Pssht..

Damn. I think I've got the PMS. I keep having the mean-world syndrome. Not that the whole world out that is mean and evil kinda of mean-world syndrome. But that kind of everyone hates me, no one likes me outlook.

Keep thinking I'm forgotten, I'm hated, I'm disliked, I'm off, I'm out of frequency, I'm a loner, I'm weird..... SHUT UP!

Shit.

GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY.

Dammit dammit. Sucks! Be happy man.. Come on come on!

Where did my boing boing go..?

Boing boing where??

Random random random

1. I can't believe it! I was so gullible to let my mother talk me into a tuition deal for $25 an hour, sec 4 A maths and she made it sound so good, and I thought it was good! Thanks a lot mum.
"I managed to get a high price for you."
"So expensive, of course you have to go to the house."

BULLSHIT!

It's not $30 an hour or FORGET IT!

I'll be an ass to go all the way to Simei (either from Clementi or Ang Mo Kio) for just $25 an hour and so many days a week.

2. My nose is bleeding again. My goodness, auntie, it was just like back in Anderson when I was drinking blood in my sleep. The next thing I know, I'll be growing fangs and shunning light. Again.

3. I think I rock. I think I did a damn superb job with Flubber during SECC. But being a councillor once is enough. Pulling off 24 hours of hyperactivity is no mean feat. Hats off to Charmaine. How could she tahan man..

4. Received an sms from Ernnie on 12 June. It's one year already! So amazing. And so many of the X-men are in the main comm, with me and Shaojie as councillors.

Happy belated one year anniversary X-men!!!

5. We found a PK2 in Flubber, although he is at a higher level than PK himself.

6. Everyone said I was meant for Flubber. Hm.. Boing boing for a seh name. Ha. I'll stick with Flubber.

7. Learnt lots of stuff as an SECC councillor for SWOC.. Such as, it's good to have 3 councillors for each group because one can be lost in time, one can be lost in space, and the last one can still be around to bounce on the spot. Boing boing.

So many codes here. I wonder other than me, how many others will understand what I'm saying.

Have I forgotten how to love?

Wow. Just had a cup of coffee with Linda. Now real high on caffeine. Haha. Might as well write something while I'm still high and er.. uninhibited.

It was quite a sudden revelation really, more like an insight, or it could be that the Lord or my angels spoke to me. Throughout the vacation so far, I've been so occupied and busy, doing one thing after the other, that suddenly, I've forgotten what it is like to love someone.

Not just passionate love, but love for my family, love for my friends.. I realised I've lost track of what it was like to love and show that love to these people. It could be that I was busy and pre-occupied with lots of stuff, but I'll think that those are only excuses to make myself feel better. Coginitive dissonace, ya' know.

The truth is, I am being loved and I've gotten so used to it that I've forgotten to show them how much I love them back as well. I won't say that I take them for granted. Ask me now, and I'll still say that I'm very grateful for the love they shower on me.

But the gratefulness was just kept within me and not expressed. I'd forgotten to..

Then I asked myself, why? Why did I forget? It's not like I love these people any less.. Reasoning and reasoning.. I sort of guessed that it was more like because I loved them because I should, and not because I would. It's more of like these are the things I should do and I did them, and less of coming truly from the heart.

Oh my. I must have hurt them so..

I guess that's what happens when dy/dx=0 (the curve levels off). I become non-expressive of my love for others, and indulge in only the happiness of my own. I become selfish, conceited, self-centred..

I don't know if this is the first time it has happened, but I am going to make sure it's the last time it happens.

Sunday. That's when everything will change. The moment I step out of church, I will be ready and all set to love the people who love me. I will not forget how much they mean to me and I will not forget to let them them know. I will not take things for granted and do things only because I should.

Father, that is the expectation I carry to church this Sunday, and I will leave the church with this expectation fulfilled. With your blessings, Father, with your blessings.

Applications OPEN!

That's it! I've had it with singlehood! I want a man and I want him right now!

Please apply if you are:

Male
Single (and confirm no other girl is madly in love with you. Love triangles are awfully tiring)
Within the range of 1.70 to 1.77 metres tall
Handsome, or at least pleasing to MY eye
Preferably with a car or loads of money to fetch me around in cabs.

It's not difficult to be my boyfriend really. You only need to:

Love me like a goddess.
Be decisive when the time comes and not be overly eager to please me.
Be independent, and not overly possessive. I'm ok with small bouts of jealousy.
I love surprises! So if you can come up with small, little surprises with little things you've made, it's more than enough to make my dayS.
And be able to cook! Last night my dad was not convinced that I could find a husband who will do the cooking for me. You better prove him wrong.
And accept the fact that I might be able to spend a lot of time with you when term starts,
and that I may get 8 months pregnant periodically
and also that the baby is called Leow Jia'en, because your surname might not go well with the name
and also that if you're my boyfriend, you'll naturally be the kid's dad even though we haven't had sex
and also that the kid will either be a boy or girl depending on my mood

Eh.. No more facts for now. It's not many anyway. Hahaha.

I declare all applications OPEN!!

Email me if you're interested. *BIG SMILE

MKT 1003 - Making Friends

I was just thinking about making and being friends the other day. And I remembered in MKT 1003, on way of classifying products is by how consumers purchase them. Two and two makes five. How people make and be friends can be classified as well.

Some people treat friends like convenience products. They take whichever comes first, stands out or is just convenient. Friendship to them, is just a matter of well, convenience. When it comes to giving, they only give when it is not out of their way. When their plans remain unchanged, when the effort required is not significant.

Some people treat friends like shopping products. They take time to choose and select friends, making sure they do not make a wrong choice. Friendship to them is a commitment. They are willing to give and go out of their way for a friend, but they still draw a line when to stop giving.

And some people treat friends like specialty products. They are not afraid of giving at all. Nothing is out of the way for them. Friendship to them is a treasure. No effort is considered too great to keep the treasure.

I thought back to how I used to treat friends. And I realised that, I've been through all three kinds of making and being a friend. Before I moved to Rosyth, I treated friends like convenience products. Then I realised how transient friendships could be and how I should treasure my friends in this unfamiliar environment.

After I moved to Rosyth, all the way till around sec 2, I treated friends like specialty products. Then I got hurt by my so-called best friends one by one, or lost contact with them as we parted ways. That was when I learnt to treat friends like shopping products. After all, my loyalty to them does not mean that they hold our friendship as dear as me.

Whoa.. thinking back now. I've got five true friends whom I hold as specialty products. They cherish our friendship as much as me. They are willing to give anything as much as I do (it's not my personal opinion). And honestly man, they'll take a bullet for me as I will for them.

