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Serene dearest, i think it Club MoMo time! just received news from my friend that Club MoMo is a replica of black! =)
Okay, i admit.
I am a traitor. Have supposely pledge my undying loyalty to the new clubs.
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Upon hearing from Ser that Chinablack giving free passes, i am tempted to go back. =p Either on weds or sats. I aint satisfied that black didnt play my Sonique 2 weeks back. Prolly i miss it. I really donno. But then again, no one would go with me too. Everyone is so tired of Black, even min. And yes, she prolly only start clubbing again on my bd. I'ii force her to go tho! Birthday girl has her priviledges y'know. =)
Well, I think i am getting rather flamboyant in my dressing. I love loud clothes and accessories. And y'know what, i am currently targeting at this really bloody-red beaded necklace that can be found at Holland V. Its red. Its beaded. Its loud. I love it.
And to those who cannot visualized. Lemme' explain in a more layman terms.
I am interested in those beaded necklace that highly resemble the ones that the monks at the temple used. Those that hang around their necks and they'ii go chanting Amitabah Amitabah Amitabah Amitabah Amitabah Amitabah Amitabah Amitabah Amitabah Amitabah Amitabah.......
I wasnt like that in the past. Wearing bright and loud clothings just aint my style. Last time, i was going for plain tops, plain color, plain accessories. And ya, i remain a plain jane. =p just kidding tho.
I guess coreen-min influenced me with her green green green obsession. Turning me into a greeny obsession freak. And of course, i would be subjected to being the laughing stock within the family. I bought this green + white strips top few months back from FOX. Dad always says that i look like a jail-bird. Mom calls me a zebra. And min? that lass calls me a frog. It's never-ending.
It's just a green top. aiyo. sad leh.
And of course, Emily dearest does influence me with her dressing too. I think she is one of the few people that dresses really well. Stylish and chic. No matter what negative comments i MIGHT get for my prom dress, i still think that Emily has done a good job for me. =)
but then again, it's my dressing. who cares! =p
Serene dearest, i think it Club MoMo time! just received news from my friend that Club MoMo is a replica of black! =)
Okay, i admit.
I am a traitor. Have supposely pledge my undying loyalty to the new clubs.
BUT
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Upon hearing from Ser that Chinablack giving free passes, i am tempted to go back. =p Either on weds or sats. I aint satisfied that black didnt play my Sonique 2 weeks back. Prolly i miss it. I really donno. But then again, no one would go with me too. Everyone is so tired of Black, even min. And yes, she prolly only start clubbing again on my bd. I'ii force her to go tho! Birthday girl has her priviledges y'know. =)
Well, I think i am getting rather flamboyant in my dressing. I love loud clothes and accessories. And y'know what, i am currently targeting at this really bloody-red beaded necklace that can be found at Holland V. Its red. Its beaded. Its loud. I love it.
And to those who cannot visualized. Lemme' explain in a more layman terms.
I am interested in those beaded necklace that highly resemble the ones that the monks at the temple used. Those that hang around their necks and they'ii go chanting Amitabah Amitabah Amitabah Amitabah Amitabah Amitabah Amitabah Amitabah Amitabah Amitabah Amitabah.......
I wasnt like that in the past. Wearing bright and loud clothings just aint my style. Last time, i was going for plain tops, plain color, plain accessories. And ya, i remain a plain jane. =p just kidding tho.
I guess coreen-min influenced me with her green green green obsession. Turning me into a greeny obsession freak. And of course, i would be subjected to being the laughing stock within the family. I bought this green + white strips top few months back from FOX. Dad always says that i look like a jail-bird. Mom calls me a zebra. And min? that lass calls me a frog. It's never-ending.
It's just a green top. aiyo. sad leh.
And of course, Emily dearest does influence me with her dressing too. I think she is one of the few people that dresses really well. Stylish and chic. No matter what negative comments i MIGHT get for my prom dress, i still think that Emily has done a good job for me. =)
but then again, it's my dressing. who cares! =p
|12:19 AM|
I am leaving Chinablack for greener pastures.
Charlie celebrated his birthday at Liquid Room last sat. Strongly believe that everyone had a mighty good time. I did by the way.
Now, that was the fun and enjoyable nite that i've been waiting for.
And thanks Charlie and Keshia for the invitation. It was good.
