Went to Cheryl (Tan)'s house today. It was supposed to be a swimming and tanning outing, but guess who got the reds just two days ago? I tagged along anyway because Cheryl insisted that I did =) .

We were supposed to meet at Eunos MRT at 2 pm. I missed the stop where I was supposed to alight because all I saw near the bus stop was what looked like a bus interchange. And I didn't know the area well. But as the bus drove past the bus stop, I saw the MRT station somewhere near the bus interchange. Panicking, I pressed the bell and alighted at the next bus stop, which (as it happens) is a long distance away from the previous one. Lady Luck must have spat at me when I was born and decided that I was not worth her attention.

So I walked back to the MRT station. It took me about ten minutes, and it was a really hot day. I thank the heavens that my direction sense hadn't failed me for once and I'd actually remembered the direction the bus had turned and everything.

As I approached the MRT station, this person called Stephanie from Jobstreet called me and said I have been chosen for an interview with her manager. I am to turn up this Sunday at 1.30 pm (she asked if i was free today or tomorrow, but I said no, so Sunday it was.) in formal clothes ("The dress code will be business attire."). Basically all that was going through my head at the time was ??????????!!!!!!!!!!!!. I hadn't applied for this interview and why on earth should I be offered an interview at the time when I least wanted a job?! Like I said, I am probably the Toy of the Century to whoever is up there. And, oh, I am supposed to bring a resume. I don't even know how to write a resume.

I told the person "Er...actually I don't think I applied for this." "But your name is in our database." "Er...is there an age limit?" "Actually, I'm not very sure about that. You might want to ask our manager when you see him at the interview?" And so she gave me the address to their company and that was that.

I have already decided that I shouldn't go because 1. I do not know how to write a resume 2. I did not apply for this so it might be a fluke. 3. Fate is so obviously playing games with me and I will not bite this time. 4. I do not need/want a job at the moment, thank you very much.

However, a few things are nagging at me.

1. What if I accidentally applied for it some time ago and forgot about it? (Highly unlikely, but with my memory? It might just be a possibility.)
2. Isn't it rude to just not go for the interview? Shouldn't I call back and cancel the interview like the responsible tertiary student I am? But then again I don't really want to. They can just be happy that they have one less person to interview, right?

HOW?? This is such a pain in the rear. Why do such things happen to me? (Okay, don't answer that.)

So anyway. After my conversation with this Stephanie ended, I went to meet Grace, May Yee (from 04) and Cheryl at the station. It was already 2.30 pm. Cheryl's mum dropped us off at a building with a Cold Storage (I must say her estate looks very ulu =p) and we bought drinks of the non-alcoholic variety (being good girls). Grace wanted instant noodles for lunch, and was taking her time (i.e a looong time) to choose the flavour.

Grace: Hmm...should I get this flavour or that?

Me: (through gritted teeth) Grace, I am having my period.

Grace: ! *grabs the seafood flavour and grins sheepishly at me*

Then it was running after the bus (the third time today, for me. Yep. It is Let's-Make-May-Run-After-the-Bus Day. Again.) to get to Cheryl's condo. Popped into her apartment to get the orange ice cubes she'd made, an ice box and suntan lotion. And then we went down to the pool.

As soon as I saw the pool I started cursing all womanhood for being cursed with menstruation. It is truly unfair. The pool looked so inviting and it was such a hot day. I wouldn't have minded if someone pushed me into the pool. But let's not be disgusting, shall we. We poured ourselves Sprite with orange ice cubes. Ta daa! Instant Orange McFizz. It was damn good, I'll give Cheryl credit for that ;p . Points taken off for using swimming pool water to fill up the ice box though (to keep the Sprite cold. No contact whatsoever was made with our drinks. But still. The yuck factor was there. Think Newater.)

Then they all got into the pool while I lounged quietly on the chair, reading a book, occasionally giving Cheryl the finger whenever she commented loudly about how some poor things couldn't swim because they were having their periods. I had my fun, though. Grace was hesitating about getting into the pool, so I stood behind her and pretended to push her. She panicked and fell in herself. It was a truly hilarious sight. And later, after they'd all got out of the pool and was starting to get nice and dry, Grace and I pushed Cheryl into the pool (thus showing a couple of raucous boys how it was done-more on that later) for getting a B+ in ICP. Twice, because she said after coming out of the pool the first time round that she thought she might have got an A for the paper because she got a C for the project.

The young residents in Cheryl's condo are truly gifted at wreaking havoc. There were a few pri sch boys in the pool who shouted the F word every so often like nobody's business and actually put the chairs and tables surrounding the pool into the water. I am serious. They lowered one chair and one table into the water and stood on them. What is the point? That was when I decided that the swimming pool had questionable hygiene levels. And there was also this young boy filming the raucous boys in the swimming pool with a camcorder upstairs, from his window. The raucous boys were shouting at him to stop. *shakes head*

After the others had had their showers, we went to Suntec for dinner at Subway. Pranced around like drunkards like we usually do when we go out, but had most interesting conversations. As usual.

Cheryl parted ways with Grace and I as her bus stop was in another direction. Grace and I continued walking towards the Convention centre, but I stopped halfway as I thought I was going in the wrong direction. Grace said bye to me and I went back to where we'd parted ways with Cheryl. And realised that the way I'd originally been walking was correct. I wish I had a better sense of direction. And also memory.

All in all, a rather-good day as I managed to have fun while staying bone-dry and spend time with friends. =)

Just got off the phone with Sarah. She called me from the airport 'cos they reached the airport super early. She's leaving for Australia in...1 hr and 20 minutes. Will be away until 15 May. Sigh! I'll miss her.

I can imagine what it's going to be like after we graduate. And then, some of my friends would be gone for years, not just weeks. Must enjoy the time we spend together while it lasts.

Nothing much to blog about these few days due to this author's sad, boring life. Must enjoy boredom while it lasts, too, cos jam-packed schedules have been forecast for next semester *groan*. Remind me of that when I say things along the lines of "It is humanely impossible to be more bored than I am now.", will you? And hopefully we'll be happily busy next sem. And not sadly or miserably busy.

Is anyone interested in watching a jazz musical entitled Oz (guess which story it's inspired by), by the Nanyang Junior College Drama Club? Tickets are at 8 bucks and the musical will be performed on the 6th and 7th of May. It'll be performed in Nanyang JC, which, as it happens, is just opposite my house. Call 1800-I-LOVE-OZ for details now. Okay, okay. Tell me if you're interested. No, I have not been given the supporting role as the dog Toto or the magical clacking heels Alice (was it Alice?) wore. I am just helping a good friend to sell the tickets. I'm sure it'll be a, uh, blast. And tickets are, er, selling fast. =)

You owe me, Leong =p .