Haha. I am rich.

How do you make friends? How much of a friend are you yourself? How many "specialty products" do you have as you think back now?

Will you be able to say you are rich too?

After-drama syndrome AGAIN

将计就计. Damn nice show!

http://ent.sina.com.cn/v/m/f/jjjj/index.html

I serious can't get enough of it.. 30 episodes still not enough.. Now I'm heavy daydreaming..

Too bad no part 2..

A feeling of emptiness sets down heavy on my mind..

Back to Shanghai Bund

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I said I didn't want it to happen. Yet in the back of my mind, I wish it'll happen. Haiz. Women. We are complicated

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Looking at her painfully shaven legs, the girl smiled at what she could do for love. Yeah right. For infatuation.

She opened her wardrobe and chose a sundress with accompanying shoes, went to the kitchen, picked a basket and filled it with fruits, then randomly chose a ribbon and tied it on the handle of the basket.

Basking in her imaginary bliss, the girl jumped into her bed and went to sleep smiling.

The next morning, after breakfast and dressing up, she picked the fruit basket off the dining table and headed for the doctor's house.

Unusually cheerful, she inevitable caught the attention of everyone on the streets of her smelly toufu territory. But her head was too high in the clouds for her to notice.

Round the corner, she could hardly contain her joy as she raced up the stairs to the doctor's flat. Heart thumping (as usual), she pressed the doorbell.

The doctor, still in his sleeping robe, opened the door.

"Good morning! Do you remember me? I came to thank you for saving my life..." she gushed.

From the background, a sleepy voice spoke out.

"Who's at the door so early in the morning darling?"

The girl's heart skipped a beat, and she nearly fainted when she saw the owner of the voice behind the doctor.

"You are gay?!" She blurted.

One year in Sheares Hall

Studying for my psych stats module (basically all FM), I somehow started thinking about hall life. From where I came from to where I am now.

Hahaha. Things do get quite hilarious at times. How I initially got rejected, ended up on the waiting list, and hence ended up in block comm. Then there was the time when I incredulously heard that I was going to run for JCRC.

Whoa this one I want to say. My friend approached me and said, "Ay, heard you are running for JCRC." And I was like "I am?" It was one of those so-incredible-that-it's-funny kinda thing. And then I posted an entry on running for the VP post so that I could combine all five rooftops and get the block aunty to clean our rooms every weekend. But after smelling her mop, hehe, I change my mind.

And then I got into SWOC. Haha. I remember Ben Kee telling me "You shot yourself in the foot la" after the SWOC elections. Heh. Ben Kee, if you're so good, go out there and try it yourself la. Just be careful not to shoot yourself in the head. Bang! (phtt)

But hm.. How do you explain that originally you wanted to join something with your friends, then because of certain reasons, you are unable to, so you join another thing to make new friends? How do you explain that while still making sense? Hm.. My sense of sense and Lydia's sense of sense must be different.

Hm.. come to think of it. I'm very lucky that I got to join what I loved here in hall. I love photography. I got to join BOTH photog and hall pub. (I'm the photographer for hall pub). I was in council in secondary school and I pretty enjoyed it. I got to join the hall version of it through block comm and SWOC. I like to sprint in short distances and be really nimble. I got to join netball.

After this year, what next?

Haha. In case another round of it comes again, just for the record, I still have no intention of joining JCRC. My initial plan to expand Block A into KR needs a lot of funds, which I realised should be locked in one of those hall sinking funds that was used to sink Block B (which I figured is why Block B only has 7 storeys).

Or maybe I should try for Director of Finance so that I can create a hall fattening fund that can be used to fatten Block A so that we can expand into KR's carpark.

Wahahaha. I'm so full of nonsense. Which should be different from Lydia's havesense. But that makes sense, since nonsense should never be the same from havesense even if it's from the same people. OK SHUT UP LEHIA!

Bye!

Later that night, alone in the house, the girl began to plan her visit to the doctor's house. How would she go? At what time would he be home? What will she say when he opens the door? What will she wear?

She got up and walked over to her wardrobe. Should she wear a skirt? Long or short skirt? Light or dark colours? Haiyo! So troublesome.

She sat down, still indecisive, and hugged her knees. Hmm.. What should I wear? Amongst her thoughts, she began to realise.. Hey.. My leg hair is getting longer..

She searched around for the shaving cream and blade the girls shared, but couldn't find any. At the corner of her eye, a roll of double-sided tape caught her eye.

Picking up the circular object, she said aloud, "Should I..?"

In the stillness of the night, a shrill cry echoed throughout the streets.

Shanghai Bund still continuing

Days passed in the hospital with no sign of the police (thank goodness!) and the girl's wounds seemed to be healing too fast for her. Day after day, she looked forward to the doctor coming round to do his rounds, and could not help looking admiringly as he took care of the other patients.

Tried as she might, she could not stop her heart from beating too quickly and he was always puzzled how a person could have some abnormal heartbeat without having high blood pressure.

All good things must come to an end. The day of discharge finally came for the girl.

Standing at the checkout counter, with the nurse preparing her medication behind, she wondered how she could prolong her time with the doctor. Feign illness? Can't. Her cheeks are pink already. Suddenly faint? That's too risky. She won't be able to stop laughing.

How?? Suddenly, a lightbulb lighted above her. "Do doctors deliver medication?"

And her smile spread over her face as she paid her bill and conveniently left her painkillers and antibiotics behind.

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Back at her flat, fishing around in her bag for her keys, she wondered what sort of rampage she would discover behind the door. Did the other triads took chance of the empty flat to steal some gold? Did petty thieves found themselves lucky? Did.. "Oh what the heck. Just open the door woman."

Whoosh! The door flew open. A HUGE sigh of relief as she saw the flat as how she left it. Stepping into her room, she flung her bag onto the floor and sat on her bed. Memories of the pre-hospital stay slowly crept back.

She was abruptly shaken from her thoughts when she heard a knock on the door. "Is anyone in?? I'm here to deliver medicine!" SMILE! Is the doctor here???

She excitedly rushed to the door and threw it open (to a very surprised kid), only to be disappointed with the person standing at the door.

"Yes?"

"You forgot your medicine. I'm here to deliver it. Remember to follow the instructions on the packet and take your medicine regularly."

"Oh ok.. How come it's you? I thought it would be the doctor.."

"Oh the doctor that took care of you? He's busy. He sent me to deliver it to you."

(laughing really heard internally) "Er.. Is there anyway I can contact him? I er.. want to thank him."

