Wednesday, December 3
9:02 AM ♥

Too many numbers in the title space.

I grew up watching many cousins and friends (and filthy rich American kids on MTV) celebrate the 'BIG' day (in this case, turning 21) and I'd always thought I would have mine planned to perfection - down to the icky little details like, 'the colour of my toe nails' when it comes but no (GASP!), I don't have a plan, at all.

Except throwing out all diet plans. That's a plan. After this week, my belly's gonna drag on the ground. "Ooh-mmm...Gravity, I shall overcome."

Hint: You can get me some dumb bells, a treadmill, throw in a pair of good running shoes for Christmas.

Once upon a december, I would've wanted to have those extravagant 'drinks on the house', 'champagne free-flow', 'Girls gone wild' kinda pool party and the works, but nay-uh, all that holds no appeal anymore. 21, a milestone, yes, but I figured it doesn't warrant me (or anyone) to spend all hard earned moolah on such extravagance when it only promises gratification for that few hours and 'BAM!', reality hits and I will have to fill my hungry stomach with plain water and eat grass for the whole of next month. Doesn't sound like a good deal to me. (Oh my god, am I getting the hang of being 21 or what?!)

You're curious as hell to know how I'm spending my 21. Honestly, I am too. (:

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Thursday, November 6
2:39 AM ♥

Singapore is too hot, and not in a good way.

How's the new skin?
GOOD / NO GOOD

I like that it borders on morbid but I think it cramp things up. I wanted this initially but it's too narcissistic for my likes.

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Thursday, October 30
11:02 PM ♥

♥

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Tuesday, October 14
10:28 PM ♥

Which translated, means "Seize the day", a descriptive term for literature that urges readers to live for the moment (from the Latin phrase seize the day, used by Horace).

How that is working on me. Hurhur.

Warning: It's THE mood.

While you debate half empty or half full, allow me to say "It's FULLY EMPTY." Only second day into my new and last (thank God) term and I'm already exhausted. I can't even summon up enough energy to feel excited that this is officially my last term.

Onto a totally different matter, my parents are here and I'm probably paying them a visit tomorrow; only because I want the home-cooked food my mom brought me. They're not here on leisure holiday and that (above) being my only reason for wanting to see them doesn't necessarily make me a horrible person, right? I won't choke on the home-cooked sambal pork and chilli tofu, will I?

There are times I listen to my heart, metaphorically speaking, (be still, beating heart - I'm not talking about you) and there are certain things I just know, but refuse to acknowledge because I cannot deal with the harsh reality of the situation. But my girlfriend keeps shoving all these ugly truths down my throat and I suspect she injects them into me even while I'm asleep. (:

She does it to protect me, I know but, can't someone view the world through rose-tinted glasses in peace?

& for kicks.

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Monday, October 6
12:53 AM ♥

I try to say goodbye and I choke.

Hola. I am currently house-sitting now. Okayy, was. The owners just returned. In other words, I was Home Alone!!! /does Macaulay Culkin gasping pose

It has been one helluva month - I spent the whole bulk of my holiday slaving away and the perpetual grouchiness stemmed from the fact that I can't even check items off my wish-list with my meagre paycheck.

Come next this week, I've set aside the remaining days for the girlfriend, late-nights, sleep-in(s), Vagina Monologue, swimming, finishing up my books and simply lounging around. Sleep. Eat. Sleep. Eat. Lie in the sunshine and fart my brains out. Whatever floats my boat s'long as I don't have to be on my feet running like a wind-up mouse.

I guess you could say I want to spend the last week before school r-e-l-a-x-i-n-g, if such a blissful word is allowed to exist in my dictionary. Sleep deprivation is making me crazy, hell, it's even got my menstrual cycle messed up, my eyebags are so heavy, you would think I kept two hump-back whales in them; my hair's supposed to be down to my ass by now but NO, it has 'stunted' growth, just like the rest of me.

In the case of updates,
I lost my ez-link aka student pass
on Saturday on bus no. 132. Could the ______ person (I've yet to decide if this said person's nice or horrible) in possession of an ez-link card encased in a Pink Betty Boop cardholder please bring it down to the lost and found counter at any of the MRT/Bus stations scattered island wide? The "Made In Indonesia" sticker slapped under my picture does not mean I've returned to my motherland and no longer need the much beloved ez-link card.

An abrupt end to this entry, but I'm falling asleep at the keyboard. On a sidenote, I hope people understand when I constantly reject offers to meet; be it for breakfast/lunch/high tea/dinner/supper and chooses instead to stay home and sleep. It's because that's all the time I've got, honestly. And I want it for myself.



Did I mentioned I now have two Polly Pockets shipped from US and UK respectively? The girlfriend bought it for me! (:
Says who am I too old for it.

