being obscure clearly.

Tuesday, February 28, 2006

some dentists are okay

and that's the one i got.

went to school at 12 only to find out there is NO DENTIST AVAILABLE in NUS Denticare. Please call 677**** to make an appointment at a nearby branch.

so a 4.40 p.m. appointment was made at Woodlands Denticare. right up to marsiling station, i was still contemplating not going. i hate hate hate dentists. one of my greatest nightmares would be an accident in that dentist chair that leads to me having a bleeding mouth, and no teeth. :|

turned out pretty okay, the guy filled the cavity and gave me medication for the swelling and joy of joys, PAINKILLERS! i however have to return in 2 weeks time for a check- up cuz my gums are quite swollen and he wants to make sure its not due to something more serious. "or else we have to do a more serious treatment." how ominous.

but yay! its over! for at least 2 weeks! the gums still throb and it still hurts at times but maybe its all psychological cuz i feel ALOT better. i even managed to laugh and smile which was near impossible this morning.

i saw a sign at a construction site that said,

"BE CAREFUL AT WORK. YOU MIGHT NOT HAVE A SECOND CHANCE."

umm, how reassuring.

had kfc with the boy. two days in a row of 2 piece spicy chicken! boowhizza! and after the foiled NUS dentist trip we had lunch at munchies. PASTAAAAAAAAAAA. i had a craving. so i got my al funghi and he got his aglio olio. happy people we are.

i was so exhausted from the lack of sleep and general pain that when i fell asleep in the bus from school to clementi, i actually had a dream. in that dream i was carrying my blue file. but i wasn't! today i brought my laptop, which was good cuz then i managed to conjure an outline for my response paper due this friday.

and after the filling was done i wasn't allowed to eat for an hour so we sat at woodlands library doing our essay, before going to admiralty's kfc.

i am in a much better mood. i even gleefully popped the 4 pills. and i realize between my recent habit of popping panadols for this toothache and my consumption of multivitamins, the inclusion of these 4 pills makes me quite the pill- popper. ah well, whatever kills the pain.

but now the left side of my neck hurts, cuz i cushioned my right jaw with my bolster while i slept, causing my neck to be permanently tilted to the right throughout the night. and maybe i should stop bouding up the stairs too, cuz my hip joints hurt when i walk, and even more when i climb stairs.

jeez. i must be past my due date.

now i shall rest a bit and watch tv cuz a sickly person like me can watch the tv without guilt cuz i am too weak to do anything else! *feigns fainting*

thennnnnnnn i will do my sexuality paper, work more on my response paper and do some readings.

but for now i am the sick patient, and the sofa is the nurse.

i am having the toothache of the century.

last night the pain got so bad i was just tearing and breathing heavily. then i got home and the throbbing went to my upper jaw and my head. so that's one giant throbbing mass on the entire right side of my head.

panadols worked for a while but i was awaken by the pain at 6 and couldn't go back to sleep. a fitful one it has been.

time for the dentist trip, though i hate it so. my right gums are swelling up. just what the hell is wrong la, really.

Sunday, February 26, 2006

kitschy and novelty

i like my vitamins to be shaped like tits and schlongs and cars and houses and johnny depp. that way, it'll be more fun. but for now i'd settle for vitamins that looks like... pills.

whatever happened to robovites? did you guys eat robovites? man robovites was fun. robot- shaped vitamins are da bomb.

and i realize i'm such a fan of kitsch. i like vitamins shaped into silly things, i like to eat chocolates shaped like camel shit, i like novelty things, more for how it looks than its functions.

and my maplek just told me that i should eat my vitamins because "they're good for me, regardless of shape, size or colour."

i told him he sounded like rajaratnam, and he gleefully agreed. sigh.

as you can tell, its a slow sunday.

Saturday, February 25, 2006

so what's the matter with you?

sing me something newwwwww, don't you know the cold and wind and rain don't know, they only seem to come and go awayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy...

who can guess what song that is?

haha yeah it just hit me when i was at starbucks with the boy. i started mumbling, "made a meal and threw it up on sunday i've, got alot of things to learn..."

and i nearly cried cuz i realized i love that song and THEY DIDN'T PLAY IT! dammit. okay okay i'll get over my oasis grievances. no i don't think the gig sucks, i just wished they had played more songs. :(

woke up at 8 to meet the boy at 9 to go to the botanic gardens. yes, an evolution class field trip. and a field day it was.

hot day, too, and we were parched by the time we reached town. he had his subway and i got my double cheeseburger. yum. and he got me a COOKIE! C is for COOKIE, its good enough for meeeeeeeeeee.

i am EXHAUSTED. i am so mentally drained that while we were at starbucks, i speculated about the pigeons actually pecking through the giant green starbucks umbrella, and through this holes, shit into people's coffee. and i explained how this would mean pigeons have evolved, cuz they now shit into holes instead of at random places.

and just before i said that a pigeon shat. its YELLOW. not white. or maybe that pigeon had gastric.

*something wet plops from above*
fiza: oh wow.
suresh: *looks* was that pigeon shit?
fiza: WHAT ELSE WOULD BE FALLING FROM THE SKY?!?!

played a little of hangman and then it was home for us exhausted people. you know you're getting older when you leave town when the people have just started trickling in, or when your peers are just WAKING UP. blimey.

but its okay. this means i get to catch up much- needed sleep, read home and decor, blog a little, check mails, do my response paper and clear some readings. in no particular order whatsoever. and OF COURSE if i sleep now i won't be sleepy tonight, and there's soccer on TV. hoo yeah. i love cable.

oh yes we were at borders and i saw this HOT PINK book titled, "the girl's guide to football." and to show how useless the book is, they used ASHLEY COLE as an example of a full- back. and they explained the offside rule through umm, a shopping senario. something like when you enter the shop and you see the shoe then some other girl sees the shoe then one of you run first or something la. i totally didn't get it. i think offside rule is alot simpler to understand if you just watch the game.

oh and they also claimed that the confederations cup is not worth skipping a shopping trip over. ??? biased bullshit, that book is. and why in blue heavens is it pink? if you are reading something PINK to up your knowledge of soccer, i think you're much better off without it.

i seriously do not understand why society has this misconception that soccer and women are akin to blondes and thinking. mia hamm is living evidence that such a thought is now archaic. women not only understand soccer, they can play it (very well, in fact). we don't have to chop our boobs and locks off to do so, too.

so what gives?

there was this article in a women's magazine about flirting and it said that its good to act all friendly, but do not lie and claim you like the same sports team he does when you don't even know what sport that team play. to be specific, they asked if a guy likes Liverpool FC, would you say you support them too, or do some other thing i can't recall. the general assumption was when you say you support them too, its because you're trying to impress the dude, as opposed to the possibility that you might actually genuinely support liverpool (ahem).

what a load of bullcrap. i think we have come too far to constantly cloak ourselves in this belief that soccer is a man's game. with everything that has been done in the women's sports scene in general, i think women's magazine such as the one i read should catch up with times and celebrate the breaking of the divisive gender bastion, instead of reinforcing and embracing blindly the belief that women know nuts about soccer/ sports (yes i use em' interchangeably. sue me).

i think by putting such things in magazines read by females young and old only serve to encourage women to believe that they SHOULD be ignorant, that is it unfeminine, even, to indulge and actively support a soccer team. we have improved by leaps and bounds with regards to every other sport, so i don't know see why soccer should continuously be seen as a masculine territory.

its the world's favourite game, y'all. stop being a pussy about it.

