So I went for my dreaded check up.
Turns out nothing's wrong with me and it's just something like "hormonal imbalance".
Been scaring myself shitless for the past year.
I think you know what I'm talking about here.
Will be returning on Monday night.
Taking the 5.30pm bus back.
Missed both Christmas and going to miss the new year too, not being able to be in Singapore both times.
Listening to Michael Buble's album "Totally Buble" now.
Finally bought my CDs "The Black Parade" and this Michael Buble album.
Stomach's bloated now.
We packed ourselves into the car and went shopping and bought supper.
Actually it's not so bad here but at times it's dead boring.
Brought bf's Eragon book here to read and I've almost completed it.
Somewhere around the 800th page now haha.
Happy New Year in advance, everyone!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!
It's the 3rd day of my stay in Malaysia.
Glad I'm able to blog cos I haven't been blogging, or maybe it's just
plain laziness.
We've been busy the whole day preparing for my sis' birthday celebration
tonight.
We made sushi and my ma cooked a whole lot of food and we've ordered
satay and bought an ice cream cake.
But the cake sort of melted and only half the cake is pretty.
I took many many photos but I'll upload them when I return.
The sole purpose of coming here for me is to see a specialist,
cos I've got something wrong with me.
And this may be the last time I'm coming here with my family,
cos after completing my Advanced Diploma,
I'll be working.
Yeap.
More when I get back!

I'll be going to Malaysia this weekend.
Don't contact me.

Yesterday went to watch Eragon with boyfriend.
It wasn't what we had expected.
One thing, lots of things were left out.
Some parts of the story were different too.
The book's much better, but the book's not as good as Harry Potter and the story's not as
good as Lord of the Rings.
But who am I to judge?
The boy was only 15 when he wrote it.

Anyway, I'm just back from school after my exam.
I'm bound to score either A or B this time.
Haha.

The previous post was just a brief one,
so here are the details:

Actually we were to meet at 8:15am but somehow the two pigs, Liu (Peiying) and Tong (Huiling), couldn't get up.
So drag drag drag until 9:30am, but they were still late.
I woke up at a ghastly hour of 7:15am.
Me and Tong went to see if there were any paint shops at the prime market but couldn't find one,
while Liu and Teo (Benjamin) went around the paint shop they were in to look for suitable colours.
Then we went to Lim's (Fiona) house and waited for the arrival of Liu and Teo.
Then they arrived and we thought of what to do with Lim's room.
Our plan was to do something with Lim's messy room.
Mrs. Lim was nice to order pizza for us.
Then we shifted Lim's furniture around,
the plan was to create a space in her room where she can sit down and study.
We shifted the bigger wardrobe to the computer room (previously the maid's room).
We thought for very long for what to do with her wall.
Then we decided on the colours and me and Tong went to somewhere near her house to buy paint and a
light bulb and a cushion and brushes.
We bought a litre of blue and grey and a light bulb (the wrong size, thanks to me),
glow-in-the-dark stars and a cushion for Lim to place her butt on.
Then we went back to Lim's house to start on our masterpiece.
We painted her room here and there and Teo climbed the ladder to stick the stars (attached to thread) to
the ceiling around the lamp.
Teo packed Lim's things, and chucked all Lim's secondary school books into a box.
Liu and Tong and I did the rest.
Due to time constraint, we decided to copy Mark Lee's design in Home Decor 2,
the episode on Monday which Mark Lee designed the design on the wall which was a picture of a
staircase from the floor to the ceiling and there were two legs on the topmost two steps so overall the design
made it feel like the room was bigger and gave this illusion that there was a staircase in the room and
someone was walking upstairs. *Takes a breath*
It was my idea, although it was unoriginal.
So we did this and that, that and this,
then we realised that it was getting late.
So we had to rush like ants.
Lim was out with her friends, and we contacted her friend Esther, to ask her to drag time.
But Esther's "gahmen" refrained her from staying out too late,
so we called Tan (Sockhoon) to play along.
Our plan was to make Lim believe that we were going to watch a movie but actually the three of us were
busy like ants.
So Tan went to meet Lim to push the time further.
But somehow Tan got angry also, but I dunno why.
It was around 12 midnight when Lim returned home.
Before they came home,
Teo decided that we should buy a cake.
But since it was already 11pm, no bakery would be opened at this hour,
so Teo had an idea (but an unoriginal one), to go to Cheers to buy one of their plain chocolate cakes,
they also bought a packet of M&Ms to decorate the cake.
Lim believed that we baked the cake.
Haha she still doesn't know.
Luckily Lim liked the surprise when she saw the room.
After eating the cake, Teo, Lim and I played a game of Monopoly for 3 hours.
It was 3+am when the game ended.
I stayed at Lim's house for the night.
I went to sleep at 4+am.

Reflections:
1) POOR TIME MANAGEMENT.
2) MY BLOOD PRESSURE CAN RISE QUITE RAPIDLY.
3) I CAN PAINT. (:

Me, Huiling, PY and Benjamin went to Fiona's house to revonate her room.

We packed her things and shifted things around for more than 12 hours but now I'm still not asleep but am in Fiona's room.

This is what we did:

Can you see Mark Lee's legs>>

He's going upstairs

Yesterday went to shop for Fiona's birthday present with Huiling and Peiying and Benjamin was there too.
Today is FIONA LIM's birthday.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY FIONA LIM!

Someone came to tag my blog saying I'm racist.
I agree I'm racist sometimes lah.
But then I really don't care what you say about Chinese people.
Whatever I wrote about the racist thing wasn't necessarily a bad thing either.
Roti prata is a bad thing meh?
I'm a roti prata devotee okay.
I'm sorry lah!
I guess I rubbed you the wrong way,
or maybe you're just too sensitive.
I didn't look at it as racism,
there was a little humour in it.

Oh well.
Today was the last day of school.
Next week is study week.
The next week is exam week.
Then I'm off!
To Malaysia!
Truly Asia!

Yippee.
Managed to score 17/20 for that Business Statistics test when I thought I was going to score around maybe 10-12.
And so I passed my last term's exams too.
Hah, I have nothing to worry.
In class today, being the kaypoh bunch of people that we are,
we noticed something was wrong.
The BMW-guy and his girlfriend weren't sitting side by side!
That means something must have happened between them huh.
And maybe even something drastic,
cos the girl went to rebond her hair and had make-up on today.
The girls in class must be getting ready to swoop down on the BMW-guy like vultures eyeing their prey.
Phwah.
Wonder what happened between them hor?
I'm practically itching from the curiosity.
I told my ma I have a classmate who drives a BMW,
she said, "Wah, why you never hurry up and take?"
I was like, "Huh? I have my man already!"
My dear ma sometimes cannot think straight when it comes to money.

So I finished reading the Jason Hahn book,
and now I'm moved on to Eragon by Christopher Paolini.
The author was only 15 when he started writing this book.
Talented guy lah he.
I think it's not bad, from what I've read.
The movie's going to hit the screens come 14 Dec.
A movie review that I've read says the movie's a cross between Harry Potter and Lord Of The Rings.
Dragons and magic and strange names of strange lands are involved.
This book is good, so the movie must be great!

Went to watch the Andy Lau movie, Battle of the Wits, or Mo Gong.
Think it was not bad,
I liked the role that Andy Lau played,
the smart and good guy.
Bf thought it wasn't very nice.

The book I'm reading now is Asking For Trouble: Tales of Saffy & Amanda by Jason Hahn.
He's a local writer, someone like Neil Humphreys who's also equally funny.

So I'm going to be heading over to Malaysia first thing after my exams.
We can afford to spend exactly 10 days there,
then we have to fly back here cos school is going to start soon for my sis.
What a time for me to end my course at that time right.
Should end earlier for my yearly well-deserved vacation.
Was feeling a little apprehensive.
Part of me missed my family there and the tons and tons of pirated CDs,
the other part of me thought it was a pity I wasn't going to spend my first Christmas with him.
Then again, what's Christmas to me?
It's just another public holiday.
I guess it affects me the way people think.
I used to think it was a time couples and family get together to celebrate their love.
But there's Valentine's Day too.
I WILL NOT miss that.
Whatever.
Got to go take a shit and then mop the floor and then rush over to meet him.
Blah.

I've been thinking so much.
Baby, I hate myself for having said those words.
I'm sorry.

Skipped school.
Went for a haircut.
Haircut didn't make much difference.
Ugh.

I cried in the bus last night.
I was fully aware of people watching me.
But I couldn't help it,
I was miserable.
Why does love have to be so hard.

The Business Statistics test was easy.
I can't believe I went through all those endless hours of studying,
just to flip open the question booklet to see a page of easy questions.
And along with all the formulas!
MDIS is SO predictable.

I'm having the most horrid day.
I'm having a horrible flu.
Imagine having to study your most hated subject (Math) with mucus dribbling nonchalantly from your
nostrils.
I actually wanted to fetch a pail to let the mucus drip into the pail.
Once full, I shall chuck the dreadful contents out of the window and onto the head of an unsuspecting
victim.
Ugh, I'm feeling wonderfully crabby.
I'm Crabby Abbie. (:

Last night he met with his ex to talk things out.
But now everything's resolved, and I'm a happy woman.
The last few months was horrible for me,
I kept having this feeling that I was going to lose him anytime.
The two weeks while he was away in Australia was okay,
but I wanted him back badly.
The day he came back and when I met him,
I felt that I loved him more,
because absence makes the heart fonder.
It certainly does.
And after so many things that happened,
he's now more precious to me than ever. (:

Today's lesson was boring.
Math math math everyday math math math.
Whatever the lecturer teaches, I dunno how to do.
Ugh.
I'm having a test next Wednesday.
Gotta buck up.
I'm going to study until I drop.

