Wooweewaawee

Shoes that gives you wings!

2012-01-16T12:06:00.001+08:00

Shoes, not Redbull, gives you wings!

DANCE!

2012-01-16T12:03:00.001+08:00

When I look at Yza dancing...

First week of school reopen

2012-01-13T03:00:00.002+08:00

Waking up every morning for school is such a drag

Dear Yza

2012-01-07T19:02:00.002+08:00

You are Beautiful

You really are. Everything little bits that make you yourself, is beautiful. Your hair, be it long or short, tied up or let down. Your eyes, with or without your glasses. Your cheeks, cute dumpling looking cheeks. Your lips, especially when you pout. Everything about you is beautiful. Your smooth and firm skin (and no you are not fat). Your smell which got me hooked on to you like a leech. Your little small fingers that my hands wants to hold each time I'm with you (and writing about this makes me want to hold your hand right now). Your ears, cute little ears. Your neck, which I like to stick my teeth at. Your arms, which I like to hold on to. Your flat stomach, yes they are flat. Your armpits, tropical fruit. Your dong dongs, don't need to explain :) Your height, I can hug you easily from where I am. Your curvy body, yes they are curvy. Your voice, sweet melodious voice. Your sweet lips, something that I can't get enough of. Even your imperfections are beautiful. Your little red mountains of pimples, angrily staring at me. So baby, please don't listen to those people who call you fat, ugly, short or other bad stuff. I want you to know that you are beautiful, no matter how you are. I love you baby.

Happy Monthsary :)
-Genie

Geeky Day out + Halloween day

2011-11-04T16:34:00.002+08:00

Genie + Yza Park Kim

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My dream right now

2011-11-03T16:43:00.000+08:00

...is to go to Narnia with my Chibi :)

:)

2011-11-03T12:03:00.000+08:00

Ughh...what the?

2011-11-02T23:07:00.000+08:00

After spending some time reading my own blog posts, I realized something...

Why on earth do I have a feeling that my blog looks and feels like a girl's blog?

I FOUND US A WAY TO NARNIA!

2011-10-24T08:45:00.000+08:00

Let's each grab a bunch of balloons and fly together to Narnia Chibi :)

Ughhh...

2011-10-24T08:22:00.005+08:00

Start of school? Ughh..give me a break

Overseas Trip!

2011-10-19T23:57:00.000+08:00

Let's go to Paris together Chibi!

Keep Laughing :D

2011-10-19T23:52:00.002+08:00

Chibi :D

2011-10-14T00:21:00.000+08:00

I-suck-at-art-period

2011-10-01T01:25:00.003+08:00

Da Board

The board that I made but didn't even get to use it :/
Oh well.
I should just stick with chocolates.

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Day 13: The Arrival Day

2011-09-30T10:54:00.002+08:00

September 30, 2011. Friday.

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MOGGMOGMGOMGGOMGOGMGOMGOGMGOGMOGMGOGOMGOGMGOMGOGMGOGMOGMGO

MY GIRL IS COMING BACK TODAY!!

Yogurt Love

2011-09-29T23:50:00.000+08:00

Let's get this once you are back alright Chibi?

Day 12: I CAAAAAN'T WAIT!

2011-09-29T23:29:00.000+08:00

September 29, 2011. Thursday.

Can I like head over to Indonesia and meet my girl over at the Indonesia airport right now? The wait is killing me like crazy. AAHHH! CHIBI! YOUR FAN-BOY IS HERE WAITING FOR YOUR ARRIVAL! HAHAHAHA!

난 당신을 사랑 해요

Day 11: JUST TWO MORE DAYS!

2011-09-28T08:48:00.006+08:00

September 28, 2011. Wednesday.

Something I want to do when I get to see her

Smile

2011-09-27T16:25:00.000+08:00

Something that we all ought to do everyday

Day 10: Collision!

2011-09-27T16:20:00.000+08:00

September 27, 2011. Tuesday.

Ever had 3 different events all happening on the same day? I'm currently in that spot right now and I am TOAST! All three of these events are equally important and I know I'll be disappointing one or another if I ditch either one of them.

The three events are:

Dance for Director's preview
I can't ditch my dance as it is somewhat like a prerequisite for my Genting Competition so that's IMPORTANT!
Meeting/dry-run for Children's Event
The meeting for the dry-run of the Children's Event has been already planned quite long ago and not coming for it would just be BAAD!
Mentor's meeting for practicum
Well...if it is practicum it is always important

I'm soo screwed...I'm always screwed anyway so what's new? Hahaha!

Maganda, Na Miss Kita like HELL!!
Counting down the days is not helping. I want you here with me right now

How I am feeling right now

2011-09-26T07:23:00.000+08:00

Day 9: Back to School...well..sort of

2011-09-26T07:21:00.003+08:00

September 26, 2011. Monday.

Two months of holidays are finally coming to an end as the start of the school term is drawing close. When school reopens, I'll be covered in mountains of books, assignments and commitments, something I am soo not looking forward to. For now, I just have to savour every last bits of heaven I have right now before I plunge into hell.

4 more days before I can see you Chibi
Can't wait

Waking Up Every Morning

2011-09-25T07:13:00.001+08:00

That's me every morning - minus the alcohol

Day 8: Genting Dance

2011-09-25T07:10:00.002+08:00

September 25, 2011. Sunday.

Sunday is here and that means I have dance early in the morning at the other side of the planet. In a few minutes time, I have to go out and I know I am so screwed as I missed last training. Adding to my misery, I can't dance Jai-Ho fast enough and ended up look like a retard trying to catch up with the speed.

Didn't hear from you Chibi,
hope you are fine

This one for you Chibi!

2011-09-24T19:58:00.000+08:00

Three Cookies!

Day 7: Malay Day

2011-09-24T19:57:00.000+08:00

September 24, 2011. Saturday.

If there is a day where you hear me speak a lot of Bahasa Melayu, that would be today. I got in touch with my other side, the Malay side of me, of which I rarely show to people for a good reason. Plainly because my standards of Malay is even worse than a Primary 4 kid.

*I don't even know what's right and left in Malay and the days of the week in Malay*

I had to converse in Malay as today I had two events that were held in Malay, well sort of as we kinda mixed English in the pot once awhile while talking. Despite my disadvantage though, I still manage to fair better than I expected, except for the very last event where a friend of mine had to be a Malay translator for me, which is embarrassing. Ughh...

I'm counting the days where you will come back to me
I miss you girl

I should do this more

2011-09-23T11:00:00.000+08:00

Day 6: Half-way Mark

2011-09-23T10:52:00.003+08:00

September 23, 2011. Friday.

Is it me or does it feel like time is butt-shuffling it's way nowadays? I really can't wait for next week to come. It's killing me. I don't really care about anything right now, I just want to see my girl right now. I don't really have much time to spend with her with the holidays coming to an end but I'll make due with what time I have with her.

Putting that aside, I have not been going for dance for almost a month now and I know I'll be screwed once school reopens. The guilt feeling is eating into me but it can't be help with whatever is happening right now. I hope I can ketchup with whatever I missed out :S

I can't help but to...

2011-09-23T01:30:00.001+08:00

I'm such a worry wart

Say what you want but I know I am such a worry wart. Girl please be okay. Your phone call yesterday made me more worried about you girl.

Surprise!

2011-09-22T23:55:00.000+08:00

May be I should wear this when I fetch Chibi
just to see her reaction

Day 5: The Nightmare

2011-09-22T23:52:00.000+08:00

September 22, 2011. Thursday.

I woke up today, feeling all shaky from the dream I had this morning. Really bad dream, one that I don't even want it to happen. Chibi, please be safe. Stupid dream just made me more paranoid as ever.

Paranoid person here missing his girl

Chibi's signature look

2011-09-21T16:33:00.000+08:00

The picture on the top right TOTALLY look like
Chibi's signature look

Day 4: The Revival

2011-09-21T16:24:00.000+08:00

September 21, 2011. Wednesday.

IT'S ALIVE, IT'S ALIVEEEEEE!! MUAHAHAHAHA!

My phone is finally able to send smses and make calls and that makes me smile so wide like a fat boy getting a tub of ice-cream all to himself. Finally after what felt like months of not using my phone, it feel so good that I can do so. Though it burned a huge hole in my pocket, it's worth it!

What's great was that yesterday at exactly 10.05 PM, I got my first call, and it is from CHIBI! God does it feel like the greatest thing on Earth, hearing her voice after what felt like years since we have last seen/ heard from each other.

Chibi please hurry back home..
Missing you

Chibi, Y U SO CUTE?

2011-09-21T02:35:00.000+08:00

Looking at you is like the feeling you get when you look at
this picture, plus x10 on top of that.

Day 3: Forever broke

2011-09-21T02:30:00.000+08:00

September 20, 2011. Tuesday.

Money slips from my hands like my hands are made out of butter. It won't even stay for a day for my case. So recently I just got 300 bucks and shortly after, I had to give it away since I owed my Mom ka-ching.

So now I'm broke again. I'm back to square one. Ughh...

But anyway...
Chibi, I do hope you are fine. Worried person here.

Chilling bro'

2011-09-19T07:41:00.000+08:00

Chilling like a seal on my bed

Day 2: Hibernating in process...

2011-09-19T07:20:00.000+08:00

September 19, 2011. Monday.

I spend my whole day yesterday, catching up with the sleep the I lost and it turns out that I slept throughout the whole day yesterday straight. What the FISSHHHHH?!! Straight after I post yesterday's blog post, I went straight to sleep, woke up awhile at night to eat and slept right after that. I was oddly extremely tired, I didn't know I lost that amount of sleep.

(I won't be surprise if my bed has an imprint of my body on it after sleeping on it for so long.)

BUT ANYWAY! I am up and running right now and I feel FRESH AS EVER! Well...not literally fresh as I stink as hell right now but YOU SHOULD GET THE POINT! So to make up for all those hours I lost yesterday from freaking sleeping, I'm planning to go to the library...LIBRARY...ughhh.

*One thing about me is that I don't really like library very much. They smell like someone's dirty socks and the 'bouncers' there are really annoying.*

Day 2 has been still been taxing on me as it has been two days since she left. Missing her. Oh well, can someone rent me a boat? I want to row my way to Indonesia to see her.

GAAAYYYUUUUHHH SAMPAN!! GAYUUHHHH GAYUUUUHH SAMPAN!
- Inside joke :P

Day 1: The Day After Departure

2011-09-19T01:41:00.000+08:00

September 18, 2011. Sunday.

It's the first day not contacting or seeing Chibi after she left Singapore and I am not used to it. I still am having some hard time adjusting myself to her absence, knowing she is somewhere else. Hope she is having a great time there. I'm sure she would.

Waking up a day not knowing where she is, or how is doing or not hearing her voice or seeing her, makes me feel like my world is out of place. It feels like my world is losing it's colour. The sky that I ever so knew from young feels like it lost it's colour. The sky feels like it is turning to gray. It feels that way when she is not with me now.

Oh Chibi, hurry and come back right now.

Chibi traveling the world...

2011-09-18T10:23:00.000+08:00

September 17, 2011. Saturday.

The day where Chibi depart Singapore.

The day where you are not with me.

The start of my hell.

I am missing you so much already.
Come back already
Missing you here in Singapore.

Three cookies from Elyza

2011-08-31T00:10:00.001+08:00

Mi am as vin :)

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A random post that I read from a random blog on a random day

2011-08-26T15:45:00.000+08:00

Words of wisdom from an Auntie:

“You have to try ler. You know life on earth is not long, you save money alot for what? Eventually you’ll die and you’ll regret for not trying things for life just because you want to save money. So if you can afford it, go grab it! You have to try things at lesat once in your life.”

I SOOO AGREE on this. Got this from a website.

http://oneidea2day.wordpress.com/

Awesome shitz

Stucked on my mind

2011-07-11T10:47:00.000+08:00

I just can't get you off my mind and why would I even try.

I officially look like a girl

2011-07-10T20:51:00.000+08:00

Scissors + Hair = Trauma. Ughhh!

Sooooo rigggghhhttt!

I just had a haircut and like any other experience I had with any hair-cutting experience, it was just terri-BAD! From afro hairstyle to no-sideburns and NOW, bangs. God do I look like a freaking girl right now.

ARRGHHH!! I showed her the picture of how I wanted my hair to be cut (below) but NOOOO the hair stylist cut my hair to some weird ass bangs hair.

HAIR STYLIST, Y U NO CUT MY HAIR LIKE THIS?

May be I should just come to school wearing a wig like this :(

Photo taking :)

2011-07-10T06:16:00.001+08:00

Hellloooooo Maganda!

NOM NOM NOMS

Her Signature look :D

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Time-travel

2011-07-05T06:18:00.000+08:00

Can I rewind the time back when I first meet her?

Mad RUSH

2011-07-05T06:05:00.000+08:00

So I just accomplished what I thought was impossible and that was to finish my 1350 word essay in one day, from scratch till the end. Insane huh? I KNOW RIGHT?