Friday, February 24, 2006

where were you while we were getting high?

pictures are with yc, so i'll put em' up when i get them.

what can i say, its oasis. you can't go to their gig and not feel like you've just became part of a very important moment in history. they're legends, in my humble opinion, at the very least because they PREVENTED me from liking boybands in my naive secondary school days. so there were the girls in my class listening to their take 5 and backstreet and moffats and whathaveyous, and i was oasis- ing, green day- ing, catatonia- ing, portishead- ing... i was always a weird child.

so although they didn't play all the songs i wanted them to play, i'd take what you give lord liam, cuz beggars can't be choosers and god knows i've been begging for an oasis gig since eternity.

okay enough groupie gushing. so how WAS the gig?

well imagine lots of sweaty people. lots of sweaty men. lots of hyperactive sweaty men. lots of tall, hyperactive, sweaty men. okay?

then put me in the middle of it all, all 1.57m of me. hoo yeah.

but it was good, it was less tiring cuz that way i didn't really have to jump/ mosh alot, i just let the ocean of bodies around me lift me up by their sheer force. and two or three times yc lifted me up a little so i could see the drummer doing his majick. and he is majick i tell you. he drums and even the men get wet. HOTHOTHOT.

saw a few people i know but OF COURSE. it eez oasis! lots of people from my time. and some real old foggies, probably in their 30s, they probably caught the oasis fever in their 20s. all's fair. but screw teenyboppers who only knows heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, lyla! and and after aaaaaall, you're my wonderwaaaaaall, then stay quiet and STILL (how does anyone stand still in a rock gig is BEYOOOND me) for the rest of the gig. BOO YA. if you want to be quiet and still then buy sitting tickets la. save money lei.

but all that aside, meuzeek rocks my balls, your balls, their balls, everyone's balls, and i am very happy and tired.

OH and i happened to catch the nth telecast of american idol at like 12 midnight. top 12 men. off the top of my head; i like taylor hicks (dude with white hair), elliot, ace young (HOT), will mackay, chris daughtry. besides will, i think the other 5 are shoo- ins for the final 12. wait and see. i am a soccer pundit, an idol pundit, and god knows what else. my name should be nor "pundit" fiza. hurhur.

and we went through a very rough bump this week, but we're still together and i still love you.

blogger swallowed one of the nicest post i ever wrote for him (the one on sat, with the picture), for no rhyme or reason. blogger is an ass. so till i'm inspired again, let's just do this.

there was no reason to like you, to go out with you, to talk to you for hours, to laugh with you, to spend days with you, to hold your hand, to let go of it, to smile at you, to be with you... no reason to love you. and there is no reason to stop.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

chocolate lovin' goodness

i want chocolate. cake. mudpie. something. ANYTHING!

oasis gig tomorrow! whoooooooooooo hooooooooooo. you gotta roooooooooooll with it!

so today was school from 10ish to 4ish with the boy. its impossible to focus when there's mosquitos, high humidity, and zero caffeine. sigh. lunched at gecko then managed to focus a lil' better. then it was queensway shopping centre! yayyyyyy! we bought a ball! umm yea. a size 1 ball. very nice nike ball. yellow- based, blue stripes. :D:D

then he had cheese fries then it was off to teach again! new kids this time. my permanent class. 4 boys and a girl. taught them science today. not bad, was pretty fun. atoms, molecules and ions, anyone?

and why am i not even SURPRISED that one of the boy is named suresh? hmm hmm hmm? and why is it so predictable that lil' suresh is the most attentive in class? not necessarily smartest, but definitely most attentive. hah.

oh before he (BIG suresh) walked me to the school, we stopped by the queensway food centre and got OLSKOOL soya bean. it TASTED damn olskool. i can't explain it. maybe its the price also. 50 cents. NOSTALGIC CAN.

when was the last time anything vaguely pleasurable cost less than a dollar?

primary school la. so ya, nostalgic can. some more the place was so ulu and retro and ya. TIME WARP! WAH HEYYYYYY. suresh likes retro places too. and today we said the same dumb thing at the same time.

*sees giant poster of michael ballack*
fiza: *waves* hello!
suresh and fiza: nice goal!
*looks at each other*
suresh and fiza: I SAY FIRST!

its one thing when you think alike and answer the same things to the same questions, but its borderline freaky when you say DUMB things at the same time. BTW the nice goal was in reference to ballack's goal against AC Milan this morning. and yes liverpool lost to benfica by a goal. BUTBUTBUT i predicted an arsenal upset and what did i tell you? HAAAAAAAAAAAAA. i should be a football pundit! *smirk* i rock so many balls.

i apologize to those whom the last paragraph just flew right over their heads.

so anyway yes my kids are nice and decent boys and girl. surprisingly manageable. and the money's good so yay. :)) and there's a vacancy for a sec. 4 maths/ sci tutor for just 4 sessions, and i'm trying to get (big) suresh to do it. $33/ hour okay. wahlaoeh.

so maya yes i am HAPPY again! haha. doesn't take much. but yes, yellow ball was quite the miracle. now if only i can play soccer or touch rugby again... and wear my boots... and... and... bahhhh.

1 response paper due in a week. 1 midterm quiz in 2 week's time. 1 response paper due in 2 week's time. topic proposal due in 3 week's time. many many things to do.

but i will bounce right back cuz that's who i am and that's what i do. and to further reinforce this fact;

fiza zali --

[noun]:

A person who is constantly high

'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com

toldja.

p.s.: my singapore idol rant bit was published in the ST tuesday supplement, digital life, in the blogosphere section. :| its going places, that post.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

No one will ever love you as much as I do. Why isn't love enough?

what i liked so much about the movie closer wasn't just the raw emotions, but the endless list of quotable quotes.

i think sometimes i've been conditioned into being happy. maybe some days i'm not actually happy, but its alot easier to pretend that i am, than to be feel what i really feel.

sometimes i think happiness is like reinforced plexiglass. you can drop it, throw a rock at it, and nothing, not even a crack. but a single gunshot, a speeding car crashing into a shop, and the glass shatters into a billion, tiny, shimmering pieces.

pieces of happiness.

and when its in small pieces it doesn't count. happiness is happiness only when all the bits come together and become a wall of glass. when its broken and scattered the different pieces of happiness cries in pain, feels lost and confused.

and right now, i am on my knees clutching these shards of glass.