So today went to eat Sakura with classmates, Kitson, Vincent and Min Er.
Eat until 2.30pm like that then we went shopping cos Vincent wanted to shop for clothes to attend
a wedding.
He's like, super skinny.
He can wear a pair of size 28 jeans!
And his shirts are all S size.
He jokingly said he has a girl figure except he don't have breasts.
Totally shagged now.
Shouldn't have worn me Chuck Taylors without socks.
Walk for so many hours now my pinky toes have abrasions.
Ouch.
Flip flops are the best.

I like this video.
Go read the comments for this video at YouTube.
They're mostly female fans gushing about cute Brendon.
Hohoho.

Met boyfriend last night to watch Casino Royale.
He bought me lots of munchies, chocs and candies.
Thanks baby, my teeth are going to fall off.
I'm now sucking on a candy stick.
The type of candy stick shaped like a walking stick you see during christmas,
but mine's without the curved thing.
And his face is so burnt and brown.
Poor baby.
Casino Royale was ok.
Daniel Craig is hot.

The boyfriend is back!
He smsed me this morning after he got home, around 7:45.
Yay so happy he's back.
Going to meet him later.

Today's lesson was ok.
We had to do a presentation.
It was ok.

Blah! I'm bored.
In the midst of a great book.
It's a great book about jealousy, marital affairs, love and sex.
Not the kind that I usually read.
Haha.

You all know the IPod was made to only put in tracks,
but they're not known to be able to export songs right?
I just recently downloaded a software from www.download.com which can help us to copy songs
from the IPod into the computer.
The software is called IPod Access, and it's really useful.
Partly because my computer went haywire a few months ago and I had no choice but to format it
and all my songs were gone.
I have like, a few GB worth of songs in my computer.
400+ songs are in my IPod, so I managed to get them out.
That website is really good.
There are some tips and tricks to help you in everything electronically.
I read about some tips that I can purchase an IPod battery and replace it myself,
because sending it for servicing may cost up to $160 or more.
But the problem is I haven't heard of anywhere that sells IPod batteries
except for websites.
But that's as useless to me as a scarecrow.
I don't have a credit card.

My pair of Chuck Taylors have been sitting in front of the living room since Monday.
I haven't picked it up.
No one's bothered to pick it up for me.
Only my ma has the initiative to ask me to pick it up.
I'll just leave them there.

I'm bored!
I was taking a short nap just now when Tong Huiling called me.
She always calls me at the wrong time.
So tomorrow I'm going to meet her.

My neighbour bought the lastest version of N70.
It's not the old version.
This version can support memory cards of bigger space.
My old version I think can only use memory card of up to 512MB.
Cos I'm using that.
The newer version is black.
And I think it's stupid cos the difference between the old one and the new one is the memory card thing.
Whereas everything else is the same.
Might as well buy a phone with a better camera like N73 or N93 right?

I'm concentrating on blogging crap because if I have nothing to blog about,
I'll blog about the gahmen.
And I won't be nice about it.
Yesterday I heard something in the news saying something about dunno the price of what rised.
FUCK.

Saturdays are boring without him around.
I used to meet him every Saturday.
But nevermind!
He'll be back soon.
Probably Tuesday or Wednesday.
If I remember correctly he told me he'll be boarding the plane back to Singapore either tomorrow or Monday.
And the flight is around 10 hours...
Blah!
I'm so bored.
In case you haven't noticed,
I've got a new blogskin.
This is something I really like,
cos the words are clear and the navigations are good.
And the dark background.
And I can put in photos myself!
I just anyhow do and the photo appeared there.
Hehe.
I'll be able to change the picture as and when I like.
Later I'll probably be home studying or lazing around or do some reading.
Then tomorrow meeting Dr. Tong Huiling.
Blah!
Still so bored.

I Love Italian Men

I came across the blog of an Italian man.
The first things I saw were pictures of a gorgeous man.
I've seen many blogs of homosexuals blogging photos of themselves and other men.
But please, they are not those girlie and super gay types but those with six-packs and muscles and are incredibly good-looking.
Those pictures are art.
They are beautiful men, seriously.

Remember the TV repairman?
Turns out he can repair refrigerators too.
My fridge spoil.
He just fixed it.
HE'S OUR HERO!

Gerrard Way looks funny in his new hair colour.
My Chemical Romance.
Confirm must buy.
My classmate once asked how can I stand to listen to this kind of music when he blasted a song
by MCR from Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge on my handphone, and another one from Nirvana.
But all songs that he sings and listens to are cantonese songs, so I can't blame him.
PHWAH!
Blogger now got spell-check.
Hmmm, a lot of words I write are wrong leh.

Just to share with you all my all-time favourite joke,
since I'm studying Business Management and all.

You see a pretty girl and you say to her, "Hi, I'm very rich. Marry me!"
That's direct marketing.
You see a pretty girl and get her number.
The next day you call her and say, "I'm very rich. Marry me."
That's telemarketing.
You see a pretty girl.
She walks up to you and says, "You're very rich."
That's brand recognition.
You see a pretty girl and say to her, "I'm rich. Marry me."
She slaps your face.
That's customer feedback.

It's not that I want to talk bad about the gahmen.
But the gahmen always like to make people talk bad about it.
This fucking raising the GST to 7% thing is outrageous.
Why do they want to take our money again and again?
Is it because that time they gave us the bonus shit before the election?
Then they raise taxi fare, then raise MRT and bus fare,
now they want to raise GST?
What next?
Raise school fees?
I tell you, one day there will be a big strike against the gahmen.
Obviously it's the gahmen who want to take money from its people,
but they say until so nice,
what stupid excuse, 'to help the needy'?
Why must the gahmen make it's people dulan the gahmen?

Today's lesson was held at the computer lab.
Some may find the lesson of no use, cos few people turned up,
but I found it rather useful.
That's because I dunno how to use Microsoft fucking Excel.
Okay I may be dumb in certain ways.

Having them come here to visit us was fun.
But no matter where it is, being with them makes me feel happy.
I guess we're far apart from each other, that's why.
Some of your relatives live close to you and you see them all the time,
you'll gradually grow to feel as if it's no big deal.
But for me, only seeing them twice a year is not enough.
I miss my grandma.
She's getting old and I fear that one day she'll forget me.
Every year around this time, I'd start dreaming of Malaysia.
Then I'll get this terrible urge of wanting to go.
Yesterday when they left, I really wanted to go with them.
When I was young I used to cry whenever they leave.
And when I go to Malaysia, I enjoy the change of environment.
The dusty roads, the scorching sun, the freedom of appreciating each passing day..
It's always the midst of holidays whenever I go,
so I consider it an annual vacation.
Well, no worries, I'm going soon!

I just discovered my love for jazz music.
Jazz is so... romantic and dramatic and nice.
And jazz singers' voices are very good too.
Michael Buble, Frank Sinatra, Diana Krall...
Phwah!

So on Friday my relatives from Malaysia came over to my house.
On Saturday we had a great day.
In the morning we went over to Kusu Island to pay pilgrimage to the Gods.
Actually I asked Huiling along (since she's so suaku and dunno where the hell's Kusu Island),
but after some consideration she decided to stay home and study.
We took the train to Marina Bay and took bus 402 to the Marina Bay Pier and waited for a very long time
until it was our turn to board the ferry.
Most of the people who went were old grandmas and grandpas and aunties and uncles.
The ferry was comfortable, with air-conditioning and TVs and the journey lasted around 10 mins.
When we reached there, the older people (haha) went to the temple to pray whereas I couldn't stand the
overwhelming smell of incense, and ran out with the other kids to see the tortoises.
There were quite a lot of tortoises.
I went to the Kusu Island website and read that the legend is that years ago two fishermen, a Chinese and
a Malay were shipwrecked and a magical turtle tranformed into an island to save them.
But yesterday I look at the shore of the island, I saw a lot of those rock things that hold the island in place,
preventing it from floating away, similar to East Coast Park.
And East Coast Park is reclaimed land, which means Kusu Island is also reclaimed land arh?
Crap lah!
Anyway, so after the adults prayed, we went to this pasar malam thing that sells $2 Toto numbers which
cost $20, sold by an Indian man.
Who would want to buy right.
Other stuff like laughing buddhas, shell wind chimes, ornaments, hair bands, etc were seen there too.
My aunts bought some rings and bangles made from tortoise shell, and some tortoise ornaments, with the
heads and legs and tails loose, so when you shake it, it seems like the tortoise is shaking its body parts.
My aunt gave me one.
It's brown and has a smaller baby tortoise stuck to its back.
The interesting thing is most of the things sold there has four lucky numbers attached to its bottom.
Then the funniest thing that happened yesterday was the uncle who sells the tortoise ornaments,
when people want to buy right, he would perform this screaming thing for the buyer.
He would shout something like, "Heng heng, wah, this tortoise is so golden, sure bring you luck!
This one shell so big, sure can give birth many times! You buy this sure will bring you luck! You buy three,
this one first prize, second prize, third prize! HENG AH!"
It was so hilarious, we kept shouting, "Heng ah!" after that.
After that we went to bug some nibbles, and my cousins kept calculating the price in ringgit.
Then we went to take some pictures at the beach.
I must say Neil Humphreys is right, the beach is beautiful.
Go around the shores of Singapore, see if you can see green coloured sea water.
Then we went to queue up to take the ferry back to mainland.
The sky opened up and poured and poured into the night.
We went home, drenched.
Took a bath and rested and ate lunch,
then off we went again!
To Bugis this time.
They bought bags and bags of munchies.
Then we went to Bugis street and bumped into our very very distant relative.
I dunno who he's related to, but somehow everybody knows everybody else.
And somehow I dunno everybody.
He treated us to dinner and we ate a lot.
Then we went home, all feeling so shagged.
Then at night my ma told them about my boyfriend.
At first she's the one who didn't want to tell anyone about it.
Now she's telling everyone.
Then everyone keep saying bad things about my 6th aunt.
I agree she's not a very nice person.
But everyone say bad things about her say until very happy leh.
I guess they're just letting it all out, they never used to talk about her openly like that.
Oh, and my toilet seat broke.
Dunno which fat ass sit until like that.
My ma went to order a toilet seat.
In the meantime, she used scotch tape to hold it in place.
I'm supposed to meet Huiling now, but due to her laziness...
Ahem.
I shan't say anymore.
I can only say good luck for your test tomorrow.