The price of the drinks were about the same as zouk. And to my utmost surprise, ladies have free entry. The area at Liquid Room was a lil' smalll tho. And yes, i drank quite alot. Purely housepour + a lil' beer. Didnt dare to MIX too much cause Mr Ckk kept reminding me. =p
Haha. Ser mixed her drinks. whisky-dry + tequilla + beer = KO. I remembered drinking Graveyard in the past. Was kinda high but aint drunk. Thought everything was alrite until i drank vodka-sprite at the last hour. That was the consequences of MIXING drinks. I learnt my lesson tho and i think Ser did too. =))
After which, we headed to River Valley for supper. Chicken rice. Julian was sooooo into Kai Lan. He repeated like, 5-6 times that he wanted Kai Lan Kai Lan Kai Lan Kai Lan Kai Lan Kai Lan............Felt like, a radio being placed beside me. Anyway, i didnt get to eat much of the chicken tho. Was sitting in the middle of the table. And the chicken was at the 2 ends. So, ya, i ate quite a bit of Julian's KAI LAN. No choice. (-_-)*
Char was drunk. =) Expected outcome. He is the Birthday boy. Anyway, it would be his Birthday tomorrow. Hey Charlie, Happy Advanced Birthday tho. =)
Tref's friend was sweet enough to send the both of us home. Except that he needs to make a detour from Sin Ming. And again, Tref and i had our post-clubbing short chat. We always do that by the way. Anyway, Tref's birthday and mine are pretty close. Prolly having a joint celebration. It'ii be fun. =)
Nopee, no more the usual places. I am into the newer areas. Club MoMo and Coco Latte seems interesting tho.
Goodbye ChinaBlack.
Hello Liquid Room!
The price of the drinks were about the same as zouk. And to my utmost surprise, ladies have free entry. The area at Liquid Room was a lil' smalll tho. And yes, i drank quite alot. Purely housepour + a lil' beer. Didnt dare to MIX too much cause Mr Ckk kept reminding me. =p
Haha. Ser mixed her drinks. whisky-dry + tequilla + beer = KO. I remembered drinking Graveyard in the past. Was kinda high but aint drunk. Thought everything was alrite until i drank vodka-sprite at the last hour. That was the consequences of MIXING drinks. I learnt my lesson tho and i think Ser did too. =))
After which, we headed to River Valley for supper. Chicken rice. Julian was sooooo into Kai Lan. He repeated like, 5-6 times that he wanted Kai Lan Kai Lan Kai Lan Kai Lan Kai Lan Kai Lan............Felt like, a radio being placed beside me. Anyway, i didnt get to eat much of the chicken tho. Was sitting in the middle of the table. And the chicken was at the 2 ends. So, ya, i ate quite a bit of Julian's KAI LAN. No choice. (-_-)*
Char was drunk. =) Expected outcome. He is the Birthday boy. Anyway, it would be his Birthday tomorrow. Hey Charlie, Happy Advanced Birthday tho. =)
Tref's friend was sweet enough to send the both of us home. Except that he needs to make a detour from Sin Ming. And again, Tref and i had our post-clubbing short chat. We always do that by the way. Anyway, Tref's birthday and mine are pretty close. Prolly having a joint celebration. It'ii be fun. =)
Nopee, no more the usual places. I am into the newer areas. Club MoMo and Coco Latte seems interesting tho.
Goodbye ChinaBlack.
Hello Liquid Room!
|8:41 PM|
Be yourself.
Why would people wanna change themselves so much? Sometimes it really makes me wonder.
As the saying goes, 'old habits die hard'. Yes, changing today may make your significant other happy. But relationship should be all about acceptance, shouldn't it? I am simply amazed, sometimes pissed, seeing people behaving like 2 different individuals. And of cause, the significant other was shown only the perfect and very often, the unreal side.
It felt like, being friends with a 2 headed snake. Goodness.
I know love do play a major part in people changing. Seriously, if one change for the better and stay happy, by all means, change. I encourage you. Else, if you feel cranky and change so as to keep your partner, dont even think about it. You're would only be making yourself suffer. As well as torturing the people around you. Sometimes, in life, we ought to spare a thought for others. And do take responsibilty for your actions.
Well, pretty recently, a gf of mine just ended her relationship. Acceptance was the main issue i believe. She tried changing her character in one of her relationships. Resulting in her behaving like she has spilt personality. I did advise her to be herself, as this is what her parents make her to be. Sadly, she didnt heed. Naturally, the relationship failed. The forced change tired her out.
Yes, she learnt from it. In her current relationship, she was true to him. And herself. No spilt personality. No different faces. I was glad. But i guess, relationships are like trial and error. It is a risk. A gamble. Relationships which turned out well would lead to long term committments. Sucky ones would lead to break up la.
What i know is, dont waste each other's time. If you really cant get along, it'ii be better for a seperation. Give both parties a chance to find their true love. As what they always say, true love is sacrificing. I totally agree.
I know the level of hurt from that relationship aint the worst. That's why i am confident that she could pull through. It is just a matter of Time. Moreover, i have been through what she is feeling now. This is one situation that i fully comprehend.