Where is this love? I can't see it, I can't touch it. I can't feel it. I can hear it. I can hear some words, but I can't do anything with your easy words.

time. it all comes down to time. and timing. maybe this, maybe that. what if i had done that differently, or done this differently...

but what does it matter? time won't be coming back is it? all you have is now, and that past. what you can change is the next three seconds, and maybe tomorrow.

time. what is it about time? you're always wanting more. its never enough. just 5 more minutes of snoozing, 2 more seconds, hugging, 3 more months, before splitting... many more years, before facing, before realizing.

just a tiny, little bit more, just a small tick of the second more, and then okay, you'll let go. or so you tell yourself.

truth of the matter is time is just time. its just what you do with it that makes it so frustrating. if i was spending time in a lecture i wish time would fly. but if i'm spending time with you i wish it will slow down, pause, or freeze even, cuz it all feels so little.

and we will never have it all. we can never reach forever. whether or not we can get there is another matter, but we can't go there anyway. we can never play with the idea of forever. forever, ironically, shall forever elude us.

and i can hear it. hear it cracking, falling to pieces.

but yes, today is enough. yesterday, was enough. tomorrow, will be enough. feed yourself enough today to make the love stay for one more day.

Supposing you do still love them?
You don't leave.
You've never left someone you still love?
Nope.

and that makes it all quite simple. but on rare days things complicate itself, the way an unborn baby complicates its birth.

you think about the day. the day it will end. you wonder who he will be with next. you think of all the things that will hurt and can hurt and does, hurt.

then you realize its no more fruitful than the fact that its temporal, and you move on. cycle, rinse, repeat.

and maybe it will never end till it ends. then it all ends. then maybe it wouldn't matter cuz it ended for the right reasons.

I don't love you anymore. Goodbye.

Monday, February 20, 2006

the ball keeps rolling

my friend got me to cover his tution session for today and now i've got an assignment too. yay! its under sinda, hence my dabbling with the 'dark' side is now further expedited. hurhur.

and this probably means i'm dropping the lady who can't speak english. i'm sorry but its really hard to teach someone O Level english if you don't have basic english knowledge. ah well.

but the long walk to the school from the station means i am pooped. queensway secondary school is NOWHERE near commonwealth mrt. agh.

on the bright side this means i see erwin every mondays and wednesdays. yay us!

but hooooo boy the kids were a handful. i took over erwin's primary 2 class. 4 boys and a girl.

haniff: cher, just now recess time ali push me!
me: okay okay.
*5 minutes later*
haniff: cher, just now ali push me!
me: yes i know.
*5 minutes later*
haniff: cher, ali push me you know just now!
me: yesyes i know, how many times you want to tell me?
haniff: he push me many times, so i must tell you many times!

-______________-

then the girl, durga, tells me that my "voice very nice", i "mark very nice", then lastly, "cher, you very handsome". lord knows where that came from.

but i had fun and although i get different kids this wednesday, i'm sure it will be pretty okay too. and hey, the money's good. yeap, that was the catch. haha.

in other news, i have an on- and- off toothache thing. its annoying. but now its gone. but tomorrow it might be back. woe is me.

okay tired feet needs bedroom slippers and hungry tummy beckons the chicken rice. love to all and nus kiddos; ENJOY MIDSEM BREAK HORRRRRRRRRR!

Friday, February 17, 2006

baby's good to me you know

she's happy as can be, you know, she said so!

just some beatles to start my post.

the exhaustion from yesterday was brought forward to today when i woke up at 6 a.m. to go teach tuition at 8 a.m. at teban. i am so tempted to quit, you have no idea. at first it was supposed to be one evenings and one mornings. now its both mornings and bloody HELL i am exhausted. i dunno if it'll be worth the $200, especially when she is so much work and is absolutely against evening tuitions. i CANNOT wake up at 6 every damn morning. FYI, i already do that on mondays and there's a reason WHY i don't choose 8 a.m. lectures. bahhhhhh.

yes and i'm extolling the time- old belief that when tired, whine.

fortunately a 4 hour break in school meant lunch, some readings, and 2.5 hours of nap. not like it counts much but it helped keep me awake for the 4 p.m. lecture at least.

and i had something to look forward to! dinner and movie with the boy. caught constant gardener at cineleisure, after dinner at longjohn for me and subway for him. the pacing of the movie could have been better, and maybe they shouldn't have taken so long to get to the main point. i particularly liked how it explored spousal intimacy/ infidelity. lightly, but definitely there. and that scene in loki hurt. the pain and hardship in these countries makes me ashamed of my ignorance. i wish to do something but it seems so out of control and all i can actually do is wallow in my ignorance.

its so drowning, this ignorance. to banish it i have to face it, but the magnitude is so tremendous i just cower away behind the smoke screen and keep the thoughts contained within the theatre, within the 105 minutes in the dark.

and i think the boy was a little puzzled as to why i cried at one point of the movie. sometimes i can't explain myself either. maybe he's right, i am pretty complex. nyeh.

well in OTHER news, i dreamt of several things lately, namely tennis ice- cream and him cheating on me.

1. tennis ice- cream is dark green with white stripes and some lime- yellow bits. yes, basically what you get if you put a tennis court and tennis balls in a giant blender. in my dream i was out with maplek and dizzie and i wanted to eat ice- cream. there was this super chocolatey one, and a very pink strawberry one. and then right next to the mountain of strawberry ice- cream was tennis ice- cream. dark green, white stripes, and lime- yellow bits. and i remembered i wanted to eat it. then i woke up. darn.

2. he fell for an indian girl and started going out with her, i found out, turns out he was interested in her anyway so i courageously (well not really) stepped out of the picture so that they can have their happily ever after. very tamil drama i know. and quite depressing too, given the context of our relationship.

BUT as he kindly pointed out, 99% of my dreams are nonsense (i.e. tennis ice- cream) so i might as well list that as nonsense too.

on my way back i came up with an analogy to describe my exhaustion.

i was gonna say i feel like a soggy sack of potatos, en route to some distant, exotic country on a cargo ship that got shipwrecked, and hence i was thrown into the ocean, then washed up ashore of some foreign unknown land. and crabs bit through my gunny sack, and my potatos are all swollen and soggy and sad.

i am that sack of potatos.

then i mentally smacked myself and wondered at the immense capability of my brain to think of such gibberish junk, and i wonder why i don't put it to better use like thinking of term papers.

then i realize that AAAAAAALL this nonsense is a culmination and now manifestation, of my extreme extreme EXHAUSTION, so this sack of potatos is gonna catch up on some sleep now, and will talk more gibberish tomorrow.

and to think 70% of you think i'm intelligent. :(

do do ya, do ya do ya wanna

franz ferdinand- ed, i am. lost my kneecap, i did.

now try THIS! click me! i wanna know what you think of me. hurhur.

