Confessions Of a So-Called Perfectionist

2009-01-27T22:29:00.001+08:00

The Cooking Idea

My Chinese New Year has been horrible. And when I mean horrible, it means I want more money, i want more visiting, i want to gain weight as my relatives stuff me with CNY goodies, i want to go to malaysia and see the rest of the family there - i only have my mom's parents and siblings here. and that's it basically. we all just gather at my grandma's so that's effectively ONE house.

As usual during such times, i try my best not to go out and spend time with mummy and daddy. so i've redecorated my room, done a lot of cooking/ baking, super loads of cleaning and practiced hair-styling with mom and aunt.

Cooking, yes.

Speaking of cooking, it occured me to these past few days, that hey, i do like the satisfaction of my parents nodding in approval to my marinated pork chop, butter-shallot rice and baked beans western-esque dish. Not limiting my cooking abilities to my parents' tongues, my boys (brother and imran) do have a thing for finishing tupperwares of the andrea double chocolate chip cookies! (:

I've learnt more about food during 2008: how to handle spicy food, visiting food blogs, exploring hidden neighbourhood makan haunts, and especially opening up my taste buds to egyptian and middle eastern cuisine! Also, in a bid to prove to people that i can cook to survive and not starve my family (present and future) really, my mom has been teaching me or handing me down her recipes to hearty international dishes!

So with this new kitchen/ food hobby, i thought it'd be a great way to share my growing passions for eating and cooking! so slowly (hopefully) i'll be turning this blog into a food-makan-cooking-baking blog - complete with my favourite recipes, food haunts and kitchen escapades!

so check this space out in the weeks to come!

meanwhile, do share or tag food places/ dishes you want to share too (:

2008-12-28T12:12:00.002+08:00

Emoticons Express.

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HAHAs and LOLs Annoy.

In SMSes or MSN Convos, I try my best to cut down or completely not use HAHAs and LOLs. For one, I don't laugh at everything my friends say. They're not boring, it IS an interesting conversation and I do enjoy myself, but it's extremely insane if one laughs out loud at my every other comment. It's quite weird to read sentences that start AND end of with HAHA. Do you really talk like that? It's almost as if we are trying too hard.

I might be read too much into things because i understand it's a subconcsious thing that people do, like using short form for instant messaging. But seriously, it's getting out of hand. I think HAHAs (compared to LOLs) are fine. But LOL: we never do laugh out loud when sms-ing, i mean, who does? Or when you receive an sms, and you read it, you don't go AHAHAHAHAHA! right? Precisely, you don't, it's practically inappropriate - be it mentally or socially.

MSN and Yahoo Messenger have an incredibly wide range of expressive cartoons that explore your different moods and even a simple smiley can do justice to one appreciating the convo!

Chick Lit Controversy

2008-11-12T19:47:00.004+08:00

If you take 40 minutes to choose stationery, how long would it take you to choose books? It's a dreaded question most shopping buddies would answer, but hey, when a girl needs to shop, she NEEDS to shop.

Another Kinokuniya-Day for me on Tuesday, and i decided to settle for Oscar Wilde's The Importance of Being Earnest and Moliere's Don Juan. But was I content? No, I had to choose a more casual read to balance out with the other texts. It was hard finding a more contemporary genre to indulge in, especially when i'm being so cynical about repetitive storylines:

Annoying/ Restless Kid wanting to go on a venturesome weird treasure hunt? Checked.
Another woman escaping from China to America and ends up at Chinatown again? Checked. (Why? I mean, is China that bad?)
Titillating affairs of Cougars (Older women who date younger men)? Checked.
Narratives of 'A life of _____(insert animal of your choice)______? Checked.

You get the idea.

But nonetheless as i continuously withdrew and shelved back book after book, I pursued with determination in finding my third book. Imran suggested 'The Time-Traveller's Wife' which i assumed to be ANOTHER chick lit; the only thing that kept me hanging on to that book was the numerous positive feedback he has heard of that book.

This brings us to the crux of my entry today: Chick Lit.

As i browsed through rows and columns of general fiction/ bestsellers/ literature, 65% of them were chick lit. What i mean by chick lit - chick lit has mostly, in it:

Sex. Don't forget the sex.
Children (be it aborting, expecting or wanting)
Shopping; Materialistic women
Men
Weight issues (fat? thin? ah, what the heck)
Women who have, broken the glass ceiling but still have short term needs (sex)
Bitchy women and gossips
Oh yea, pretty pretty book covers you hope will appear on something un-chick lit-ish

Why????? Why the influx of Chick Lit? Do we have to read about shopping? Cos honestly, i've always thought real shopping was more fun than reading ABOUT shopping. And shopping for books on shopping is well, okay, you win, it's shopping too. Geez.

I've had my fair share of girly texts, it's especially addictive when you're going through puberty and everything is so new to you. Take Princess Diaries for example, sure, it's a girl's best companion, but then you think about it, the whole book is really about Princess Mia Thermopolis contemplating if she should 'do it' with her boyfriend, which she doesn't, in the end; so we have to continue on to the next book, which she STILLS does not do it with her boyfriend and in typical fashion, panics about 'doing it' throughout the whole book. I mean, it just makes you want to scream 'DO IT ALREADY'

And are we women that wild? Not everything is about sex mind you, there are other things to consider too, like house chores, and erm, cooking! or our JOBS, et cetera.

I want a book! A proper casual something really new and interesting! GIVE ME SOMETHING OH SHELVES OF 'GENERAL FICTIONS'!! And yet again, general has become womanized! it's true! all women do ever think, write and gossip about is sigh, intimate passions.

So this is a call-out to all budding writers out there. Yes, you, if you aspire to write about how prada doesn't make a girl; or how a girl's best friend dumped her to go for another man, or illustrating the perfect man, it's already been done. Give us more variety! I can't stand picking out books that are chick lit again. No, please, no more.

By the way, in the end we bought 'The Time Traveller's Wife' - apparently it's not your typical chick lit. And i'm beginning to enjoy it.

Till next time, Cheerios!

2008-09-04T19:43:00.005+08:00

OH NO! Here comes the Korean-Boyband Fetish!

I'd never thought I'd become one of those Korean-Boybands fanatics, but here you have it, me being swooned over by Korean boyband, SHINee.

And i'm particulary obsessed with this member Minho. The nerdy, very quiet, very shy, tall, handsome one.

Yes, roll your eyes, you might say it's just 'one of my nerdy-boy fads' like how i went crazy over ROBERT SCHWARTZMAN (princess diaries) and even crazier with CHRIS BROWN! They all have the 'good boy' look plastered all over their faces, and seriously, when they smile, you can't help but think of pretty white dresses and ben and jerry's ice cream!

Robert's nerdy, but i decided to 'give up' on Chris Brown because he speaks like a prat and i couldn't understand him at all on Oprah. Seriously Chris, get an English Teacher by your side too.

Why don't people like Minho? (If you follow their reality dating tv series, he's the only one who hasn't been picked so far)

Just because he's nerdy, very quiet, very shy, tall and handsome? Though i think people usually don't notice him due tothe first three traits. Which i happen to find really attractive. He has a really deep heart and why can't people see that in him? He can be charming too (if he wants to that is!) Smart shy boys are cool too. So producers, please, give Minho more camera time!

And you know what can be even more perfect? To add to my insane fixation on this really quiet seventeen year old, fly him down from Korea so that we can all educate him. First, how to speak English, and second, how to woo a girl. Why is no one helping him?!?! Don't you know you can't leave a boy defenseless like that? How in the world is he going to seek the light and see the real world?!?!

And if you have no idea what the hell i'm babbling about in my obscenely girly post, watch SHINee's music video 'Replay' and spot Minho! He's the tallest, and maybe you'll find, really attractive too!

2008-07-20T13:57:00.002+08:00

Have you heard of PCDs' new song 'When I grow up?' Nicole sings about her desire and passion to be a star, and then she goes on to say, "Be careful of what you wish for, because you just might get it"

And i'm like, "so? where's the link in that?"

Seriously, if i had a wish, i'd wish for a 1000 wishes more.

2008-07-03T13:42:00.008+08:00

In Loving Memory of the Bestest Friend

Buffy the dog passed on on the 2nd of July, peacefully in her sleep.

Lemar's Your Face lyrics

When i'm tired of all the lying
Have no one to hold on to
When the tears are falling
The sun seems to hide behind the moon

Open arms i'm calling
Nothing ever will replace

Though i know you're watching
I wish that i could see your face

Sometimes i find a corner and i just wanna be alone
I don't wanna say no prayers
And i won't answer the phone
You showed me everybody goes through problems

Everybody cries

But no one can show you what to do when you lose someone in life
I need you now even more than the air i breathe
You always intervened when things got too hard for me

Where are you now?
Can you reach me somehow?
Many times though i'm surrounded, i still feel so alone
That's when you send a sign to me that somehow makes me strong

It's only when you've been there that the words become so true
I'd give up everything i own for one last dance with you
I think about you each and every single day
I promise i won't let your memory fade away

I wish that I could see your face.

May the Lord keep watch between you

and me when we are away from each other

- Genesis 31:49

2008-05-28T23:31:00.002+08:00

The Argument

An argument between the poop (not out yet) and the brain when they undergo constipation: The poop wants out, but the somehow the digestive system stepped in, became a third party and is restricting egestion processes. That's why children, eat your vegetables!! More fibre = the smoother the toilet-quality time.

Brain: I love you, But I gotta stay true, My moral's got me on my knees, I'm begging please, Stop playing games

Poop: I don't know what this is

Brain: But you got me good, Just like you knew you would, I don't know what you do, But you do it well, I'm under your spell, You got me begging you for mercy

Poop: Why won't you release me

Brain: You got me begging you for mercy

Poop: Why won't you release me, I said you better release me

Brain: Now you think that I, Will be something on the side, But you got to understand That I need a man, Who can take my hand, yes I do,

Poop: I don't know what this is

Brain: But you got me good, Just like you knew you would, I don't know what you do, But you do it well I'm under your spell, You got me begging you for mercy

Poop: Why won't you release me

Brain: You got me begging you for mercy

Poop: Why won't you release me, I said you better release me, I'm begging you for mercy Just why won't you release me I'm begging you for mercy You got me begging You got me begging You got me begging...

2008-05-19T10:06:00.003+08:00

The Letter of Doom

To whom it may concern:

Dear Sir/ Madam ____________,

A public bus produces 100g of carbon per passenger per kilometre. Yet, we are not really suffocating or dying from the effects of such great omitted toxic fumes.

But can you explain how the hell you constantly produce that much 'scent' without petroleum?!?!? I mean, woah, if the world were fuelled by body odour, we would never run out of 'natural' resources! And by natural resources, you know what we mean.

We pen this letter today to seek your 110% participation in our 'use deodarant' campaign. We had some request for some help in 'exterminating some pests' around your area. Of course we are not implying that you are the cause of all of this.... suffocation, but truly you don't have to have us to go around sniffing for the suspect. And please don't make us do so.

Why this campaign you might ask, for several reasons, there are due to:

1. Increased numbers of patients dying because they asphyxiate. Asphyxiation: to cause to die or lose consciousness by impairing normal breathing, as by gas or other noxious agents.

2. According to statistics, about 90% of men and 70% of women have these bacteria in their armpit. We feel there has actually been very little study into what happens in your armpit or how to prevent deathly emissions coming out from them.

3. Most people have trouble smelling their own odour without burying their nose in their own armpit ... probably because your brain filters out smells which are always present. But of course, again no sarcasm intended, we don't expect you to TACTLESSLY ask the person on your left - or right - to smell your pits and evaluate the degree of your problem.

4. DELUSIONS: People spend a lot of money trying to get rid of their body odours. This is unusual, because many other animals happily use their odours for communication and socialization. Theoretically, one function of armpit odour is to help us attract a mate. However, there is no good evidence that human body odours, containing pheremones, can send signals between people, especially between men and women, other than the signal 'I stink'. We seem to have lost the ability to recognize these signals, despite what perfume makers claim.

In our agency, we believe everyone is beatiful. From the smelly down right to the smelliest. We believe that inner beauty is the most amazing beauty of all. However, body odour is a problem for most people. Don't let the smell mask what you truly are inside. Don't let the smell hinder you from expressing how you feel, and don't give the odour a chance to spoil your image! ERADICATE BODY ODOUR!

With such fervent enthusisam, this campaign was organised to help you to save us. And your reputation too.

Just by practicing simple hygiene, such as taking regular baths or showers, reducing armpit hair, having fresh sets of clothes, using an anti-odour deodorant or anti-perspirant, and changing your clothes often, you can stay relatively unstinky most of the time.

Just remember that anything that causes you to sweat more, like physical activity or a hot day, will produce more apocrine secretion, and give bacteria more to eat; they'll quickly release more chemical odour, and you will smell. More washing and deodorant will be needed.

Oh yes, there's one more thing, some might use TOO MUCH deodorant. You don't have to spray 5 rounds of deodorant around your body, i mean, reality check: we suffocate from too much of so much too.

In conclusion, with the aforementioned, we gladly welcome you to join the 'use deodorant' club in a bid to save yourself, and save the people sitting 4 seats away from you at the lecture theatre.

Warmest regards,

The National Environmental Agency

2008-04-13T18:50:00.000+08:00

Sometimes, All We Need is Just a Hug

Free Hugs! Free Hugs!

Get your F-R-E-E HUGS along the MRT station!

The free hug campaign - ah yes - some have claimed to see the light and glory upon such physical contact.

The free hug campaign: A real life controversial story of Juan Mann, A man whose sole mission was to reach out and hug a stranger to brighten up their lives. And in this age of social disconnectivity and lack of human contact, the effects of the Free Hugs campaign became phenomenal!

Ah, the free hug campaign, you know, THAT campaign! Conservative women would scream rape!, Chinese fathers would disapprove of their daughter hugging a foreigner with a cardboard (Ssh, they are SUPPOSE to be rich!), SPGs' and Filipino maids would start flocking to the Caucasian hoping he would take her away on his white horse - and what a perfect day to choose Singapore's maid off-day Sunday - and kiasu aunties would ask if they have to pay for it. Either that, or they would queue up something that's FINALLY free.

Along the Dhoby Ghaut Purple to Red line walk were these group Caucasians starting up their own free hug campaign. As I walked past, what seriously made me stunned was this conversation between one of the campaigners and a Singaporean lady in her 50s, whom I presume to be the religious sort:

Campaigner: Hi, free hugs!
Singaporean Lady: Ooh, what is this for?
Campaigner: We're spreading the love!
Singaporean Lady: What Love? The Love of God?

I was like, dear me, how will the campainger be able to tell the poor woman she saw enlightenment in hugging - without the actual teachings of God.

And I realised that most Singaporeans would just walk past, afraid of such open physical gestures. If this is a step to get Singaporeans to be more liberal, hey, why not. I think. And you'll be surprised that the free hugs campaign has already been practiced in Singapore, but a pity it was only restricted to Cedar GIRLS' Secondary School. Spread the love man.

Maybe it's the way the Caucasians dressed and presented themselves. Have you seen how Juan Mann (guy who started Free Hugs) actually dressed when he started this campaign? (Go to http://freehugscampaign.org/)

I would have thought he was some homeless hippie on the run with a desperate attempt to save the world from invading aliens.

To start a "free hugs" campaign in Singapore, you have to first analyse your target audience. I say they should hang out at void decks where emo teenagers loiter, and give them inspiration for hope for a brighter future in a bid to stop them from slitting their wrists and getting into trouble. Emoness: The getting in touch with your emotions and further exploiting them by fusing in Goth and screaming music so somewhere in between you get psyched into hating the world and yourself.

The campaigners should find out where the newest emo bands are playing. Usually there is a popular hangout where emo kids congregate anyway. It would greatly help reduce bullying in school and make Singapore a safer place where skinny jeans are finally eradicated and deemed passe!

To end off: Then again, you can't really count on anyone trying to support such a campaign because we are all busy finding Mas Selamat.

But, on second thoughts, gimme that sign board: ''MAS SELAMAT, IT'S OKAY, WE ARE ONLY HERE TO SPREAD THE LOVE, WE MEAN NO HARM, YOU CAN COME OUT NOW!'' (:

2008-04-02T20:36:00.000+08:00

Service Learning - Or Not?

For the past five weeks, I've been privileged to be allowed one hour of my time per week - during service learning, where we have to teach linguistically disadvantaged children how to read - to draw up a plan/ plans for my 'perfect child'.

Instead of starting BIG (modifying genetic material for the perfection of mankind), why not, start SMALL (inculcating values and teachings to our children)? Well, in every sense of the word 'big', you don't see adults popping out from their moms' now do you!

In the midst of SCREAMING hyperactive children, part of my brain withdraws from the cacophony of it all and reflects, 'If I had a child, I would first make him or her learn how to read, so I will not subject younger generations to such 'torture''. My child must be polite, must be good, must say please and thank you, must be toilet-trained, must know how to be independent. Must here, must there.

I am constantly bombarded with such questions, Will I be a cranky kiasu mother who wants her child to score 270 and above for PSLE? Better yet, have my child do Ballet every monday and Sunday, Golf thrice a week, Tuition for every subject, And Swimming every weekend. I will start planning for my child to enter Hwa Chong when he is in K2, and start setting up a tent outside Tao Nan School 10 days before P1 registration day.

What type of mother will I be? Will I home-school my children because of my worrying nature about what is going into their brains and what's affecting my child mentally? I'm not ready to be a mother now! And every time such 'grandiose goals' appear in my head, I get paranoid.

And don't get me wrong, I'm not defaming the art or morality of Service Learning - sure, I'm all up for it, but at times like these where we try our best to diffuse pronounciations of vowels into younglings, it's tiring. It's vexing and it requires a hell lot of patience. (MOTHER INSTINCTS!!!) Sure, let's all go help out at the old folks or clean East Coast Park or something. And did I mention we feel like mothers?!?!!? I want my child to enjoy learning, but who can demand perfection from anyone anyway?

A little too much thinking on my part now you might think, but hey, isn't that what Service Learning is about? Questioning and translating what you feel into YOUR own real life.

'__________, don't run about! Come and sit down and pay attention!'
'Alright, come and gather in a circle!'
'I KNOW! LET'S PLAY 'LONDON BRIDGE IS FALLING DOWN''
'No, you already went to the toilet, you DO NOT need to pee again'

Although the children don't seem to express it, I think they kinda enjoy our company there - just like how when we were all young, we were so comforted in knowing we had a 'big brother/ sister' by our side listening and playing games with us, like they were our 'role models' and we looked up to them (maybe it's the height difference, you never know)

2008-02-02T19:25:00.000+08:00

Rejoice for Chinese New Year? Maybe Not for the Rodents!

Okay. I seriously hate the fact that i'm getting stuffed with Chinese New Year goodies, on top of the granola bars and twister fries i'm addicted to and my overtly frequent doses of Ruffles/ Lays/ Twisters/ Cheezels. It's terrible to think you're indulging in something that might be cancerous to you like 20, 30 years down the road. As my mom puts it, 'TOO MUCH ARTIFICIAL COLOURING!'

I should be 100% Chinese now as a matter of fact. Well, maybe 70% counting in my lack of fluency and competence in Mandarin. You know, getting those pasar malam glittery shiny mismatching uncolourcoded cartoons of Mickey and Minnie Mouse and stick them all over my living room for good luck and prosperity. (In case you didn't know, it's the year of the Rat) Better yet - I should buy them rodents and get them to eat my rubbish.

That's right! That way, I can literally put the 'lucky-fied' animal to good use. Rat's eating your rubbish = Rat's chasing away or getting rid of all the bad stuff! Wonderful ain't it? I've got myself my very own Chinese New Year superstition!! HEE. And I demand to be acknowledged for. So all you chinese people! Get your rodents and kill them after - you do not want Singapore to be NOT OK after the festive celebrations! I remember my grandmother boiling hot water so she could pour it over the rats and hear them squeal in agony as they 'seek the light'.

I should be enthusiastically running to NTUC to get boxes of oranges. But the sounds of groups of young children/ adults singing 'Guo Xin Nian, Zhu Xin Nian' REPEATEDLY OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN WITH UNNECESSARY HORRID TECHNO-MUSIC AT THE BACKDROP just ticks me off.

They should know when to stop, it really can drive one insane while grocery shopping. You know, when you're trying to concentrate on what you want buy, and you just visualise these group of girls in thick make-up, gel-filled hair in buns, and tassles flowing from their cheena skirts - it's not particularly entertained. And I swear that wasn't intended to sound paedophillic.

Maybe I'm still haunted by my K1 annual kindergarten concert. I had to wear this yellow dress and be a freaking firefly friend to the Ying Huo Chong Gong Zhu (Firefly Princess) together with 10 other girls and flap our arms around her, as she slowly wakes up and emerge from the flapping circle. The make up, the aunties arguing amongst themselves about which foundation/ blusher to use, the teachers arguing amongst themselves about which direction the Princess should face when she emerges, and the horrendous music. The lyrics went like this (in chinese): Firefly firefly slowly fly. And in typical Chinese fashion, it was repeated over and, you got it, over again.

And since I'm getting into the mood for Chinese New Year, here's a revision of the protocol we are supposed to follow:

Good luck
- Switching on the lights for the night is considered good luck to 'scare away' ghosts and spirits.

- Sweets are eaten to ensure the consumer a "sweet" year.
- It is important to have the house completely clean from top to bottom before New Year's Day for good luck in the coming year.
- Some believe that what happens on the first day of the new year reflects the rest of the year to come.
- The night before the new year, bathe yourself in pomelo leaves and some say that you will be healthy for the rest of the new year.

Bad luck
- Buying a pair of pants is considered bad luck. The word "pants"(kù) is a homophone for the word for "bitter"(kŭ) in Cantonese.
- Washing your hair is also considered to be washing away one's own luck (although modern hygienic concerns take precedence over this tradition)
- Sweeping the floor is usually forbidden on the first day, as it will sweep away the good fortune and luck for the new year.

In conclusion, throw away the Chinese Music, stock up on your goodies, rodents, pomelo leaves, and flap your hands around short firefly princesses for a 'bright' year ahead!!!

2008-01-16T21:37:00.000+08:00

'The Noose' Is Da News Yo!

Ah yes, fellow Singaporeans, let's rejoice! SINGAPORE DOES HAVE TALENT! We have FINALLY lived up to our lack-of-whyfors 'city of opportunities' motto. And it's all thanks to the latest comedy programme, 'The Noose' - fronted by the riotously 'funny' Gurmit Singh and Michelle Chong as newscasters Roy Terse and Adrianna Wow together with Chua Enlai and Alaric Tay as roving reporters.

And for those who have no inkling of what The Noose is about, I'm disappointed in you! Come on, in times like these, we need to garner the local support - regardless of race, language or religion - to achieve happiness, prosperity and progress for our TELEVISION PROGRAMMES!

We have to STOP revolting fake unrealistic productions such as 'My Sassy Neighbour' and 'First Moms' from showing on TV Mobile. I do not need such distasteful sitcoms to add to my crankiness while on the bus. SHOO OF TV MOBILE!

The Noose is an irreverent, hilarious spoof of the news - with Michelle Chong tickling your funny bone with her various can-do accents, Gurmit being a gay weatherman, and En Lai with his fake accent - boy oh boy, finally I have something to look forward to in Channel 5 every Sunday!

However, I am very disheartened by comments made by our 'creative' Singaporeans. In the papers, they criticised The Noose for unoriginality and shortage of wit, as well as the lack of supporters and viewer rating. Instead of supporting The Noose, we celebrate the creations of Police and Thief, My Sassy Neighbour, Frontline, etc.. - which are really, a reflection of the lustre we terribly lack in the media industry. Are we approbative of such auntie-gossip, singlish, kaypohness, kiasuisms, and what not shown in these 'sitcoms'? I understand the need for inculcating 'Singaporean Values or Culture', but it really becomes utterly cliche and cheesy. Phua Chu Kang was enough.

Okay, and we see too much of Gurmit Singh too.

The Noose should be supported! We are making use of the up and coming Singaporean humour! Let's show the world we can have our cake and eat it too - let's show them ang moh producers we do not need recorded audience laughter to stimulate happiness in our bored tv audiences!!!

2008-01-03T20:40:00.000+08:00

Andrea Chong's Instant Noodles Company

I haven't been eating healthily. Sure I eat a lot ( I REALLY DO, though food-stuffers would disagree ) and eat as much or whatever I want, but realisation has dawned that if I continue my at-least-two-packets-of-ruffles-a-week habits, I might as well die of heart attack due to clogged up fatty veins. Honestly, I don't wish to die that young.

And very recently, this addiction to large macdonald's fries has gotten the better of me. I can eat at least two packets at one go and have eaten 5 packets in the past week. It's like I get these random bouts of cravings for them, and it's not one that I can actually resist. I HAVE to buy them - as though there's this electromagnetic field that's drawing me to buy buy and buy.

And the oily crust of delifrance's eateries are not good too. I need kangkung, spinach, broccoli, long beans, cabbage. I need green. Money AND Vegetables.

And perhaps all the 'EAT HEALTHY FOOD' episodes of Oprah has been subconsciously drilled into my head. I don't want to think about my weight every time I eat, my weight has never been an issue to me, and I do not want it to be an issue because after all, it's your body, and it's your responsibility to pick up that determination to go exercise and live healthy. We should be free to work out, free to eat responsibly, free to live the life we want and deserve to live! Tackle that lazy demon in you and go go go exercise!

It's no use pinching your 'fat' tummy and complain or whine. Pinching it won't do anything. Trust me - it's scientifically proven. So it's not an issue with weight, but rather, an issue with nutrition! Nutrients: Proteins, Carbohydrates, Fats, Vitamins, Minerals and Water.

Lately, the term diet has been bastardised so much so that I'm going aye-yai-yai! For one, girls, STOP SAYING YOU NEED TO GO ON A DIET. It's terrible. First of all, 'Dieting' is not eating less hoping to lose weight. That's just known as torture. A diet that limits portions to a very small size or that excludes certain foods entirely to promote weight loss may not be effective over the long term. In fact, eating irregularly might just add on more unwanted body mass because the body just keeps on storing carbohydrates to satisfy the body's hunger pangs.

The ideal 'dieting' is one that takes into account your likes and dislikes and includes a wide variety of foods with enough calories and nutrients for good health. To me, the perfect healthy body you can have is when you actually have a mix of diet (not the lose weight type) and lifestyle (exercise, mind, body and soul). Eat as much as you want, do not constantly think 'you're fat you're fat you're fat' because you're NOT. Stop being melodramatic. Get your feet up and go exercise!

So! I sure do need lots of meat, fruits, dairy and vegetables! Then I thought to myself. Wouldn't it be nice to have whole-grain/wheat instant noodles with spinach-chicken flavour, no msg or flavourings added? It's healthy, has meat and fibre! Or we can have tomyum cod fish-broccoli macaroni!! How about sliced beef with curry and kangkung all in one packet!

Hmm, okay, then again, maybe I'm not cut out for the instant noodles field. I should just stick to cleaning and organising. (:

2007-12-25T23:05:00.000+08:00

The Turkey Versus The Chicken

Tis the season to be jolly? Not for the turkeys this Christmas! There it was. On the dining table. Naked, Featherless and Headless and Cooked! And while setting up the bowls and plates for the family, simultaneously staring at that turkey, there I was thinking to myself: What do you call the sound the turkey makes when it's being strangled?

Squackling? Then again, you've never really heard a turkey screaming too. Except the head bopping rhythmic 'bok bok bok' sounds they make. Or is that the chicken? Either which, regardless of the sounds, they really all taste the same! (At least to me) They taste good with this focasia-like mushed bread stuffing and potatoes especially!

However, when talking about breast meat that is fried or boiled, turkey has almost half the calories of chicken. Additionally, it has about a ninth of the fat calories. Therefore, if you're a person who really can't give up the fried foods, you're going to want to head for the turkey instead of the chicken to save what you can on the calories and fat.

Now, this lifeless turkey got me completely fascinated with it's species. Of course, I had no intention of opening up it's body and examining the innards of this headless turkey in front of my family, complete with an autopsy report on it, BUT, out of the blue, questions on turkeys just flowed and flowed.

Is it a sign from God this Christmas? Are turkeys on Earth in trouble?

When I got back home, whoever I was having a conversation with was told about my first experience with a turkey, i was proud of myself. I HAD TURKEY!

And justifying the 'most-likely-to-google-everything' superlative Sara gave me on Facebook, I looked it up on the net:

Wild turkeys make a variety of sounds. Knowing these sounds, which sounds to mimic, and how to mimic them will help to make you a better turkey hunter!

Soft tree yelp - This is an early morning sound. It is softer than the normal yelp. Hens will typically make this sound either before or shortly after flying down from the roost when they are "just waking up."

Cluck - A series of sharp, short notes in four or five increments that hens will make often when feeding. It is a contentment sound.

Put - A sharp, short, single note similar to the cluck but a "put" is an alarm call. It means the hen has seen something it doesn't like and is sounding off the alarm. Do not make a "put" when turkey hunting. It is important to know the difference between a "put" and a "cluck." A put is typically a single note whereas a cluck is usually in a series of notes.