I thought I still had a good one more week to finish my assignments as some of my classmates did told me that we are just handing in the draft to my lecturer BUT apparently when they mean draft, they meant the whole essay, top to bottom done. Knowing that at the very last minute, I panicked like hell.

When all seems lost, I did regain some of my sanity by sms-ing my favourite girl. If not for her, I think I would have seriously lost it and it DID really helped me a lot. I thank you for that :)

With that, I end this post :D

What I have been doing a lot nowadays

2011-06-30T19:27:00.000+08:00

Ever since I have insomnia, I've been trying to tire myself out by dancing. In the end, I ended up not sleepingbut instead dancing through the whole night.

I think she's beautiful. But beautiful's just part of the things she does that amaze me

2011-06-27T10:23:00.000+08:00

Late-night Skype = :)

Falling out of love

2011-06-22T18:16:00.000+08:00

NDP Rehearsals!!

2011-06-19T15:11:00.000+08:00

Our NDP costumes!
(Although we are wearing cheer-leading costumes, we are actually dancing hip-hop. Totally no link at all)

Dancing, dancing, DANCING! I've been participating in a lot of dance activities nowadays to keep myself busy. NRA dance, Soul'd out and now NDP! This is my first time participating in a very big event so I'm quite excited :P

Me n Domi wearing our cheer-leading costume :P

The downside is that my weekends don't even feel like a weekend as I'll be returning home feeling really shagged from dance. Try dancing from early 9am till 10pm, you'll know what I mean.

Sweet treats from a sweet girl

Chibi A.K.A sweet girl

Contemplating...

2011-06-16T01:12:00.000+08:00

Snip, snip, snip!

From an essay long, to a bunch of sentences, to a couple of pictures and a short sentence. My blog post has really been cutting down in terms of words. Honestly, a lot is going through my life right now and I really want to write it all down here but with my current condition of my lappy, I don't think I'm looking forward to writing any blog post with the screen going all blurry and fizzy.

Tried taking a photo to show how retarded my computer is acting up but it's all too dark. So here's a kitty instead!

Anyway I'll think I'll start writing blog post like how I used to when I get my computer repaired.

TAA-TAA!

You are the only girl that I see :)

2011-06-14T12:24:00.001+08:00

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POST-IT INVASION!

2011-06-02T01:02:00.000+08:00

I just recently bought myself this huge bunch of post-its and MAAN do I love to decorate wherever I go with them! :D

(Though by right Im suppose to write down notes for classes but I end up pasting it everywhere like as if Im pasting talismans around the school :P)

Anyway.. I just got home from tagging along with my bro after school to help him with some stuff.

In return, he bought me two red bean...thingy (its like this ice kacang dish), this Koi drink which taste so gooood! Plus a couple of sushi.

I guess thats what I nees. A little break \ rest. Im just mentally exhausted with everything thats going around me but I need to continue FIGHTING!

I see you Ms Tina! :P

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HAI-YAH!!

2011-05-29T00:58:00.000+08:00

HAI-YAH!

*Karate chop*

Today was kelvin wushu's competition and instead of dancing af esplanade, I decided to go cheer him on instead.

Over at the sports stadium, the people there I tell you were inhumane. They were doing cartwheels, flips, spilts like as if those were child's play.

Luckily, I reached there before the competition started. Although the competition was chingchongpingpong all the way, I could roughly tell whats going on.

Anyway cutting the story short, Kelvin got silver and we all live happily ever after.

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Hugs..I really love them a lot

2011-05-21T02:02:00.000+08:00

I really, really, really am dying for a long hug. CHIBI! I WANT A HUG FROM YOU! :D

NRA AUDITION!

2011-05-16T08:26:00.000+08:00

So here I am, queuing up for NRA audition over in Ngee Ann and MAN are there a lot of dancers here! So much so that I got intimidated.

At first, I thought the number of people auditioning would not be much as I THOUGHT only year ones would be auditioning but it was not the case. Gosh dancers from all walks of life were there, waiting to audition and there I was, feeling sooooo....small.

So anyway, to break the tension, I *tried* talking to the person beside me and found out she is/was a BALLERINA! HOW COOL IS THAT? A BALLERINA TRYING TO AUDITION FOR A HIP-HOP CCA? She told me that she was just a beginner herself and that somehow made me feel a little better.

The rest of the time, we spend time queuing so freaking long and I later found out it's because people were taking their time writing their particulars. WHAT THE FISH? THIS IS A DANCE AUDITION PEOPLE! NOT A HAND-WRITING COMPETITION!

But anyway...we went through the choreography, blah blah blah and end up, I screw up when I was dancing in front of the judges. Just so freaking great. A thing about me, I can't stand it when someone is scrutinizing my every moves and that makes me nervous and blank out.

But I do hope I can make it for NRA though...RAWR!

Beauty and me

2011-05-16T08:22:00.000+08:00

I just caught the movie, "BEASTLY" with this lovely girl who I went with and man does the movie MOVED ME!

*SPOILER ALERT!*

The movie is about this rich and handsome guy who is nothing but vain and he thinks he can get anything he wants through his fortune, fame and good looks. Little did he know what was going to happen.

Overall, the movie's goooooood :D

I AM BLEEDING!

2011-05-12T11:18:00.000+08:00

Share with you stalkers something!

I JUST DONATED BLOOD FOR THE THIRD TIME! WOOO!!!!

*Cricket cricket...*

OKAY FINE! I guess I am the only one who thinks it is a big deal!

I posted a comment on Facebook saying,
"YESSS! Guys should donate MORE blood since they dont lose blood every month :P"
(And I get two likes...*smiles*)

But ANYWAY...gosh do I feel drained a little giddy right now. I guess donating blood has it's toll but I'm glad I can save lives with my blood! Hehe....

Anyway right now, I'm going to meet Allyzon at Tampines. Apparently she likes looooonngg bus rides. Been awhile isnce I last saw her smile. LOOKING FORWARD TO IT!

Sick sick girl

2011-05-10T16:03:00.000+08:00

OHMYGEE!

Allyzon told me that she's sick. (People are falling sick more and more often nowadays ~ probably the weather)

I'm quite worried about her, especially since she's having Asthma and all. I do hope she will be up and running by tomorrow so I can see her SMILEEEE! :D

Times like this, I wish I can stay by her side and look after her.

(Oh well...dream on boy...)

That's my Chibi!

2011-04-29T00:05:00.000+08:00

I SEE YOU!

A coming end to a beautiful Fairy-tale

2011-02-19T15:08:00.000+08:00

(Just when I get to the interesting part, story is ending)

WAZZZUUPPP PEOPLE??

(*Cricket sound*...)

Okayy...I guess it's totally empty here but who cares? I'm just here to write my thoughts out. So here goes!

This post is going to be short cause I'm quite...er...busy...yeah....with...er...stuff?

*Cough cough BULL-CRAP Cough Cough*

Anyway coming back, it's already the last few weeks of my attachment in my childcare center and honestly...I don't feel like leaving...

I never thought I would be saying this cause I said the EXACT opposite thing when I first arrive there.

It's like, you are being place in a deserted island for 3 months and after that, you are back to your normal life. However right now, after being there for like 2 months or so, I'm so eating back my words now.

I'll sure miss being in that center a HELL LOT! Like serious poop. I'll miss the children, seeing their faces. (Though I do not miss the part where I was playing with a puddle of pee with my hands, thinking it a spill water from a water-bottle.)

I'll miss the Aunty Ah Mah there for all the free food they had given me.
(I'm getting hungry thinking about it. What the fish?)

I'll miss my colleagues there especially. Seriously awesome, fun and FUNNY bunch of people. They seriously make dull days into a colourful days. CAN THE WORLD HAVE MORE PEOPLE LIKE THEM PLEASE?

Three months pass by so quickly and right now I'm left with 2 weeks or so with them and it SUCKS.

If life has a replay button, this would be one of my favourite episode in my life that I would love to replay over and over and over and...

Why Genie loves Chibi

2011-01-01T02:34:00.000+08:00

Genie loves Chibi because:

She makes me smile widely to myself like a maniac when I talk to her on the phone
How she can still make my heart skip a beat even until now
The way how she can wear any plain T-shirt and shorts and still look good wearing them
She loves to wrestle and tickle me
How ticklish she is
How amazing that she smells like Fruit Punch
The way her hair playfully dance around in the wind when a passing breeze blows it
The smell of her hair when a breeze pass her hair
Her lovely cheeks :)
The way how she squint her eyes
Her sweet laughter
How she try her hardest to make me laugh and smile
The way she laugh when I act like all gay
The way she sang like a broken Jukebox. I LOVE IT! Funny as hell.
The way she smile, god...it's so breath-taking
The way she looks at me with those eyes
The way she hug me from the back
The way she hold on to my arm really tight
The way she say I love you
Her smooth skin, feels like a baby's skin
Her honesty
How forgiving she is each time I'm turn up late to meet her, especially her birthday (so sorry about that)
The time when she came to my house by surprise just to see me cause you miss me
How much she care about me :)
Every single time she says "KILIG"
The way she speaks in her language although I don't understand almost a single thing (mahal kita Yza :P)
I love it when she shares her earpiece to let me listen to songs on her phone
The way she dances and grooves when she's listening to songs
Every time she smses me with smilies
The faces that she makes when we Skype together
The way how she love me like no other
The first time when she told me what "183" means and the what she replied to me when I said it to her
Those "I love you" & "I miss you" messages she sends me
The chocolates she got me on those normal days :)
The way how she make me feel about you
The first sight of her when I see her from afar
The time when she quickly walk to me and gave me a hug when she sees me early in the morning
Every time she ask me to watch movies with her
How you lean towards me during the cinemas
How she has a picture of me in her wallet
Every time she wears makeup even though it is a hassle for her to wear it
The time when she wore a dress
Every time she made an effort to look good when she is around me (i really love you when you told me that)
How she smell like Popcorns when she return back from your part-time work
She calls me Baby and Genie :P
She buys the most unexpected, best gifts
Those special time when she got me Soyabean drink, knowing I love them. (I love you so much for that!)
How she can't pronounce some words properly
How she react afterward when I corrected her:P
How much she sacrifices so much to be with me
She made me become a better person
She's smart, real smart
The way she handle my stubbornness
Every time she agrees to run away with me to Narnia
The way she misses me and loves me
How she lets me take pictures of her even though she doesn't like it
How she made the picture that I took of her as your profile picture in Facebook
When she took those black bangles off after I told her I don't want her to be wearing them
How she introduce me to try new food
Every time she share food on her plate with me
Every time she feeds me food :)
When she told me she wanted to flail when I was performing with my guitar :)
The time when we played Basketball at Sembawang
When she let me carry her
She taught me to swim when I can't swim for poop
When she said, "You are my float" when we are swimming
She makes me feel like I'm the most luckiest guy on Earth
How she can make me miss her so badly
How she makes me insanely happy
The way she misses me when I'm not with her
Those times when she asked me whether I'm already home when I was returning back home from seeing her
How forgetful she is :P
The way she looks at me in the eyes
The time when she actually took the clothes out of my wardrobe and fold every single one of them, one by one
How she fell for me when I played the guitar for her
The way how we fell for each other
Her sweet voice
She told me how to dance better :P
How she asked me to read out loud her blog post
Those blog posts that she posted on her blog, simple but powerful
She's my first girl
The way she kisses me
Those times when she calls me straight after she had a nightmare
The way she gets embarrassed when I gave her a huge flower in front of her friends
Those times she sings to me & also times when she sing along when I played the guitar
Those times when I catch her looking at me
How she hugs me tightly when the traffic is red
How she is stubborn like me
She's not like other girls
How she was the first person and only person that came to fetch me from the airport
How she laughed at me when I do silly things
Loves when we play stepping games with each other
How she is like a song that goes like replay in my head when I miss her
How she tells talks to other people about me
The way she likes to prank and test me
I love her cause she is mine
I REALLY love it cause she is selfish and wants me all to herself
Knowing how she is smiling right now when she is reading this...
...which makes me smile really widely thinking about that
Because I could still keep on writing more

If there's one place that you would want to go right now, where would that be? (Random much, I know :P)

2010-12-06T00:43:00.001+08:00

If there's one place that you would want to go right now, where would that be? (Random much, I know :P)

Answer here

It's what you call a love poem :P

2010-10-09T01:59:00.000+08:00

You're the first thing I think of
Each morning when I rise
You're the last thing I think of
When I close my eyes

You're in each thought I have
And every breath I take
My feelings are growing stronger
With every move you make

You're an angel from above
who takes away my pain
My love for you is so strong
It's always just the same

You're the miracle in my life
Who can always make me smile
Just knowing that you care
Makes my life worth-while

You've touched my heart and soul
Which you have from the start
Your warm soft words
Will never leave my heart

You are everything I want
You're so pure and true
I love you with everything I have
And I love everything that you do.

