Sorry for disappearing for 2 days (and not blogging). On Monday night I was at a concert (by the Ngee Ann Concert Band) at the Victoria Concert Hall. And on Tuesday night I was at a family chalet.

Before I talk about the previous nights, first an assessment of this year's Crimbo.

No. of Xmas Presents: 1

No. of Xmas Cards: 12

Thanks Kyo, for the wonderful present (2 dolls of opposite sexes in a kissing position and stuck together. v sweet. the guy's pants can be removed. tried removing the girl's, but failed as hands were stuck to guy's head.). I can now act out those wonderful poses and techniques shown in certain scenes in Love Actually. =D It looks cuter everytime I see it. Oh and I have VERY CLEVERLY (in my own opinion) placed them in a strategic (read: nice and dark and cosy) place on my bookshelf so that they can make out in peaceful peace and relative comfort. =) I love it!

Thanks everyone who sent me a card, how very sweet of you and you will probably get an ang pow card back from me. =D No promises though. There are only SO MANY brilliantly red (as much as I like the color) cards you can choose from and look at without, quite literally, seeing red.

Found out something on Monday. Felt...very overwhelmed at first, very pleasantly surprised. My mind was in a whirl. How could it be? How could it be ME? There are so many better girls in class. Sarah is 10 times prettier than me. Sonia is 100 times sweeter, cuter, kinder. Jawei smarter, better in pretty much every way. Sharina with her childish innocence. Sabby with her elegance and beauty. Flora with her funny page-flipping habit. Becky and her attractively slow responses. Jasmine with her shiny personality. Jesslin with her irritatingly flawless complexion. Mei Hui with her obsession with 5566. Jia Ying with her wonderful sense of humour and cuteness. I now understand the true meaning of liking someone "just the way she is". I'm still confused about my feelings though. So...give me time, everyone. I know u all are very excited and anxious to see new developments. Haha. And. If I see another "love is in the air" in ur blogs/nicks again I will STRANGLE all of you to death, you hear?

Concert

I was appalled at the audience. A bunch of them at the back in the middle row were very rowdy, shouting out their friends' (who were in the band) names. It was more like a pop concert than a more classical-music-inclined one (I'm not sure if the music they played was classical) in that way. They shouted and shouted and didn't want to stop. So some people got annoyed and a guy sitting behind us (my friends and I, one of whom treated me to this concert) shouted "KB lar!". I was appalled, like I said. They were throwing their OWN faces as well as destroying the atmosphere and reputation and everything of Victoria Concert Hall as well as their own school. Tsk tsk...

It was my first visit to Victoria Concert Hall, and also the first time I was watching this kind of concert. Well, the hall they booked (dunno if there's more than one) wasn't really new...it looked kinda rundown and the seats were rather hard. All in all, not what I expected. I thought it was a really grand place with plush seats. It does look grand, but just a little rundown.

The concert was okay, if a bit too drawn out. I really listened to the first two songs (which I thought was rather good. their coordination was a bit off throughout the whole concert, though), after which my attention faltered as I was really very sleepy. During the second song (I think), which had four movements, the audience started clapping after the second movement (don't think one is supposed to). Haha. It really didn't feel like I was watching a concert in a place of such class as Victoria Concert Hall. The appalling audience spoilt it all. But I am very thankful to YP for paying for me to come to the concert. Too bad she didn't perform in the end.

After the "last" song on the programme, the conductor walked off, and -get this- the BAND ITSELF started shouting "ENCORE". Sure, the rowdy crowd was shouting encore too, but I had a sneaking suspicion that it was PLANNED AND PLANTED. And who shouts for their own encores?! Maybe it's common practice, but it's weird to me. So eventually the conductor made a show of walking back to the stage and doing...1 or 2 more songs, I forget.

Rushed home after that. I had my econs tutorial and IDEA model to complete.

Family Chalet

Reached there at about 8 pm on Tuesday night. Settled down to eat almost immediately as I was sooo hungry. I'm always hungry nowadays. Helped myself to all the bbqed food and noodles and rice. And veggies (haha it's so weird to have veggies among all the other bbqed food. but it's healthy, so I ate lots of it.) Halfway throughout my "feasting", the lights went out. But there was still some light from somewhere so I continued eating, pretty much unfazed. Yes I was THAT hungry. Turned out to be a short circuit, if u're interested to know. Watched tv after eating. At 9 plus my cousin Hui Qi turned up, so I talked to her after she'd finished eating. She left before 10 pm. After she'd left, there was no more space to sit (no place where I could see the tv screen anyway) as my cousins and their girlfriends had arrived and I politely gave up my seat to one of them. I was getting bored with the programme anyway. So I went to sit with my other cousin Patsy (she is fourteen, same as my 2nd brother Ken). I elbowed her and said "Eh when's your turn?" (in manner of aunts at weddings), eyeing the couples. Hahaha.

After that I went out to sit on the bench and think. JN called me to ask about IDEAs. Then I called BK out of boredom and chatted wif her until my phone battery was low. I wanted to go home and sleep (v tired and slightly bored), but my mother had to help clear the bbq pits and all. My uncle offered me Tiger like 5 times. Even though I kept saying "I am underage", albeit in a laughing tone. Ended up reaching home at about 11.40 when I had to wake up at 6 am for school the next day.

Yesterday

Had WP (which was quite fun), then IPRA tutorial (which was super boring as usual). Decided to go to Toa Payoh library as I got onto the bus after dismissal. I paid all my fines (finally got a cashcard), then went to hunt for the books I like. Found none. It was really rotten luck. I couldn't even find a comic I liked, which is very rare. So I borrowed a book from a series I'd never read before (I saw Sonia reading it once and she seemed pretty interested in it) and 3 self-help books. 2 about happiness and 1 about the software we're using in WP (Macromedia Studio MX for Dummies. I couldn't find Dreamweaver MX for Dummies so I borrowed the entire compiled book of all the Macromedia software for dummies. It is bloody heavy as it is 7 books combined in one. I am mad, I know.) Lots of books on depression, maybe they can help some of my friends.

Today

Lectures all day long. Boring boring. After school I didn't feel like going home as the rest of my family was probably still at the chalet and my dad was probably still chasing balls around in buggies on golf courses.

So I went with Jia Ying to the main library to watch a dvd. We watched My Big Fat Greek Wedding. It's quite funny, though at some parts I almost dropped off as I was v tired and the storyline is pretty devoid of climaxes. And none of the leads were cute. But we had a good time anyway. With Garfield it is ALWAYS a good time.

Having a new year's day party tomorrow at Ryan's place. And in case a tsunami really does strike again (choy!!!) and we will definitely kena as Ryan's place is at East Coast, I love all of you very much. My family and my friends. This natural disaster really has taught me how precious life is. 100,000 feared dead. 70,000 confirmed dead. More than 70,000 relatives and friends, mourning for their loved ones. Never being able to see them again. We are so, so lucky.

Cuteness right right?

(Bottom row, from left): Jason, Aizat

(2nd row, from left): Urs truly, Flora, Sonia, Sharina, Jia Hui/Pengie/Jawei, Sabarina/Sabby/Bapi, Timothy/Timo/Timothia

(3rd row, from left): Mei Hui, Becky/Becks/Beckx/Pecky/Pecks, Jesslin, Jasmine, Sarah/yummiegummy, Jia Ying/Garfield, Andrew/Kyo

As I mentioned in previous posts, I'd planned to watch my Love Actually DVD (cause of temporary bankruptcy in me) with my brothers. After the first "fuck" was uttered I wasn't so sure this was THE get-into-the-xmas-mood movie to watch with my brothers (one of whom is only nine and the other, fourteen. both are perfectly susceptible to vulgarities and soft newsporn.) After the first flash of breasts (during which, of course, I asked Ev to cover his eyes) I decided I would never live to the next xmas if my parents found out that I was letting them watch this. After the tenth "fuck" and fifth sex scene (with flash of breasts. actually it was just a sex position scene. Just 2 pple naked and a bit of flashy breasts in full view. Just the flashy breasts could be seen, no other naughty parts.) I told Ev "Go sleep. your brother and I will go to my bed and finish this. (the movie la. I am NOT into incest.)" Ken understood him better and asked him to play his gameboy when he protested that he couldn't sleep anyway.

After a while I found him peeping now and again at my laptop screen ANYWAY. Luckily he saw no more dirty scenes. I found that he was actually uncomfortable hearing and seeing profanity (subtitles). Ha! Despite him and Ken's constant attempts to emulate the word (i.e they say "fish" and "freak" and "farmer", every word starting with F to replace it. but of course me and the rest of the world know perfectly well what they actually wanted to say.). LOL. Ok I shall be nice. And RO u are NOT to remind him or tease him (Ev) of this whole incident if you want me to live to the next xmas =p .

Well, despite all the erm, unseeable scenes and unhearable words, it was really quite a good movie. As in a good get-into-the-xmas-mood-and-feel-warm-and-fuzzy-movie-to-not-watch-with-my-brothers-but-girlfriends. Well. I pray that Ken's moral values are well rooted enough not to have been affected by the soft news. I'm sure he had no problem with the vulgarities though. Have sneaking suspicion that he uses them as much as the next ah beng in school. Dear, dear brothers.

Woke up at 12 pm to help Ev keep the clothes (we don't want him to fall out of the window, do we. as much as I pretend I hate him I don't want to be responsible for such a gory death.). Yes I decided that I can never sleep to the desired time when the rest of my family is around. No brekkie to be had except erm...ji dan gao and cheesecake (which I decided not to have because it felt hard. And I don't know how to heat it up.) Aha! I've just remembered that I still have Sarah's cookies (which I shamelessly asked from her). Yes I will be saved from starvation by my girlfriend's cookies. Hahaha.

Plans for Today:

• Watch F4 feature thingy at 1.30
• Watch MORE lurve-ly movies
• Lunch with family? Dim sum on xmas was my mother's marvellous idea. I hope it really is a past-tense idea by now.
• Watch Golden Horse Awards at 4.25 . Mmm...more yummy eye candy.
• Avoid homework at all costs.
• Dinner with family?

Yep, it's stay-home-and-watch-tv day. Speaking of tv, I don't know about the rest of my classmates, but ever since we learnt about the framing shots thing in DVPA, I've discovered that when I watch tv nowadays I keep on noticing the looking room and head room shit. It's slightly annoying, haha. Well. Happy xmas day to y'all! =D This christmas may not be so bad for me after all...

In order of "selflessness", from noble wishes that are for the greater good of everyone to selfish, personal wishes which are my own whims and fantasies.