Cut (Cutting) - A series of sharp, short notes hens will make when it is excited. It's a hen's way of saying "Hey, I'm over here. Where are you?"
Some hunters like to utilize this call in a technique known as "cut-and-run" or as a daytime locator call. Sounds like cut-cut....cut-cut-cut...cut...cut....cut.

Gobble - This is the sound that gobblers like to make when either shocked into making it or to let a hen know he's on his way. Sounds like the word "gobble" said three times very fast. It often follows after being shocked into gobbling by an owl, crow, coyote, woodpecker, or peacock locator call. This is the turkey hunters favorite spring time sound. It is strongly advised that this sound not be mimicked because other hunters might think you are the turkey they are hunting. It poses a serious safety risk especially on public hunting lands.

Informative ain't it?? Now you and I let's get ready to kill some turkeys! (:

2007-12-10T19:31:00.000+08:00

Talking Animals Ain't My Thing.

One day, while girl-scouting, I chanced upon a cave and met a growling polar bear:

My, what big teeth you have Mr.Golden-Compass-Polar-Bear!

Isn't it too warm for you here?

Oh, To think technology has advanced THAT quickly to create this (not imaginary or hollywood-fied) pixelated holograph digitally enhanced you. The web-cam must have cost quite a bomb huh! Thank goodness for Skype!

And oh! You can talk! GASP.

But wait, am I on drugs? Too much chocolates this season I guess. This.. me talking to you, is REAL? Hallelujah, I shall term this conversational skill a 'urso-tongue'!! (Urso for Bear in Portugese)

And I have to find this compass you say? Why Me? I'm only nine. Leave me alone. If I go back and tell the girls this, I'd be dubbed as a retard.

Don't argue with you? It's my fate and destiny? HEY! You'd think I'd want to be associated with a talking polar bear?! In the real world for your information, this would mean I'm mentally unstable!

This is just a dream right? Where's the realism in it? You're TOO WHITE. Have you seen the polar bears in the singapore zoological gardens? THEY ARE YELLOW, talk to Sheba. She'll empathise with you, besides, she needs a male companion.

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And we carried on this conversation from dusk till dawn. Interesting fella that Polar Bear. Forgot what his name was though. But I promised to keep his identity a secret, for he said if anyone knew of him, I'd be banished from this EXCITING quest to find the compass. So between you and me, let's keep it a secret.

Anyhoo. Have you been as fascinated with talking animals like the film-word has been? (Sense the sarcasm? HAHA!)

Alvin & The Chipmunks (they sing too!)
Angelina-Jolie-Monster from Beowulf (I'll just classify that under animal)
Bee from Bee Movie
Squirrel from Enchanted

And that's only for a month. Why this fixation with talking animals? I mean, yes, I do wish my dog would answer me whenever I confide in her, but hey, don't dramatise it hollywood!

Society is so circulated with images of talking organisms (eg. Planktons from Spongebob), that I'm worried kids of the newer generations will start paying Teddy Bears for psychiatric fees, or bring their Optimus Prime figurine out with them when they play hide-and-seek, hoping Optimus Prime transforms into a bus where the child can hide in.

I guess animals have a way of having this personal one on one relationship with humans. We psychologically engage with them and seek comfort and enjoyment in them. But do we need every movie to have a talking animal? No we can't, because then all the R21-movie-watching-horny-men will start to turn paedophillic and we don't want that now do we?

But let's just face reality people. Would you talk to a bee? Come on, you'll kill it first THEN realise it really did speak. And sensibly speaking, you'll want to kill it after you hear it speak! Who tolerates hallucinations? Don't spare these pesty insects! (As the pathetic muscular man puts it in the Dettol insecticide spray advertisement)

Please, not TOO many animals for one season. America's having a WRITERS-STRIKE. NOT a HUMAN-ACTORS deprivation. I'm sure there are more creative people in the film industry. And well, actors too. HUMANS can engage on a personal level too! ENOUGH WITH THE SQUEAKY CHIPMUNKS! Too much of it can cause excessive elation and hyperventilation in Children.

By the way, I am already trying to accept the fact that Will Smith's I am Legend is a 'Christmas' Movie. What with all the killing and monsters and loneliness derived from it.

We need to set the records straight:

1. Christmas movies are suppose to happy and inspirational.
2. Not too happy though that we need hundreds of talking animals bombarding us on screens. We get the hint.

2007-11-27T17:46:00.000+08:00

Aunties and Muscular Young Boys: Juicy Much?

OOH!!!!, AAH, TEE HEE, *Giggle Giggle*, AIYOH!

Those are, unfortunately, the sounds of the gym. At least those were the sounds I heard one particular evening at my club's gym. When in actual fact, you're SUPPOSE to hear sounds like URGH, HOO, HAH!, ROAR! HUFF! PUFF! from guys who are so fascinated with what they can do with their muscles.

Rich tai tais are lonely people I conclude.

Albeit their mahjong sessions, attempts to play golf (with long sleeve and long pants and beach-hat. Seriously, what's the point of playing golf when you're going to suffer in sweat and humidity!??! ENJOY THE SUN AND GET THAT GLORIOUS TAN woman! SHORTS AND SHORT-SLEEVED POLOS are IN), and the horrendous credit card bills they chalk up so ever happily; deep down inside, they long for attention by the opposite sex.

Note: Preferably young guys with ooh-la-la muscles.

I mean, even media exploits it. Look at Desperate Housewives and Ugly Betty and err, Bill Clinton! Their husbands are so preoccupied with mistresses and their work and counting money, and the poor woman only has the country club as her haven. And the haven has 'cute' young boy toys. Get the picture? Or maybe she longs for the attention she used to have when she was younger: Wanted, Adored and being Charmed. And when she finally hits the big Five-Zero, what a big blow to her when people start calling her 'Auntie' instead of 'Xiao Jie'.

Back to the story. So trudging on the treadmill one night at the gym in determination to lose all the flubbiness I've accumulated this holiday, I heard a faint giggle. Well, maybe it wasn't that much of a 'faint' giggle, considering the fact that I was blasting my MP3 away to get the adrenaline hyped up in me.

I turned around, and to my amusement, was the instructor-on-duty with a 50-year old woman.

I've never seen this instructor before, he was young, pleasant looking, with amazing muscles. Unfortunately, he was relatively short, so with that muscles honey, you look really compressed. And that ain't a compliment!

And throughout my 1.5 hour workout, he was with her all the time, tagging along like a love-lorn puppy. Don't get me wrong. I wasn't ogling at the instructor OR the woman. They seemed to be hopping around the gym machine after machine. And the gym has mirrors all around, so I could see their every hanky panky moves. HEH!

Even when she went to get water, he enthusiastically gave her a 'hey! don't run away from me' look. And she, was oh so smiling all the way. He helped her get adjusted to the medicine ball by holding her legs, even when she was doing sit-ups (which can be really, done independently), he had to hold her head for her. And she was ENJOYING it. Really! Taking every opportunity she could to grab his BIG MUSCULAR arms. (I.E. pretending she was 'slipping' or couldn't manage to get to that bend-your-back position)

Gosh, the touchy-ness drives me insane.

And as mean or evil as I might sound, I was thinking to myself: 'How much is she actually paying this guy by the hour?' I mean, really, does she need a young man to hold her arm and 'adjust her waist' when she's doing weights?

And right after coming home and turning on the TV, the first thing that popped up was Britney's 'Gimme More' video.

Britney + Flabs + Pole Dancing + Unsexy Butt + Wig + Digitally Modified Waist = God. Why the desperation. Why.

Women with too much money go crazy.

I don't wanna be a rich tai tai! So what if you lead a lavish lifestyle? Will my husband be there with me all the time or will he be too busy with work and money? In times when I really need him, he's in his office. GOSH, I want to grow old with my husband in some island or countryside or travelling the world, NOT be with a young squarish gym instructor and giggle like an innocent young girl.

2007-11-16T09:51:00.000+08:00

Say No To Unnecessary Alphabets!

Alphabets have been troubling me, they irk and they escalate confusion. But after all, what are letters but lines and curves connected together so aesthetically.

If I may offend anyone in this post, blame the alphabets! Don't the unnecessary ones JUST frustrate you?

Like for example:

ii lurrb euus!! (I love you)
dunch liddat hurhx... (Don't be like this)
f**k euu larhx! (Go and Die)
eur miie best fwendx! (You're my best friend)
he is sho cutex worx! (He's hot) (What's CUTEX? Q-TEXT? HUH? Cutex sounds like a brand for a sanitary pad. I think it's suppose to be Cute)

What has the world come to. Here are PERFECT REAL-LIFE EXAMPLES of what I'm trying to illustrate (copied from various external sources with no editing, except for the censorship)

1. "dunch step lian narrhs . come here to kaopei . want to say F*** say la . must put fcuk . mother got teach yous how to spell mahhx ?"

And in her midst of anger, she actually doesn't know she's contradicting herself. And what's 'step lian' ?!?!? My dear, it's suppose to be 'Did your mother teach you how to spell?' (:

2. I am a gal who beliefs tt by following her feelin her`duiideren will appears in her lif3 ones day

Translation: Duiideren = The Right Man.
All the way girl, keep the dream ALIVE. WHOO HOO!

This is why we establish the Speak Good English Campaign, and that's why we need an 'ang moh' (eg. Neil Humphrey) to write about ABOUT Singapore, and that's why we have two whole shelves in Kinokuniya dedicated to correcting daily conversational English in Singapore.

Now, don't you go blame your mother for not scoring full marks for that spelling test, it's unreasonable! Please my dear fellow red blooded countrymates of Singapura. Let's join hands and start typing properly: Now, it's is LOR, not LORX, hor!

'Nuff said.

2007-11-09T20:20:00.000+08:00

Just how much do you know the Chong/ Lee/ Goh/ Lim in you?

During a nice family dinner, I experienced one of the most stirring history lessons I've ever had. It was like I had delved into a Discovery Channel special documentary on the Chong family!

I'm not particulary a relatives-person. I mean, I don't retreat at the sight of them, I just well, I prefer to sit down and watch or listen to them talk, seldom uttering a word amidst their lively cantonese discussions. Either that, or I'll go back into my room, minding my own business, yet comforted to hear their wild karaoke sessions and deafening laughter in the living room.

Maybe it's due to my lack of fluency in the canton dialect that I seem to be very distant from them, but hey, at least I understand perfectly; and mind you, it's terribly enjoying to hear my aunts, grandmas, and mom all engaged in a 'family story' whenever the family goes back up to Kuala Lumpur.

Back to dinner.

My dad just came back from visiting my grandma (My mom and I stayed back) in Malaysia, and apparently, my mom seemed to know more about my dad's family! When my dad was telling me stories about my 'yi-ma' (paternal grandma's sister), my mom will enthusiastically interupt and say, 'No No, you forgot some important details! This is how it REALLY WENT:... ...'

And in that hour, I found out:

Character brief: ('Mama' - my paternal grandma; 'Yi-Ma' - my Mama's sister)

My great grandfather wanted sons so much he went off with another woman while swindling all my REAL great grandmother's money away - she had three daughters. (I WILL SOOOOOO GIVE HIM ONE HELL OF A LECTURE IF I EVER EVER EVER MEET HIM)

My great grandma then went into depression, moved to Singapore to work for someone else, and left her children in my great great grandmother's care. However my G.G.Grandma couldn't possibly take care of them (3 daughters) for the rest of her life right?

So the three daughters went to work as maids/ babysitters for my G.Grand Aunt (sister of my G.Grandma), who was super duper rich because she married this bigshot Mafia guy she met while being a hostess at a club in Ipoh. - Or was it Kuala Lumpur?

My Mama and her sisters weren't all cinderella and abused. They lived the high life actually. Because the Mafia family knew a lot of people, so the three sisters went to party a lot and well, were well taken care of.

My Mama then met my Grandpa, had three sons and then many years later, her first grandchild named Andrea (: - although I don't know how my grandparents met. I have yet to ask one day.

Then my Yi-Ma, she met this Singaporean guy whom passed away due to Cancer some twenty years ago. So she got the insurance money. And after years of loneliness, a woman craves for love, and she got hooked up with this young SHAMELESS 10 YEARS YOUNGER THAN HER man who apparently conned her of all her money.

Her sons were party-goers, so they are really well, to put it nicely, screwed. No money left, she went to USA to work as a nanny for the Mafia's wife's daughter for about 15 years. Her eldest son tricked her into selling away their 4 room Tampines flat, and bought a two room CONDO, so she has no place to move into. Her second son married a China woman who ran away with their son and he's still sending her money =.=

NOW. Isn't that all very interesting? This is only approximately JUST ONE PAGE of the really thick 'Chong' History.

So the moral of the stories? NEVER trust young seemingly charming guys. AND LADIES, KEEP YOUR OWN PRIVATE BANK ACCOUNT A SECRET.

After dinner, I then thought, do all my relatives know I exist? I mean, I know THEY DO! How do they look like? What's their names? What are they doing? Are they thinking about meeting distant relatives too?

And my family's the only family based in Singapore now, the others are all in Malaysia, and we seldom go back for Chinese New Year and stuff, so I really HARDLY HARDLY HARDLY know my distant cousins at all, talk about even knowing my AUNTS or UNCLES. Who knows man, my cousin may be some Mafia descendant demanding money from some gone-bankrupt guy.

If I had the chance to travel back time, I would certainly go back to my great grandfather's period, and slap the flirt out of him. HOW COULD HE TREAT MY GRANDMOTHER LIKE THAT!

HELLO, IT'S YOUR FAULT YOU HAD SUCH PERSISTANT CHROMOSOMES WHICH BELIEVED IN THE FEMALE-RACE REPRODUCTION! My great grandma had nothing to do with it!

I would travel back to meet different ancestors. My relatives have always said I looked like my grandma when she was younger, maybe I have some uncanny resemblance to my G.G.G.G.G.Grandma too!

Then I realised just how our generation is beginning to lose it's family-history roots. We barely can speak our dialect, let alone understand it. And we seldom are able to complete the family tree should we start tracking. I do not know how to cook any Cantonese or Hakka (I'm half Hakka) dishes, I do not speak or understand Hakka, I do not know any Canton/Hakka stories. It really sets me thinking about just how much do I really know about my family.

I've decided, on my next trip to Malaysia, that I am going to start bombarding questions about my family's history, be constantly fascinated and maybe even bring out that inner canton in me.

2007-10-27T21:00:00.000+08:00

Demonic puppets named AndyPandy.

Remember my supposedly 'cute' nickname AndyPandy?

Wiki it, and you will chance upon this television show called 'AndyPandy'. A puppet who lived in a picnic basket, Andy was later joined by Teddy (a teddy bear) and Looby Loo (a rag doll) who would appear when Andy and Teddy weren't around. All three lived in the same picnic basket.

Are we telling children that it's alright for three 'men' to live in one picnic basket? Or that it's alright to 'pop and appear' in someone's commode while they are away? Dolls, Clowns, PUPPETS, all alike, they give you this psychotic smile which totally spells I-AM-GOING-TO-PRANCE-AROUND-AND-KILL-YOU-WHEN-YOU-SLEEP look.

OR the smile which says, me-and-my-clan-of-andypandys-are-coming-up-with-a-forcible-diabolical-scheme-to-eliminate-all-of-mankind-and-send-you-ignorant-fools-to-hell.

How can young children take pleasure in these satanic creations!? It's like they are being possessed: Tickling their dolls, laughing WITH them and being their 'best friends'. I bet these dolls target young innocent children and make them satisfy their loneliness because their souls are trapped in that cloth-and-plastic body.

I'm sure all of us - back when we were younger and possessed - intentionally stayed up a little later, kept really quiet, hid under the covers and pretended to be asleep, so that we'll be convinced that our dolls and puppets in fact, do come alive at night! Well, I used to do that at least. Every minute or two, I'll take a peep at my toy box, hoping that my barbie dolls un-shrink themselves. Or, hoping that my toys can talk.

They STARE at you, send these wicked savage perpetual fabrications to your mind and haunt you. If I were to be stuck with a ventriloquist doll in my room, I'd go crazy. I'll turn all claustrophobic and schizophrenic, i'll scream, 'STOP STARING AT ME YOU CHILD OF SATAN!'. I'll start hearing internal voices not heard by others, or believing that other people are reading my minds, controlling my thoughts, and plotting to harm me. I'll be fearful and withdrawn from humankind, my speech and behavior will be so disorganized that i'll be incomprehensible or demonically frightening to you. It's probably the slowest and most torturous way to murder me.

And here's the theme song of AndyPandy by the way, hopefully you can use well your imagination:

Here comes Andy Pandy and Looby Loo!
Happy as they can be and Teddy too!
Playing in the garden everyday!
Making things is so much fun!
Here comes Andy Pandy... here in Andy Pandy Land!

And how does AndyPandy communicate? By wiggling his legs. Wiggling his legs. Oh dear me. NEVER trust puppets. No matter what song they sing/ legs that shake in front of you to take control of your mind.

I won't ever buy my child puppets or dolls. EVER. I won't touch them. I'm going protect my child from any psychological or emotional damage that might incur upon him/ her. And I'm andypandy cos it's my nickname. Don't ever call me a male puppet, Or i'll turn all puppety on you.

2007-10-17T19:52:00.000+08:00

My Terrible Experiences on the Bus

A bus ride is meant to be smooth. It's meant to safely transport you from destination A to destination B without your parents worrying for your life, because they place your EMOTIONAL welfare and PHYSICAL well-being in the hands of SBS Transit or SMRT.

Our parents have COMPLETE trust in the company.

If they didn't, SBS would not be earning enough money to buy new 'covenient-for-the-handicap' buses, upgrade their buses, get rid of all the 'I LURBBE EUUUS'; 'LOOKING FOR LOVE?'; 'F*CK YOUs!' scribbled at the back of seats, and instead you'll see the roads filled with cars with parent plus child on their way to and from school, adding to the terrible inclination of global warming. AL GORE WOULD BE DISAPPOINTED!

The only reason our parents wouldn't have complete trust in SBS would be the thought of buses being blasted every other day by terrorists. And Singapore, being a SAFE country, will not tolerate these acts of explosions because they are terribly uncalled for and unbecoming. WE ARE A CLEAN AND GREEN CITY.

HOWEVER,

If we so ever do mention about the poor driving skills of the Bus Drivers, the reactions we get from our loving parents would be:

1. 'People in Country _________ have to squeeze and travel 3 hours to school with non-air conditioned buses! DON'T COMPLAIN'

2. I HAD TO WALK TO SCHOOL LAST TIME! DON'T COMPLAIN!

3. AT LEAST YOU MANAGE TO GET A SEAT, I HAD TO STAND ALL THE WAY!

Call me spoilt, but, I HAVE to complain. Well, maybe complain would be the wrong word, rather, I have to voice out my displeasure and unsatisfaction with my bus rides to and from school. THEY DO KNOW HOW TO TICK MY EMOTIONAL BUTTON = you'll just see my facial features and body language getting very sensitive and cringe when something disrupts my 'imperturbable circle of calmness'.

TV MOBILE
I honestly do not support TV Mobile. One, I AM TRYING TO LISTEN TO MY MP3, and I seriously do not need Chua En Lai to add his own lyrics into the songs and constantly go, 'YUM YUM, SOOOOOO DELICIOUS!!'

Chua En Lai: So Uncle, how do you make the goreng pisang?

Uncle: I FRY THE BANANA!

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Chua En Lai: So Auntie, I heard your popiah is the best in town!

Auntie: Yes! My grandfather first opened this popiah store in Dempsey Road!

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Chua En Lai: [Asks a man who is eating laksa] So, you like eating this laksa?

Man: Err, [gives the duh! look] yar.

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Chua En Lai: [Points to a LONG queue] LONG QUEUE! What a popular store.

Second, you know how they LOVE to show 'GOTCHA' or tickle-your-funny-bone programmes. Okay, I admit, they make me laugh and snigger. But do you think the lady sitting right across me would like to see me snigger every 2 minutes? Albeit it's comic relief, but it's really embarrassing when the lady across me is thinking, 'CHEE KO PEK', and moves to another seat.

That hasn't happened to me yet, but I'm sure if that lady was sitting next to a sniggering man, she would freak and call the police for sexually harrassing her. And I seriously do not want to be associated with some mental condition, whereby I can SUDDENLY LAUGH AND GIGGLE to myself, and the whole bus has their attention all diverted to me.

Thirdly, I do not want to see a man shake his half naked body in his effort to sell his home. And this advert can be replayed up to 3 times at any one bus ride. I understand the grabbing-attention ploy, but I don't want to glance up to him posing on his bed and asking the passengers to 'check out his matching pipes'. Nice tiger printed underwear.

AUNTIES AND UNCLES
Why do you need to pat the seats before you sit on them?

Why do you cough and sneeze without covering your mouth?

Why do choose to spit on the pavements before you board the bus? (This doesn't only apply to them)

Why do you need to argue with the bus driver?

WHY

WHY

WHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TEENAGERS WHO LOVE MUSIC TOO MUCH FOR THEIR OWN GOOD
Like me! But there are some who really really love music so much THEY HAVE TO SHARE IT WITH THE WORLD - blasting their handphone speakers. I understand your need for self expression and that you want to share.

But have you ever thought of USING A EAR PIECE so that you can appreciate the bass and indulge in the band's instrumental works? I'm sure a true music fan won't BLAST music through their handphones because the quality sucks for one, and specific beats can not be appreciated.

NOW, aren't you just doing music no justice? KEEP IT PERSONAL, INDULGE IN IT PERSONALLY, we understand your divine taste of musical genres, and we understand your compassion to share it with us, but please, respect the track as it is, do not share a distorted muffled track. (For example, a Linkin Park song deserves a good bass to be appreciated, mobile phones DO NOT PROVIDE the bass. So the track sounds really cheap in the end.)

We need your help.

Get a ear piece, save the environment from noise pollution.

Please, invest in one generously.

TEENAGERS WHO LOVE ANIME
I awoke to outbursts of 'Dragonball Zs'. Three lower secondary boys were talking about their strong support for the anime. And in less than 2 minutes, I am proud to say, I KNOW DRAGONBALL Z - well, I think. I know that the death of a character spanned over 5 episodes. Erm, weird, but that's what I CLEARLY heard. I was sitting two seats in front of them, I could hear their WHOLE conversation about the DRAGONS and their BALLS.

That sounds wrong. Okay, about BALLS and DRAGONS. What an enriching crash course to DragonBall Z. Whoopee.

COUPLES WHO ARE IN LOVE
Love is in the air! Please control yourselves lovebirds out there. I know you find the strong urge to be physically close and romantically involved.

BUT PLEASE, NOT IN THE BUS! It's like, the least romantic place to do it lah. Find somewhere romantic, like, the beach, a candlelit dinner, a boat ride or something, BUT PLEASE, NOT HUMBLE NEIGHBOURHOOD-ISH BUSES!

Maybe I am in no position to comment on the wonders of love, but from a third person's perspective, I seriously do not want to look at this couple kissing and kissing right in front of me. The love, it's too much for my heart to handle.

STINGY BUS DRIVERS
When an EZ Link runs out of money. What do you turn to? YOUR COINS OF COURSE! Student prices are 45 cents. However - even though you are clad in your school uniform - STINGY UNCLES refuse to accept the 45 cents, they WANT 55 cents, which is the normal adult price. But I don't have enough coins!

And mind you, I have two buses to pay for in coins. And any normal human being can tell I am a student in my uniform. Unless I'm really this 30 year old woman who looks like a 15 year old, dressed in VJ school uniform because she's cheapo and wants to save 10 cents on every bus ride.

SENSITIVE BUS DRIVERS
These are the bus drivers whom get so excited or nervous when a red light appears or when a car suddenly zooms up in front of them. Their always on the alert and they tap on the break incessantly to prevent collision with the Toyota in front of them. Or rather, because they are so into hip hop that they want the whole bus to rhythmically bop their heads in unison.

I just had a long day at school. I'm listening to The Killer's 'Everything Will Be Alright'. WELL, HOW IRONIC, OBVIOUSLY, EVERYTHING IS NOT GOING TO BE ALRIGHT because the bus driver has no consideration for my churning stomach and nauseated brain.

Please, a jerk once in a while is alright, but NOT ALL THE TIME. And especially since I'm travelling the Eunos Link route - which is made of up traffic light after traffic light, I stongly suggest uncles to please please break or stop smoothly. Go with the flow.

The Bus Ride - at least it's air-conditioned, and at least I'm saving the world from global warming every time I take public transport, at least I'm helping my dad save petrol. So my emotional welfare in return for the assurance of human species in generations to come, I am willing to tolerate.

But let's be considerate passengers. CONTROL YOURSELVES. Please.

2007-10-05T15:43:00.000+08:00

When a Woman Bleeds.

To the opposite sex: have you ever wondered what Laurier or Sofy sanitary pads do that 'makes us sleep so comfortably?' (When you watch television ads seeing the woman prancing around after trying the 'brand new' sanitary pad after her lousy terrible one has been giving her nightmares)

Well, honestly, it does nothing! Whatever that's making us 'sleep so comfortably' is just facts exploited or exaggerated to a roll-your-eyes amount.

It Firstly, does not reduce the tremendous amount of pain when the cramps come.
Secondly, it doesn't reduce bloodflow.
Thirdly, it does not stop the bloodflow.

So all it does is be a burden there, and to crudely put it - ACT LIKE A FRIGGIN DIAPER.

The thing that's supposedly making us 'sleep better' or 'feel better' or gloriously allowing us the ability to lift our legs and start dancing around, is the fitting shape or design they have, as well as the allowing us to have the choice to choose between having a SOFT COTTONY layer material over this really suffocating dry polyester net one. Sanitary pads DO NOT have the option of releasing supernatural 'signals' to relieve us.

Of course, us being customers and such strong supporters of mass customization - even wanting only the best even when one is having their menstrual cycle - you'd naturally choose the cottony cover!

When purchasing however, remember to choose carefully, some brands really don't have the decency to state the material used, and when you reach home, open it up, you realise, OH GREAT, IT'S THE POLYESTER NET ONE. I'M GOING TO SWEAT A LOT AT THE BUTTOCKS. LET'S SUFFER THE NEXT SEVEN DAYS WITH IT. WHOO HOO.

In case I am going too fast for one to catch up, the menstrual cycle is a recurring cycle of physiological changes that occurs in the females - basically we bleed. Don't worry, we don't bleed for 365 days, for the rest of our lives. And if you do your research or paid attention in Civics Education, we bleed an estimated 84 days a year. Translated, 2.8 months, 7 days a month.

Now you boys, don't you think you're such lucky goats? WOULD YOU LIKE TO BLEED 7 DAYS CONTINUOUSLY? Imagine, halfway through your arcade games, you get the cramps, you stop the game, you cry in agony, and you need to go to the nearest convenience store to get supplies and calm yourself down. THAT WOULDN'T BE NICE RIGHT? INTERRUPTING AN ARCADE GAME WOULD BE A BIG NO NO.

I am sorry to the reader if the content of this particular blog post has been to explicit for you to handle. But hey, I personally think i'm just voicing out - as part of the female race - the problems and questions that fall upon me whenver I am having my menstrual cycle, or rather, the issues we girls discuss about menstruation.

And please be mature about it. It's a natural phenomenon. It's not like you will be alienated for having menstruation for goodness sake. Don't go 'EE, YUCK' when someone mentions they have their mensus. It seriously reflects the limitations of your ability to accept reality and life as it is.

It's alright to laugh about it, but I don't think it's something anyone should be embarrassed about. Surprising it may seem, a lot of guys do not know a single hoot about menstruation, let alone the reasons for a sanitary pad!

To the males, don't ever go around proclaiming your relief over your lifetime-suspension from menstruation school. You seriously don't want to have to be stuck with sanitary pads, visions of blood or the excruciating pain. And this post also will highlight or address or account for the incessant fascination boys have with girls and their 'mood swings'.

So. Sanitary pads are just to absorb the blood when we women experience the terrible bloodflow period. And FYI, these pads are not to be confused with incontinence pads, which are worn by men or women who have bladder control problems.

It varies with sizes too! In accordance to the degree of your bloodflow. YES, there are heavy days and lighter days! High accumulation occurs for the first four days. After that, it'll be lighter and lighter till it's gone and we can scream Hallelujah. There is the Day, Night, Extra Night, Super Night types of pads. And what for, I think it's plain to say. It's already suggested by the names given to it.

The thing I find really really maddening is the intense pain that is brought about by the cramping of the uterus (AKA period cramps). The lining of the uterus produces a hormone called prostaglandin.

This hormone causes the uterus to contract, or tighten, which can cause cramping. Severe cramps may have higher-than-normal levels of this hormone, or one may be more sensitive to it. The degree of 'irritability' vary from woman to woman and from cycle to cycle, so really, beware of the choices of words you use when dealing with the woman. She may just prance on you and bite your head off.