Sydney Trip: Day two

2010-09-28T12:06:00.000+08:00

Aww..sleepy penguin...IT'S SO FLUFFY I'M GONNA DIE!
(This picture doesn't really have any link to the post, okay may be just the sleepy part)

Monday, 16 August 2010

I started out the day with a groggy morning. I felt like I was drunk the other night (though I don't know how it feels like to be hung-over as I have NEVER EVER drank before) and now I felt everything was like...WOOAAHHHHH.....

Weirdly, even though I had enough sleep, I was still tired. My alarm clock did not woke me up as I was expecting it to be. (so much for being an alarm clock) Either that or it must have been my reflex that switched off the alarm clock when it was ringing.

Anyway....today I went to Macquerie university and met up with Ms Audrey's classmates. They call themselves....The Old Birds....if I'm right. God knows what that means. It could either mean,

They are in the course for a very long time
They are old (though I don't think they look old, unless they are all witches :S)
Er...they really like birds a lot?

ANYWAY!!

We went outdoors at some open field and DAMN WAS IT COOL! An outdoor class! (Though we have to shift in and out of the shade because it was getting hot and cold.) Ms Audrey's classmate gave us an introductory on the culture of Australian practices in Early childhood and how things were done differently here over in Australia.

It made me open my mind on the way I see things. At the same time, it made me feel dumb when when she was talking as it was pretty hard to catch up with what she was talking about. It doesn't help that she gave us a book that was written in a language which makes you feel like shouting, "WHAT THE FISHH!!!" because the language used was really the bomb.

Sydney Trip: Introductory Post - First day

2010-09-27T05:12:00.000+08:00

You know...nowadays it feels like time is whizzing pass by REAL FAST. It's like one moment, there I was sitting in front of Ms Audrey for the Sydney Trip interview, while at the same time, trying to hold down (or up) my poop that's trying to break free from the clutches of my butt because the nervousness was scaring the crap out of me.

Now I blink and I found myself in Australia, sitting with Monpig alone in my hotel/motel room (Monpig is a plush toy that I named as it looks like a cross-breed between a monkey and a pig because of it has a body of a monkey but a nose which looks like a pig's), thinking how different my life is in Australia than in Singapore.

Like for example how...

It feels like I have an air-conditioner strapped on my back, blowing at me 24/7. Like it doesn't help that it is already cold, it gets even more colder in the night. Like FREEZING BRRR... COLD!

HAVING A WHOLE ROOM TO MYSELF! WOO!! It's really AWESOMEEEEEEE!. I have like 3 beds in my room and a bathtub all to myself, which is HEAVEN! Though sometimes it gets a little creepy in my room like for example...

My alarm clock suddenly rang for no reason
How my bathroom door opens by itself
How I keep thinking there's someone behind me
How I feel there's someone sleeping right beside me on my bed
How I feel like there's someone staring at me from the window
How someone likes to drag chairs outside my room in the middle of the FRIGGEN NIGHT

Apart from all that, my room is all cool...

How WIDE the sky really is. In Singapore, the high-rise buildings and flats have been blocking my view on the skies. Now that I am in Australia, I was really shocked to see how WIDE and BLUE the sky really was. I found myself staring at hte sky, like as if it was the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen ever in my life. I know this sounds a little...well...dumb but I got to say DAMN was the sky really WIDE.

Although it sounds great and all, I do miss the people back in Singapore like a hell a lot. Family, friends, chibi and lots of people.

That should be so far what's going on so far, I'll update more with the days to come.

YOU SCARDY CAT!

2010-07-27T21:10:00.001+08:00

(Scardy-CAT!)

So today, I watched this horror movie called "Santau" that my classmate brought today. One thing for sure, it's one HELL OF A SCARY SHOW. There were like loads and TONS of shocking scenes in this movie that one might think I'm having spasm from the repeated amount of jerking movements that I make each time the shocking sound effects plays.
(I'm so pathetic that even though I'm not looking at the screen, I still can be frightened by the sound effects. Yeah...I'm THAT pathetic)

The ghosts in this movie don't look scary one bit. The ghost had like this huge thick forested hair that was all frizzy and they were wearing their standard white uniform that ALMOST all female ghosts wear.
(The only time that they can scare the crap out of me is if they were to come out from the toilet bowl when I'm taking a dung. Get it? Scare the crap out of me? ....Okay lame. NEXT!)

During the movie, I was well...how do you say this...'Reacting appropriately to the scary parts of the show'. Like for example, when the ghost pops out here and there, the usual reaction people do, girls more specifically, is scream right?

Of course, I didn't scream of course. No no no...I don't scream. I'll jump off from my chair and THEN SCREAM like a wuss.

See the difference? Big difference.

Mehhh....May be I should try boxing....I realize I could duck better than a champion boxer when I freaked out.

Lazy Much?

2010-07-25T00:32:00.001+08:00

WHADDUP GEE?

I don’t know about you people out there but nowadays, I’m feeling more and more lethargic. I don’t know what’s up with that. It feels like someone pulled a plug from me and now all the energy is draining out.

I barely have enough energy to clean up my room. This isn’t really good news for my Mom cause right now, my room looks like what my Mom would call a Pig’s style. Now every once in a while, my Mom would come in and preach to me how messed up my room is. (What do you expect? It’s a guy’s room after all.)

Adding to that, now my father joins forces with my Mom, hand-in-hand, preaching together in harmony like a rooster that can’t stop cuckoo-ing every morning, reminding me to clean my room.

BUT WHAT’S WRONG WITH A MESSY ROOM? As long as I can find my stuff through this mess, then its okay for me riiiigghhttt?

Sometimes...I just feel like hiding among the mess in my room, camouflaging with the environment so when my Mom / Dad comes knocking on my door, I’ll just stay reaaaalllll quiet.

Ssshhhh.....

My Grandmama

2010-07-21T23:38:00.000+08:00

My grandmama has been "thorning" over at my house for quite some time now. This wasn't really much of a good news to my Mom's ears (I think) as ever since my Grandmama was at home, she has been squabbling more often nowadays, complaining how my Grandmama doesn't listen to her and making a big hoo-haa out of it. My sister complains too but did not really follow my Mom's trail, instead she complains about my Mom not being there when my Grandmama needs help.

So anyway, my Grandmama told me something today which was . . . heart-wrenching.

She told me this when I was helping her out:

She said to me,

"Bila Nenek panggil, Asul (Me) kena datang. Asul datang tolong nenek. Asul kena datang tolong nenek. Nenek tunggu. Mama tak datang. Asul datang. Nenek panggil kuat kuat Asul kena datang sini. Tolong nenek. Asul mana mana kena datang sini. Asul datang tolong..."

Translation

"Whenever I call for your name, you must please come and help me. Come help me please. I will wait. Mama won't come. Asul come. I will call your name loudly. Asul must come and help me. No matter where you are, Asul come and help..."

and she keeps on repeating that, while crying.

Mannn... I wish my Grandmama would get healthier, so we can go to KFC and eat like nobody's business together like last time :(

Oh crap...

2010-06-11T19:59:00.000+08:00

Throughout this whole week, I’ve been starting to hear things, things that only I myself can hear and other people can’t. It’s been going on for quite some time now and it’s starting to make me feel worried. From morning till night, it’s been haunting me and just recently, I can hear it more often and it’s getting louder.

*Gurgles from my stomach*

Ughhhhhh….The sounds of Diahorrea...

I soo hate Diahorrea…

*Punches stomach*

Nowadays, my whiny stomach has been complaining to me almost every single waking second of my life, begging me to take it to the toilet like as if it is some child begging his Mother for an ice-cream.

I’m not sure whether it could be something I ate that might have triggered my Diahorrea, though I doubt Nutella (love ya) is the culprit because… well…Nutella (love ya again) rocks and that itself is enough to prove that is innocent, somehow. :P

Anyway…

Normally in class, I find myself adjusting my butt around like as if I have like a whole colony of fire ants in my pants, all of them marching one by one HURAHH, HURAHHH. I could barely find a moment of peace where I can sit down properly without adjusting my butt, in hopes to somehow ease the pain by doing so.

As much as I DESPERATELY want to see a doctor, I can’t as projects were like pilling on my table like nobody business and I had to get it done.

I don’t like the fact that whenever I’m in school, I find myself wasting half of my time in school, stuck in the toilet, doing splatter art in toilet while at the same time, holding on to the toilet stall door, hoping that there wouldn’t be some mad-raging-rhino trying to ram down my toilet stall door. That would really scare the crap out of me. (Get it? Scare the crap out of me? Ok lame I know. NEXT!)

(You know they say that an average person would have at least spent one year at some point in their life. I don’t even want to start to think how long I spend in the toilet.)

Really cool title

2010-05-03T00:49:00.000+08:00

One, two, CLEAR!

(Defibrillate blog from the dead)

We got a pulse!

. . .

(An awesome random picture)
. . .

It sure has been one hell of a long time since I last blogged. I got pestered by some people (yes I'm staring at you Ah Mah and Bun!) to bring it back to life.

Anyway, putting that aside....

Holidays are OUT and school's IN!
(I know, I'm outdated by writing this post one month after school reopens but I had always wanted to use that line :P)

I'll be lying to say that nothing has changed in school since I last blogged. Gazillion things had happened, both in school and my personal life but I rather not touch on the personal stuff.

(!!Access DENIED!!)

As for school, I swear it feels like Orchard Road right now ever since the April intake arrives like a swarm of locust. The school is crawling with them everywhere and it is as packed as a can of sardine.

A lot of fresh faces here and there.

Ahhhh...it kinda gives me this nostalgic feeling, kinda reminds me when I was a freshman in the school.

*Having a flashback...

(Shakes myself up)

Back to reality.

So I'm currently taking this new module / subject. It's called, "The Arts Curriculum"

For the benefit of those who don't know what's the module about (though the name itself is straight-forward), it's a module / subject which is...well...like Art!

So I have to do stuff like...finger-painting, crayon-etching, crayon resist. Well you got what I'm trying to say by now right, basically artsy stuff and GAWD do I suck at it. I mean seriously.

This time round, it's not the teacher who is making me fed up with all these artsy stuff. The teacher is fine, it's just me. I just plainly suck at it. End of story.

I would enjoy it more (if not for the cotton-butt painting which made me feel like jamming cotton butts into my eyes half of the time) and understand it more if I had more guidance.

For a layman like me, with virtually almost no knowledge in artsy stuff, it is simply....bewildering.

Moking is bad for your health

2010-01-19T19:27:00.001+08:00

To all you people who mokes:

Yeah! No moking! What? You don't know what's moking? Well...you know! Moking!

Halting Time

2010-01-13T17:50:00.000+08:00

FRRREEEEEEZZZZEEE!

Oh how I wish I have a handy-dandy remote control which I can use to control the time! Wouldn't that be totally AWESOME? You could do so many things with it! You could...

Be able to wake up exactly 8 am on the dot in the morning for school, take your own sweet time to shower and have your breakfast.
Have a a long nap, wake up, do your assignments then sleep again. ALL IN THE SAME DAY!
Eat hot-fudge, then rewind back and eat it back again. (Gross I know)
and basically be really lazy at every you do!

But then again...if there is such thing as this, life would be fun at first! Then it would get really boring. You basically are in control of everything. You would age faster than the rest too, which sucks, REAL bad. It will sure shock the hell out of people if I were to suddenly appear as an old man all out of the sudden the moment they blink their eyes. That would be FREAKY!

Playing with Boiling Water

2010-01-12T16:32:00.000+08:00

Priceless. Simply Priceless.

The look of that person's face as the person shot a glance at me, seething with hatred.

As that person cast it's eyes on me, it showed a twist of anger and disbelief.

Such emotions displayed by that person just made me delirious with joy.

That person abhorred me.

That person was jealous.

Tied hands

2010-01-10T21:29:00.000+08:00

GAAHHH!

It feels like as if there's an invisible rope binding my hands, preventing me from doing my assignments. I have assignments that keep piling on each other, one after another and here I am, not being able to do much about it.

By now, some of you might have already guess what this invisible rope is. It is just me being a lazy ass person, to put it in a nicer term, I'm just procrastinating.

Putting that aside...

I'm watching you!

I've been getting a lot of stares lately because of the growing field of dead grass patch on my head which is getting bigger and bushy-er as we speak. Ever since the school term opens again, many people have been asking me to have a haircut. I classify these people into these groups:

Tongue-Lashers
These people are downright with what they want to say and they won't give a second thought about what they want to say. For these people, they will describe my hair as a "nice nesting ground for mouse to breed in."

The Bush Beaters
These people are pretty much careful with their words when asking me to cut my hair. They would try to indirectly ask me to cut my hair by recommending few saloons that I could go to if I want to cut my hair.

The Broken Tape Recorder
"I thought I told you to cut your hair already? How come you didn't cut your hair? When are you going to cut your hair? Your hair is too big. Bla bla bla..."

These people yaps the hardest. Almost everyday when I go to school, these people give me a sermon on why I should be cutting my hair and they do always relate back to the past where they had reminded me before.