Yeah, she is in isolation now. Not that she wanted to. I guess she needs time to find herself. As well as to straighten out her thoughts. She called me two days back. In which, she hurriedly hang up after a short chat. And i realised this. She aint ready to face or talk to me without crying.
I donno. When i entered Bacholarettehood, it was my dark period. BUT not the end of the world! Yeah, i avoided people. And isolated myself. Didnt talk. Didnt eat much. Slept alot. I know many were concerned and worried. The baybehs would send tons and tons of smses to me. i think they blew their hp bill. =p And yes, i finally came out of my "Camp Isolation" after a few months. Well, a good therapy to recover is to hang out with Singlets. Haha. Yes, my min. We were practically meeting up everyday. =)
I know you will read this entry. So here's what i wanna say to you gal. Don ever think that you're alone ya. You AINT alone. We are all here, alrite? =)
Why would people wanna change themselves so much? Sometimes it really makes me wonder.
As the saying goes, 'old habits die hard'. Yes, changing today may make your significant other happy. But relationship should be all about acceptance, shouldn't it? I am simply amazed, sometimes pissed, seeing people behaving like 2 different individuals. And of cause, the significant other was shown only the perfect and very often, the unreal side.
It felt like, being friends with a 2 headed snake. Goodness.
I know love do play a major part in people changing. Seriously, if one change for the better and stay happy, by all means, change. I encourage you. Else, if you feel cranky and change so as to keep your partner, dont even think about it. You're would only be making yourself suffer. As well as torturing the people around you. Sometimes, in life, we ought to spare a thought for others. And do take responsibilty for your actions.
Well, pretty recently, a gf of mine just ended her relationship. Acceptance was the main issue i believe. She tried changing her character in one of her relationships. Resulting in her behaving like she has spilt personality. I did advise her to be herself, as this is what her parents make her to be. Sadly, she didnt heed. Naturally, the relationship failed. The forced change tired her out.
Yes, she learnt from it. In her current relationship, she was true to him. And herself. No spilt personality. No different faces. I was glad. But i guess, relationships are like trial and error. It is a risk. A gamble. Relationships which turned out well would lead to long term committments. Sucky ones would lead to break up la.
What i know is, dont waste each other's time. If you really cant get along, it'ii be better for a seperation. Give both parties a chance to find their true love. As what they always say, true love is sacrificing. I totally agree.
I know the level of hurt from that relationship aint the worst. That's why i am confident that she could pull through. It is just a matter of Time. Moreover, i have been through what she is feeling now. This is one situation that i fully comprehend.
Yeah, she is in isolation now. Not that she wanted to. I guess she needs time to find herself. As well as to straighten out her thoughts. She called me two days back. In which, she hurriedly hang up after a short chat. And i realised this. She aint ready to face or talk to me without crying.
I donno. When i entered Bacholarettehood, it was my dark period. BUT not the end of the world! Yeah, i avoided people. And isolated myself. Didnt talk. Didnt eat much. Slept alot. I know many were concerned and worried. The baybehs would send tons and tons of smses to me. i think they blew their hp bill. =p And yes, i finally came out of my "Camp Isolation" after a few months. Well, a good therapy to recover is to hang out with Singlets. Haha. Yes, my min. We were practically meeting up everyday. =)
I know you will read this entry. So here's what i wanna say to you gal. Don ever think that you're alone ya. You AINT alone. We are all here, alrite? =)
|9:38 PM|
'High level of intelligence but low morality.'
i refer the above phrase to the Sunday Times 19 June 2005. An article written by the author Pek Choo. And yes, you might have guess it. The topic was on Sarong Party Girls. I donno. I think this phrase fully describes them. Some SPGs go for money, others simply go for love. I shalln't go into much details bout' the phrase. It's pretty controversial.
And seriously, i would rather divert my attention to writing bout' why some girls favour Caucasians over Singapore guys.
Few days back, i chatted with my guy friend. He was pretty much interested in a gal friend of mine. Call it girl's intuition. He didnt tell me directly but i could just sense it. I gave him the green light to court her.
This dude rebuked me by saying this:
"What? You want me to court her? She's only interested in Caucasians. And i think she likes smart people. I am much too dumb."
Controlling my frustrations, I replied:
No one is born dumb.
It's you, you and you who created this dumbness. And your above sentence have certainly shown your maturity and confidence. Or rather, the lack of both. Go get a life."
And of course, the remaining sentence was filtered.
Note: In case of readers who are color blind or suffers from nite-blindness (which is me), i have re-wrote the above sentence in RED.
Note: In case of readers who are color blind or suffers from nite-blindness (which is me), i have re-wrote the above sentence in RED.