Jia Ying spotted Mr. Loh (DVPA lecturer, affectionately nicknamed "Loh loh" by some of our classmates) on tv in some long ago and forgotten Triple 9 (think James Lye and Wong Li Lin. Think police show.) episode this afternoon. She said he was acting as a witness and that his acting is "not bad". Hahaha. And she excitedly called to tell me about it when I was in Ang Mo Kio library with Flora, giggling over something in a magazine (the things boredom does to us). And yep, I'd forgotten (or to be more honest, I couldn't be bothered to because hardly anyone calls/smses me. but let us pretend that I'm a civic-minded citizen, shall we) to switch my handphone to silent mode and of course when Jia Ying called, heads turned.

Well, there you have it. The highlight of my day. Oh, and of course, I had the ice-blended coffee I'd been craving for at Cafe Galilee. Ah well, at least I have more novels to while away the boring hours with. Unh huh. Zis is Boredom Queen, signing off.

I am very very very bored. Even my brothers are doing their homework amicably in the living room. Together. Without fighting or quarrelling. Peacefully. Unbelievable. And I even saw Kenneth (the older one) helping Everett with his maths a few hours ago. *jaw hangs open*

I am so bored that I decided to check up words that I didn't know the meaning of that I came across while reading a book.

So here they are, for your reading pleasure, courtesy of dictionary.com:

• diamant� n.
  1. A small, glittering ornament, such as a rhinestone or a sequin, applied to fabric or a garment.
  2. Fabric that has been covered with many of these ornaments.
• vouchsafe tr. v. To condescend to grant or bestow (a privilege, for example); deign.
• impecunious adj.
  Lacking money; penniless.
• approbation n.
  1: official approval 2: official recognition or approval
• sartorial adj.
  Of or relating to a tailor, tailoring, or tailored clothing

Interesting. I always thought diamant� was just a more high-class and French-like way of saying diamonds. And I had honestly never seen the word "vouchsafe" until this afternoon, in some passage in Leong's GP homework. Well, ya learn somethin' new everyday. Oh, this would be a perfect time to go and watch my Jay Chou 2004 Incomparable Live Concert VCD again *smiles lovingly*. Yay. Boredom problem solved. For the moment. Laterz, my sweet friends =) .

I have decided to abandon my policy of dressing down whenever I go out with my family.

I usually go out with my family on (some) weekends and usually on weekends I would feel so sick of wearing t-shirt and jeans (my dress code for school days and also my idea of "dressing up") that I would just go out with them in some old ugly shirt and shorts. Shock horror to some of you, I know, but my parents usually go to places where I am not likely to meet anyone I know (and I don't think I would have such luck). And even if I do, I figured I'd just cast a meaningful look at my family members in the way that says well, I'm out with them, so please forgive my dressing.

So, back to my decision of deciding to dress properly the next time I go out with my family. The reason behind it? Well, today my mum decided that we have to go out and get some stuff for the chalet. The non-perishables. And so I agreed, and since we were going to The Concourse (it's a deserted shopping centre that sells cheap party supplies), I decided that there was absolutely no risk of seeing anyone I know and thus I decided to go for my usual sloppy dress code-battered t-shirt, shorts and slippers.

I seem to be Fate's favourite toy. I found myself in Pan Pacific Hotel after dinner. Yes, dressed in t-shirt, shorts and slippers. I tried my utmost to look like a tourist, and was even thinking of some foreign words to utter in case any of the hotel staff came forward to educate me on their hotel's dress code. Luckily, none of them did. I still felt pretty embarrassed, though, as I trudged along behind my parents to the cafe in the hotel to ask about their high tea.

My family usually has high tea every year, twice a year. Once on Mother's Day, and another on my maternal grandmother's birthday. It is something to look forward to every year as I get to meet all the cousins and aunts and uncles on my mother's side. While eating nice food. In recent years, however, due to the economic downturn, we've stopped having these yearly high teas. As this year is a bit better on the financial side, my aunts have once again asked my mother to check out nice hotel cafes which offer high tea and decide on the one with the best food and the most reasonable price (it has always been my mother's job for all these years).

Pan Pacific Hotel's cafe, Summer House, however, doesn't have very affordable prices. $38+++ for adults, $20+++ for children. Special marked-up prices for Mother's Day, whoopee. The menu is very good, though, I must admit. But sadly the prices are a bit too steep for our liking.

Luckily for me, the whole enquiry process didn't take a long time, and soon I could trudge out of the very aesthetically pleasing hotel in my poor attire.

Does anyone here offer dressing-for-the-occasion lessons?

I shall now go back to being very bored, reading my book, waiting for pple to come online to talk to me. And I should seriously stop popping sweets into my mouth. The packet of Mentos I bought just five hours ago is almost finished. I feel like a sad and lonely sweet-popper, I do.

Roused at 8.20 am to go to school to help Miss Hui at the Post-ITP seminar lunch. Sarah, Andrew, Jia Ying, Jia Hui and I helped usher the guests to their respective tables. The dress code was smart casual, so we all had to wear formal tops. I do believe I have highlighted my contempt for formal wear.

I don't think I make a very good usher. For one thing, I didn't know if one is supposed to walk in front or behind the person one is ushering. And secondly, is one supposed to make small talk on the way? Haha. I was clueless. So I just did my job as smilingly and as pleasantly as I could. I think I'm just not cut out for this kinda "high-class" social events la (it wasn't very high class but it involved impt pple). Gimme a sit-around-and-chill kinda event anytime.

It was a hot day. Being in formal clothes didn't help. Being at the non-air-conditioned makeshift reception table didn't help, either (the 'reception' was near the swimming pool beside Foodcourt 5, below the Vanda Room where we had our Connect 2004).

After the crowd outside the Vanda Room had cleared (i.e. most of the guests had gone back to their tables inside the Vanda Room), we were allowed to get our lunch from the buffet spread outside the Vanda Room. The food wasn't bad. Curry was scrumpee-licious =p .

Boo for the drinks though. The only other drink offered besides coffee and tea was this curious diluted barley-water concoction (that's what it tasted like, dunno what it was supposed to be).