1. A cure for all the "difficult diseases".
2. Everyone I love (and even some I don't) will find happiness, be healthy and live long, fulfilling lives. ('Tis what I pray for everytime I stand in front of the altar, offering joss sticks to my ancestors.)
3. That Miss Hui can get hitched soon.
4. I so agree with Becky. I have a strong inner wish to make a difference to someone's lives. The good kind of difference, of course. Size doesn't matter. I am selfish. Life is short. When I leave this world I want to leave it knowing that I have put a little bit of magic into some people's lives. That, to me, is what would make my life significant.
5. My family will become closer.
6. My 2nd brother can be an ass less often. And that my father will like him more (or show it in more obvious ways).
7. My baby brother can be less babyish. And sissy. And annoying. And that I will not feel guilty whenever he is so nice to me sometimes when he wants to be.
8. That all my friendships will be forever and strong.
9. My friends will discover/appreciate how much I love them.
10. My girlfriends will never find out when I am making out with the other =p .
11. Find out what the hell "saibeng" means so that I won't be so annoyed whenever Becky says it just because I don't know the meaning.
12. *hint hint* I am getting impatient in the love department.
13. That he is safe and happy, wherever he is now.
14. That he loved me. Or I didn't still like him. So that I would not get into my "weird" moods whenever I listen to any songs with lyrics that have any relation to my "situation". That I will not get a funny look in my eyes whenever I hear certain parts of my favourite songs ?�???? ????????? ???? ?????????�-???? �?????????? ????? ?????�-??? �??? ???? ?????? ????�-????.
15. That someday, somehow, he'll come back. Back to Singapore. Back into my life. As fast as he "flew away" from it. To see him once again.

At this point, however, I must remind myself (and everyone else) that I must try to be happy with what I have. And I am. It's just this unlimited wants thing la. Oh shit this econs is getting the better of me. Yes. So. I hereby announce that I appreciate everything I have (and don't), all the pple I know and love. All the wonderful memories I've acquired. My life. All of your lives. The intersection of our lives. Thank you, whoever it is up there. Thank you, for walking into my life. Welcome, and hope you'll stick around.

Happy you-know-what, everyone.

Arrived at the taxi stand outside school and enthused, (arms spread wide) "It's Christmas Eveee!" to Jawei, who immediately perked up and said "Yes!". Have a sneaking suspicion that a few more people in this world have been exposed to my madness (there were some people sitting around at the taxi stand). But oh well, it's Christmas. The next-to-perfect excuse for doing brainless but fun things. Which brings me to our christmas-hat-wearing-extravaganza.

Our whole class had on christmas hats from the start of the first tutorial to the end of the last lecture (at 12). We had a library tour in between, and yes we walked around the library wearing the hats. The librarian gave a presentation about finding information on the databases. No one was listening, it was just typitty type and nod nod and answer questions. And also switch to SP website when she's coming round to check. I really tried to listen to her and I did, for most of it. Cos it's Christmas and all and I felt sorry for her. It must feel bad to have to lecture a class who is wearing christmas hats and has no interest whatsoever in what you are teaching them and typing away and asking each other within earshot of the librarian how to spell their blog addresses. Hahahaha.

No class has ever looked cuter, I tell you. Nothing beats 10 odd students walking around the school in christmas hats. At least 3 lecturers asked us if we were going to do carolling.

But there were a few major bummers of the day:

• During the last (and only lecture of the day) lecture, a few lecturers came in and 'booked' those wearing slippers/inappropriate attire. A few of my classmates got 'booked', unfortunately. Apparently it was a desperate measure to salvage the image of our polytechnic as a few foreign lecturers had been appalled at our attire and behaviour when they attended our lectures.
• My favourite pair of wear-at-home Converse shorts is now spoilt (by my own hands, of course).
• Econs on Christmas Eve. What could be more bummer-y than that.
• Sharina's almost-lost handphone. Not actually a bummer, but it caused her (and us) some anxiety. Read her blog for more details, teehee.

After school I took a bus to Toa Payoh and roamed around there for 2 hours or so, trying to find the Love Actually VCD. To my dismay, none of the shops there had it in stock. Then I remembered that I'd seen the DVD retailing at a relatively low price at HMV. Thus I made my way to HMV, found it (yay!) and bought it for $19.95. The VCD was available there too, for $9.95. I decided that the DVD was probably more value-for-money and handed over my money reluctantly. But I really like the movie, so it's worth it. I suppose. Haha.

Yay and after that I went to Leong's house (10 mins away from mine) to personally deliver her card (save on stamps and gives the personal touch). I'd planned to just take a look at her door number, go back downstairs and slip it into the letterbox. But I decided it was time I grappled with my shyness, so I knocked on the door and asked her mother to pass it to her. Stop laughing already. I am shy deep down. Really.

Ate my takeaway lunch at home, watched tv, bathed, and attended my aunt and her neighbour's mini-bbq. Ah yes. At least this Christmas will be better than the last (more "atmosphere" and "mood"). I hope. *crosses fingers* =D

Just attended a mini-bbq party organised by my aunt (and family) and her neighbour's family. My aunt and her neighbour have been on wonderful terms ever since before I came to this world (probably). Anyway it was fun and I talked to my cousin (who is still quite young, late 20's or early 30's, I guess.). She has a daughter (who is still a toddler) named Summer. Summer's my niece. She came to the party too and I hereby declare that she is the queen of whining. She whined the moment she got impatient waiting for her turn at the Playstation, and she whined when she discovered that the 3rd controller she was holding was not hooked up to the PS (my other cousins were trying to trick her since she doesn't know how to play and was being so dominatrix-like).

Talked for quite a bit with Summer's mother, whom I believe is quite a good conversationist. I brought my christmas hat, which was passed around for some reason to all the sporty-er neighbours/cousins to take photos or act stupid in. Lol.

I love my mother's side of the family, especially my aunts and cousins, because sometimes I feel that they are so much more "real" and warm. I can be myself (as in personality) better when I'm in their company as I don't have any social rules or responsibilities I have to follow except for the traditional ones like dressing modestly, greeting your elders, etc. To me it is so much easier than trying to fit into what is the "norm" for the more "high-class", so to speak, socialites kinda environment. Not that I don't love my paternal extended family, mind you. Just in a different way and for different reasons =D. My paternal extended family (in my opinion) is more appealing in their sense of humour, for instance.

After I'm sick of blogging, I will be watching Love Actually with my brothers. Nothing like a good xmas flick to put you in the right mood =D.

Wherefore shalt I start? Have so much to blog and I fear that I would have forgotten 50% of it by the time I finish this sentence.

IDEAs yesterday was an absolute LAUGH and 100% CRAP. We were supposed to listen to classical music and NOT THINK and draw on a piece of drawing block. The exact instructions are as follows (copied from Becky's blog, thank her for typing it):

intuitive drawing

1) take 20 deep breaths. each breath gets longer den the one b4.
2) relax and listen to the music if u wan.
3) stop ur thoughts. do not judge. do not think. do not form mental pictures.
4) simply listen.
5) when the tutor tells u, pick up ur pen.
6) rest ur pen onto the tracing paper.
7) let the pen move wif the music.
8) do not control the pen. let the pen move by itself. do not judge. do not think.
9) do not close ur eyes. ur eyes muz remain open.
10) look at the lines in front of u.
11) let ur eyes follow the pen as it flows across the paper.
12) let the pen move to the music. let ur eyes move wif the pen. u r merely watching. there is no thought.
13) soon there will be no u. there is onli the pen and the music.
14) den there will be no pen. there is onli the music.
15) let the music draw itself.

adapted frm tutorial 01 IDEA module

Stop laughing, I say. It stops being funny when u have to DO it.

And you have to have a mini-lecture before you do it.

A mini-lecture which had a first slide that said "146,000". And during which the lecturer asked us what the figure could be. I suggested "the number of times we would have to attempt this module". But nuh-oh...it was the number of things we would learn in 10 years if we learnt 10 new things everyday! WOW SO GUESS-ABLE RIGHT. AIYAH WHY DIDN'T I GET IT. SO EASY.

A mini-lecture including a slide which says "How to draw?". And the next one helpfully screams in red "Just Draw." OH YAY HOW VERY VERY HELPFUL THANKS A MIL. And what if a thought enters ur head when u are drawing? "LET IT PASS." Yoga class ar?

So soon the music was on, and I considered the fact that I actually did have to pass this module. Despite being supposedly wrong about the meaning of the first slide. Thus, I decided to listen to the music and actually try to "JUST DRAW". (And since then almost everyone in my class has been repeating these idiotic phrases and mocking them) Well, I did manage to come up with a drawing in the end. Despite being constantly distracted by Ryan (who was sitting behind me)'s frantic scribbling/sketching/shading/crosshatching/whatever he was doing. And everyone said it was a hole in the middle of a mass of lines. Or an orchid. Or something. The "hole" was a butterfly. Asses =p. And you don't even want to know what Pengie said it bore a striking resemblence to. And today at Pizza Hut everyone had a good hard laugh about it again while I poofed into oblivion thanks to a little thing called embarrassment. Now I know that the ultimate insult to an artist is misinterpreting what he/she has drawn.

And we had to make a plasticine 3-D model based on what we "saw" in our drawing. And this all has to become our new business "invention" for this module. HOW FREAKINGLY DUMB.

I can now safely say that IDEAs is my least favourite module and Web Publishing is my favourite.

IPRA (which was before IDEAs; I don't know why i remember events in a backward sequence sometimes) was predictably boring, though the lecturer did make a slight improvement in not speaking at 1 decibel. He spoke at 3 decibels yesterday. Shocking, ain't it. He mumbled, we discussed the questions in the tutorial, he mumbled some more, and class ended before we knew it.

In the evening my family went to my cousin's house to eat tang yuan (glutinous rice balls, I believe they are called). We had dinner first, then mucked about in the study room with my cousins. Then we ate tang yuan while watching Extreme Gourmet 2 (featuring: fried lizards). Very pari pari. The tang yuan was nice. Got peanut and sesame filling. SCRUMPtious. I had two. I don't usually eat them, cos I ate them once and didn't like them (no filling). I have since changed my mind, as you might have concluded.

Ok now let's talk about (or in ur case, read about) today! We did Web Publishing (WP), which was a bit tedious and painful in the anal region. But also quite fun. The sense of achievement one gets when the desired effect/layout/design is acquired is immense. I quite like Ms Kua. She's quite nice. She's friends with Doris Nga(gagagaaaga I love the "Nga" sound). Why on earth are they so alike, I wonder. Haha.

