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.