There was a lot of namecard-exchanging going on, and we had to wait around for the guests to finish talking to the director of SB, our section head, each other and the other lecturers who were standing around the reception before we could show them to their tables. Hmm...so that's what networking is about-exchanging namecards. At least, I think that is the first and most important step.

Oh yes. And for those who went for the IPRS talk, Betty Fong was there. Lol. The emcee with the funny hair whose dressing screamed 'tacky', remember? Okay okay. Shut up bitchy May me.

After the lunch was over, Jia Ying, Sarah and I went to Sarah's house to watch vcds since JY and I didn't want to go home so early. We watched The Emperor's New Groove, which is this really out-of-point-and-bo-liao BUT really funny Disney cartoon.

Then I went home. There were a few guys in my house, doing something to the windows. They (the windows) looked the same after they'd (the window guys) left. And they made a huge, fucking mess under every window that my mum and I had to clear up. Of course, I wasn't too happy about having to help clear up the stupid mess, but you can't expect the other men/boys in the house to help out can you? (To my dad's credit, though, he did use the mini-vacuum to help a bit) And my mother was freaking out cos the dust was all over the floor and even the beds.

So I helped sweep up the dust (brooms are the worst invention in the world. not to mention I think the inventor had something against left handers. It is so hard to sweep using one's left hand. Though I may be alone on that opinion.), vacuum the living room and the kitchen (i HATE vacuuming the living room), and put back all the bottles of shampoo and whatnot that my mum had removed in the bathroom while trying to clean up the mess under the windows. I think I did a lot of housework today. Haha. I am so spoilt, go on, say it to my face.

So I finally convinced the devil in my brain to buzz off (stop procrastinating!) and let me go to the gym last evening. It was kinda a last-minute decision, as I grabbed the gym access card, a bottle of water and my handphone (to keep time, in case I couldn't see the clock from wherever I was exercising from) and trudged off downstairs. It was pretty crowded, but thankfully one of the treadmills was unoccupied. Switched on the treadmill, and started to give my body the workout it so needed (but I hardly could be bothered to give).

Before long I caught sight of my profile in the full length mirror at the other end of the gym next to the treadmills and dumbells. And realised that I was not dressed for the occasion, as usual. I was wearing jeans. I looked round at the other occupants of the gym, and none of them were wearing jeans, all sports attire. All I could do was shrug sheepishly to myself and continue admiring the image of my not-so-attractive jogging profile.

Half an hour at the treadmill is usually enough to make me swear not to run again in my entire life, but yesterday it was fine. Maybe I really am slowly getting fitter. Hopefully.

And then I went home with chocolate bar abs, nice toned limbs, a flat stomach and the like. NOT. All I got was an ache near my ass. I don't even know how one can go to the gym and get a muscle cramp near one's ass. Never experienced it before (and contrary to popular belief, this is NOT one of my first few times to the gym), but you guessed it, such weird things always happen to lil' ol' May.

Well, anyway I still hope that I'll "die healthier" (which is what regular exercise does for you instead of helping you live longer, according to Mr. Antony Ramasinghe, our CD lecturer from last sem. Don't worry, it was a joke.). Of course, a nicer figure would be a nice thrown-in bonus, too =p .

About Lifestyle

1. I don't do housework. Not regularly, anyway. I used to help sweep and mop the floor during the holidays, but that was until like 2 years ago. Nowadays I wake up too late during the holidays to do that. I am so lazy, sob. And I only do the very occasional dishwashing when my mum's mad or when guilt strikes in a big way and the dishes just seem to stare me down and say "Well? Are you just going to leave us here, all dirty, another task for your dear tired mother to accomplish? Are you? Huh?"
2. I get a decent allowance and sometimes my mother even tops it up with a twenty or so 'cos she's for some reason eternally scared that I don't have enough money to eat. (awww!) Which is not true, of course. I wouldn't spend to the point that I don't have enough $ to fill me stomach.
3. My decent allowance doesn't include the money for my bus concession. And the money I need to top-up my ez-link card when I need to take the MRT. And my handphone bills (though my dear father did touch on that topic when he learnt that other kids pay for their hp bills out of their own pockets.)
4. I don't have to work for my allowance.
5. If I still have some money at the end of the week/month, (doesn't happen often nowadays, though. Ever since I was introduced to my ATM card.) I'd just spend it all (or most of it) on a CD or a VCD. Yeah, there's the spendthrift in me. This also gives you an idea of how I spend such that I only have ten or twenty left at the end of the week/month at best.
6. I have a nice cameraphone which is not too old and still functional (though the camera function sucks), but I still yearn for a new one sometimes. Very rarely, but still sometimes. I have a nice relatively new laptop in my possession, yet I could be a lot more careful with it while relocating it. I've hit its side on the door frame many times due to my carelessness. Not to mention how relatively easily I came to own this laptop. I didn't even have to pay a cent for it or do any big favours to my parents. Guilt, guilt!
7. I really should be thinking about tutoring my brother. Doing it rather than thinking about it, really. And I should be thinking less of how I could spend the money my parents are gonna gimme for tutoring him.

About Food

8. I have a violent dislike towards the following (I won't eat them unless absolutely forced to): Fish, prawns, squid, octopus, (in fact, about the only seafood I eat is crab) spring onions, ladies' fingers, parsley, achar, cucumber, tomatoes, peas. Just to name a few.
9. I dislike the following (I do eat them, though I try to get out of it and I only eat them for health reasons.): Long beans, dou miao (a type of vegetable), any other vegetable with disgustingly long and/or thick, horrible-tasting stems, abalone (yes, hit my head and call me stupid like they all do. I just don't appreciate its extremely rubbery bite-until-your-jaws-tire texture.)
10. In fact, come to think of it, I think I only like 5 types of vegetables-Kang Kong, brocolli, cauliflower, cabbage, lettuce.
11. I only eat like 4 kinds of noodles: Instant, Ee-fu (chinese noodle they sell at restaurants like Crystal Jade), laksa and Hong Kong. I don't really mind ban mian but I really only like the soup.
12. I. hate. porridge. All kinds. ESPECIALLY fish porridge. Plain porridge, I'd swallow if accompanied by salted egg and a good mood.
13. My parents generally avoid bringing me to hawker centres (except the few that I actually like) because they claim that I would pull a black face the minute the car is parked near a hawker centre. Since I was young. I didn't know that. Must be a subconscious thing. I mean, I know I don't like hawker centres (there are smokers and it is hot.) but I didn't know I'd go so far as pull a long face throughout the whole time I'm there. Anyway. I've got a very good life. They really haven't brought me to any hawker centre that I don't like for the past year or so.