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

baby's back in black

attention NUS students; if you're in opposition of the 3% fee hike, turn up in school in black tomorrow. this is over and above the 5% fee hike implemented just the previous academic year of 2005/ 2006. this will mean an additional $180 to the previous $280 hike. PROTEST PROTEST!

haha although i am not paying for the fees (god bless financial assitance), i know several friends feel the pinch, especially those paying for fees from their own loans/ allowances. and in my humble opinion, improvements in R&D haven't been across the board, but the hikes are. tsk tsk.

apparently, "Increasing costs — due to factors such as inflation and enhancement of undergraduate programmes — were cited as the reason for the fee hike. Costs for teaching and related activities at NUS in recent years, for example, have increased between 3 and 5 per cent yearly."

okay lah. moving on.

i've been sleepy the WHOLE day! maybe i was bitten by the tsetse fly. scary thought right there.

oh went to teach tuition at teban, and then came back home. but itchy backside, never take nap. and now i'm just not sleepy enough to sleep, but just lazy/ tired/ idunnola.

but i caught second half of liverpool vs. arsenal and YAY! garcia scored a late goal. now we're 3 points behind the devils, but with no game in hand.

and more reds Vs red devils action this weekend. of all draws, the FA cup had to draw liverpool to play against man u. the world is against me and the maplek i tell you.

hmm. franz ferdinand concert tomorrow and i'm... indifferent. i'm more excited for oasis la. but hey, i'm sure franz ferd will make me dance, so yeah. then again i am sleepy/ tired/ fatigue, so the excitement isn't exactly forthcoming.

i wrote a post on the Singapore Idol auditions in my LJ and the post got quoted in TODAY newspaper. for those interested in reading the full post, click here. for the newspaper article itself, click here.

okay i need to rest. i guess gastric takes much longer to recover than i thought.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

vomit, vile...

little else rhymes, with valentine.

and how was yours?

first thing i recalled about today was waking up, showering, a sharp pain down my left stomach area, then lying down on the floor before my wadrobe cuz i just can't move. my mum actually entered the room seeing me wrapped in my towel, lying on the floor. as backstreet boys will sing it, "gastric's back, alright!"

she went down to make me milo and when i tried to drink it, the smell of milo made me retch. then i was in the toilet vomitting vile yellow bile. i am quite the poet today, i know.

apparently my stomach is too empty so even though i wanted to vomit, there is no content to be purged out and what came out was i assume, acidic gastric juices that taste like SHIT coming out of your throat. and though i've vomitted gastric juices before (dah season beb), today it was orangey and thick and opposed to yellow and watery. i don't really know why i'm telling you all this except for the fact that i wrote the "vomit vile" poem a long time back, and i see great irony that i vomited vile bile on valentine's day. is this retribution for dissing v- day?

but well i'm not going to stop. after vomitting i managed to down the hot milo, change up for school and meet the boy for breakfast at fong seng. prata with sugar! oh how i miss you. childhood memory one okayyyyy.

heh. and i guess the boy felt the marketing pressure of his surroundings cuz he got me dark chocolate. :D chocolates i can deal.

aside from that nothing was very valentinely about my day. i had classes from 10- 4 and when it ended me and the boy left school.

the cause for my fervour to leave campus A.S.A.P.

decided to go for bread and butter pudding at cali bistro esplanade but they had changed the menu. we ended up with this instead.

what does this picture tell you?

that i am a BRILLIANT photographer cuz i'm telling you right now that apple pie tasted horrible and i only liked the ice- cream. looks can be deceiving.

so we headed down to that pizza place at raffles city and had three- cheese pizza, which was much more satisfying.

tasted better than it looks.

saw so many people with flowers today and at city hall mrt station i almost crashed headlong into this woman who was carrying a baby monster in her hands. according to suresh it was a bouquet of a jillion blooming lilies. THAT THING WAS HUGE I TELL YOU. i'm dead serious. and speaking of huge, there's this teddy bear shop in esplanade that sells a teddy bear that is bigger, fatter and probably heavier than me. and apparently that is very amusing to the maplek.

this was his own anti- cool way of rebelling. haha. wearing soccer jerseys on valentines' day.

that said i do believe its his first valentine's attached, so i hope i didn't make a cynic out of you. i would hate for your future girlfriend to come up to me one day and assasinate me when you don't buy her flowers on v- day, and expect her to join you in laughing at people who can hardly see past the roses. haha.

lots of funny people. a guy made his girlfriend wait outside a flower shop, and then comes out with a bouquet, and the girl acts surprised. -_-

several girls in school were caught clutching their flowers in front of their waistline/ crotch, ala march down wedding aisle. -_-

the theme as always seems to be the bigger the better. has anyone ever considered how gigantic bouquets could be a life hazard? especially in crowds? no one could see me past their dozen of roses/ lilies/ tulips/ lalangs/ whatever.

suresh said in JC1 he had to buy flowers cuz his class guys decided to get the single girls flowers cuz all the attached girls had flowers, and the single girls were looking so sad and forlorn the boys felt it necessary to just get em' bloody flowers. -_______________-

i told him if any girl tells me she feels left out cuz she don't have a friggin' flower on v- day i'm going to take a bunch of lalang and stuff it up her nose.

you got eyes you got nose you got mouth you got head you got hands you got alot of other things, don't whine about FLOWERS okay. bloody hell. this is what happen when a social act becomes a social norm. and then when you are not the recipient of such an act, you feel like an outcast of society.

well if walking around flower- less today made me an outcast of a society of women so proud to be wielding flowers like an armour, i don't think i actually mind.

only on V- day is love advocated so violently. what about on anniversaries of terrorist attacks? what about using it to counter sensitive issues? what about advocating it, say, every damn day?

p.s.: to girls who actually GOT flowers, i'm sure you didn't flaunt it like an armour cuz you are my friends which by default, makes you too cool for that.

Monday, February 13, 2006

some exhaustion and some stars

got my period last night and that only means a looooong, long, sleepless night. just as i was about to fall asleep i realize the water in my water bottle wasn't so hot anymore so i had to go refill. and when i finally dozed off i remembered looking at my phone and it said 5.30 a.m.

what a nightmare.

due to that i was clearly incapable of waking up half an hour later to make it to my 8 a.m. lecture. and after i texted hafiz this news, he decided he wasn't going too. HOPELESS! haha.

woke up at 9 though, and met the boy at macs. neither of us were that hungry so we had milk and iced milo.

school as usual. straight classes from 12- 6. sigh. exhaustion is an understatement, especially since its the first day of the blasted period. and it also made me extra iratable, and boy was i annoyed by my sexuality prof. he takes YONKS to elaborate just ONE point. enough already, i get your point, ON TO THE NEXT.

then it was tutorial and i nearly died, sitting still for so long. the cramps are the first ailment, next comes the backache. and it was horrid. terribly uncomfortable chair.

naturally after class the boy and me gravitated towards gecko without even deciding. ended up having dinner there. and then went for the usc event, some v- day countdown thingy. bought two boxes of strawberry and marshmellow dipped in chocolate, spent time in the outdoor grass area on level 7 for abit, saw lovely view of the keppel harbour, and many stars. left school around 8ish.

so long day it has been, but not too bad at all. tomorrow is v- day and already, walkways of NUS are scattered with red hearts and all sorts of mushy decor. -_- i dread tomorrow. i think if anyone shove flowers to suresh and ask him to buy for me, i might just grab it and stomp on it to prove a point. what exactly, i don't know.

so CO- OPERATE people.

i've got to do this dumb newspaper article thing for my soci tutorial tomorrow. then i'm done. for the day. exhaustion, no matter how intermingled with happy moments it is, is still exhaustion.

and this exhausted girl needs rest.