During the break in the middle of WP, my girlfriends and I went down to the foodcourt to grab a bite (or two). When I was outta the lift I knocked into this guy's cup. I said sorry, and walked on to catch up with my girlfriends. Flora's face was like shocked and disgusted. I thought I'd spilt his drink on him or something. But no. It was 'cos the guy said "wa lao" and did the accompanying hand gesture (nope, not the finger. it's the raise-ur-hand-wif-ur-palm-facing-u gesture, which to me means WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU.) Well, what the hell is wrong with HIM, I say. I already apologised and it was he who was holding out his stupid drink. Not entirely my fault. And I didn't even fuss over the fact that he might have dirtied my sleeve. Well, okay that is because I don't usually do that. Anyway I came to the conclusion that most guys are crap and we are very lucky that our class's guys are so much bettter compared to *some* other guys. Petty and ass-holey baloney. I shall borrow Jawei's philosophy and say "With guys like that around, who wants to marry?"

After settling the grouping for the WP project (which went smoothly and everyone seemed happy with the arrangement, which is v good.), we had lunch at Pizza Hut. In which said topic about my drawing came up and everyone laughed. Haha. Never a dull moment with our class, I always say. Even during the times when the joke's on me. DVPA was after lunch, and we had a very very boring lecture (about framing shots and positioning ur camera which I believe I couldn't care less about. have u seen any female cameramen around, like, ever??) during which I had at least 2 very short shut-eyes. Then we did shooting, which was fun. As usual. Hahaha. One of these days we shall do an mv or something while shooting. Shooting is always funny cos the diff groups always come up with funny things.

I guess that's all for today. Upcoming (probably/maybe): Hamster Torture Tactics, Why Holland V is Better Than Double Happiness II and Name-the-Llama. And the usual sob-story about my pathetic xmas plans. My Exes. Okay starting to sound like a magazine cover already.

SINGAPORE-A children's cartoon shown on weekday mornings on Nickelodeon has allegedly taken the juvenile world-or, at least, the baby brother of one of my friends-by storm. Named Dora the Explorer, it is about a Latin girl trying to teach the youth of the world Latin. Noble as its producer's intention may be, I question if the children actuallly do know what they are learning. While the prospect of being multi-lingual at a tender age is highly desirable, perhaps the parents would like their offspring to first master their first language first before venturing into foreign languages? If, however, the first language of the said offspring actually IS Latin, this reporter has nothing to say. Or, in this case, write.

Dora the Explorer was created by 3 grown-ups.



Looking at the gentleman on the far left of the above picture, I am not surprised that Dora the Explorer has turned out to be so screwed such a...hit. This reporter conducted an interview with two of Dora's creators.

What makes Dora the Explorer different from other children's programs?

Val: One of the things I love most about the show, and something that makes it unique, is that viewers are asked to be active participants � not only by answering questions, but by getting off the couch and moving their bodies. Parents tell us they know when Dora is on because they'll see and hear their kids playing along with the show: counting, speaking Spanish, jumping, rowing, clapping, etc.

Ah. Amazing. A kid's programme that makes kids row.

Can you talk about the interactivity of the show?

Chris: It's probably the most important aspect of the show and the thing that kids enjoy most. Parents can always tell when their kids are watching Dora by hearing the kids talking back to the screen. We are also extremely proud of how successful we have been in getting kids off the sofa, up, and moving.

So that's how psychos are born and bred. They start watching such cartoons at a young age.

How long does it take to make an episode?

Chris: It takes about a year from an initial story idea to final music and sound effects.

So Dora should be 67,980 years old by now. Talk about an old-time favourite.

Well, it looks like Dora the Explorer is set to achieve greater heights in the hearts and minds of young childrens worldwide. Go forth, Dora!

Note: This is NOT a real article and the above "interview" is actually extracts from a real interview posted on

http://www.nickjr.com/home/shows/dora/meet_doras_creators.

P.S I think the monkey, Boots, is quite cute.

P.P.S Becky, does your brother ROW in front of the television and talk to the screen?! I'd really like to know =p.

This morning we had DVPA, and got to do some more shooting. We were lent the camera for about 25 minutes to go out and shoot 3 places in school. We chose our favourite bench for project discussion, MLT 11 (our favourite lecture theatre) and the Digital Media Studio (which looks very nice from the outside but gives me a dreaded feeling when I go inside because of all the horrendously difficult stuff we have to do inside sometimes). Quite fun. Then we had a lecture on all kinds of shots and how to frame your shot, etc. Which I will not go into detail in case you all lose your will to live.

Then it was News Writing, during which I typed the previous post. I'd wanted to salvage that post by putting my Hard News article (our very first writing assignment for News Writing!) but I forgot. And it was kinda in a rush, typing and printing the article. So I think I'll post it tomorrow or something. Or whenever next I can get hold of a school computer.

Next was FILM APPRECIATION. I still dislike the lecturer. We watched Spiderman (which I NEVER liked and STILL don't like). My dislike for the movie was intensified by the lecturer's almost constant commentary on what certain scenes in the movie represent. Most of which are so D-U-H. For example, during the part where Mary Jane confesses her love to Peter Parker (near the end), she said "And here's where the romance aspect of the story is tied up." or something along those lines. YAY I DIDN'T KNOW THAT THANKS FOR TELLING ME. I AM BRAINLESS AND IT WOULD NEVER HAVE OCCURED TO ME. *fumes* It is very very annoying when you are trying to actually enjoy a movie you do not like and there's this person who keeps rambling on about obvious things. PMS. Ignore me.

Went home and saw my brother at the basketball court in the condominium next to ours. Little did I know that an accident was about to happen (and to be witnessed by my brother and his friends). Luckily I was home by then. I ate my dinner, watched Xi Ling Men, bathed and went online. I started doing my Econs tutorial and almost tore my hair out. I'm sure I was not alone. I don't know how to do one of the questions (as in I only wrote one sentence) and I am sure the lecturer, who is strict and rigid, will go on about it and may actually READ what we write as answers. She will also probably criticise my handwriting. I TRIED to write nicely but sadly my hand didn't agree with me and not writing at all for 1 month plus did not help. I am not looking forward to tomorrow's Econs tutorial at all. And we have to be extra P-U-N-C-T-U-A-L. AND shut up for a whole two hours during the tutorial as she is the no-nonsense type. I think the shutting up part will be the hardest. Sigh.

Anyway just now when I was having dinner, I suddenly had this urge to watch Holland V. It suddenly occurred to me that it was not a bad show. I liked the script. I actually considered, for a moment, BUYING the vcd. Which has about four volumes and costs quite a lot? Not to mention that I think I am alone in thinking it is actually worth it. Oh well I shall shelve this idea for now as I have no money and I need to think it over. Not to mention that it sounds like a mad idea to the general public.

Then, when I was doing my Econs tutorial, I felt a strong urge to write xmas cards. Yes, I know, all my urges come at the wrong/weird times. Well, I guess I shall go and play KoL/GB or write xmas cards now :S. You know, answer my craving. Sorry for the boring posts today. News Writing makes me boring. Hahaha.

Yesterday, I went "xmas shopping" with Sarah and Sonia. My mum very kindly gave me 100 smackers to spend on clothes. We went to PS, then walked all over town. My mother specifically told me to get pants. I bought 4 tops from Giordano =D.

This post is so boring. Having News Writing now. Miss Hui said that my hair extension is nice! =D Jawei too!

1. PMS is an excuse. And a perfectly good one at that. Don't argue with us. You're not the one who's losing blood and having cramps AND feeling like a perfect piece of shit at the same time.
2. PMS is before and during u-know-what, despite popular belief.
3. PMS has many different ways of showing itself. Known symptoms of PMS include wanting to cry for no reason, actually crying for no reason, getting angry over "slight" things, mood swings (do not, however, mistake this for normal girl-type mood swings which have nothing to do with PMS. Sadly there is no way of telling one apart from the other) or simply just keeping quiet for long periods of time (pun NOT intended).
4. High tolerance and understanding is greatly appreciated during PMS.
5. Extra love, care and concern will be rewarded for during PMS.
6. Any attempts at annoying us during PMS will be strictly at your own risk. Life insurance companies may be seriously considering terminating contracts with males (including but not limited to boyfriends, friends, brothers and fathers) who practice such habits.
7. The "I'm right, you're wrong, as usual." (in our favour, of course) law applies twice as strictly during PMS.
8. Don't blame us, blame our hormones.

Read and take heed, dear friends of the male variety.

Not-so-bad day today. Woke up at 1 pm (one needs more sleep to make up for gruelling school days. but alas, other unsympathetic members of the family do not comprehend). Had nasi lemak for brunch, then went online. Watched a bit of tv, chatted here and there, played gunbound, and had pizza for dinner. The new Wishing Star (or something like that) xmas Pizza is not bad at all. Yummy scrummy. I shared with my brother a regular stuffed crust xmas pizza, 6 pc spicy drumlets, 4 pc breadsticks and had a whipped potato and kfc chicken to myself too. Fatness plus.

I guess I'll turn in early today. Am feeling grouchy and tired. I'll just maybe watch a feel-good movie and go to sleep. Toodles, mon amies.

Today was an okay day. Maybe that's because Garfield and I hightailed it out of the last lecture before the three-hour break and got the hell out of school at 12 pm. Went to Wheelock Place to fix my hair extension back. Another hairdresser (a female) did it for me, and she was gentler and more skilled, I think. She placed it such that it doesn't hurt that much when pulled, and seems to be much more "firmly" in place than the last time. =)

Then, Garfield and I went to Cineleisure to have lunch at Kinokuniya. Was going to leave after we'd finished our meal when Ro, with her new spiky hair and all, suddenly "bounced out" (as Garfield so aptly put it) and materialised in front of me. Hahah. Surprised and happy to see her. She er...showed me one of her friends, and I said "Oh! This is...Julie right?" excitedly as I was very glad that I actually remembered one of her friends' names and I'd seen her picture on Ro's blog. Ro's face went -_- and said "No. Lingfang." and I was SOOO embarrassed lol! Too excited I guess. Popped into HMV next for her to buy the Stefanie cd (she actually managed to get the gai ban or 2nd "version" of the album, which has a few extras. she was sooo happy hahah...that's our cute lil' garfield for u.) Debated for a while whether to wait for the performance to end (Stefanie Sun was going to perform before autographing) and then join the queue, which by then would already be super long and totally defeat the purpose of skipping the lecture as it ended at 4 and the autograph session started at 5, or queue then and there and get our albums signed before the cows came home. Eventually we came to a consensus and chose the 2nd option. It was 2.30 pm by the time we settled ourselves in the queue. We had to join the non-HMV-coupon holders' section as I hadn't bought my cd from HMV. The stinky asses. The non-coupon holders were placed right at the BACK of the queue. I finished an Agatha Christie book, and read a bit of 8-days. Garfield read my 8-days while I was still reading the book, and snoozed a little. Then it began to rain at about 4.15 pm. We all squeezed into the sheltered area (the back of Heeren, I believe), and I talked about how we'd met Stefanie at Holland V the other time. I hope everybody heard that, muhaha.