This is the last term of my Business Management course.
I thought it would be a breeze, just pass then can get diploma cert already.
But I've yet to go through this ordeal of passing Business Statistics.
I thought BS would be some stupid module that would require only a little of Math.
But this is what? The second unit only and I'm already having a headache.
What about the rest of the units?
Die lah!
I'm a sucker at Math.
A real big sucker.

It's the end of a tiring day.
I'm having a massive headache the size of Europe.

It's Vincent's birthday today.
He's 22 today.
Happy Birthday Vincent!
I think they've went to sing KBox.

Erm.
I'm addicted to word-finds.
You know, those recycled paper word puzzles they sell at Popular.
I bought one.
I'm going to spend these two weeks doing those.

So next year I'm turning 18,
which means I can get my driving liscence,
which means I can drive a car,
which means I can go clubbing,
which means I can watch M18 movies,
which means I can check out sex shops,
which means I can have sex more legally.
No no no...
The main point is I can drive a car,
which means I can take part in the 987FM Subaru WRX Challenge!
Ok lah, it's not as if I sure will win,
but no harm trying.
The annual competition is now on,
and contestants have still got their hands glued to the car.
This year's model is 2.5 litres leh!
Car quite good know.
But it's the 'ultimate endurance, with the ultimate prize', as they say.
Well, price, really.
Aching joints and feet and arm and the lack of sleep.
Just to win a car!
But it's definitely worth it.
See if next year I'm going to give it a try.
But I suck at these things, ugh.
Was in the bus 143 from Toa Payoh on the way to Jurong East to meet my boyfriend on Sunday when
I went past Ngee Ann City.
I could see the car, and many many people.
I wonder which lucky soul is going to win.
Last year, I think the last person standing lasted for 70 plus hours.
That's like, super long lah.

Damn.
It's only been one day and I'm already missing him.
We went through thick and thin together.
Recently his ex came back to ask him back.
That period of time was hard for me.
It's not like I've known him for years and years,
but we get along well.
You see, sometimes your other half have to be the opposite of you,
so the relationship will last.
I'm quite bad-tempered whereas he's good-tempered.
Or maybe he's much more matured than me so he doesn't bother to carry on fighting whenever we
fight.
He may be thinking something like, "I don't have that much time and energy to fight with you."
Or maybe he's just good-tempered.
But it's a good thing.
Like my ma says, whenever she hears the Monkey Next Door's mother scream at her husband,
"If your pa were to marry her, sure cannot last even two months!"
In this case, my ma is the good-tempered one and my pa the bad-tempered one.
Next door is opposite.
They fight a lot,
and she's loud.
War for them,
entertainment for me.
Hehehe.
Yah, you put two people with the same personality,
in the first place you might as well don't put them together.
Sigh...
I wish she hadn't came back.
Her coming back made my boyfriend stop and think about our relationship.
I don't want him to think about this.
There was one point when he even had to choose between me and her.
That was the hardest part,
like I was going to lost him any minute.
I don't want that feeling.
I just want us to be happy,
with no third party.
Being with him made me learn a lot.
How to love, how to deeply care for someone, how to be happy.
Nevermind he's not drop-dead-gorgeous-model-material,
after some time looks doesn't matter.
My friend says that too.
It's human nature,
at first we mind the looks,
but after some time when you get to know the person better,
what's really important is the inside.
And I love his inside.
He's honest and caring and generous and cute and funny...
Hehehe.
And he knows a lot of things, being 29 years old.
So if I have something I'm troubled with,
he'll tell me everything for at least half an hour.
His past experiences, advices, or even general knowledge...
My ma always say, "He has eaten more salt than you have eaten rice."
That's what he told me also.
That's what everyone tells me.
I love my baby.
We started off calling each other baby and we've never stopped since.
Err..
When he comes back and reads this he sure will say something.
I'm going to marry him.
=D

Last night went to meet my boyfriend one last time before he left for Australia.
He went this morning, took the 7.45am flight.
He messaged me at 4.19am, telling me to take care of myself and he'll be back soon.
This is the first time he's been so far and so long away from me.
No choice what, have to serve the country.
Somemore train in the jungle, no phone to call home.
He joked that the only time can call home is when something happens to him,
and it's not him who is calling.
So suay, his mouth.
All I can do is tell him to be careful, check for snakes before he poo poo.
We're always worrying about each other, we're more of like each other's parents.
Sigh...
Well, just hope time will pass faster and he'll be home soon and in my arms.

The Big Deal About VivoCity

Ahhh...
Just went to take a shit.

You know how the teachers have been drilling the fact into our little brains that Singapore's land is
limited since we were in primary school?
You know how Singapore has never, ever stopped its drilling and banging and construction work.
I sometimes wonder when the construction will ever stop.
Okay, since land is so limited,
why are there so many shopping centres in Singapore?
Does a country the size of a dot on the world map need so many shopping centres?
I find the idea of VivoCity stupid.
Why do we need such a big shopping centre,
when most of the shops there can be easily found in shopping centres along Orchard Road.
And the fact that VivoCity is located near Harborfront, way down in the south,
I wouldn't go that far just to go to a shopping centre.
Since I haven't been there yet,
I may go there just once,
just to see what's the big deal about.
The only times i go to Harborfront is when I need to go to Sentosa or Kusu Island or St. John's Island.
WHY IS IT SUCH A BIG DEAL?!!

The features of VivoCity are:
* Singapore's largest multiplex cinema
* A brand new concept hypermarket
* Department store
* Flagship lifestyle concept stores
* Over 1 million sq. ft. of retail, F&B and entertainment concepts
* Rooftop play pool, the area of 4 Olympic swimming pools
* 300m waterfront promenade
* Open-air amphitheatre
* Open-air courtyard on Level 2 featuring engaging and interactive water features
* Event spaces

Is it such a big deal?

Camera Whores. Yuck.

I dislike camera whores.
What's the big deal about their faces?

Going to Kusu island!

Turns out he's leaving on Monday.
It still sucks lah.
But I can see him one more time.
Turns out I'm probably going to fail my Principles of Marketing and Production Management exam.
Whatever.
Just wait for the results lor.
It takes damn long for them to grade and send the results by mail.
So now exams are over I'm once again wasting time on the PSP.
Not healthy hor?
I should probably go to the library and read.
But school starts next week.
Next term's modules are Business Statistics and Fundamentals of Information Technology.
Haha, is IT going to be easy?
Hmm.
Next week my two aunts are coming over from Malaysia.
They want to visit Kusu Island, the land of tortoises.
Think I've never been there before.
But tortoises are boring.
You don't go, "Hey John, hurry up and take the photo, I don't want the tortoise in the background to run
away."
But I've never been there before, so no harm checking it out.
I've got it all planned out.
We're going to take the bus 143 from Toa Payoh Interchange to Harbourfront and catch the ferry to Kusu
Island.
Yay, it'll be a blast.

well...

So now I'm trying to study for my Principles of Marketing and Production Management exam tomorrow.
The Business Law paper on Monday wasn't so bad.
We are not in the right to complain, lecturers give us study guides before exams,
most of the tips they give are spot on.
They want us to pass what.
We of course must pass also.
Give them so much money for fuck?

My baby just went to Yishun camp to hand in his army stuff to be flown to Australia,
and be briefed about stuff.
He may be going tomorrow or on Saturday.
Sucks right?
No boyfriend for 3 weeks.

Was on the bus a few days ago when I saw this ad on TV Mobile showing Robbie Williams'
new album.
I'm wondering which way his music road is turning.
I haven't heard his new song or new album,
but I'm starting to doubt him.
His music is getting... weird.
Ever since 'Rock DJ'.
I think it's crap.

I'm a big fan.
Maybe of his music a few years ago.
His new album is called Rudebox, by the way.
Got to check that out.