So with all that said, will I be getting a hair-cut very soon? NO! I want to keep my precious babies on my head a little longer. JUST A LITTLE LONGER! There's nothing in the world which could change my mind about cutting my hair. Okay may be if the discipline master come all out of the sudden in my class with a pair of huge freaky-looking scissors, then may be. . .

A new leaf

2009-12-02T19:48:00.000+08:00

Gosh, does it feel like a gazillion years had passed since I last wrote my last blog post.
I know! I know... Why bother coming back after neglecting my blog for what it felt like several light-years has passed. Call it guilty conscience if you may or whatever you want.

You may wonder, what's up with my inactivity. Well, I've been redirecting my focus from writing my blog to this journal entry which I had to do. So I had to think up of two subjects every week and write it out. The subject can be about anything or everything under the Sun.

Sure... some of you might think it is a piece of cake. Well it's NOT! It's not as easy as what you imagined. It's hard to think up of good topic to write about, especially one that would not want to bore the life out of her or make her cry a river. It's just isn't my kind of thing to write about. I do rather write stuff like anything which is completely random and enjoyable to read.

Anyway to start the ball rolling, I might as well write about my impending doom, which is just 12 hours away from now.

A task which seems so easy like story-telling can actually make an 18-year old dude stressed out. I'm not too good telling stories, let alone make animal voices that I need to do when I'm story-telling.

And I should seriously avoid Truth or Dare games.

Answering Nature's Call

2009-11-03T23:27:00.001+08:00

Sometime ago when I was surfing in the web, I came across this website which showed the top #5 most sacred places you can go to in the world. There were places like Mount Olympus in Greece, the Stone Ring of Avebury in England and the Moai Statues of Rapa Nui. However, they were forgetting one main important place.

“The Toilet.”

From my point of view, I would say the toilet is one of the most sacred place to go to if you are looking for a place to seek refuge in. No one can disturb you when you are in it. You are all alone in your world of yours, contemplating about life. However, if you were to add the word “Public” in front of the word “Toilet”, it totally brings a whole new meaning to the word.

It is not so much of the stench that lingers around in the toilet like a spirit which makes it bad. Okay may be a little but it is more towards the people who are using the toilet.

Throughout my whole visits to the public toilet, there are a whole plethora of people which I’ve took notice of that showcase the same kind of behaviour in the public toilet. It had me thinking, all of them had a lot of possibilities, as a nickname.

To start off, the kind of person which I absolutely want to avoid in the public toilet is what I would call, The Raging Rhinos. To give a brief description, Raging Rhinos are people who will come out of the blue and will attempt to ram your door down with you inside it. As if having diarrhoea is already bad enough, the rhinos will try any means necessary to get the door open, be it kicking or banging the door. As rhinoceros have poor eyesight, so do they. They are totally oblivious to the other toilet stalls which are available to use. They specifically want that one toilet stand that you are using. It is like as if they are infuriated that we are using their toilet stand in their territory, where they might have peed all over when they marking their territory. Of course, there is a way to deal with these rhinos. Apart from their poor eyesight, rhinoceros have an acute hearing so the best way to chase them away is to make a lot of noise, preferably using pots and pans.

Other than the Raging Rhinos, there is also the Chatterbox. You can identify them easily as they are the ones who are 24/7 on the phone, talking non-stop to this unknown person like as if they won’t be able to call each other anymore if they were to put down the phone. Although it is none of my business if they want to talk in the toilet but it completely disturbs me when they poop and talk at the same time. Wouldn’t you be grossed out? Perhaps it is just me. May be it is totally normal for them to do that. One thing’s for sure though, I wouldn’t want to be the one talking to them on the phone when they are in the toilet.

A Day in my Life

2009-10-20T19:34:00.000+08:00

My day today is not what I would call a great day. It isn't entirely bad, neither it is entirely good. It's much like a chicken salad, a mixture of both.

My day started out to be fairly well as we have to report to school at 10 am, which means more time to sleep. More good news reached to my ears when Ms.Dorcas announced that there won't be any class after hers as Ms.M fell terribly sick today.

The thought of an early dismissal was music to my ears of course.

When school was dismissed, I decided to head back home... As I was returning home, the clouds began to gather around and fused into one huge black foamy-looking cloud, perhaps an omen to show that my day was turning sour.

Just I was right outside my house, it felt as if I was just one more step away to paradise and all that was blocking me from it was one huge brick wall or should I say my door. When pushed the turned the knob and pushed the door, it didn't budged. It was locked.

A minor inconvenience, I thought but not all is lost. I then proceed to call one of my family member to see if they were returning back home early. As if my day could turn any worse, just when I was starting to talk to the person on the phone, I heard a "beep!" and shortly afterward, there was dead silence. My phone was pronounced dead. Part of the reason it ran out of juice is due to its short battery lifespan.

With no form of communication whatsoever, I glued my butt on the bench, observing at my surroundings, waiting. My head was filled with positive thoughts that I might be able to enter the house few minutes later. I was so wrong.

Five hours later...

My butt was still glued to the bench and it felt numb as ever. I didn't move for five hours straight. The garden outside my house which fascinated me for a few minutes five hours ago now turned out to be more of a pester.

One thing I learned is that whenever there are plants, there will always be insects around. Ants were crawling everywhere, flying insects that never seem to stop orbiting around me like a satellite, buzzed around me.

As an added bonus, the temperature was scorching hot. I was perspiring like a leaking faucet. A sweating bucket.

I was saved (or I thought I was) by my Chinese neighbor when they saw me, looking all drained. I don't know whether it is only them or me but when you see an exhausted, drained person who looks like he could collapsed any time due to dehydration, you would offer a drink right?

Well, my Chinese neighbor from China had a different approach. They handed me their cellular phone instead and then spoke some "ChingChongPingPong" with their thick accent and saliva splattering all over me. I stood there, feeling stupefied by both their action, accent and splatter. Thankfully, their daughter who was could speak English told me that they offered their phone for me to call my parents. Confidently, I took the phone and dialed the first number "9...." and stopped after that.

I felt like a dumbass. I didn't even know my own parents number. So I decided to try to call my sisters. My head was racing and it felt hot as I rummaged my head, trying to remember what it was. All I could remember was "9....". So there, I was standing, looking stoned at the phone, clueless.

As I couldn't possibly tell them that I don't even know my family members' numbers, I just dialed my own number. I felt like a total idiot, calling myself. Trying to look convincing, I placed the cellular phone to my ear, as if I was expecting an answer from my own phone. After calling myself a few times, I just told my neighbor, I can't reach through. However, my neighbor somehow heard it wrongly and quickly went back. This time, when he came back out and he was holding an even bigger phone, those kind of phones which were enormously huge back in the past. All I said was "Oh boy..."

A few hours passed and my brother finally came back. By then I was on my brink of my sanity. My neighbor by then didn't entertained me after letting me use a few of their phones. They make it look like as if I was some sort of a quality inspector for their phone or something. A few more hours out there and I would have lost my mind.

The Old Man's Rant

2009-10-13T19:02:00.001+08:00

Isn't it entertaining if you get to see two people quarreling between each other? You can hear all sorts of 'colorful' words that they spout at each other, some of which sounds really so wrong if you actually think of it.

The thing which made this quarrel so different from the rest is that the two quarrelers are actually two old man, arguing over something so small and everything in the quarrel appears to be in slow-motion too.

Whoever said the older you get, the wiser you become is so wrong. The scene didn't depicts that kind of image, at all.

How did it all started...

The whole thing pretty much started because there is Hip old man, wearing blue tinted glasses, blasting his music out loud in the train. If you were expecting those slow old Chinese songs, guess again. There is a reason why I call him Hip old man in the first place. He was playing techno songs and those kind of songs you normally hear from disco. Pretty hip if you ask me for a guy at his age.

Of course, this did irritate the commuters in train. No one dared to say anything. They all rather throw imaginary daggers at the hip old man as they stared at him, annoyed obviously. A great display of Eye Power.

Just when I thought I was going to drown by his techno / trance music, our savior then stepped in to help. This savior was another old man who was holding an umbrella.

I know, it is pretty pathetic to get saved by an old man. The youngsters in the train were just too busy with their eye power as they need full concentration to do so. As for me? I'm just a reporter reporting what goes on. So I'm excused. =]

Umbrella Man at first tried the friendly approach, telling him to lower down his volume twice but to no avail. So umbrella man decided to take it to the next level, and that is to use brute force.

At this point, if you are thinking of two old man rolling on the ground, punching each other faces, keep wishing. Although I don't mind being the referee if they want to fight.

Umbrella Man then dirtied the Hip Old man's pants and did not apologize for doing so. This of course, didn't turned too good as it only infuriated the other man, which in return, bombarded him back with a wide range of 'bright' and 'colorful' words. He was really good at it as he cursed Umbrella's man right down to his ancestors. Man do that guy really go deep when he was swearing.

It was pointless of him to try to counter him back as when he did tried to talk back to him, he just kept getting pummeled by the other old man, asking him to shut up.

The Colorful Conversation

The Hip Old Man: What you ask me to quiet? I play the song how loud I like ah! This one not your train what. You don't come here and cao......

Umbrella Man: Why you so angry? I just ask you to quiet your song right only what.

The Hip Old Man: You shut up! You are noisy and you need to keep quiet. You keep talking asking me to quiet my song. My problem ah! You got problem ah?

Umbrella Man: ... (Obviously gave up)

The Hip Old Man: You see the rest? All of them got complain to me anot when I play music? You....

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This was just a part of the whole conversation. I had much pleasure watching the whole drama as I was just right in front of them. I pretty much got a front seat view. I was thoroughly entertained watching the whole drama, it felt much like a live drama show featuring old men.

Soon after Umbrella Man left the train, defeated, the Hip old man turned his attention from him to me. With no one to vent his anger at, he then began conversing to me in Malay.
(He is a Chinese old man who can speak Malay)

Well you see...Malay isn't really my strong subject. I rarely speak Malay as I mainly use English as my primary language for speaking. As a result, some of my friends said that when I spoke in Malay, it sounded all weird. My understanding when it comes to Malay is so bad to the extend that you can actually substitute me for a primary 4 student, who can speak Malay better than me.

I couldn't understand 75% of what he said. My 'fantastic' Malay, together with the Hip Old man blasting music and slurred speak as he only had two teeth left hanging, I felt really lost. I did however put Ms Thanni lesson to good use. She said that to let the person know that you are listening to the speaker, you have to use words that show you are listening like for example, "Uh huh...", "Yeah..." and many more.

It's not that I'm not interested to talk to him, it's just that when I couldn't find the word which meant what I really meant.

To prove to you that my Malay was terribad, I actually said this to him.

"Pak cik, kamu Kacang (By right it is Kencang) kerana kamu dengar lagu yang sangat hebat!"

To translate, I called him a nut because the songs that he hears to are pretty hip, when I actually wanted to say that he is a cool person, not a nut.

His reaction? He just looked at me for awhile then continued on babbling away.

It is really true when people say that old people tell grandmother / grandfather stories. He basically told me why he was there, how he was back when he was young, his children, his job, what he don't like and what he likes and stuff like that.

When it was finally my stop, I was finally able to bid farewell to both that Hip Old man and yapping mouth. This really brought my mood up though. I'm glad that I had this entertainment back home.

Kalyisah

2009-10-08T18:24:00.000+08:00

Among the other birthdays that was planned out by the Peanuts, I would say Kiki's birthday had a lot of complication that cropped out, especially at the very last minute. However despite all the setbacks that we faced in the midst of our preparation, the whole celebration went off with a blast.

As for Kiki's birthday, it was pretty much straight forward as for who will be the planner. Almost automatically, Hafizah was chosen to be the one, as if it was an unspoken rule in Peanuts. As a matter of fact, she was behind for nearly all the Peanut's birthday celebration.

To be frank, I had no idea what was suppose to happen on her birthday myself. Even though I took part in the discussion for her birthday celebration, all the plans that were originally planned had been scrapped. All I knew was, we were suppose to bring Kiki to Sentosa and blindfold her, throw water bombs at her and run as for as we could!

Amazingly, Kiki wasn't late on the day itself. A miracle indeed. After we met up with everyone and made our way to our destination, that's when problem then started to arise slowly one by one....

Problem Number 1: A Creamy problem

Our first problem was a pretty obvious one. We didn't have a cake for her birthday. Despite us planning in advance for her birthday, we had actually forgotten to buy her a cake. To add to the complication, we had to buy the cake secretly while she was with us.

As we didn't want her to be suspicious on what was going on, Lynn and Sylvia distracted Kiki by bringing her to some girl's lingerie shop where they did their girl stuff, giving me and Vishnu a chance to slip away and go hunting for cakes.

Problem Number 2: Cakes of Different Shapes and Sizes

When we browsing through the different bakery shops, the cakes that we found were either too big, too small or expensive. We even nearly bought a cake from Breadtalk. Thankfully, a voice boomed in my head, warning me. It was the voice from this crazy person I know who likes to advertise Habibi and Hazizi for her hobby. After much searching, we managed to get a small slice of a chocolatey cake for $5.80, enough to buy one bandito pockett.