Yes, I really should count my blessings. And I do appreciate my good life. Really. When I'm not bored, that is. I'm a happy spoilt kid. Don't hate me. I'm just being me. Okay, okay! To dispel some of the guilt I will be a nice and filial daughter and accompany my mother to the jacuzzi later. I'd been planning to since yesterday, anyway. Oh yes, and I desperately need ideas for a present for my mum. Her birthday's tomorrow. Any creative ideas?

Hmm...I'm listening to the radio now and I was just thinking. Declaring your love on air seems to have become rather...out of fashion. I used to think it was quite romantic and daring and stuff. But after you hear half a dozen of them a day [okay. maybe a slight overstatement.], one might start to change one's opinion. I mean, yes, it takes a lot of courage to do so, but...wouldn't it take even more courage to tell the person face to face? I dunno. Just my opinion. And there is always the possibility that the person in question might not hear it (and you would spend the rest of the day in nail-biting anticipation, wondering whether or not the person you declared your undying love for a) did hear the dedication or rather, declaration and if so, b) will respond to it and c) respond in a positive or negative way.) Correct me if I'm wrong.

And then there are people who give a brief insight into their side of the story in a relationship problem on air. Which is what somebody was doing at the start of this post. Wouldn't it be much better to tell the person and talk it out, instead of airing it and [most probably] make the person even madder at you/hurt that you preferred to confide in a deejay who [most probably] a) knows neither of you and b) doesn't know the whole story and at the same time [and thus wouldn't be able to give the most appropriate advice, as most deejays would do after you narrate said side of story] announce your problem to the rest of the world [well, to whoever is listening at the moment, anyway] rather than proactively attempting to solve the problem by ways like talking it out?

Well, okay. I do understand that not every problem can be solved by "talking it out". And maybe one just needs a non-judgemental listening ear [and a deejay fits the bill as he or she most probably doesn't know either of you, so it wouldn't matter even if he or she judged you and what he or she thought of you.] sometimes. I'm just wondering, not condemning. Just to get that straight.

And lastly, of course, there are those sweeeet teenage couples who give sweeet romantic dedications to each other and address each other as "lao po" (wife) and "lao gong" (husband). Of course, they would be much more sweet and romantic if one didn't hear dozens of similar clone dedications in, say, an hour. And some of them actually do carry a tinge of that i'm-attached-and-you're-not, haha! *smirks* air. The exact same one that singles detect when they go out on Valentine's Day alone (or even with friends). Sensitive? Maybe. Ask any other single.

Oh well. Rambling me. Off I go to sleep now, then. Late nights ain't good for ol' pizza face.

I woke up at 11.21 am today, grabbed a sandwich and sat down in front of the tv. I selected the Kids Central channel, hoping for a nice entertaining cartoon to accompany me as I finish my breakfast. And what did I see? Gundam bloody Seed (henceforth known as Gundamn). Even my brother said "Eew." Now, for those who are lucky enough to be ignorant of the existence of this ridiculous anime, allow me to assure you that it is one with no redeeming qualities or saving grace. Whatsoever. And you know that's harsh coming from me 'cos I do try so hard to find the redeeming qualities in people and things.

Gundamn is this stupid robot war battling anime which just features a lot of people in space machines doing nothing but fight with their robots (and eventually make them explode) all day or have very very dramatic conversations. At least, that's what I figure after staring at it every morning with a disinterested, sleepy eye when I have to reach school at eight. 'Cos then I'd be on the bus at around 6.30, which is when Gundamn is showing on TVMobile. Anyway, it is an extremely boring anime and I would much rather they show Sesame Street or something a lot less yawn-inducing and cringe-worthy. And the worst thing is, it seems to have infinite episodes that never finish running.

So, back to the main topic, which is this morning. Of course, I was incredibly pissed at having the stupid soundtrack of Gundamn assaulting my ears, haunting me even during the school holidays when I do not have to board the bus at unearthly hours with nothing to do except watch this incredibly dumb anime. Believe me, even the econs notes started to call out to me after a while.

And so I have decided to b*tch about it on my blog. And here it is.

Dear TVMobile, please do consider revising your tv schedule for weekday mornings. By the way, I also dislike the everchanging male "host" of PrimeTime Morning. Bring back Timothy Goh! He is so much cuter and his voice is much less irritating. Please attempt to brighten up the start to my 8 am school mornings. Gracias.

I am vair vair bored. What should I do?

1. Play gunbound.
2. Think about going to the gym.
3. Think about how I am going to tutor my brother in maths *pain in the ass anal region*.
4. Think about what the hell I am going to do with 20+ teenagers for 3 days 2 nights.
5. Think of more interesting blog entries to entertain myself and others.
6. Think about how I'm going to celebrate my mum's birthday as well as mothers' day. My mum says she wants us kids to cook for her on mothers' day. Yeah, right. Kenneth is the only decent cook around here. Yours truly can't even cook a decent bowl of instant noodles. What'll I do, wash the plates? Be his assistant (blech. I'll never hear the end of it lor.)? As for my mum's birthday (which is next week), I need a low-budget but sweet present.
7. Watch vcds (Meteor Garden 2 again? Wahaha.)
8. Get out and look for possible birthday present hints =p. This appears to be the fun-nest option of them all. Except I have next to no more money to spend and going out is kinda a must-spend-money thing.
9. Avoid all of the above and stone in front of the laptop, waiting for people to come online and talk to me.

Had a ton of fun K Boxing with Wen Fang, Xue Yan, Isabel and Han Yuen today. We went for the K Lunch package, which is from 11 am - 2 pm. It was a blast. They sang lots of S.H.E songs (I didn't join in as I don't listen to S.H.E), I sang my Jay Chou songs (LOVE!), and XY and Wen Fang sang their 5566 songs (or rather, they used it as an excuse to ogle at Wang Renfu =p).

It was $6.40 well spent as we got to spend time together, eat and sing our hearts out. I've come to realise that friends needn't meet up all the time (of course, it would be nice if we had time t meet up all the time but sadly there is such a thing as school) or indulge in expensive activities (like, I dunno, eating buffet or going to Escape theme park or something?) to feel closer and have fun. I felt really happy and blessed just sitting there, watching my beloved friends sing their favourite S.H.E songs.