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Sunday, August 24
11:09 PM ♥

That, by the way, is a very nice outfit.

Is it me, or are there less cockroaches when it rains? Not that I'm complaining, they can drift off into a "forever" kinda sleep for all I care.

So I'm babbling. It's a sad excuse for an update but the other alternative is to talk about The Laptop. I doubt you want to hear me (READ about, in this case) rhapsodize about the meltdown of the laptop and the divine resurrection of it.

While we are on the topic of updates, I don't suppose it matters whether I babble on about my latest armpit hair fetish or the latest fantasy to take pictures of vomit comets since I don't think I have many readers following the sporadic updates of my degenerating blog.

In view of recent events, if I had to choose between having less/no readers OR more freaks as readers...I'll go for the former. Yeah, little Miss I'M-NASTY-AND-NOT-AT-ALL-GRACIOUS here still hasn't been able to let it go. Hello, I couldn't care less if my neighbour's house is on fire but I would wake up just to smack that mosquito who merely took a sip of my sweet sweet blood, dead. So why should you be an exception?

Coming back to the topic, yeah, my skin's still crawling from the fact that a smelly, fat (note the lethal combination) ogre incapable of generating his own thoughts and forming them into words (let alone coherent sentences) has been hungrily feeding off my words like a braindead patient on a life support machine. Again, my metaphor makes little sense, but that's not the major concern here. Eew.

You want some updates on me? I've been eating a lot of "Yummy yummy yummy I got love in my tummy" and "I-can-die-happy" kinda food. And "bumping into Nart" is an understatement. She almost ran me down.

And Hell yeah, I'm the motherfucking princess.

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Wednesday, August 6
8:49 AM ♥

Let's face it, I've never been a gracious person.
you get what you give.

For the love of my class, you're off Captain Silver's hook (I'm being really lame).
& remember, you brought this upon yourself.

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Tuesday, July 8
5:01 PM ♥

...what they mean when they say 'Silence is golden'.

Next time, remind me to put my foot where my mouth is.
Second day into the new term and already things are spiraling down, down, down.
Say hello to Missy Scapegoat.

Oh, mood swing, mood swing.
Like I always say, if you can't take me at my worse worst, you definitely don't deserve me at my best.

Gbye boo boo-filled day! (That's putting it nicely. What I really meant to say was, "The hell with you!") I feel sooo much better coming home to Nic and Tiny. Tomorrow is vaccination day for my new baby! And the fact that Nicky's mom bought me a very pretty sun dress works well to soothe all boo boos, too. Thank god for small favours. (:

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Tuesday, June 24
2:27 AM ♥

Q: Fall in love with ________.

T for Tiny, whom I absolutely adore.
T for Tuesday, hopefully a better day.
T for Tea, the one drink I couldn't have today.
T for Tentacles so I can get more things done.
T for Taciturn; temperamentally disinclined to talk.
T for Tantrums, something I've been on the verge of throwing.
T for Ta-ta which means bye bye, right?

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Wednesday, June 11
5:59 PM ♥

WHAT'S THE STORY, MORNING GLORY?

Jackie Collin's got a new book!
Jackie Collin's got a new book!
Jackie Collin's got a new book!
Jackie Collin's got a new book!
Jackie Collin's got a new book!
Jackie Collin's got a new book!
Jackie Collin's got a new book!
Jackie Collin's got a new book!
Jackie Collin's got a new book!
Jackie Collin's got a new book!
Jackie Collin's got a new book!
Jackie Collin's got a new book!
Jackie Collin's got a new book!

(Don't need to count, I'll tell you I said it 13 times.)

Until I get it, I'll settle for this one week+ old 'new' cat round the block.


Little Nicky/Chip/Zip/Tiny/Ti-ti (derived from 'Tiny', pronounced 'Tai-Tai')

Charming little guy ain't he? I love, love, love, love him to bits; from the tip of his little brown nose to the bottom of his black-pink paws!

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On a more serious note, I had a dream a couple of nights back and someone kept singing this line over and over again:

"Don't chase the air, I know it's wind, it can't get away."

I think it would be silly of me to read too deep into a dream but this has to be the most...moving, most realistic(?) dream I've ever had. See, I can't even put a finger to it. It wasn't anything eerie. On second thought, maybe it was.

My dreams usually consists of images speeding past my closed eyelids but this particular dream was like a record playing over and over again. No images, only singing. I felt really light and relaxed, then a wave of malaise washed over me for a brief instant and the singing got so loud and persistent, it actually woke me up - much to my annoyance and I remember saying out loud, "Ok ok, I heard you ok? Enough!" and typed it into my phone. I would never have been able to remember it otherwise.