When I go to Malaysia in December maybe it will be out by then.
Psst. Those pirated ones.
Should I be posting this on my blog?
Ahem.
I didn't say I was going to buy.
But I want My Chemical Romance's new album, The Black Parade.
Their music rocks, their music videos rock even more.
PHWAH!

Lastly...
What to do when you meet a robber/rapist/sex maniac/flasher/crazy man:

1) Kick him in the balls.
2) Stab him in te eye.
3) Scream as loud as you can.
4) Get a bloody policeman.

Not so exciting day

So yesterday went to meet him to go army market to buy some stuff for him to go to
Australia.
He's leaving on Thursday, and it'll be 3 whole weeks until I see him again.
Wish he could pack me into one of his bags and bring me with him.
Anyway, after we bought his things,
we went to this deserted shopping centre called The Concourse.
I've never been there before, and inside so few people.
We had dinner there and went Bugis to watch movie.
We watched the Sinking of Japan.
Quite nice leh.

an exciting day

Phwah.
Yesterday was an eventful day.
Went to meet my friend in the morning to go to school to hand in the insurance forms.
He was at Toa Payoh stadium doing his army fitness test,
has to do it before he gets locked up in December.
He did everything well but didn't pass the sit and reach haha.
So we took the bus to school with his constant chattering in my ear.
I tell you, that man has buckets to say!
I gave an occasional nod and 'yah lor' and started a discussion too but most of the time
he was the one talking.
Then we walked from our school to Queensway Shopping Centre and ate laksa there.
The only time he didn't talk was when eating the laksa.
You all know I have this habit of burping,
so after finishing the laksa I burped.
And the laksa came up and went into my windpipe!
Having water up that tube is already horrible enough,
but laksa?!
I was choking and choking and hurried off to buy myself some coconut water with two
slices of coconut inside.
Cost me $1.
It's nice.

We talked a lot.
Relationships, money, soccer bookies, rich girls, his fitness test...
I don't mind his constant chatter lah,
but I find it funny that he can talk so much.
But his topics are not those crap and irrelavant stuff but the topics that matter and
are realistic.
You'll never get bored with him.

I then went home,
to be bombarded by my ma.
She handed me a letter and told me a lawyer sent us a letter.
Lawyer send letter very jialat on leh!
I read read read.
Eh?
Actually the address is addressed to the wrong person,
but to the correct address.
Last time my pa and his friend signed up for a Singtel phone plan.
Those cheap cheap plans whereby you can register one person's name and have two lines.
Then my pa's friend that time got cheated by his China mistress who took all his money
and he went a bit crazy.
Then that time he chatted with the mistress for very long until the phone bill very
expensive.
But then after that he went crazy and nobody want to pay the phone bill.
So Singtel is going to sue lor.
We are the ones who are mistakened, so we must make it clear right.
So I ended up calling the lawyer.
He said it's ok.
Singtel give them two addresses so they send two letters,
but the party who is responsible must pay Singtel within 7 days or they will
take LEGAL ACTION.
7 days already.
They refuse to pay.
Hahaha.

he's gonna die

Remember the case of Ah How killing the little girl?
The decision has been made,
looks like he'll be in hell soon.
President Nathan didn't accept all the signatures.
Poor thing lor, I did sign for him.

I'm still so sleepy.
Later have to meet my friend and go to school to hand in some school fees insurance thing.
Bad timing leh, they send the forms this week.
I this week no school lah.
Thinking about the upcoming exams next week gives me a headache.
Thinking about my baby leaving for Australia next week gives me a heartache.

prata-over-consumption.

Last night went to celebrate PY's birthday at Prata House at Upper Thomson.
Actually supposed to go for steamboat at Marina Bay,
then changed to Junction8,
then change to steamboat at Ang Mo Kio,
then changed to Prata House.
We're a bunch of indecisive people.
Last afternoon I already had two pieces of plain prata that my ma bought,
then at night I ate 3 more.
Ice cream prata, cheese prata and plain prata.
5 pratas in a day!
I'm going to die of prata-over-consumption.

I should start studying hor,
next week exams liao.

poor guy jumping the tracks and big news to dear old ma

I'm sure you've all heard of the case of the poor (I mean literally) man jumping the tracks
at Chinese Garden MRT station, if not, you really live under a rock.
As my friend remarked, you cannot die of hunger in Singapore, but you can die of poorness.
As in really go and plug yourself because you're so poor, you can't afford to pay your
water and electricity bills.
That's a real life example.
A sad story, really.
The family practically survived on instant noodles and porridge and vegetables.
But the death may be a blessing, but of cos the grief at first, to the family, the two sons and the widow.
They've received over 500K from people all over Singapore.
Spending the rest of their lives won't be a problem then.
I mean, they're rich.
It's a sad story lah, but get a little publicity, all the money comes rolling in.
Not I don't sympathise with them hor, but I'm stating the fact.

This afternoon I told my old ma I have a boyfriend.
She was like, 'Want to die arh?! Your studies more important! The money I give you is not
for free hor! What if you fail how?!' and yada yada.
As if I will let my studies interfere with other things.
Although I'm mentally unstable, I know what is my first priority.
Funnily enough, she then got interested, and want to know more about him.
So I gladly filled in the details.
Where he lives, all about his family, his job, his personality...
Of cos I added in all the pluses.
Like he's going to start a business soon, and he's honest and won't bully people..
Haha.
I even told her his age.
She was a bit shocked.
But I'm surprised she took it lightly.
I told her age is not the problem.
She told me it's not that she don't want to let me have a boyfriend, but I'm still young
and next time still got lots of time to look for boyfriend.
But she knows me lah, I want means I want.
And she was young before, she knows how I feel.
And I'm turning 18 next year.
Young adult already leh, I can decide my future on my own.
Deep down inside I know she believes in me, that I can make it on my own, without her.
And I think she's quite happy I have a boyfriend,
every mother does.

Soon I'm bringing him home.
And we can discuss wedding plans.
And I'll invite you to my wedding.
And Kitson wants to drive for me.
Haha.

PY's birthday!

Today is PY's birthday.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY PEIYING!!!
We've been friends for almost 3 years now.
Among the 5 of us, I think you are the more normal and sensible one.
Whereas the rest of us are all crazy, screws all drop on the floor for dunno how many times
already.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

right

I'm bored outta my head.
I spent more than 50 hours on a stupid game but I still can't beat the big boss at the end.

I wonder what happened to Rockson.
So long never blog already.
Crap about the gahmen so much.
Fucked by gahmen already lah.

Life's a bore these days.
I'm spending too little time studying,
and too much time on my bf's PSP.
I'm amazed by myself sometimes.
I actually spent more than 35 hours on a single RPG game!
That's like, a lot of time, man.
I'm now starting on another game,
the back of the cover promised me at least 50 hours of fun.
Riight.

Today school was boring as usual.
Had lessons until 4pm.
We like to spice up boring lessons,
by chatting non-stop of course!
It was so funny, man!
I mean our conversations.
But somehow our conversations would turn to sex,
then... *AWKWARD PAUSE*

Our lecturer damn dulan.
Classroom macam market like that.

Right.
Got to finish up the assignments which I haven't started on,
which is due next Monday and Tuesday.
And exams are around the corner.
The next term would be the last,
and the course is completed.
Two of my classmates don't plan to take up the Advanced course.
Reason?
They want to work.
But they have to understand leh,
this is a private institution diploma course.
Not take the cert already then go out can anyhow get a job.
For one, we cannot work for the gahmen.
Gahmen jobs are usually the ones which bring in the cash.
Like me, at least get an Advanced Dip, if lucky, still can get some job.
My friends are not poor leh,
they got money to study but dowan to study.
My friend says she dowan to use her parents money.
I also dowan!
But I no choice leh.
Use their money first, then next time slowly pay back.
Then I go for a higher degree.
For me, to get a doctrate ah, Ph.D,
Still need 11 years.
Grow white hair already lo!
But can be 'Dr' leh.
I must strive as high as I can.
YESSSS!

This is the last term of my Business Management course.
I thought it would be a breeze, just pass then can get diploma cert already.
But I've yet to go through this ordeal of passing Business Statistics.
I thought BS would be some stupid module that would require only a little of Math.
But this is what? The second unit only and I'm already having a headache.
What about the rest of the units?
Die lah!
I'm a sucker at Math.
A real big sucker.

The Monkey Next Door came over to play the other day.

Haven't been blogging for so long.
My life these days not very happening leh.
School is not happening also.
The only interesting thing is exam is coming soon.

These days it seems like I'm not always in school.
I've got my classmates to back me up.
Haha help me to sign the attendance of course.
Nono, I was in school today.
But halfway through, during break time,
a sudden wave of nausea hit me.
The guys didn't help it by talking about a video my friend watched,
about a girl digging into her throat to puke everything into a bowl,
then drank it back up.
And she even burped.
DOUBLE YUCKS.
I went home.
But not before throwing up at the bus stop first.
I walked around trying to prepare myself by looking for a suitable spot.
I found a longkang.
Then BLEAGH!!
Everything I ate this morning came up.
Then I took a cab home, for fear I would puke in the bus and make an ass of myself.
In the cab I spotted some NTUC plastic bags.
The cabbie must pick up late night partying people all the time haha.
I breathed a sigh of relieve.
But throughout the cab journey until now, at home,
I haven't puked at all.
I should have stayed in school.
And puked in my friend's face.