Sunday, February 12, 2006

beautiful things

spending half your saturday in the sweltering sun, in a crowd of thousands, with two friends in hope they achieve their dreams. and you, well, in hope you make it through the day without fainting from the heat and exhaustion.

catching first light in orchard road for the first time with same two friends.

knowing in the crowd of thousands, at least two know your name, know you well, and want you there.

spending the other half of your saturday with family, despite the exhaustion, sticky skin and tired, tired feet.

eating more food than you can possibly eat, just because eating is so much more fun when together.

having brunch with you, eating and laughing singing, making stupid faces, being openly blatant about how happy we are, and how happy we are together.

knowing you've seen so much of me and yet you're still here.

contentment is a gift god give to just a few.

Saturday, February 11, 2006

pleased as a bumblebee

african cup of nations hosts egypt retains their championship after a fascinating penalty shoot- out which saw drogba missing his penalty shot. :))

in other groundbreaking news, my boyfriend farted in my presence today. a silencer. no sound, got smell. he went, "oops i farted," then proceeded to give me the "you- can't- break- up- with- me- for- farting- you- love- me- too- much" smile.

as i always believe, couples who fart at each other, stays together. we have officially reached a whole new LEVEL of domestication in this relationship and we've hardly been together for a year. in fact as of wednesday we hit 6 months. not like either of us remembered till just now, in the bus on our way to school.

then again i've randomly made up anniversaries as and when i wanted and we have about 4 right now. that day i was so pleased that i got 2 connellys' for $8 i declared it an anniversary date. i think it was 17th january. and a few days back i decided that i was very happy with him, so that day was gonna be an anniversary too. but now i can't remember the date. oh well! the more the merrier.

and okay, why am i blogging at 5 a.m.? cuz firstly i slept early. cuz i was supposed to accompany a friend (who shall remain undisclosed) to queue for singapore idol auditions at wee hours of the morning. said friend henceforth decided to go at 5 a.m., and i will join said friend in a few minutes time, once i go offline, shower, change up and take the first train.

AND I AM VERY EXCITED CUZ LONG TIME HAVEN'T TAKE THE FIRST TRAIN HORRRR!

actually i don't even know if i've ever taken it before. well there's a first for everything, and since my boyfriend says his middle name is "adventure", i shall do some catching up.

the thought of taking the train at dawn is giving me the jooglesboogles.

so i will be back after the auditions thingamajick, with pictures galore (hopefully), and happy friends who qualified for the next round.

and before i forget the best thing that happened today (well okay second best, since i must say the fart was pretty groundbreaking), thank you dearest maplek for surprise breakfast. :)) hotcakes does taste way better than roses.

alot to love in this world. lots and lots.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

itchy itchy scratchy scratchy up and down my backy wacky

suddenly my backside itchy want to audition for singapore idol.

budden horrrrr. lazy la.

haha.

and goodness 50 stalks of roses for $100.

Declaration of Love - $50
12 Roses Bouquet
$30 Le Salon Gift Vouchers for Hair Cut*
$5 Andersen’s Ice Cream Gift Vouchers

Every moment with You - $100
50 Roses Bouquet
Two $30 Le Salon Gift Vouchers for two Separate Hair Cuts*
$10 Andersen’s Ice Cream Gift Vouchers

Forever with You - $198
99 Roses Bouquet
Two $30 Le Salon Gift Vouchers for two Separate Hair Cuts*
$20 Andersen’s Ice Cream Gift Vouchers
$20 Charles & Keith Gift Vouchers

is valentines' day a celebration of mass loss of brain cells? the buzz shop that sells newspaper at chua chu kang bus interchange sells a dozen roses for like $6. that's like 50 cents a stalk and they even got fancy smancy colours like peach and blue. so ya if you really need to get flowers, don't be suckered by the ridiculously overblown pricey flowers.

and HONESTLY who wants 50 roses? i know girls can be stupid, calling diamonds their best friends (uhhh, right) and wanting to eat a candlelit dinner (SO DARK SEE WHAT!??! choke on escargot how????), but 50 roses? FIFTY? do what? i don't know. i really don't. why flowers. who is the idiot who decided that flowers are THE way to go for v- day? chocolates i can understand (then again why just vday? WE SHOULD EAT CHOCOLATES EVERY DAMN DAY!), but flowers? CANNOT EAT LEIIIIIIII.

okay fine i like some inedible things too. like watches and clothes and shoes and bags. but i don't expect them on v- day! this expectation of receiving flowers on v- day is one social norm that is a little beyond my sociological imagination.

so don't let me start on 99 roses. the day anyone gives me NINETY NINE BLOODY STALK OF ROSES AND TELLS ME THE 100TH ROSE IS ME I AM GOING TO TELL HIM TO STUFF THAT BOUQUET AND HIS CHEESY LINE UP... somewhere else. I AM NOT A BLOODY ROSE.

do you see ANYTHING in common?

and er, why would you want to get haircut vouchers? i mean i love a good haircut but selling it with roses... are you gonna get matching haircuts? BIZARRE SHIT.

speaking of haircuts i'm very tempted to get fantasia's hair. it looked nice at the grammy's. but here's an old one.

so neat and sleek.

hair only, not lips okay.

okay so back to my flowers rant. some might wonder why this angst against flowers?

a long long time ago, i had a boyfriend who was possibly the most romantic man walking on the face of Earth. every monthly anniversary, he got me a gift. and some ~~flowers~~ roses. and then it became something like every month, i will get a rose. we broke up for a bit, and he decided to 're- propose' to me by asking me to be his girlfriend again. and how he did this was to;

1. make a jigsaw puzzle, complete with framed backboard.
2. the puzzle comprised of 6 pieces; Will, You, Be, My, Girl, ?.
3. he roped in 5 of our friends to give me each of the piece individually.
4. each of them gave me that one puzzle piece along with A STALK OF ROSE. so do the maths. that's FIVE stalks already.

AND THEN!!!!!!!!!!! AND THEN!!!!!!!!

5. he comes, with the last piece, the "?", a RING, A BOUQUET OF A DOZEN ROSES, gets DOWN ON ONE KNEE, and ASKS me to be his girlfriend. all this, in the middle of CLEMENTI STADIUM, moments after i won my silver for my long jump event. all smelly and sandy and i was banging the sand out of my spike shoes.

for the record i said, "no." then his face had this crumbling thing and all the 5 guys at the corner were expectantly looking at him and making the, "what she say?" face and he turned and i said, "ok la ok la yes." heh.

ish just retelling the story gives me the heebeejeebees. if ANY of you think that is a very sweet, romantic thing to do, try being 1.56m tall and walking around with a school bag, a bouquet of 12 roses + 5 SEPARATE stalks, a silver trophy, and a file. SMELLY and SWEATY.

goodness.

heebeejeebees man. aaaaaaaaall over again.

so yes THAT experience, plus the rest of the one bajillion roses he gave me over the course of our relationship, kinda put me OFF roses. LIKE SERIOUSLY OFF. you have no idea what its like to wake up to the smell of dead roses for 3 days straight. i tried to dry the flowers... press them... keep them in a vase... but its just not my thing. THEY ALWAYS DIE! its exasperating. one of hand i feel bad if i throw them away. i feel bad if they're lying around my room cuz my mum will ceaselessly point out how "i don't appreciate roses from boys" and fact is i DON'T.

so yes. the smell of rotting roses is possibly permanently embedded in my system to trigger off 15- year- old memories.