I have many theories about it but I don't think it's nice to bore you with a dry monologue about my dream predictions.

How would you construe it?

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Saturday, May 17
11:01 PM ♥

Run away, run away.
And make tomorrow harder to live than today.

A sudden urge to revisit a site Char and I used to visit back in secondary school years.



(Chicken, the way you like it.)

Nothing has changed, the subservient chicken remains obedient, if not more subservient (if he can be any more, that is). Oh but the chicken rejected my request for a hug.

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Righto! My company's back, which means the chicken wings are ready! Marilyn's mom's one helluva cook. Mmmm...!

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Saturday, May 10
2:59 AM ♥

...& hear the slow rumble of an approaching thunderstorm. Yay!

I had a rotten day. It's one of those "I woke up with my eyebrows shaved off/my dog ate my homework, choked & died/I left the house & a bus ran over my toes/then I tripped & fell flat on my face, skirt hitched over my head in front of the school heart throb" kind of bad day. It is THAT rotten. I left school with my head burning from anger and the only thing on my mind was to run home and curl up into a ball of self pity. The hormones made it worse.

But alas, I still went out in the end and ended up making impulse purchases; earrings (oh, my one & only guitly pleasure), ring, wallet (whaaat?!). It could've been the rotten day that clouded my decision making but I lived without a wallet for the past couple of months; I could easily live without one for another few months, years even, but no, I had to listen to the devil in me and fritter away my hard-earned cash. And because I was in sucha lousy mood, Nic didn't even try to stop the purchase. That and the fact that we were very late on meeting the girls. So it was 'in-grab-pay-out'. Argh!!! Now my wallet and I have a love/hate relationship. I bought a wallet but have no cash to fill it with.

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And because I feel so much better after a night out with a group of insanely adorable people, it's just fair to reward you voyeurs with some pictures.


Don't you absolutely hate it when people
interrupt your camwhoring? (:


In Nic's world of love, I'm 2nd to this.
She would rather spend $9 on this than to feed me.
So, I'm not as satisfying as this 45g worth of love,
totally understandable.

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Off the cuff, there are 8 Birthdays in May and 3 chalets. Out of which, two falls on the same day. That said, I shall go to neither.

G'night prying eyes.

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Tuesday, May 6
6:15 PM ♥

No, this is not going to be a retrospective. I'm thankfully quite wrapped up in the present these days.

I call this: an experiment to see how quickly I can blog before heading out.

What other news through yonder window breaks? Yesterday we won 2nd in the competition for National Day celebration in the Heartlands and are now 'immensely' rich to the tune of $75 each. $600 prize money in total to be split among 8 Oompa Loompa(s). (:

When they announced the winners yesterday, somewhere in the back of my mind, a choir started singing. All the nights we tolled without sleep and even when I do manage to sleep, I dreamt about the project. Literally. Oh, the price to pay for success.

4 entries from my class, 3 won. Even the 1 group that didn't win, they did well above average. These wins meant a lot to us, me in particular. Hopefully it means the teachers will finally see our class in a different light. No longer THE Black sheep among the event management classes.

So anyway, we've been given the day off for working so hard and I cleared my sleep debt and slept a total of 12 hours...and I can sleep again!

A lot has been happening. New modules, new projects, new time table. The time table has returned to its glorious days. Tuesdays and Wednesdays Fridays (thanks for pointing this out Sharie, I really ought to proof read), I start at 11am and 12pm respectively. Woohoo!

Given that the chronological distance between each of these entries has relegated their disclosures to generalities, I don't think I have anything else interesting to say.

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Sunday, April 13
12:31 AM ♥

Tell the devil it was Bell who took your life.

Mucho thanks Nickypoo!
I love you still, even though I overheard your plans to kill me with the glass coasters. (:

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"That's a cute butterfly."
"It's a bumble bee."
"Ooh.."

*scribbles scribbles*

"THAT ISN'T A BUMBLE BEE!!?? It looks like a flying rambutan."
"HEY."

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I'm ready to the last gaiter for school. People like you are merely a satire upon our society. Keep doing what you do, and your hate club will grow to rival the population of China soon.

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Friday, March 7
2:14 PM ♥

Marching into March...

I skipped a 3 hours school day and stayed home with the sad excuse of menstrual cramps. This has to stop. I miss at least 2 days of school every month because I double in pain if I make even the slightest move of getting out of bed on a bmcd (Bad Menstrual Cramps Day). Woohoo, I just created a noun.

I refused to go to lunch with Nic so I'm home alone now and indulging in online shopping. I'm wondering; when one shops in a mall without buying anything it's called 'window shopping'. So what is it when one shops online without making any purchase? Online Window Shopping?