Life's a bore these days.
Going to school is a chore.
Waking up in the morning is a chore.

Watched Oprah in the evening.
In the past I never thought Oprah would be such an eye-opening show.
Today a dog came to the show.
Not just any dog, but a dog without both her front legs.
To move herself around, she had to learn to walk on her hind legs,
like a human.
She was born without her front legs,
and her current owners had saved her from being smothered by her mother
just after she was born.
I got a terrible shock when I first saw the dog, but afterwards I became even more sad.

A boy was also featured in the show.
When he was six, he witnessed his father killing his wife,
then afterwards, the father stabbed the boy six times in the face, neck, and stomach.
The amazing thing was, despite the severe wounds,
he managed to dial 911 and the police and paramedics were there just in time,
before his father went back to the room and found that he was still alive.
He said there were angels to guide him.
They carried him to the phone and told him to play dead, so that his father did not
kill him.

Another guy was featured in the show.
He has Tourette Syndrome, a sickness where the person does not have full control of his
muscles.
The man can't control the noises that he makes, and his face twitches.
I noticed a guy in my class who also has this syndrome, probably very mild.
He occasionally twitches his neck, and he blinks a lot.
Not normal blinking, but those blinks when you blink really hard.

The last one was Warren MacDonald.
His legs were crushed by a huge boulder when he went hiking in the mountains with his
friend.
He was trapped under the rock for 45 hours,
and eventually his legs had to be amputated.
I read about his story in a Readers' Digest issue a few years ago,
and I watched the show, 'I Shouldn't Be Alive' on Discovery Channel.
Although he has to use thouse false metal legs as replacement for his legs,
he still goes mountain climbing and hiking.
That's inspirational.

Almost during every episode of Oprah,
I have a reason to be inspired and emotional.

Not in school.
See no point in being in school.
Lousy mood.

Things happen,
I don't want to lose the friendship but...
my temper can get the most out of me sometimes.
I don't usually express myself a lot but my temper does.
It always manages to bring everything out from within.
You won't like it.

When having breakfast this morning,
my ma asked me how many fishballs there are in the fishball noodles,
when I tried to answer her,
I bit my tongue.
Not the side of the tongue, you know.
The tip arh!
Now it's just numb.
I think my sense of taste will go haywire today.
I think I can't taste anything leh.

Early in the morning someone is drilling something upstairs.
No consideration leh, these people.
Fuck, now he's banging away.
I'll plug into my ITunes with my old-fashioned-super-huge-ear-muffs-like headphones.
But the music quality is good, you know.
Someone should suggest to Apple to make these huge headphones to come with IPod.
Nirvana rocks okay.
SMELLS LIKE TEEN SPIRIT!

Actually however much we hate the Indian lecturer,
sometimes lessons are exciting too.
Yesterday another guy got into trouble with him,
he was being rude of course.
Not going to go into details cos I think you're probably bored by the things happening in
my class.

After class, walked to Queensway MRT with my classmates.
We talked about true love.
My friend does not see a problem with having a much older girlfriend/boyfriend.
Of course he knows that my boyfriend is 29.
I don't see it as a problem either.
True love conquers all.
Haha.
My that friend, he's seen a lot of things.
I'd say he's very experienced in a lot of aspects,
although being just 19.
He told me he has a friend who's also 19,
who has a boyfriend that's 50 years old.
PHWAH!
Can fight with her father already leh!
My other friend remarked that probably she goes for the money.
Yes he's quite well off, some company's GM.
My friend said that at first she was with him for the money.
But afterwards it became love.
But I told him maybe because after some time, being with him became a habit.
But my friend don't believe, say it's true love.
He said there was once the bf went overseas for business for a week,
the gf called my friend in the midddle of the night,
crying, and saying she miss him.
One week only.
I'll have to bear three weeks when he goes to Australia in November.

Somemore the parents don't object leh!
PHWAH!

Another thing,
I hate people who keep reapplying their make-up.
Be it male or female.
Yesterday on the way to school in the bus.
There was this super vain girl sitting in front of me.
Didn't look any older than me.
She was applying her lipstick over and over again.
And her whatever powder.
Apply until quite scary leh.
And she was staring at herself in the mirror half of the bus journey.
YUCKS.

My boyfriend so shy leh, don't dare to kiss me in public.
So I kiss him lor.
Haha.

Watched Oprah yesterday evening, so decided to write this blog.
Do you know that there are one school drop out every nine seconds?
That's a million drop outs every year.
And not all of them make to graduation day.
Cities like New York only have 50+% graduation.
And the school building conditions are horrible.
Peeling paint, leaking ceilings, broken toilets...
You'd think that such a rich country would have good facilities in schools,
but schools in Singapore have schools in better conditions.
So that's why...
you small children har, must study hard.
If not your parents will chuck you in some smelly and dirty school in America.

Then watched Stories of Love at night.
Nice show leh, every week got different stories about well... love.
Last night's was about a woman's friend who went to screw her boyfriend.
Then the friend got pregnant and the woman found out and chucked her boyfriend blah blah.
The boyfriend was played by Randall Tan.
Randall Tan cute leh!
He has two dogs... and a wife.

You know yesterday I didn't attend school hor,
that Indian bastard didn't bring the attendance list again!
Someone ought to shoot him.
Not the first time liao.
I think I'll shoot him myself.

My friends ask me to go KBox on Friday.
I think I'd rather play XBox.
Not my type leh, karaeok.
I think the boom box will probably explode when I start singing.
And my friend said he want to remember Zhang Guo Rong by singing his songs.
I can listen ahh... but cannot sing.
Phwah.

Okay lor.
Hady Mirza was crowned the second Singapore Idol last night.
Such a pity.
I thought Jon sounded and looked more like the Singapore Idol.
These two years both winners are Malay leh.
The whole Singapore don't even have one Chinese who is good enough meh?
You see the Top 12, Chinese more or Malay more?
I didn't root for Hady cos I thought he makes fame and popularity a big thing.
Like the biggest advantage is being in Orchard Road and everybody knows who he is.
Believe me, he said that before.
Whereas Jon more humble lah,
say coming this far has made him more confident and this is the thing he has has been
dreaming for so long.
Hady fans are going to shoot me.

By the way, after Sunday's 'non-vote' sms,
I didn't vote again last night.
Maybe my one vote really counts hor?
But so expensive leh.
Last time 50 cents, now 60 cents.
Everything must become more expensive these days hor?
Fuck lah,
stupid gahmen.

Not in school now.
Cos I have a stupid lecturer.
Blah lah, the Bollywood superstar.
When he teaches, we listen but don't bother to be enthusiastic and all that.
Then he dowan teach leh.
He just stand there and look at us.
At the end of the lesson,
we asked for the attendance list,
he just said, "I didn't bring it, you can sign it tomorrow."
WHAT THE FUCK?!
Where got this kind of lecturer?
Can forget to bring attendance list one meh?
I think he really broke a lecturer rule this time!
Someone must complain!
The school stresses how you must attend every lesson and sign your attendance at the end
of the day, but how can the lecturer forget to bring!
I wasted yesterday lah.
Business Law is interesting, but my lecturer sucks.

Last night watched Top Model.
Jade sucks right.
Poor Gina.
But she's weak lah.
Let this kind of little things take over her,
until she can't do anything right.
She like that hor, shouldn't join the competition.
But she's pretty leh.

I can't help it.
I have to put these photos of my neighbour's dog.
She's so cute!
Then again, why am I always posting pictures.

So I was at PY's house yesterday.
Talked about some issues.
Then at night we ordered Canadian Pizza, PY's grandma's suggestion.
Some pictures:


Her grandma's so cute.
I wish I have my grandma living with me, like PY and Huiling's.
Watched the finals of Singapore Idol while waiting for pizza.
I think Hady sang better, but I'm rooting for Jon.
But it doesn't matter who wins in the end, they're both good.
I wanted to vote, and I happily sent in an sms.
But after maybe half an hour,
Gurmit Singh said, "Singapore, this is the moment you've been waiting for,
THE LINES ARE OPENED."
I was like, "WHAT THE FUCK?!"
I voted before the lines are opened!
Dunno whether that stupid sms cost 60 cents not.

Damn suay last night.
Then after PY's house, on the way home in the bus,
I dropped my phone.
It was in the Singtel paper bag PY gave me to put the Bleach CDs that Ben returned me,
when the bus suddenly braked,
the paper bag fell to the floor,
and my phone flew out.
You know the SBS buses floors are like fucking sandpaper.
And somemore my phone slide on the floor for quite a long distance.
For the second time that night, I was like, "WHAT THE FUCK?!"
The people were like, "PHWAH! This dumb girl so suay, N70 drop on the floor leh!"
Everybody stared, but nobody helped to pick up my things.
Fucking typical Singaporeans.
My phone now got major scratches lah.
Fucking sandpaper bus floor.
Fucking Singaporeans.
Fucking Gurmit Singh.
Fuck lah.
KNNBCCB.

I just realised i like rap music, gangsta rap all that.
Snoop Dogg, 50 Cent.
I like Sean Paul too, but dunno what the hell he talking.
I'm going to download.