So it should be:
"NO ONE IS BORN DUMB!
It's you, you and you who created this dumbness. And your above sentence have certainly shown your maturity and confidence. Or rather, the lack of both. Go get a life."
(Growl) ....
I just cant help thinking this. Why would people wanna act dumb when they aint? Lemme just say this. Acting dumb is a sure way for losing a relationship. I donno bout other girls. But i certainly dislike guys who have low-self esteem. Wake up baby. You're only getting people to pity you. Would you like that?
Gawddd.
Of course i know that not every Singapore guys are like that. That's why i am keeping my fingers (my toes too) crossed, hoping that my significant other aint like that. But no worries, i am able to differentiate between shy and low-self esteem.
So guys, when girls favour Caucasians, don complain. Sometimes, the problems really lies on you. But then again, there are exceptions tho. Yes yes, i can hear you all telling me that Sg girls are materialistic creatures, too highly independent, demanding, yada yada yada. And that would bring us to this topic of Sg guys going for Vietnamese Brides. But I am not digressing here. Hence, the Vietnamese Bride topic shall be continued in my future entries.
That's IF i wanna write bout' that tho. =)
|11:14 PM|
Sweet Keshia gave me a really nice testimonial in friendster. Yes gal, i'ii try to change my font bigger k? Just thought that the default one is kinda big. And hey, i am still waiting to read your entries from your new bloggy ya. =p
Headed back to NP with Min last fri. Feelings of Nostalgia. I didnt even know that the Co-op restructured their stuff! People may think that we were wasting our time for doing this. Min and i, however, have never regretted our trip back to donate blood. Something that we faithfully did for our 3 years at NP.
I think i am getting healthier. y'see, my blood flows non-stop. Within 5mins, i've already filled up the blood bag. And i swear i could feed an army of vampires at the rate that it was flowing.
We were given a ty-plush and portable hp chargers. Prolly our last trip and souvenirs from the NP Blood Drive. Had our dinner at Canteen one. Memories memories memories.
I was asking Min this: "What is one unforgettable moment that you have in NP?"
Min : "Fyp. =)"
When the question was posted back to me, i couldnt answer her. I dont have ONLY one moment. I have too many. =)
Fast forward to sat. Mz came back to the civillian world after 2 weeks at tekong. Spotting a newly shaved head and tanned face, Wendy and I obviously didnt give up the chance to photograph him. Hahahaha.
Anyway, the trip yesterday wasn't that fab. Fraid' i might be losing interest in clubbing. Donno leh. Prolly because black didnt play my song. Really wonder when would those fun trips occur again.
Shucks.
Mr Nice Guy offers to drive me to black.
Mr Nice Guy became NOT so nice. He blasted his TECHNO music and wind down his car windows. Dammit. Ah-beng car!
Save me!
The Girlies at Black yesterday.
The dudes.
That's all for black yesterday. Told ya there was nothing fab. =p
Anyway, Sis and i went shopping for her models photoshoot in the morning. Bikinis, that is. One of them caught my eyes. Sis bought it, stating that we'ii share that bikini. And ya, i ought to pay her half of the amount.
And just today, she surprised me by giving me the bikini. Suppose to be a prezzie for taking care of Lucky. Talk bout' appreciation. =)
Thanks sis!
|5:16 PM|
People baby-sit.
I dog-sit.
For these few days, 4 to be precise, my social life was zero. nil. zilch. kosong.
However i have no regrets exchanging my social life for those days spent with Lucky. Which brings me to this question. Why do people always call their pooches Lucky?
My couz Pei Jun's white japanese samoyed ; Alvin's first poodle ; Wen's uncle doggie; Ser's bulldog was called that too; Mouse's jack russell terrier. Strange rite? Is the name Lucky suppose to bring luck? Or is it some kinda name called for convenience sake? I donno. But this common doggie name simply amazes me to no end. =)
I think Lucky doesnt like me. She simply loves doing this. Standing infront of me with those innocent eyes. Out of curiousity, i stared into her eyes, and she'ii go............*woof* really loudly.
Okay, my ears suffered for the second time. She just kept barking and barking. At me! darn. Several reasons tho.
1) She is pissed at me for snatching away sis's chewed-up slippers.
2) She doesnt like to lose in a tug-of-war with me. I was saving my Ngee Ann jacket!
3) She doesnt like me to divide my attention between her and the lappy. Jealous dog.
4) She don appreciate the fact that i love tickling her ears when she is asleep.
5) She thinks i am a bad thrower.
I was suppose to throw the ball against the wall and command her to fetch. But then, i aimed wrongly. The ball HIT her small bobbing head, bounced off and landed on the floor. She looked at me. I think she was angry.