From there on, it pretty much felt like smooth sailing as there weren't any more problems pouring in our way. We then took a Monorail to Sentosa. After walking up and down, left and right in Sentosa, we finally reached the beach.

Problem Number 3: The Floating Crocodile

As it rained earlier on that day, the skies were blanketed by the clouds, blocking off the sun's rays. This was, of course, good news for the basket-mutant-turtle-sucka (Kalyisah) as she is afraid looking like a walking fried chicken when school reopens.

The UV rays were however the least of my concern though. I was more concern on how to get myself to float in the sea. Embarrassingly to say, this crocodile here doesn't know how to swim, let alone float. So if you were to push me down in a Kiddy pool at a local swimming pool, I can actually drown there.

When swimming, they said that you have to stay calm and must not panic when you are swimming, which is something which I'm not too good with. I often end up below the water instead of floating above the water.

Thankfully, Kalyisah bought a ball before we headed to Sentosa. As I can't swim, let alone float, I depended on this ball to get me floating. I really felt like a floating piece from a shipwreck drifting away where the waves take me to. No matter how hard I tried to paddle my way back to the shores but it wasn't sufficient to counter the sea's gentle waves.

Vishnu and Kalyisah were a lifesaver as they saved me a couple of times whenever I was pulled away by the sea. I wouldn't know what I will do without them. I will probably drift all the way to Thailand if is not for them.

Problem Number 4: The Pestering Sand

After we were done playing by at the beach, we began our long and grueling walk to the public toilet. With the sands in between our toes, it made a simple thing such as walking a torment. It felt like our skin could tear any second each time I walked.

If I were to compare the pain to the pain when one walks on hot coals, I would say I would rather lie face-down and roll around on the hot coals than walk around with sands in between my toes.

When we reached to the public toilet, we went into the respective toilet and got ourselves clean. It doesn't take someone with a keen eye to see the difference in how long boys and girls take to dress up.

Boys are quick when it comes to getting ready and it will take up at most 5 minutes. Girls however, take one hell of a time to get ready. They have to put on makeup, get their hair done and who knows what they are doing behind the toilet. Centuries have passed and they still aren't quite done with grooming themselves up.

Finally after what it seems like an aeon had passed, we took a bus out of Sentosa and went to our Pizza Hut, to answer our stomach's calling.

After we were done eating at Pizza Hut, we sat at an area which overlooks the ships under the starry night sky and chatted our way away. Soon afterward, we took our own separate back home.

{Have to give my thanks to Lynn for the photo}

In the end, Kiki's birthday celebration was a really enjoyable and fun-filled day. Everyone had fun during her birthday and I'm glad that it all went well in the end.

House-attack

2009-10-02T15:00:00.000+08:00

To say that this year's Hari Raya is the most boring one in my previous post, I must be crazy at that time to say that. This year's Hari Raya is definitely different from the rest, that's for sure. Different in terms of the delectable food and treats that I filled my stomach with, the different houses that I went to with my classmates and how the day ended off too.

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It's too lengthy if I were to describe what I could remember for each and every house with great detail so I will sum it all up.

Diyanah's House:

Very stylish-looking house.
Lots of furry carpet and pillows.
Food was slightly SPICY.
Again, I need to emphasize this, she has a VERY cool-looking home.

Izzatie's House:

Pretty ordinary looking home.
Had a cool-looking grass carpet underneath her table.
Can't comment on the food as only drinks were served.

Nasriah's House:

The house was armed with one whole bottle filled with candies.
Had a radio that played some weird Indian music.
Had a funny grandfather.

Hidayah's House:

Had a very nice scenic view from her house level.
Had one big atomic-bomb looking coke bottle.
Some of the treats were surprisingly made by the daughters of the family. (A compliment not the other way round). They were yummy of course.

Sukini's House:

Had a small cozy home.
Colorful-looking stool chair.
Her neighborhood is filled with cats.

Safira's House:

Her chicken rice was amazing. I couldn't stop munching on the green leafs and cucumbers too like a caterpillar. Too bad there weren't any second serving to her chicken rice.
Had a very "observant" father.
CHICKEN RICE!!

Fadhilah's House:

Was asked to speak Malay in front of her parents.
Although I was full, I had to eat as 'requested' by someone.
Got to see Fadhilah's sister who looked something like Kalyshah.

Tania's House:

Tania had a very stylish-looking house.
Got to see Tania's little brother.
Ate some macaroni, a waste though didn't get to finish it due to time constraint. Wish could stay longer.

Aniqah's House:

By then, it was already 12.30 A.M when we reached her house.
Had a very adorable cat.
Had a cool-looking home too.
Pity that I didn't get to play with the cat much. Mehh...

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As it was already midnight, I had to take a cab along with Izzatie to go home. I had to walk halfway back to my destination though as I did not have enough cash with me for the taxi fare. It was good exercise anyway after bloating myself with all those gassy drinks and scrumptious food. Although my imagination were going wild in the dark, I managed to return home safely.

It is really a pity that we couldn't go to some of my friends house. Next year then!

Jingle-Ball Man

2009-09-29T12:55:00.000+08:00

SHOCKING events often occur when you least expected it. I guess that is why you call it shocking in the first place. I had mine recently, my encounter with what I would name him, the "Jingle-ball man".

I happened to stumbled upon this person when I was going to KFC for breakfast. Apparently, this person was showcasing his "jingle-balls' out in the public. God knows why he was doing that, probably trying to air his "rambutans" or doing a photo-shoot for the public. Whatever the reason was, he was REALLY getting a whole lot of attention from the public, ranging from pedestrians to drivers who actually stopped at the side of the road and watched the man do his thing. I do, however, feel for the unfortunate little children who happened to pass by the area. I can't imagine what their parents reaction would be if their child were to tell them about Mr.Jingle-Balls.

Coming back to Mr.Jingle-Balls, he apparently has two bladder in his body. The volume of water he peed out is probably equivalent to 4 bottles of pee, may be even more. You may think I'm exaggerating but I'm really am not. He can even pee longer than you holding your breath. Really.

As much as I want to stand there and watch the person, I can't. I don't want him to be all mad with me staring with wide eyes and him feeling insulted by that. For all I know, he could start chasing after me just because I pissed him off.

He did do some other weird acts such as picking up stuff from the grass and chewed on it but I shall not gross you any further.

My appetite was oddly not disturbed despite what I saw, this goes likewise with my mom, grandmom and my brother too.

When we were returning back home, Mr.Jingle-Balls wasn't there anymore. The only thing which was left of him was his other pair of black socks.

To sum it all up, it is sure way to start out a day.

(A little something for all of you to ponder on)
(Have you ever wondered why Superman wears his underwear outside?)

Hari Raya

2009-09-21T20:00:00.000+08:00

After surviving through the fasting month, it was finally time to celebrate Hari Raya. As you would have already know, it is a seasonal event that marks the end of the fasting month and also a day when you can visit cousins and friends and ask for their forgiveness.

It is also a day where I can have 'sleep-overs' at other people houses and get to look at many different 'moving curtains'.

Sleep-overs
Out of all of the houses that I went during my visits, I fall asleep in almost all of the house I went to. Yep, fall asleep. I basically slept on the couch while there are other people sitting beside me.

You may think it is inappropriate of me sleeping in their house but try putting yourself in my shoes. There are hardly any entertainment in the house, other than the television which keeps replaying the same old boring songs that apparently never get old for other people.

While the adults are busy chattering away among themselves, they do expect us to sit in front of the television and watch it for as long as 3 hours. Perhaps they just want us to warm to seats for the next family who will be coming.

It's not like I didn't put up a fight, I did. I tried almost every possible way to keep myself awake, you name it, I did it.

Moving Curtains
If you can't spot any 'moving curtains' during Hari Raya, well you must be living in a desolate island. It is easy to spot what my brother would call 'Moving Curtains' when you are walking down the streets of Singapore.

When he meant 'moving curtains', he was referring to the Malay family who would be all traditional dress and wearing the same color code as a family. As all of them would have the same color, they would looked like a moving curtain.

For my family's 'curtains', my family wore clothes which had differing color from each other. However it does also portrays that my family isn't unified as compared to other families with matching colors. It does not bother me that much, I rather look at it as expressing your individuality.

To end it off, as much as I want to say I had a great Hari Raya, I really can't lie about it. It really is the most boring Hari Raya I ever had.

{Picture from here}

Ulcers in my mouth

2009-09-15T17:07:00.000+08:00

Ulcers are a pain in the ass, or should I say in the mouth. It's hard to enjoy food if you have them. Depending on where the ulcers are, you have to tilt your head sideways while eating so as to avoid the food from touching the ulcers. However, if you have 3 ulcers, two on each side of the tongue and the last one at the back of your throat, try tilting your head any possible way you can. I can assure you that it is impossible to swallow food without touching any of the ulcers. If you beg to differ however, try demonstrating to me how to do it. I'm interested how you can do it. If you ask me to do a handstand and eat, forget it.

Many people have been telling me "Drink lots of water! It will help with your ulcers!". Yeah, if I could, I would drink a whole tub of it. However, since it is the fasting month, I can't. So I'm stuck with my saliva.

Talking have been a hassle too. It's hard to get people to understand what you are trying to say. Due to my slurred speech, I had to swing arms, make body gestures and make weird noises just to tell them what you are trying to say. Try asking someone where is the Gents. I can't possibly act like I'm peeing in front of them and start making pee sounds like "Shhhhh". I will get slapped to the face for sure.

My friends have suggested to me some ways on how to help me with my ulcer problem. For that, I'm grateful. The most common suggestion that I got was putting salt to the ulcers. I would rather not put salt as I don't want to experience hell in Earth. For those who have never done so before, I would say the pain is EXCRUCIATING. Out of the world. If I could rate the pain, it would be 4 stars with two enthusiastic thumbs up.

There are others who recommended me to use Bongela, a type of gel which can help with my ulcers. (I thought Bongela was some sort of a Hawaiian or Mexican musical instrument at first). I would love to try these gel but however, I'm broke and unable to afford these gels.

Among from the all other suggestions that I received, there are two particular ones which stands out from others. They are 'biting on the ulcers' and 'adding butter to the ulcers.' I can't imagine how biting can help cure my ulcer problem but I was told to do it real slowly. As for the butter, I prefer putting the butter together on my toast and eating together with it. It appears to be true about the butter though as when I search up in the world wide net, stating that butter was used to treat ulcer problems. An old home remedy to be precise.

Oh well since it is the holidays, I have lots of time to experiment with all of these ways. Hopefully by doing all these, my ulcers will cure quicker.

This is not a good-bye, it's just see you later.

2009-09-11T19:50:00.000+08:00

With the closure of exams, it brings a lot of relief to me, now that we can let out a big sigh of relief. At the same time, it brings a sense of great regret to me as I regret my actions for not starting my studies sooner.

Putting that aside, today was spring cleaning, where we had to help the second year students to clear their projects and do some cleaning in termite room, or I should I now call it the 'Termite + Earthworm room. It got its new name after what had happened when the second year students were clearing the Termite room. A shocking discovery indeed.

In one of the senior's project, there was an earthworm which was poking out, wiggling around. It looked more like those kind of chewy candy worms you buy from the candy shop, just that this one isn't covered with sugary substance and...it is alive. Out of everyone who were there, I was the lucky one who was chosen to help with this slimy problem. While I was trying to grab hold of the worm, both the second and first year students work together hand in hand, screaming their lungs out while watching me from afar. Their way of giving me their deafening support.

As we didn't know what kind of worm this was during that time, I then showed it to Ms Dorcas. When I showed the earthworm to her, she was unshaken. She appears to be relaxed about it like as if earthworms was a common sight in her childhood and she made it look as if she has seen a bigger earthworm before. I threw the earthworm towards the soil, never to be seen again, for now.

When we were done with our spring cleaning, we were then allowed to leave. Many were biding each other with Good-byes. I prefer to say "See you around" than a "Good-bye." We will see each other after all when school reopens so it's just a see ya around thing. With that, I end this entry here.

Happy Holidays!

And before I end, "THANKSSS SO MUCH TO HAFIZAH FOR THE YOU-KNOW-WHAT"

Post Exams Celebration

2009-09-09T11:59:00.000+08:00

"SLAM THE BOOKS ON THE TABLE"

Woooooooooooooo!

Finally the two exams for two of my modules is done! I feel so relieved when the PPE exam is over. It felt like a ton of weight had been lifted off my shoulders and I feel so light, so light that if you give me a balloon, I will probably fly off with it.

With two down, there is one more to go.

Watch out CE! YOU ARE NEXT!

A scene in the train

2009-09-05T01:10:00.001+08:00

Good entertainment are hard to come by these days, especially free ones. One that can brighten up the mood and make you laugh your troubles out.

(~The Sleeping Beauties~)

I came across one today when I was heading taking a train back home. I wasn't in my best of mood at that time as I had to come to school only for 1 hour to attend a lesson by Ms Thanni. Don't get me wong though, it's not that I don't like her lesson, I just feel that more time could be spend on something else which is better, like sleeping.