Stefanie Sun arrived at about 5.15 pm (yay not super late for once. among all the autograph sessions i've attended, that is.). We only got to see her waving right hand, microphone stick and occasionally her back. But we both agreed that that was quite enough, given the situation (being right at the back of the queue). Also, we really only needed to hear her voice. She sang 2 songs, and both were fantastic. Touched our hearts, her voice did.

So after an eternity of waiting (they refused to let us move forward to fill the empty spaces for some reason, and at one point in the queue a lot of pple were smoking outside Heeren and it was horrible, considering that we didn't have much space to move either) and not as much of squeezing as previously encountered, we finally got to the stage. 30 seconds, a smile, a flourish of her hand, and it was over. She's really quite pretty up close and when she smiles. But almost painfully thin. Sad to say that she doesn't seemed to have gained much weight at all during her one-year hiatus. But nevermind. Thin is supposedly good. And as Garfield said, luckily she's rich or she'd look like an African starved lady.

Didn't feel the usual immense sense of satisfaction and smiles all the way for some reason. Probably PMS. Garfield was really really high, and it was cute and heartwarming to see her so elated. I was glad for her and glad that I'd finally got the autograph, but I didn't look too happy, I guess. Cos she asked me why I wasn't happy. I told her it was PMS and she was really nice about it, tried to cheer me up. Good ol' Garfield =D . I guess it WAS PMS and...perhaps I am losing my zest for this idol thing. I was equally not-so-excited when I met Sly with Sonia. Or maybe I'm not a long-time fan of Stefanie, that's why. Oh well. Time will tell.

Dinner at KFC after that...we had the Buddy Meal. Mmm hmm...it was nice. I started to cheer up in between mouthfuls of deliciously unhealthy chicken. Then, we walked back to the MRT station, while admiring the "pretty lights and xmas trees", as Garfield put it.

When I came back to an empty house (all gone out for dinner, I supposed) I was in a really lousy mood since PMS seems to er...aggravate when there is nobody around. And I was worried that my mother'd blow her top over my hair extension again.

The good news is, I think she's noticed it. I was fingering it and sorta stretched it out so that she would see it when she was talking to me. If she was going to get angry at least I could explain my piece to her since she was talking to me. But her expression fell a bit when I played with my hair extension, and she said nothing about it and went on with our conversation. So I guess I'm off the hook? I really hope she saw it and she's not angry and I didn't read her expression wrongly or something.

After a bit of a chat with the dudes who were online, I decided that my mood was not going to get any better and so I popped into the shower (I was trying to delay my shower as no one was at home and I don't like bathing when I'm alone in the house). Felt better after that. Maybe it was the hot water, or the chamomile-scented shampoo. =) So here I am now, in a much better mood. Well. Long entry, eh? Toodles then. ;p

Similar, yet different.
Who's worse?
A shadow of your former selves.
I don't know what to do anymore.
It hurts me too.
Not as much as it does you,
But it hurts still.
I fear the worst.
Resurrection
I yearn.

You.
You ask me to ignore you
To wait with you
But your cries
They cannot be ignored.
How scarred you have become.
Mentally, physically.
My heart wrings at the sight
Of these scars.
Now I shed more tears
For you than him.
Alas, it seems
You trust no more.
You believe no more.
I try my best
To read between the lines.
But forgive me
Please forgive me
For sometimes fatigue sets in
And I miss the words
You soundlessly scream.

And you.
How to make you understand?
How to make you feel secure?
Guilt haunts me.
Why don't I talk to you?
I don't know what to say anymore.
I fear to make mistakes.
Mistakes cannot be condoned in such a situation.
Unforgivable.
I cower.
I mock ruthlessly at myself
Too scared to help?
What happened
To all those noble intentions?
Unforgivable.
You're still my beloved friend.
Do you remember?
Do you believe?

I just wish that sometimes
You would realise that I'm human too.
I can try to understand
I want so much to help
But how?
Has every possible way been tried?
Am I too tired to try?
Am I too self-centred?

A million 'how's
A million 'why's
Wherefore lies the answer?

I bear no true contempt
For you and you.
"Hate the sin, Not the sinner."
Won't you please
Let me in?
Or am I not
Trying hard enough?
If so
Then tell me
How can I try harder?
I do so want to know.

I pray.
Whoever is up there,
Make them realise
Make them understand
(Hell, make me understand)
Make them love again
Make them trust again
Make them...
Happy again.

All these words
Unspoken.
But perhaps felt?
I do not know.
I do not know.
Does it matter?

Let.
Me.
In.

Yesterday, we had Economics, INTRODUCTION TO PUBLIC RELATIONS & ADVERTISING (IPRA) and INNOVATION DESIGN & ENTERPRISE IN ACTION (IDEA).

Econs

The lecturer is pretty strict. Timo, Andrew and Jia Ying was late and she was unhappy that they didn't say sorry to her for being late. And she had a whole set of rules (all the lecturers seem to have become very strict about punctuality this semester. BUMMER.). After she'd introduced herself, it was our turn to acquaint ourselves with her (YAY I love this part).

She wanted to know our name, 'O' level L1R4 and our feeling towards math.

This is what I said:

"I am May. My L1R4 was 11. Math, to me, is about as fun as banging on the piano and paying $300 to repair the keys."

The class roared and clapped because the lecturer had mentioned, while introducing herself, that she liked to bang on the piano when she was stressed.

The lecturer has a funny way of talking. I think it's her tone or something. It's just weird.

The rest of the tutorial was all about CA schedules and how to go about getting your class participation marks, which to me seems a rather troublesome process. We have to hold discussions on the online forum and participate in discussing questions posed by 2 of our classmates for each topic. Everybody has to pose one question on one topic once and participate in 2 topical discussions. What a bloody drag. Why don't you just take away my class participation marks....

I left the classroom feeling pretty gloomy about doing well for the module.

IPRA

The lecturer is VERY SOFT SPOKEN and monotonous. We are so dead. His voice is soft, yet loud at certain intervals (lasting a few seconds only). He went on about his boring employment history (half of which I did not hear and of the half I DID manage to catch, I did not comprehend.). And he didn't ask us to introduce ourselves! Boo. After answering our queries about the module, he dismissed us 1 and a half hour before dismissal. We opted to stay in the classroom while Becky and her group went off to grab a bite. Aizat suggested creating a Friendster account for our class. And so we did. Empty moments (i.e when the teacher is not teaching) in class are never boring.


IDEA

This was oh-so-interesting. We have to have this module with another DMC class. 01, I think it is. I had to try even harder to shut up as the other class might not take kindly to my comments. But it was entertaining all the same. There were 2 lecturers, one of each sex and degree of youth (either non-existent or high, which means young.). Both are pretty nice. The old lecturer was very entertaining in his animated gestures and way of talking. He cannot pronounce certain words properly (I don't think it's a case of his command of the language, though. Perhaps he just thinks it is correct to pronounce the words that way.) and keeps saying "wow", "good" and "butbutbutbutbut". BUT(BUTBUTBUT) there was something very annoying about him. He kept on and on mentioning "MISTER Taufik Batisah". I am starting to think all our lecturers have been told to talk about him at all times or something. JUST because he was from our poly doesn't mean the lecturers have to go on and on (and on) about him and hang a stupid huge banner of him somewhere in the school (it is probably still there because I have not seen it and torn it to shreds) AND get students to give out flyers asking people to vote for him (YES they actually did that before the grand finals).

And after mentioning his name only about 232,423,534 times he suddenly said "I should be fair. MISTER Sylvester Sim is also very talented." (or something like that). Oh yay. Mention Sly's name only ONCE as compared to Taufik's 232,423,534 times and CLAIM that you are fair. HUMPH.

Anyway it looks set to be a really boring module once everyone gets bored of laughing at his antics.

TODAY

Web Publishing (WP or Web P)

The lecturer is cool and looks (and even sounds) like Miss Nga, our DTP teacher for last semester. Same hair, almost same height, same way of talking, same coolness and niceness.

She introduced herself (after talking about PUNCTUALITY, surprise surprise) and asked us to write our name and something about ourselves on a piece of paper. I wrote "I am mildly interested in HTML. I am looking forward to beautifying my blog using the knowledge acquired from this module." And when Jawei commented on how we were giving such a big piece of paper and I only wrote 2 lines, I decided to write in huge letters "I heart Sarah/Flora". Flora was livid when she saw it. "Why slash then my name huh? And [my name's] at the back some more!" Sarah wrote "I Love May and Flora". Sadly we did not get to see the lecturer's reaction when she saw what we'd written. Tee hee.

After that we did a little assignment about searching for definitions of some web stuff, and then we looked at some nice and not-so-nice websites. Then, we learnt a bit of the basics of HTML and typed out a short HTML document. It was pretty fun, really. And we have HOMEWORK! Typing HTML! How exciting *squeals with glee* =D

After the lesson we talked a little to the lecturer (Miss Kwa. Garfield insists on calling her "Bak Kwa", BBQ pork in dialect). Conclusion thus far: She is nice.

DIGITAL VIDEO PRODUCTION AND APPLICATIONS (DVPA)

We watched a video, got into our groups to answer some questions and a had lecture. Then came the only highlight of the lesson - trying out the camcorders (which are bigger than those people usually have at home, and the same model is actually used in some types of broadcasting by Mediacorp). We shot some dumb footage of ourselves, and it was fun.

The camcorder costs $5700 though. Hopefully I will not spoil it (or the other equipment) and become bankrupt by the end of the semester. This module doesn't look so bad now. At least we get to do some fun shooting. Too bad our project has to be about the library. But nevermind, we can try to make it interesting. And try we will ;p.