6) She doesnt like me carrying her like a baby.
7) I MIGHT have kicked her off the bed while i was sleeping. She sleeps under my covers by the way.
The last reason is prolly the most valid of all
8) I fed her with half-a-can of Casear tender lamb.
STOP! Before anyone reports to the SPCA that i ill-treat the poor pooch, hear me out.I seriously donno how much she eats. Was carrying out sis's instructions. Initially, i was a lil' suspicious of the miserable amount that Lucky eats. Y'see, my Dino eats almost half-a-can of Pedigree + rice and some biscuits. It was a darn huge difference. And ya, i starved her. Unintentionally of course!
This doggie is smart k? She learnt to snatch food outta' my very own hands. Talk about the sudden disappearance of my apples and Sunshine bread. -_-
Lucky destroyed my newspapers and again, i was engaged in a tug-of-war with her, trying to save my Straits Time. I lost this time.
She was here till 10+pm yesterday before Mouse brought her home. Seriously, i do miss her and her humongous ears. She has ears like Mickey. =)
|9:18 PM|
Y'know, I don feel like clubbing at the moment. That's so unlike me rite? And Min swear off clubbing for a few months too. Guess it wasn't good experience for the previous few trips. Who can blame us? It's either getting drunk OR clubbing with some sucky people OR clubbing 'alone'. 'Alone' as in we came in with a couple of friends and then, everyone spilt up and the both of us ended up having only each other for that night. Ya, i regarded Coreen and me as ONE. Cause' during the trips, we were always sticking together. And now that the gentlemen are heading to NS, the fun would definitely decrease.
Yes, people may ask me this with an exasperating tone: "What for need guys?"
Many reasons for heaven's sake. I, for one, don want strangers to get hooked up with me. I would prolly be left defenseless and stranded. Nope, no heels. I don wear them. Wonder if slippers would help fend them off. Oh, i still have my brolly tho. So no worries. But still, having your guys friends around seemed safer tho.
All girl group is definitely vulnerable to wolves with a capital WWWWWW. And we aint call-girls baby. Don think of having evil thoughts. Touch me and i'ii go *kaPowWW*. Send ya back to Mars for that's where you belong.
I do miss those good ol' days.
- Where we can drink as tho there aint tomorrow.
- Where i can hang out with my favourite lasses.
- Where i get to hang out with non-heterosexual people.
Oh, he is gay. He loves Vincent. (You guys should have think twice of pulling that msn trick on me. Haha. Unfortunately, i do remember everything that you both type. Well, almost actually)
- Where cousins-bonding takes place.
I am convinced that clubbing runs in the family blood. Couz Melvyn and Pauline (His 'Fruity')
- Where i befriend new faces in my life.
Such euphoria. I think 'Vindicated' looks good. Abit charred tho.
- Where clubbing sessions became drama serials.
- Where i get to experience some real fun.
Clubbing just doesnt feel right without you all.
|2:48 PM|
I have been judged.
And the worst deal of all, it was done by a good friend.
Discovered that few days ago. Didnt wanna blog bout' it as yet. Given my reckless nature, i would prolly blog something impulsive and harsh. Took those few days to think and ya, i have recovered. I think.
Feelings of being judged. Yes, i've experienced that in my poly days. Majority of people turning against me just because of a gurl. No one bothers to find out what's wrong and immediately pass judgement. Gfs stood by me but not my close male friends. I felt the pain and hurt. That's why from that on, i told myself not to judge others before finding out more. For these 2 years, i have seen many problems and tried practicing impartiality.
I never thought that after that 2 years, i would be judged again by yet, another good friend. Okay, i am naive. Naive thoughts of people not judging me for i don judge people. I was wrong. During those infrequent meet-ups, i was being all honest bout' my current life. Thinking that they, my dearest gfs, deserve to know. All my feelings. Dilemma. Thoughts. Problems. Analysis. Everything.
And yes, i've paid a heavy price for being honest. Should i regret my action? I donno.
It's hard for people to differentiate between desperation and fighting for happiness. I understand. Was treading on a very thin line there. Being very careful of the things that i did. Constantly consult Min and Sis before doing anything. I tried. I really did.
For a while, i ponder. What's really the definition of desperation. Asked a few gfs of mine.
Mel Ooi's reasoning : 'Maybe one who goes out flirting with other guys, hinting that she likes any guy whom she knows after a while. As in, liking from one guy to another, not neccessary going into a relationship.'
Min's reasoning : (Well, Min didnt give me a definite answer but she do know when to draw the line of going into desperadoos) Yes, i have her assurance that i am doing a-ookkay.
Sis reasoning : Pestering. People who wait by the phone or comp for their significant other to pop out. And falling for people easily. Rushing into relationships.