and i admit he WAS definitely sweet and romantic and mushy and hell lots of girls love it, but i don't. so suck it up everyone, and don't whine that i was an ungrateful bitch for not appreciating it. for the record in that relationship i gave him a gift monthly too, leaving me flat broke and uncreative by the end of the month.

okay and aside from no apparent affinity for receiving roses, i also have no affinity for the people forcing the guy beside me to get me roses when they're selling it. EXCUSE ME AH CHAR BO, DON'T ASSUME I LIKE ROSES OKAY.

okay la so much angst right. but to redeem myself here and to qualify my existence as a female homo sapien, i shall clarify that i do like SOME flowers. okay maybe ONE type of flower.

baby's breath.

i think i like them cuz they're so discreet and unflowerlike. they're pale, very inexistent. and they're not big or colourful. you can give me a THOUSAND stalks of baby's breath (actually i don't really know how they count it) and i can still walk without tripping cuz i can't see my feet, you know?

that said if anyone starts giving me baby's breath every damn day or month, hence killing my love for baby's breath AS WELL, you're just screwing it up for my future cuz then WHAT bloody bouquet of flowers am i going to walk down the aisle with?

okay think very far i know but as of now the only flowers i ever want to hold in my hands when i get married is baby's breath. so if i get sick of it TOO i am SCREWED, understand? i am gonna have to carry dried twigs.

unglam okay.

whee oh whee!

guess whooooooooooooo got his birthday present today?

APIZZZZZZZZZZ!

he was so worried by the sight of newspaper and the hole at the front of the box he thought it was an animal! and all the while he was trying to clear the newspaper he kept saying, "eh is an animal going to jump out or something?" he even shuddered a little! haha!

but noooooooo. its a nice white polo from topman. :))

after that he very kindly dropped me and suresh off in town though he usually dumps us off at bishan. haha. cuz me and suresh wanted to catch the 2 p.m. movie.

guess what we saw?

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welcome to the suck.

movie was brilliant, definitely not your typical war flick. i enjoyed it immensely, and of course the boy did too, army junkie that he is. i think jake gyllenhaal is a brilliant actor, and is gonna make it real big someday. he has yet to reach cliche roles. there is hope yet. but oh, he shows his butt in here (GIRLSSSSSSSSSSSS GO WATCH IT!) and i would think in brokeback mountain as well. must be a special talent of sorts that he lists on his resume. "i'll flash me butt cheeks! no body double needed!"

but anyhow. good movie. do catch it. at some points of time the american patriotism made me wanna hurl but after a while watching the mental breakdown of soldiers made the whole movie more humane.

after that we had lunch at lido itself, he had cheese fries (duh) and i got my zinger. then later he got me GELATISSIMO! it is zee DELICIOUS! tis absolutely EXQUISITO! quando quando quando amore!

okay la i dunno what i'm saying but the ice- cream was FANTASTIC! we had veronese chocolate. chocolate ice- cream with ferrero rocher bits. ooooooooh heaven!

after i finished my ice- cream we took the train back home. and now i am going to nap a little before starting on my history paper and continue watching the grammys which i caught halfway this morning. and thursdays is comedy night on star world too. hmm hmm.

its been another good day. all the happy people in the world say, "AYE AYE AYE AYE AYE AYE AYE!"

and wave your arms in the air like you just don't care, and boogey round your table cuz oooooooooh, i like it like that.

yes i need sleep.

OHOHOHOH i was offered a ride in an ambulance just now! on my walk to the train station to go to school. yeah the mat in the ambulance slowed down and asked if i wanted to tompang/ hitch a ride. bollocks mad. but actually if he was going to NUH it wouldn't have been such a hassle BUT NO i am NOT going to school in an ambulance. goodness.

okay la i want to sleep. but ehhh i want more of that gelatissimo. $3.90 a cup though. blimey.

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

shake it like a polaroid picture

it was a close call. the royal rumble set in at toa payoh and by yishun i was at my stomach's mercy. it took all my willpower to hold it in at sembawang, and i never ran faster in my life to get to the toilet at admiralty market in time.

oh woe is a girl with a weak stomach.

but why, thou asketh.

see that? too much chili.

that went from full to half. so yea.

suresh is going to have fits just reading that. are you are you are you? :D:D:D

but oh joyous meal it was. i love thai express and the good news is, i am now a member! yes! :D more cards to add to the endless pile!

we also bought make- up stuff at john little. for those of you who's never been there, john little at plaza singapura has this cute little spinning booth where you can test whatever make- up gadgets they have. i tried about 3 different types of mascara and ended up with BEYOND sky- high lashes. sky's the limit? not anymore, maybelline.

take that.

maybe you can't really see but i thought that was the best angle to capture beyond- the- sky lashes.

another interesting thing you should try.

mousse foundation.

feels like shit but when you rub it into your skin long enough, it feels smooth and powdery and altogether VERY fascinating! i would buy it just to be able to play with it. mum was in the toilet when i tested it out and i felt embarassed enough that i left and joined her. why? cuz i was LAUGHING TO MYSELF, while trying it. the texture is that... um, weird. really like shit. and shit cracks me up all the time.

oh and by try i mean play with it. cuz umm i'm not much of a make- up expert so if you buy this product and you get breakouts please don't blame me.

then i went forever 21! i've been avoiding wisma atria like the plague but today i succumbed to my weakness and ended up with two tops. two CHEAP tops. two NICE, CHEAP tops. so i'm cool. bahhhhhh.

and then it was McCafe!

yum.

i love fluffy, the milk drink they have. its the only thing i definitely must have when i'm there. warm milk with melted marshmellows. mmmmmmm.

i told mum, "properly la!"

so hey, definitions do vary across cultures. and we, apparently, belong to very different cultures.

sociology term paper group meeting tomorrow. nyehnyehnyeh. i don't want... i don't know what the lutherans or anglicans or methodists or prebysterian think about sex and i don't really CARE! let's do hinduism! they have the kama sutra!

and i better finish my history midterm. its due this friday. *bites fingernails*

but hey i got my outlines. and umm i got soccer. and i got school. of which all three helps expedite the process of work so yes. go me. i rock the balls and the bombs.

i wanna be mushy so let me say this,

OH I LUUUUUUUUUUUUURVE YOU WORLD!

hurhurhur. ok good night.

okay i've decided to delete angry post. its rare that i blog on an angry whim.

well so yes, what is the great secret to my apparent calm after such stormy weather?

tearing up newspaper.

very thereaupetic. try it.

a bit of a maths freak

before anything else, let me do this.