And to some extent, one would illustrate having a menstrual cycle to that of watching or even experiencing your own horror flick. True enough, the searing, agonizing, torment the female has to go through - it's a hundred times worser than sitting through a blabbering session of some insufferable little intellectual-i-memorise-the-encyclopedia kid - you can basically beg for mercy from the 'upper force'.

Now you boys may be sniggering quietly to yourself whenever some girl 'leaks', but please, it's not like the body prepares us in advance and gives us a countdown before the cycle starts to explode. So please be understanding. It's equally embarrassing and tiresome for us to face this.

Of course, if I could, I would blatantly question the advantages or perks of having a menstrual cycle to the one who created us. Seriously. WHAT HAVE WE DONE TO DESERVE THIS CRUEL SENTENCE.

Do we really need to feel pain every damn month so that we are fit to reproduce 10, 20 years down the road? And it isn't very nice to be associated with Jekyl and Hyde when mood swings escalate.

Its terribly inconsiderate. Our wardrobe choices have to be altered when the cycle comes. We can't do water sports - which is really frustrating! Of course, there are tampons, but who wants to stick something up your personal private anatomy.

Why bleed. Why blood. Can't it be extra faecal production instead - but that wouldn't be nice wouldn't it. I guess the creator of us Homo sapiens thought Blood to be the most suitable and humane choice.

Excessive urine is terribly inconsiderate. So are tears, sweat, body odour.. But why not the increase in rate of growth of our nails or hair? Ain't that a much more feasible medium? INSTEAD OF BLOOD.

The wonders of woman-ville huh? Count your lucky stars you boys. Seriously.

2007-09-15T20:48:00.000+08:00

WHY FART AND WASTE IT WHEN YOU CAN BURP AND TASTE IT!

Personally. I'd rather fart. Really. (And let the other person smell it!)

I wouldn't want to taste the mashed up and churned-together Mos Burger, Kimbab, Biscuits and 100 Plus I had that day. GEE WHIZ. I think it would have a sour taste to it. HMMMM...

And recognition has finally dawned on me... AGAIN. As if I'm not recovering from the shock of the academic and technological advancements of our platinum age of progressive civilisation, this ASTOUNDING new fact had to come along and shock the little brain cells out of me. (You can practically hear them pop!):

FART IS JUST AN ACRONYM FOR FLATULENCE! (Thanks to Nic for the spelling check!) IT AIN'T JUST FART ALONE! I was pleasantly shocked too when I researched on Fart. Don't ask why I did, I just thought it might be interesting to look it up on Wikipedia since the 'Why Fart and Waste It, When you can Burp and Taste It' philosophy came across me.

Flatus is expelled under pressure through the anus, whereby, as a result of the voluntary or involuntary tensing of the anal sphincter, the rapid evacuation of gases from the lower intestine occurs. Depending upon the relative state of the sphincter (relaxed/tense) and the positions of the buttocks, this often results in an audible crackling or trumpeting sound, but gas can also be passed quietly.

The non-odorous gases are mainly nitrogen, carbon dioxide and hydrogen, as well as lesser amounts of oxygen and methane.

(EH, healthy for plants leh. Fart more. There's Carbon Dioxide in your flatus. OH yes, next time you need to fart, please do it in front of the plant, so the plant will be able to 'suck in' your terrible released-body-stench and let out Oxygen, so that there will be a CONSIDERATE SUPPLY OF FRESH AIR FOR THE PEOPLE AROUND YOU)

The noises commonly associated with flatulence are caused by the vibration of the anal sphincter, and not by the buttocks. (People whom worry about their buttocks, be GRATEFUL THEY ARE NOT ADDING TO THE EMBARRASMENT)

The sound varies depending on the tightness of the sphincter muscle and velocity of the gas being propelled, as well as other factors such as water and body fat.

Among humans, farting sometimes happens accidentally, voluntarily elicited by tensing the rectum. (SO PLEASE TRY TO BE UNDERSTANDING IF THE PERSON NEXT TO YOU FARTS SUDDENLY)

So yes, I admit, I do fart, erm, unintentionally. Unless you're a plant lah.

But hey. Nothing can compare to looking at the guy swimming in front of you suddenly having bubbles popping out from the back of his swimming trunks. It's entirely embarrassing. THAT GUY BETTER BE GRATEFUL for the fact that I had the heart to not POINT AND LAUGH at his face and go, 'I KNOW WHAT YOU DID IN THE POOL! HEH HEH HEH!'

Humans are also known to flatulate during sleep, largely due to the relaxed state of body muscles, which results in the average person flatulating about 10-20 times through any given night.
(Don't be mean and go fluff the bedsheet over your partner or your dog - if you happen to be sleeping with one)

As a normal body function, the action of flatulence is an important signal of NORMAL BOWEL ACTIVITY. (However, symptoms of excessive flatulence can indicate the presence of irritable bowel syndrome or some other organic disease.)

(So People, IT'S OKAY TO FART!!! IT'S OKAY, DON'T BE SO BLOODY SELF CONSCIOUS. IT'S A GOOD SIGN! If the person next to you gives you the funny eye and starts sniggering at your 'trumpeting sound', you know you can retort back and say, 'I HAVE NORMAL BOWEL MOVEMENT, do you???'

And if they haven't farted for that day, you know you can smirk to yourself, hoping to yourself they have abnormal bowel movement, and they will be at the hospital the next day for excessive diarrhoea/ constipation.)

Flatulence is not poisonous (WHEW!) ; it is a natural component of various intestinal contents. However, discomfort may develop from the build-up of gas pressure. In theory, pathological distension of the bowel, leading to constipation, could result if a person holds in flatus. (SO, LET IT OUT, IT NEEDS TO BE FREE.)

So in conclusion, Fart all you want, whenever you want.

But please, let it out at the right place, at the right time and with the right people (that is, if you decide to hold a farting competition).

Don't fart in front of your classmates, lest they give you the funny eye and start calling you fart-o-maniac or stinky-butt behind your back.

2007-09-07T21:48:00.000+08:00

STOP FEEDING THE FISHES!!!

Yes, to those whom are guilty of packaging Gardenia or SUNSHINE bread whenever you make your trip to reservoirs or nature reserves, this post goes out to you.

Well, guess what, just a gentle reminder your SUNSHINE bread becomes a cloud of DARK THUNDER storm of DOOM for the monkeys. Yes.

AND THERE IS NO UMBRELLA-ELLAS-ELLAS FOR THEM TO STAND UNDER WHEN THIS 'ANTICIPATION OF PERCIPITATION' COMES POURING DOWN.

(I realised I've been talking about death for my previous post too. To make it clear, I really don't have an obsession with death or the million thousands of levels of hell for that matter, it's just that, I DON'T WANT MONKEYS TO DIE OKAY! I'M A MONKEY. SO, I'm sure you don't want me to die right?)

Avoid feeding, harassing or capturing any wild animal!

I was jogging at the MacRitchie hike trail today, and when my legs and lungs decided to send signals informing me of their exasperation, I took a break by resting at the really nice - but surrounded by monkeys - shelter hut.

Because the rubbish bin is conveniently located next to the hut, I had this 'unsoundness of the mind' manifest that the monkeys might attack me any moment, demanding food like imperiously wanting ransom money. (So I was constantly on my guard)

Anyway, so back to the story, while I was resting, this family - i presume - had their packaged bread with them, and to my horror, they started grabbing it's contents and throwing them out to the reservoir! TO MY HORROR. Really.

And the most annoying ironic thing was, there was this 'No Feeding' sign just 20 metres away.

First of all, they didn't bother to like, cut the bread into smaller or decorative chunks or pieces for easier consumption. But never mind that. That's not the point.

SECONDLY, they are NOT SUPPOSED TO FEED THEM. You should have seen how violent the fishes were. And the monkeys were all calling out to their clans and cliques and babies to gather around the humans to await and see if there's any goodies in place for them.

They were really fast, they zoomed past me and ran all the way to the bread-family!

(If I were the monkey, I'd easily gather a group of 30 of my fellow monkey-nians and attack the family and snatch their Gardenia bread)

I know it's fun seeing how the fishes gobble up the food you 'GRACIOUSLY' bought for them. But let the National Parks Board handle this and feed them. If the authorities didn't care about their fishes, and not bother to feed them, you'll see floating fishes already.

And mind you, there are children in third world countries who need food supplies and everyday necessities. Instead of ignorantly and selfishly heck-caring about the rules of 'STRICTLY NO FEEDING', I suggest you use your GARDENIA-BREAD-MONEY and do some GOOD CAUSE by donating it to charity or helping out in some purposeful voluntary work.

I understand that it's PAINFUL AND OVERBEARINGLY BURDENING for one to look into the poor sad grim eyes of the monkeys, and it's almost impossible not to think of buying a bunch of bananas for them.

But, LET THE PROFESSIONALS HANDLE THIS. If the monkeys were THAT hungry, they'd be attacking you, or eating their own breed for that matter. LET THE PROFESSIONALS HANDLE THIS - I cannot stress any further on this.

When animals learn that humans can provide a cheap and easy food source, that they can boldly forage for human food, nuisance behavior, and risks to human safety are a concern.

"People" food is not formulated for animal consumption. Foods manufactured for humans are rarely nutritionally adequate for animals and may cause serious health problems.

Animals who become dependent on human food sources may gather in abnormally large numbers, aiding the spread of disease. Unnatural crowding and competition may result when wild animals gather together for food handouts from people.

YOU DON'T WANT MONKEYS TO RULE THE SINGAPORE GOVERNMENT NOW DON'T YOU?????? AND YOU SURELY SURELY DON'T WANT ANOTHER SEQUEL OF 'THE PLANET OF THE APES'.

Whether you encounter wildlife, remember that feeding wild animals — no matter how cute or hungry they seem — can often result in more harm than good. While coaxing a wild animal into close proximity with tidbits from your picnic or backyard barbecue may seem harmless enough, the long-term consequences of those actions are often disastrous — for both animals and people.

2007-09-03T11:00:00.000+08:00

I'm really annoyed.

I've really had enough of your childish nonsense. Do you think I FIND IT FUNNY the way YOU think it's funny? Hell it ain't. Why do you have to keep chasing and bugging me?

Everytime I tell you to get lost, you still come back. And you keep on asking your friends to check on my whereabouts. DO YOU EVEN HAVE THE SLIGHTEST CONSIDERATION FOR MY PERSONAL PRIVACY???

And at this point of time, you'd probably think I'm insulting, irrationally publicly defaming someone who has been on my case.

WHY DON'T YOU JUST DIE. DIE YOU BUNCH OF DRAGONS, ZOMBIES AND SPIDERS!!!!! STAY AWAY FROM ME.

Yea. I am. But it's not a SOMEONE, it's a SOMETHING.

It's the highly-animated-adrenaline-rush visual playstation 2 game, Resident Evil 4 i'm talking about and annoyed with. Dang, it's one heck of a game people!!! (Especially if it's your exams coming up in a month's time and you really need something to get the pressure out.)

So whatever I just complained about in the aforementioned was really directed to this this evil with-hoodie-over-his-pale-faced guy who keeps sending his allies (zombies and spiders and what-nots) to chase Leon, AKA the person handling the remote. (the protagonist)

The perks of the game:

You get to slay these with-their-eyes-bulging-out-dragons! AND AND AND the BEST PART is, once you kill the dragon (which is highly difficult, because you need to kill the deformed-blue-coloured-midget controlling the dragon, and the dragon's weird tentacles) you get 50000 smackaroos worth of gold coins!!!!!!!

Then you can go to this masked-hunchback-appear-out-of-nowhere-and-god-knows-how-he-can-be-still-alive-while-i-am-dying-all-the-time-that-i-have-to-go-back-to-the-beginning-of-that-particular-chapter-to-restart-my-mission MERCHANT, and then you can buy a rocket launcher worth 30000 gold coins to kill the 'big boss' in the end! WOO HOO!!!!

Secondly, you get to shoot (using your TMP gun - see, I have gained intricate knowledge of deathly machinery!!) zombies!

And let me tell you, LET ME TELL YOU, These zombies have issues. Really. They have major problems. Once you blast their heads off, it's NOT OVER!!

These medusa-like HEADS just SPRING OUT and attempt to bite your head off, like the venus flytrap or pitcher plants or something like that. Talk about infusing greek mythology with these RP (Role-Playing) GAMES!

Mom, Dad, brother and I gathered around the living room one afternoon to well, 'play' resident evil. What a great family teamwork bonding event huh? (:
So, our mission: To help our dad - who's controlling the remote - get to the end of every chapter.

Mom: Using her mother-psychic-read-your-mind-and-predict-your-every-move abilities to help strategise.

Brother: Helps dad and takes over the remote PRONTO when my dad is struggling with his monster slaying.

Me: Well, I play the most important part. I PROVIDE the tension and suspense by adding unnecessary uncalled-for screaming and shrieking.

Trust me, these bursts of shrieks DON'T COME INTENTIONALLY, THEY COME SPONTANEOUSLY. I feel so proud of myself, my brother said I've made the game 'more scary/more kan cheong'.

Hey, whatever it takes to make our money worth man.. (:

Me: DADDY, USE THE BLAST GUN! USE THE BLAST GUN FOR GOODNESS SAKE! KILL THE ZOMBIE! BEHIND YOU BEHIND YOU! KILL KILL KILL! (I can be THAT drama)

Dad: WHAT BLAST GUN? I DON'T HAVE A BLAST GUN!!

Me: THE GUN WHERE YOU CAN 'BLAST' THEIR HEADS OFF ALL AT ONE GO THAT GUN!

Brother: It's called the shot gun, Andrea.

Me: JUST KILL THEM! BEHIND YOU! WHAT ARE YOU DOING DADDY! SENSE OF URGENCY PLEASE! USE THE SHOT GUN!

Dad: [FINALLY CHANGES Gun and shoots the zombies and prepares for the next batch of zombies]

Me: Can you please check your perimeters? LOOK UP!

Me: DADDY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? USE THE GUN, WHY ARE YOU USING THE KNIFE?!??

Dad: But it's fun!

Me: You're going to die.

Dad: [Still slaying the zombie with the measly knife]

Me: You're going to die.

[DEAD]

GEE WHIZ!!

Anyhoo, the whole purpose of the game is to save this girl who keeps on screaming 'Leon! Leon! Leon!' (Leon's the guy we are RPG-ing) And my brother says this girl keeps giving him problems.

So after killing the big dragon-with-midget, we completed one chapter. And we were kinda nearing the end already, and we were really sad and disappointed that it would be coming to an end.

Mom: So fast already?
Dad: Don't worry, there's Resident Evil 2! (He doesn't know it's 4)
Brother: 2??? This is FOUR already!

Actually, the thing I don't get about this game - sorry for being so skeptical - is that how do all these 'herbs' appear out of nowhere, or why does every wooden barrel seem to have some hidden treasure in it?

I mean, seriously, if this game were to be translated into reality, do you think the castle would have these tons and tons of barrels of treasure and herbs around for you to boost your health??!?!

And next, why does this merchant always appear out of nowhere with his goodies we are suppose to buy/sell? Doesn't he get slayed by the zombies or by the midgets? I don't think the zombies buy ammo or guns or launchers from him though, because all they seem to be carrying is just chainsaws and well, choppers.

Oh well, I guess whatever it takes to keep me alive then (:

So yea, I would recommend this game for a good family bonding session, or even a way to destress, never underestimate the wonders of technology!! (The major drawback of which, is that emotional degrees cannot be fully expressed, and people tend to misintepret)

Resident Evil 4:

Six years have passed since Raccoon City was destroyed and the government has dismantled the Umbrella Corporation from the inside-out. But the terror is not over. Now a U.S. Agent, former Raccoon Police Officer Leon Kennedy has been dispatched on a mission to Europe to save the President's daughter from a "crazed organization" that bares a striking behavioral resemblance to creatures found in the Arklay Mountains. Is there a connection between these foes and the horrible nightmares from the past? Discover the answer for yourself in Resident Evil 4, the first truly three-dimensional installment of the series.

2007-09-01T19:20:00.001+08:00

Code RED: I swallowed my band!!!

The ortho band I mean, the one where you are suppose to like, hook it around the braces to bring the tooth into correct orientation.

Yea, that one. I swallowed FIVE in fact.

I have this paranoia that something might just happen to me, and next thing you know, I'm in the hospital's surgical unit.

And Goodness, what with the amazing chemical reactions and bonding processes that takes place in my stomach, the bands might just decide to collaborate and form a WHOLE NEW SPHINCTER, and my alimetary canal becomes a scientific revolution or something. WOW.

But dad says it will like, come out through faecal matter. Although I have no intention in analysing my poop or dissecting it to check if it really passed out.

I guess I shall let nature take its course.

I'll be removing my braces this month. Or so according to the dentist. I will miss you darling braces. And thus, I shall pay you a tribute:

You have made my life really colourful yet so difficult (what with all the colour combinations). Thank you for being a fashion statement. In times of coordination, when I need you to match with my outfit, you've been there.

And you have put me through all this painful pulling and pushing, yanking and contractions, I owe you one dear braces, for the many times I couldn't munch on chicken wings, apples, or any food that requires exertion on the jaws, that I had to rely on fish porridge, chicken porridge, minced-pork porridge, and porridge after porridge.

Most importantly, thank you for the nice straight teeth you have been attached to work on so dutifully. You have been a hard worker.

Thank you. (:

2007-08-10T10:32:00.000+08:00

THE HYPERREALITY we constantly are disillusioned by - and we don't even know it. We are LIVING IN A WORLD FULL OF LIES.

This post contains great reference to the recent fetish, the High School Musical movie. So for those who wish to disagree or protest due to any form of insult you find that might defame your Zac Efron/ Vanessa Hudgens, I suggest you stop reading right about NOW.

Like NOW. Don't get me wrong though. I watched HSM, I liked it. Really, I did! I think I practically loved it as well.

I jumped to the beat, I sang along with the tunes, you could have thought I was really this over-aged disney fanatic. But after 10 minutes of realising that I was clearly in FANTASY, I say, let's check back on reality people. If I ever do watch it again, I'll probably just grab a handful of popcorn and throw it towards the screen, proclaiming my dissatisfaction.

Why all this hubba hubba? Let me reilliterate this paragraph from my Language Arts notes:

"In the postmodern era, we are constantly bombarded by images and ideas from the media, advertising and the Internet. The media presents ideal models of homes, relationships, fashion, art, music. And these models become how we determine our perception of reality and what is real. This creates a world of HYPERREALITY where the distinctions between real and unreal are blurred"

You see, we have been hypnotised by Zac and Vanessa!!!!

Okay, I'm here to just make my point of view across. I am not some crazy biased insane guy-with-beard-and-robe trying to tell you that HSM has been the evil doings of the devil.

You can still watch, I would still watch it!

Don't you realise that teen actors like Hilary Duff/ Lindsay Lohan etc. have just created this world of imaginativeness, created a UTOPIA of their very own, where they lure innocent children and teens into their realm of fairyland!?!??!

Like come on, what are the chances of :

1. Me meeting this really attractive guy at this beach holiday and getting to sing karaoke with him.

2. The SAME guy transferring to MY school.

3. Me being a Math genius.

4. My whole school doing dance organisations and singing out loud with me.

AND

5. The guy's CCA mates telling him to dump the Math Genius girl, and filming it and showing it to the girl

But HEY, that's just me. That's JUST ME. I don't know about you, but I really don't get these "Teen-Scene" movies.

REALLY! Like come on world, rather, COME ON PEOPLE, REFLECT REALITY. Do you think everytime we head to the beach, we see this really hot dude running down the shore with his wakeboard, long blonde locks and charming blue eyes? I'm in Singapore for goodness sake. There is NO wave.

Sam said: Maybe whatever is shown is just life compressed into minutes, or maybe prince charming was just right before your eyes, but with the absence of that dramatic style. Or maybe, your outfit wasn't right?

Makes sense. Thanks Sam. (:

I thought we're living in this fast-paced lifestyle generation, can't they fast forward the whole process then? So now I am left to believe the next time I head to Bintan or Pulau Redang for my holiday getaway, I'll be singing Karaoke with the guy of my dreams.

Great. How ROMANTIC. I shall look forward for that very day to come.

Do you still remember Dove's campaign for REAL BEAUTY? Where they go on telling us about how all the models on the billboards are all digitally enhanced and that in real life they have cellulite TOO; that our perception of beauty has been distorted, and they aim to change the status quo and offer in its place a broader, healthier, more democratic view of beauty???

Still remember that?

You know what. I should do a collaboration with Dove, this time not for REAL BEAUTY. But a campaign to get a REAL LIFE.

Stop lying you HSM/Cinderella Story/Freaky Friday producers. It's a SIN!!!!!!

Nonetheless:

Prince Charming/ Guy of my dreams/ Love of my life, I am waiting for you in the karaoke room at the beach resort. YOU BETTER HAVE A GOOD VOICE.

2007-08-09T23:25:00.000+08:00

I am a FISH. A CRUSTACEAN.

And I'm in this Chinese Restaurant.

As yet I have no name, all I know is that I was once a RESPECTABLE fish with my individual rights and my individual freedom, in my coral reef in rainbow-ed Australia.

Remember, I said, I WAS. Past tense!

Yes. I was minding MY OWN BUSINESS, then! I chanced upon this really weird - or so they say - HUMAN, with the centre of his face (i presume) unnaturally protuding out.

This protrubence left me incredibly disturbed. I have met one fish too many, but never have I met a creature that disfigured.

The next thing I knew, I felt dizzy and blacked out. When I came to, I was in this really terribly furnished hexagonal enclosed area, I kept banging into this really weird invisible shield that prevented me from crossing and moving ahead!

Then I remembered my elders telling us stories about aliens creating this 'shield' to prevent easy crossovers or invasions from the OTHER WORLD, which holds gigantic structures that captures human beings from the wee hours in the morning, only letting them go off - in a hurry - at 5pm.

I guess the reefs in Australia have these 'shields' too, just that they are much much further apart to allow us room and personal space..

It was too blue. MY EYES - the terrible contrasting colours! It was so not SEA-ISH mind you. I shall not sucuumb to this degradement. NADA! This demoralising and unsultry atmosphere has led me to conclude that these (whatever you call them) HUMAN BEINGS are the most selfish creatures ever known.

To think that they could just capture us, terrorise our land of peace and harmony (we call it the FISH-DOM), and place us in some uncomely repugnant cave, for us to be exhibited to even more hideous deformed beings of theirs. I want to go back to my coral reef.

I heard from the rest of the captives that we will soon be caught and fried and eaten.

NOW, THESE HUMANS believe in CANABALISM!!

OH LORD. How could you let me suffer in this misery. Without even a decent farewell to my family, you have left me to reflect upon my sins, constantly cursing myself and that little voice in my head.

OH LORD. My other poor friends seemed alright with it, they seemed too tired to even bother with anything. Maybe the depression and despair has really gotten the better of them.

However, I am going to keep faith, I am going to LEAD my tear-drunk friends to enlightenment! I swam to a corner whereby everyone could see me clearly (we were NOT organising a formation of ANY kind - to the ignorance of you selfish human beings who found it amusing),

I declared: 'To maintain our own parental love and to enjoy our beautiful family life, we, the fish-race, must engage in total war upon all humans!! We have no choice but to exterminate them. I think it is a very reasonable proposition so long we work together as a team!!!

[Silence]

No one apparently agreed with me. The eel, muttered under his breath 'YA RIGHT', the crabs, laughed, but with agony and disappointment through their eyes. It was really apparent that we had no choice. The humans were everywhere.

The monstrous beings. They even brought their young ones to see us suffer. TRAINING THEIR OWN BREED FROM such an innocent age, so that they can be even more cruel and resistant to the guilt and to the sympathy.

The world is screwed.

At least if I die, I will die a PROUD FISH. A PROUD ONE. My soul shall return to the waters of Australia, and I will tell my juniors to fight for their rights. Fight for the future of OUR species. FIGHT with all your might you FISH-RIGHTS-ACTIVISTS!!!

Oh Poop. The member of the most ferocious human species - they call him 'chef' - came face to face with me.

Goodbye cruel hungry world.

P.S To the hungry losers: May you who eat me choke on my fishbones.

2007-07-15T09:49:00.000+08:00

Look at that Ah Lian.

That's what we say huh?

But before we actually CAN even consider someone an AH LIAN, WHAT is an Ah Lian to be exact? Is there any proper definition of THE AH LIAN? We are so used to stereotyping, that ONE LOOK at that curtain-like frinch,

Yep, SHE'S AN AH LIAN.

But NOT EVERYONE with a long frinch is an AH LIAN right?!??!

It ain't credible to point at the poor girl and say, 'SNIP IT OFF YOU LIAN!'

What type of frinches then DO belong to an Ah Lian then? Is it one which completely emofies (or so that's what most of us MODERN youths say) their image, like they are in the next major motion horror film or something?

Or the really taiwanese-jap-CYNDI (URGH!!!! CYNDI! URGH) - JOLIN TSAI presumably 'act cute' look?

(I'm really sorry, I have this grudge against Cyndi)

Then again, JAPANESE AND WELL, TAIWANESE ARE AH LIANS?!?!?!? We can't say that right???

I admit, I DO have my personal definitions of Ah Lians.

What would YOU consider to be an Ah Lian?

Someone who has no proper civilisation at all, whose usage of high-pitched-shrieky hokkien (mostly vulgar) can put a shame to my Canton dialect?

Then again, don't we so-called 'English Speaking' people use the word F*ck so ever frequently? Where's OUR civilisation in that as well eh?

Could an Ah Lian be considered one with that horrendous colour combination and sense of style that seems to be really ridiculous? Could it be their mode of self-expression and their belief and promotion of INDIVIDUALITY?

It's true you know, society ALWAYS follow trends, these so called Ah Lians are the people whom we should really look up too! Their 'weird' fashion sense MIGHT be the next hoo ha! (For all we know)

Here's what I found in HANDY DANDY WIKIPEDIA, I hope it might help.

They are regarded as bimbos, and are stereotyped as anti-intellectual, superficial, materialistic, and shallow.

Ah Lians are commonly stereotyped as having hair dyed in gaudy and bright colours, and attired in fashion mimicking hip-hop culture, although how much of this is true is debatable.

The Ah Lian "culture" is especially prevalent in the secular Chinese educational system schools, typified by their frequent use of vulgarities and appearance in cliques (joined by their male counter parts Ah Bengs).

Ah Lians commonly speak in a kind of hybrid mix of Singlish or Manglish and Chinese, or Chinese-related dialects.

It is also common for the grammar from these dialects to cross over English usage, creating English phrases with Chinese grammar.

The point is, regardless of the leg-raising-showing-off-of-unnecessary-pieces-of-cloth that we commonly associate them with, we should be one big happy family!!

(Suddenly I feel like I am doing some lets-get-together-in-harmony collaboration in lieu of National Day... HMMMMM...)

2007-07-11T21:30:00.000+08:00

I'm going to take a break from Literature now. It's driving me nuts.

I'm still contemplating:

Whether the character in the poem is actually DYING, and reminiscing of his younger days (my intepretation), or whether he likes his mother in THAT romantic sense (according to Kai Liang), OR if he's actually fighting for respect in his community (which sounds the most credible analysis to me).

Goodness gracious.

Well guys, like Miss Yadav said, no analysis is a perfect analysis!
All the more I should be getting an 'A' for my essays right?

Then I digressed, thinking about how money makes the world go round again.

My saving-up-money project has taken a really big toll on me. But oh well, sacrifices one have to make for their desires. I ACTUALLY have to resist my devilish shopping pangs.

Wouldn't it be great if we had a money DUPLICATING machine?
It's like, slot whatever note you have (I would strongly suggest slotting a 50 - or more - dollar note, if you actually have been thinking of duplicating your purple 2 dollar notes, well, HAPPY SHOPPING my friend),
*press the green big juicy button*

AND WHOOSAH.

Thousands of smackaroos. Yay

But alas, my fairy godmother shall not let me do that.
It's illegal! Morally incorrect and selfish!
That's why 'she' insists on me scrimping and saving up the PROPER way. Great. What a wonderful world. (At least apples are healthy snacks for breaks nowadays)

2007-06-22T16:46:00.001+08:00

I'm going to start saving money.
Seriously.
I've done up a plan:

I shall drink plain water in school and not buy packets of ribena or bottles of green tea anymore.
Hmmm, I shall not buy snacks, tidbits or ice cream whenever I go out.

I have to save up for so many things.
Money. Gee whiz.
It's fun only when you have the ACTUAL real thing.

Mika's songs are HAPPY songs.
Seriously, they brighten up your day! (:

Out with the EMONESS people, IN with LOVE.

FUNERAL FOR A FRIEND is coming to Singapore!!!!! Yay!

2007-06-18T20:47:00.001+08:00

Lit Project Meeting Random Topic: SHIZZLE MA' NIZZLE?

We were discussing about what Shizzle Ma Nizzle ACTUALLY meant, because we were quite curious why people thump their chests and then blurt out: Shizzle Ma Nizzle YO!