After that Isabel had to leave with Han Yuen 'cos she wasn't feeling well, so XY and I accompanied WF to search for new heels. We went to all the shoe shops in Toa Payoh central, and finally she settled on one which fulfilled all her requirements. It was tiring, but we had a laugh and all, so it was okay. Hahaha. Never a dull moment when one is with her friends. =)

Planning to slack the day away at home for the rest of this week because broke and tired...need to replenish energy and money supply (econs alert!). Hahaah. I'll probably be bored by like 2 pm tomorrow or something, though. So kindly do not spoil my plans and ask me out before then =p .

Miss Hui and Ms Sabrina Wong (IVP lecturer) are linked because they were university roommates. SabariNGA, my classmate, is linked to Ms Wong because they are both named Sabrina (if you would kindly ignore the extra A in Sabby's name). SabariNGA is in turned linked to Ms Nga because they look alike from the back. Ms Nga is linked to Miss Kwa because they are happy friends, colleagues as well as DVPA lecturers. Miss Kwa is linked to JY because they look alike. And JY, my classmate, is in turned linked to Miss Hui because they ALSO look alike. It all makes a beautiful network of connections.

If they all lived together, I believe the floor plan would look something like this (the pic is too big to be placed here).

[The red lines represent links] *this drawing was inspired by my conversation with Aizat yesterday at Long John Silver's

Of course, if you want to explore ALL the links to and from our class, I would be drawing until the cows came home.

Yeah, I know it's rather fast to come up with this kinda thing at the end of year 1, but I consider today as my last day as a Year One student (milestone!) and I think if I only try to recall these kinda things at the end of Year 3, I would have forgotten half of them. And I do so want to remember every single precious memory :). So here goes. And pls contribute if you remember sth I don't. Haha.

Year 1, Semester 1

• Met the best class I could ever have wished for, and could ever have had. (Some of u have heard the following sentence a million times already. But I still mean every word.)Everyday I see Nanyang JC (which is just opposite my house and I could have got in) looming in front of me, silently mocking me as I await at the bus stop for a 1 hr bus journey to SP. But once I get to school, I tell myself that everything's worth it. Because of this class.
• Won all the mini-competitions during the Freshmen Orientation with our energy, zest and unity. Of course, our facilitators were GOOD, too ;) .
• Befriended Sharina first =) . I kept saying she's gila -_-. Lame ol' me. Hahaha.
• Hung out with Becky's gang for the first few days of school until Sharina asked me to join hers. Yes, it was a time when Jesslin was actually QUIET most of the time. Hahaha.
• The extremely hilarious toilet incident.
• Class mascots: Bozo the Clown, Farney, Brownie and Blinkie
• Jia Ying's uproariously funny Oral Communication individual presentation (the video clip of which Constance has, by the way, decided to use to teach future students). The topic? Lingerie. Hahahaa. She even used fruits to compare with cup sizes.
• Lecturers (NOT in order of favouritism =p): Mr. Antony Ramasinghe (Character Development), Mr William Tan (ITB), Ms Constance Lee (Oral Communication), Ms Doris Nga (Desktop Publishing) and Miss Hui Kam Lin (Introduction to Communication Principles), Miss Loretta Tan (Creative Communication), Ms Angie Tang (Fundamentals of Marketing)
• Sarcastic remarks always flew over Mr. Tan's head. He's such a sweet old man, though. Haha.
• Mr. Antony was. sarcastic. And called me predictable. No, I am never going to get over that. But he was precious fun =) .
• Ms Nga taught us the importance of doing everything in MODERATION when using Adobe Photoshop and Macromedia Freehand. She also teased me about the stupid Popular plastic bag I always brought to her class. I was extremely embarrassed by that for some reason.
• Constance was always super impressed by our class's speaking skills. I'd never thought I could be considered good at speaking (cos in sec sch my friends always topped me in Oral) until she taught us.
• Miss Hui asked us to aim for high Bs when some of us expressed interest in getting straight As. A very good piece of advice, I have since come to realise. Though I had my doubts about it at first.
• Miss Loretta Tan and Ms Angie Tang-the most wonderfully responsible lecturers our class could have had (I am being sarcastic). Our portfolios for Creative Communication are still missing because dear Miss Tan told us she'd leave 'em with another lecturer and that lecturer said she hadn't received them when we asked her. And dear Ms Tang was always nowhere to be found whenever we need her for ptn stuff and we only knew about events very late 'cos she seldom checked her sp email.
• Class outing at Holland V: We spotted Stefanie Sun and Tanya Chua crossing the road. They actually walked past all of us and only some of us noticed. The rest of us only saw when they were already crossing over to the other side of the road.
• Class outing: Met Carrie Chong in Takashimaya. Had a short chat with her, and she said she'd mention us in her show later on. And yes, she did. And so she rocks.
• Class BBQ at East Coast for which only 8 pple turned up. Hahaha.
• Ah yes. The ever unforgettable Scrumpee Bear selling day (CIP for CD). Hahaha. Jawei even made a little video out of the photographs and video clips taken on that day. Sweetness.
• I became Mother May (because of my enthusiasm in spreading the SP CORE values learnt from the Character Development module), Sarah and Sonia were Sister Sarah and Sister Sonia, Ryan was Reverend Ryan. Even some of the lecturers called me Mother May.
• Some of us (Jawei, Flora, Aizat, Ryan, Sabby, Mei Hui, Jesslin, Sonia) met at the taxi stand before going in for the first lesson together every school day.So some of us could already be in school like 30 minutes before the first lesson starts, but would get to class right on time or 5 minutes late because we would wait for everyone to arrive first.
• Swensen's Topless Five offer and Tutti Frutti the awfully un-tasty flavour of ice cream
• Stupid me auditioned for the stupid SP 50th Anniversary Dinner (I think that was the event, if I remember correctly) play and sang Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. The people in charge of the audition actually decided to recruit me as a backstage helper. Unbelievable. I have since decided never to be a backstage helper again. It was -that- traumatising.
• Day before Teacher's Day: The whole class (save 5 pple, including me) decided to skip school for the day to go back to their secondary schools for teacher-visiting. And so, for that day, a grand total of five people from our class turned up for the ICP lecture. Miss Hui was pretty nice about it, though, when we told her the honest truth (like the responsible tertiary students we are)
• Me and my headlines which always started with "Polytechnic Student". Started to repeatedly use the phrases "shocking realisation" and "stunning discovery".
• Saying "It was nice knowing you" to all the lecturers who taught us during the last lessons.
• The stupid Cleopatra and retro dance moves I created.
• My comment about almost everything and anything was "swell". Soon some of my friends started to adopt it too. Whether they did it mockingly or not remains a mystery to me up till this day.
• The lesbian farm handsign
• Paying $10.70 for 2 scoops of ice cream which actually only cost $8.50 at Haagen Daz.
• The mad sitting-on-the-floor-and-combing-hair-and-dandruff-flicking-woman in the MRT.
• Fun group study outings with Jawei, Sarah and Sonia during exam period
• Singapore Idol madness with Sonia and Sharina
• Noisemaking with Sarah and Jawei
• SP's persistent lack of money to buy toilet paper for the female toilets in SB
• Not-as-important-but-just-thought-I'd-mention Academic Achievements:
• Four (out of the top five of the level) from our class got into the honour roll
• All (or almost all, I can't recall and William Tan wasn't sure) the distinctions for ITB came from our class