"You can always find him at the hospital."

"Wouldn't he be busy?"

"Oh right. Or you can find him at his home. He lives just round the corner. He always welcomes people into his house."

"His home?? All the better!!!"

Shanghai Bund continues

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So funny. Whenever something big about me happens, no one dares to ask me about it. Ne'er mind. I'm enjoying it anyway.

I'm a multi-fac woman! I teach engine students math, quantum physics and relativity, help business students with their business modules and arts students with their arts modules!

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Left alone in the flat, the girl lies on her bed with the note in her hand. With a huge sigh, she crumbles up the note and sits up on the bed. The wounds from the previous day felt raw and her head began to spun.

She soon realised she was beginning to run dangerously low on blood sugar, and decided to drop downstairs (hopefully not by gravity) to get some food. Cooking was out of the question in the current state. And she never liked to crack eggs anyway.

Stumbling down the staircase proved easy enough, and the girl soon found herself out in the glaring sun. The bustle of street noise, the pungent smells emitting from the drains, the sun in her eyes, the bustle of street noise..


When her eyes finally flickered open, a strong smell of iodide gushed through her lungs. Clean sheets, white gown, a blanket and two dozen other women lying around her.

The first thoughts she had: "Oh shit. I am in the hospital."

Her second to some number impossible to count:

"Now I just need the police to come round and demand the reason I was nicely knocked out on the streets, and ask my identity and I'll have to tell them I'm a triad leader owning the three streets that sell smelly toufu and they'll ask who did it to me before whisking me off to the police station and someone will have to come and point a gun at the guard to get me out only to see the other two chiefs pointing their guns at my head for bao-tohing them."

"Whoa sian."

"What's so sian about life that made you say that?"

The girl spun around to see the man of the gentle voice only to feel her brain slowly rotate with great inertia thereafter. She still wasn't used to quick movements yet.

What she finally registered was a fine, handsome young man in a doctor's robe and a stethoscope stylishly slung over his neck.

"Boy am I glad he's not a gynae."

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p.s. Story continues when I get more inspiration. Heh. Wanted to make it dramatic like the previous entry, but just couldn't resist being me. Ha!

Old Shanghai Bund

Back in old Shanghai, where the triads ruled, and the police had little power, there was a group of girls who controlled a territory. Each of them, a small little area. And they all lived together in a flat.

For one of the friends, she took her old, rusty gun to meet two triad chiefs she supposedly had good relations with for a negotiation. There wasn't much talking before the first shot was fired. It was from one of the chiefs. She got hurt. As the gunfight ensued, she tried her best to defend herself as the chiefs rained bullets on her.

Badly wounded and bleeding profusely, she stumbled and fell as she made her way back. She was finally in the safety of their flat, barely conscious and still bleeding.

Her friend took one look at her and said, "Har.. So much blood.. Aiya, forget it la." And she left the room, leaving the girl to die.

Thoughts just filled her mind. At the brink of death, her friend whom she had gone to fight for had left her to die after learning that the fight was not successful. She felt angry. And she prayed. Her anger turned to upset. Then the girl finally realised that it was she herself who was naive. She should have known better.

The next morning, she found a note on her door from her friend.

It read:

Sorry I couldn't talk to you face to face. I wanted to, but I'll miss my train back home. Sorry I left you to die last night. It might sound like I'm giving myself excuses but there wasn't enough cotton wool and bandages and medicine. And our medical equipment back home aren't good enough. I don't want this to ruin our friendship. The territorial dispute is such a small thing anyway. I care for our friendship. That's all I have to say. Take care and get well soon!

The girl could not help but laugh after reading the note. "I care for our friendship." That sure was funny.

Writing in her diary a few days later, she wondered what reactions her friend would have if she read the diary. "Aiya, what you want me to do??", "Haiya. Don't know la!". She smiled again at how typical those reactions were of her friend.

As she recounted the whole story, she ended the entry with the line.

"I should have known better."

Haiz. I should have known better la. So amazed at how stupid I can be. Hahaha. 自讨苦吃. The mistake is all mine.

Must I go through this every reading week just to maintain my cap?

I sure hope not..

I WANT MY MCNUGGETS!

How hard is it for a pregnant woman to settle her craving?? DAMN HARD!

I had a HUGE craving for McNuggets during my PL2131 lecture yesterday. I wanted to eat nuggets and I wanted it right THEN.

But I thought it could be because I was hungry and my mouth had no taste so that's why I wanted something to chew on.

Never mind. After lecture, I got a lift from Charlene back to hall and went straight for dinner after changing. Stomach filled, went back to my room, and thought my craving was gone.

But NO, it stuck around, and intensified when Tan Ming Hui

Tan Ming Hui

asked me if I wanted to have supper. OF COURSE I WANT LA!! And I wanted McNuggets!! But NO, she didn't want to walk all the way to west coast with the huge buanged leg. And SO, we went to Uncle Vincent's to get her dinner.

Later Joy came up with a brilliant idea of asking the people in the lounge who were having supper if they wanted to have McDonald's. And what were they having for supper?? WHOLE CHICKEN! Of course they don't want McDonald's la!! Very brilliant idea..

I even messaged the SWOC, papaya, watermelon and Nuria. Hua wu que was the best. "I'm going to sleep already, it's either Uncle Vincent's or nothing."

!!!

Can you just indulge the pregnant woman for once????!!!!

And so, at 1 am in the morning, I SUPER buay tahan already.

I MUST HAVE MY MCNUGGETS NOW!!

And I set out for West Coast on my own. But no back bone.. I walked out about 20m past the bus stop, I made a U-turn and trudged back. The entire street was deserted, littered only with taxis who were irritatingly slowing down when they drove near me.

And it was quite lucky that I made a U-turn, cos on my way back.. There was a police car. The policemen inside did slow down and look at me.. I just quickly scurried back.

SO I STILL HAVEN'T GOT MY MCNUGGETS!!

Bleah.

Even Aunty also don't let me have my McNuggets..

The BIG 2!!

Bleah. I'm not bothering to blog within 3 minutes so that the entry will show 6 April 2007. Haha. TWO MINUTES left!! Never mind. 7 April also can.

This is one of the most special birthdays I've ever had. Last night, my dad was like telling my mother "my friend is coming later". But they did not come. Until midnight, they still didn't show up. All the while, I was sitting in my room in front of my darling laptop doing work.

And THEN, suddenly "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you.." I turned around, and to my surprise, SWOC WALKED THROUGH MY ROOM DOOR! except for Britney, cos he couldn't make it (duh).