Went online to check, turns out there is an URBAN DICTIONARY, of all the possible slangs and what have you. And this is what came up (pardon the language if you DO find the definition a little coarse):

"fo shizzle ma nizzle" is a bastardization of "fo' sheezy mah neezy" which is a bastardization of "for sure mah nigga" which is a bastdardization of "I concur with you whole heartedly my African american brother"

Why can't they just say, 'I agree'. Makes things so much easier! Gee whiz. Boy oh boy. You WOULD be ever so surprised by the shizzies and nizzies you can find in the urban dictionary.

Other terms of interesting bastardization: fo' shiggedy, fo' shiggity, fo' shirganoff, fo' shizzle ma infidizzle, fo' no cheezy.

You feeling me, hommie?

MORE IMPORTANT THINGS NEXT:

TAXI DRIVER ALERT!!!!

Oh dear me. The dreadful unspeakable news. Cab-bers, BEWARE!!! I just have to post about this weird incident. It has left me traumatised!

And so, I was cab-bing to Laguna after Lit Project meeting. I had the shock of my life when I got into the cab. I wasn't most disgusted by the long hair the driver had, neither his long fingernails decorated with gold rings after gold rings. (Uncles have a funny attraction towards shiny sparkling things!!!)

More DISTRESSINGLY,
his whole taxi was covered with HELLO KITTY MAGNETS, PETER PAN STICKERS, TINKERBELL FIGURINES, BIG CATS!

MEDIUM CATS!

SMALL CATS!

MINIATURE CATS!

MACRO-MINI/ NANO CATS

AND MORE DEMONIC HELLO KITTIES!!!!

MEOW MEOW?

Oh, and a picture of himself under his steering wheel.

Everywhere I looked, there were these little dolls (I have a phobia of dolls) staring at me!!! EVEN THE HANDLES!

What has the world of uncle-hood come to? NORMAL cabbies talk about their long tired days or keep quiet. Uncles don't indulge in DISNEY and cartoon characters, forces his passengers to look at pictures of himself, and play horrible CHINESE OPERA MUSIC!!! NOOOO!

This is so much freak-ier than ANY horror movie.

If you are wondering why there are so many 8s and 9s number tags, that's his cab number =.=

Those colourful things, yes, they are small miniature figurines.

See the CAT STICKERS on his roof!!!!!!!!

I actually got so worried something might happen to me midway through the journey I actually took down his license plate number and name.

I doubt his kids (if he even has any) arranged them THAT neatly, even if he was a father, I refuse to accept the fact that he would actually even let his kids go to such an extent, knowing that he has to maintain a professional responsible image to his customers, and not make them question his present-time psychological state/ personal likes and interests.

I might be paranoid, but these figurines, pictures, number tags and stickers MUST tell you something about him. I am not implying he is paedophilic or anything, but one was BE wary.

I'm totally serious here.

2007-06-15T20:33:00.000+08:00

And so. I've mentioned that I am NOT a cooking person. My mom says I'm weird, because she LOVED to cook when she was my age.

Well, those genes have unfortunately, GONE TO MY BROTHER. Great.

So is she implying that I cannot cook? Even my own mom doubts my expertise in the cooking field.

And then it comes to grocery-shopping. Clothes shopping YES, but shopping for dead fish, and just choosing which crab/fish/marine life you wish to torture next, or watch the ladies grind the bloody red meat, tossing them up in the air and being OK with it, I just want to go home.

Seriously.

Here's a collage of my wonderful exciting trip to the super-mart one day. I was actually forced to go, according to my dad:

Dad: FOLLOW AND LEARN.
Andrea: Learn?
Dad: How is your husband going to survive next time? (He has my future planned!)
Andrea: He cook lor.
Daddy: No no, go and change now, we have groceries to shop for NOW.

WHEE, how enchanting:

Imagine how many trees they had to chop down....

FINALLY! Something that catches my eye: RIBENA!!!!!!!!!!!! I heard there's high sugar content in it though. Yikes.

Go green people. Save the Earth. SAVE THE EARTH!!!!!!!!!

Promotion: The future-house-husband. (With demanding sister-in-law together with that package) A chef anyone?

The SNACK trolley! Holidays = Junk food baby! (: (: (:

Yay. Brocs. My fav. Actually, second to spinach.

Poor Fishes. (They stink though)

This is worse than Hannibal Rising or Saw or Shutter, i mean, we are DISPLAYING CORPSES. What in the world is going on?

Where's the justice?!?!??!?! Poor fishes.

The crabs were even worse. The crab-catchers/eaters/crabmongers used strings to tie their pincers together, they can't move, only allowed to struggle while they pile up one after their very own species.

They cannot escape, neither can they wail or scream and express their sufferings (do crabs even make noises at all????) , all they CAN do is stare helplessly and afraid at us human beings, at US, while we pick the strongest and meat-iest of the lot, the weak and the young thrown back to fend for themselves while they long for their loved ones in agony.

The chosen ones shall then be hammered and boiled, till their heart stops beating, and then go to crab-heaven.

This is madness. What have we been teaching children these days? TO BE MURDERERS?!?!?!? WHAT HAPPENED TO THE CIVICS AND MORAL EDUCATION THE MOE HAS BEEN STRESSING ON ALL THIS WHILE!??!?!?!?!?

It's really a huge pity Crabs don't have individual crabby rights.

ANYWAY. Let's not talk depressed anymore. Change topic:

Then I was thinking. What should I be when I grow up?

I want to take on as many holiday jobs as possible, venture and experience the great wonders of money-making. (:

So another POSSIBLE add on to my starbucks-esprit-promoter-list:

GROCERY-MART CASHIER-PLASTIC-BAG LADY!!!!

I get to scan the price tags, handle cash, SORT (Ooh! Organising!!!!!!!!! Yay!) the groceries out, and get staff discount on my Snacks.

Why not? For experience, hell, I'll take it.

2007-06-08T16:50:00.000+08:00

1. Sushi Tei is expensive. Chawamusi costs $4. And I am not shopping for the next two weeks because my wallet's dehydrating. Sara and Justine: Salmon is weird! :-S

2. Zodiac's a really long and boring movie, although The Straits Times gave it a 4.5 rating, It's bad okay. We were staring at the screen, totally blank, waiting for it to end, and people left halfway. I rather buy the book to get a clearer understanding. 'No Vacancy' looks good.

3. Glittery white shiny CAPS are not cool. Especially if you wear them for Golf, and especially if you are a boy.

4. I'm beginning to love NUM tees and havannas. Yet, hate their prices. 'Little Miss Sunshine' shirts can cost 59 smackaroos!

5. I need more polos and shorts: Golf Fashion has taken another leap forward, seriously. (MY WALLET!!!!)

6. What's up with Paris Hilton? Seriously! Totally degrading the stand females today take, I mean, JUST SERVE YOUR SENTENCE! This ain't a publicity stunt please. And why does she need to be taken extra care of? Just because she's a heiress? She's in prison for goodness sake!!!

2007-05-29T20:23:00.000+08:00

Yay. Holidays are here. That means I'm back to blogging. Whoopee Doodle.

1. FINE! I AM ADDICTED TO GREY'S ANATOMY. There! I said it. IT HAS GOT ME INSANE. I think George deserves better, and Alex should stay with Olivia (somehow) and BAILEY is so cool, and Yang should really start appreciating Burke!

2. Despite my initial 'wide-eye-face-cringe' relationship with Mika, I have decided to change my opinion of him. Although 'Grace Kelly' got me questioning a lot of personal facts about him, HECK, HE GOT ME SINGING TO 'LOVE TODAY'

3. Seriously, some golf courses SHOULD really practice course MANAGEMENT AND LAYOUT. It gives the golfers a terribly hard time especially if the fairway is in TWO COLOURS. I mean, the course is practically dried up! Gracious me.

2007-04-28T20:56:00.000+08:00

Open House was alright. Although turn-out rate didn't TURN OUT as expected, at least, like what yiling said, 'quality over quantity'. We did try our best!

And lunch was a super crappy affair.

Nicole and Ching May.

OH BOY. Put these two together, you know what you'll get.

Utter randomness and insanity.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Andrea: I need the washroom!

Ching May: *Shoves an empty STARBUCKS VENTI cup right in front of my face*

Andrea: NO WAY!

(SEE, I TOLD YOU! RANDOM!!!)

2007-04-26T20:14:00.001+08:00

It's LAO YU SHENG.

NOT LAO YU SHENG!

I keep pronouncing it so ANG-MO-NISED-LY for chinese drama. This is not good.

(We are doing up a Chinese play as part of our Chinese curriculum)

My chinese roots have already dissipated into thin air.

But then again, haven't we (present-day society) lost our culture as well?
Some say we have to be open about advancements and improvements to everything that is around us, don't be so conservative, don't be so old fashioned, don't be so conformed.

So much so that we really forget where our culture and roots lie. HOW MANY of us actually can confidently say that they know how to speak our dialect FLUENTLY???

ANYWAY,

Hope nothing goes wrong with the 'final showdown' tomorrow.

My drama-ism is haunting and screaming at me.

I miss drama. Danny's colourful handkerchiefs; The ups and downs of team spirit we faced. And ooh la la, the costumes and make up!!!

I miss that whole bunch of wacky drama queens and kings, I miss Danny (Coach), I WANT DRAMA!!!!

GIVE ME DRAMA!

It's good to have a little self-expression at times.
Rather, why are we so embarrassed when we have to 'act'.

Why can't everyone just stand up and crazily dance to ABBA.

I miss that.

I miss that dancing to the 'High School Musical' soundtrack.

Until our hair's messy and we start sweating and the teachers and students from the neighbouring classes come by to the Drama Studio and tell us to shut up and be considerate civilised beings.

'Cos you are the dancing queen' - The English Literary Drama and Debate Society, Zhonghua Secondary School.

2007-04-25T22:11:00.000+08:00

Guess I really need to start prioritising and being enthusiastic all over again about lessons.

Apparently, a lot of the enthusiasm is gone somehow.
No, not academically.
Guess a little maturity is needed when you're 15 already.
But then again, you let your hair down too much at times.

I finally bought the tickets for dramanite today. I mean, what for go when the actually 'star' of the show is going to be backstage doing props right? Oh well, can't let drama down (:

Filming of videomaniac - My singlish sounds so wrong!!! GRAH! The overexcessive amounts of LAH, LEH, LOR, HOR, SIA, WL... AH, it drives us crazy!!! And I need help with the 'auntie' accent.

'On the lalio la. Aiyo, we all just bet ONE LOLLAR LOR'

'Hallo! Gossip Aunties on the line. How may I HELPT chew?'

'Wah, your England so pro, wait, I put you an hold on ah, I think I win is can!'

Like, omg... Singlish much??? Haha.

Do you know hamsters overeat when they are under stress???
Actually, WHAT STRESS WOULD THEY BE UNDER?!?!??
They don't have to study chemical bonding or quadratic equations or Immanuel Kant's aesthetic experience theory!!!

What stress is the hamster under?!?!?!
Escaping? Like, let's plot the points of which we shall chew the cage; so that the breaking down of the cage structure will take place at an optimum rate??? Gee whiz.

Today was the last day of Facets of The Mind. A lot of drawings. We apparently 'paid a lot of specific attention to details of the setting'. Haha. Not bad!

No more Edgar Allan Poe. No more gothic moody emo-fying genres to handle. No more crazy insane psychologically eccentric characters to analyse, but I guess i will kinda miss it somehow. Ah poop.

Oh well. Post soonest then. Have a good night. (:

2007-04-14T17:41:00.000+08:00

Had a jolly good time today. FUN O RAMA!!!!

The IP Cohort headed to East Coast Park for simple pleasures today. A time for relaxation and class bonding or IP cohort games.

Thanks to Marc for the wonderful wonderful wonderful pasta!!! (: Yum yum. And Nat for the delicious sausages with nice designs.

Pictures:

Everyone ready to Pull???? (Ocean, our TUG OF WAR umpire)

Pull!!!!!!!! (V11 versus V12, V13, V14)

Oh yea. Uh huh.

V11 OLE!!

Yes, THAT is a Rat. Which Ed, decided should rightfully deserve a nice funeral/grave.
(We figured it drowned - it was found near the shore. TOD not clear)
Creepy thing is, it died on Friday the 13th (April).

Let's observe a minute of silence shall we? The rat's grave. I shall name the rat, 'Rat'

Buried. OMG, the sand was so ticklish! Haha. 07V11.

Ed and 'San Mao' - Our ever hardworking subjectS rep. Good IPOD stereo Ed has there.

Thanks Adriel for the pics! (:

Yes, That's Gaille (in Blue), snatching the volleyball from Rachel! Haha. Captain's Ball - 07V11 versus 07V12.

Camwhoring. Yiwen, Ren Jie, 'San Mao' and Gaille

The Coconut Tree! Anqi, Nattawadee, Louise, Gaille, Me

Dancing to 'Hey Ya' - retro baby, RETRO!

After Simple Pleasures, we head on to dunking people and volleyballing. Too bad I couldn't play in the water. SHOOT.

MUSIC FEST! Woo Hoo! Had a before-music-fest cohort dinner at yoshinoya with Gaille, Me, Eduardo, Marc, Ren Jie, Jonathan, Thai Yong, Adriel, Su Lin, Amanda, Indri, Yi Wen, Amos, Asyraf.

Shared a lot of sick and stupid jokes, and I FINALLY KNEW THE TRICK BEHIND "BLACK MAGIC"! =.=

Then Gaille had to go home cos she had no tickets :( Queing for seats was entirely unorganized. Hello, PEOPLE CRASHED and got seats, whereas those who PAID FOR THE TICKETS had to sit on the steps. Grr.

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMOGMOG.

THE KOREAN-SONG GUY FROM VOCAL SOLO 3 SWEPT MY FEET OFF!

And I really really really really REGRET not taking up the drums when I was younger.

Music Videos was uber cool lar. I have to improve on my video skills!!!

Had to leave early cos Dad told me to come home and rest and did not want me to go home late. So left with Su Lin and Asyraf.

Coolness, Asyraf takes 55 too.

Reached home, and I never felt so happy to see my bed. Plonked out.

2007-04-14T13:35:00.000+08:00

CALLING TO THE PEOPLE ON EARTH!!!!!

SPECIFICALLY LOWER SECONDARY STUDENTS.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GQHlIuiAZQs

VICTORIA INTEGRATED PROGRAMME
OPEN HOUSE 2007

28 APRIL 2007 (10 AM ONWARDS)

www.vip.vjc.sg

2007-04-12T21:33:00.000+08:00

I just thought to myself:

Why can my YOUNGER brother cook.

And I can't.

Well I can.

I cook maggi mee,
He cooks SEAFOOD HORFUN (damn good one by the way)

I cook rice (like, just wash the grains and put them in the cooker)
HE COOKS KIMCHI FRIED RICE.

I cook sunny side up eggs.
HE COOKS LASAGNE.

WHAT IS THIS??????
Shouldn't I be the one cooking?
Unfortunately, I have no passion for cooking at all.

AT ALL.

But it is okay. YOU KNOW WHY? I told him: 'Just get a bigger dining table when you're older, I will visit you everyday for dinner.'

And he said he'd rather cook for his future wife.

Talk about devotion.
HIS SISTER NEEDS DINNER FOR GOODNESS SAKE.
And he doesn't care.
GEE WHIZ

I need to learn cooking soon.
Be a better hmmm. HOUSEHOLD STUFF PERSON.

Haha.

2007-04-06T21:59:00.000+08:00

Morning went over to play Tennis at VS.

Got into a laughing fit cos RJ was there to do videomaniac scenes and there was a particular love scene that needed to be filmed. But hey, I have to applaud the actors for their acting. It ain't easy to have passionate eye contact with the other party okay! ESPECIALLY while playing Tennis! (:

RJ and Gaille picked up Tennis really really really quickly and fast! So proud of Nat and Ed, the coaches. Haha. After the filming was done, playing got a lil more serious, better (or worse) shots started to come in, and more running than ever! And what with the heat and all. MOREOVER, the hundred plus wasn't even cold. Gee whiz. But it was a good nice game anyway. (:

After tennis-ing, went out with Ariel.

I actually had a yellow balloon which I took from this really nice 'Yellow Pages' guy. (Yellow pages celebrating their 40th year) But there was the racket and stuff to carry, so I didn't have a chance to lift it up and take a picture with it.

But in the end, I threw the balloon away.

Too troublesome. In the past, you always had your bro or your dad just help you hold it for you while you run off somewhere.

We SAW A LOT OF NICE GREEN SHIRTS, NICE GREEN SHORTS, NICE GREEN ACCESSORIES, NICE GREEN BAGS, NICE GREEN SHOES from New Urban Male, TOPSHOP, Fox, PULL AND BEAR, WH, U2!!!!

Green is so the IN-colour now. PINK was so yesterday..

GIVE ME GREEN MONEY FOR GREEN CLOTHES!!!!!

Oh dang. I'm too money-minded.
Shoot.

2007-04-03T16:38:00.000+08:00

Review Week has been a killer.
And when I mean Killer, I mean the Chucky-The-SADIST killer.
It looks innocent and sweet, but when you discover it's true side sooner or later,
IT JUMPS AT YOU AND STABS YOU RIGHT IN THE FUNNY BONE.
Then you laugh and laugh at the paper. And smile to the person next to you.
Because the paper is so ridiculous, it's so funny! I don't even know how to attempt the first question!
THE FIRST QUESTION.
Then you get all hysterical and jump and cheer 'whoo hoo' because the paper is so difficult till you have to laugh it off cos you don't even know how to start it off with. Should you square it? Factorise? Change to common bases?

After all the drama, you get car-sick. Haha.

I miss LOVING Mathematics. I'm not as crazy over it like I was. This is worrying. Gee whiz.
So, I have resorted to spending quality time with my calculator and my Math books after the exams. (:

MJ approached us for the VIP publication video.
So many choices.
What song.
What font.<-- (OMG, THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT!)
What pictures.
What scenes.
What transitions.
Oh dear. Decisions decisions decisions.
Oh well, it's okay. We have drama people and good editors in this. (:

In case you have not heard: VIP OPEN HOUSE - 28TH APRIL 2008!
(and application forms are open already by the way)

I want to ask dad and mom for the original Coreldraw, Adobe and Macromedia softwares.
And the new Microsoft Vista.
Better yet, a Canon Semi-Pro 30D, or a new Apple Notebook.
Ever since I changed my comp, I miss using Fireworks.
Gosh.
It's killing my powerpoint slides!!!
I need technology!
ARGH! WHERE IS MONEY WHEN YOU NEED THEM.
If only I had a MONEY plant/tree.
Then I'll be able to get my Mook's Jacket too.
But first, I NEED THOSE SOFTWARES!!!
My powerpoints are suffering in utter baldness.

Blah.

2007-03-26T20:02:00.000+08:00

I'm fifteen! Yayness.

IC.

Haha. I'm a big girl now.

Thanks for the wishes. (:

Thanks mumsie and dad for the crumpler!

WOO HOO!

And so. What I have just realised today:

- I am so in love with Fall Out Boy right now.
- I can never be serious around ADEEB. Crazy DRAMA people these days.
(7 minutes - The maximum time we tried to contain our laughter and be serious for once.)
- I might not touch grapes for the rest of my life thanks to Bio.
- Hearty Paws is such a professional tear-jerker.
- I appreciate my dogs more now. (Because of Hearty Paws)
- I learnt why I must learn art. Woo hoo!
- Phantom of the Opera is a must watch!!!!!!!!!!
- Samuel can be random. Haha.
- Yuki and I might be separated during Miss Toh's geog lesson if we continue laughing..

(:

Will post soonest!

2007-03-15T23:58:00.000+08:00

Seriously. Who do you think you are?

You know what. I think I love M a t h e m a t i c s.

It can be applied to our daily lives.

And this is one rule that I totally agree and am so thankful that exists because it makes so much sense in reality.

Positive & Positive = Positive

Positive & Negative = Negative

Negative & Negative = Negative

Whoever thought of this rule. Thank you for helping me sort my thoughts out.

DBS was okay.

Golf.

It drives you nuts.

I miss our class so much. Haha. It's like, days without laughing and talking CRAZILY because of the holidays.

Oh yes. Haha. All Fall Out Boy fans: Check this out:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LucfKdukf10

This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race
- The Misheard Lyrics version.

Thanks to Bart for the link.

2007-03-13T20:15:00.000+08:00

Gnarls Barkley - Crazy

I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind
There was something so pleasant about that place.
Even your emotions had an echo
In so much space

And when you're out there
Without care,
Yeah, I was out of touch
But it wasn't because I didn't know enough
I just knew too much

Does that make me crazy
Does that make me crazy
Does that make me crazy
Possibly

And I hope that you are having the time of your life
But think twice, that's my only advice
Come on now, who do you, who do you, who do you, who do you think you are,
Ha ha ha bless your soul
You really think you're in control

Well, I think you're crazy
I think you're crazy
I think you're crazy
Just like me

My heroes had the heart to lose their lives out on a limb
And all I remember is thinking, I want to be like them
Ever since I was little, ever since I was little it looked like fun
And it's no coincidence I've come
And I can die when I'm done

Maybe I'm crazy
Maybe you're crazy
Maybe we're crazy
Probably

2007-03-12T14:23:00.000+08:00

LOST WALLET!!!!!!!!!! GASP!
I'm very sorry and very thankful to the girls and the guys who helped me. Thanks to Debbie for going to class and find the wallet.

I promise not to leave it under my table anymore. Sorry for freaking out unnecessarily, sorry for troubling you guys! (That's how dumb I can get. Leaving it under my table. RAH!)

THANK YOU to Gaille, Nattawadee, Chiu Yee, Yuki, Clara, Kai Liang, Jonathan and many many many more for helping me. Thank you thank you thank you thank you. I owe you guys one. A BIG ONE FOR THAT MATTER OF FACT!

Some of us went to Ikea to do class-re-decorating-furniture-and-stuff sourcing. Man, it was 'DAIM' crappy (in the funny-a-lot-0f-lame-jokes sense). Jon and his spontaneous laughter (Hey, like Yuki! Laughing Buddies ^^).
Gaille ahhhhhh... WHY never come, then we cannot coordinate our clothes. Tsk tsk!!!

We bought a nice potted plant for the teacher's table. And two white and green trays for our VERY UBER SUPER-DEVOTED-HARDWORKING Chemistry-Physics-Bio-Math-Geography Representive - Samuel!!! (:

DBS tomorrow and I'm playing with SaraPanda! YAY! (First flight, gee whiz. 7.14am!!! I have to wake up at 4.15!)

Sigh. Why can't we have Cheryl too!?!?!? (I shall 'mark' the receptionist for this!) Maybe because THEY (the upper power up that singapore golf association building responsible for this terrible mix up) knew how much noise we would make, considering we laughed like idiots the previous round.

AHHHH! But this time round, it's a little tensed up since a lot of us have not tried the Palm Course before.

We shall be Pink on Tuesday.
Blue on Wednesday!

But thank goodness they (admin) got my NAME and SCHOOL correct.
Better receptionist this time I think.
(The previous comp, I was 'Andrew' and from 'Zhenghua')

2007-03-05T15:21:00.000+08:00

What a lovely day!

All hail Mr. Chan for giving us a full day! Mr. Chan, you ROCK!!! (Of course he does! He doesn't 'stone' or 'pebble' right? I mean, I can't say, Mr. Chan, you PEBBLE!!!)

And I love double decker buses.
Especially if we have the whole upper deck to ourselves and we are talking away endlessly about 'serious' stuff.
AND BURSTAUGHING (BURSTING INTO LAUGHTER) LIKE CRAZY!
And when no one can shake their heads at us and give us that 'Students These Days' look.

I want a double decker bus.

When I grow up, I'm going to buy one. A SUPER DUPER DUPER DUPER PLATINUM GOLD SILVER BRONZE ALUMINIUM COPPER SHINY DELUXE ONE.

WITH SPECIALLY ARRANGED COMFY SEATS so we can have serious GIRLS TO GIRLS conferences always!

Heck the Jeep, THE double decker bus is first on my list!

Wait.

ON second thoughts. I still want the Jeep.

But I need to get a driver for the bus. My expenses are limited. So, I gotta get a good job to support me financially in this double-decker project.

And I need more savings for the Jeep as well.

TIME TO START SAVING my allowances!!!! Let's see. I'm estimating..... a good bus AND a Jeep will cost at least $500 000.

And if I start saving $91.30 every day, I will be able to reach my target by the time I am thirty.

HAH!

Dream ooooon Andrea....

Nevertheless, I will TRY saving ten cents each day. But that would mean I have to stay alive for 13698 years before I can actually even afford them.

And by that time, technology should advance even further, and my double decker bus and my Jeep will cost much more due to the higher standard of living (See! I'm applying Geog to my daily life) ....

OH NO!!!!!!!!!!!!

My Jeep!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My Bus!!!!!!!

Sigh. Guess I will have to strike millions in 4D or investments or Toto to get that amount quickly.

Lady luck be with me! :)

(Pardon me for the extremely freaky enthusiasm today.)

2007-03-03T20:18:00.000+08:00

Clearing some household mess: To the git who tried to pose as my friend on my tagboard - Just so you know, I can check your IP address you twit. Don't make me trace you down.

2007-03-02T22:07:00.000+08:00

Osmosis, Diffusion. Net movement, phospholipids...
Real roots, negative squared results in positive or zero....

Gee whiz.

You know what, I think I'm annoying Miss Low and Mr Lam too much with my questions.

Yikes. Especially Mr Lam. I LOVE bombarding him with questions. WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY???? But hey, THANKS TO HIM, I UNDERSTAND MATH!!!!!! WHOOPEE! And, I'm beginning to see a new light to IP Mathematics now. Mwahaha.

Ah yes.

DBS is in a week and I'm not in a good form to play.

How????

Adrian (Coach) taught me how to 'whip', faster turning wrist movement down the swing. Hey! My distance increased by 25 metres!!! WOO HOO! Somehow, I'm beginning to like my new coach a lot. He makes a lot of sense and drills it into my mind. I was quite fed-up during training cos I couldn't get the turning right though.

GRAH.

2007-02-19T22:12:00.000+08:00

I've been very picky about movies these days.

VERY VERY picky. Picky Picky Picky!

1. Epic Movie

I totally wasted 8 bucks on that movie.

It's a total defamation of the Scary Movie Series. Where's their sense of originality???? It's so been-there-done-that-ish!

It should have been NC16, what with all their hmm, sexual content.. and I, as a female, am totally insulted by how the producers have portrayed female beings. We were like objects! Throughout the movie, females were just an 'object'!!!! For men to play around with, I mean, come on, I'm so going to put this straight: WE ARE NOT FOR SEX/ SEX PLAY THINGS.
And that, for the record, is super insulting, shameful, offensive and rude.

2. Ghost Rider

Well, it was suspenseful at certain parts. But not memorable ones. Although I enjoyed it, I wouldn't fully stand by it and recommend you that movie with spur and enthu-ness.

Yea, oh well, where are the good movies these days?????

I want to watch a horror flick! Gimme a good horror flick!!!

2007-02-17T14:50:00.000+08:00

Ironing's an ART.

To be mastered. And practiced. And trained. It's NOT a chore.

You can't JUST IRON CLOTHES.

Temperature setting is important. Then the direction. (Left right, bottom top?) Then the process. For example. Steps to ironing a school uniform:

1. The collar (most important!!)
2. The shoulders
3. Sleeves.
4. The rest.

You can't skip one step, or iron the sleeves first! It's a SKILL! Skip one, and well, your uniform becomes crumpy and messy.

Ironing is a joy. (Well, anything related to cleaniness and organisation always interest me. Haha.)

You know, you derive satisfaction from looking at something so nicely ironed and pressed. Like a NEW shirt! Then you go,

'Hey, I ironed that!' :D

So to all those who have not tried their hands on ironing or find ironing BOOOORING, grab your MP3/ radio/ switch on your TV, whatever! And start getting jiggy with your ironing skills!

2007-01-21T19:10:00.000+08:00

Tennis at VS.

First of all. Thank you you guys for scaring the hell out of me with your ghost stories and ahem, 'acting'. Nice one. PLEASE don't tap my shoulder out of the blue when Nat is telling ghost stories! NO! Sorry Gerald and Jon, I didn't mean to scream into your ears. Sorry! Blame Xin Chen's drama skills!

According to me now, VS is creepy every sunday. It's quiet, it's dark, it's eerie, and it's not nice to be the only people at 'this' side of the building.

Although the weather forecast predicted 'storms with thunder' today, the sun came out and burned through our skins. Technically. Woo hoo. I just became one shade darker! Oh yeah man, welcome back my tan! The Maria-Sharapova-heat-stroke-syndrome strucked us! But I think it all had to do with the heavy lunch we had.

Oh boy. Actual lessons start hmm, TOMORROW!!!!! Yay! Hitting the books, erm, finally? Haha. Excited to know my Elective results. Didn't really bid sensibly. Hope everything goes okay!

Will post soonest!

2007-01-08T10:43:00.000+08:00

Okay. So I'm supposed to be resting at home for the next 4 days.