I realised that going home at 3 pm is pretty weird. I reach home at 4 pm and that is a neither here nor there time. It is not really early, nor is it really late. And there was (and still is) nobody at home. Peace at last? Wait long long. They are reconstructing St. Gabriel's Primary School behind our condo, the Circle Line further behind, and some terrace houses are being constructed or re-constructed in front of our condo. YAY construction work left, right and centre. Plus the wonderfully pooey smell of the door paint still lingers. Yes, I have discovered that it is the paint on the door that stinks. Not the walls. Oh well. Laters!

Since school reopened 2 days ago, I have discovered a certain pattern in my school life.

1. Wake up, wash up, change, grab breakfast.
2. Style hair.
3. Leave for bus stop.
4. Wait for bus.
5. Get up bus, start listening to music, and if it's not too dark and crowded and I'm not too sleepy, take out book to read.
6. Start reading.
7. Fall asleep eventually.
8. Wake up several times, occasionally being shocked by stretches of road that look unfamiliar to the sleepy eye, and think that I have missed my stop.
9. Wake up by the time the bus has reached Commonwealth MRT bus stop.
10. Get down at the Dover bus stop.
11. Walk to taxi stand.
12. Wait for Jia Hui and Flora to arrive first.
13. Talk to them while waiting for the others.
14. Start walking to class about 5 minutes before the first lesson.
15. Try very hard to refrain from making sarcastic remarks.
16. Fail anyway and make *just a few*.
17. Try to pay attention.
18. Ask Sarah and the others to go and pee with me, while in the process accidentally informing the rest of the class AND the lecturer of our not-so-noble intention due to loud voice.
19. Swear together when there is no toilet paper.
20. Acquire toilet paper.
21. Pee and go back to class, carefully making sure that we go back to the right classroom.
22. Go for lunch.
23. If there is still time after lunch (there usually is), go to the library.
24. Laugh about various things. Today's subject of laughter was Sabby's ginormous handphone headset, which I suggested may expand her earholes. Sharina suggested experimenting by measuring her earhole with the vernier calipers before and after inserting the earphones. Then, record the measurements (making sure there is no parallax or zero error) and plot a graph. Draw the tangent. Make sure the line cuts the y-axis.
25. Get "warned" by the librarian.
26. Leave for class.
27. Repeat steps 15-17, and 18-21 if there are breaks during lessons.
28. Pee and go to the bus stop. Wait.
29. Board bus.
30. Repeat steps 5-8.
31. Wake up by the time I have reached Toa Payoh.
32. Alight, walk home.
33. Bathe.
34. Go online.
35. Read blogs.
36. Blog.
37. Play KoL.
38. Chat to Pengie, Becky and whoever else is online and chat-able.
39. Go offline and try to sleep at around 11.30 pm.
40. Fall asleep at 12+ am.

Note: Step 2 may be skipped if I wake up late.

Each school day is a 40-step process.

I feel like a...uh...old person from the olden times. More about that later on.

My house is now extremely messy because

1. The living room was painted today. So all the stuff had to be shifted away from the walls.
2. My parents decided to let them paint the store room too (for WHAT right?! Store room so nice for what...) and so EVERYTHING from the store room had to be shifted out to the other rooms and thus there are now luggages, badminton rackets, various bags and swimming floats in my room. And I can't even walk in there anymore due to its minute size and the now-present clutter.

I feel like when we just moved in.

Also, the house stinks. I think it's because the paint they used for the living room and store room is not "scented", like the ones they used to paint the other rooms. Hahaha. Come to think of it, "scented paint" sounds pretty ridiculous.

I feel like an old person from the olden times because my mother keeps panicking and trying to unpack all the stuff from their boxes (to protect them from the painters, or rather, paint. I smartly brought Blinkie to school to protect him. But that's beside the point and I think I have mentioned that.) before it gets dark because she says it'll be hard to see anything and pack properly then. I feel like I'm in the olden times when there is no such thing as electricity or light, the way my mum is going on about unpacking everything before nightfall.

My parents' room's colour sucks. It is so light and I think it is supposed to be lavender. Anyway it is so light that it looks like white. Oh well at least it is not MY room. The living room colour is not bad though. Both the living room and store room are blue.

I am so hungry. During the last lesson today, all that talk about McDonald's and piazzas (piazzas, pizzas) made me hungry (more about school in the next post). And when I got home there was (and still is) no dinner as all my parents are busy trying to unpack before nightfall. Ah well. I shall go and assist them right now as I am in want of my dinner before midnight today. I just wanted to come online first and update on my smelly house situation. Ciao for now!

Last night I went to sleep at 11 pm. My youngest brother came to sleep on my bed cos he said there'd be no one to accompany him when I fell asleep. Ah well. I wasn't feeling all that brave either so I allowed him to. Okay the warm fuzzy feeling ends here.

He started talking and talking and I kept on asking him to shush up so that I could slp and not be a zombie the next morning. But he only shut up for 30 seconds and kept right on talking after that. Not answering didn't work. I decided that I couldn't sleep anyway with him jabbering on and on, so I joined in the conversation. But eventually he fell asleep and I was still awake. There was too much on my mind, I guess. School reopening, seeing my friends again, my 2nd brother not back from sending off friend at airport yet...kept trying to clear my mind but I couldn't. But eventually, after even my 2nd brother had returned and fallen asleep, I still hadn't nodded off. It was already 1.45 am by then. So I just lay there. Must have dozed off at some point as I woke up just before my hp alarm rang ( I don't know why, sometimes I can just feel it when my handphone is going to ring). The alarm tone was really soft, so I know I must have woken up just before it started ringing.

But all this is irrelevant. Hahahaha I am too sleep-deprived and thus I tend to ramble on. Don't mind me.

Now where was I.

Oh yes. First day of 2nd sem. The first lesson was DVPA, Digital Video Production something. It's about...u guessed it! Shooting and stuff. :S I see the equipment I scared alr. I'd better not go too near them lest I have a 'nasty accident' with any of them and have to pay through my teeth.

The lecturer was one I'd seen before and recognise as The Cute Guy's Lecturer. *winks* There's this cute guy who was forever talking to him last semester. So anyway, apparently his name is Mr. Low and he loves to say "...and what have you." So much so that I keep saying it in my mind now. -_- So anyway he's a new lecturer ("new" to our class and thus me, that is) and I was trying really hard not to comment too much as it can be quite disruptive and some people might not like it (though no one has really told me that before...haha. But I am a considerate person.).

He asked us to introduce ourselves and I said I love Macintoshes. I dunno why I said that, I hate the things. I had nothing to say and we had to say one line about ourselves. At first I said "I have 2 eyes, 1 nose and 1 mouth." Then some of my classmates laughed, then I said "I love Macs." Oh well. He asked "Oh, you love Macs. Do you use them at home?" I said "No...I love them so much that I don't use them cos I would probably spoil them." At this point I was stuttering a little already cos I didn't know what to say. Hhaaha anyway this teacher can be written off as Doesn't Get Sarcasm for now until proven otherwise.

Next was lunch at Holland Village, Burger King. Nothing much happened there, we just chit-chatted, all ten-over of us. And after that was News Writing with our old lecturer from last sem, Miss Hui. And that's when Jia Ying, Aizat and I discovered and started laughing about Hard news and Soft news. I think only Flora and Andrew might understand what we were laughing about ;p The rest of you are too innocent.

Then Ms Hui released us 1 and a half hours early, so we somewhat happily trotted off to foodcourt 3 to do MORE chit-chatting. I just read my book though, cos I was away from the "chit-chatting table" (full already).

GEM was next. IT WAS SO SO SO SO SOS OS SOSOSOSSOSOS STUPIDLY STUPID. The lecturer sucked. She was like trying all ways and means to dissuade us from taking that GEM. And she kept repeating herself. And her smile is so fake. She just didn't grow on me la. The only consolation was at least I wasn't alone. But this GEM sounds suspiciously like Literature, only we study current films (only as current as Die Hard though) and not age-old plays. Or books.

So, on the whole, it was a rather tiring and sian day at school. But I came home to a beautifully painted house. Sort of, anyway. My room and my brothers' room was great. My brother's room is now painted erm...deep yellow-orange, I guess. Anyhow it is a bright and happy colour.

Here's a picture. The colour is brighter than in the pic, I think, as cameraphones suck. And my room's colour couldn't be captured as it was too light.



Me: Hey...what a bright colour. It'll feel a bit hot in the day though. But it feels happy.

Ken: That's why. I deliberately chose a happy colour.

I walked off smiling and feeling nice about my brother. Don't ask me why. Perhaps it was the happy-walls. Perhaps it is his happy-go-luckiness and optimism.

My room's colour is quite okay. It looks bluish-green. But more blue than green. Actually it looks like my old colour, only brighter. Ah well. Anyway it wasn't as smelly as I thought it would be. In fact there was a faint fragrance coming from the paint, mixed with a little of its natural smelliness which the aroma could not mask completely. So all in all the house smells pretty weird now. Hahaha but I like the faint scent.

Okay I shall go prepare to sleep now. =D Good night!

I am going to comment on this year's Hong Xin Da Jiang because my hair extension fell out and I am in a foul mood. Okay la I just want to comment. But yes, the bloody thing fell out. Bah. Oh well.

1. The host is STILLLLLL Cao Qi Tai. Am I the only one who is sick of him? I mean, it's not enough that we see him on every charity show and Who Wants to be a Millionaire (chinese) episode?
2. Everybody thanks Mr. Ernest Wong.
3. Zoe Tay looked a bit like a tank in her dress. Ok, trying hard to hide her pregnant figure, but still...
4. Zhao Wei's eyes are monstrous.
5. Wilber Pan had too much foundation on (but is still gorgeous).
6. Gurmit Singh and Chew Chor Meng failed terribly at trying to "stall for time".
7. Jeanette Aw decided to wear a wedding gown.
8. Chen Liping had to have an extra ribbon tied below her chest. Fashion, schmashion. If you ask me, it's to help hold her ample cleavage >=D.
9. Fann Wong tried to be an ostrich (by wearing a feather dress) and happily "pecked" off the mike when Chen Liping tried to say something when it was her turn to thank pple.
10. I liked Joanne Peh's dress.
11. Patricia Mok didn't get into Top 10. Bah.
12. Michelle Saram didn't get into Top 10. Meteor Garden II watchers in Singapore and Taiwan are celebrating even as I type.

School reopens tomorrow *does mock dance* ! I have to go to sleep (or at least TRY) in like half an hour's time. Blah.

What an utterly crap start to the day.

I woke up to Michael Jackson's breathless mutterings in a high-pitched voice (which my brother Ken happily calls "songs"). At a VERY LOUD VOLUME. And I discovered that the computer's speakers have BASS too. So it was THUMP THUMP *breathless mutter* THUMP THUMP and so on. DAMN. So I stormed to my mother's room (where the computer is placed) and said "CAN U LOWER THE VOLUME?"