HAPPY BURSTDAY WAHAI HAMBA ALLAH KU YANG PALING FEVRET!

okay la so my malay is horrible but HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. its your birthday! we're gonna party like, its your birthday. we're gonna sip bacardi like, its your birthday. and you know i do give a f**k that its your birthday! yay!

wahlao i should be a rapper. another one to add to my inexhaustible list of talents. i was just telling suresh how i was helping a friend fill up his Singapore Idol registration form...

fiza: anyway he said i am giving him good answers!

fiza: yay!

fiza: that means i'm

fiza: ummmmmmm

fiza: a good

fiza: umm

fiza: application form filler!

suresh: is that even an occupation?

suresh: well think it is now..

fiza: nono its a talent

fiza: WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

fiza: i got so many talents you know!!!!! (hahahaha i am so NOT humble around him)

fiza: can balance so many things on my nose

suresh: haha

fiza: my EARS! lest we forget

suresh: my multitalented gf

suresh: mymy

suresh: THE EARS!!! of course..

suresh: the nose

fiza: yeahhhhhh.

fiza: and i can balance cutlery AND stationery.

yeap you read right, nothing's wrong with your eye. on monday, in the middle of arts canteen, with hafiz and suresh as witnesses, i balanced my 15 cm ruler, my 30 cm ruler, my mechanical pencil, my highlighter, my black pen and my marker on my nose. NO, not at the same time.

so yes i am MULTITALENTED Y'ALL!

okay so back to the issue at hand which was why i wanted to blog anyway which is that i have become a bit fascinated by numbers. such as these.

Phuket: $93 for a round- trip flight.
Bali: $153. round- trip.
Kolkata: $243, round- trip.

i.want.to.travel.

like i told suresh, i want morrocan tea in the day, italian espresso at night, food with lots of fish sauce the next day, and authentic dosai by night.

and i realized my idea of travelling equates to lots of eating. its true what. consumption of traditional food is the best way of absorbing a nation's culture. unless you're in singapore and there's nothing very original and authentic about your food. sigh.

i think i need to migrate.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

you slam us we slam you

asswipe.

... Robben is stunned he is being blamed and, according to the Daily Mail, told Dutch television: 'Reina was the one who got carried away, not me. He made a crazy challenge on Eidur (Gudjohnsen) over by the touchline and I told him so when he ran past on his way back to the goal.

'I can't remember the exact words I used, but it was something along the lines of `That was a stupid thing to do, wasn't it?'

'The next thing I know, he swings round and reacts with his hands.

'I don't see how I can be blamed for that. I wasn't the one who lost control.

'I don't think people from Liverpool should be talking about me, either. They should be having a look at themselves.'

i WILL bloody look at you, the man who falls to the ground when reina pushes your face away. you DIVED. it doesn't get more dramatic than that. and you weren't the one who lost control? minutes before THAT dive you were flailing your arms around in frustration, stomping away, when the referee says you fouled cisse. like a young, petulant spoilt brat. and you're saying YOU weren't the one who lost control?

in my humble opinion, mr. robben, you DIVED and dramatised the push beyond necessity. you took advantage of the home ground pressure and the stupid referee. it does not matter anymore who was right or who was wrong. its interesting that you can not just deny your antics, but claim that we shouldn't be talking about it as well. well guess what robben, we ARE bloody talking about it. cuz you DIVED and though you and the entire chelsea camp choose to be delusional about it, i refuse to be blind. and you have some cheek to be pointing out that liverpool should be looking at themselves, when they're known to be one of the cleanest- playing team in EPL, and has won several FIFA Clean Play awards. so here's looking at YOU, mr. oscar winner.

obnoxious behaviour and dirty playing, will not go far. for now just take your too- tight- blue- shorts and balding head elsewhere where people enjoy seeing dirty soccer.

and while i'm at it, The New Paper is mighty disappointing as well. i lost count of how many times they said benitez should just realize the title chase is over.

firstly, benitez, at no point of time, has claimed that we are still fighting for the title. he always say, his focus is the next match, and to win all three points. he never claims to be still fighting for the title so i don't know why new paper columnists are persistently telling benitez to give up the fight for the title. PLEASE CHECK YOUR SOURCES. number one rule of journalism, and i'm a sociology major. -_-

secondly, some suggested that since liverpool has several matches coming up, they should just let chelsea win last weekend and save themselves from suffering injuries to their top players. that is a poor, poor, poor perception of soccer. if all there is to soccer is winning the titles, then i don't see why there's a need for so many leagues, so many teams in each league. i don't see why my friends play soccer. i don't see why i should watch soccer anymore, since chelsea clearly has cinched the title. so why do we still watch soccer? why are there fans of Wolves, of Sunderland? why do they still play their best? cuz soccer is the beautiful game. what it boils down to is not the silverware, but the game itself. so if you think that because liverpool no longer has a fighting chance they should focus their efforts on some other cup they can win, or cut themselves some slack and fight less ferociously for ALL their matches, i believe you shouldn't be a sports columnist.

well in other news i am damn tired. school is mighty tiring these few weeks, seeing how midsem is encroaching. persevere...

and the weather does not help. its always hot and humid and it makes me more fatigued. thank god my classes aren't boring.

and i am pleased cuz i had fong seng for lunch today and i got to eat mee goreng! i don't even like mee goreng but i finished it! so i'm either very hungry or fong seng's mee goreng wasn't too bad at all. i say its a bit of both.

and good news will be nazri selling off his tickets at a much lower price; and hafiz lim and me are going for franz ferdinand! then a week later is me and yc for the oasis gig! boowhizza. good days are gonna come.

but these days aren't too bad either but like i said, the weather and heavy content plus endless deadlines are getting to me. i forsee a burnout, so midsem will come just in time for me. phew.

and i realize all my friends get along with suresh quite well cuz they have alot of fun sharing notes of how weird i am or laughing about my randomness together. harumph. like sara and him today, laughing at me when i described why i think peas taste sandy. nyeh.

so okay nap time or else i'll never be fresh enough to start on ANOTHER response paper.

Monday, February 06, 2006

10 things i like about you

1. i like how we both like soccer. albeit different teams, but that's fine.

as long as man u is behind liverpool.

2. i like how we can discuss politics and nuclear missiles in one minute, diss arjen robben in another, then agree that fergie of BlackEyedPeas look like a man the next.

i'm not kidding.

3. i like how you make me smile with a little too much teeth showing each time.

this blog no insurance, so sorry if i blinded you.

4. i like how we both love, adore, absolutely embrace, food.

5. i like how you make my nose look small next to yours.

another reason to get an indian boyfriend.

6. i like how you lovingly, sweetly, adoringly, smile at me...

while waving a metal knife in front of my face threatening to kill me if i took a picture of you.

7. i like how you wear the seatbelt the minute you enter the car,

but i only have to do it if a police drives or rides by.

8. i like how you gradually became weirder...

9. and weirder.

but most of all, what i like best about you is...

10. you're the closest i can ever get to my very own, personalized tamil hero.

uncanny.

Sunday, February 05, 2006

best things in life...

are unplanned!

i went to the flea market alone at first cuz sara had tuition. then yc came so i had company. the best sort, cuz boys are so rational. "will you even remember this thing 10 days from now?" see? rational shopping. very good.

in the end i only got a pair of abercrombie jeans ($20!) and a tee ($3!). i got two polos for the boy cuz the flea market was truly a polo galore in disguise. men's got it good this time. hafiz, i didn't know what to get you cuz i wasn't sure about size.

and though i bought little at least i didn't leave the place wondering, darn, did i blow that extra 20 bucks for nothin'? yeah. i am so cool.

yeap then i texted sara asking her if she wanted to meet at great world city. long story short we ended up at raffles city shopping centre. i got my THREE CHEESE PIZZA! YUMYUM.