Hardcore madness or what.

Gosh, I HATE being sick. Especially at a time like this??? I'm missing sea regatta and biatholon!!!!!! AHHH!!!

Since I've got practically all the time in the world, I shall blog about O1 (Orientation 1)

- I now know I'm not a good joke-teller. According to Suf, he said he tried to laugh, but couldn't =.=

- Cheer number 1 (Crew Thaddeus):

Thaddeus Fight!
Thaddeus Kill!
Thaddeus want to Fight & Kill!
Fight Kill!
Fight Kill!
Fight Kill! Fight Kill! Fight Kill!!!

So if you say it really fast, it will sound like, 'F*** You, F*** You'. Gosh, I feel so vulgar. Although we don't really mean it the bad way. Oops! (:

- Cheer number 2 (Crewlet Thy):

We had a lot of crewlet vs. crewlet cheers.

Our infamous one was:

'Go THY!'

which sounds like,

'Go DIE!!'

We actually chanted it so enthu-ly, other crewlets were like, 'So evil!!!'

Haha.

2006-12-31T11:41:00.000+08:00

IP Orientation

Okay, I know it's a tad late to post about it since it ended like, erm, 2 days ago. But anyway, here goes.

Shabadabadoo! EEE! IPO was totally rockefelling.

Day 1:

- Shave a balloon (Huh??? Blindfolded as well)
- Jump rope 15 times with 4 peeps at any one time (Which left our thighs hurting the next day)z
- We created a funky-do class cheer with our leader Yu Han! Haahaha
- We yam-senged with our sort-of-tasted-like-apple juice (I learnt my lesson: NEVER drink 7 cups of juice before a briefing!)
- I walked in a drain full of algae barefooted as forfeit.
- We tricked another team into accepting our faulty goods (Oops!)

Day 2:

Water Games!!!!! I thought we were going to the beach!!!! But it doesn't matter, so long as we get wet, that's al that matters!!!

We had to transport water from one pail to the other using what we had on ourselves. Gaille and I decided to wet our hair, and then like without warning, Hai Yang took off his shirt and wet it.

OMG.

And Tian Ju took his off as well! AHHH! The boys in our class are soooo.... DARING! OR macho. Hahaa. Gaille and I were like, 'Hey, are you jealous? They are from our class!!!!!'

Okay, maybe that was a little too ego. But hey, we are proud of them for erm, taking off their shirts???? Okay, that sounds wrong, let me rephrase it: we are proud off them for contributing so much to the water transport.

Yep, sounds better. HAHA!

I overheard a girl from another class saying: 'OMG, what's that! (Points to the boys), no muscles, no abs, still wanna show'.

HEY!

Who you calling no muscles??? XD

Anyway, water bomb time:

YOU ARE SO GOING TO GET IT FROM ME SANDESH! That's 4 water bombs you threw at me! You you you!

Our PSLs' threw water at us too, and Michelle, Louise and I were like shivering soaked puppies!

Man, I want another IPO!

I want to scream and cheer!

AHHH!!! Yay 7v11.

There's JC/IP Orientation next week! And we're going to the beach. Whoosah!

2006-12-25T12:24:00.000+08:00

Merry Christmas!!!!

Ho Ho Ho!

Received a lot of presents?

Went over to relatives' place to countdown yesterday night (Christmas Eve), what a blast!

I got Prison Break season 1 and 2 from my uncle!! How cool is that?!?!?!

Started watching last night, rather, chasing it. Still have 2 more episodes to go before I complete season 1.

This is SO MY VERSION OF ADDICTIVE KOREAN DRAMA!!!

I feel my brain thumping, telling me to stop, that too much Prison Break equates to too much Michael Scofield (Ahhh, Wentworth Miller!!!) which in fact is, too much smarty-pants-high-IQ actions, that is really too much for my cell juice to handle.

So I'm taking a break..

GIMME BACK MY PRISON BREAK!!!!

Or, put Wentworth Miller back!!!

Oh no, I still have season 2! My head's spinning, it cannot handle too much eye candy at one go. I don't feel the blood up there!!!!!! Pump more blood!! Pump more blood!

This cannot stop, my heart will go on for you, Prison Break!!!

I'm kinda rushing through it all cos school's starting soon! Wheeeeeeee!!!

Oh yes, thanks to mumsie, aunts, uncles, granny, and friends for your presents!! I really really appreciate it! :)

Merry Christmas everyone!

2006-12-21T09:24:00.000+08:00

Blah.

It was THE perfect weather for Zoo-ing yesterday. How pathetic.

Fine. Stop mocking me Mother Nature.

Hanged out at the country club today with Mel Meow and JNFT/tortoise (TOR-TOYS).

Bowled, and seletar guy told me join the in-house league. I practically suck!

=.=

Then we went to the LAN room to play CS! Wahaha. But it sorta hanged on us. We couldn't creae a new game, and there was some connection problem. So I gave up and went to play ICY TOWER instead..

OH MAN, I'm addicted to this game. I even downloaded it online and it's on my desktop now!!!

Jump Jump Jumpy-dy Jump!

Cos I was jumping step by step. And my brother came in and said: 'Do you know you are suppose to bounce off the wall to gain speed?' Then he took over the control and I was so surprised by the bouncing! There's power!!!!! WOOOOSAH!

Should try the game. My high score is currently 960.

Over lunch, we discussed JAMS future. Or so. Haha. Since I brought my Staedtlers with me, we doodled designs all over. Mel came up with a ethnic infused design! Niceeeeee...

Hit the range: I want Mel's WOOD!!! I want! And I want Justine's Crane PW!!! Grr. But never mind, I shall get back into shape first before deciding on anything else :)

Putting practice: I felt something prickly, when I looked at my arm, BEEEEE!!! I GOT STUNG BY A BEE on my arm!!! OWW, Pain! Then some guy came up and told me to suck out the needle and spit it out.

Suck it.

I can't suck it! It's poison! Plus I can't reach!

And I am not going to suck it out when it's tail is still attached and it's wiggling there!!!

Help!!! I don't wanna die!!!

We managed to get the needle out with the help of Justine's fingers!

Okay, I REALLY think Mother Nature hates me.

Justine said it will swell up really badly.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Went to get the first aid to apply antiseptic cos there was some ring appearing around the bite.

So thanks to my wonderful nurses (Mel got the ice!), I was saved! Haha.

Thanks so much guys!

Whew. Long day. But it was fer-en! Apart from the bee sting.

2006-12-20T22:10:00.000+08:00

Sara: Have you seen the Carl's Junior Burger??? It's so big!

Justine: OMG, it's so huge! I have to share half half with my friend!

Andrea: I wonder how huge a Carl's Senior burger will look like then. I mean, considering the Junior is gigantic!

Sara: [Pauses to think] There's a Carl's Senior???

Andrea: =.=

Justine: ...

Sara: Oh, you mean it was meant to be sarcastic?!!??

Sara & Justine: HA HA! HA HA! HA HA!

2006-12-20T21:45:00.000+08:00

So,

I didn't manage to go to the Zoo.

You can never imagine how sad I was. Exploding with hatred towards Mother Nature.

WHY OH WHY let it rain on such a wonderful occasion. I just want to visit the Zoo.

It was like, 'No more penguins!'

The end of the world?

The end of the world!!!!!!!

The rain just laughed at me with evil thunder and hysterical raindrops!

We then decided to just walk around Orchard Road. At 8.30am, in our erm, Zoo-outing-attire (which somewhat is kinda similar to our golfing attire! AHAH!)

What shops will be open then huh?

Had breakfast at coffee bean, and we went over to Cathay to watch Cinderella!

We got sofa seats!!!!! YAYAYAYAYYA!

Movie: [Happy Birthday To You... Happy Birthday To You]

Us: Hahahahaha, Hey, movie starting already!

Movie: [Happy Birthday To You... Happy Birthday To You]

Movie: BAM!

Us: AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

First minute into the movie we were already screaming. I shall not spoil the beginning, YOU go watch it for yourself!

Whole movie throughout we were covering ourselves with our shirts and jackets, laughing, talking, discussing about the movie (?!?!?!?), and well, squealing.

Cinderella = Must Watch!

It's not some sissy prissy horror movie with no plot. Good movie! Needs some thinking though.
We were shaking after the movie, and Justine said: 'We should have watched open season!'

We went over to Far East to check out golfing gear and apparels. Were kinda disappointed with the golfing fashion trends here in Singapore, and the designs as well.

I mean, hello, even if they are nice, they are UNCHEAP. One J.L. belt can cost $200++

So, we are going to settle in to 'JAMS'. The whole new golf - wear concept shop! Keep a look out for it! Great designs, whole new look, cheaper and better!

How's that for a start? JAMS: Justine, Andrea, Melanie, Sara!

HAHA.

By the way.. I'm serious.

No,

WE are serious.

Golf fashion never looked better!

2006-12-18T18:57:00.000+08:00

Went out with Ariel today.

Saw cheeky graphic tee that said: 'I stole this shirt from a homeless guy. Why he had a shirt that says this, I'll never know.'

Haha.

We found it so funny we bought one each for ourselves! Then we went to take neoprints (OMG, it's like, our first neoprint together after knowing each other for erm, hmm, 5 years!!!!)

Sorry dear.

And throughout the whole, 'photo shoot', we were like:

'OMG, I look fugly!'
'Why that angle?!?!?!? tilt it! tilt it!'
'Eew, I don't look happy?!?!?'
'Darn this bench, what pose next?!?! What pose next?!?!?!?'

Then I was like, 'forget it', some days we have our good neoprints day, some days we don't.

And then it came to decorating!

My gosh. I don't, well, okay, WE don't particulary enjoy decorating neoprints, neither do we really KNOW how to decorate them nicely. I would love to keep them plain, but I mean, what's the point of taking neoprints without the little flower-y thingies and the shiny shiny stuff here, the smiley faces there.

What font shall I choose? The one with the border or not?

Man... This is head-aching!

But it the end, we were kinda happy cos it turned out okay, although certain shots made us look like we applied eye liner.. Well, hey, anything to make my eyes bigger! HAH!

Shall stop here for now..

I'm going to the ZOO tomorrow!! Yippeee!!!!!

2006-12-17T16:24:00.000+08:00

Lexus Cup

WAHAHAHHAH! IT WAS SO SO SO SO SO SO FUN!!!!!!!!!

I did marshaling the two days. (Friday & Saturday) Telling smokers to kindly move away and maniacal photographers to stand 1 metre away from the rope.

Man. Couldn't they be at the least a little considerate of the players, and OUR well-being?? Do you think we like to breathe in second-hand smoke and be constantly ahem, in the limelight?

Hello, camera-mens, we need a little privacy, we don't want our face to keep appearing on the TV. Direct your attention to the players please.

HAHA.

Okay. So they WEREN'T shooting us, but Jian Wen said he saw me on TV for about 3 seconds!

WOO HOO! I'm famous!

And so on the first day, Sara and I went to watch Grace Park practicing her chips. And she was quite near us, so she told us to 'be careful'!

OMG, GRACE PARK TOLD ME TO BE CAREFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SHE TOLD ME TO BE CAREFUL!

:)

And I got jennifer rosales autograph!

We were then joined by justine, melanie, cheryl, cherrie, jo ee, kumiko, ! So we went around like crazy golfers and took pictures and snatch for autographs!!! Whee!

And as you know, I've been SO wanting to visit the zoo (for no particular reason, i guess it's just the inner craving), and I asked Sara, Justine and Mel.

They said yes!

OMG! YEA!!!!! YEA! The ZoooooooooO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Finally! I'm going crazy.

I'm going to the Zoo!

Wait for me penguins!

I'm all burnt after two days of marshaling (9 hours a day!), practically your average chinadoll with super red strawberry cheeks.

After the lexus cup, we rushed to the Nike Expo year end sale, all hyped up (hello, we were so kan cheong we had to take a cab there, instead of the shuttle bus. mwahaha)

We were shocked when we saw the crowd. It was overpouring! But we decided to queue anyway. We queued for about half an hour to deposit our bags to security. And we walked around for 15 minutes, and we were out.

It was mostly shoes, and apparels were mostly in L or XL in size. So.... we passed and went to TM to watch a movie (sneaked in fries! and omg, we were so emotional! while watching the movie i mean, not while eating the fries!) and shop shop instead.

Will post soonest!

Tra la la la la la!

We are going to the ZOOOOOOO!

AND KEEP YOUR FINGERS CROSSED FOR TEAM ASIA!!!!!!!!!!

2006-12-13T11:59:00.000+08:00

Some of you may have seen this before, but I can't help but post it because it just is so dang funny!

FARTING PERSONALITIES

The Vain Person: One who loves the smell of his own farts.

The Amiable Person: One who loves the smell of other peoples farts.

The Proud Person: One who thinks his farts are exceptionally fine.

The Shy Person: One who releases silent farts and then blushes.

The Impudent Person: One who farts loudly and then laughs.

The Scientific Person: One who farts regularly but is truly concerned about air pollution.

The Unfortunate Person: One who tries awfully hard to fart but shits instead.

The Nervous Person: One who stops in the middle of a fart.

The Honest Person: One who admits he farted but offers a medical reason for it.

The Dishonest Person: One who farts and then blames the dog.

The Foolish Person: One who suppresses a fart for hours and hours.

The Thrifty Person: One who always has several farts in reserve.

The Antisocial Person: One who excuses himself and farts in complete privacy.

The Strategic Person: One who conceals his farts with loud laughter.

The Sadistic Person: One who farts in bed and then fluffs the bedcovers over his bed mates head.

The Intellectual Person: One who determines from the smell of his neighbor's fart as precisely the latest food item he consumed.

The Athletic Person: One who farts at the slightest exertion.

The Miserable Person: One who would truly love to, but can't fart at all.

The Sensitive Person: One who farts and then bursts into tears.

Guys wearing Hairbands - A HUGE No-No

2006-12-09T11:17:00.001+08:00

On board the MRT, a group of guys walked past me, to the other carriage.

Stunned.

Eyes fixed upon them.

You must be thinking, 'Gosh, must be one heck of a hunk-a-licious bunch'.

On the contrary, 'HUNK' would be the absoulute wrong word to use.

They were well, wearing Hair Bands.

Hair Bands.

The ones I wear.

The ones my girlfriends wear.

Now don't get me wrong, I don't mean to imply that they are towards the feminine side.. (I wouldn't say homo or gay, I haven't got the facts right yet) It just looked well, kinda wrong.

I don't think they meant it as a joke or a prank.. (Cos if they did, it would, in my opinion be an insult to the female race) Honestly, I think it was supposed to come across as a trendy NEW fashion statement?

Well, dood, it AIN'T cool or nice.

A headband would fit nicely. Or handsomely, or hunk-ciously. Either which.

But i mean, would you like it if a girl came up to you (a boy) and said, 'Gosh, you look pretty!'. Sure, it will attract onlookers...

I never knew boys would be interested in hairbands at all. For one thing, it sure helps in holding up that 'long, irritating' frinch they have, and second, it helps reduces hideous acne.

Well, what do you know, few years down the road, hairbands might be the next 'crumpler'. But for now, i think boys should stick to normal-no-accessories-on-their-hair hairstyle. A huge No-No to step into the girls' hair accessory world right now.

Then the topics of 'stifling-creativity'; 'infringement-of-human-rights' or 'freedom-of-expression' comes out. Indeed there are no laws (recognised by the UN) that states guys are banned from wearing female clothings (F.Y.I, homosexuality is considered a sin in certain religions).

I don't mean to stereotype at all. Or maybe I'm just biased against the fact that society sees boys 'this way', and they shall not, at any circumstances be 'that way'.

Would you laugh if you see guys wearing bikinis'? Would you ridicule a guy who has a Hello Kitty collection?

You would wouldn't you? It just ain't 'man' enough huh?

Because all along guys were known to be machoistic, the head of the household, and they CANNOT stoop down to such a level.

That's why we are still stunned when we see guys with long hair, and we will laugh if we see them in kilts (a.k.a skirts). Just because society depicts it, a change would cause uncomfort and an uproar.

Guys with Hairbands? Not now.

For a fashion statement, honestly, it kinda sucks. Where's your sense of fashion drive? Mix and match the right way guys. Don't decorate the hair. Leave it alone! Understand? Leave it alone! Spike it, wear a cap or a headband, dye it, for all I care, just please, not a Hairband.

Not just yet.

2006-11-17T08:41:00.000+08:00

I just realised I'm suffering from CLAUSTROFISHAPHOBIA.

Well, maybe 'realised' is the wrong word, I kinda KNEW a few weeks back when I followed Keziah to the fish shop at Serangoon Central after Mickey Ds' to buy her fighting fishes which she named George and Leo-PARD (for it's erm, spots.) (Not pronounced as Leh-pird, but pronounced as Lee-O-Parrrrd) :)

So.

Claustrofishaphobia clearly stands for.. (If you break them apart)

CLAUSTRO = claustrophobic

FISH = fish

PHOBIC = phobia

So, if you connect all the dots, you will come to conclusion that I am afraid of fishes enclosed in a small area.

Namely, A fish shop.

I'm serious.

A FISH SHOP.

[Alright, I shall not write in paragraph-ic form, here's a chronological sequence of the development of the growing tension of my inner psychological setbacks]

(Did I just sound cheem? Okay, never mind...)

Keziah leads the way into the fish shop!
Andrea spots frogs (eek!)
Keziah goes into the deep dark side of the fish shop, and goes in further and further.
Andrea follows.
*Fishes Splish Splash, Whips their tails*
Andrea turns and sees a giant fish staring at her.

She jumps.

Andrea turns around again and see miniature-giant (???) fishes staring back at her.
Keziah says, 'Andrea, come on!'
Andrea hesitates, and slowly takes another step forward.
She sees more fishes, and their whipping their tails FURIOUSLY!
The air-pump-generator gets louder and louder!!!!!!!! (somehow)
She turns left = giant fishes
She turns right = fishes!!!

The FISHES ARE EVERYWHERE!! AHHHH!!!!

Andrea's heart jumps and escapes to the cashier counter to take a breather.
Keziah says, 'Andrea, come on, it's nothing!'
Andrea, 'Kezzie, I think I will stay here.'
Keziah: 'It's okay, these are just baby fishes, see! so small!! Harmless!'
Andrea: [Breathes in] 'Okay'.

Goes into the deep dark side..............
Sees more fishes.
They are staring at her!
They are whipping their tails CRAZILY!!

AHHH!! NINCOMPOOPS!!! PINHEADS! PIP-SQUEAKS! MIDGETS!!!!

She runs back to the cashier counter.

Okay, and then so Kezzie went on to explore the fish shop with utmost courage and confidence, while I remained at the counter. But I was freaking out there as well because the GOLDFISH was there in front of me!!! And the frogs are on my right!! And turtles on my left!!!! NOOO. Get me out of here!!!

So, finally what seemed like a year, Keziah bought a female white fighting fish. She has yet to name it. I was shivering when the auntie shoved the fish tank in front of my face to catch the fishes.

She was there, helping the auntie find the fish, like, 'There! There! There!'.

I honestly don't know why I'm suffering from such a problem. Is it the small space? The smell? The overcrowded tanks which boils up tension and uneasiness and uncomfort? I guess so.

I'm perfectly FINE and HAPPY when i'm snorkelling in open waters.

BUT

THE HORRENDOUS FISH SHOP.

OMG

OMG

Freaky Place.

But neither am I claustrophobic in general.

It's just, FISH SHOPS la.

So

I've decided to create a new term, claustrofishaphobia.

Which complements both terms.

And so just last week, I went back to the fish shop, this time together with Keziah and Tze Kiat, to TRY AND conquer my fears.

Here goes!

Breathes In!
Breathes Out!
Steps In!

And in less than one minute, I'm out.

=.=

I have to overcome this claustrofishaphobia of mine. It's sad to say, really weird to have. I told my parents and they were like, 'Huh?!?!'..

Dang, damn you fishes man. First stingrays. Now fishes. What next?

2006-11-11T10:13:00.000+08:00

Hey! I'm back to blogging! For now.. Yea, my stop-and-go symptoms for blogging are back again. Hee Hee.

The past week was fun! I cannot believe I watched a total of 4 movies this week!!

The Prestige: MUST WATCH

Sinking of Japan: MUST WATCH

An Inconvenient Truth: MUST MUST WATCH

Step Up: MUST MUST WATCH!!!

Well, maybe I did spend too much.. But I have my reasons!! Two of them were for "homework".

I'm totally serious!!!! It's stated in the VJC Bridging Curriulum Guide. :)

Watched Sinking Of Japan (SOJ) and An Inconvenient Truth (AIT) with whoohoo, 10 of my new VJC classmates! Yay! Yea, SO FAST huh? Whoosah!!

Hee Hee... SOJ was a tad emo-ish. When the lead guy and girl ran to each other for their "final" hug, Gaille and I sorta looked at each other, then we started weeping. LOL. Not the drama-y flowing of tears, just erm, a few drops??? LOL. Eduardo was like, "what?!" when he saw us crying.

AIT was really really intereseting. A film about global warming by ex-American president Al Gore. He had eye-popping facts about GM effects on the Earth in the next 40 years. And it kinda relates to SOJ as well. (Hmm.. If you are not the type of person who will sit through 2 hours of erm, a seminar or talk, then it's not advisable to spend 8 bucks on this movie....)

After the movie, I told my dad: " Daddy, you know part of the world is going to sink in the next 40 years because you drive a car?" Heck, it doesn't concern him cos he NEEDN'T worry about 40 years down the road, but we NEEDDDD to do something. I'm supporting Al Gore all the way man...

So these two movies, MUST WATCH!!!!

Now, turning to Step Up. I fell in love with the music FIRST, then channing tatum (the male lead... Hee HEe) , then the dance moves. The dancing wasn't exactly THE bomb of the movie... 'So you think you can dance is much better! (:

The plot's basically somewhat similar to that of Coach Carter or Honey.. Where they show a scene which kinda makes you reflect upon your life, where you become good and finally do something productive and strive towards your new-found goal... Yea.....

Anyway.... The music was SOOOOO good. You'll see the titles at the front page of my blog (: Yes, I'M ADDICTED TO THEM!!

Alright, I'll post soonest then.

Cheers!

2006-10-26T20:48:00.000+08:00

And so. This day had to come.

The day I have been "waiting" for so long.

The last day of school. To some, the thought of it would result in people screaming, "LET'S PARTAYYYYY!!"; but for a situation like this, for one to react that way would be terribly unexpected.

Tears.

Hugs.

Laughter.

Memories.

I will miss you guys always and forever. Though 2 years in Zhonghua IS short, I will never ever forget the encouragements, thank you. Thank YOU (This goes out to everyone) for helping me grow and nurture every day, in any or every way, you guys are always there.

To my 2E5: Cherish the moments always, and AIM VJ!!!

E5 2k06'... Always on the bola! Whoo!

2006-10-11T14:44:00.000+08:00

LALALALALALLA!

Woo HOOOOOOO! Call ME Miss Starbucks.

YES!

YES!!

YES!!!

THE CARAMEL FRAPPUCCINO WAS A SUCCESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NOW I DON'T NEED TO SPEND SOME 7 BUCKS ON A VENTI NO MORE!

I FOUND THE RECIPE AND IT'S A STARBUCKS REPLICA!!

AND AND AND...

IT TASTES SOOOO SMACKING GOOD.

MWAHAHHAAHAA! PREPARE TO CLOSE DOWN STARBUCKS.

I'M GONNA OPEN A SHOP CALLED MOONBUCKS!

IT'S CHEAPER, YET, EXACTLY THE SAME!

CREATIVE HUH?

Okay, let me calm down and stop typing in CAPS. Seriously. Right after school today, Zi Xin and I chiong-ed (well, not really) to the NTUC. We couldn't find whipped cream or the sundae syrup. So we went to ask the auntie.

Us: "Auntie ah, do you know where is the whipped cream?"
Auntie: "Har? Shen Me Cream? WHEAT Cream ah? Hao Xiang Mei You Ting Guo.."

[Then we gave each other the diao look =.= ]

Us: "Bu Shi, shi na ge cream fang zai ice cream de..."

[Then she gave us the blur look like all aunties do when we speak to them in English, so we decided to change the topic]

Us: "Na, ni you mei you Sundae Syrup?"
Auntie: "Shen me syrup? Fang zai shui de ah? You hen duo flavour leh. You Grape, orange, apple, bandung... "

[Then we gave each other the diao look =.= ]

Us: "Bu Shi, fang zai ice cream, waffle na ge Syrup ah! SUNDAE SYRUP"
Auntie: "Waffle? Biscuit ah?"

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Auntie: "Aiyah, wo bu zhi dao la, eh eh, Peter! (waves to the guy named Peter), aiyah, ni qu wen ta, ta bi jiao shou."

Peter: Hi
Us: "Hi, do you have the ice cream sundae syrup?"

Then he pauses to think, then suddenly, or rather FINALLY, recognition finally dawned on him, and he brought us to lane 9.

And so, we were like, "thank god someone understands English."

Then.

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He brought us to this drink syrup aisle shelf thingy.

=.=

Didn't I say ICE CREAM?

Okay, then we just PRETENDED to be nice and give the "hey, here it is!" look, because we didn't want to embarrass him.

So after he left, Zi Xin went: "They are idiots."

HAHA. =.=

Then we left. Empty handed.

I'm never going back to NTUC. It's Cold Storage for me now.

Cold Storage.

Yea.

So, I went to cold storage, and all my ingredients were there! Yay!!!!!!

Everything summed up to about $15?

Went home and immediately started making a mess out of the kitchen, mix here, drop there, blend here, spray there.

Whee!!!

IT'S DONE. WOOO HOO.

Told my brother to come and give it a try.

The first sip......

Bro: "Hey, it's good!"

(My brother's one fussy eater. He indulges in good food, as in he doesn't like the tom-dick-harry ingredients all into one. Or he'll start his how-to-make-this-plate-of-food-more-exciting speeches. He expects the up-to-standard standard out of food, the correct spices, the specific stuff and da da da. Which also explains why he can cook, and I, on the other hand, can't. Anyway, so, what I am trying to say is, in conclusion, if my brother says its good, hey, it's damn good alright!)

SUCCESSSS!!!

Me: Rate it upon 10.
Bro: 9?

HALLEJUJAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My Caramel Frappuccino. What a wonder. Man. I ain't going to Starbucks anymore. I have my own starbucks right here, 15 steps away from my bedroom. My own starbucks. Right in my kitchen!!!

Jealous?

HAHA. I'll gladly make one for you if you say please? It's a super drink. An exact replica. It's a masterpiece!!!

Now, my maid says its nice too (Don't know if she's saying it just for the sake of saying it, but hey, I shall not jump to conclusions. (: ), I just have to wait for mumsie and dad to get home, and I'll make another round of frap for them.

Their judgements will be the final verdict ya? Ho Ho.

Let's hope mum says it's good. Tee Hee.

Alright, will post soonest, I'm off to enjoy my coffee. Catch ya later...

2006-10-10T15:26:00.000+08:00

Alright! Sean Paul is on my playlist!!!

To some, okay, he MIGHT sound like some idiotic African noob who is trying to rap.

"Yo Yo Yo, I'm Sean Paul!! *thumps chest* Peace Out!"

HAHAH. Let me clear some misconceptions about him first.

Yes, he speaks perfect english. He's not some Kanye West die heart wannabe. He's making his own statement with his mixture of tribal-in-sync-reggae music. Which, in my opinion, is cool.

Try these 3 songs for a start if you never liked him (WELL TRY TO!): "Temperature" (If you don't like it, you're so screwed up! Just Kidding.. ) and "Give It Up To Me" and "Get Busy".

Whoosah, Sean Paul's HOT! (Not the sexy hot, the popular hot la..)

2006-10-01T17:10:00.000+08:00

I honestly am quite bored cooped up at home reading Macbeth and The Merchant of Venice all over and over again. The more I look at my dogs sleeping on their backs with their legs to the sky, the more I want to go under my blanket and sleep away.. and though the thought of going out and rollerblade is tempting, I just have to study to cover up the guilt in me.

I admit, I had too much golf yesterday. So, away you tempting thoughts. I want to study!!!

I shall not even disclose the number of hours I actually spent hitting white balls off my colourful rainbow-ic tees. Two hours were already spent on waiting for the 'Lightning' signal to clear... Excuse me, but I would like to very much play golf right now Mother Nature, thank you very much.

But anyhoo, I guess a little fun wouldn't hurt right? After all, HUGE pimples are coming out and telling me that yes, stress IS taking a toll on me.

While waiting for the rain to clear, we (ZY, Jwen and bro) ate lunch. Eeack. Jian Wen's hor fun was: The "hor" was SUPER watery and the "fun" was like, super hard and glue-ed together. And my seafood fried rice... It was okay actually, just that the green peas WERE AS HARD AS ROCK.

Stupid microwaved products.

The cashier wasn't even at all showing some sense of urgency at all while handling our orders. She slowly took her time to COPY down the English words from the menu, because she didn't know how to read English and even had a hard time pronouncing "Sambal Fly Lice". Oops, sorry, I meant Sambal Fried Rice.