GUESS WHAT HE DID.

He had the CHEEK to INCREASSSSSSE the volume. And I just stood there and GLARED at him. Then he said "What, u asked me to increase the volume what?" (In case you are blind to the faults of pubescent boys, he was trying to be funny and give me cardiac arrest at the same time. 2 birds with one stone. GREAT DEAL EH.) So I just continued glaring at him and he stared back. And what was really annoying was that I didn't have my specs on so I couldn't really see if he was still staring back. After a while my mother shouted at him to lower the volume, and I took that moment to SLAM the door and go back to sleep. My life is spent loving pple who don't appreciate it. I shall STOP being angry for him when my father talks about disowning him again. BLAH. I hate my family sometimes.

Grrrrrrrrrrr.....then. Immediately after I'd slammed the door and threw the pillow over my head, construction work started. OH YAY. Defeated and grumpy, I decided to wake up at the ungodly hour of 10.15 a.m., since everyone/everything was against me and if I continued sleeping I wouldn't be able to slp before 1 am tonight. And I'm having lunch at my cousin's later.

So apparently I can't have a nice end to the hols. Oh well.

Anyway I have since formulated the perfect revenge plan. I shall blast Daphne's songs at the loudest volume my laptop can take before the speakers start spluttering, since Ken (Chua, not Lim) hates Daphne's voice. I'm not sure if he's still against Sly, so I shall not try Sly.

And when school reopens my brothers are both dead for disrupting my beauty sleep every afternoon. I shall take Jawei's very useful suggestion and TAKE REVENGE when school reopens. I shall DISTURB them at 6 am. I shall STARE at them and I will WIN because they will be asleep. Then I shall play loud music and...and...switch on all the lights in the room. Darn I need more suggestions.

I shall now go and listen to my special playlist with only my favourite songs to cheer myself up. Maybe I should listen to Josh Groban's song to attain peacefulness again.

I felt so guilty (for going against her wishes...during yesterday and today I kept remembering lots of nice things she'd done for me) that I sent my mum an "I'm Sorry" Neogreeting. A Neogreeting is an e-greeting made by Neopets. Did I mention that my mum plays Neopets? It's about her only source of entertainment. Besides the Gameboy Color. And, you know, watching us unfilial children make her angry. Okay I shall start crying if I go on. Hopefully she's not that mad anymore (like I guessed) and will talk to me again. My brother (Ken) says that I shouldn't say sorry as I didn't do anything wrong. But, well, I think she isn't that mad at me already, it's just that she's too proud to come and talk to me first since I have "let her down" (by not taking her 'order') and so on and so forth. So I'm just sending it to appease her anger and I really AM sorry for making her unhappy and angry. That's what matters, right? ("Right", I hear all of you, my wonderful friends, answer.)

This is the godmother of Priscilla Balloons, better known as Flora. =D



The Queen of All Things Pink herself, Beckx!



Pom-pom waver Extraordinare and Sly Screamer....Soniaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!



Ro, the Grumpy Cat famous for her monosyllabic "Growl"s.



Kyo, the er...King of Fighters.



Don't you all adore my drawing skills? =] It's not easy to draw with a mouse okay.

In the end I decided to drag Flora (who half-convinced to go today since sch is reopening soon) to Wheelock Place to do my hair extension. When I was having lunch at home (porridge. oh yay I hate porridge) I decided to pop the question (NOT GETTING MARRIED LAR). I asked (or rather, told) my mum that I was going to do a hair extension.

Mum: So where are you going later?

Me: *grins widely* To get a streak of coloured hair (note: exact words have been changed as I usually have to use weird lingo is only understood in my family to explain stuff to my mother, who obviously knows nothing about hair extensions except that Quan YiFong from Channel U did them)

Mum: *face change* Don't go and do it okay. Pple wear very fashionably then go do then nice one. You so lao tu. (YES SHE ACTUALLY SAID THAT. HMF) And Ken (2nd bro) has been asking to dye his hair recently and getting scolded by Dad and you will not be setting a good example. He will come and tell me "Why sis can do I cannot" later.

Me: *starting to get pissed* It is just a STREAK. of. colour.

Mum: Don't waste money. All the money I scrimp and save is wasted by you all. Next time I won't give u any pocket money.

Me: *fumes silently*

On the bus I thought long and hard. Why did she allow me to highlight my hair last year, and now, when I only need to get one streak of coloured hair that is not even damaging cos it is not my hair? I am already seventeen. Why can't my parents let me have a bit more freedom *at this pt u can imagine ur own version of a teen's deep desire for freedom*? Haiya that Ken forever sabo-ing me. He just HAD to say "why sis can I cannot". There are other ways of arguing his case lor. Anyway I think he said it once only. My mother tends to blow stuff up a little sometimes. So it was a dilemma. But in the end I decided to go anyway cos

1. I'd already asked Flora to accompany me.
2. I'm determined to show my mum that I can carry it off and it is not as bad as she thinks.

So I met Flora, and we waited in the salon for about half an hour, I can't remember. Anyway time passed fast cos we were talking. This couple came in and I was debating wif Flora whether the "guy" was a girl. "He" had a girl's voice and "his" face looked like a girl's. However, "he" was flat. But he seemed to be wearing a tank top inside. Aiyah whatever la. In the end I just left it at that and it was my turn. The hairdresser (who was fat and had ugly hair and stank of ciggies) clipped some of my hair and took some bead-like thingys. He put the bead-like thingys on my strand of hair. Then he took out a plier (i was shocked, like, is he gonna yank off all my hair?!) and took the coloured strand of hair. He er...sorta clipped it onto my strand of hair, bursting the 'beads'. And it just stuck there. Then he cut it to the right length. And that's it. Less than 5 mins. The cashier said I could come back wif the receipt and the hair if it drops and they'll fix it back if it drops within a week. 1-Week guarantee only. Haha. But 6 bucks only la. So what does one expect.

After that Flora and I walked around town. Outside Scott's, Sher Lyn spotted me and bounced up to me. She saw the hair extension immediately began to yank at it (WHY does everyone has that reaction. My brothers yanked it too when I came back. IT HURTS. It's not my hair, but it's ATTACHED to my hair so it HURTS, OKAY?!), while asking repeatedly "Real one or fake one?" I replied "Fake". She said "then let me pull and see if it'll come off". Eventually she got off her excitement and my hair. Hahahaha. That girl...forever full of energy.

On the bus back home I saw Kah Yee, my junior. She was sitting right beside me. I hadn't noticed as I was sleeping. I kept staring at her, wondering if it was her and hoping she'd recognise me first. Then she started talking, and I recognised her very blur but in a cute way voice. Yes. Definitely her. But being the blur blur person she is, she didn't recognise me. So at my stop I got up a bit earlier, then stood at the pole, smiling at her. After about 2 seconds she looked up and looked blank. I was thinking oh shit she doesn't recognise me or it isn't her. I am smiling like a loon. But 2 seconds later the blessed look of recognition came to her eyes and she smiled and said "Sorry I really didn't notice you!" Hahahah. Some things (or rather, pple) never change. I gave her a final wave as I got off the bus. I always love such little surprises life gives us.

When I got home, I went to get my dinner and watch Xi Ling Men. My mum and youngest bro were also in the living room. Everett passed me by and smiled in a way that let me know that he had noticed my hair extension. LUCKILY FOR ONCE he did not decide to stupidly announce it to the whole world and make my mum flare up. Maybe he has become smarter and his EQ has become higher after all.

But when Ken came back HE noticed too (I didn't know if my mum had noticed). After he gave it a few yanks, I said to him "Don't sabo me. Don't go and say to Mum why sis can I cannot and that rubbish again." To which he replied "I won't want this *yank* anyway." "But I'll go tell Mum." Shithead.

My mother said "Don't talk about her. She don't wanna listen to me so I shall not care about her anymore."

I hissed to Ken "Why did u have to sabo me? Wo zhen shi bai teng ni le! (All my love is wasted on you)"

He replied "Aiyah she'd find out sooner or later anyway."

I was going to proceed to ignore him but I am too soft and he was probably right. But he can be SUCH a jerk.

Ok here is the long-awaited picture (which u all read the whole bloody rambling post for, thank you), taken by my youngest bro, my new best friend.



Not very obvious, but most of you will get to see it next Monday. Ciao for now! =D

I've decided to go and get my coloured hair extension today. But I am too lazy to drag my ass anywhere. Just looking out of the window at the bright bright sun making everywhere bright and also hot tires me. And anyway I am still trying to decide between red and blue. Everyone has red and no one has blue except the terminally insane. And Sonia just kindly informed me that it is out of fashion since the rest of the world did it long ago. Ah well.

My youngest brother Everett has a brand new fetish: rolling around my room in my swivel chair (which has wheels). When I am sleeping. OH YAY. I mean, it's not that noisy but I have sensitive ears. And who is HE to scratch my parquet floor by rolling all over the place. Only I can roll my OWN chair and scratch my OWN parquet floor. HMF. I was tempted to shout out "why don't u roll urself out the door and not come back". Then after he was done rolling about (finally) he started his random banshee shouts again. Thus I woke up.

CAN'T WAIT for sch to reopen. CAN'T WAIT to wake at 6 am. Ya, right.

I was rudely awaken at the hour of 1 pm by the following:

1. Everett's (youngest bro) occasional pointless banshee screams and shouts
2. Kenneth (younger bro) watching a Tom and Jerry VCD at FULL VOLUME. HE IS FOURTEEN. CAN'T HE WATCH TOM AND JERRY AT A MORE GODLY HOUR (i.e. When I am not bloody SLEEPING?!)

And at 5.34 am (I switched on my hp to check the time so that I could write it in my blog. i.e. I was thinking of you, my lovely blog reader-friends even at 5.30 am in the morning) I was woken up by LAUGHING. Before you think towards the horror show track, it was my brotherS. I do NOT know why the BOTH of them happened to wake up at the same time (actually it is hardly surprising as the 3 of us often wake up at the same time in the middle of the night...but read the rest of the sentence) AND they BOTH decided to converse about something funny and started LAUGHING LIKE MAD LOONS. THE BOTH OF THEM. AT 5.30 AM. WHY ME.