Anyway coming back to the train, when I entered the train, my eyes was fixed on to them most of the time throughout the whole journey. I can't help but to look at them, sleeping so comfortably with one using the other's arms as a head cushion. I wonder if it is comfy for that person? I then began to contemplate about the things which were running through my mind. Things like "what would happen if the woman starts to drool on the other woman's arm?" or "What kind of sound would they make if they start to snore together? Perhaps one would sound like the snorting from a pig while the other one sound like a horse." I had a hard time trying to hold back my laughter, so did Izzatie who saw them sleeping together too.

My entertainment was short-lived though when they left soon afterwards but it certainly made my day better with a little humour. Life sure has a way to cheer people up.

The Horribad Dance Practice

2009-08-30T00:16:00.000+08:00

If there is a word to describe my day today, "Terribad" would fit in perfectly. A mixture of terrible and bad. There were many things that went wrong.

Coming to Dance practice late
Got myself lost
Couldn't catch the dance moves fast enough
The huge crap load of money I had to pay at the end of the class

The whole thing started when my dance instructor suggested to everyone in the dance club to join this dance performance. As I was curious on what kind of moves that they were teaching there, I then decided to go for one class.

The venue was at Funan It Mall, home to the latest IT gadgets and also the place where my dance practice will be held at. With great thanks to my mother and sister for giving me accurate info, I came to my very first dance practice, late. 30 minutes to be precise. To my surprise, I saw my dance instructor there as a student. I quickly join in and tried to catch up whatever I missed.

Dance is something which I'm not born to do. It feels like as if you are a bird who was asked to swim. It felt really awkward and weird. Looking at yourself in the big wide mirror which is plastered to the wall. I had to keep up with others who are so smooth with their dance moves, executing their moves flawlessly every time. Me on the other hand, looked like an ugly duckling who is suffering from a heart-attack.

I don't know whether it is either me or everyone there can really catch the dance moves quickly. Their pace of learning is really extraordinary. They were able to remember it all so quickly and execute it. For me, when I tried to link everything together, I looked like someone who has Tourette syndrome. (For those who doesn't know what's Tourette Syndrome, it is basically a condition which causes one to have movement tics. For example moving any parts of their body all of the sudden.)

It doesn't help that time was really taking it own sweet time, taking much pleasure in every single second, torturing and tormenting me. Seconds felt like minutes, minutes felt like hours. I was really lost and clueless the whole entire time.

The thing which made me really nervous was that the room was eerily silent. There was no communication between the students and the dance instructor. The only sound that can be heard was the squeaking of the shoes and the music that we had to dance together with. Everyone was dead serious when they were dancing. They gave me the I'm-going-to-beat-the-shit-out-of-you when I first came in. Perhaps it is just my wild imagination.

When the dance practice was over though, everyone suddenly became human back and started talking to each other like nothing had ever happened, which was really weird. When they were in their "human state", they were nice bunch of fellas. Well, almost all of them except some of those who went off without saying a word.

In the end, all of us went home to our separate ways happily ever after, not.

Ps I need to thank my dance instructor for being extremely patient with me throughout the whole dance practice.

The Unsettled Mind

2009-08-24T21:00:00.000+08:00

Roughly two weeks from now, the exams are coming and they are drawing close. However, I find myself spending my afternoons doing anything but not study. I do not even feel the pre-exams jitters that I normally get. Instead, I feel unusually... relaxed. It's not that I find the modules easy, it's just that I'm not longer feeling any form of stress. As if I'm completely immune to it, which is a bad thing.

Stress is an important driving force to my studying and without it, I find it impossible to study without it.

The other factors which plays a part are distraction and procrastination. You can say that procrastination feeds on distractions. The visual crack, television, with it's sound blasting from the living room makes it virtually impossible to study. Along with the temptation to surf the web makes it ever so hard. I guess it is just me not exercising self-control. There are other reasons but I rather not state it due to some reasons.

For now, I guess I have to end this entry abruptly as I may get carried away.

Well.. without further ado, I better get to the books.

A Part Of Life

2009-08-20T15:23:00.000+08:00

It really doesn’t take much of someone to badmouth others, to criticise, and to discredit.

It definitely takes a lot more to give others credit, to give them the benefit of the doubt; it takes generosity of spirit and magnanimity.

Increasingly, I find people, our world, badmouthing others so easily, with so little effort and concern, it has become a habit, a hobby. Especially under the veil of anonymity, behind people’s backs, on the Internet. We are becoming a very critical, cynical, and negative bunch. It really doesn’t take much to badmouth others, does it?

Yes, it’s fun to badmouth others. Fun. That’s all. For that moment. But does it make you happier? Or does it in fact make you and your own world more negative? We all have the license to speak and badmouth and criticise, by virtue of our mouths. It’s free. But perhaps, we would like to take more responsibility in what we say? To display more maturity and integrity in our words and actions?

I suppose it is inevitable to see people bad-mouthing others. Perhaps they want things to change for the better or to hurt someone or even both but I don’t think people will make effort to hurt another for no reason unless they face people who hurt them from the start for nothing.

Remember. When we point at someone else using our hand, one finger is pointing at them but three fingers are pointing back at ourselves.

The Gurgling Stomach

2009-08-11T16:33:00.000+08:00

The gurgles from a stomach, an indication of displeasure, is something which I often hear from my stomach. I have been battling with my stomach for the past few days, trying to hold back the pain I'm experiencing. The pain is so excruciating that it kept me awake throughout the night. Often do I toss and turn on my bed, finding myself unable to sleep during the night. Despite my condition, I pulled myself together and went to school.

What happened today...

The trip to school was a torture. During the entire trip which took 45 minutes, I was feeling nothing but uneasiness. I had to bear the pain which was indescribable while still keep a calm face in front of everyone. I find myself standing in the train clutching on to my cramped stomach, in hopes that the pain will gradually go away with the passing of time. It didn't. It got worse in time.

By the time I reached to school, I was frantically looking for a decent toilet stand which has a decent locking mechanism which can actually work. Finding one is like you hitting a lottery or trying to find a needle in a haystack. After walking up and down the stairs, I was able to find one decent toilet.

Although I came late for 15 minutes for Ms Thanni's class because of that, she didn't seem disturbed by my late coming, neither did anyone else. Right after I place my butt on the chair, I heard a calling. Nature's call. Although I really wanted to go to the Gents so badly, I had to hold on. It would be inappropriate of me to go to the Gents often during her class. By the end of Ms Thanni's class, my diarrhea gotten worse. After being "advised" take a day off by my classmates, I reluctantly went home.

Upon reaching home, I had only a brief moment of rest before I had to head towards to the Polyclinic to get a MC. Oddly, my stomach was pretty dormant and wasn't causing me any trouble during my trip there.

Once I arrived there, I took a number and sat down on a chair. Bored, I listened to the sound that fills the air. The voices of people who were talking loudly over the phone, as if they had a microphone stuck somewhere in their throat, joined in with the cacophony of babies incessantly crying and screaming. Together they made a horrifying melody that can drive someone up the wall.

Just when I thought I was going to be bored to tears, entertainment comes in. An old lady who was sitting obediently on her wheelchair waiting for her turn suddenly got mad all of the sudden. She began shouting at her caretaker, who tried to calm her down, and insisted on wanting to go to the doctor. Even though she was speaking in Mandarin, I was able to understand her by her body action. She was waving her hand in the air frantically, tapping her watch and pointing her fingers right on to the doctor's door. From what I heard, the reason why she is making such a Hoo-Haa over this is because she had waited for 2 hours to see a doctor. Well, I waited for 3 hours or so but I don't see myself doing that.

After waiting for a painful 3 hours and 20 minutes, I went in to meet the doctor. Shortly after 7 minutes talking to the doctor, I was out. I had wasted 3 hours 20 minutes of my life waiting in the clinic just to meet a doctor for 7 minutes. Some people were puzzled of course when I went out from the room quicker than the rest. They looked at me with their raised eyebrows, as if they were trying to figure out what had happened in there. I just gave them back the "10 cent" face and head back home.

The Bugger

2009-08-07T21:50:00.000+08:00

Everyone has their own set of problems, be it with family, friends, money or love. For me, I do have my own set of problems but apart from the major problems that I am facing, I do find one which has been tugging and has been a thorn in my skin. Although it is just a minor one, one that I find to be a mere inconvenience, it just irks me whenever I think about it. It even amuses me on the way it was handled by this "person". In the first place, this person didn't even solve the problem, "it" just made the whole thing even worse.

Sometimes, I catch myself wondering how this problem even started. There are like a myriad of things that this person can pick a problem with me but this person chose to pick on something so pathetically small. Over such a tiny thing this person can make such a big Hoo-Haa over it. Perhaps this person is born a sore loser and probably felt great about "itself" each time this person does so.

Some of you would probably be telling me I would be better off finding a solution to this problem instead of whining away in the blog. Well I did, I tried but it just that I can't find an agreement with this person. This person's hardheaded and stubborn had made it virtually impossible to do so. Before I write an essay on how much I despise this person, I shall end it here so as not to get too carried away.

In conclusion, I detest this person's existence.

My Own Birthday

2009-07-30T21:38:00.000+08:00

Back in my mind, I had visualized everything that was about to happen today before going to school.

Reach school
Receive Happy Birthday wishes
Shake hands with some classmates
Sing Happy Birthday songs
and return home

I do not expect much to happen during my birthday. The truck load of assignments that we have made me think twice about any possible birthday celebration as people would rather worry about their assignment over some birthday celebration. I was however wrong though...

What happened today...

30th July was considered as the triple D-day for me, the Dreaded DoomsDay. It was because we had to hand up our play-kit assignments to Ms Dorcas and do a presentation too on that day. I can't help but to feel quite worried as I had to account for many things in the play-kit such as the Power-point slides, report, work delegation table, the adding of time-line to the report and much more. It did not help when I could not focus for these past few days as I barely had any proper sleep throughout the whole week.

After all the classes had ended, I was actually going to head back home but decided to stay back with the Peanuts and wait for them while they were busy cleaning up the termite room. I did not know that I just stepped into their trap by doing so.

We then went to Pizza Hut in Junction 8 after they were done with cleaning as they wanted to have their lunch there, well that was what they claimed. The people who were there were Vishnu, Kalyisah, Daniel, Lynn, Hafizah, Sylvia, Raventhi and Leon. If you were to ever go out with the dynamic duo Hafizah and Sylvia, you will need to carry a mask around and wear it on your face. It is quite embarrassing when you are out with these two hyperactive duo, with them screaming and laughing out loud, attracting a lot of attention from the public but I don't really mind it at all.

It was my second time eating at Pizza Hut and I had learned a lesson. Never judge the food by looking at the picture on the menu. Looks can be deceiving. There on the menu displayed the meal which look like it can feed a whole family but when the food is served in front of you, it looked more like a snack rather than a meal. The amount is really small. Since the meal is accompanied by a free flow of Cola, the two lunatic (Hafizah and Sylvia) began shouting "REFILL REFILL" out loud. Thankfully we were at the far secluded end of corner of the place where we can't be seen but our voices can be heard, which saved me from being embarrassment.

The first food which was served was the "Mushroom Soup". Although mushrooms are something which I avoid eating, this one is an exception. It tasted really great. Thanks to both Hafizah and Sylvia, I got an extra Mushroom Soup as they told the waiter that it was my birthday. Well initially they asked whether we could get a discount or something extra since it is a special day. Sometimes I do wonder where do they hide all their shame.

After indulging ourselves in the food that we ordered, Hafizah, Sylvia and Lynn headed for the ladies. It was there when it all started to get fishy. Something inside told me that something wasn't right. After a few minutes had passed, the songs that were played in Pizza Hut suddenly stopped all of the sudden. At first, I thought it was just some minor technical difficulty but what was weird was that a Happy Birthday song was played for a short while before being cut off. By then, I had already knew what was happening. Soon afterward, Lynn, Hafizah and Sylvia came in, holding a small birthday cake and an ice-cream. The Happy Birthday song then started playing again, this time properly without cutting off.

I just sat there, lost for words. Mixed feeling was going through in my head. I was utterly shocked and touched that my classmates actually gave me a birthday celebration. I had always thought that they were too busy with their assignments and had no time to plan for my birthday. This was also my first time getting a proper birthday celebration too, which was a pretty cool experience for me. Although I was feeling full, I swallowed the food down and felt quite satisfied.

Before leaving Pizza Hut, all of us stand in one straight line at the entrance of the place and said a big Thank you to them and bowed like those actors normally do after a play. Without their help, it would not be possible for all this to take place. I sincerely am grateful for their help.

Just when I thought it was time to depart, Sylvia announced that she lost her adapter for her laptop. She said that she left it back at the termite room when they were cleaning the place up. Hafizah and the rest had to suddenly answer nature's call all of the sudden and they went into the toilet together, leaving me, Sylvia and Leon alone. I could understand if their bodies were all join together, having the same bladder and all but they aren't. Vishnu had to go off as he had other business he had to attend to.