I was so shocked la. I totally forgot to clap for my song until the last line. Hahaha.

I really didn't even dream that they'll come right into my house so that they can celebrate my birthday for me ON my birthday.. I thought they would celebrate it on Monday, when we have meeting la. I was just about to tell Ming Hui that I don't want to sing birthday song in the JCRC room.

And they gave me a total of THREE BIG presents!

1. The HUGE surprise when they walked right into my room at 12

midnight.

2. The $50 M1 gift voucher for my Nokia N73 Music Edition (fund).

3. And they helped my family take a 全家福 after... 15 years!

SWOC 07/08 rocks!

[pictures will be uploaded once I receive them]

SWOC 07/08!

And we went for a Korean dinner just now!! SUUUUUPER NICE! And the service was daaaamn good la. Very sensitive to what you need, very alert, and very professional!

We didn't order much. At least for me and my brother, cos I wasn't paying attention to what my mother was ordering. We ordered one Bibimbap, since it was so highly recommended, one bulgogi, and one pork belly (both for the bbq), mushrooms as a side for the bbq as well, then my mother added in a Korean pancake, but we didn't finish that one cos it was too big and we were too full, one seafood soup, and one Saba fish. Haha. Now suddenly it sounds like a lot.

BUT we totally didn't expect it when the waiter came with a GIGANTIC tray and filled our table with plates. TOTALLY no place for anything else. Haha. Reminded me of what I always said about Korean food. Out of 10 dishes, 8 dishes are the kimchi-like food. Those were just the dishes we didn't order.

Dessert comes unordered too! (There was a cinnamon ginseng drink as well)

Can you see the juice from the mushroom??

Now it suddenly dawned on me why their menu is so small..

Oh. And the towels! They came like that..

I thought they were mints. And I was just about to pop them into my mouth when my dad asked the waitress what those were. And she said.. "Towels."

!!!!

TOWELS?? I was just about to eat them man!

And then she added, "Just add water."

And so we did. SUUUUPER amazing la. The whole thing just expanded before our eyes.. We were so intrigued, we nearly stole our neighbour's towels.. Until my dad asked the waiter if he could give us two more..

Hahaha. Science experiement at home!

So cool right????!!!!

Why arh?

I don't understand some people.. Why must they always complain about all things possible? Why must they insist on not being happy? What's wrong with things now?

Project mates are lousy. Some people can't even find a group.. It was hell week for you. What about other people? Why do you complain? Those other people aren't. Actually.. It's not that you can't complain. But why don't you want to take it positively after speaking it out?

Slept at 6 in the morning. For one night. What about those who cannot sleep more than 4 hours no matter how they would like to? Too many hall activities, no time for school work. Unless you're Karen (Ang) arh, I think no one should ever complain about that.

Not enough money. What about those who can't go to school cos they have no money? Not feeling well. What about those who are never 100% healthy anyway? Angry with your friends. What about those with no friends?

It's never a full stop after "I've got a lot of things to do." It's always "I've got a lot of things to do, but I will pull it through."

What is wrong with things now? Life is about happiness and love. Why do you want to push it away? Is it because you like being angry? Why do you like being angry? And when you complain, are you asking others to be angry with you? Why do you want others to be angry with you? What is wrong with things now?

There is nothing wrong with having all these feelings. But must you really complain? Must you always complain when you speak? I complain too.. But after I complain that's it. I'll go back, and whatever I complained about, I still enjoy it in the end.

"So busy with SWOC!!" But hey, I'm still in love with SWOC. "Got block comm meeting later.. So tired.." But I stil maintain that Block C block comm is the best around. It's still not a sai kang comm. And it won't be. "Have to edit my photos.. Cannot sleep.. :(" But when it's done, it's done. I don't talk about how late I slept cos I had to edit my photos. Unless someone asked what I was doing so late last night sorta thing.

Life is more than you and your problems. Why don't you want to look positively at what you have with you?

I know people who have absolutely no free time. I did two little photoshopped projects for SWOC, and I dare say that I did it in my free (lazing around/procrastinating) time. The moment I said that, immediately I got the reply that "at least you have free time.." And there are people who can legitimately say that. But they don't complain incessantly.

God gives us fears and worries so that we will grow and learn the value of peace and joy. Why don't people want to see the silver lining, but insist of being occupied with the dark clouds only? What is wrong with things now?

Eh? No problem. Just telling you that when you read my blog, look but not see. Once you click away from my blog, forget everything you've read.

So don't need to discuss what you've read on my blog outside the blog yeah. I've got a tagboard for you. Just type type type and press enter.

Then forget about it after you click away!

Ok, Ben Kee??

See you in hall too!

Please read the warning sign ya?

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What the fuck! CRAMPS!!

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This is a GENTLE reminder to all my blog readers out there. Don't need to hide. You're so obviously there.

WHAT'S SAID ON MY BLOG STAYS ON MY BLOG.

You hear me??

E-llo, Ben Kee, I'm talking to you. :)

No thank you

Ming Hui sent me a message earlier in the morning. She asked me to ask Joyce to bring her clothes to hall, to just say that we are considering whether or not to go to dnd.

I found that the hardest message to send so far.

Today I withdrew $50. (When I told Ming Hui, her first reaction was "Then go for DND la." Silly. That's not my point.) $20 went for transport, $13.80 went for the lunch at NYDC with SWOC for Haojie's birthday.

I had arleady pretty much decided to not go for DND already. But still, before receiving that message, I was still ready for last minute changes.

When that message came, I felt a total mix of sadness, envy (I don't know), disheartened, down. They had clothes at home to go for DND.

They only have to pay $50 for DND..

They can just bring their clothes to hall.

I can't.

In sec 4, prom was a compuslsory thing. My mother was so excited for me. She spent $200++ on my gown, my shoes, and even handbag. I never wore them out again. I feel it such a waste for her.. And she never got back that $200++ from my dad.

I hated taking photos them. I went there, and came back without a single photo taken. They had a disco floor which I hated, and I really didn't enjoy myself. That was the worst $200++ I've ever spent.

But that's in the past. Now it's DND.

I know, am I am very clear that I only need to open my door now and say "Let's go for DND!" And a whole handful of my level girls will go immediately. But that will be the only purpose of me going.

I don't have clothes for DND.

I can't just bring it from home.

And I won't have fun there.

I'm so sorry Ming Hui.. That message from you really just totally took away my interest in going. Nothing to be shocked about.

I know that if I want to go, my mother will gladly give me the money to. But she'll never get it back. My dad won't give her. Then what will she have left for herself?