So I got up to pee, and then when I looked up at my brother's room's door I jumped. There was someone there. It was my mum. I jumped as I wasn't expecting someone to be standing there. So thanks to mum's super sleep-induced glaring (or whatever it was she did, i dun know as her back was turned to me), they both stopped laughing for a split second until mum went back to her room. When I entered the room they were sniggering again. GEEEEEEEEEEEZ. I did NOT dream this up. I saw the time, remember? Ha! Proof that it really happened.

My family is full of lunatics.

"It looks like you had a fight with the wall and lost."

"i fought with the wall. time and time again. looks like ive lost. again. this "fight" with e wall is my only source of happiness.. it seems. "

I wish my guesses weren't so right all the time...whatcanidotoeaseyourpain???!!!! Sigh...I cried when I read that.

Oh finally, I hear you say. I have finally got down to writing this post! Hahaha. Yeah right. You all have been "awaiting with bated breath", I'm sure =p. Well I'm not very sure at all what I'm going to write on this post, so Rating To Be Advised.

Top 3 Songs which Make Me Act Weirdly:

1. Lan Tian-Huang YiDa
2. Wo De Ai-Sun Yan Zi (*winks at Becks*)
3. Qi Li Xiang-Jay Chou

Stay away from me if you know I'm listening to/singing any of the above, and it is at night and I seem to be feeling emotional. I am prone to talking and behaving weirdly. Weirder than I usually do, I mean.
The rest of this post will pretty much be a continuation of my very first OC Speech ;), which was about...Myself!
Ambition
I've always wanted to be a writer. It is, to me, a rather slack job in which I get to do what I love, AND stay at home while at it. I mean, how much better can it get? I get to stay at home and not move in front of the computer (one of my favourite things), doing what I love. Sure, there might be some rushing to meet deadlines, but it's still better than seeing clients' black faces right? Or putting up with hated colleagues.
But here comes the bad part. How many local writers do you know of? The fingers on one hand might be more than enough for you to count on. And of the local writers that you know of, how many are truly roaringly successful? I mean, successful enough to not need another job. And I am certainly not the best there is. Which brings me to my Flaws in Writing.
According to Leong (close friend from sec sch), the stories I write are so darn dramatic that she "can't bear to read on". (The previous sentence was supposed to be in my OC speech. Something like that, anyway. But I forgot to say it. Lol don't tell Constance.) Hahaha. But the happy thing is that she is the only one who appears to feel that way. And my english teacher once said that my stories are too unrealistic. Fair point, as I prefer writing fantasy. And fantasy is not very favoured in school or 'O' level essays. But I do so love to write fantasy. Thus, I ended up making my stories unrealistic. Oh well. Haha but this restriction is out of the way now that I no longer have to write for school. Which makes the last few sentences (and this one) rather redundant. But nevermind. Let's move ahead. And waste more sentences. Yeah, one last self-confessed and self-discovered flaw: my stories are getting very predictable.
There is also another obstacle standing in my way, preventing me from getting to that Bestseller list. Most writers are usually not very young. I'm sure I am not alone in the experience of reading a very satisfying book, and turning to the back cover to find that the author is actually this old and wrinkled person who does not reflect any of the wit and humour and whatever u like about his/her writing at all through his/her appearance. My point is that writing is usually a retiree's job. Roald Dahl was old and now, dead. J.K Rowling is not exactly in her flower of youth. Thus, I sadly realised that I had to get a cruddy job to last me until I am old and wrinkled (or at least when I am in my 30's) when I can finally land a book deal. If I ever do.
Also, local writers write local stuff. Those that I know of, anyway. They all write stories that reflect our asian culture and have asian characters. Throughout my entire English education, I do not think I have ever wrote a single story which is like this. My stories usually have Western-influenced storylines with english names. By the way I used to love deciding which name I should give my characters. I would spend at least a good ten minutes trying to decide which lovely christian name I should give my character. It was my fetish. But I kinda stopped when I realised that during exams there is not much time for such "indulgences". So, anyway, maybe local writers have to write local stuff to succeed? If that's the case, I am so dead. I mean, I'll be dead before I get a book deal.
But I'm still going to try my very best to become a writer. =)
Family
I believe I have divulged quite a lot about my immediate family. In case you missed them, here they are (and more):

1. Father: Loves to blast loud music from the stereo to annoy the entire family (and maybe neighbours, though they have never complained) and gratify himself. I have also realised recently that he walks around the house in a kinda pompous manner, taking big steps and erasing any doubts anyone might have that this is not his house. Oh I love my father, I truly do.
2. Mother: Nice. And soft-hearted. But naggy and can be quite shout-y like most mothers.
3. Younger brother: Annoying and so tanned pple think he is Malay. Obsessed with bball and Michael Jackson (shudders). Neglects his studies. Can be sweet at times. At very rare times.
4. Youngest brother: VERY annoying and so fair pple think he's a sissy. Obsessed with annoying people. I confess that he is very much like me in character. But I am not that annoying and my EQ is higher. Or so I like/have been led to believe.

P.S Yes, my brothers fight. A LOT, damn it.
Okay. I think that's all I will divulge about me and my life for now. Hahaha. Hope this post isn't as crap as I think it is. Cheerio! ;p

Before I start on the "Me" post as promised, I will first report on today's events thus far.

I woke up at 12.30 pm as I'd got a message from Leong "inviting" me to her house to play the XBox with her sister, who wanted a "companion" for the game she was playing, Halo. So I washed up, went online and went adventuring in KoL, read a few blogs and had spaghetti for lunch (yummmmmmm yum). At 2.07 pm I reached Leong's house, and her sister and I proceeded to play Halo as she watched on, making very helpful comments (e.g. This game makes me dizzy) from time to time. =) Halo and Halo 2 are extremely boring games in which you have to turn around all the time in order to find the stupid aliens/monsters and it is quite hard to get a proper shot at them. Also, they howl in the most horrible way when they are killed. But still, it was nice of them to invite me and I got to kill a bit of time and boredom.

Soon, however, I was dropping off (only 8 hrs of sleep!), so I left at 5 pm. I couldn't resist buying an ice-cream from 7-Eleven (Paddle Pop! Lol). Oh dear. Can't seem to be able to control my cravings nowadays. I JUST had a sundae 2 days ago. I will get fat soon like my brother says.

Today, I went out with a bunch of friends to celebrate a friend's birthday. We went to PS. She looked shocked to see so many pple waiting for her when she arrived as I hadn't told her that so many people would be coming. Her expression was monumental.

We went to watch Shutter. I think I have obtained a pHD in the Studies of Popcorn In the Dark, thanks to that movie. The screen was big, so there was nowhere else for me to look whenever the scary music started. So I studied the shape of the popcorn in the popcorn box. I think I may have also graduated with honours from the Studies of When It is Safe to Look at the Screen During a Horror Movie. Subtopics include Studies of the Duration of Scary Music (Chapter 1: Only look up when the scary music has ended) and Studies of the Intensity of Screams (Chapter 1: Only look up when the screams have reached and passed its fever pitch). Well, call me a coward if you want, but I heard from my friends that they couldn't sleep after watching it. And I DO want to sleep, thank u very much. Thus, missing 1/4 of the movie was the "only" way.

After that was walking about PS and deliberating on where to have dinner. Then, actually HAVING dinner at last. Went to lots of gift shops after that, as JN wanted to buy gifts. And then she had to leave for her job, and b-day girl and I contemplated whether to go bowling at East Coast. In the end, b-day girl decided no and we went home. Long and lonely walk of 1 bus stop when I got off the bus, as I decided that I was too scared to take the back alley. After about five minutes of walking along the rather deserted but still relatively safer than the back alley, I was starting to think maybe that wasn't such a great alternative after all. So anyway I just continued walking faster. And I'm happy to say that I reached home safe and sound, if a bit creeped out that I had to walk home alone.

Anyway I have decided never to watch another horror movie unless it is someone's birthday (and the person insists, so it would be spoiling his/her birthday if I don't watch) or if there is really really really no choice. So don't force me to watch any more horror movies okay? Haha. To be frank I've never watched a horror movie in my entire life until this year when my classmates wanted to watch Art of the Devil. So now u know why I am so traumatised by horror movies. OK anyway i will move on to a happier topic in the next post: Me! Hahaha.

Today!!! I went to my cousin Ro's house. It was pretty fun.

But first, let's start from the beginning. This morning I woke up suddenly at 8.30 am (I do this a lot when I'm scared that I'll be late for something), feeling very refreshed. Then I decided that it was still the "crack of dawn" and thus too early to get up. So I went back to sleep. My mum shouted into my ear to wake me up at 10 am (well, it felt like she'd shouted in my ear cos it was so LOUD but I got my voice volume from her, so that might not be the case after all.) I decided to wake up at 10.30 am, so I just groaned and went to sleep on my brothers' bed (she just wanted me out of the way just so she could mop the floor). So at 10.30 am, I decided to wake up or be late for my little date with Rowwie. Ok I don't know why I like to talk about what time I woke up. It's so mundane. Haha.

Took 105 to YMCA bus stop, then changed to 190. I missed TWO 190 buses, one when I was climbing the overhead bridge (almost reaching the stop but the driver was like SPEEDING and I was scared that i'd slide down the stairs in that totally hurtful way...so I missed it.) and another when I was sitting at the bus stop, reading, and when I saw the bus and got up to flag WHOOSH was all I got. News Flash: Bus drivers may be jerks. Got off at cck interchange, and walked around LOT 1 trying to find the Delifrance. Allow me to digress a little at this point. LOT 1, in my humble opinion, wins hands down for the Dumbest Name for a Shopping Complex (or anything, for that matter. Except maybe a car park. *sniggers*) prize. All the shops are pretty small, too. Like TS and Mini Toons...their branches at Lot 1 all seem smaller. Okay. Ro said that the Delifrance was "at the back of Lot 1", so I walked out past the Mac's. But nothing leh. Then she called me and said that it's IN Lot 1 at the back. So may I comment at this point that the design of Lot 1 is leaves much to be desired, too. Oh, and dun even GET me started on the XMAS DECO. I mean, giant candy sticks and lollipops arranged like a mobile (think thing hanging on top of baby's cot)? How very pretty and real. Not.

Ok then after a very nice but very not filling lunch (Potato Gratin..slurp slurp yum yum...gastronomic heaven ^_^) at Delifrance, we went to CCK library as she wanted to borrow some books from the school book list i.e. for homework. When she'd finally picked out 2 that she might be able to read without dropping dead from pure boredom, the borrowing station very kindly informed us that her library card was not working. Mine was full, so we approached the counter staff like the machine had advised. After waiting for an eternity as there was only ONE counter staff and she was on the phone and there was a patron in front of us in the queue, another staff attended to us and told Ro that her student pass was required. Which she did not bring. Oh yay what a lucky day for us.