My reasoning : Prolly one who keeps pending and searching for the next available guy. Dependent singlets. One who waits and waits endlessly for calls and msg. Siao! No life.
Definition of desperation is pretty wide. The above reasoning refers to SINGLE people. Not applicable to people who are attached.
A check with my character against the above reasoning.
Verdict: "I am clear. Definitely clear."
Whatever their reasoning, it just aint my doings. Yes, at times i do get all emotional and stuff, but somehow somewhere, i felt that i do have a way in dealing this. And as mention, whatever things i do for him or for myself, i do know my limits. Cause i strongly believe that currently, both of us just want each other to live well.
Well, that's all i have to say. Whatever happens in my life, I know for sure, i do have people to fall back on. I would NEVER EVER think that i am alone. And my dearest friend, i don bear a grudge against you. Each have their freedom of speech. I don blame anyone. Prolly i still need more time to get to know you better despite those years of friendship.
|4:40 PM|
It's her birthday today. 24 years of age.
Ask me if she has aged? Hell no. She still look as beautiful as ever. =)
Two nites ago, we sang ktv at Clementi Party World. It was a joint celebration with mouse. Of all the gifts, i particulary like that figurines of Cinderella, the Prince and Fairy Godmother. I think it's sweet.
Gift by Mr Ckk.
But i prefer Snow White tho. Seriously, this sorta gift is more like a guy's gift for a girl. Somehow, it gets weird when a girl gives this kinda gift to a girl. =p
Well, yours truly gave her a tankie, bangle, necklace and pouch. At the very last min, i added this in.
Meaningless and lame? Nope, i don think so. When i saw 'Little Miss Busy', it reminded me so much of her. Busy working. Busy sleeping. Busy watching tv. Busy solving problems. Busy listening to whines. Busy Msn-ing. Busy crapping with me. Busy being the Greatest Sister on earth.
And of course, her busy life wont be complete without her 'Mr Perfect'. So hereby, wishing her that she would find her 'Busy' significant other soon.
Well, this birthday girl is quite gulliable. Either that or i am a super duper pro liar. Y'see, after that ktv session on wed, she was hungry. We went to the 7-11 at my home and I paid her sandwich.
Just yesterday, i told her that i have no presents to give her for i am broke. Told her that the sandwich was her birthday present. Guess what? She BELIEVED. Hahahahahahaha. Okay, i am evil.
She muttered : "I should have taken a pic of that sandwich." (sad)
Y'know, when i saw her disappointed face, i felt a strong urge to blurt out my surprise. But, i persevered and shut my mouth.
Everyone thought that sending her an advance sms means they are the first to wish her. WRONG. I was the first. heh heh. I stationed by the clock. Exactly 12mn, i send her the very first Birthday message for the 10 June 2005. Perks of living under the same roof as her.
She finally fell asleep at 3am+. I was suppose to wait for her to turn piggy before i put out the prezzies. Of course, piggys runs in the family blood. Yes, you guess it, i stumbled off to la la land too. Until 5.45am, mom came in to do her usual checking on us. That was when i jumped out of the bed. Think i frightened her.
She followed me to the study.
yes, i took out the prezzies, carefully hidden in my cupboard. actually not some top-notch hiding place la. It's just the cupboard above my table. As they say, the most dangerous place is the safest place. true what. =)
Anyway, in my dreamy state, i just display the prezzies on her study table. Mission completed.
And happy 24th birthday my dearest Cinderella. Muackz!
|6:31 PM|
Batch 85.
Taken this pic from Serene's bloggy. Lemme see. 7/10 of the batch people? Vincent, you should what i meant by that. Hahaha.
The first time i met the first batch of Batch 85 was on the 30th Oct 2004. Sch, Zhe Hong, Chia, Kesh and Charlie respectively. It was the annual Halloween Party at Zouk. Mz's entry of that nite's happenings.
http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2004_10_31_blue-winter_archive.html
Taken this pic from Serene's bloggy. Lemme see. 7/10 of the batch people? Vincent, you should what i meant by that. Hahaha.
The first time i met the first batch of Batch 85 was on the 30th Oct 2004. Sch, Zhe Hong, Chia, Kesh and Charlie respectively. It was the annual Halloween Party at Zouk. Mz's entry of that nite's happenings.
http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2004_10_31_blue-winter_archive.html
Subsequently, i met Willy at the Hip Hop extravaganza at Far East. I still remember the first question he asked me.
"Eh, (covering his mouth area), does my eyes look like Taufik?"