Joy exclaimed "What kind of family is this?!" when she heard that my mother cannot talk to my dad to increase my pocket money. Joy, I am offended. Please take it back. There are too many things you don't know to make that remark.

JC prom we had a choice. IT didn't take me three seconds to decide not to go.

Don't ask anymore.

Haha..

Sometimes, I am really amazed at how some people can repeatedly disappoint me again and again just because they "don't want to".

I suddenly feel stupid for giving so much. And angry for what they did. Then I wonder if it was because I didn't do enough.

I am just severely disappointed..

I am FREAKING bored!

Bleah. VERY bored.. Friday night stuck in hall FOR ERC! Minghui, family day you better 自动 a bit k.. Too tired to study, to awake to sleep. Hrmph. I'm so bored.. I even started taking photos of myself! ME taking photos of myself!!

I wonder how many people from Anderson and NJ will willingly pay money to get hold of these photos..

And I realise I can see Yuan Bin's window from my room!

Ta-dah!!

I want to eat Cold Cut Trio!

But I only have 25 cents in my wallet.. Sponsors.. Anyone?

YES I CAN!

I will not let her negativity affect me.
I will not let his negativity affect me.
I will not let their pessimism affect me.
No one's pessimism can.

I will be positive.
I will spread my positivity around me.
I will achieve my dreams.
I will exceed my goals.
I will do more than what the best of my ability can.
I will excel in everything I do.
I will do all these and more.
YES I CAN!

oh.

I went with Lihao to church today. And I finally figured out why he's attitude is so bad at home, even though he attends church twice a week.

And my mummy bought me a bag! Two actually. One last week, when she passed by a shop and saw that it was on sale, then bought one for her, my brother and me! Hehe..

Then I asked her if can put laptop or not, she say that bag (above) not for putting heavy things one. I want to put laptop can, but must support the base. Then I was like "Orh."

I did pretty much think that that was the end of it.. Then she started asking me if I liked the bag, if I liked Lihao's kind of bag, that they sold that sort of bag in other colours in the shop etc etc. THEN I started getting her drift.

Haha. Today after service, I met her at Novena Square to look at the bag she was talking about. And we got this one!

I don't deny that I did want that bag. It's nice, it's stylish, it's pretty, and I can think of a lot of uses for it. My mother liked the other one, and kept telling me, "What ok? It's nice!" Haha. Ok. Yes mum, it's nice.

But wanting it was one thing, spending another seventy bucks for a bag was another thing. I did hesitate like "Really arh? Seventy dollars leh.." With pastor Prince's message about gifts, a person's value, and not deserving it at the back of my mind. (Pastor Prince's message is that we are undeserving, that's why what God gives us is a gift. There's no such thing as "Aiyo.. don't waste money on whoever la.." Because nobody's value can be determined by MONEY.)

But my wonderful mother (and she really did that) thought of an excuse to buy the bag for me, "Ah, I can buy for you for.. Chinese New Year!" I reminded her of the ang bao she gave us already, she didn't give previously. She said "That one different. That one is 压岁钱. This one is a present."

Hahaha. I love my mum. Because she has given me a gift. And not because I'm undeserving. But because I am her daughter. And she loves me so.

p.s. Come to think of it, I'll still love her whether or not she bought me those two bags. She's my mother wat. Heh. I LOVE YOU MUMMY!!

A level results today!

NJPS presidents rock! Honestly.. How do you get three presidents in a row with at least 6 distinctions for A levels??

Liu Lei (the president before me), 7 distinctions
Me, 6 distinctions

Shermin (my protege), 7 distinctions, top arts student

Oh darn. I suddenly look one distinction short. BUT NEVER MIND. I'm still proud of my results! I'm proud that I belong to such a talented line of leaders.

Whoa haha. NJPS presidents now need qualifying criteria. At least 6 distinctions to qualify. Too bad we'll only know after they step down..

from dust to dust..

Today was the last day of the funeral. Lao ma was to be cremated at Mandai. Until today, I did not dare look at her body. But when 大姨姨 pulled me to the coffin and told me “去看lao ma 最后一面”, I just went along.

Standing next to her, looking down at her peaceful face, I just started crying. 大姨姨 stood behind us and said to lao ma in teochew “阿丽霞立豪来看你了。他们两个长大了。阿丽霞读大学了，立豪读高中了。阿嘛，你不用担心他们。你可以放心走。”

And a whole bunch of her great-grandchildren, 大姨姨 and 小姨姨 just stood around the coffin. The younger ones just stood there cos everyone else was. The older ones stood there, and mourned the loss of a very dearly loved one.

Lao gu could not even watch the coffin being covered. After looking at his mother for a good while, he went to the playground nearby and just squatted there crying. A grown man with grandchildren well into secondary school, crying so hard for the loss of his aged mother..

Lao ma has lost a lot of weight. Her thin frame lying in the coffin is a testimony of how age had taken its toll on her during this last few years. She could no longer count, she couldn't walk, and she didn't recognise people.

But everyone of her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren never abandoned her. During Chinese New Year, when they visit, they'll walk right up to her and speak loudly in her ear, "Ah ma, xiao mei lai liao." or "Ah ma, wo si ah liang, wo lai toi li." And she'll give a little smile or an acknowledging nod, maybe reply a phrase or two.

Throughout the service at the crematorium, there were controlled sobs, sniffles and gasps. But when the service ended, and we proceeded to place a chrysanthemum and the pieces of cloths that we pinned on our right sleeve, 小姨姨 and 四姨姨 broke down again, and stood at the coffin, refusing to give up that one last look.

Then 大姨姨 broke down too, and the whole family gathered around lao ma, hanging on that one last look for as long as possible.

When the coffin was moved out of the service hall, we were brought to the viewing hall. Where lao ma's coffin was wheeled across the room below to be cremated. When the coffin went by, the full realization of losing my great grandmother hit me full blast. That I could no longer see her again, that her physical form would be reduced to dust.

That she will no longer sit around in the living room. That I will no longer be able to call lao ma for her to hear. That she has truly left us to be with God for good.

It was the worst experience ever in the viewing gallery. 四姨姨 was calling "ah ma!" repeatedly after her. "Ah ma! Kia hor!" 大姨姨 shouted to her that we all loved her forever. 三姨姨 lost control as the coffin was about to enter the next chamber, and shouted "ah ma!" after her. My mother was managing her sobs and just kept telling lao ma "ah ma, 珍重! ah ma, 珍重!"

I couldn't even speak. The tears kept flowing, the gasps unmanageable, the watery mucus uncontrollable.. Lao ma was really leaving us for good..