I like Fruit Tree Orange juice too.
So nice.
Better than Absolut fucking Vodka.

Was at East Coast Park with Huiling, Sock Hoon, and Fiona.
Ride bicycle lor.
Play at the beach lor.
They brought clothes, but I didn't.
Cos they didn't say anything about it.
They say it's common sense.
But sometimes people really have no common sense!
And I'm so sunburnt, my arms hurt.
Both my arms are burnt, and my face too, and my nose is red.
But my arms now have a glowing red-brown beautiful colour.
None of them are sunburnt.Why am I always the one.

Anyway, here are some pictures.

My sunburnt face. Haha.

Did you ever asked your lecturer how much he's paid to teach?
My lecturer earns $125/hr for Degree courses,
$85 for Advanced Diploma,
and $75 for Diploma.
To think I was working my butt off at the restaurant, earning a measly $5 per hour.
Blah.

You know, when I was a kid,
I secretly dreamed to be the President.
Such a... big role.
The leader of a country.
I thought it was very cool.
I dare not tell people my secret ambition.
I knew they would laugh.
So that's why I'm only telling you now.
Cos that stupid ambition is in the past.
Now I want to be Prime Minister.
He does more work.
Nah, kidding.

If I were to be a boy,
I'd want to be a fireman.
But turns out I'm a girl lah.
So being a fireman is my second secret ambition.
I always loved the big red truck.

My secret ambition now?
To conquer the world.

Just had lunch.
Downstairs fishball noodles (YUM!).
Somehow everybody knows me hor.
The auntie knows me.
Pwhah.
I had a sneezing fit this morning,
where mucus nonchalantly dribbled from my nostrils.
I like that funny feeling.
Don't be gross,
of course I didn't stick out my tongue and lick it all up.

Just remembered that we didn't watch the Family Guy movie at PY's house yesterday.
That's the reason we went to PY's house.

Yesterday that stall hor,
was at a kopitiam.
Funny to find such a stall in a kopitiam.
The stall itself got so many employees already.
And the kopitiam didn't have a lot of people.
But have a lot of birds.
Few people.
But many birds.
Sparrow, mynah, crows and pigeons.
Come and ask me the hokkien words for sparrow and mynah.
Haha I know them.
Give you a hint.
It ends with a "jiao".

And yesterday bought Lime magazine.
So early publish the October issue.
But maybe it's because of the Idol craze.
Of course it's the last two Idols, Jonathan and Hady.
I support Jonathan,
but if the final two was Hady and Jasmine,
I'd root for Hady.
Hady not bad lah.
Tough choice this time.
Malay or Chinese?
Chinese or Malay?
Indian?
No, don't have Indian.
And yes, this will be the final Singapore Idol.
No more season 3.
Pack your bags, everyone.

Guess what?
Halfway through Project Runway,
a flying cockroach happily zoomed into my living room last night.
It was FUCKING HUGE!
First reaction was to grab the sofa cushion and use it as a shield on top of my head,
second reaction was to dive for cover in my room, door slammed shut.
But to think about it, second reaction should probably be grabbing the insecticide and
spraying it at the darn creature for all it's worth.
I did that, third reaction actually, or maybe delayed reaction.
But the thing is, it flew to my kitchen and attached itself to the kitchen ceiling.
I held up the insecticide can and sprayed it like an air fresherner.
Dazed, and a little poison,
it fell and wriggled its hairy legs on the floor.
I then sprayed at it again.
Then it died.
Fourth reaction, I raised both my hands in triumph, with the insecticide in my right hand.
It's not easy leh.
Flying Cockroach VS Scurrying Cockroach.
You think which one easier to take down?
Must aim properly leh, if not you end up poisoning everyone in the house.
PHWAH!
One of my biggest achievements. (:

Just back from PY's house.
PY and I and Huiling went fot dao huay and Botak Jone's just now.
PY has got a new phone, the Nokia slide-up 3G phone which I think is quite fantastic too.
Oh, and Benjamin came by too.
This is the picture of the $17 burger set meal,
which the three of us shared.

And this picture, I like!

[All photos are courtesy of my Nokia 70 2.0 Megapixel camera. Teehee.]

At Huiling's house again.
Going to meet PY later for dao huay.
There's a contest she's going to join to win a Nokia N73.
Darn.
Now I've got my N70, got more good phones coming up.
School is
BOREDOM.
Was going to fall asleep halfway through class when I managed to get hold of the attendance booklet.
Quickly signed it and ran off.
Today's new module was PMPM.
Principles of Marketing and Production Management I think.
Lecturer is better than Business Law's.
At least he knows how to crack jokes, and has a sense of humour.
But 10 mins into the lesson he's already joking,
how fast is that?
But the module's boring lah.
Like everything else.

Oh no, school's getting boring again.
Some parts of Business Law is interesting but it makes me sleepy.
Mr. Blah really has a problem with my friend, Kitson.
He was teaching and caught Kitson chatting.
Then he purposely asked Kitson a question about something he was teaching just now.
Kitson gave him a blank look, then uttered some rubbish.
Just because of that Mr. Blah asked to speak with him outside the class.
PHWAH!
Made him lose face leh.

Right, so I managed to get my password.
I was right, I got a lecture from my pa.
He gave me a black face.
But he was immediately all-smiles when he talked to the Singnet operation officer on the phone.
When I first called the hotline,
I got a Chinese-sounding guy.
But when I told him my pa couldn't speak English,he immediately told me,
'I'll get you someone who speaks Mandarin.
He got me a Mandarin-speaking lady, she is Malaysian.
But anyway, I got my password.
I love blogging. (:
Blog blog blog blog blog blog blog!

With the computer fixed, there was another problem.
I had thrown away my Singnet password.
Sounds stupid right?
Yep, I managed to do that.
You know that part when you sign in to something,
it will have the 'remember me' thing?
I typed in my login ID and password and checked the box for that.
Then I didn't bother to write down the password somewhere.
Then all of a sudden, when I tried to connect to my Broadband,
the password wasn't there!
I tried to recall, but it was like trying to remember how it felt like when I popped out
my ma's virgina.
Then I realised the only thing that has my password on it was when Singnet sent me the
letter with the ID and password.
And damn, I had thrown it away.
And that's how I threw away my password.
That was how I ended up with no internet, and a broken computer.

I called Singnet and asked them for the password,
but they needed my pa to talk to them,
cos the bill's under his name.
But my pa comes home in the evening!
And the hotline closes at 6pm.
I tried to tell them that, they said,
'No, we need your father to speak to us.'
I'm like, 'Screw you, I need the goddamn password.'
They suggested I call him at work.
But I know him,
he'll be like, 'My work more important or your stupid password more important?'
Then all I can do is wait for him to get home,
kiao his kah on the table,
then sheepishly ask him to call Singnet for me,
but going through his lecture on keeping important things properly first.
I'll get it somehow.

Enough of that.
Today was the first day of Term 3.
Which means, new lecturer, new module.
Lecturer is by the name of Blah,
a 30-something fit-looking Indian man.
No sign of a belly.
He can be a Bollywood superstar.
Bollllywood.
Module is Business Law.
PHWAH!
Sounds exciting leh!
But wait til you see the book.
It's 3cm thick. (Yes, I measured)
Quite thick for a book leh.
For the rest of the 3 hours I didn't understand what he was saying.
Except for Subordinate Courts, and two more whatever courts.
I only know Courts, the sell electronics and furniture one.

Something exciting happened.
Mr. Blah took our attendance.
He called out my friend, Kitson's, name.
The classroom big, therefore when he look in one direction,
he cannot see the other end of the class.
He happened to not see where Kitson was sitting.
Then Kitson made a birdie noise, to catch Mr. Blah's attention.
Mr. Blah didn't like it.
Talked to him after he took everyone's attendance.
Something about, 'As friends, you can do that. But this is a class, you are the student,
and I'm the lecturer, we are of different positions.'
That kind of bullshit.
I only managed to catch his last sentence, 'No hard feelings.'
Cos Kitson was looking pissed.
But everything turned out okay.

I understood the last 'No hard feelings' part.
Cos this is a private institution, the kids are rich.
If they dulan one lecturer,
the kid complain to Daddy and Mommy,
then the lecturer die liao.
That's why lecturers are scared.
Cannot go overboard.
If they go overboard, their rice bowl also kena overboard.
This is the society nowadays, sad to say.

I no choice lah.
I'm no rich kid.
That's why have to guai guai listen to lecturer.
That's why parents brought me up to be the 'listen to teacher, or you DIE' kind of kid.
Lucky I'm this kind of kid, hor?
If not I'll be everyone's nightmare.
Yours, too.

Whees!
I fixed my computer!
But with a little help from my baby of course.
I thought he sounded a little annoyed on the phone.
I was interrupting his fish tank cleaning session.
His fish was getting increasingly irritated by that murky and smelly water.
But now I have no hamster cage to clean. :(

It feels good to have a good computer again. :)
Yesterday I was at the National Library with him in the afternoon.
Had lunch at Fish & Co.
I had fish and chips.
Given the price, the fish was big too.
I ate the fish and the side order sotong then couldn't get the fries down.

You know why they call it fish and chips?
I think it's because it's invented in England.
The English call fries, chips.
But in Singapore, we call them French Fries, like in America.