There is just sooo much to do after the exams. And I'm so sorry if I have been tempting you with my plans (especially Stella)... I just have to work hard and suffer a bit more these few weeks, then it will be Pepper Lunch, shopping, golfing, swimming, and horror movies all the way! AHAHAHA!

This goes out to you guys too. Work hard. These two weeks may be hell, but take it easy, clear your mind, and sit the examination with confidence. You will definitely reap what you sowed. So, good luck everybody for your EOYs!!

Oh yes, today is Childrens' Day. Happy Childrens' Day everyone!! Sigh, once upon a time, once upon a time, remember the times where presents were in abundance on October 1 when we were back in Primary School? I distinctly rembered my primary 3 form teacher (Mr. Tan Kok Seng) giving out 50 cents to every student on this day.

Chepo.

You see, to 9 year old me, 50 cents was a HUGE sum. If I had known better, I'd demand for more.

Alright, I'm just kidding. Now, it's Youth Day for me. What have I gotten this Youth Day? Oh, right, a mechanic pencil from Mrs. Seah...

Oh? That was it?

Yar... that's all I got.

Ah poop.

And back in primary school, I would come home with one plastic bag full of goodies.

How aging certainly proves to be a turning point of the 'giving-out-sweets' habit teachers used to have.

I want sweets!!! Pretty pretty please! With all the sugar on top? Haha...

Tomorrow's Dentist Appointment Day. Braces. Sheesh. Another set of power chains, another week of painful binding of my teeth and another month to show off my radical colour combinations! HAHA. I'm soooo going to piss my dentist off tomorrow by spending 20 minutes deciding on the colour combinations.

Seriously, he's going to pull his hair off. Oh wait, I forgot, he's bald.

2006-09-18T20:20:00.000+08:00

History Class: Riots.

And out of the blue (when we were discussing about the Maria Hertough riots midway) , Miss Fu said: "You know, there was a recent riot by the animal protection rights group/ activists whom dressed up as chickens, stood outside KFC and protested against the cruelty of chickens?"

At first, we were "OOH" over the discovery of this Maria girl and how she was accused of attempting murder of her husband later on.

THEN, we were "HAR?" over the fact that she (Miss Fu) changed the subject abruptly.

And then we were "HUH?" with the chickens thingy. I mean. HELLO? Chickens are a source of food. Cruelty to chickens? Like how may I ask?

You mean we torture the Chicken with 24 strokes of the cane (for tender meat!) before allowing it to be dumped in hot boiling water to burn, drown, suffocate and die??!?!?

Okay, besides killing the chicken in such a vile and cruel way, in what other ways IS the chicken tortured?

Plucking out its feathers one by one and laughing at the chicken and say: "This (then you pluck out when feather) is for not laying good eggs!"

Then you pluck another one out: "This, is for clucking at the inappropriate time".

And another one: "And this, is for fun! Mwahahahahah (The Evil Laugh of Austin Powers' Daddy)"

Poor Chickens.

Tsk Tsk Tsk. What sad lives they lead. It is no wonder that these animal rights people feel for the animal. Cluck Cluck!!

Or should I say, Gulp Gulp instead? Since you know, they are dipped into extremely hot water baths.

Come on, if they want to protest against the cruelty of chickens, (maybe they are trying to protect us from the H5N1 virus/ Avian Flu!!! OOH, they are psychics!!) then you might as well protest against lambs or pigs or cows or ducks or crabs, or fishes, or dogs, or stingrays (oh, we must eat stingrays for steve irwin), or cats, mice, ants, butterflies and all the living things on Earth right???????

AAHHHH!! I don't wanna be a vegetarian!!!

Stupid activists people. Cruelty to household pets yes, but chickens? Get a life. Maybe the chicken is your best friend, but to us, chicken is our best friend when it comes to food. So please, KFC won't lose the suit even if you sue them.

And I think the animal cruelty rights people got it all wrong.

I think they thought KFC meant:

Kill, Fry and Chew (which sounds more sadistic)

when it actually means

Kool Friendly Chickens

So, people, chickens are friendly, they are our best friends, we don't torture them!

Errr.. Right?

Another thing happened in class today. Our Warlock of Blood guy, a.k.a Feng Rong, made my tears appear. In fits of laughter of course. I was laughing like a crazy mad woman from the institute of mental health. Or so I think. LOL.

This was what happened:

CME (Character Development Class), we were suppose to fill in this "Interpersonal Effectiveness: Perspective-Taking" Survey cum worksheet, about a recent disagreement you had with someone, and fill in the details of the dispute and all.

So, this was what I wrote in my worksheet:

--> Whom did you have the disagreement with?
My project work team members.
--> What happened?
We had disagreed upon our selection of business plans.
--> Where did it happen?
Over the phone.
--> What did you disagree over?
About whether to go with Business Plan A or B.
--> What precipitated the disagreement?
The proposition (my friend and I) wanted to go with our idea due to its feasibility, but the opposition felt it won't bring in revenue, hence they proposed their new idea.
--> What did you do?
We came up with two proposals, and will be consulting our teacher mentors and seniors for advice today.

And this was what Feng Rong wrote in his:

--> Whom did you have the disagreement with?
I had a disagreement with my inner self.
--> What happened?
I want him to come out, but he refused.
--> Where did it happen?
Almost everyday, everywhere
--> What did you disagree over?
Appearance
--> What precipitated the disagreement?
Me
--> What did you do?
Nothing
--> What could have been done instead?
Allow him to come out naturally.

Talk about a real entertainer. I was laughing like crazy!!! Of course, Feng Rong meant it only as a joke and "for fun" purposes. Gee Whiz man. Inner self. "Hello Inner FR!" Ahah!

And we discussed the plans for the Class Tee-Shirt! Ooh, looks good so far. And Gavin's nick on the shirt is "Boss"!!!! So farni... The Smiling boss.

Oh man, oh gee, today was fer-ern. FUN!! Whoo Hoo! Crappy crappy! Wheeeeeeeeee....

2006-09-15T21:22:00.000+08:00

I suddenly feel like a fat pregos-with-a-4-month-old-child auntie.

I ate too much Junk Food. And now I'm slouching on the couch, watching CNN and typing this on my laptop, to give my tummy a rest.

Junk Food Baby, yea I know.

And I feel SO GUILTY!!! AHHH!!!

Heck NO, I've not gone into depression and ate my whole fridge in and out.

I just felt hungry alright, (hello, a growing girl needs food, althought I'm thoroughly convinced I've stopped growing taller. :(( ) and so I binged and binged and binged. I CAN OUT EAT ANY MAN OUT THERE WITH THIS TUMMY OF MINE! IT'S ELASTIC! MWAHAHA.

Ok.

And so, I got home, ate instant noodles (Spicy Mee Pok to be precised), cos I didn't want to eat in school (day in day out. yuckert), and I was lazy to da pao at Compass Point.

THEN! I had my yoghurt. (Mmm.. Nestle Strawberry. It's a must try!!)

THEN, I went to search for food again. And, there, in the freezer, I saw,

[Background music: "Hallejujah!"]

... my ICE CREAM! And I ACCIDENTALLY (okay, maybe it was intentionally) scooped too much, but I couldn't waste food right? So, down it went to my stomach. And I had tapioca chips after. And mom bought back briani rice and roti prata for dinner.

Oh lord, forgive me for indulging in such health-nut-god-forbidden-food.

Maybe I'm overreacting here. Never mind! Exercise should kill the sweet stuff! I think. Now I'm sounding like an diet-obsessed freako.

And since we are touching on food, let me highlight something.

Honestly, I have never believe in dieting or eating vitamins for complexion and nutrients blah blah blah, and I don't think we should at this age, and I think it's utterly STUPID to believe in swallowing (Zoe Tay) pills to slim down.

This proves to show you take no consideration to make the effort to go and exercise, and all you rely on is Pills pills pills. And in the end, you get some bloody organ infection (Andrea De Cruz Liver thingy remember?), and you blame the product.

I mean, get a life can? Your body cannot take it! And you should have yourself to blame in the first place because you never really CARED about your body, to just go exercise and lose that weight the right way. BY SWALLOWING?!?! Ok, I don't really know if it helps, but, it will cause side effects in some way or another. And I think it's kinda disgusting to swallow stuff to lose weight. It's just not right.

Just get your daily requirements: Like 2 cups of fruits and veggies and stuff. I would like to think that my motto for keeping fit is: "Eat what you enjoy, as much as you want, but maintain a exercise-regu lifestyle". I mean, to me, eating is an enjoyment, you get Ice Cream, Pasta, Dim Sum, da da da. OOH, so lavishing! Yet, at the same time, exercise at least 3-4 times a week. Seriously.

The reason why I'm obsessing over this health-issue now is because I think some of us care too much about what they have to eat so they won't gain a KG, OR, some of us don't even care about exercising and complain and use their "Oh, I'm busy" excuse to cover up for their exercising.

If you really CARE, you would exercise. Exercising is NOT a chore, it is something we need to enjoy. If you HATE to just run, then take up a sport!

Kayaking, Tennis, Golf, Taekwondo, and the list goes on. Join your nearest CC's sports activities, or make weekly trips with your friends to the nearby swimming complex! Jog with your dogs! So many options, so many choices, but some of us fail to/ do not want to spend 5 minutes of your day just to think about your exercise regime.

So, in conclusion. STOP fussing over your diets, enjoy eating, enjoy exercising. It's a win-win situation. You eat luxury, you exercise in luxury as well.

And anyway, I was watching Oprah on TV as well. And she was having this session on burgers we must have before we die (?!!?), and this vodka toodle-ly thingy pasta. Oh MY God, I was drooling over there alright?!!?! Gee Whiz. Wheeeeeee!!

Food Food Food Food Food Food Fooooooooooood.

2006-09-10T16:47:00.000+08:00

Alright, Singapore Open has been a blast! I went on friday, together with bro (Chris) and golf mate. Hmmm.. Super.

We went around following Ernie and Adam in the morning. Tried to get Adam's signature, but he said "after the round". WTH! I mean, since you're still waiting to hit, can't you at least sign?

As we got tired-er, we camped out with the other juniors in the air-conditoned (it was super humid outside) simulator room, imagining we were millionaires with the golf game. And there... I saw my Imac G5. My BABY!! ARGH. I WANT THAT APPLE BUILT IN!

We went to Coffee Bean (yes, coffee bean on a golf course) to buy our mocchas and continued following Ernie. I got Andrew Buckles's Autograph! Mwahaha... Then we concluded that my cap was 'lucky'. I mean, after he signed it, he got two birdies, whereas Adam, on the other hand (he didn't sign it remember?), he got a bogey. So sucker, who told ya not to sign my cap?! Okay, I'm crapping again.

Then we met this Adam Scott slutty fan. Huge Fan i tell you. She told me she was from this Adam Scott fan forum and da da da, that she was memorising his scores so she could go back and "tell the girls".

Then she said: "I met him yesterday you know. He was having Chicken Rice. I think he loves chicken rice."

And I was like, "whatever".

Who cares if he likes Chicken Rice or not. I mean, its unananimous that most of the tourists LOVE the chicken rice.

So, ernie and scott was done with their 18. And we had the whole afternoon left. So we visited the merlion! HAHA.

It was our first time anyway. So we thought, why not, since we were already in Sentosa. Paid 8 bucks to get in. It's quite worth it actually. You step into an exhibition on sea monster myths, then you proceed on this really COOL UV room, and into a room to watch a video of how the merlion came about. You get a free souvenir as well! (It's a keycahin by the way)

Then we proceeded to Sijori Minigolf. WTH, the most suckiest mini golf ever. I mean, even before we stepped in, there was a destroyed model in front of the building... But we tried out the cement course, yes. cement.

HOW THE HELL CAN YOU PUTT ON CEMENT?

Stupid products.

We got tired after, wanted to go the beach, but, it was too late and we were too tired. Anyways, had fun. I encourage those whom did not catch the Barclays' Singapore Open, to visit the Lexus Cup on 15 December. Look out!

2006-09-07T18:58:00.000+08:00

And so, I watched the Devil Wears Prada. Hmm.. Not bad not bad.

How can the world have such terribly wonderful clothes?!?!?! Seriously, they put us people to shame. All I was wearing was a white polo tee and jeans, and I already felt that I need to change my wardrobe; I mean, how can you not expect me to not drool over those designer goods??

Alright, the government should set up a new law: not to have too fashionable clothes on the streets, for fathers' will soon have to lock up their credit cards and ban their daughters from going out! DADDEEEEE!!!!!! I want more clothes! I want more clothes!

Okay, stop. I have enough.

Grr.. Screw this movie man.

Wait till I save up more money.

I wonder what will I turn into in 10 years time. Considering the fact that I am such a huge shopaholic now. And I admit it. I have too many clothings and accessories to fill my walk-in-wardrobe (yes people, a walk-in-wardrobe. Drool!!!!)

What if I don't have enough money to buy clothes next time??? AHHHHH!!! It's the end of the world!!!!!

This is only part one of my fashion post. Will update soonest!

2006-09-04T22:33:00.000+08:00

Dang.

Steve Irwin is urm,

Dead.

HOW CAN GOD LET STINGRAYS EXIST!!!

NOOOOOOO!!! Maybe this is a drama serial? Honestly, HE CAN'T DIE!!!

What's up with those blardy stingrays anyway. Let's take revenge. People, kill all the stingrays you can and barbeque them. [Mwahahahaha!] I mean, he doesn't deserve to die. Not now!

It's just, so abrupt and unrealistic. He still has a long way to go to develop the Australia Zoo, develop more one-hour episodes of Croc Files for me to watch and pop my nachos into my mouth, and watch his children grow up? Honestly, I pity the kids. Steve steve steve.... I just cannot except the fact that this Mr. Croc Hunter guy, whom I watch on D.C. at least once a week, is like, poof! Gone in an instant.

I got the news from my mom this afternoon after the golf competition, and I was seriously tired. Once I got hold of the news. Man.. there goes my time for my afternoon nap. Gone to do online research about the details of his death and so on. I wish I could contribute in any way possible.

Maybe the crocodiles are long time enemies with the sting rays. And since Steve developed an emotional relationship with the Crocs, the Sting Rays, just got jealous??? Alright, I'm going bonkers. But, in a strange twist, it was one of the less dangerous creatures that he has confronted that ultimately claimed his life.

I just don't understand. He's been doing sooooo many crocodile-catching stunts, and here he is, pierced through the chest with a barb. NOOO!!! Can't the stingray have common sense to know that they will be actually killing an internationally recognised icon? Now, stingrays are top on my list for my 'Most Hated Living Things Alive'.

Damn You Stingrays.

Damn You.

Rest In Peace Stephen Robert Irwin.

2006-09-01T20:43:00.000+08:00

Alright, is my name that hard to pronounce or be read? Today, went to the club to check out the draw list for this coming Monday's DBS Junior Golf Challenge. And guess what. I didn't know my name became 'Andrew'. HELLO???

It's ANDREA..

With an A! I mean, couldn't the receptionist at least have some common sense to like, know that no girl would be named ANDREW, but ANDREA instead? Now all the junior golfers would think I'm a boy. Well, don't worry people, I'm not a transvestite nor a butch nor a homo. I'm still the pure vain-pot girl alright? ARGH.

And since this is something like an inter-school competition, your school would be like, shown on the draw list as well. So guess what. I didn't know I was from 'ZhEnghua Secondary'... Hmm... I've always thought I studied in ZHONGHUA. Man!!! First she got my name wrongly, then she got my school name wrong as well?!?!?

NOOOOOOOOOO!!! I don't come from ZHENGHUA for goodness sake! It's THE OTHER end of Singapore! And don't remind me of Zhenghua (Singapore Poly Business Competition)... GRRR...

Thank goodness they didn't get my handicap and sex wrong. If not, I would be labelled lesbo and a buayee. (Buayee = someone who fakes their handicap)...

ARGH!!!

FOR THE LAST TIME.

My Name is Andrea Chong Su Leng

NOT

Andrew Chong Su Leng

I am from Zhonghua Secondary (With the O)

NOT

From Zhenghua Secondary (With the E)

2006-08-30T21:10:00.000+08:00

Back posting. Today's teachers' day and I'm so sick. Down with a major case of flu and cough. Tsk tsk. And september holidays are here!!! Not a good sign.

AND HALLEJUJAH! Joakim's out. WHOOOOSAH! FINALLY! FINALLY!!!!

Alright, I decided to blog today for I really have something to voice out to all the red-blooded sons and daugther of Singapore - or anyone in particular. (No, I'm not complaining about M.Lau and her chee-na handbag) So, sit up straight and

LISTEN UP!

I recently went to a website of a tourist whom came down to Singapore a few months back. In that website, he posted pictures of the sights and sounds of Singapore.

Nothing wrong you might think.

But wait till you see what comments he puts under those photos.

He insults. And to all of you out there: this is NO laughing matter. He is a perfect example of a disgrace, an embarrassment that the world has. He has no basic courtesy and respect, not even to a certain extent where he can be mindful of his words.

Here are a few examples of what he had to say [his comments are in red]:

In Singapore Airlines Plane: "My Frugal Breakfast"
--> For your info, SIA provides considerable meals. And if you can't even appreciate a meal, you don't deserve to eat at all. Frugal!?!? Your head! I am so going to mash your head into a pulp, then you'll understand what frugal is. People are starving out there in the world and you complain about a simple meal. Swim across the ocean instead of taking a plane if you have so much complains you bloody idiot. It'll make you lose some weight as well, fat arse.

Took picture of a air stewardess: "Hostess dressed in typical malay uniform"
--> TYPICAL? Who wears the air stewardess costume out of shopping? Typical? Typical? Someone wash his eyeballs with antiseptic.

Took pictures of Canned drinks from the hotel fridge: "Singhia, Singapore Beer"
--> FYI, Singhia is a Beer from Bangkok, Thailand. You mean since it has a 'Sing', it's from Singapore??? Then I suppose China's local beer is "Chihia"???

Took pictures of Canned drinks from the hotel fridge: "Wintermelon juice, the uglyest thing you could drink, it basically tastes like tobacco with a ton of sugar."
--> First and formost, it's UGLIEST, without the Y you, you, fatty. And second of all, Wintermelon is not yucky, it's like, refreshing? Okay, I know to each his own, but, I mean, "Yeo's" should sue him la. I mean, tobacco is a strong word to use.

Took pictures of drinks from the hotel fridge: "And mineral water sucks too."
--> Mineral water has taste? What are you? A NEWater machine?

He complains about living in an "oven", and that it is "40C Degrees in Winter". Hello you pampered fool, winter is only a state of mind. You expect it to always snow when it winter comes? Go to Alaska since you think it's an oven. You should have read the weather forecast before coming to Singapore right? So have yourself to blame if you keep on complaining!!! Perhaps you brought a winter jacket and expected to ski down Bukit Timah Hill? Well, fat hope you git! We don't have snow and you won't be able to make your snow angels or throw snowballs!!

What he said about the merlion: "It's not really shocking for us Europeans, but it's not bad either."
--> I am so going to kick your puney ass. Not really shocking for Europeans eh? THEN WHY THE HELL DID YOU EVEN TAKE A PICTURE OF IT. Not really shocking? This is a discrimination people. So you are implying here that Asian art is of an inferiority complex? Paint something picasso!

Took a picture of a security guard on a walkie talkie: "A Cop"
--> You come from Ya Ya Land is it? He was clearly wearing a security guard's uniform la please!!!! Well, I can't blame him. The poor man has been isolated from the world and can't even differentiate between a security guard and a cop. Sigh... I've never met such an idiot.

Took a picture of Old Chang Kee food: "Excellent choices of deep fried fish".
--> Excuse me, you need enlightening sir. What you see is not fish. It's deep fried gyoza, sotong balls, sausages (any relation to fish?) and chicken (can chickens swim underwater?).

He has ugly hairy fair fat legs .
He's narcisstic/ egoisitical. (Takes countless photos of himself, which, obviously states he's single... But of course right? No one can stand your kinky crappy attitude)

Took a picture of a HDB Building: "Ugly Buildings Too, but its an exception I think"
--> HDB are a form of commodity for us Singaporeans. And its a major housing source. So if you think it's ugly, I suggest you look at yourself in the mirror and then, there in front of you, is what you call Ugly, sir.

What he says about Durians: "The famous durium, a fruit that in my opinion tastes like shit, but here they love it".
--> Oh, no wonder it tasted like shit. You took the wrong fruit. There is no such fruit as a DURIUM, only DURIANS. Probably someone conned you and put poison inside the fruit, that's why it's unique and called the DURIUM. And tastes like shit. You mean, you tasted your shit before? Awww... I didn't know food at your country was so awful you had to eat your own shit. Do you know, Singapore is a food paradise? So don't worry, you'll have good food here okay?

Okay, there is just so much left to insult!! Please visit this website for the photos as well as more of his insults, and tell me your comments as well.

http://www.mondophoto.net/south-east-asia/singapore/singapore01.html

2006-08-24T21:38:00.000+08:00

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Joakim is still in.

TV sucks.

It sucks.

Truly.

No doubt about it. We are a failure.

Help.

2006-08-19T19:29:00.000+08:00

Went to the course today before training. Not bad. Shot 2 under my handicap. Got irritated by my game midway and shots went haywire. Grrr... I guess my shots are affected by my mood. Think it was the weather bah... Sunny, Cool, Rain, Sunny, Cool, Rain. Totally unpredictable.

Then training. Coach changed my takeaway form again. Which means, I have to buck up and practice even more with that swing to get to top form. Gee Whiz.

The picture: SBGC Eagles Squad. (With another teammate and Coach missing.)

2006-08-17T21:29:00.000+08:00

A Picture Does Say A THOUSAND WORDS about this Joker here. The BLARDY stupid contestant still in Singapore Idol. WHAT THE FRIGG?!!?! HE SUCKS. So what if he's "Cute"????

It's official. Singapore Idol's a complete failure.

My blood is boiling. If Hady or Jon gets out the next week, I'm so going to start a petition.

2006-08-16T12:31:00.000+08:00

Here I am, in the IT Special Room for special people doing up a powerpoint presentation about Albert Schweitzer (NOT Schizer, meaning, 'poop' in English), with Zi Xin beside drawing lines on her notebook. Yes, you can tell I am bored to my death stuck in this room meant for special people. I thought I was unique for a moment. Until M.Lim had to make us do a report on a bearded man.

Wow!

Not.

Science test was okay I guess. Until I found out I screwed up my chemical equations, when I mixed up Carbon Dioxide with Hydrogen; Wrote the alphabeat D instead of A and forgot to change the terms and changes the teacher told us to do in the questions.

I think it was the lack of caffeine going up my brain; or maybe I was too preoccupied thinking about whether Starbucks or Coffee Bean was better; or what will happen if my dog dies, or whether I will go to heaven or hell. But, whatever. I just couldn't recollect the reactions and equations I had memorised the few days before.

Shoot.

Oh yes. M Lau story part 2.

After assembly, she had to come around, huffing and puffing into the mike again (I wouldn't want to touch the mike again for fear I will get her cranky hormones). And after telling us that 95% of the population understood Chinese and blah blah blah, she said, with broken english and inaccurate pronounciation: "Sorry, the students who don't understand Chinese, you have to be patient"..

PATIENT?

PATIENT?

What the frigg? Ladies and Gentlemen, here is the world's biggest racist.

She doesn't care about the Non-Chinese students? HOW can a society have such a moron. A complete fool whom continues speaking in Chinese and tells the others, whom doesn't understand the language, to wait.

You mean those who are not Chinese educated are deprived and exempted from your chee-na privelages or advantages? So you are telling us here, that the Non-Chinese students are not of an importance? You think Chinese educated people are the most important?

Why must she go against Racial Harmony? It's because of people like her, there are racial discrimination and racial riots, because of people like her, we are moulded to suit the thought that we should only care about the people whom follow us, and not others. Because of people like her, like her!!!

RACIST!!! Let's go down the streets of Serangoon and chase her to the nearest English tuition centre so she can perfect-tise her English, so she wouldn't be making a fool out of herself.

Because of people like her, stress builds up in my body, and when it does, my body producuses Adrenaline, which in turn, blocks/clogs my artery walls and prevent blood flow to my body. So, because of her, I need to go see my doctor for checkups. Oh boy, she better be prepared for the bill.

Of course, if that would happen, it will be good lah.

2006-08-12T19:41:00.000+08:00

Okay, I'm so freaking out with the Science Test coming up. How!?! How?!!? How?!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! I am so damn screwed if I fail this one. Oh NO!!! Bloody Physics is driving me CRAZY. So is Chemistry. WHY CAN'T MY BRAIN WORK!!! Bah! Shit. Come on come on come on. Grr... This is what I get when I get too occupied with my extra activities. I am so freaking out. SOS!

Xi Hu... Xi Hu.. Calm down. (Trying to Balance my yin and yang) BUT I CAN'T... It's nearing! Man!!! Starbucks ain't helping (Had java chip and my frap), and to make it worse, my baby girl (Buffy - a.k.a my dog) has an eye infection! Why is karma TORTURING me now? Hmm, did thy do something wrong? Okay, I think I bitched too much about M.Lau, but other than that, I think the halo over my head is still there. Man... not now!!!

Alright. I think I'm friggin stressed. Gotta thank 'Simple' face wash for getting rid of those hideous pop-out-when-stress-comes acne though.

But firstly, Happy Birthday to my dearest Brother. He's finally thirteen. A full fledged teenager. Another step to manhood should I say? Haha.. Oh well, I can't pinch his cheeks anymore! Lol He's taller than me (NOT a good thing) now, and being tall sure has its advantage.

Dang!

WHY DO I HAVE TO BE SO SHORT? GOD!!!

Attended Ying's birthday dinner yesterday. Thanks for the pizza and cake dearie. Though I sincerly apologise for asking for a straw. (Braces mah...) And oh yes. GOOD sound system installed ya? Makes the Smallville and Charmed all better and exciting! Woohoo! AND OMG, BOBBY (it's a girl) IS SUPER CUTE (though it WASN'T cute when it bit me) and SMART.

Honestly people, you have to see this dog. It understands English, Chinese and Hokkien. I mean, WOW! And I can't believe a dog actually led me to her house? But of course right? A future policewoman (Referring to Ying) should have a smart dog... (Though I was so looking forward to meet a German shepard. It turned out to be a schnauzer-terrier mix. A smart one though. Or evil? Revengeful? Haha.. man, I shouldn't have thrown the soft toy at it. Never knew bobby would turn that violent. Lol)

Oh yes. Another issue to bring up: Singapore Idol.

What's up with Season 2 man? Honestly, though I ain't enthu about it, WE HAVE TO HAVE SENSIBLE BRAINS WHILE VOTING.

First, they have cutesy cutesy Jasmine Tye (can't believe she's from VJC with that much of singlish. Sheesh!), then they have Paul (hello? I can't see your other eye? NOTE: NOT A COMPLIMENT) and they have Joakim.

What the hell is wrong with YOU VOTERS??!!?!!? Joakim IS NOT a good singer. He chooses the wrong songs!!!! SO WHAT IF HE'S A TAD GOOD LOOKING? THE BOY CAN'T SING! HE PRACTICALLY CROAKS. Honestly, it should have been him to get his dancer booty ass kicked out last week instead of Rahimah. Give the glove girl a chance will ya? She has potential la. GOD!

Honestly, people, LET'S BE REALISTIC FOR ONCE. WE ARE LIVING ON PLANET EARTH. NOT JACINTHA LA LA LAND. So, let's be SMART Singaporeans and make the right decision. So what if he can dance and is urm, suave (?!?!?!??!?!), he CANNOT sing. Is the world practically going deaf? I mean, did you hear his version of 'I'll Be There For You'.

WHAT THE HELL. It sucked.

Not implying that I can sing well, but honestly, critically, we should judge a person on his ability to sing well, not his ability to distract the audience! I am so mad at him for spoiling Jason Mraz's reputation when he sang "Geek In The Pink". Man.

Come on people, feast your ears on Hady's or Mathilda's singing, not your eyes on Joakim's booty. He ain't no Ricky Martin.

Will post soonest after the Science test. Once I've calmed down...

2006-08-08T20:02:00.000+08:00

Eeee!! What a wonderful day... (but destroyed by M.Lau in the morning, details later on...)

Had cross country at MacRitchie today. It was kinda alright I guess. Weather was favourable and terrific. Strong breezy wind, slight drizzle (we PRAYED that it would pour so they could, like, cancel it off, but, unfortunately, Mother Nature was against it). Met up with Keziah after council duty (crowd control) to run... Midway, M.Heng shouted through the loudhaler:

"Sec 2s' (referring to me and keziah)!!! you are super late, hurry up!" Man... doesn't he knows we have council duty to do? I mean, we are doing duties to HELP MAKE YOUR LIFE EASIER, and here you are, screaming through the loudhaler in front of like, the Sec 3s'. Man, aren't our efforts appreciated? Basket... And so, I shouted back at him, "we have council duty!" and he kept quiet. Good.