When we were ushered out of the viewing gallery to the waiting area, 四姨姨 and 小姨姨 and lao gu held on to lao ma's portrait and kept crying.

Later on, my mother made a statement I could only agree with. "Which grandmother has all her grandchildren loving her so much?"

Lao ma, (in teochew) 阿丽霞的潮州不好。不会什么讲。。今天你走了，但是我们一直会想你。你每次叫丽霞要好好读书，我会听你的。我会读书读好好。我也会看住立豪，好好教他做一个有出息的人。lao ma 以前很疼立豪，现在立豪长大了一定会做好人来的。。Lao ma 你真的安心去吧。从上面看着我们，等有一天我们一定上去陪你团聚。到那时候，阿丽霞一直都在想你。。

Last night, my great grandmother left us to be with God. She went peacefully in her sleep. No pain, no anguish.

When I received the message from my mother last night, I was quite taken aback. But I did not really come to grasp with the fact of losing a relative.

Earlier tonight, I went for the wake. I did not look at her. And my memory of her (obviously) won't fade because of that. How my lao ma looks, I will never forget.

I remember when I was young, I was taken care of by my lao kim. My mother called her ah kim. Haha. But I was too young at that time and did not know how to pronounce. And I ended up calling her ah mm. Lao ma wasn't a problem though.

I remember that ah mm will be my translator, and help me translate chinese words to teochew so that I could tell my lao ma. Or just tell her directly what I was trying to say. Haha. Very possibly, back then, my teochew was ten times stronger than it is now.

Lao ma is one hell of a strong woman. She was still doing housework at the age of eighty-five, eighty-six? Many times a day, she'll go down to the void deck, take a walk, chat with the other people there.

Then she suffered a stroke, and age seriously caught up on her. She became wheelchair-bound, didn't recognise people, couldn't count and was really frail.

There was once I remembered, though, warded in Alexandra Hospital after a fall, she started asking for me, and thought that one of her grandsons was my brother. When we went to visit her, however, she couldn't recognise us. Possibly cos she hadn't seen us for too long. We've grown too much to be the Lixia and Lihao she used to watch over.

Looking at the red eyes of my aunts and mother, I couldn't help but feel the urge to cry as well.

可是，要哭却哭不出。 要笑也不敢大笑。。

Everyone was trying to uplift the mood, and not show their grief, yet unwittingly being betrayed by their eyes..

She was a much larger part of their lives than mine, far more amazing to them than me. She was the one who brought them to the market, leading them across those huge drains that lay over the canals, did what she should, and guided them into becoming the people they are today.

An amazing woman that left us. She left with a peace that could only be because God called her to His side.

I just pray that God would grant peace too to the people she has left behind. To the people who love her so.

Chinese New Year 2007!

It's the year of the pig! Oink oink. Haha. Damn shiok. This year ang baos bumper harvest. That means.. I can get by without giving tuition! And just rely on two meals a day. Mwahahaha!!

祝大家猪年一帆风顺，事事顺利！

And better still, it more than made up for the excess money I spent on New Year clothes. I totally have no idea how I bought so many clothes this year, considering previous years finding ONE was a challenge itself already..

Pretty or not?

Shopping for clothes with my brother is fun. He'll choose clothes that I like, and decision to buy or leave is made within 3 seconds. Ha!

My brother kept asking me to wear that pink top since 除夕, which I finally did on the second day, cos he said it was a killer. Haha. Should have posed with a dao face instead hor?

We went to Bottle Tree Village on 除夕for reunion dinner. Oh. Haha. Realised I just forgot to take photos of the Bottle Tree in front. (I keep having the tendency to spell it as Bottled Tree)

And I got bitten by a spider! Darn.

Look how big the bite was!

I came to realise something.. As we grow older, the fun things to do get lesser. We used to be able to play anything and everything when we were kids. Now, we get SO TOTALLY bored, we are actually excited by Newton's Cradle!

Bored cousins playing with a man's cradle..

Oh. And we had five minutes of fun with Bridge before the adults came by and took over the table.

Hahaha. There was such a severe lack of entertainment that on the night of the second day, two of the families even bought chess sets to pass the time! It's like we have to make sure entertainment will be there instead of letting entertainment come when it should, which used to be the case when we were kids.

And we went to Uncle Matthew's on the third day! He proudly announced that it shall be a tradition we all go to his house on the third day, until someone remarked that it is only provided every 初三 is a public holiday.

Grace has really pretty dimples.. I want dimples too! She somehow reminds me of Mei Ting. I don't know why. But I think she is prettier and funnier to watch when she thought she got her way but didn't. (Those boo-boo moments if you get me)

A prayer for him

Argh. Tong Hai is sick.. Bleah.

Dear Lord,

As I close my eyes in prayer tonight, I ask for nothing but the well-being of Tong Hai. I pray that no bad will happen. That his fever will stop only at a fever. That no complications will arise. That You will watch over him, and lay Your protective hand over him.

Father, as he rests his body in this two days, I pray that he will be able to recover fully, and when he steps into the office again, he will be rejuvenated, and in the pinkest of health.

Father, I pray that nothing will happen to him.

Amen.


I wonder (for the upteeth time) about the possibilities of me and him getting together..

Festive season

Valentine's Day is coming. Haiz.

So is Chinese New Year. Yay.

Simply because I am me

You know how it is when there are things that people want you to do no matter what.. Like partly cos they need to get things done, and partly cos it's you. Sometimes, it sucks.

Boing boing p-phhhhhhtt.

What it takes to be me.

When the time comes..

Those around me know, and they know damn well that if they were ever to fall, I would rush up to catch them. And no matter if I'm the first or not, I'll make sure that they'll never touch the floor.

What if it's me? When I fall, will anyone catch me? Will they rush up, or it's just a convenient gesture? Will I touch the floor?

Haha. What kept superman going all these years??

Heh

I changed my mind. On second thoughts, having a Nokia N73 Music Edition for a birthday present might still be a good idea after all! I just have to remember to upgrade the phone. Any takers??

imagination

There was a period of time when there was this mad woman who kept calling my house and harrassing my mother (that story for another day). Whoa. Damn irritating. She's the kind who can send 22 messages in 5 minutes (her phone must be damn power) all containing the same messages, accusing my mother and sounding like she's in deep shit cos of my mother.

So basically, she kept calling, asking for my mother, until there was a point in time when my mother's blood pressure shot so high she was having giddy spells. She eventually stopped, cos I always picked up the phone and made myself a total irritant, pretend-to-know-it-all-so-i-can-lecture-you kinda bitch in front of her and she got totally frustrated.