I stood there dumbfounded. =)
That nite was the first time i saw almost the full Batch. We caught the 'Phantom of the Opera' at PS. Cheryl left the most lasting impression in my memory. Yes, you guess it. It was her laughter. Lemme recall those who were present. Mel Ho, Cheryl, Joseph, Kevin, Fong, Zhe Hong (donno who else)
Then came Mz's house party on the 31st Dec 2004. I saw Ser but didnt chat with her. Party because of my sore throat. At that time, i have been reading her bloggy and leaving annoymous comments for her. And no, i didnt curse her. Goodness. Annoymous comments don have to be negative rite. Mine were neutral ones. =)
Last up would be Vincent and tch. Caught "Meet the Fockers" at PS. Everyone was late that evening. I knew i would be early but one problem, I couldnt remember Vincent's face. =p So i waited near the snacks area for him to approach me instead. Which he did. Heh heh.
Oh ya, then dinner at Meridian foodcourt. tch ordered carrot cake. He knew that i would remember him through that carrot cake incident. How smart. =) Now, that wont be the only thing that i would remember him for. Addition to the list include sms and poem.
And then came blogging. Even though all of us don really speak during outings, i was surprised to find that everyone reads everyone's bloggys. Leaving comments for each other. =)
Well, fast forward to now. Some peeps may wonder why am i blogging bout' Batch 85 when i aint even one of them. Well, I blog bout' Special People tho. Batch 85 is one united group of friends. How often can you still find such people? Possible BUT rare.
Vincent's last entry before NS. http://owells.diary-x.com/journal.cgi?entry=20050608
Mixed feelings was what he experienced. Strangely, i do experience this too. I donno why. Prolly preparing for the absence of the guys who have made clubbing, chalets and parties so fun. Well, glad to see that the Batch 85 guys have been enjoying themselves before enlistment.
they say: Why are you blogging like they are never coming back?
i say: Choi! don curse people until like that. Well, madam here is a sentimental fool leh. At least i got friends to miss. Do you?
And most importantly, i am fortunate enough to chance upon this Batch. And Vin, all the best for NS ya. Till we meet, take great care.
|10:44 AM|
Millenia Institute.
I haven't heard of this school before. Okay, i am ignorant. Whatever it is, i certainly don appreciate their students screaming right into my poor ears. I boarded 189 yesterday afternoon. And yeap, i regretted taking the last few seats. Those gals were chatting so loudly that i could barely hear the song that my MP3 was playing.
And then, those piercing screams.
If those screams could cause an earthquake, the Ritcher Scale would definitely hit a high 10. I was surprised that the windows on the bus were still intact. As well as the glasses on that grandma. Prolly she cant hear properly. That would be a blessing for her tho.
Duh! I suffer leh.
Went to town yesterday with Emily. And met Wendy and Yijun at PS. They watched Madagascar. Note: Mr YJ. Yes, i know. I promise you that i'ii watch that movie with you but under certain circumstances, i have no choice. You would understand my situation in time to come ya. =)
Couple of bored souls on MSN. I am one too. That's why i aint going online. I'ii rather blog. Think i'ii be kinda inactive nowadays. Time is passing too quickly. Yes, i did promise myself to treasure moments. But now, moments are passing way too fast. Darn! Y'know, i have a sudden craving for Venezia's Mint ice cream. (I think Venezia has that, i remember eating something green) Was abstaining from it when i gained some pounds 2 weeks back.
That whole 2 weeks, i was practically indulging with ice creamie almost everyday. Some peeps thought that i was stressed or depressed. But no, i just adore mint ice creamie. Anything to do with peppermint, be it choco, ice cream or shots, i simply love it. =)
"Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye."
-H. Jackson Brown Jr.
How true can that be.
|10:43 PM|
Was at John's on thurs night, celebrating his 21st birthday. I didnt know he was 21 by the way. Perks of having a 'baby-face'. Actually, John looked like a pixie to me. (Sorry ada, it's not an insult! Really.) I mean, this dude has quite delicate features. Hahahahaha. Ada, you should be happy leh. =)
Okay, that aside. Thurs was prolly the last time we'ii all see marc and greg until eons later. Both were enlisted into NS last friday. Greg went for his haircut and seriously, he looked so so so different. I am now trying to visualize how marc, jerome, vincent, john and etc. would look like in their botakhood. Hahahaha. Guess there'ii be a huge caps investments from the guys.
National Service. Friends, one by one, leaving to serve the nation. Ya, they shall be missed. Sometimes, i really wonder what the stuff they did in the camps. For some, it's excitement. For others, it's anxiety. I donno. Prolly this is the only legal slavery in Singapore. just kiddingtho. It's suppose to be some kinda training for the guys, building them up emtionally and physically. Fat, obese, thin, bulimic-people who goes into the government slimming centre would certainly come out fitter. Well, prolly there might be a few exceptions tho.