We walked and jogged, walked and jogged, with Tze Kiat walking with us, but always disappearing momentarily and popping out again.

It has been said, if you reach the Heartbreak Hill junction, you will, as the name suggest, get tired and urm, heartbreaking (???????) due to the steep slopes. When keziah and I reached, we were like, steep meh? It's not even a hill lor. Maybe because we walked through the trail. That's why we didn't feel any "heart-breaking" moments. :-P

Congrats to Clara whom got first in the Sec 2 level!! Oh my gosh, that woman is one health/ sport nut...

Back to the M.Lau story. Right, after prize-giving and stuff, she had to come along, snatch the mike, blow into it (Can't she just say "Mike test mike test?!!?" Oh right, I forgot, her english sucks.) and order people around like nobody's business. What a shnub!!! I really cannot stand her friggin attention seeking ploys. I mean, can't she let the councillor in charge to her duty by organizing the cohort? Her she comes, with her blardy Chinese accent, and tell the monitors to stand up so that the students can identify their class. I mean, urgh, is it of a necessity?

And everyone was so eager to go home, and SHE HAD TO WASTE OUR FRIGGIN TIME by giving us her stupid lectures and cheng yus and what about keeping our mouth shut as Zhonghuarians da da da. Gimme a break la woman! You don't own the school you know?

And another thing: Why must she use Chinese? We have malay students and teachers here whom DON'T UNDERSTAND CHINESE. Isn't it unfair to them, and aren't you insulting their intelligence as well? Don't look for me if you get mobbed one day man... You are being so damn biased. If you wanna reprimand us, do it in PERFECT English you Chinese Moghead! Not that I have any dicrimination against Chinese, but, please, speak in a language which everybody understands. No one wants to hear your blardy alienatonese.

Can she go bother her husband instead? Man.. maybe she doesn't get enough attention at home, and has to use her friggin authority on us. What a you woman? Mrs President? God Save Me!

One day, I am so going to snatch that Chee-na handbag from her and slap the senses out of her with that bag. That will probably knock all the yankee dimes outta her huffing and puffing into the mike. What are we, pigs? We are living in reality, EARTH M.Lau. Let me spell it for you. E-A-R-T-H, oh wait, let me do it in Chinese. Di Qiu ah, DI QIU!!! Not "The Three Little Pigs", you need not huff and puff into the mike. Zhonghua is made out of concrete materials. Not straws or wood.

So,

After cross-country, we went to Plaza Singapura to do shopping! Whee!! Shopped for Birthday presents for Charmaine, Ying Yin, and my brother. Went to watch Click after shopping my feet off. I really seriously recommend this movie. Though I was crying and crying like crazy (sad ending mah), it was really good. I think the person sitting next to me was probably thinking why I was sniffing so badly... Hmm... But overall, Adam Sandler's movies are always good. Excellent movie!

Oh yes, I just listened to Sean Paul's Temperature. Not bad. Next time, if you are desperate for rain, just chant the song ya? Tribal hooliganic cheers ALWAYS work. No offence la. But to each his own, i thought it had good rhythm (for rain cheers).

2006-08-07T19:50:00.000+08:00

Had drama for aesthetics programme today. Oh my! SUPER interesting. We had to create a script based on any of the 6 NE messages. So we chose:

"We must preserve racial harmony"

And so, me, feng rong, jessica, ting hao, michelle, wookwen, edward and po shun (correct spelling?) squeezed all of the crappy juice from our brain and came up with a Macbeth/Romeo and Juliet INFUSED play. Here it goes.

Romeo - Religion A
Juliet - Religion B

R and J are madly in love with each other. Unfortunately, if J marries R, she has to convert to Religion A, which her parents strongly disapprove of (for some crappy reason). And so, they couldn't marry each other and R committed suicide cos he was so heartbroken. Then, being coincidentally the Hungry Ghost Festival, J burned incensed paper to allow his erm, soul to rest in peace.

Ya.

But R's family then complained about air pollution and how it was making their house all dusty and whatsoever. So an argument sparked between both families. Just then, R's ghost appeared, telling them to stop their blardy bickering cos it was driving his soul mad and crazy.

And he disappeared. Then three witches came along, one malay, one chinese, one indian and told them: "We must preserve racial harmony, there is no room for special privelages for any race or religion, we must upkeep social stratification"...

The two families, whom were mentally urm, slow, then requested/demanded for the appearance of an apparition, which confirmed the witches "prophecies" and, after much resolving of problems, both families and races lived happily ever after.

Yay. Wonderful story isn't it.

Haha... Sorry guys, I am so full of CRAP juice nowadays. Keziah can vouch for that. My crapping buddy. Lol. Tomorrow is cross country, after council duty, gonna meet up with Kezzie and we're gonna jog + crap the whole dang 3.2km way. Whoosah!

Oh yes, and back to the aesthetics programme thingy. While we were writing up a script, Feng Rong suddenly mentioned: "Andrea, you're the english-looking type of person".. and I was like, huh?!?! dood... I'm pure chinese man...

Okay, I seriously am pure chinese. My great great great (dunno how many great la) father was from China (amazing right?). Edward then came along and told me someone said I looked like a Japanese anime.

Alright. First English-Looking, then Japanese (ANIME?!?! I look like a cartoon!), in China, some guy thought I was from shanghai and some woman mistaken me for a malay in Shaw Centre. GOD!!!

Oh well, I compliment all races mah. Haha.. Full supporter of racial harmony man.. Lol. Jkjkjk...

Next Topic: My brother and his hygeine.
No, my brother doesn't reek of body ordour... I just totally CANNOT stand the way he leaves his things around. And my things around to be that matter of fact. Man... after all these years, he ain't influence by me? His 150% NEAT FREAK sister. What a disappointment. He leaves the toilet with blotches of water on the floor, floor mat all crumpled up, window closed and towel on the floor. And I totally have to nag at him.

And just now, he had to mess up the couch in my room. GRRRR... I can't take it anymore.

I'm going to map out Operation Cleaniness Boot Camp. By Instructor Big Sister Andrea. I'm going to give him INTENSIVE cleaning tips and room hygeine. And dare he leave his towel crumpled up again, boy oh boy, he is so gonna be screwed man...

Ahhh! Shopping tomorrow, and Zi Xin's treating me to Starbucks. Whoots! Till then, will post soonest!

Ciao

2006-08-05T23:01:00.000+08:00

Alright, I saw a dim sum dolly today.

You know, those really "kua zhang" rich old tai tais'... Hair all puffed up (pamela anderson number two), thick make-up/ foundation (Michael Jackson number two?), with the 1980s' polka dotted shirt tucked into their stomach-length skirts... Man.. gave me such a fright when I got out of the shower room. God!

Can't they come to realise that it's time for them to realise that they are old, go for simplicity and start being realistic for once?!?!

7 hours of golf today. I will never forget the stupid putt i made. You see, i tend to get over confident at times. And during this 30cm-to-the-hole shot, i missed the bloody putt... I missed the par putt. I totally am so screwed man... AHHH!!!

Bad bad golfing day.

Bad.

Someone get me my frap. I need caffeine to clear my mind.

2006-07-19T20:40:00.000+08:00

Okay, I found my camera!!! Well, I didn't find it, some kind soul returned it to the Sengkang MRT Customer Service Station Counter. Still in perfect working condition and order. Wheepee!

Whoot!

I have concluded that the top two songs on my all-time favourites list is:
Babyface - "Everytime I Close My Eyes"
Sarah McLalhan - "I Will Remember You"

Seriously, no matter how old they may be, they still sound as good. Really, go check them out.

AHH, too busy too busy nowadays. We just got done with the Student Council Investiture just yesterday, and we are currently having Immersion Programmes, Common Tests and I & E Competitions underway this week..

Argh...

Gotta go! Will post soonest.

2006-07-13T11:38:00.000+08:00

Oh NO. For the love of! I LOST MY CAMERA.

My Sony Digital Ixus 3X Zoom, 5.0 Megapixel Camera.

SHIT.

My life is in that camera. Well, not technically. But, BLOODY HELL, my baby is gone. My precious baby is gone. MY PRECIOUS BABY IS GONE!!!

FYI, my camera is much more important than my phone and MP3. And I LOST IT.

I cannot believe I lost it. Bloody Freak Shit. What the HELL. AHHHHH! WHY MUST THIS HAPPEN TO ME???????????????

Well, I lost it while rushing for the MRT, my bag was slightly open and I guess the camera just, dropped out. Only then when I sat down that I noticed my Camera was gone. Panicked, went to the MRT security attendant and she took such a bloody long time to call the station. (Hello, have some sense of urgency lah!!!). Made a report and went to sit down to calm myself down. It was soooo embarrassing! I could see the guy nearby smirking and giggling while I was freaking out.

Freak Shit.

I brought my camera to do project work today. And what happens? I lost it. I do hope some kind soul finds it and reports it. My camera is my life. Without a proper camera, will my pursuit of photography as an elective be demolished? I hope not.

AHHHHH! Bloody Dumb Me.

8 July 2006

2006-07-08T23:43:00.000+08:00

I can't believe I'm saying this, but...

Paris Hilton's 'Stars are Blind' is ACTUALLY KINDA GOOD.

Seriously... okay, I know, you might be thinking, 'Man, what a topic to choose to like, get back on track with your blog.'

But hey, this is the type of NEWS that sparks my brain cells. Me muse is back! Thanks to Paris Hilton. Thanks dah-ling!

Yar, to some, just so you know, Paris Hilton wrote a song. UNBELIEVABLE? It's a total publicity stunt lor, after her success to her porn video.

Yar, the SAME girl who publicised her raunchy sex video with her boyfriend (Sigh, Tammy case...), causing her to be categorised under "porn-star", when SHE ACTUALLY WANTED to be a "pop-star"...

I was surfing the net, and found out about her song, so I decided listen to it, you know, to LAUGH MY ARSE OFF. But, to my surprise, it was actually kinda good... Towards the girly perspective. IT WAS KINDA GOOD. OMG..

Paris paris... Sometimes, you do amaze me...

First, you made a sex video ON DVD, then you became the WORST actress of history, then you lost your larthagic chi hua hua, then you made your break-up with your best friend Nicole Richie THE MOST SADDEST THING IN LIFE WORTHY TO BE OF ATTENTION OF (BOO HOO), then you got engaged to a guy who shares the same name with you...

Then you became a singer.

What's up with you girl?

Besides having the loot, she wants fame and popularity as well. I'll be just contented with the loot girl... Okay, I NEED a pshychiatrist. Not for me, but for my friend here Paris Hilton. She's suffering from MAJOR MAJOR ADHD (Attention Seeking Deficit Syndrome). All the symptoms are there.

And so, back to her song. Here is an article about her song on ScienceDaily.com:

Paris Hilton's new single, "Stars Are Blind" -- already the No. 1 requested song on Z-100 in New York -- may hit Billboard's Top 10 this week. Z-100 Program Director Romeo told the New York Post he knew the song would polarize the station's audience, but it was still one of his five most requested songs last week. Half the station's callers said they hated the song, said Romeo, who interviewed the heiress-singer last week.

Guess people do find it a tad bimbotic... Oh well...

Another article:

The Internet leak of Paris Hilton's first single, "Stars Are Blind," shows that if you have enough money and time, anything is possible, even a decent song. In the song Hilton sings her qualifications to be somebody's girlfriend to a pop reggae beat, her voice on the track is reminiscent of Gwen Stefani, the New York Post reported Tuesday.

By throwing in some mainstream reggae "Stars Are Blind" becomes a passably good song, the Post said. To get Hilton to sound like such an accomplished singer, her producers fattened up the skinny heiress' sound by layering her voice upon her voice -- several times, the Post said. Dan Aquilante of the Post quipped, "We can only hope the music video is half as good as her [last one]."

Come to think of, YAR, she does sound a tad like Gwen Stefani... And gwen stefani is a damn good singer, heck, she's ruining the LAMB's rep!!! Someone spank her! So... she modified her voice? Aiyoh, please lar, how despo can you get??

Man, how can you expect more from a porn star?

I was just discussing about her song with my friend the other day. And we concluded that if we judged 'Stars are Blind' critically, it sucks. But if you actually listen to the song without knowing that it's Paris Hilton who sung it, then it's good. I would love it to bits if Gwen sung it. But knowing Gwen, heck she ain't that bimbotic to sing a song like that.

People hate the song because she sung it, not because the rhythm and the melody sucks, it's because SHE SUNG IT. Therefore, it's a merely a fact that she gives people a bad impression. Even my thoughts are similar. I can't bring myself to love or really like the song cos Paris, in my mind, has, and always been, well, the queen of all bimbos (To Paris: NOT a good title to be proud of). So to idolize her would be a sin??

Okay, you may think I'm getting Paris-obsessed here, but hey, isn't she an interesting topic worthy to be of sarcasm and critic?

Hey people, listen to the song and tell me what you think. Would love to hear your opinions on my best friend, Paris Hilton.

And they call us Singaporeans Kiasu...

2006-06-23T15:56:00.000+08:00

And they call us Singaporeans Kiasu...
[Modified by Andrea Chong]

The Singapore government has been trying to promote courtesy. Anyone still remember those courtesy campaigns some time back? The one with the cute lion cartoon mascot and the big motto - Make Courtesy Our Way Of Life?

Ever wondered why we Singaporeans even need to have the government telling us what we basically as humans should do? Ever wondered why we even need those yellow lines and queue-spots marked out on MRT stations?

Oh yeah, it all boils down to one thing - kiasu-ism. Pronounced 'kee-a-soo', Kiasu is derived from the Hokkien dialect meaning 'afraid to lose out to others or not to lose face'.

See, this is what we have been told from young - "You need to be best!". "You must get first in class!" Oh yes, our parents want us to be the best we can be. What they have been drilling into our heads is "Think of yourself first! Forget everyone else!". We must be the best! Second place is not good enough!

While this may be true to some extent, don't you think that because of kiasu-ism we're becoming the "ugly Singaporean" that many people frown on?

And would these ridiculous thoughts reflect upon us? Of course they would. Just two days back, I read in The Straits Times: "Singaporeans get an F for courtesy"... Now, how humiliating is that... We were placed 30th on an international scale. Not bad you might say. But it is HORRIBLE and an ABSOLUTE disgrace when only 35 countries were on the poll. So, that's why I've started smiling more. I want a good image for my country. Seriously, even IF I did smile at you, please bear in mind that I have no ulterior motives nor am I having horny thoughts flashing through my mind for no apparent reason. I'm just trying to project an image whereby Singaporeans are and will be labelled as happy joy joy citizens...

:)

Right....

So, smile more people.

Alright, back to the topic at hand. Kiasu-ism.

There was this one time I was at the Singapore Zoo. There was a lion feeding show about to start. The enclosure of the lions had this big, huge glass panel to allow the visitors to see the zookeepers throw meat to the lions. There are seats placed around the glass panel for visitors to sit down and watch. So what happens?

Mothers tell their kids "Go in front dear, so you can see!" and promptly pulled the kid right up to the glass panel, totally obscuring the view for the people seated behind at the seats provided. Where is the common courtesy of sitting down so everyone can watch the feeding? The child didn't want to see the Lion, instead, he was there licking away that darn bloody ice cream cone! The parents wanted to see the lion.

This kiasu-ism gets into our everyday lives.

Everyone RUSHES into the MRT without allowing the people to get off because they want that seat! Take for example an incident I had personally encountered a few months back. There was this handicapped man who came onto the train. Limping. Sure, every one noticed him. But did they even offer their seat? No. They actually had the audacity to PRETEND to fall asleep or PRETEND to be so ever engrossed and captivated by their MP3s.

Hey! My MP3 can play music! OMG, what a miracle! *Pushes a button* I can pause and stop too! Woo Hoo!

.........

Everyone stands at the exit door on the bus, which is right in the middle of the bus, and don't move to the rear, because they want easy access to the door.

AND...

Every one needs to have A Hello Kitty soft toy. No, make that THE SET of Hello Kitty soft toys. This series of soft toys comes dressed in royal costumes from around the world. You can collect one each week, but be prepared for long queues. The last time around, snaking queues meant a two-hour waiting time and hot tempers flaring up among those in the queues resulted in some customers being charged in court for disorderly behaviour and fighting. Four men ended up in jail.

Oh well, desperate times DO come for desperate measures.

To qualify to buy a pair of the toys, you need to purchase two Extra-Value Meals, each costing about S$5.50. Then, you pay another S$4.95 for each toy. All in, you need to spend about S$21.00 to lay your hands on a pair of the soft toys - that is, if they aren't sold out by the time it's your turn at the counter. And to own the whole complete set, you will have to fork out a total of S$189.00 just to own 18 identical-but-with-different-clothings Hello Kittys and Daniels.

This vicious cycle of kiasu-ism has to stop. The kids grow up and become parents themselves, and they will then tell their kids to "go in front" and "must be first in class", or own the frivolous set of Hello Kitty soft toys when they are going to be worthless in weeks to come. Singapore is already experiencing the full blown disease of kiasu-ism.

Be the one to break this cycle. Teach your kids to put other people in their minds. Think of how their actions will affect other people.

When that happens, we don't need no more stinkin "courtesy campaigns".

12 June 2006

2006-06-12T17:28:00.000+08:00

Okay, I know, I kinda abandoned my blog.. Oh poopie. Just was too busy to post. Yep, so I'm back from China. It wasn't as spectacular as I thought it would be. Pagodas and Temples day in day out, but, shopping wise: CHEAP AND GOOD! Serious. Bargain like mad. Haha, so fun! Another thing I had fun doing was taking photos of bad english signs/ posters/ adverts... Okay, I know I'm being terribly sarcastic, vile, crude and heartless. But, it was totally fun! Err..

A few places I would recommend you guys to go to if you ever visit Suzhou/ Shanghai:

- Suzhou Tiger Hill
- Suzhou Silk Factory
- Suzhou Pan Men
- Shanghai Acrobatic Show (Night)
- Shanghai Science Centre
- Shanghai Oriental Pearl TV Tower
- Shanghai River Cruise, The Bund

Food kinda got bland after 8 days. Imagine, 16 meals of rice, no noodles, with oil-soaked fried egg (oil dripping when you take a slice... Eeack!!!), and the drinks they serve morning, afternoon, day night is sprite and coke.

For the whole trip there, I felt fat. Oil, Soft Drinks, no exercising (!!!!!), lots of sleeping (bus journeys)... No wonder i gained weight. But thank goodness I lost like 5kg thanks to golf practices and games last week. Whoot. Exercise exercise exercise!

So, just finished Orchid Country Club's Junior Golf Competition Invitational practice round today... Though I'm a barbeque chicken now (I intentionally didn't put sun block...), and though my ankles are starting to balloon up after like, 20 hours under the sun with golf last week, and another 9 hours of golf today, I think my strokes are getting better, in terms of consistency and confidence. Though what I really want to work on would be my short-attention span.

I need to focus.

I lift up my head, I see a rainbow and I go: "Ooh! Rainbow Rainbow!!" and take out my handphone to take a pic. So you see, my whole attention towards to my golf game evaporates that instant.

And just before I hit, I see a monitor lizard on the other fairway, making its way to the pond, and I go: "Ooh! Monitor Lizard Monitor Lizard!!"...

So you see. I really need to focus. Really

Oh well, another 5 more days of competition. Oh poop. Argh. Whole week filled of golf. Which means about another 40 hours under the sheer heat. But who cares, ahah! So long as I don't turn into an Indian by the end of this week, I guess I'll be fine.. *Must remember to put sunblock lotion*

I'm really lagging behind in holiday homework now. First week, away in China. Second week, GT Junior Golf Competition 2006. And this week, OCC Invitational Golf Comp. Next week: NACLI Student Council Camp.

ARGHHHHH!!!!!

Anyway, I recommend everyone to buy Jason Mraz's Mr. A - Z CD. It is terribly soothing. Outta this world. You go Jason!

27 May 2006

2006-05-27T08:46:00.000+08:00

Alright, I won't be blogging for the next 10 days for I will be away to China - Suzhou/Shanghai for an Immersion Programme with my school. And I must say, I AM looking forward to it.

To my E5 mates: We shall Jia You for the next semester!! Go go go!!! Triple Science guys!!! All the way, we can do it!

23 May 2006

2006-05-23T19:48:00.000+08:00

Went to visit the Chesire Home (Home for the Mentally/ Physically Disabled) as part of my Community Involvement Programme today. I must say, I had a good reflection time with my short 2 hour service there. It wasn't demoralising, neither was it scary, neither did it have any particular aura of depression or disgust. To some weird extent, I felt glad actually.

What most would say would be how tedious or as a matter of fact, "mah fan" in a sense to take care of the disabled. I agree with that statement. I mean, who would wanna change diapers, or clean after them? But it would be exaggeration, to say the least, that taking care of them would mean you lose your reputation, you will have low-self esteem and you will feel helpless. Especially when it comes to the dialect part.

I admit, though, I am not a good canton. I can't speak cantonese fluently, due to the fact that my Ang Mo Lang slang gets in the way as usual. Neither am I a faithuful Hakka-rian. I don't even understand or speak a single tongue of that dialect! But, something in today's visit made me realize we have to do more.

Okay, I'm getting drama-ry here, but, do listen and read. Because, I am trying to put through something that needs of major attention, something that serves as a purpose, something that does have a significance and meaning.

The first thing I noticed was how run-down the place was. Window panes were rusty, the canteen reaked of a certain smell, and they had no proper air-conditioning for the residents to cool off. They had to "cool off" at the carpark??? Chairs, tables and receptions were very 1950s... I would like to voice out, that the government should really pay attention to these details... Small details? No! Big details! They should INVEST more to making the homes a more comfortable environment for them before you know, they say "bye bye"??? Instead of spending a few billion bucks on another frivolous casino, why not focus more towards the less disabled, the old folks, the orphanage, centres for the disabled. They need someplace with comfort!

The sight of the Chesire Home gym left me agap. Really. The facilities should be put to shame, how can such a equipment, in such a undesired state, be actually of use for exercising?!?! The plants were about to die, and the residents were during pottery OUTSIDE IN THE HOT SUN! Hello? Don't people have any considerations at all? Not even a proper oven was in sight for basic pottery usages! The uncle I was attached to did amazing pottery that left me truly amazed. I was so shocked. Good Job uncle!

The rooms... I am not being petty or spoilt to an extent that I am stating that the old folks must be 5 star hotels, but! At least build up a more conducive environment for them. The furniture of the rooms had paint peeling off, sides rusting off, sinks and tiles dirty, and no form of basic entertainment or comfort were present. Just, dark, gloomy, mossy... Photo frames were hung slantedly and they had NO PROPER storage system.

What is the government doing?

You see charity shows every other month about how celebs "sacrifice" their bodies, (or their stupid brains, for that matter of fact) to perform for the public, so they can draw in money. And they usually raise a few million bucks. If they actually raised so much money, how come I am not seeing any improvements to the state of the conditions the homes are in? Where has all the money gone to? The celebs paychecks? The studio rental fees? The useless equipment? MUST SINGAPOREANS BE ENTERTAINED BEFORE THEY DONATE MONEY?!?!!? I've kept this issue inside me for way too long, and someone needs to voice it out.

Don't people learn their lesson after the NKF incident?

Where has all the money gone? You tell me. We dial 1800-111-8888 to donate $5, and really, truly, is my $5 going to the improvements of the conditions of the homes for the disabled? How sure can I be, when, after 3 years, I see no improvements at all. Okay, we're setting up aerospace camps and research labs, we are developing into a fast-paced environment, we are producing top-scholars. But HEY! Top scholars with heartless minds and selfish, money-grabbing mentalities????

What is the world coming to nowadays?

I need to be sure, that the money I have donated is donated directly to the charity itself. If celebs are SOOOO MAJORLY CONCERN about how they are suffering, how they can't pee or poo, how they have to inject sharp needles to provide for their metabodies, then why demand a paycheck for your performance? Don't tell me you do it for free, cos if you do, there certainly would be an improvement towards the conditions of the homes.

There has to be a cry for attention towards the facilities of these places. If I were the resident? How would I feel? I'd rather die than live any longer! Abandoned is the word I would use to describe these residents. No family, no affection nor care, and no comfort.

I wish I could do something, but I don't have a few million bucks, and even if I contributed, I could only offer my understanding and my time. I can't change the environment they are living in, I can't make them feel at home.

After touring around the home with my "attached" uncle, a few others and I went to play UNO with a really chubby lady, Scrabble with another uncle and listened to one guy telling jokes about meatballs and bulls. Err, har har? We then sang songs and said bye...

Okay, another point I would like to highlight would be that okay, you know, school's are always coming in to visit. Yesterday, they had Maris Stella, and tomorrow, VJC will be coming round. And definitely songs will be sung. But can't we have something different other than songs? Surely there CAN be something. I am just worried some auntie will come strolling by and throw her water bottle at us... Hmmm...

On the bus back to school, the guys made up some pervertic version of Wang Li Hom's "Kiss Goodbye" and were like, varying the tones and voices of the song. So farni...

Okay, I gained 3 kg? What the... 3!!! Well, I would like to believe that it has all gotta do with healthy eating and exercising... Hmmm... AHHHH!!!!!!!!!

After the home visit, went to SCC with family for tennis. Was so "pek chek" and "mang zang" (cantonese for annoyed and irritated, moody in a sense) till I couldn't even play properly, till I stormed (well, not technically, just asked my brother to take over me) out and went for a shower, cos my parents made another bloody contradiction. We think for ourselves, we are not dumb la for goodness sake... And for god's sake, stop contradicting yourselves, it's really getting on my nerves...

21 May 2006

2006-05-21T18:13:00.000+08:00

Argh! I'm sorry, I just lost my muse, my inspiration, my spark plug! I AM HAVING A WRITER'S BLOCK!!!

If I'd want to write about my day, it will totally be filled with run-on sentences which will bore you to death. I think the Mid-year examinations have sucked the juice and life out of my brain. I really do not have that "humph!" for writing anymore... God! What the hell is wrong with me la?! Am I being temperamental? I ain't having PMS what...

Why can't my ideas come in a hundredfold now?

I'm gonna bash that idiotic basket who criticised my English standard. For some inexplicable reasons, he couldn't tolerate that other humans have a better hand with the language. Hello? I AM NOT IN THE BLOODY MOOD to hear you comparing my English to some other friggin person! But! If you wanna be incisive, DON'T try me, just shut your bloody trap.

Yeah, whatever.

So, had AAT/GATs at DH and VJ yesterday. Met Shi Ling and Zi Xin in the morning so we could travel to DH together. I was so sick (and I mean it) from the bus ride to DH. I was literally on the verge of vomiting. I'm not really a bus-taking girl, for after a few minutes, I kinda get bus-sick due to the jerking and unpredictable stops here and there. Gee Whiz... And the I-bought-the-wrong-flavour Fruitella made it all worse.. Eeack! Peach with Yoghurt! Pui! Mobile TV had to make the situation and my head spin even more. Thank goodness they didn't air Doraemon, or I would have thrown my bag to the TV. Freaky Blue Roly Poly.

Time was really constrained, so had to only survive on two sticks of dough-sticks for breakfast AND lunch. DH's Math paper was not very manageable, whereas I was quite glad that I could use my debating skills into VJ's English Paper.

Today: Banana Boat, but, with a single-man kayak! Haha! Whoot! After crossing the bend, Joseph took the motor boat and banana-boated my bro and I (we took turns), full-speed round the Seletar Reservoir. Man... Wish I could do that every week. But, too bad the club has it's restrictions... If we had this every week and he charged like, 3 bucks for it, money will come rolling in man... Aslam (coach) was worried about the ride cos the canoe wasn't as modified as the actual banana-boat material and shape, and that with the canoe, we could topple and fly right out into the air. I actually thought I would capsize, drown and die when I flew right into the air (with my butt still on the kayak), and SLAM! right down on to the reservoir. Adreline rush! Major!!! I think I screamed myself (joyfully, not the to-my-horror screaming) hoarse. Joseph then caught a snakehead in the reservoir and used a swiss army knife to kill it. Talk about violence. I was nearly sick to death. Someone get me a bucket...

18 May 2006

2006-05-18T20:44:00.000+08:00

Great whoopeedeedoo day.

Einstein Puzzle. Tested practically a quarter of the class? Clara, Jolene, Anthia, Hui Yee managed to solve it within half an hour, and Feng Rong, like, spent only spent 15 minutes??? Sometimes, I wonder if he's just faking his intelligence when in class. People with high IQ like him can finish it within such a short time, and me? Well, obviously I am mentally slow, I took 31 minutes for my first attempt. Haha. It was said that 98% of the world couldn't solve the puzzle, and we had like, kinda a small debate over it. It couldn't be entirely the case that 98% of the world were mentally dead and dumb, right? Well, this proves to show that Singaporean kids are kinda smarter and we are not suffering from retardation of any sort. Oh whee!