Haha. I'm in need of some entertainment lately.

And I was just imagining a day when she'll actually go right up to my house with a TV crew behind her, knocking on the door relentlessly calling for my mother to come out and face her. But to her ignorance, both my parents are out, and there left only my brother and me.

Ha! Entertainment.

Hearing the loud and repeated knocks, with my mother being called non-stop, I went to take a look through the peephole of the front door, and found the mad woman shooting her mouth off. Delighted, I quickly went to change into something more presentable (including wearing a bra) and went to comb my hair. Told my brother the situation and my brilliant plan. Then I waited for a whole minute or two more, before opening the door.

"Where's your mother?! Ask her to come out and face me!"

"Haiyo.. Knock and knock so loudly. The neighbours will think you're a mad woman. Wait a while la. I needed to change and comb my hair wat. Must look presentable for the camera ma."

Then looking at the camera behind her, "Hor?"

"I don't want to waste my time on you. Where's your mother?!"

"She's not in lor. Why do you want to look for her?"

"Jie, who's that?" My brother walks lazily out of the room

"Haha. Your good friend la. That one send you twenty plus messages to say good morning one."

"Oh. Her arh. Whoa. Got camera some more. Hi Mum! Hi Dad!"

"Hahaha. Oh yeah. I forgot to say hi. Hi Mum! Hi Dad!!!"

"Hai sian. I never style my hair. I go and watch TV liao." And he plops down on the arm chair in the living room and starts watching Kids Central.

"Tell your mother to come out!"

"Tell you already. She's not in. I didn't bluff you. If she doesn't want to come out, I'll tell you straight in the face also. But too bad, she's not in. I also want to tell you 'You're not worth her time.' But sad la, I can't tell you." And I just shrug non-chalantly.

"You..!"

"Arh.. wait wait wait. This is our house. Private property. Careful your feet. Don't trespass lei. Kanna sued for this kind of oversight very ridiculous. Oh. And watch the slippers too. They're our property as well.

It'll just be stupid to get yourself in the news for trespassing a five-room HDB flat. Hahaha. It sounds so silly just thinking of it."

"You don't know anything. I want to see your mother!!"

"Eh.. you want her photo?"

"Ask her to come out and see me!!"

"She's not in! I told you already. The last time you called our house thirty-odd times a day, I also didn't lie to you. If she didn't want to talk to you, I told you, she would not talk to you. If she wasn't in, I told you she wasn't in. I won't lie one la.

But you were quite dumb also. Call in the afternoon 2 pm? You think my mother no need to work meh? I don't know about you la.. But you can make so many phone calls in the afternoon, and send so many smses when people are working.. You got no job har?"

"That's none of your..."

"Ay jie! Spongebob Square pants!"

"I want to watch! I love brainless shows!"

And I join my brother in front of the TV set. The woman edges in to steal a glance and gets increasingly frustrated.

"Ooh! Watch it! You're about to step across the threshold! Oh camera man, can you take more footage of our trophy cupboard? It's nothing much.. But it's still our pride? Right brother?"

"Haha. Those old cups!"

Mad woman storms off in anger, unable to find my mother, unable to get what she wants, what she wrongfully thought she deserved.

My brother and I give each other a triumphant high-five!

Shit Talk

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Hm. I'm changing my mind. I don't want the N73 Music Edition for my birthday liao. Just a 2GB memory card and some genius who will change the camera on my 6280 to 3.2 Megapixel one.

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I look forward to excreting my bowel-ful of shit.

Chock full of shit!

I love it when I have a massive outward migration of crap, and the feeling of all my abdomen muscles being released from the tension of storing the shit.

The worst scenario (as we discussed after dinner one night during rag dance practice) is when you're 90% done, and you asshole closes up. Shit! That little bit away from euphoria.

Usually, when I don't shit after a period of time, my stomach will have an onslaught of a huge, rumbling pain. And when it's all released in the privacy of a cubicle, hail stones will rain down, which gradually tames down to snow, then sleet until it's no more than a thin trail of slush.

And after that, peace! Peace for our time! Tropical islands, windy days, coconut trees and fruit cocktail. Whoa shiok!

I sooooooooo look forward to that day.

And please remind me to check for toilet paper.

The best things in the world

The best dish in the world is my mother's xiao bai cai. The best place in the world is home. The best friends in the world are my papaya and watermelon, Tong Hai, and my power of three. The best love in the world is what my mother's love is for me. The best song in the world is the "Amazing Grace" that my dad used to sing me to sleep when I was a kid. The best gift in the world is the Bible that my mother bought for me in sec 2.

The best thing I can do to give them back is to study hard and be happy.

I need answers!

I am suddenly brought back to the time when I remember a senior saying something about the point system in hall. She said that some people don't deserve it, and another senior agreed with her that some people really don't deserve it.

Now, I find myself in this situation. Somebody is getting what he doesn't deserve. AT ALL.

Damn! I need answers!

Just another Sunday afternoon

I was watching VCDs at home just this afternoon. Lady Fan. Haha. Can't seem to get enough of it. Disc 1 to 20 straight and I'm still thinking of it.

Then my mother came in. She had to go out. And I told her I was going back to hall late afternoon. And she came in. And she hugged me. Very tightly. All the while saying, "Aiyo, my dear daughter.. Don't know when can see you again. Must bao bao you more often."

I tell you. This feeling sucks. It sucks big time. I hate it.

There in my mother's arms, I didn't want to go back to hall either. I can just feel all her 不舍得 in that hug. Fuck! My own mother! And I can't spend enough time with her!

Someone just tell me this is all worth it..

The story of a little lily

There once was a lily. Young, brash, impulsive, and said what she felt, seldom holding back her words. When this lily was still a seed in the pod, she had dreams of settling in a garden, then growing and blooming into a beautiful flower.

When she finally burst out of her pod, the little seedling went around asking which garden was the best. And finally, she decided that Evergreen Garden was to be her home. It had everything good for her. It was nearby, the flowers were strong, and the garden on the whole looked pretty decent. She liked that place, and could imagine herself flying in the wind to her nearby would-be home.

The excitement was just too great to contain. The proximity was such a great draw that she felt she could just touch the garden fence already.

Then, some things changed, and she was swallowed by a bird. Together with some other seeds, the bird carried her in its stomach and flew and flew. It flew across a beautiful garden called Serene Home. This garden was one of the newest gardens, and boasted wonderful facilities, complete with a fence activated only by an electronic card system.

