for the dining area when a huge mama ass cockroach flew in. urgh! wheres the cat when u need him. ive never seen a cockroach ever at my old place. too many lizards and a cat. it was dreadful! gracie and i started prancing around. hilarious man, i swear. but urgh, darn you roaches.

so what could ever be worse aye, we just got home from a HUGE dinner at jumbo with my aunty and brother, sisinlaw and cousin, and once again, the dining area's flooded. urgh. the stupid roofs leaking. somebody save me please. seems like our dining's dying to be an indoor swimming pool. boo! no fun, no fun at all :(

yet another year

oh man. cant believe another year went by like that. im sure many would agree. darn it. i doubt ive acheived much the past year. ive made some awesome friends, that is. did a tad too many things this year. nothing that productive, but still. at least i finally got my ass out of the country. haha. that was good. hmm, took my P plate off in march. almost got caught for drink driving twice. smashed the car a couple. sunand, shut up. haha. went to europe. met up with jane. left my retarded company. started school. clubbed aLOT this year. seems way lot to me at least. least to say, wala-ed even more. went for excellent concerts, recitals, fantastic renditions/covers. got closer to alot of old friends. still loving ben. done stuff i shouldnt have. yet procrastinated on much more. had way too much booze this year, and too little studying done. hardly was ever in school, got results that im not particular proud of, at least ive got the distinction to ease my soul. haha. started part-timing. stopped swimming. vietnam. and of course, the year ended with a blast with a hell load of partying. ;)

what wouldnt i give to relive this year again. to rectify the wrongs, to repeat the highs and to learn from the lows. id pray hard that id keep the faith. i wanna see more of God in my life. i should start on cell, maybe even discipleship. hmm. i need to lose weight, as usual. ;) i wanna start motorbiking, and perhaps even sailing. i dont wanna drift from christine even when shes twenty million miles away. :( id try my best to make it to san fran. and even melb to do my exchange. i want to love ben more. i want to do better this semester. id be better this year. club less perhaps (bry, dont tempt me) drink less too. hmm. i can almost feel my liver prancing around. haha. too much to do, too little time. we shall see how this year turns out aye. happy new year y'all.