After school, Shi Ling, Zi Xin and I went over to Mickey D's [Macdonald's] for lunch. I think we laughed a little too much... Guess it was due to the over excessive amount of chilli they consumed.. 10 packets people! 10! Man... Presumed the uncle thought we were playing with the chilli (which we weren't), cos he looked kinda irritated... I mean, 2 girls (I'm not a fan of chilli, so I passed), 10 packets??? Stomach muscles were too tired after the major laughing exercise/ marathon till we had difficulty finishing our fries... But we did anyway... Bought ice-cream after the burgers, supposedly to "drown" our sorrows after the horrifying truths of our Mid-year results, did soooo badly!!!!!!!!! I really don't know what has come over me. Should I be blaming my debates? Yea, partly the reason, but other than that... I guess this sucks man. I can practically dunk myself into the seaweed infested reservoir, and let the unknown creatures below help me lose my senses.

While walking back to school, got chased by Adeline and Cai Feng, rather, "kidnapped" by them and brought to the basketball court to dribble the orange round ball. We were like, urm, "how to play ar?!"; "What the heck is loser and winner ball?"... God, we ARE BB idiots... After 4 minutes there, under the sheer intense heat and after being intimidated by their bb skills, we said bye and went back to the school library to study for our AAT until 6pm.

6pm - China Immersion Programme briefing. Very excited!!! Compiled my packing list - 4 pages. Hahaha... I think I'm crazy.. Will be flying Singapore Airlines and staying over at 4-star hotels (ooh!), visiting the silk factories, pagodas, acrobatic shows and boarding a night cruise to shanghai! How cool is that?!?!! Yimei and I were like, "SHOPPING!"... Haha!!! We will be visiting Suzhou Experimental High School, heard it was a top notch prestige institution. I really am looking forward to it!

16 May 2006

2006-05-16T20:26:00.000+08:00

Morning: Shi Ling and Zi Xin came over for a study/ revision session for the AAT this saturday. After 4 hours of studying, we took a break by watching 'When a Stranger Calls'.

It IS OUR FIRST TIME watching such movies, thriller and horrific. We had some hesitations to start with, but since we thought that watching it with 9 pillows, with the comfort and security of my living room, what's there to be of harm to us? Plus, we had two dogs, my maid and my brother to grab on and shriek at. Mwahaha.

Though the air-conditioner was on, we were starting to break out in sweat... Of course we did! We had like, 9 pillows around us?? We didn't make popcorn for the simple fact that, if a horror scene did appear out of nowhere, the whole bowl will be flying right up into the air. Plus, we had no more hands... What is going to cover our eyes? Popcorn?

I learnt how to shriek and scream today.

Real badly.

To those whom have watched it, you might think we are silly bimbos, BUT, take into consideration that it IS our first time watching such movies. We shrieked and shrieked and shrieked like nobody's business. Probably burst my maid's eardrums... My brother said the movie wasn't scary (as if!), and that our shrieks were the ones that actually did, cos it was so sudden and unexpected.

Pity that poor boy... suffering with loud shrieks from THREE GIRLS. Awww... Anyway, it was truly suspense and suspense all over! From the top to the bottom, though it was quite "lor saw".. I would give it a 8/10, though the serial killer didn't look like a serial killer. I mean, choose someone that would haunt me for life, not some guy with a chee ko pek smile, like that guy from Lost.

Really. Kept us in suspense, from the beginning, right till the very end, though we expected more elaboration for the ending... It was so abrupt lah! Zi Xin was screaming: "What are those kids doing? Why are they so stupid? Do something lah!!!"

I lost my senses during the part where he was chasing and suffocating the girl... We were shrieking the whole part through!!! The movie was suspenseful, but not enough to haunt me in my dreams. Heh... We then confessed that we wouldn't want to live in such a big house in future, and that living in HDB is, erm, much safer... Then there wouldn't be killers jumping from the ceilings and killing the maid and your best friend.. yea... hmmmm.....

After the movie, we said bye bye and I went for golf at SCC with Dad and Brother.

OMG, I played under my handicap today!!! OMG! So happy! Got 4 pars, but sadly, no birdies, nor eagles, nor hole-in-ones...

Saw the "ghost" tree, as well as a half-lizard-half-frog kinda creature with it's head bitten off... Eww! It's body was as big as my palm, so, it was kinda disgusting what with all the flies and insects crawling upon it and digesting every part of it's meat into their hungry stomach... Almost wanted to vomit.. Ergh! Brother said it was a chameleon... I'm not that of an animal forte-er, whatever that looks like a lizard cum frog, is a freaky bloody creature.

And hey, I didn't get caught by the marshall for driving the buggy. Sucker! Mwahahaa.. I was speeding? Probably thought I was 16 years old, sucker lah! I'm 14 you ninny! Not even qualified to drive it at all! But hey, I'm proud of my driving skills, parking skills AND reversing skills! Oh yea, and my speeding skills. Hee Hee... loved loved loved the weather, the game and the shots..

Oh yes, and the funny weird thing was, while playing golf, received a phone call, and when my dad answered, no one answered and "he", just hung up. And when I came home from golf, some bloody idiot called, and when I anwsered, he hung up as well. Man, is that freaky or what? Right after watching some movie about serial killers not knowing how to use the phone to communicate, some pranksters had to call? Or was it a serial killer! Ahhh

"Stop calling me! I know who you are!" "We traced the call, it's coming from inside the house!"

AHHHH!!!!!

15 May 2006

2006-05-15T21:16:00.000+08:00

OMG!

Macdonald's Milkshake has made a comeback!!!!!!!!!! AHHH!!! OMG OMG OMG.

Cheap and GOOD MILKSHAKE! FINALLY! OMG!

I'm going to buy a cup every week. Really. I'm sooo addicted to milkshakes. Milkshake Queen...

Vanilla Milkshake... My mouth is drooling... It's better than Kelis's milkshake. I mean, who wants to bring boys to the yard when you're drinking milkshake? I'd rather keep it for myself. Gee Whiz.

Alright, I'm so annoyed while out with a shopping trip with my family. SHOPPING. Okay, I'm not angry or mad. I'm just annoyed that this happens all the time.

You may think I'm not understanding, but, you told me that you were going to bring me shopping, so I assume we're buying stuff? If you're gonna bring me out to just eat fish head curry (errrr..) and tell me I can't buy clothes, we might as well change it to anti-PING instead of shopPING. It's a total contradiction!

SHOPPING means SPENDING MONEY. .

I might as well change the terminology right? God! Shopping, you buy stuff, and when you buy stuff, you spend money, and when you spend money, it's considered shopping people...

You don't drag me out to SHOP, and when whatever I want to buy, you disagree. It's coming from my allowance, and let me highlight this. I'm a shopaholic. A clothing addict. Especially when it comes to Esprit, Topshop and Abercrombie.

AND ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY ARE HAVING SPECIAL OFFERS.

God, shit, I sound like a bimbo.

Though I know society is economizing these days.... Yea.

What can I say? God, I sound like Paris Hilton, that darn bimbotic heiress who whines when she breaks a nail... Like that IS important? I mean, you're ugly and skinny enough, who would still wanna look at your nails? I chipped mine like, countless of times... Okay, I'm getting out of the subject now...

But anyway, I'm not going shopping anymore unless you intend to spend money. Really.

It's a total contradiction, the utmost contravention, an ultimate incongruity and a downright negation!

Okay, bimbo alert!!! ARGH!!!

15 May 2006

2006-05-15T11:28:00.000+08:00

Alright, I bought a book, and they had all these annoying funny pages, otherwise known as a wee handbook for the perplexed. Here are some of the stuff I found interesting and damn comical.

Annoying Questions to Ask Your Teacher:

- Can I go to the Tinke-Dinkle Ha-Ha Room?
- How do we know if the sky isn't really green and we're just colourblind?
- Haven't personal calculators rendered long division irrelevant?
- Did you get up on the wrong side of bed this morning?
- If you stick yourself with a pencil, will you get lead poisoning?
- Do amoebas feel love?
- Why do dogs sniff our butts?
- How's the diet going?
- Is any of the information pertinent to real life?
- Why did they name uranus uranus?
- Could you repeat the question? I wasn't listening.

Alright, if you're watching tv, and your parents are nagging you to do the chores, what do you do??

Dad: Sweep the walks!
You: With what shall I sweep them?
Dad: Try the broom.
You: The broom handle's broken.
Dad: Then fix it!
You: With what?
Dad: Try the curtain rod.
You: The curtain rod's too long.
Dad: Try the saw.
You: Where's the saw?
Dad: In the garage.
You: The garage is too messy.
Dad: Then clean it.
You: With what shall I clean it?
Dad: Use the broom!
You: But the broom handle's broken!
*Repeat if necessary

Lies your parents tell you:

- I'm only doing this for your own good
- If you tell me, I promise I won't get mad
- If you cross your eyes, they'll stay that way
- I'm only going to say this once
- When I was your age, I had to walk 7 miles to get to school
- If you eat all your carrots, you can see in the dark
- If you point, you'll get warts
- You'll understand when you're older
- Someday you'll thank me for this
- You'll be sorry

Direct Translations:
God, the world of Language is so confusing and maddening.

English: No way, man!
Chinese: Mei men, Nan Ren [No door]

English: Eat my Shorts!
Chinese: Gun Dan [Roll egg]

English: Don't have a cow, man!
Chinese: Leng Jing Yi Dian [Cold and quiet, a little]

English: Ay Caramba!
Chinese: Jian Gui [Meet ghost!]

English: Out of my way, man!
Chinese: Gun Kai [Roll open]

Differences of Girls and Boys:

Girls: They smell like fruity chewing gum.
Boys: They reek of corn nuts and sweat.

Girls: They never want to play rough.
Boys: They always wanna play rough.

Girls: Their stupid, girlish, behing-your-back rudeness.
Boys: Their dumb, macho, in-your-face rudeness.

Girls: Their brainless giggling.
Boys: Their idiotic guffawing.

Girls: They sling mud about each other.
Boys: They hurl dirt clods at each other.

Girls: They act so smart just to get attention.
Boys: They act real dumb to get attention.

Girls: They say things just to see what effect it has upon impact.
Boys: They throw things just to see what effect it has upon impact.

Girls: They never stop combing their hair.
Boys: They never comb their hair.

Girls: They are so cruel.
Boys: They are so mean.

14 May 2006

2006-05-14T19:57:00.000+08:00

Okay, I'm not THAT angry with my computer anymore. Cos I managed to retrieve most parts of the files, all thanks to Macromedia Log Sheet. Whee.

Happy Mother's Day Mummy!

Early morning, woke up extra early and went to buy Dim Sum for family for special mummy's day breakfast at Kou Fu. Thank goodness I went there early to buy the food, because like, 15 minutes later (I went down to buy roses for mom and some other groceries), Kou Fu had a blackout.. Aww... I pitied those people whom were in the food court. They were drinking their coffee, and poof! Black out, and they were still sitting there like lost blur puppies slurping their coffee?? Wow...

Went to Hougang Mall later in the afternoon, and I was so irritated by such nonsenical ninconpus' for their kiasu-eagerness-to-rush-into-the-lift-without-letting-others-out-first-attitude. Really. I mean, do I have to be fat to let you notice me first? I think I should carry a sign that says:

"RANG WEI, ZOU KAI, WO YAO CHU QU! GET LOST YOU BLOODY IDIOTS!"

God! They knew I was going to come out, and they still wanted to go in, hello?!?!?! Where's your basic courtesy people???

And then later in the day, stupid brother and toddler cousin made me laugh like a mad woman:

Brother: O, being a failure is a good thing! Failure is the best you can be! Go tell popo (grandmother)!
Cousin: Popo, I'm a failure!
Popo: Choi!

Man, kids are so darn gullible nowadays, you tell them anything and they'll believe, just like parrots, so cute.

Not implying that I had the sensibility to believe my elders back when I was younger. My dad made me believe that Bintan island was actually a 'dinosaur island'... yea.. But of course, it's the childhood memories that make our lives all so interesting right?

This then reminded me of another incident, my brother was fiddling with the computer, so he had this programme that played different celebrity voices, and so, through the phone, he made himself to sound like Arnold Schwazenager.

Brother: [In Arnold's voice] Hello
Cousin: Hello, who is this?
Brother: [In Arnold's voice] I'm Arnold.
Cousin: Who?
Brother: [In Arnold's voice] Never mind. Who's your daddy and what does he do?
Cousin: Hello?
Brother: I'm Arnold.
Cousin: Hello?
Brother: [In Arnold's voice] Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello.
Cousin: *Click*

Hahahahahahah.. Okay, that was plain cruelty. But of course, he called back and told him he played a prank.

Went shopping with Mom today, bought two Esprit shirts. Again. Yes, I'm an Esprit addict remember? Saw beautiful lovely dresses at Zara. Reasonable, and good.

Kayaking in the evening. Wanted to cross over the OCC/SCC bend, but bro was too scared to go, so, had to stay within the bloody area. Shit. Cos you see, we were the only people in the reservoir, so, you know, he was afraid of crocodiles? Man...

Yea right. He's not afraid to ride the byte and capsize like a silly cow. But he's afraid to kayak? Is there a difference? The only difference is that you move slower, lots of arm power needed, more closer contact with sea weed, more turning power, and more control. Gee Whiz... I could have gone over my record (that means crossing the bend), but, because of him (as the older sibling, I have to "protect" him right?) I had to just be contented with lying down on the kayak in the middle of the reservoir, dreaming about a merman popping out of nowhere and granting me a wish.

Well, if I had one wish, I'd wish for a thousand more wishes.

Mwaahhaah.. So What, I'm greedy, but, people, its strategy.

Reverse psychology. Blur genies...

13 May 2006

2006-05-13T23:11:00.000+08:00

Whoosah!

Back to Tennis Class! After a 4 month hiatus! Well, for 2 months only, promised dad I'll get back into shape, and I DID!

Whee... I am so happy. Just when I thought I sucked and went 'Shit!' at every single shot, after an hour, I got back into shape, I could whack the ball, return it and serve well. Though Coach Sam was constantly telling me (and I think he was pissed) to keep my follow through... He kept telling me to relax my elbow, but I really couldn't! I tried to relax it and make it look spastic, but, it was still stiff.

Good refreshing practice, though some old-hag/ drama mama had to come with a nike red hat (I mean, its 9.30pm and you're still wearing a cap during the night? What the hell is your problem man!) She was also with slutty tight fitting revealing clothing. I mean, hello, you're like, 40 years old? Face the fact, you maggi mee hair woman.

I played better than I expected, though gigantic bugs and beetles were dropping down from the sky (though I don't really know why) and totally freaked me out. Now everyone thinks I'm a bimbo... Hey, I have a phobia for insects alright! Lemme tell you my intimate relationship with a lizard 8 years back:

Once upon a time, I was at some I-forgot-the-name-of-the-island island. Left my snack in the chalet and went to collect seashells. Came back, took my favourite snack (Chicken In a Biscuit) and happily ate it. Then felt something jelly-ish. Ooh! The company gave a free toy! Took it out, turned out to be a dead lizard (Probably from the excessive snacking), freaked me out, ran to daddy, never ate that snack for like, 7 years.

I have a traumatic relationship with insects or animals for that matter of fact, I don't know why. They seem attracted to me. Deers (got rammed down once by it, on the same island. It was charging and aiming for my strawberry Pockey lah!), Monkeys (Got chased by one in MacRitchie) and butterflies (woke up with one on my nose), and oh yes, mosquitoes (bit my lip and made me look like that slut, anna nicole smith with her botox-ed bloody thick lips)!

Anyway, just glad that I could do some real workout today. Thanks mummy and daddy.

Sorry people if I sound moody, don't really have the feeling to write properly, friggin pissed, because of my Bloody Freaking Computer!

ARGHH!!!!!!!!!!! Just when I was doing up something important, valuable, writing up a huge big report, it had to crash. And guess what, I didn't save! Wippee! Isn't that great? I HATE MY COMPUTER!!!!!!! I didn't save, I deleted all other information, and the stupidest thing is, it didn't recover back my files. BLOODY ARSEHOLE!!!!!! ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I hate it. It ALWAYS HAS TO CRASH AT THE FRIGGIN WRONG TIME!!!

What the heck.

I want a new computer, this one sucks.

But then again, why am I making a huge fuss, it's not a living thing. ARGH!!!! DIE YOU BLOODY COMPUTER, DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Actually, don't! All my other important info are still inside. Shoot.

GET ME A NEW COMPUTER BEFORE I SHOOT MYSELF. Literally of course. GOD!

All my precious information... All my precious hard work...

IDIOT COMPUTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why can't you crash another time? I'm not stressing you out, or am I? I mean, I give you good programmes to run, good stuff to play, take good care of you, dust away all the dust accumalated around you, place you on a new IKEA table, let you be in the comfort of my room, and you have to do this to your owner. Why computer, WHYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why the hell is this happening to me?

Computer, is it because I don't play games, so you get bored? Is it because you feel I am studying too hard, and you NEED TO CRASH to tell me that I need a break? Is it because you don't like the way I look at you?

Freak You.

I am at my wits end.. really...

Basket...

Oh yes, mother's day tomorrow. Got your gift yet?

2 May 2006

2006-05-02T15:45:00.000+08:00

May! Another month has passed... So quickly, yet again.

25 more days to my immersion programme to China, 14 more days to VJC's closing application (essays NOT done yet) , 17 more days to NJC's closing application, 18 more days to VJC's GAT/AAT test (NOT Prepared YET), and most importantly, 5 more days to the MID YEARS!!!!!!! (DEFINITELY NOT Prepared)

AHHHH!!!

I'm going ga ga now... Really, like the freaky weird teletubbies whom live in their wonderland where baby Suns are an often sight and scooter rides and televisions on their tummies fill their world of loneliness, to compensate for their unfortunate looks and colour and well, defects. ''Teletubbies! Teletubbies! Say Hello!''

Hello!

Oh man.. yes, I'm going looney... Anyway, this will be my last post for the fortnight, after that, I'm back to blogging! Whee...

Alright, today I'm gonna post about my obsessive compulsive disorder for cleaniness and neatness. For those whom have been to my house before, you would agree with me one hundred percent. I can't stand untidiness, nor messiness, nor spills, nor crumps, nor things that would be out of place! I don't know why, I'm a perfectionist remember? Books have to be arranged by height/ author/ colour/ series... Whereas clothes have to be arranged by the colour and the type and be sorted out into different categories (school/ home/ golf/ swimming) and paper will have to be neatly filed and sorted, pens and pencils will have to be put into place as well. Even documents in my computer are sorted like this:

Andrea's Documents
Digital
- Family
- Friends
- Dogs
- Family Travel (which will then be also categorised into other folders)
- Etc... Etc...
Fireworks
InnoWITs
IPW 2006
Microsoft Excel
Microsoft Word
- Primary School
- Secondary School
- Others
Microsoft Powerpoint
- Primary School
- Secondary School
- Others
Microsoft Publisher
SSS Debate

Andrea's Songs
- Albums
- Male
- Female
- Oldies
- Praise & Worship (Chirstianity)
- Christmas
- Jazz
- American Idol
- Chinese

Can I be even more insane? Yes I can... I clean my room every night, make sure it smells good and clean by having the 'White Musk' fragrance with tea-light and pack my board games chunkies into plastic zip lock bags. Going on to my accessories: I have 9 containers and 6 drawers for it.. And each of them in plastic zip-lock bags arranged according to: Bracelets, Earrings, Necklaces, Beads, etc...

I don't even let my maid clean my room for I don't like the way she organizes it! Really, I think I am crazy... Some already think this disorder has gotten the better of me. No wonder I'm cleaning and sweeping the classroom nearly every morning? God!

But I truly believe that neatness brings out one's personality and character, without proper self-discipline and etiquette to even handle your own chores, I don't think the society's ready for you. Okay people, no need to be scared, I won't bite, but if you're untidy and messy, maybe I will.

28 April 2006

2006-04-28T20:50:00.000+08:00

I felt compelled to write this post anyway, because I realized I just need to be more verbal about my feelings, about something that has been bugging me for my entire music life. It's nothing big, just a small 'fascinating' mechanism in which we people refer to as the 'radio'. Yes people, no, I'm not speaking alienatonese, the radio has been giving me a rather huge headache lately... Read and Enjoy:

What's up with Radio DJs' these days?!?!? Don't they get enough attention? I mean, FIRST it was the dreadful awful horrendous choice of songs they pick, SECOND, talking way too much till it drones on and on, putting people to sleep. And thirdly! Airing too many commmercials on the programme for minutes till end.

I am seriously fed up. Take today for example, I tuned into a radio station, they talked on and on, got fed up, tuned in to another one, talked on and on again! And can you believe I was there, stuck in a traffic jam with my dad in the car, and i was constantly pressing the tuner button (sorry dad!) because everyone WAS BLOODY HELL talking! 7 radio stations at one go people. 7! WHAT HAS THE WORLD COME TO!

Yes, I am making a BIG HUGE fuss about it, because I tune into the radio to hear MUSIC, not some people cooped up in the room or some convention centre talking about the weather and whether Hougang is pronounced as 'Hoe-gang' or 'Ow-gang', NO ONE CARES!! ALL I WANT IS MUSIC! I am so sick and tired of always tuning into some radio channel and hear the DJ talk. I don't want to know how many goals Liverpool scored, I don't want to know if some football player just took cocaine and can't play for the next 5 matches, I don't want to know how a woman in some europe country got punished for peeing in public area! DO I LOOK LIKE I WANT TO KNOW THIS ON RADIO???

If I want news, I rather tune into the news channel. Really, you need not report it, after all, it's just a button away and it's still free.

"Courts is having a MEGA 20% off sale, go and check it out!"; "Vote for your favourite Miss Tourism Singapore"; "Get a free drink with every purchase of this wonderful custard pie!"

I mean, hello, people are already not that enthu over Miss Singapore and here you are trying to promote Miss Tourism S'pore? And it seems that Courts is ALWAYS having a mega sale. La La La... Yawn.. Anything new?
Really, I was stuck in the traffic jam (already so fed up) for 30 minutes and I only got to hear 1 song, which was not very appeasing to my ears either. All the time, I was hearing traffic news, local news, defence features for the day, prank calls, dedications, jokes, commercials, commercials, commercials, commercials, BLOODY commercials! I am so SICK AND TIRED OF HEARING YOU IDIOTS TALK AND TALK AND TALK!!!

It happens everytime.

EVERYTIME.

Can't people understand that we tune into the radio mainly to hear music. I guess some people are metally slow. 30 minutes, you play 1 song.

Surely these can only be considered signs of brutal and severe retardation? Or Asperger's syndrome, whatever.

Songs are meant to be nice, rythemic. I tune into the radio and I hear a despo version of the 'Numa numa numa eh' by Guo Mei Mei. I switch, and I hear eminem's song that embarrasses, insults and looks down on the female race. It goes like this:
"Shake that a** for me, shake that a** for me... Looking for a girl who will do whatever the f*** I say".
So you see, it's an insult to the female race. This proves to show that men just want women for sex. Yes, just for sexual intercourse. I don't want to discriminate the manlihood of men, because I believe that there are men out there who go for true love. Women have their rights. And who are you to write a song and tell people you want a girl whom you can force, force her to do whatever you want her to do. WOMEN stand their ground. We are righteous people, DESERVED to be respected, and you are not allowed to insult us for we have our rights, our freedom and our respect. If you can't even respect a women for love, you are not fit to be in this society, to be paid a few million bucks for a song, to even be alive. R-E-S-P-E-C-T!
Truly, it's disappointing that there are such desperate horny men and women out there... Freakish menaces to society...
And then I switched and heard Nelly's song about his fetish for his bling bling and pimpy products or like, whatever... (Later that night, I saw the music video on MTV) and it seems that fame has totally disillusionised him.. His fashion taste has deteriorated, his songs has gone from bad to worse and his body is turning to a flabby blub. Poor guy... You see people, money CANNOT buy you happiness, it can only buy you stupidity and insanity.

So to all you radio DJs' out there. Here's a piece of advise:
1) Play Good Songs
2) Less Commercials
3) Less Talk
4) More Music

G.E.M.S... Go an Extra Mile for Service will you? Do a good deed... After all, elections ARE here, tis the season to have sensible taste...

25 April 2006

2006-04-25T18:34:00.000+08:00

Ooh... Terribly terrbily, sincerly, my apologies to Jolene (who seems to want to hammer me) for not blogging for a week. I know! But hey... I've got my reasons.

Started today by reaching school extra early to celebrate the first day of the Mid-Year Examinations with friends by eating! Yes! We brought along home-cooked food and had a splashing mega breakfast party... All in commemoration for the Mid-Year Examinations.

Me - Spicy Mee Pok and Scrambled Eggs
Clara - Fried Fishballs and Calamari Rings (Loved It!)
Jolene - Curry Puffs
Charmaine - Luncheon Meat, Fried Bee Hoon
Beatrice - Bengawan Solo Cake

We ate together with Shi Ling, Stella, Zi Xin, Yi Mei and 'Gam Beh-Good Luck-ed' each other with our packet drinks! Haha... Deng Lao Shi told us 'Wah, ni men hen cute leh!'... So farni.. But everyone had fun, we enjoyed breakfast, and we promised ourselves that we would have another bigger bash once the examinations are over.. Can't wait!

Paper 1s' were absoulutely horrendous... I thought I did extremely well for the English Argumentative Essay whereas the English Letter Writing sucked. I felt I did my best in Chinese Letter writer, but sucked at the Chinese Argumentative Essay. Gosh!

I've noticed that I've become addicted to Lost and Desperate Housewives. Not because I get to feel lucky for myself in Lost and watch sexual scenes in Desperate Houswives, but because of their plot, their setting and their mood actually makes you ENJOY it! Since dad bought the DVD set for Lost, I've been chasing it ever since! For those Lost viewers and fans: don't you agree that Ethan is such a bloody freaking bastard... Thank goodness Charlie killed him. Sayid's story was so scary, I was actually shaking from head to toe, with the pillow covering my face except part of my eye... Well, i guess Lost 'toughens' me up, you know, make me more resilient to scary shows/movies...
Although I admit, screaming my head off to the 'Deep Blue Sea' was utterly lame and stupid, the shark was really frightening, and what with all the slitting, stripping, killing, dead people, God!!!

Okay, another issue to raise before I go: Singlish.
I mean, okay, it is a trait of Singapore. But positive or negatively? Although I admit, I seldom, seldom speak singlish, only if there is a necessity for it to be used, other than that, PERFECT English. I get utterly irritated when people say:

'Have you saw her?' (I mean, come on, I won't kill anyone with a saw)
'Action Sia...' (I do not want to act, so stop acting like a director)

I was searching for the meaning of 'aiseh' on the internet, but, could not find it. Anyone would be kind enough to tell me?
But, results came instead showed 'Singlish', and the so called 'Doctors' of Languages in several foreign universities wrote an article on Singlish. I mean, hello, who are you guys to write an essay on Singlish? That's an total insult to my eyes. You dare to tell me the pronunciation to speak singlish, you write about why there is singlish. Singlish has its own significance and if someone comes along and writes about how foreigners don't understand the terminology, 'Ang Mo Lang', I suggest you stay in Singapore and learn our wonderful 'culture'. Though Speak good english campaigns have been proposed, only a minority, or a pinch, would try to speak good english. We should know that English is an integral communication tool to our neigbouring countries, friends, and to the society. We need to know that Singlish can come in now and then, such as 'leh', 'lor', 'sia', 'meh'... but do take into consideration that Singlish sometimes has its limits or else you'll sound like an idiot, making a fool out of yourself. (Though people who try to slang their English while up on the podium really pisses me off more.) I mean, the USA has their own lingo too! I mean, look at Randy of American Idol, he keeps saying:

'Y'know what I'm saying, dawg? Yo Dawg! I mean, man, you rock dawg!'

Which he actually means:

"Hey! You were great out there, Go for it!"

and in Singlish it will sound like:

"Wah, so pro sia you, very good! Understand? You so good one lor you!"

So you see guys, the world of Language is so interesting.

Oh yes, another issue. I was watching CNA yesterday and people labelled this eurasian guy who could speak Chinese, a hardworking, unique, miracle person. I was like, so? My chinese sucks, I know, well, not THAT badly, at least I can communicate fairly well with my china counterparts in my immersion programme last year!
I mean, what's with Ang Mohs' speaking Chinese? If I were a Chinese (which I am) and have been speaking English growing up all my life, all my fourteen years, and if I cannot speak a word of Chinese, I would be labelled as a disgrace whereas an Eurasian-Singaporean, would be labelled as a miracle, for others may have this mentality that they ought not to know Chinese for their are ANG MOH! So people, don't you agree that this is ultimate racism, just because of our skin colour, we are labelled differently from eurasians. I would say we Chinese-Singaporeans here are of an advantage. We handle Chinese well, we handle English well, we are bilingual, we should no longer be labelled as an 'ordinary' person where bilingualism for a Chinese is not a miracle, but for an eurasian, it is. They are not miracles. I have been speaking English my whole life with my family, with my friends, yet I speak Chinese fluently. I see no miracle in an eurasian speaking Chinese when he, like me, has been speaking English his whole life as well.