If fish and chips was invented in America,
we could be calling them fish and fries, aye?

Blah.
I love blogging. :)

So now I'm at Huiling's house once again.
Supposed to be studying, but...
I said the same thing the last time but I always end up managing to study last minute and get through it.
Haha.
I'm confident that I can do well for that paper I did on Monday cos,
well, the lecturer gave us hints that all came out.
As some people say, private diploma holders paid money to get their certs.
They close one eye mah,
as long as the lecturers don't directly tell us the questions that will come out for exams then he isn't breaking the school rule lor.
But this lecturer teaches for the money lah.
It's just a job to him.
Unlike Peggy Yeo.
She's like, devoted and compassionate and stuff, about teaching.
She makes sure that her students do well, so she'll feel proud of them when they get good results.
Now, that's what a call a good teacher.
Unlike some people who teaches the wall at the back.

I don't have a thing against him lah.
But...
Okay maybe I have something against him.

I feel this time round the Econs paper will be easier,
cos I pay attention and do my homework and Peggy is proud of me.
I'll only be a good student to a good teacher.
But it'll be my loss if I'm a bad student to a bad teacher, aye?
I study in the dark.
And get good grades no matter what.
Somehow I manage to pull it off in the end.
I know one day I won't be able to pull it off again.
The first one being my O Levels.
And landing in a private diploma institution.
Hahs.

Just had dinner at Fiona's house?
Wanna see some photos of our dinner?
No?
Don't care, I'm going to show you.

The sambal brinjour (err?) we had.

The scrabble we played just now.

Huiling's plate, so much food left!
Haha actually I chucked the celery from my soup to her soup,
and those are my tomatoes.

The sambal fish we had, which Fiona did not touch at all cos chilli might have killed her.

Dinner was so nice!

Cos I love chilli (haha Fiona).

So I'm at Fiona's house now.
Came here with Huiling for a game or two, of Scrabble and Monopoly.
I know I should be studying.
Huh?

Next week's the start of my exams.
I want to say who cares? But I have to care.
If fail have to take sub paper, if fail again have to remodule.
$300 plus $15 GST.
Take sub paper is $30 I think.
Stress leh, so much to study.
But I'm at Fiona's house with Huiling too.
Was going to plau Monopoly but can't find it.
I should be studying now right.

I'm bored so I've uploaded some photos.

This is a photo of my hamster when she was alive,

although it looks like she dead here.

This is a photo of my dying hamster.

She was struggling to stay alive the whole time,

it made me heart ache.

This is a photo of my cousins and I.

Note how we are all doing different things.

I'm the one in the green overalls.

I loved to wear overalls when I was a kid.

The toddler there is my sis.

She looked like a boy when she was a kid.

This is the celebration of my 3rd birthday.

It was held at my grandma's place, in Malaysia.

Those are my cousins.

I'm the short one right in front of the cake.

Do not fret, my lovelies who are loyal to my blog.
I will be blogging in books soon.

My computer spoil lah.
Anyone can help me?
When I connect to the internet immediately the computer reboots.
Nevermind lah.
Now I am at Tong Tong Chiang Huiling's house.
I'm supposed to be studying but who cares.
Next week's my exams.
Next term I'm studying Business Law!
And it's taught by an indian.
But who cares.

Anyway,
through all this time that I've been missing in action,
a lotta things happened.
Steve Irwin died,
my hamster died,
and I made a new doggie friend.

Haha.

Highly Recommended: Breaking Bemjamin's music damn shiok one.

So I was in my trance of studying.
Fully intensed, concentrated, undisturbed studying,
when the phone rang.
This is starting to sound like a horror flick but no,
it's just a surveyor.
I forgot what she was calling for.
She beat around the bush quite a while,
didn't ask if my parents were home cos it's really my parents that she wanted to survey.
Blah blah blah for quite some time before she asked me how old I was.
I'm 17 in case you don't know.
And female.
She couldn't tell that I was female.
What, now I'm starting to sound like a man?
And she yada yada yada and asked me when the parents are going to be home.
I anyhow told her 10pm.
See if she's going to call later.
But anyway the parents also don't like this kind of stuff.
They'll just go, "Nonono I dunno you. Bye bye."
Haha.
I hate telephone surveyors more than salesmen.
I won't hang up the phone cos I think that's rude.
But I can ignore the salesman if I want.
I think hanging up the phone is more rude than ignoring people.
At least the person has a chance to yell at you.
On the phone, the person must call back to yell at you and you can choose whether you
want to get yelled at, that is if you choose to pick up the call or not.
Anyway, you get my point.
See later at 10pm if she's going to call back.

Worked last night.
Last night not so bad I was busy most of the time.
When I wasn't busy I was either staring at the customers or at the froggies.
We sell fresh frogs you know.
I watched Jimmy clutch a dammed froggie to the sink,
in just a few seconds it's cooking in the claypot.
How fresh is that?
Even fresher than Peel Fresh.
Jimmy cut the gut and chopped the head and peeled the skin.
Any fresher, you'll have to peel it yourself.
Hahaha.
Poor things.
I stared into the tank, 20-something pair of sad eyes stared back at me.
It's as if they knew they were doomed.
I wanted to console them tell them it won't be a painful death (as if), but Xiao Kang
already laughed at me when I waved to them to see if they would wave back.
"Haha, Abbie ni zai kan ni de peng you mah?"
If I talked to the froggies the chefs might cook me in the claypot too.
Or they'll cook me in the congee pot.
Congee pot very big.
Xiao Hong wasn't there.
Funny, when I went home and told my ma about the froggies,
she asked me,
"Xiao Hong mei you zuo meh?"
Why would she ask me that arh.
I told her no.

Wah, now I no mood to study.
That damn woman made me lose my momentum.

He told me I'm starting to sound crude when I blog.
So urm, enough of crude language.

Just back from school.
Today had a new lecturer, Mrs Peggy Yeo for Principles of Economics.
Yesterday's Mr Kwan ( Mr Talk-to-Wall-Kwan ) for Principles of Business Management.
Today's Peggy Yeo ar, wasn't what I expected.
I expected her to be really old, or really young.
But she's the mother of a teenger, 30 plus or 40.
I tell you, compared to the other lecturers I've had, this one is good.
This one is trained to teach students, not walls, and not only she can teach,
she can INTERACT.
See, the key word here is INTERACT.
When you interact with your students,
then you can get your students to PARTICIPATE.
And if your students participate,
there'll be a higher chance of a high passing rate.
Of course I'm going to pass.
If don't pass, no diploma.
If no diploma, the parents will kick me out of the house.
If no house to live in, I will die.

Well, school don't suck that much anymore.

School is starting to suck.
It's not that school didn't suck before,
it's that now school sucks even more.
The new lecturer sucks.
He was trained to teach walls, not students.
All the time he was in class, he was talking to the wall at the back of the class.
I mean, he looked at the wall, as if the wall could listen to him and take notes.
I didn't listen in class,
me and my friends were STONED.
The new trend in class is stoning and I love it.
Being the good parents that they are they gave me money to get a private diploma,
so I study at home.
If don't pass the exam must pay money to take sub-paper.
If fail again must re-module.
Must pay money AGAIN, $300 plus $15 GST.
What the fuck is with GST.
Cuba or dunno what country don't need to pay tax one leh.
Education is free and so is health service.
If the doctors there can't heal you, they send you to another country to get you healed,
an all expenses paid trip, somemore can go on vacation.
That's what I call a welfare country.
Their gahmen care for their welfare.
In Singapore they don't give a fuck and let you die,
of course if you show them your bank account and make them happy,
they jet you somewhere and make a big fuss lah.
Thinking about this makes me angry.
Gahmen give you money,
then my parents happy happy buy a new set of sofas.
Gahmen make you happy already then taxi fare bus fare mrt fare all go up.
Give then must return is it?
Then I rather don't take.
Better don't go up anymore or I will emigrate.
To Cuba or somewhere.
Somemore give birth and abortion is free,
and divorces only cost $3.50.
The people there fuck like crazy.
Welfare.
Siaow.

And what is it with Lebanon and Israel.
They like to fight then fight online or something lah.
Throw one bomb over so many people die.
The people there no brain one leh.
Must bomb until nobody left, left the President, then they happy lah.
Because of one soldier then fight until like that.
Fight somemore the oil prices will go up.
I mean, one person die better then many people die right.
People really are like cows.
At least cows don't fight and throw bombs.
They just eat and sleep and shit and fuck.

Money money money.
Everything is about money.
Got work also headache,
don't work also headache,
work too much also headache.

I think I will emigrate to the countryside.
And buy a farm and milk cows.
I'm the President and the cows are my people.

So I just finished this book I started at the library yesterday.
Pwah I'm fast.
This book got me thinking a lot.
It's called Dairy Queen by Catherine Gilbert Murdock.
It's about a girl growing up in a family where her brothers play football and her dad used
to coach.
Then there's this football player who came to work at their cow farm and she became the
football trainer for this guy.
Then they sort of fell in love but none of them said anything,
cos she's from a farm, and the guy's rich and smart and handsome and with girls hanging
off his arms.
Things happened, she didn't tell him she was going to play football and the guy mistook
everything.
And the girl mistook the guy for being angry about something but mistook him for mistooking
about some other thing.
Then they stopped talking.
Then she went to play for her school's team and against the guy's team.
The girl's team beat them.
In the end they still talked but I dunno what became of their relationship afterwards.