Year 1, Semester 2

• All of us wearing christmas hats on Christmas Eve
• Saying"Guess who", "Guess what", etc. all the time. Started by Aizat. I call them "stating-the-obvious questions." E.g. Guess who's blogging at this unearthly hour?
• The lecturer lookalikes *hahahha* (for more details please see the post above this one)
• Lecturers (again, NOT in any order =p): Miss Kwa Lay Ping (Web Publishing), Miss Hui Kam Lin (News Writing), Mr Loh Aik Khoon (Digital Video Production Applications), Mrs Tan Lu-sia (Fundamentals of Economics), Ms Sabrina Wong (Issues and Viewpoints), Mr Andrew Ang (Introduction to Public Relations and Advertising), Mr David Cheong and Mrs Annie Cheung (Innovation and Design Enterprise in Action) and Miss Veronica Png (Film Appreciation)
• We still stop and chat with: Mr Antony, Ms Doris Nga, Constance and William Tan
• Hilarious IDEA with hilarious David Cheong (for the first few lessons only)
• Some of us still meet at the taxi stand every school day.
• DVPA directing test: Aizat's Unbreak my Heart and Jia Ying's One Night in Beijing. Extremely entertainingly funny. Two thumbs up!
• Literally splashing into the new year at Ryan's place
• Skipping after-3-hr-break-on-Friday IPRA lectures to go K Boxing. Spice girls. M2M.
• More fun group study outings with Jawei, Sarah and Sonia during exam period
• JY and I staying up till 4 am to finish her individual WP project
• Me, JY, Sabby and Sarah staying overnight at Jawei's house and staying up all night to finish the WP group project
• Still more noisemaking with Sarah and Jawei
• Becky, me and Dora the Explorer
• Sabby's wonderful singing which won the SB Talentime for her and her duet partner
• Being bored to death by watching 3-hour-long Gladiator a few times for Film App
• My cool handsign *as requested by jawei bawei*
• The soft ears discovery
• My not-quite "romance" with Edmund

Thank you, 1B/02, for all these fantastic memories. You guys make every single lesson and lecture so much more fun, funny and memorable. I very much look forward to creating even more memories as the years go by. Here's to our friendship.

I lost my pencil box today at KFC Far East. =( I seriously don't know how I could have lost it. It was in plain view all the time. I think it dropped somewhere as I was trying to stuff the rest of my stuff into my bag. SOB! And I just bought a new pen, too. The last time I bought a new pen, I lost it in less than a day too. It is so pek cek. No, it's not the money involved in buying the pen, it is the fact that I lost it in less than a day and also I have gotten attached to some of my stationery. My stapler, for example, has been with me for dunno how many years and even though it is an ugly colour, it has served me well. And my Winnie the Pooh ruler has a jagged edge and rubbed-off markings which makes it rather useless as a ruler. The characters printed on it have worn off too. But I still refused to throw it away for some reason when Flora got me a new one.

I feel so dumb. So now I have no stationery until I can be bothered to go to a bookshop and grab some with the pathetic amount of money I have left with me for this month. And I have to do it soon, too, because I have Econs exam on Tuesday. For now I have to beg and borrow stationery from my brothers to study for econs. Haiz.

So for now, here's what's on my birthday wish-list (only refer to it if you are in dire straits and desperately do not know what to buy for lil' ol' me. It is seriously just to make some people's lives easier. NOT being bhb!):

1. New pencil box. Please get me a nice one. And no, I don't like those gigantic ones from Billabong and whatnot. A normal-sized one will do =p.
2. Coloured pens. Yes, I may be a bit too old for them but I STILL have uses for them. Some of them were lying about in my now-lost pencil box. I CAN'T BELIEVE I LOST IT! Who loses their entire pencil box for no reason?! Okay. Back to the point. Please get me one of those whole-set coloured pens. Hint: I like the "gelly-roll" kind which Sonia has. It says "gelly-roll" at the side.
3. This bear is. really. really. cute. Happy finding. =p

And here's what's definitely NOT what's on my wish-list. SKIRT. Please please please don't get me one PLEASE??? I hate skirts and I wouldn't be used to wearing one. I would rather you buy me a live kangaroo or something *winks at yummiegummy*. And I heard on the news the other day that this girl accidentally got her mini-skirt pulled down as well when a robber was trying to steal her handphone (which was somewhere near her waist, I presume). She had to go back upstairs to get help wearing only her knickers. See? Skirts are a potential hazard to one's dignity.

You have less than a month to fight over who buys what for me. Wahaha. Go, people! ;p

Okay, I meant to post this ages ago (just before the submission of DVPA project, I think. That would be around 27 March 2005.), but I kinda forgot until I found the pictures still lying about in my phone. This is the additional present Sharina bought for Sabby for her birthday. It is damn cute. (Recap: During last semester, Sabby liked to draw a clown on her notes etc. that bears a strong resemblence to this thing. I named it Bozo the Clown.)

As demonstrated by Sabby herself in the picture, a tasteless sweet of questionable "edibility" pops out when you push the bow tie. Cuteness.