Mucked about at PS trying to find certain marvellous vcds (of course we didn't succeed), then took a bus to her condo. Got changed...and then. Looked out of the window. THREE GUESSES WHAT HAPPENED NEXT...

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OK LA I SHALL TELL U NOW SO SICK OF DOTTING.

It was drizzling. So we walked about the house in our swimming costumes as there was no one else around and we wanted to be able to rush down once it stopped raining/tooo lazy to change. I helped her install The Sims 2. While it was about to finish installing, we decided to go anyway. It was only a light drizzle and it seemed like it wasn't going to get heavier OR let up. So off we went. It was pretty breezy and the water was not very warm. But we still had fun mucking about. We did dumb things like:

1. Swimming against the current in the wave pool (which is still pretty strong) in order to burn more calories as we were both disgusted by our rotound tummies
2. Underwater poses
3. Somersaults (underwater, of course)
4. Standing still and floating about in the wave pool, letting the current carry us away. I was feeling crazy and there was no one else in the pool so I said stuff like "No, no!!! Ahh! Help." at the same time.
5. Splashing
6. Swimming without moving our legs, then swimming without moving our arms. The former made me understand how it felt like to be a handicapped swimmer, and the latter made me feel like a frog.

Haha...after an hour or so of not-very-effective-in-terms-of-calorie-burning swimming, I announced that my stomach felt flatter and we went upstairs to shower.

It feels good to shower after swimming. Better than showering normally, I mean. For some reason. Then after that we were all warm and toasty in proper clothes. And we had a yummy tea of Carrot Cake (supposed to be Ro's breakfast, which she "sacrificed" to have brunch with me). It was, as I said, yummy, if a bit on the salty side. It was nice and hot (thanks to the marvellous invention of microwaves and my cousin's intelligence, which of course runs in the family, for knowing how to operate one). Mmm...raining outside, warm and cosy in proper clothes after freezing in swimsuits, nice hot food...what more could one ask for? A fireplace, that's what. Haha jk God! Don't punish me! I was JUST KIDDING. I appreciate everything and everyone I have (or don't have)! Seriously.

Ok then she played the Sims 2 (successfully installed! =D) and I watched for a while, went to play KoL, then went back to watch. I decided to leave at 7 pm, but my aunt told me she'd cooked my dinner, so I stayed for dinner. Ended up leaving at 8.30 pm. My uncle kindly offered to drive me to CCK station.

I discovered a lot of similarities between my uncle and my father (they are, after all, brothers), but he is nowhere as annoying as my father. Oh well. Lucky Ro. Haha.

So then I found myself waiting at the YMCA bus stop AGAIN, missing a 105 as I was climbing the overhead bridge AGAIN (in fact I think I was standing on the same step when I missed the 190 earlier on). And I missed another as I was on the phone.

Bought a hot fudge sundae at Mac's (they didn't have the "incredibly delicious" caramel sundae which I wanted to try...surprise surprise. Bad day.) to cheer myself up because of the bad luck I'd experienced all day.

Reached home at about 10.40 pm. Mum was not as enraged as expected (She'd cooked my dinner, and I came home late and ate dinner already.), so I might not be so unlucky after all. Lady Luck may have been enticed back to my side due to some unknown reason. I am, as usual, talking bollocks.

Anyway I am very happy that I got to spend time wif my best cousin Rowwie. (tho she hates it when I call her Rowwie. )It was worth the one hr plus travel time. Also, I got to borrow the fifth book in one of my favourite series. =) I love everyone that I love. Nighteyyyyyyyy

1. For some reason I wanted to call the teacher but called out "Mummy!" instead. I was super duper embarrassed. I shouted really loud and everyone heard me. Thankfully everyone just stared for a while and carried on with their work. No one laughed out loud. Whew.
2. The first time I gave in to temptation and played catching with my classmates, I fell onto the muddy ground. And had to go to the General Office to borrow a skirt. They only had huge skirts, so I ended up wearing a really baggy one. The stupid teacher laughed at me when she saw it. This event was so traumatising that I went back to reading during every recess and watching others play hopskotch. And later, doing prefect duty. And I never did play catching ever again. Maybe it's cos of this event that I hate running and outdoor sports.
3. I was always the class rep (but not monitress) or something in pri sch, and the teachers always asked me to take stuff for them. Once, a teacher asked me if I knew where her table was in the staff room and asked me to take something from there. I had an idea of where it was and said yes. Anyway, I thought, I could always ask the other teachers there if I forgot where it was. Thanks to my stupid direction sense, I couldn't find it and asked this elderly teacher, who didn't know where it was. In the end I had to go back and ask the teacher where her table was. She was pretty pissed off and said I was stupid to say I knew where it was when I didn't. So embarrassed and sad =( .

Haha. Don't think there are any more. Anyway they are so embarrassing I think I will get depressed if I go on. Haha.

I remember the following people from my primary school:

1. Wu Mei Qin (I think her name was sth like that.): I remember her cos she smiled when she saw that she'd failed her test. I told my mum and she said one shouldn't do that. One of my first moral lessons? Haha.
2. Sashi (or sth like that. this is just a short form): He was this FAT indian guy who lent me his Enid Blyton book (I still remember that it was called The Magic Snow Bird) and I returned it to him. I put it on his table. Then I think I went walked off or something. After that he said I hadn't returned it to him. I was very sure I did lor. Then he made me give him another of my Enid Blyton books in "exchange" for the book I "lost". HMF. Stupid guy.
3. Caroline: She who told me that vampires really exist and one of them lives in Hougang. I couldn't sleep at night for days without imagining fangs sinking into my neck.
4. Grace: First person ever to call me a lesbian cos I was really close with one of my best friends. She's also the petty kind, if I remember. I hope u're not her.
5. Priscilla: One of my close friends then. A damn funny girl who liked to make me say taboo words. Hahaha. I still remember that we always had short phone conversations because she had like 3 sisters and one of them always wanted to use the phone. I remember that she once said that one of them would "book" the phone for morning, one for afternoon and one for night. She also had asthma and there was once when she had an attack or something and disappeared from school for a very long time. I remember missing her.
6. Something Wei: This funny guy who only stayed with us for Pri 1 and left in Pri 2 or something. I remember that he hurt his hand once and our chinese teacher said that he could write better and faster than some of us even though his hand was injured.
7. Some girl whose surname was Pan: She was a very slow learner (I wouldn't call her retarded, though. But I heard she was sent to a special school later on.) and the teachers asked me to help her. However I'm not a very patient person and she wasn't making things easy for me, either. Once I hit her or something cos she was being difficult and she said she'd tell her mummy. I was really scared and cried when I got home. Then it dawned on me that she couldn't do anything to me except get the teacher to scold me and I decided not to be scared anymore as I decided that the teachers couldn't do anything else besides scold me. It was a life-changing event as I stopped fearing the teachers so much cos I knew they couldn't do much to harm me. I didn't become an outlaw, though. I just stopped fearing things like asking them stuff.
8. Angeline and Azaleas: My hao jie mei from pri sch. Best friends. They fell out wif each other or something after pri 4, and I kept trying to get them to patch up. But I never succeeded. And Angeline changed a lot (they both did, actually) and even made use of my will for them to patch up to get me to walk her home. I was very upset about that and wondered what happened to our childlike innocence. Ok i shan't go on as there's a very good chance that one of them may chance upon my blog. Though I do mourn a lot for our lost friendship...and I do have a lot of sweet memories of the times the three of us spent together...
9. Mrs Tang: My chinese teacher from pri 1-2, 5-6. I liked her a lot, though she was really mean when I was in lower primary (she's mean to all the lower primary classes as they are childish and it's hard to control them if u're not mean). She was much nicer when I was in upper primary. I liked her because she was always in tune with what we liked, and could 'identify' with us. I guess that was because she was rather young. I dunno where she is now...heard from Jerry that she got transferred to Ang Mo Kio Secondary or something. Miss her way of teaching...I think she instilled a love for chinese in me.
10. Jerry: Good friend from upper pri, fellow bookworm and intelligent conversationist.
11. Janice, Sumitha: Best friends from upper pri...they didn't like each other very much at first though. It's hard having two best friends, I tell you.
12. Tan Sze Jia: This "rival" of mine from pri 5&6. I don't know why, but I just couldn't get along with her. Maybe I couldn't stand the fact that whenever the chinese teacher called "Si Jia", BOTH of us would stand up. (This went on until Mrs Tang quickly wisened up and resorted to calling us by our full names) Anyway I was almost friends with her once, when I offered my friendship when her gang sorta split. But after that her gang got back together again, and well that was the end of that.
13. Yee Rae: Heck, I never knew how to spell her name correctly. She was this cute little girl with silky hair and chubby, rosy cheeks. Was quite good friends with her in lower primary, but kinda lost contact in upper pri. I heard that she'd become sorta bitchy and was sorta the cause of Sze Jia's gang's split-up. But I never heard HER side of the story, so I dunno.
14. Yan Wei: This guy with short, curly hair who was also in my kindergarten. I remember that once in kindergarten, I pulled his ear or something. Then he cried and said that his ear got problem so I wasn't supposed to touch it. Then the next day his mum came and scolded me for pulling his ear. It was damn weird. I got pretty scared and cried. (I was a crybaby when I was young. But one fine day I decided that crying solves no problems and gets u nowhere. I then became allergic to crying in public/letting pple see me cry.) Anyway because of this incident my impression of him was always a petty little ass.
15. And there was this other girl from my kindergarten called Pei something...Pei Jian or Pei Wen, I really can't remember. All I know is that I think I was pretty close to her. I only remember her jacket pattern. Yes, I know my memory selection is pretty weird. Hahaha. But it'd be nice if I could find her someday.
16. Mrs Huang: This chinese teacher in pri 3 who was really fierce at first (and at times when u dun do ur hw), but turned out to be really quite nice. She was really loud and called me a vampire once for jumping about (think I was queuing for something), but I have quite a good impression of her. Hahahaha...she was a library teacher-in-charge and I was a librarian, and I think she treated me pretty well. Oh, and I remember that once or twice when we were supposed to be doing duty in the library, she let us watch TV. Damn nice right? ;p

Ok if I go on u all might fall asleep. Hope u guys enjoyed this walk down memory lane with me. I miss Pengie and Sarah already. Bah. My most constant companions online and offline. Hahaha ok I shall stop being mushy and go to sleep. =p.