This book really got me thinking a lot.
About friendship, love, how talking to your family is ver important, about football, about
cows (how we humans actually sometimes act like cows).

I'm starting on another book.
I'm going to go drink water.

I'm beginning to relive my love for reading.
Yesterday we stayed at the National Library the whole day.
Of course I couldn't read the whole day right.
I played the PSP sometimes also.

On the way of walking to the library we walked past an old trickshaw(thrickshaw?tricksaw? ok san lun che)
driver napping.
His legs were spread wide open and we saw that he wasn't wearing undies.
Cos we saw something hanging out from one pant leg.
I swear if there was water and soap something I would have scrubbed my eyes clean.
And if there was Dettol I would have gouged them out and rinse them with it.
This is a crime you know!
Old ah peks not wearing undies.
Ughh.

Just came back from the doctor's to get my weekly dose of yucky meds.
The old granny doc very pro,
she took a look at my tongue and told me my thorat dry and haven't been sleeping soundly.
Then she felt my wrist and told me all the things that are wrong with me.
Wah seh, she psychic leh.
I think she can be my grandma, she's so old.

Tell you ar,
the world's nastiest thing is chinese meds.
Ughh!

I'm going to drink water.
My throat dry.

Fuck man, my modem got problem.
IT's SO FRUSTRATING.

Yesterday we were at the library the whole afternoon.
I was studying for my Organisational Behaviours exam on Monday,
while he was happily reading his submarine comics.
Then we went to watch Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest at night.
IT WAS GOOD!
Although some say it's not as good as the first one.
Well, the first one was so long ago I've forgotten it.
The movie is packed with all the good stuff: adventure, humour, and 'horror'?
Maybe the disgusting-ness of Captain Davey Jones and his Flying Dutchman crew.
Almost made me want to puke.
They've got these barnacles, sea creatures growing on their bodies and faces.
I didn't like the one with the shark face.
Yuck.
The one with the hermit crab head was funny.
I think he's Cantonese leh.
When his head got cut off,
he muttered some words that sounded Cantonese,
and he kept saying 'Haiyah', when his body couldn't find its way to the head.
So funny, the 'Haiyah' thing.

The part when Elizabeth Swann kissed Jack Sparrow made me jealous of Keira Knightley.
She got to kiss Johnny Depp!

I reached home at about 12am.
Met Matthew and Christopher on the bus.
They asked me if Daryl was still being an ass in class and
I told them no, he's not in the same class as me.
I wonder how they know I study at MDIS.
I'm not very high-profiled.
I had to walk past the suicide site on the way home,
it's just beside the elavator.
The hair on the back of my neck stood on end.
I can't believe I have to walk past there everyday.
I wonder if he's there.
Well, yeah I believe in the supernatural.
Had so many experiences that I don't like to talk about.

Ma: "Girl, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
Me: "I want to be a pirate!"

Actually the man who jumped down yesterday was downstairs Bak Chor Mee stall's owner's relative.
Dunno why he jump also.
Pa has seen him drinking in the coffee shop before.

I find that I can deliver a nice rendition of Jason Mraz's 'Life is Wonderful'
Lalalalalalalala life is wonderful...
The song sounds daft.

Mmmm.
I'm eating instant jellyfish.

Oh well.
The man who jumped down was from Ang Mo Kio.
Wah, everyday I walk past there one leh.
My ma says the place stinks of blood.

Yay.
Gayle Nerva is out.
But I was expecting her to be in the Top 6 or something.
I guess not many people like her, then.

'Tis the season to be jolly.
FWALALALALA LALALALA!!

I love Christmas. x)

FUCK.
Now my com spoil.
I on the computer only got the wallpaper there leh.
No icons no nothing.
Lucky I thought of the Windows Task Manager thing.

So exciting leh.
I woke up dreaming that I was driving a car,
then came out from my room and ma was back from the market.
She told me someone from upstairs jumped off the building this morning.
She didn't see it but pa witnessed it.
Gonna ask him about it tonight.
I asked ma if it was a teenager, cos it's nearing the O Levels.
She shot me a dirty look and told me it was an adult.
Next month Hungry Ghost Festival already,
both August and September.
I hope he/she skips this year's and come back next year.
Maybe they need some ritual or probation,
need some time to settle some things then can come down to the world as Hungry Ghosts.

Then ma told me, feeling so noble,
that she had spent almost all her money she brought with her to the market.
Left only 2 bucks,
and she bought my favourite lor mee,
didn't have money for breakfast herself.
But she's now eating her yam kueh that she made yesterday lah.
Although she's a bit hao lian,
but nevertheless she's a good ma.
And I was suspecting she's having an affair with the TV repairman yesterday.

I kind of like the black with yellow thing.
I like lions.
RWAR.

Not going to study with friends afterall.
The girls couldn't make it,
which leaves me with 3 guys.
Err.

Was working last night.
It was hell.
So few people in Chinatown.
Even passers-by were few.
So if I want to jio customers also no customers to jio.
I just stood there and shooed the pigeons.

Gonna go study with my classmates later.
Study sounds like a word a used a long time ago.
We're studying at the Esplanade Library.
During weekdays very few people.
Somemore the ambience so nice.

I'm in a lousy mood.

Today is our 5th month together.
Can't believe it's already been so long, so many things happened too.
Last night we went to IMM to have dinner and walk around.
We were at Daiso, the $2 shop,
and I was looking at this chalk board/weekly schedule thingy,
when I heard him fart.
I said quite loudly, "Eh, ni fang pi arh?"
When I turned around, I saw him running away very quickly.
What made me laugh was the way he ran,
and when I said, "Eh, ni fang pi arh?",
a lot of shoppers had turned around to look at me,
only to find me talking to myself,
and they thought I was the one who farted and blamed it on someone else,
and was laughing like a psycho.
Hahaha.
That made me laugh a lot.

Xiao Hong once asked me,
If you love someone, would you travel a long distance just to see him?
I said yes.
Last night I travelled an hour and 30 minutes on bus to see him.
Haha.

The TV spoil.
Mother has gone downstairs to her friend's shop to watch TV.

I thought my thoughts of the band was long gone,
but py smsed me last night to ask me about it!
Yay.
Py's getting her friend in, I also got my classmate in.
We'll probably start next week,
after my exams.
Speaking of exams,
SIGH.

Next week's my exams.
Although we have this week off from school to study at home,
next week is still the week that I dread.
Although there're only two modules,
but imagine how much we have to study.
I know I can't compare my workload to a Poly student's workload,
but I was born lazy.
Whatever.
Come to think of it,
actually not a lot to study,
but a lot of practising and memorising.
I'll get through it.

There're some problems going on between me and Mr.Tan.
My bf lah.
But I don't want to publicise to the world my personal life,
so no more details.
But it's not a big problem,
it's just that i think too much.
I worry and worry and worry and get so emotional.
He always manages to convince me nothing bad's going to happen.
But after that I go through the same phase again.
Having someone to love is a good feeling,
and knowing that you're being loved is an even better feeling.(:

I just went through 3 and a half hours of intensive studying.
I haven't done that in a long, long, long, long time.
Or should I say nong, nong, nong, nong time.
That "Nong ago" guy from Singapore Idol.
I heard he made it big in New York.
By the way, I only support Mr.Jonathan Leong.
He's the runner-up of my list of hottest guys,
first one of course being Mr.Tan.
Anyway, I write my notes until my middle finger swollen,
the first time I started writing I rested the pencil/pen/marker/crayon on my middle finger,
and after nong, nong, nong, nong years of writing,
it's created a bump.
Now it's painful.
I can't raise my finger.

Listened to 98.7FM while studying and tada!
The Daniel Ong and Mr.Young collabo.
They tried to call themselves the Collabro.
Haha.
You put two lame people together, they become super-lame lah.
Heard from them that Mr.Einstein had six girlfriends, while he was married.
Probably all at the same time.
7 women leh.
How to handle.
And how was he able to attract so many females ah,
he's not exactly good looking.
Then Mr.Young said Mr.Einstein was the one who came up with the Big Bang theory.
If you don't get it, nevermind.

Today Kitson had a lot of phlegm in his throat, then he spit in his Horlicks paper cup and dared the 15 year old kid to drink it.
They bet on whether he's going to drink it.
$300 if he drinks it.
The phelgm accumulated and became half a cup.
Kitson wanted to pee in it and raise the bet to $1000.
Of cos the kid didn't drink it lah.
But quick cash hor?
Fear Factor leh.
Disgusting factor lor.

After that we chat about torture.
Torture people, torture animals.
Today's topic so sick.
Kitson was the one who came up with all the gruesome ideas.
I wonder is he's Hitler's descendant.

When he wakes the following afternoon,
he looks out of his window at the cafe across the street,
six floors below.
At the tables outside he sees Josie and Lee and Gary enjoying a quiet afternoon coffee.
He opens the window and shouts down at them.
'That's great!' he hollers. 'You all have a great time.
I'll be in here. Alone. On my day off.'
He says that the next time he is besieged by paparazzi
he wants to put speakers out of the windows and blast
Morrissey's 'Suedehead' at them over and over.
Why do you come here when you know it makes me sad?