See the resemblence? ;p

It's nice and breezy. Puts me in the right mood for blogging =) (Read: Long post comin' right up ;) )

Morphus's Survival Guide to Tomb-Sweeping on Qing Ming Jie (Tomb-Sweeping festival for us chinese during which we visit our ancestors' graves)

1. Go for good reasons so that you won't be pulling a long face throughout the whole thing. Reason 1: Earn brownie points with my ancestors so that they will continue to bless me and my loved ones and possibly play a teeny weeny part in getting me an A for econs (joke. I dun pray for results.). Reason 2: I don't get to see and spend time with Ro often, so I had to resort to "drastic" measures such as grave-visiting.
2. Wake up at 5.30 a.m.. Headstarts are absolutely necessary when there are mega jams on the way to the cemetery.
3. Always remember your father's name in dialect. My relatives remember us kids by who our fathers are. So when they look at you and seem to be at a loss of how to address you, automatically say "I am (father's name in hokkien)'s." After which you can enjoy the er..look of realisation upon their faces. OR if you have nice relatives like mine one of them could say sth like "Wah...(father's name in hokkien)'s daughter became like this already ah." in dialect. WHAT DID SHE MEAN BY "LIKE THIS", I WONDER?! Nvm. I shall just assume she was referring to my hair (which, by the way, is now very short) or my height (which, by the way, is now still as tall).
4. Always have a nice and helpful favourite aunt somewhere near you in case you forget how to address some (or in my case, all) of your elders when you reach one of the relatives' houses to get the praying stuff. Sheesh it is worse than new year lor. At least during new year u can just nod and smile and mouth something since the whole place is noisy and crowded. In such a situation there is no escape because there are too little people and the house is unlikely to be noisy since it is 6+ am in the morning.
5. Always pee before setting off to the cemetery because of mega jams and the fact that cemeteries have no toilets. However, according to my uncle's personal experience, you may no longer feel the "high tide" once you have walked LONG DISTANCES to reach the various ancestral graves.
6. Making small talk with either your cousins or your brother (there were only 4 'kids' there-me, cousin Ro, cousin Thomas and brother Ken) or even the adults could help while away the time spent waiting for the offerings to finish burning at each of the graves.
7. Never wear long sleeves (or anything longer than sleeveless tops and shorts, actually.), not even if you're going out after that. You will be taught a good and hard lesson about the effects of very strong sun rays on the body. Unless, of course, it's raining. But if you've got luck like mine and the weather turns from very cold to very hot whenever you wear long sleeves, then you'd better not risk it.
8. Always kneel in front of the grave when offering joss sticks. If possible, make it a dramatic loud-smack-when-knee-meets-ground kinda kneel for effect. The elders will grunt in approval and call you a filial grandchild/greatgrandchild. Well, for the first few times you do it, anyway.
9. Offer hybrid paper flowers if you're bored. (It is common practice to scrunch up some small pieces of coloured paper and stick them on the grassy part of the grave as "flowers")
10. Make ugly polka-dotted joss sticks and pray that your ancestors do not treat it as a form of disrespect.



Don't look at me. This is Ro's masterpiece. And the level of overexposed-ness of the photo as well as the strength of the shadows can give you an idea of how hot it was.





11. Always pay attention to what topics the adults are talking about so that you will know what to talk about in a few years' time.
12. Stand clear of the burning heap of joss paper and paper box. It might give out a sudden loud POP for some reason (that can be scientifically explained).
13. Always stand near taller people who can cast shadows you can take shade in.
14. Be relieved when the whole thing is over (because it means that you can finally get out of the darn heat), but feel glad that you decided to go for it because you feel a bit more spiritually accomplished and also because you got to 'visit' your grandfather, who got to spend a little time with you in your childhood but didn't live to see the rest of it and whom (strangely) you kinda miss all of a sudden even though it has been so long since he passed away. I remember him as a doting grandfather. Sadly the only memories I have of him is feeding me and my cousin quail eggs in a cute little container (or maybe that was my grandmother, I can't remember) and saying "Will you miss me when I die?" or something like that. I remember always being the first to finish getting ready whenever it was time to go to his funeral, perhaps because he was possibly the first person I ever loved and lost at four years old.

Here's what I hope is a more interesting post after all those entries about my currently-not-so-happening-life, haha.

Dear whoever is up there, I am thankful for the following (and possibly more that I can't remember off the top of my head at this unearthly hour):

1. Being alive and kicking.
2. Being relatively healthy and being born "normal" and not like those characters in that depressing 9 pm NKF show they're showing on channel 8 in which everyone gets nasty diseases and half of them die from the nasty diseases.
3. Complete and generally-tolerable-and-nice-although-irritating-at-times family. =p
4. People who care about me.
5. People whom I care about. So much.
6. My laptop. (Though I could really be a lot more careful with it.) It has been a most loyal companion on long lonely nights and it is thanks to my laptop that I am able to be typing this right now.
7. My iPod Shuffle. Loyal travel and studying companion. The left earphone was good as new after a few minutes even when it dropped into a glass of water and was immersed in it for a few moments until I noticed and fished it out.
8. Having enough pocket money to get me through every month, even though I have to try hard to control my spending so that I have enough to last me until the next payday. At least I get pocket money.
9. Blogger. For being around and letting me blog anytime and as many times as I like for free.
10. You taggers. Who brighten up my face with your tags everytime, and cheer me up when I'm down. I love you guys. *blows kiss*
11. Being able to sleep (almost) every night knowing that on the next day, life, sweet life awaits.

Please don't ever take any of the above away from me. They mean a lot to me, and I try my level best all the time not to take them for granted. Pretty please with sugar and icing on top? <=)

There is only one word to describe the IPRA exam, and I don't want to say it here. Because it is an unprintable word.

Alas, one must always look on the bright side of things. So I shall be glad that I finally remembered the answer to two questions after scrunching up my face, frowning and stoning for long periods of time (after I'd "finished" the paper, of course), thereby earning myself a grand total of three more marks.

Yes. Think positive. Hopefully I'll still get that projected B for IPRA.

Bah. It's too peaceful a night for-(okay a car alarm just started sounding.) doing the econs revision paper. No. I have to. Or Lusia will exclaim in dismay once again "This lecture has degenerated into a copying session *purses lips*." Terrifying thought.

Yay! The IPRA exam is merely er...less than six hours away and about the only things I remember are the parts that have been tested before already. Hahaha. Nevermind. I shall just be content with aiming for a B. Yessirree, thou shalt see no Cs on my results slip this semester. Except maybe FA, dammit.

My mother is expecting me to tutor my little brother in MATH after my exams. No amount of honest excuses ("But my exam only ends next week!" "I thought you said my teaching and temper sucked?" "I suck at geometry too!") have helped me push that notion out of her mind at the moment. She even said she might pay me for my "services".(To which I replied "Do you think I am that money-minded??") Well. I really wouldn't mind if it were English or even Chinese, but math is really NOT my forte. It is hard to argue with someone holding a vacuum cleaner, though. And though I really am NOT money-minded, I have been pretty broke recently. My brother is gonna be in for some tuition from hell. Knowing my temper and my impatience with all things mathematics. Nevertheless, I shall try to be a good sister.