As we were walking back to the campus, Sylvia then asked me to walk on the grass field rather than the pathment as she wanted to try walking directly straight to the campus. At first, I thought it was an unusual request but I dismissed any other thoughts about it as Sylvia is the Siao type of person. Not trying to say it is bad or anything. Siao in a good way.

So as I was walking together with Sylvia under the scorching sun, Sylvia suddenly grab hold on me and started to laughed. That was when I go " Oh shit!". Before I know it, white powdery substance fell on to me, covering me with flour all over. They had it planned all along, right from the start and I was totally oblivious to it. Well to return the "good" gesture that they had done, I "borrowed" the flour bag and began my flour rampage, sparing no one who came into my path. Kalyisah, who was lucky not to get powdered the last time wasn't so lucky. Although she was the camera man, she had her fair share too. Likewise for Revanthi too. As usual, Sylvia and Hafizah was covered everywhere with flour as they were bombarded by me. As for Daniel, although he did evade a few attacks, he was unable to get away when Sylvia hold him down while the rest of us shower him with flour. In the end, everyone was looking like we came back from work after making chapati.

We then headed back to the campus to wash up, where we were the main attention there. The campus was unusually crowded with people at that time of day. Giggles and whispers can be heard. Others gave us the stares when we were walking around in the campus. Sylvia just told us to give them the "10 cent look" to them and act as if nothing had happened. We took a few snapshots together before washing up.

After we were done with the washing up, the Peanuts decided to send me off to Junction 8. Safira was calling me the whole time, asking me to go to Junction 8 although I didn't know why at that time.

While we were making our way there, Lynn accidentally fell down and hurt her knee. The discipline dude (Mr Edmund or something) came by and suggested that we take her to the General Office to seek further assistance. We were given some plasters and other medical things to mend her wound. Lynn and Kalyisah then took a cab back while the rest of the remaining Peanuts send me off to Junction 8. After departing and saying goodbyes, I dashed to the 3rd level of Junction 8 where Haz and the rest were waiting at the open air garden. Other than Haz, Safira, Tania, Aini and Fatin were there too.

As my back was facing to Haz, I was not able to see what she was doing. I had no idea why they called me up there only until.... only until everyone started singing Happy Birthday to me. When I turned around, Haz was holding a lighted birthday cake. I really can't describe this feeling which was overflowing. It guess it is what it felt like to be appreciated and remembered. It is much more than happiness. After blowing off the candles, we then ate the cake and sat around the playground there. Just when I thought I was safe from flour, Safira squashed a cake right into my face, followed by the rest who did the same. I managed to return the good gesture back to Safira and Haz but not the rest as they really ran fast like as if their life were at stake. They sure can run far when they are afraid. We were however chased off by some crazy security guard who was probably bored and was being a party-pooper.

We headed towards Macdonald, where we sat there and talk till it was eight. (If I am not wrong). We talked everything under the Sun and soon afterward, we took different path as we headed back home...

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There were some other things that happened like...

Receiving 32 Happy Birthday Sms messages from one person which was really shocking.

Wearing a Birthday hat everywhere I have to go. I even bumped into the stylish-awesome-sauce-cool-beans-looking person from the second year at the bus station there. Of course, I took off my hat for awhile at that time to safe myself from embarrassment.

The almost empty cheese bottle in the Pizza Hut. Blame that on the two hungry ghosts Hafizah and Daniel.

A stranger who wished me a Happy Birthday. Cool right? Creepy now that I think of it.

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Summary

Overall, I truly am blessed to have these kind of friends. I really couldn't ask for more. What is even better that I had people to celebrate with during my birthday. Although all I could say is Thank you the entire time, I really meant much more than that. Words aren't enough to express the magnitude of how I was feeling today.

As for my wish, it was a simple one. I wished for my friends to live a happy and joyous life.

A MEGA BIG THANK YOU TO EVERYONE

P.S Sorry to keep you waiting Haz and the rest.

A Sign Of A Detrimental Health?

2009-07-25T23:31:00.001+08:00

Lately, I have been having the same dream over and over again. I don't know what it means to have the same dream over consecutive nights. Perhaps it is an omen, trying to warn me of something not pleasant that is going to happen. Then again, it could be just my brain's way of telling me to have a rest as I'm deprived of sleep these days.

In this dream, I feel bad for making this person wait for me, may be that person has already forgotten about me. I did say after all that I'm not coming back but yet, why do I feel like I am in the wrong? How puzzling life can be.

I guess till then, I will keep the thought of it to myself.

Marshmallow's Birthday

2009-07-20T19:56:00.000+08:00

What happened today....

If I were to summarize everything that happened today within a few words, it would be :

A lot of Patience to wait
Tons of embarrassment
And a fun filled day.

Lynn's birthday (a.k.a Marshmallow) was one of the most delicate plan that was thought out by Elephant Hafizah. Everything was done secretly, from the planning to the making of the gift and only few people, mostly from Peanuts, knew about the operation. It was something we wanted to do as a surprise.

In our first phase of our plan, we passed the birthday present, which was similar to Fyy's present, a collage of pictures of the Peanuts that was taken together with Lynn placed nicely in a picture frame, to Ms Pearl for safe-keeping so as not to be seen accidentally by Lynn at any point of time. As we did not want to give her all of the presents one shot, we gave her only the picture frame present before Ms Pearl's lesson and sang her a birthday, so as not to make her suspect that we had anything else up our sleeves.

The second phase of our plan was rather more difficult to handle as we had some 'extra' complications that we had to handle. Complications such as to get a few flies off. If you get my drift. As we did not want to make it obvious that we had more install for her birthday, we had Revanthi to entertain Lynn while the rest of us Peanuts were busy find a lighter to light the candles that I bought (hoho) on to the 30 chocolate cupcakes that the Elephant Hafizah baked. Hearing Hafizah baked those amount of chocolate cupcakes, let alone one chocolate cupcake is equivalent to someone telling me that the Sun is green. I had a hard time believing it at first, not trying to say I underestimate her, just that I can't imagine that Elephant baking cupcakes.

After finally managed to get a hold on a lighter, we then lighted the candles in Junction-8. Thankfully the smoke detector which was DIRECTLY ABOVE US did not trigger the sprinkler to spray water when we lighted the candles. Our efforts to light the candles were futile because as soon as we started moving, the candles were blown out due to the air-conditioner in the shopping mall. Lynn was waiting at an open-garden at the 3rd level of the Junction 8 with Revanthi by her side. After Lynn blew out the candles, we ate the cupcakes, which surprisingly turned out to be very tasty. I guess that Elephant Hafizah wasn't lying about her culinary skills.

The next part of our plan was something too embarrassing even to watch. As we wanted to make Lynn's birthday a memorable one, she was to get 40 signatures (Initially 50 but it went down to 50 since all 10 of the Peanuts signed it for her) from 40 complete strangers in Junction 8 while wearing a birthday hat on her head. It wasn't helping either when that Elephant Hafizah was announcing it out loud that it was Lynn's birthday to everyone there. I can't imagine what it feels like to be in her shoes. At least it is not as embarrassing from being asked to dance 'Nobody' by Wondergirls in a crowded area. Ugh...

Our grand finale ended with a blast. More like in a mess. While Khalyshah went together with Lynn to buy some bubble-tea, Hafizah, Slyvia, Daniel, Fyy and me went to get ready to ambush Lynn when she comes. However, that Elephant was asking for trouble when she started to throw the flour to us even before she came. So out of self-defense, we then return the good gesture by throwing it back to them, aiming specifically for their face and their hair, which then accelerated to an all out war. Slyvia and Hafizah paired up together to make a team while the remaining three of us, Fyy, Daniel and me were the opposite team. As for Raventhi, she did not joined in and used Ms Thanni's file as a shield. The Hippo and Elephant was pretty merciless when it come to throwing the flour to me, ganging up on me and poured a huge amount of flour on me. While we were too carried away throwing flour at each other, we did not realize that Lynn and Khalyshah were coming close. We quickly hid behind the walls but Lynn probably already knew what was coming as there was flour all over the place. She wasn't spared and was pretty much covered in flour.

In the end, Hafizah looked like a ghost while Slyvia, not as bad as that Elephant, looked like an old woman. Daniel wasn't hit badly by the bombardment of the flour and was lucky to walk away with minor white patches while Raventhi looked like someone who spend her whole day making capati or roti prata. 'A professional chapati maker' is what Daniel called her. Khalyshah was able to get away before the whole flour thing started so there wasn't even a flour stain on her. Lucky her...

We did of course cleaned up the area after making a mess out of it. Actually we were planning to bail out but we then returned back to cleaned after our mess as we did not want to create trouble and there was already cameras around which took a video of the whole thing. No point running away. After done cleaning up the area and washed up at a coffee shop, we then went back home.

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This birthday party for Marshmallow wouldn't had been possible if not for these people:

My project group members, Haz, Fad, Shafikah and Safira, for allowing me and Khalyshah to release us a little earlier and packing up the place without us.
For the Peanuts, Daniel, Fyy, Raventhi, Sylvia, Hafizah and especially Lynn for patiently waiting me and Khalyshah to come.
Slyvia's boyfriend, (Irvin?) for helping us out with the birthday party.
The sweeper who was kind enough to borrow his broom to sweep up the mess that we made after the flour battle.
A cleaner in the coffee-shop for giving us a clean towel to clean ourselves up
And any other people that I forgot to mention

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A big THANK YOU!

Orange Ribbon plus Hang out

2009-07-18T23:08:00.000+08:00

Many a times, I find myself to be clueless about many things. How to get to somewhere, who this person is or how something looks like. Some people might even question where I had been throughout my whole lifetime. Of course, I did not just popped out from thin air. Just came out of the cave.

What happened today...

It was 2.30 pm and I initially had planned with Tania that I would be meeting her at Bishan Circle Line MRT entrance at 3.15pm. Unlike other occasions, I did not plan to come one or two hour early like I would always did as Bishan is a place where I already knew at the back of my palm and it would be pointless of me to be roaming around in that area.

When I reached Yew Tee MRT station, I was just about to take out my wallet to tap my EZ-link card then I felt something was missing. My wallet. So I then reached out for my hand phone to call for Sis, Atoi, and to ask her to pass me my wallet. Guess what? My hand phone wasn't in my pocket either. That's two items that I forgot to bring. I guess I have to thank my mother for this 'forgetfulness' trait that I inherited from her genes. Having little choices left, I then decided to take a bus back home although I could just walk back but I was feeling a little lazy and the weather was rather warm at that time.

Without knowing it, I mistakenly boarded a wrong bus. There were hints that were trying to show me that I was on the wrong bus such as the service number '302' or the caterpillar bus, which did not seemed to register in my head during that point of time. All I thought was 'I must be thinking too much' and dismiss the thought of it. The moment the bus did not make the right turn, only then I realized my mistake. Panicked, I alighted from the bus and was pretty clueless where I was. So much for living in Yew Tee for nine years and still clueless about my surroundings.

By then, it was already 2.45 pm. The distance from where I was to my house was like triple the distance from the MRT station to my house. I was sweating buckets all over as the weather was warm while I was walking with haste and I did not want to make Tania to be waiting too long for me. Yeah I know, a girl waiting for a guy. How embarrassing. Upon reaching home, I took both my stuffs and head my way back to Yew Tee MRT station and took a train there to Bishan.

On the train, it felt like the train was moving slower than it's usual speed. I sat down and watched the time ticked away. Seconds passed, then minutes. While I was on the train, I did also noticed that there were a huge cluster of Primary school and Secondary school kids who were choking the MRT stations. They sure were humiliated as they need to sit on the floor while being stared at by the public although there were seats but they were reserved for the teachers, who comfortably sat there while scolding the kids who were complaining that their arse were numb.

It felt quite strange to be coming to the Campus on a weekends. It felt as if like I had already graduated from that institute and was just taking a visit there. When I reached there, there were surprisingly more ICAs that turned up from what I had initially expected. The people who came were Tania, Haziqah, Aini, Fatin, Revanthi, Nazriah and last but not least, me. Of course, Mr.Dandruff(Mr.Lendra) was there too. All of us were wearing red except for that Dandruff who was wearing an orange shirt.

We then made our way to the site where the event was being held. We took a bus there, which was only like one stop away from the campus. The bus driver probably had worked as stunt-driver before. Every time he pressed on the brakes, it is like as if he wanted people to fly smash through the window and fly out. The way he did it was like as if his life was on the line. Either that or he could had been using the handbrake instead of the foot brake the whole time.

After surviving from that ride, we alighted from the bus and reached to our destination. The place was crawling with all kind of people everywhere. The dress code for the event was either wear a red or an orange shirt. Almost everyone except for some party poopers who were wearing blue or white shirt. I mean come on... How hard is it to find a red or orange color shirt? Even a Singh who was there was able to find an orange turban too. Now that's even harder to find.