The little lily seed loved the whole ride to Serene Home, especially the seeds together with it in the bird's stomach. She had so much fun, she almost completely forgot about her old friends from the lily pod! And after the ride, the little lily seed knew that Serene Home was to be actual her home where she will sprout and bloom.

Together with the other seeds, she was passed out of the bird and fell towards Serene Home. The seeds were all scattered into the different plots. But the lily seed did not. She fell on hard, concrete floor. Not because she didn't manage to fall on the soft earth, but she was pushed onto the concrete by a Jalepeno.

The Jalepeno did not like the lily. Because the lily once liked Evergreen Garden, and felt that the garden was all too wonderful because the distance from it was so short. That angered the Jalepeno. But the lily felt that the Jalepeno was being petty, and was really indignant about ending up on concrete.

It began rambling to itself, and daydreaming aloud how she can teach the Jalepeno how not to be petty. But never did she expect that the other plants were listening too!

The Jalepeno got angered even further as it got to hear what the lily was talking. Unable to contain its resentment, the Jalepeno woke the lily up from late at night and had a good talk with her. The lily couldn't retort much of an answer either. She should have known better.

At the same time, unknown to the little lily, there were many plants in the garden helping the lily out. They talked to the Jalepeno, trying to persuade it to allow the lily to grow in the garden. The Jalepeno probably was already slightly persuaded to allow the young and ignorant lily to stay, but the two flowers that most likely sealed the deal was possibly the Eucalyptus and the Dandelion.

On the final night, before the lily could not wait any longer, the Eucalyptus and Dandelion had a long talk with the Jalepeno, and eventually persuaded the Jalepeno to let the lily germinate in the garden.

The lily was really really grateful to all the other flowers who helped her.. Those that she knew, and those that she didn't. Sometimes, when she taught about it, tears of gratitude just fill her eyes unwittingly. Although initially furious at the Jalepeno for making a mountain out of a molehill, the lily soon began to realise the best way to return what the other flowers did for her was to show them their decision was the correct one.

And so, she didn't just made sure she germinated, sprout and grew well, she helped made sure the flowers around her were growing happily in the flower bed. She contributed what she should, gave what she would, to do what little she could for the flower bed and the garden.

Perhaps, earlier on, the lily would live happily in spite of the Jalepeno. But someone has to end this nonsense, and the lily decided that it should end on her side. Now whatever she does for the garden is not just to thank the other flowers for helping her, but also to show the Jalepeno that its decision to let the little lily stay was not a wrong one.

Happy 2007!!

This is a post meant for yesterday, but my internet connection went down.

Whoa! Finally went out with the NJPS gang after sooooooooooooo long. And finally gave Chee Fung his birthday present after five months and 14 days. Haha. Happy birthday papaya!

Look what Jun Zhan did to his phone!

We went up to Sheares bridge, (our favourite shaky, unstable, vibrating fireworks spot), spotted a fallen Mango mannequin along the way, took a few photos, got a lot of attention, counted down, took the fireworks and spent the night out. Quite eventful actually.

Haha. We were told that the fireworks will come out in phases. The first (nicely called first burst by Jun Zhan) one at 10 pm, next at 11 pm, 11.30 pm and the last one at 12 am.

We were really all anticipating for the first burst at 10 pm. And when huge spotlights suddenly came on at the field below the bridge, we were so totally excited. Only to see pathetic sparks coming out of the NTUC building. We were like "What the hell?!"

At 11 pm, after bravely deciding not to get my gingerbread latte, we were aroused again when the spotlights came on, ONLY TO SEE THE SAME SPARKS FROM ANOTHER BUILDING. One Raffles Quay if I'm not wrong.

Damn stunned. I didn't even take any photos. I was just at a loss for words. WHAT THE HELL LA!! There were a lot of speculations. Like test-fire, mis-fire, IA, IIA, who could actually see what happened etc etc. Jun Zhan even predicted a question people at the Esplanade would ask, "What's the commotion?" There were a lot of anticipation too. And the two clowns were actually arguing if it would be Godzilla or Transformers that will emerge from under the boats.

At 11.30 pm, the bump boats (or however you spell it) and duck tours were already taking position in front of the bridge. Party revellers and tour guides hyping up the atmosphere and everything. Quite exciting. The 11.30 pm fireworks was also quite short, but we were pretty much sian diao already.

It was the 12.00 am one. That the real deal begin. Haha. The first few bursts were really big and loud. I freaked out la. But after that, the snapping began, full scale. My roll of film ended nicely near the end. Although I'm probably going to be puking blood when I get them developed.

8-seconds without tripod!! What the hell.. I can't believe I did that either. Just my camera and my hands. The photos are either going to be super chui, or I'm super lucky.

Haha. After the fireworks, when we finally left, we only wanted a place to sit down and rest. And we decided on TCC! Somewhere other than Macs. Haha. As it turned out, there is really no place that is really 24/7 other than Macs. Try as we might, we can't defy their monopoly. Macs wins hands down.

The HUGE traffic flow after the fireworks

We walked to Bras Besar, saw the TCC closed and refused to walk into a very crowded Macs. So we decided to head down towards Orchard Road and try our luck. Halfway through, we spotted a TCC with people still inside! Only to find out they were not letting anymore customers in. Then later on, we saw a Starbucks that was still open. Hope! Went in, and they said only takeaways cos they were closing. Damn! But never mind! I decided to get my gingerbread latte there and satisfy my craving.

And as we reached Plaza Sing, we saw a TCC still open! Whoa best! And found out they were closing at 3.00am. But on the other hand, the Starbucks across the plaza, was STILL open! Damn it man! This went on for the whole night. Wrong bets, just missed last orders, opposite shops still open.. Haiyo! Everything we did to not go into MacDonald's failed.

In the end, at around 5 in the morning, we walked into the Macs at Lucky Plaza (I think). Macs wins, hands down.

Haha. By that time, we were already pretty full from all the stops at (what we thought were) 24/7 restaurants. And Jun Zhan had to leave for camp. Haha. Chee Fung finally achieved the feat of not falling asleep at 5 am. It turned out it was Nuria who couldn't tahan in the end.

Chee Fung still couldn't resist the attack of the Z-monster

On the train ride home with Chee Fung, I didn't sleep much either. Five minutes at most I think. And could still go for half-boiled eggs with him at Toa Payoh. Haha. My first New Year's day spent outside and with my dear NJPS gang. Very well worth it I'd say.

On the bus ride home when the sun has risen

Haha. I'm still laughing (to myself) when I think of how they argue if transformers or godzilla will come out.

Couldn't resist this photo of Toa Payoh with the four rooftop cranes..