Here's my projected results slip for this semester (well sorry for being cliche, but I am pretty bored and stressed) :

Fundamentals of Economics B
Web Publishing A
Issues and Viewpoints B
News Writing B
Digital Video Production Applications B
Introduction to Public Relations and Advertising B
IDEA B
GEM C

Aiyo quite sad leh. That's like a B-average. Must work harder to salvage my econs and IPRA. Well, wish me luck then. Laterz!

Pleasant day, eh? Lazy and peaceful and nice and rainy. Just the way I like it.

Woke up at 10 am to meet Sarah at Tanglin Mall for grp studying. Pengie was supposed to join us, but guess who woke up at 11.30 am and decided that it is hard to get a cab on a rainy day? Hahaha.

Reached the bus stop next to the British Council at ard 10.50 am, then smsed Sarah telling her that I was kinda stuck at the bus stop thanks to the heavy rain and my wonderful 500 baht Warner Bros. umbrella which had decided to screw up on me as I was walking towards the bus stop near my house. Result: I got drenched even before I got on the bloody bus.

So Sarah decided to be nice and ask her nice father to drive by the bus stop and pick me up as well. And yours truly accidentally slammed the car door after getting out of the car, thereby also slamming the potentially good impression Sarah's dad might have had of me. Oh well. I dunno my own strength =\.

We settled down at the McDonald's in Tanglin Mall (btw we chose Tanglin Mall because we needed an ulu place in town which was not too far for any of us), which was relatively empty save a few angmohs here and there. The music from the advertisements from the plasma tv in McDonald's was loud and irritating. Try listening to the same two lines from the latest (very retarded) McDonald's breakfast advertisement song every now and then for 4 1/2 hours straight and you'll know how we felt. (the lyrics are something like Because of you...the sun will always shine into our eyes...Because of you...You can make every wrong seem right...rings a bell?) Luckily there is such a thing as earphones connected to MP3 players. Result: A sanctuary of one's favourite music, away from irritating repetitive advertisement music.

So I more or less "finished" studying for IPRA. I only remember bits and pieces though, so I'll probably have to spend time memorising again and testing myself-later. Haha. Hoping to contend with econs before Wednesday, though, cos there is still the revision paper thing that I haven't done.

So like I said, today is a rainy and cooling day on which I can actually wear one of my long-sleeved shirts without feeling hot. I feel good too. For now. Until the next moodswing, haha.

Dum de dum...don't feel like going back to IPRA at the moment. Maybe I'll go watch more vcds or maybe even play gunbound. Wahaha I am such a lazy student.

Yawn. Just had eleven hours of sleep. Hope it's enough to pay off the sleep debt that I've incurred over the past two weeks. 'Tis my youngest brother, Everett's tenth birthday today. YES he could've been born on April Fool's, dang it. Hahaha. Anyway I shall be a good sister and dedicate half of this post to him.

He's a nice brother, though I always tend to neglect him and snap at him (most youngest siblings get this kinda treatment). I do try to make it up on most weekends, though. Because on weekdays he always tends to ask me stuff at the wrong times (i.e when I'm feeling snappy) and sometimes, yeah I'll admit it, I snap at him because it's become somewhat like a default tone of voice when I talk to him. And on weekends I tend to be less stressed and my brain somehow has more time to stop myself from snapping at him and answering nicely instead. But once again I reassure you that I do try.

He can be quite sweet when he's not shouting all over the place, watching the same The Mask episodes a million and one times, being rude to me, making stupid noises or fighting/quarrelling with Kenneth. He's gone off with mum and dad to the arcade and then to Toys 'R Us. And when he comes back I'm gonna put all my love for him that I cannot express into a nice warm and fuzzy bear hug and give him the two Pokemon movie vcds I bought for him yesterday. I'll say "Happy Birthday, Everett".

I do appreciate your existence, though I never do say so. I do occasionally love you as much as I do Kenneth, though you always think I love Kenneth more. Thanks for missing me on those nights when I stay over at my friend's or go to chalets. Thanks for voluntarily calling me when it's late and I'm not back home yet.

Ah well, that's enough eh? He's not dead yet. As if he'll get to read this in the near future, anyway =p. On to other things.

Wahaha. Nobody April Fool'd me ye sterday. Yippee I got away with it! No, Cheryl (Lee) your stupid forwarded message didn't trick me for a sec cos it was too lame and predictable =p.

And there is no breakfast for poor May because my mum thought I was never going to wake up and thus would only need lunch and not breakfast. And so she didn't buy my share. And being a lazy and super dependent seventeen-year-old I am too lazy to go anywhere to get my own. But oh well I will not starve because as usual my mum had back-up plans. There are buns. Don't really like buns, but beggars can't be choosers, eh.

Okay. Done with blogging for the moment. Damn...one less out-of-point thing to do to avoid hitting the IPRA books. Somebody please come and scold me. And in case any of you just might be starting to scratch your heads over what to get for me on my bday, don't worry I will make your lives easier by posting a list of hints. But not now la. It's still one month and five days away. A little too early. You all can continue scratching your heads for now :p .

And now I shall listen to the angel in my head and attempt to study IPRA and dismiss the distractions fighting in my head. After I eat some more buns, of course ;) . Ta.

How irritating! MSN is having some server error which renders it impossible for me to sign in, thus preventing me from beginning my daily vigil online, waiting for someone to talk to me and ease my boredom. I am not dependent on MSN at all.

And then I tried to tag on Becky and Sabby's blogs, but the most annoying thing happened when I clicked on "tag"-the tagboards got replaced by an error message ("the page cannot be displayed"). It is not amusing to put thought into a tag, type it out and click "submit" only to read a stupid error message. They were rather long tags, okay. Which is why I am making a fuss. This is the second time I am typing this because, guess what, when I clicked "publish post" just now, GUESS WHAT Blogger had to say to me-"There were errors." And ta da! My wonderful post was gone. Maybe it is their idea of saying a big "Happy April Fool's" to me.

I will make a marked attempt to stop being filled with angst angsty_gal (yes I hear you, Jawei!) like I have been for the past few days. My apologies to those who have taken the brunt of it from me. The happy, sarcastic and funny May will return soon. I hope. Till then, stay with me. Gracias.