I did get to see something disturbing there too. There were this hyper-active elderly who were pretty hyped up there. They were smacking each others butt while they were walking. Yes smacking in front of everyone. You can actually hear the loud 'SMACK' sound each time they did it. They were enjoying it while they at it. Disturbing indeed...This, however, is nothing compared to the disgusting sight I saw at Changi Airport back when I was doing the project with Haz and the rest. (Check for my previous entry Foody Food Assignment 2 for more details about it). Whoever said that the older you are, the more matured you become is sadly mistaken.

We were suppose to hang around the area for two hours before we were allowed to leave for some reason. So with plenty time to spare, we then browsed through the booths that were set up at that area. Haziqah, Aini, Fatin went to do some Henna painting on their hands. While those three were queuing for their turn, me and Tania then went around together to get some drinks and looked at the booths around the area.

After two excruciating hours had passed, we were then only allowed to leave. What was great was that Mr.Dandruff already left, leaving us behind. I was then invited to join with Tania and friends to follow them to Marina Square as they need to buy some clothes there. Since I had nothing else to do at home, I might as well tag along.

As we were a little hungry, we took a short trip to KFC to fill our tummys a little. I shared the Bandito buddy meal with Aini while Tania and Fatin shared theirs together. As for Haqizah, she had one for her own but she does take some from our share too. Oddly (for me), Tania added some chili sauce on her mashed potato as she said it taste great with it. I then tried it out and it tasted...well spicy.

We took a train to City Hall ( I think) after we were done eating where we alighted there. Singapore really look different at night. It was my first time seeing the city at night. The lights that shone softly in the night sky, accompanied by the trees that swayed along in the wind which really makes the place a nice spot to de-stress and calm yourself.

We made our way to a place which looked like a balcony or some sort where they were many people who were already there before us, who were trying to catch a glimpse on the upcoming National Day Parade celebration. We were lucky to catch the first few fireworks when we just arrived but it was all short-lived as it was only for a short while.

We then went in to the shopping mall as the girls need to answer their nature's call. After they were done with the business, we went out to the staircase where we were able to see a clear view of the night sky. After waiting for quite some time, the magic finally starts. The fireworks that lighted the night sky with it's vibrant colors was simply breath-taking. The sight was really spectacular. It was my first time seeing such things. It sure beats the Christmas Illumination at Japan.

From there, the girls went shopping for girl's stuff. Well...their lingerie to be precise. Being a guy, I then decided not to hang around that area as people would probably be thinking I'm a pervert looking at girl's bra or underwear. I went out with Tania to get some fresh air. After awhile, they were done with their shopping and it was considered quite late. We then boarded the train and headed back home.

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There were some things that I didn't state down that happened today as it might be too draggy.

The old lady who was throwing her tantrums and pushing everyone away at the Henna Booth.

The underground dancers and cyclists.

The F1 lightings.

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Overall, I had a blast and it will serve as a precious part of my memory, among the rest in my head.

The Slipped Tongue...

2009-07-18T13:13:00.000+08:00

Due to some reason, I can't post it out yet.
I will post it soon though.

The slipped tongue...

2009-07-17T23:12:00.000+08:00

Man oh man...my inability to shut my mouth nearly cost the Peanut's plan to be foiled. I know it is my fault but it is not as if I said it out on purpose or anything. It just... slipped out of my tongue...Somehow...Hope that 'she' does not suspect a thing...

What happened today...

The huge blunder happened right after Ms Thanni's class was dismissed. It was Friday, a time in the week where I am suppose to go somewhere every week but I did not go there much. Each time I looked at the building where I am suppose to go, I felt like a burning sensation every time I look at it, as if the sight of it offended my eyes. I guess it is because I did not went to that place every Friday for quite some time. Either that or it could be that I was standing under the scorching hot sun.

As I was walking out with the rest of the Peanut group, I did not realized that answering a typical question that she asked nearly compromised our whole plan. Only after both Elephant Hafizah and Khalyshah told me my mistake, only then did I realized. From there on, I kept silent to prevent any more leakages of information. We somehow managed came up with a plan to cover everything up. Our plan was to split the group, making it look like we were going home, but as a matter of fact, we were not. It was all a part of our act, or rather drama that we were putting up in front of 'her' so as not to make her too suspicious about us.

All of us then met up once again and took the bus 53, to go to Ikea to buy the materials for the things we need. After alighting from the bus-stop, we then walked from there to Ikea as the bus-stop was situated quite far from Ikea. It was really windy when we were walking our way there. Our hair were dancing around in the wind. Although mine did not really budge much when the wind was blowing as it was curly wirly and short but it was really nice and soothing. After crossing the traffic light, which took forever to turn green, we finally reached to our destination.

By now, I know the area like the back of my hand as I went here once with that Elephant and Hippo for Fyy's birthday. While I was answering nature's call, the rest of the Peanuts went to grab some drinks so that they can quench their thirst while finding for the materials we need. While filling the cups with drinks, that Hippo and Elephant was really asking for trouble when they took my... and....I can't say it out as it will get them to trouble if I say so but they really did something...well...not appropriate there. After browsing through the area and fooling around there, we were then done with buying the things there.

From there, the Peanuts then decided to go to Daniel's house to do our stuff there. We took a short bus and then alighted at some residential area. The area really look like an old residential estate, judging by the shops there. I guess Mr.Dandruff would probably call this a 'Mature Estate'. One thing about that area other than the place infested with cats is that there were a tons of provision shops everywhere you go. Every corner, every turn, every step you make, you can see a provision shop without fail. It is like as if the residents there can't get enough of one provision shop and decided to put one provision shop after another, side by side just for fun. I know the elderly people can't really walk far because they are old and fragile but it was ridiculous to see the amount of provision shops there.

The other thing was the distance from the bus-stop we alighted to Daniel's house. Talk about long. Even after walking under the buildings, across the car-parks, pass the street-soccer court, through the playgrounds and crossed the traffic lights, we weren't still quite there yet. 'It is just that blue building' is what Daniel would say or something like that to keep our hopes high. If I were to walk that amount of distance to the bus-stop everyday, I would not be surprised if I were to come first for cross-country runs.

FINALLY after what it seems like it took an aeons to reach there, we were finally at the doorsteps at Daniel's house. When the door was opened, we were greeted with Daniel's god-sister. (The chinese female who was at the BBQ event). I'm quite surprised to see that Daniel's family was pretty open to allow outsiders in their house. If it was my case, my mom would probably slaughtered me over and over again for bringing people over. Even if I'm dead, she would bring me back to live with the two shocker thingy that you see in the movies to revive back people and slaughter me all over again.

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I can't really remember what happened soon afterward.
At least Lynn's birthday went out great!
=]

The Phone Calls

2009-07-13T18:35:00.000+08:00

Have you ever used a Walky-Talky as your form of communication to contact other people? I sure did. That was considered like my first 'cellular phone'. I used to talk with my brother through the Walky-Talky with it although we were just a few meters apart from each other. However I stopped using it when a Bangladesh worker, probably from some construction site, responded to me instead through the Walky-Talky. He did also sounded mad. He probably thought it was a prank call. Heh, a prank call with a Walky-Talky. That's new.

What happened today...

I felt demoralized coming out from Ms Thanni's lesson. It is not that I was scolded or anything. It is just that seeing a lot of red markings, circle and crosses all over my paper was a sign to show that my English is degrading with the passing of time. If you look at it in a way, it looked like my paper was a treasure map or something. I can't blame her however for doing that as she is merely doing her job to mark and rectify any mistakes that were done.

As for Ms Dorcas lesson, things went out to be pretty fine. Each time I attend her class, it is a mixture of feelings, both terrified and interested in her lesson because of the way she teaches. Although you know what topic she would cover, she would teach it in a way which is quite different compared to the other teachers I've met. (Either that or I've been taught by lousy teachers in my secondary school life without knowing it.) She does often throw a few questions once in awhile which sometimes is scary but she never fails to make her lesson an enjoyable one. Some of you may beg to differ but this is from my point of view.

When her lesson ended, I then 'volunteered' myself to help Ms Dorcas to call the ICB people to ask them about their temperature along with Daniel. I wonder what it feels like to be woken up from your beauty sleep just to be asked by some random weirdo who starts asking about your temperature. Annoyed probably. Thankfully, we didn't need to use our own phone as we were provided with phones by Ms Dorcas. The phones that we used to call them really looked like a Walky-Talky, it is really big. It looked like something you do hit or throw to someone's head with when you are angry.I do be lying to say that I did not enjoy calling them up. Hearing their croaky voices when they just woke up sure cracks me up.

After we were done with calling those people, we were left with around fifteen minutes to eat for our lunch before the next lesson. Although we were given another an extra fifteen minutes to eat our lunch, we didn't really want to miss out Ms Pearl's lesson just for that as it takes a long time to enjoy a food and eating the food halfheartedly isn't really nice. I did also get an extra drumstick from the Malay store vendor lady as I often went there to eat during recess.

After gobbling down my food quickly, despite being told by Haz and some other of my classmates not to, we then headed towards Ms Pearl lesson. I appreciate their concern though but I do rather choked on the food I am eating rather than seeing Ms Pearl fuming with anger which most probably will give me a heart attack just because I went to class late. Luckily for us, we weren't considered late though as we managed to join back the class when they started entering the classroom.

During Ms Pearl's lesson, we did quite a number of interesting activities such as Twizzle (React accordingly game), Who Stole the Cookie game (The Accusing game), Sing with our voices (Ughhh..) and Button You Must Wonder (The Passing game).

I know there are some more things that happened soon afterward but I just can't put my finger on it. It is very faint in my memory. I guess I need to eat more brain boosting food or something.
More fish for me.

To go or not to go?

2009-07-10T20:58:00.001+08:00

Indecisive, that's what I am. Ask me to pick a food from a huge menu in any fast-food restaurant or shop and after a gazillion years, I will answer you with either "I don't know" or "I'm not sure" as my answer. Making decisions isn't really my thing.

What happened today...

After getting worked up and stayed up late for nothing because of that Elephant yesterday, I didn't get enough sleep. Late nights always make me groggy the next morning. I've been deprived of sleep nowadays and it is taking a toll on me like not being able to think straight and eye-bags forming around my eyes, making me look like a panda. Despite being tired, I still dragged my dead-beaten body to school.

Fast-forwarding to after school...

As for today, my head was going bonkers, deciding who should I hangout with after school. Either with the Peanuts or Hazira and the others. It's such a precarious balance. No matter which one I choose to hangout with, I will be in the losing end. I know that I will be at the losing end no matter which side I chose as in the end, I would end up not going with the opposite group that I didn't go with and that would also mean I wouldn't be going to that 'place' where I should be going every Friday after school. It starts with the letter 'M'. Go figure.

Sometimes I do wish that I could split myself into three. As for two of my clones, they will both be following the two groups. The third clone would be loafing around at home. My head was going haywire, racing for a conclusion to my frantic thoughts. After much deliberation, I went with the idea of hanging out with Hazira and the others. It isn't everyday that I can get to hang out with those bunch anyway.

Our first stop was to the Starbucks at Woodlands. I went there together with Safira, Hazira, Nas and a guy ( Some guy who was in Batam trip together with the three of them. I still couldn't remember his name although they told me twice). There, I got to taste Starbucks mango and passion fruit smoothie and it taste like....well like a mango and passion fruit smoothie. What else?

One thing I learned at Starbucks is that you should never assume anything which look like a straw as a straw. Confidently( or stupidly), I took what it looked like a straw and poke it into my drink. I then attempted to suck the smoothie through the 'straw' with it. My friends then realized what was going on and then told me the 'straw' I was using wasn't really used as a straw and the proper straw was covered in a little paper-bag sort of thing. It looked similar to the paper-bag where the sugar is contained in Macdonald. No wonder I was having a hard time sucking the smoothie up with that 'straw'. How am I suppose to know that in the first place, I'm not really a regular customer there anyway.

While I was busy drinking away with the proper straw of course, Idiscovered that if you give a drink to Nas, even after an hour had passed, she would still be drinking the same drink that she was drinking and there would still be more left. If that is the rate of her drinking, what about eating? I guess it is her way of showing that she savors the drink or something by drinking it super-duper ssssllloooooowww. I bet I can drink five smoothie before she finish her first drink.

Our tummy then began to rumble a little as we were hungry so the four of us, excluding the dude as he had to go, headed down to Macdonald which was close to where we were. We then found a cosy corner and all four of us bought Cinnamon Melts to fill our tummy a little. Words itself isn't enough to describe the taste of the Cinnamon Melts. It felt like I was on cloud-nine and the taste was H-E-A-V-E-N-L-Y. As usual, Nas was taking her own sweet time to eat the Cinnamon Melts as always. We then just chat away as time passes by and we listen to 'Kantoi' too, a song by Zee Avi which means busted or to get caught and it was kinda funny. When it was time for us to depart, we then went on to our separate ways while I headed back to my sanctuary, home.

Overall, I had a great time although I do felt a little like an extra but it was fun.