I do hear of stories of guys who cry on their first night at tekong. To me, it was like "Oh my gawd!". I've been reading the papers bout' guys in the UNI being wimpish. These 'wimpish' guys have already did their national service. So my question is "Does NS really build guys to be stronger individuals?" I know they do in the past. Look at what NS did to my dad. Goodness, i wish NS in the past was more lenient. Dad could jolly well be the male version of Jane Fonda in Monster-in-law.
Back to the topic. I do have a couple of experiences tho. Fortunately, the majority of my guy friends aint like that. Else, i would really think twice of living here. Sometimes, i love to associate wimps with gays. Yes yes, i know. Wimps aint gays. Gays MAY BE wimps. I donno. Somehow, image portray by both are so similar. Remember that IDIOT acquaintance of mine? Well, he aint gay but he behaves like one. Gosh, i simply hate that! He does look tough on the outside, but somehow, i can visualize him fanning himself with an imaginary fan, giving me that Mr-Butter-is-melting-under-the-sun look.
He DOES constantly check himself in the mirror and praising himself that he have a tight and curvy butt. And ya, he ever tries on clothes and telling me how suave he looked.
Hey dude, self praise is INTERNATIONAL DISGRACE. Remember that.
Help! Can someone just kill him for me.
I'ii be eternally grateful. =p
|8:23 PM|
Is your heart being controlled emotionally or logically?
Mine used to be the former. Hence, that explained my 'clinging-on-over-possessive' behaviour in the past. And it often portray an individual to be very irritating and weak emotionally. However, when i managed to curb my emotional feelings and turned logical, i appeared fierce, firm and cold-hearted.
Well, sometimes, one can be so torn between trying to 'behave-the-right-way' (logical) and 'behave-what-you-are-really-feeling' (emotional). I am always a victim of such situations.
No doubt i have always try to maintain a positive outlook in life, but in such cases, i prefer to remain pessimistic. Not that i wanted to but do i have any choice? I always tell my gfs this. If the 2 solutions hurt, you'ii just have to pick the solution that hurt you the least.
Yes, i am listening to myself. Playing Aunt Agony to others has always been my forte. Now, i can safely say this. I am able to play aunt agony to myself.
I read this quote in the Sunday Times i think.
"When you help others, dont think of getting repaid by the same person. Coz very often, somehow somewhere, help would be given to you most unexpectedly. Sometimes even by strangers. Angels are everywhere.
I love the last sentence. =)
Just yesterday, i chance upon this 'angel'. His name is Tan Chye Huat - tch. Hahaha. I think a couple of people in the Batch 85 are potential poem-writers.
- Poem by tch.
When troubles come your soul to try,
You love the friend who just stands by.
Perhaps there's nothing she can do,
The thing is strictly up to you.
For there are troubles all your own,
And paths the soul must tread alone.
Times when love can't smooth the road,
Nor friendship lift the heavy load.
But just to feel you have a friend,
Who will stand by until the end.
Whose sympathy through all endures,
Whose warm handclasp is always yours.
It helps somehow to pull you through,
Although there's nothing she can do.
And so with fervent heart we cry,
God Bless the friend who just stands by.
Passable? Hope you shine in life for God..Stay gorgeous ehz..chillz~~
Note: look here tch, i am shining! =)
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Here is my poem in return.
Angels angels, you are everywhere.
Kindly bless my friends who are always there.
No doubt not all are present physically.
But i can feel them emotionally.
Yes, constant changes occur in my life.
Forcing myself to adapt them is as good as going under the butcher knife.
But, does life gives you any choice?
Sadly it doesn't. So might as well treasure the things we have and rejoice.
Well, changes does make me stronger.
Causing me to be weak no longer.
Most importantly, Thank you my dear friend.
For the things you did, a friendship was born in the end.
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Okay, i think i am in my poem-writing craze. But then again, it's always a blessing to know that there are people who still cares. Thankew dude! =)
|4:32 PM|
Went phuturing yesterday and finally got home at 5am after a light supper of prata and teh tarik.
miss that bak ku teh. darn.
somehow, i couldnt get to sleep even tho i was physically tired. and guess what, i started to compose a poem. Rack my brains for nearly an hour before i came up with this really simple one.
Er, it's kinda infantile tho.
Angel tears were shed yesterday.
Has things really turn out this way?
Of choices there were none.
To cruelly snatch happiness for my sake is something i simply cant.
Your fate lies in your own hands.
To resist or accept would decide where you land.
Family and friends would miss you so bad.
Live life well and i'ii be glad.
Can finally 'patent' my poem. Or rather, copyright it. hahaha.
Okay, I think i am going nuts. =)
|1:55 PM|