On another note, I never realized how good buttercream taste until I gobbled down two cupcakes yesterday. Rich, smooth, creamy, finger-lickin'-good buttercream. It left me bloated and I felt sick but hell, I wanna do it again today.

Whenever people brush up against me, whether intention or unitentional, I get the involuntary urge to give them a good shove in the opposite direction and then run myself under icy cold water. I conclude that I love my space too obsessively much, the end.

48 words

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Sunday, February 17
8:48 AM ♥

You're a teaser, you turn 'em on.



Draw on your own bag! This black cloth bag has a letter-sized looseleaf paper design where you can draw your thoughts and doodles… or have your friends customize it!

Sonic Needles, the Hedgehog.

On the hedgehog that never was. Cheryl promised to bring home Needles (the hedgehog) but never did and she's away in Batam enjoying the polluted air and sinfully cheap shopping. Why am making such a stink out of it even though it isn't at all cuddly? Well, my want to see/hold/touch/keep the hedgehog just went up 3 notches after watching this video.


In place of the hedgehog was a tortoise; I never really 'connected' with her but hell, Nic seemed to love her and even got around to naming her. 'Tots' (a round of applause for 'creativity' please) was with us for two weeks until Friday morning. Nic left the room for a leak and came back looking sooo forlorn; from my view (in bed) rubbing sleep from my eyes, I thought she looked every bit like a guy who just flushed his manhood away. We all know the intimate relationship guys have with their 'jewels'..and before I delve further into human anatomy, back to what I was saying, yes, Tots. was. gone. No, not dead, you tofu-head. Cheryl simply sent her packing, shell and all.

And speaking of the devil, she just walked through the door....with a box of Indo Mie!?! (screams) Ayam Rasas Mee Bawang - the world's leading instant noodles. Ahh...all's forgiven.

Nic's going to fly off the handle when she reads this entry cos I chose staying home over going out with her in the name of finishing up my project.

Hello 18th, it's you again.
il♥veyou (:

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Monday, February 11
11:54 PM ♥

You were just too busy with yourself.
You were never there for me to express how I felt.

Spent eve of chinese new year back in Indonesia and weird as it may sound, I didn't feel the least bit 'at home' even though I'm 'home'. Confusing statement. So I went through the whole reunion dinner process with the family (a tad bit awkward so it was a relief the steam from the steamboat fogged up my vision) and spent the rest of the night shooting fireworks into the sky and exchanging grotesque video clips (dissected bodies/heads, etc) with my brother. No, you did not read wrong. Fireworks are legal in Indonesia - and my dad bought enough for us to celebrate both Indonesia's and Singapore's National Day.

I returned to Singapore a guilty bitch because I hardly spent time with my dad, knowing very well he wanted a 'father-daughter' talk. I can't believe how self-centered I am. My only purpose on going back was to shop, shop, shop and get money. For those who think I ought to be burnt on the stake, it will be comforting to know that most shops were closed (it being the 1st day of CNY) so shopping I got none. Retribution, well deserved.

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For really and truly. I shall not gamble until the next leap year. -Aftermath of Chinese New Year.

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Sunday, January 6
8:10 PM ♥

It won't mean a thing in a hundred years.

سنة ميلادية مبارك

Happy n-eew year looks nicer in Arabic.

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School starts tomorrow:
"Yay. Boo. Woohoo. Yikes. Eew."

& It's going to be rough.
It's a mélange of sensations, going back to school.

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Q: How to dye fabrics?

Nic bought a dye that came with no instructions. So we left it soaking in the pail.

/try some of your own medicine
It may seem fun dishing 'em out, but having to swallow the insults, (albeit cleverly disguised as 'jokes') isn't a single bit fun. Somethings I don't say, because I'm saving you face. If you have the cowsense I think you possess, you would drop whatever half-baked plans you have up your sleeve.
Cos if we fight, I will win.

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Friday, December 28
1:54 AM ♥

Sing a Song.

Nic actually hauled her lazy ass off the chair just to make me herbal tea in hope to speed up the healing process of the ulcer I've been nursing since Christmas. God, there is hope for mankind.

I'm entirely enamored.

Figured I could do a quick update, maybe 'My life in a list' sort of thing but the bed beckons so later. Ok, I just spent 3 minutes online proclaiming my love for my girlfriend. And this entry is so cryptic. Ha. If you're smart.

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Thursday, December 20
9:12 PM ♥

Lightly beat together the eggs.


I have to show this off.

Not this.


THIS!


This is my birthday present, hand-delivered to my doorstep into my house. Afterwhich the artist/delivery girl plonked herself nicely in front of the mahjong table and then spent a good 30 minutes warming the seat of my toilet bowl, too.

That, and a perfect blogskin.

Thank you Nart fart.

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