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and root beer!
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and i met loretta alabons. hurhur.

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i took a picture of her which she claimed was 'fat- faced', so i told her to suck her cheeks in. and she did!

anyway so delicious pizza and root beer, then i got ya kun kaya toast. she got bagel from starbucks then we sat outside raffles and talk cock.

then suddenly, there was this!

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GASP! fireworks!

once again.

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GASSSSSSSSSSSSP! fireworks!

ya then we were ooh- ing and aah- ing and we were trying to figure out why the hell there were fireworks and i just assumed it was for us la. haha! narcissism at its best.

anyway mid- yak a malay dude came up to me and asked for my number. cuz his FRIEND wants it but he too shy. and then i said no. and he went, "then your friend?" pointing to sara.

and only like 30 minutes later did sara realized the "oh cannot get one, go for the other" technique. hahahaha. and she was all, "wah lao i am second rate!"

hahahaha. dingdong girl.

had a good time. both with yc and her. and to think that i wasn't planning on meeting yc, or doing dinner with sara. its very funny how life kinda falls into place when you least expect it.

and now my dearies, its time for soccer. and back to school tomorrow.

good night!

well in case you failed, to notice...

in case you faaaaaaaaaailed to see,

i am going through puberty, right, about, um, now.

if you look closer (well for the clearsighted you don't have to) at the pictures i posted, there's a smattering of pimples across my forehead currently. i got my first pimple when i was 18, second when i turned 20, and i finally have the wretched breakout that others have at 16, when i am going to be 21.

I AM GOING THROUGH PUBERTY AT 21 YEARS OLD.

abit slow i know. hey that might explain the pervert in me.

but no that was kinda there all along. hmm.

anyways i am goint to the fleaaaaaaaaaaaa market in a bit! and i don't know what to wear. :( AND i am still typing my essay. AND i got another essay due on friday. 2 due friday, 1 due next next tuesday i.e. valentines' day. what a life.

and my boyfriend is a dingdongbat.

Saturday, February 04, 2006

MEIN GOTT!

yeah that's german for my god my babies, and oh yes, i am BACK. for good.

*sings* i want you back, i want you back, want you baaaaaaaaaack for good...

EH how come no one serenaded that to me when i didn't blog? nehnehs.

anyhows GOD is it possible for a keypad to feel SEXY? cuz damn they changed the keypad on my iBook and i SWEAR this thing is like sex on, umm, keys. hothothot.

yes, days away from internet and **i'm still a pervert. *hangs head down in shame*

goes to show really, sex permeates your every being and internet is not the only evil advocator of it. hurhur.

**but i know that's pretty good news to some. :D

let's play a game!

well its a bit like "where's wally" but improvised and localised.

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SPOT THE INDIAN! hurhur.

yes that's changi food centre on a sunday night. EVERYONE wants their nasi lemak! bodengdengs. but yes it was damn good la. now i miss changi nasi lemak. its ridiculous how in the whole of singapore the nicest tasting nasi lemak is where the trannies and drags are. ??

so how long has it been? monday... today's saturday. okay la. 4 days of blogless- ness. i finally collected my laptop today, took my laptop cable from imran (LONG story, trust me), had a longjohnsilver lunch (MEAT!), and canyon coffee at serene centre with the boy. where we played a very bastardised version of "guess the song" and "charades".

basically i played songs from iTunes and he has to guess title and singer. but since he suck, half the time i had to drop big hints. e.g. Creed. "they're a CHRRRRistian band." or Mariah Carey. *gestures big boobs and fat woman walking* hehehe.

so yes in the end i had to act out the singers. i had to "act" out bananarama. i enacted banana- peeling, and pretended to take a bite (i dunno why). "banana bite?" -_- so i gestured the banana without the bite. "banana?" "yes. ok now this." *wobbles head from side- to- side, with hand motion* yesyes the indian dance move la. stereotypical i know.

suresh: huh?
fiza: tsk! that was rama la. bananarama.
suresh: ???????
fiza: *repeats dancing indian move* that was rama... chandran.

HAHAHAHAHA.

ok so i suck at charades la. nyeh.

ish my keypad is so sexy la! really! its like... ish. sexy la. dunno how to explain also. so never mind. if you want to fondle my keypad let me know, i'll gladly share this euphoric experience with you. damn shiok i tell you. i can type all day.

which i might end up doing anyway cuz i've got two response papers due next friday. gahhh.

whew okay i got 81, EIGHTY ONE, pictures, to upload from my camera. *faints*

but of course you're not gonna see all 81 cuz some of them are not safe for public view. hurhur. NOT. lazy can upload 81 to online album then resize then post here. my keypad may be sexy but resizing and postin requires little typing so no go.

what else. oh tomorrow is zouk's flea and easy. FLEA MARKET y'all! where i get my $2 topshop skirts and $15 zara shirts. way cool. so GO.

and you know i hurt my calves yesterday cuz i found my pretty blue heels and wanted to wear them. and i did. to school. its not very high la but if you know me you would know that heels and fiza don't go. so yeap. murderous. its sad when you and heels don't go. it makes me feel like less of a woman. ahhh! quarterlife crisis!

anyway yesterday i went to bugis for pastamania with the boy. yes he got the car for the week so we've been pretty much all over singapore (where its not too crowded cuz we're anti- social like that). so anyway we had pasta, then while he was driving out of the carpark i realized that the 100 plus we bought in school spilled onto the rubber mat of the passenger's seat. cuz i took off my shoes the minute we got in and felt a cool, wet sensation. EW.

so yes i decided to grab the tissue box at the back. and i did this in one swift motion; lowered the car seat to almost 180 degrees okay. like SUPER SPY MOVIE CAN! so efficient and cool la! like FLOOOOOOOOP (well maybe FLOOP cuz it was a pretty smooth and hence QUICK motion) seat is down and i clambered over to grab the tissue box. and it so happens the open tissue box wasn't on the seat or the back. it was under MY seat. so without lifting the almost flattened car seat, i stuck my (head, and) hand underneath the seat, and my head got stuck between his seat and mine. and my butt was in the air. and i started screaming, "I'M STUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"

then he stopped the car and helped get my head UNstuck and i managed to wipe the mat. ah.

once we got out of the carpark i sighed in relief. "wah very tired ah." and he burst out laughing. pui.

in other news, big liverpool match coming up this sunday! we're going to stamford bridge to face the ~~idiots~~ Blues. win or lose, i shall wear my liverpool jersey to school on monday. and suresh will be wearing HIS man u jersey. PHOTO OP Y'ALL! come get a piece of us. we'd take pictures with you for free and gladly autograph your bellies, t- shirts, notes, readings, whatever you want. so COME COME COME, COME GET SOME!

i think i lost my mind over the period of abstinence.

this is getting too long and verbal. time for some visual err, candy...ish, things.

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me and mum at TCC before watching le grande voyage @ cineleisure.

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my boyfriend is WEIRD.

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changi airport backside!

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a surprisingly gorgeous view of the west coast from a spot in school. the precise location shall remain undisclosed for fear of overpopulation.

guess where else we went over the break?

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