being obscure clearly.

Sunday, April 30, 2006

i am bored and i can't study for tuesday's paper for the LIFE of me and i have ended up watching CSI, as told by ginger, some other random nickelodeon show, eat tuna sandwiches, drink chocolate milk, drink honey water, plain water, and i have run out of things to do. oh have i mentioned i call suresh every 5 minutes to annoy him with a "ARGHHHH I CAN'T STUDY?!?!" while he is studying for HIS tuesday paper?

yeah i know incorrigible but heyyyyyyyyy. deal.

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okay la i think i'll go shower. any other suggestions to assist me in focusing, do contribute.

Saturday, April 29, 2006

so chelskis got the cup, again. back to back league champions. okay lor. not bad la hor.

i think i am going soft cuz though its CHELSEA, i was smiling and happy when i saw joe cole in his black shirt, knees wrapped with ice, jumping around and spraying everyone with water.

and it was actually nice to see the joy etched in their faces while terry held the cup. i mean i am by no means a chelsea fan (are you crazy?!!), but i think happiness, especially in the context of soccer, is a beautiful thing. nothing i love more than seeing ronaldinho get up from a tackle smiling, and even if the team is chelsea, a happy, celebrating, victorious team is also a nice thing to see.

happy things. everyone deserves happiness. even mourinho, yes.

happy days

i'm feeling very iwanttoburstwithlove so bear with me. not so long also la cuz got 2 matches to watch today so suffer abit la horrrrrr.

so yesterday's ice- cream looked like this. drool everyone.

then today we mugged in school and then boredom, as always, has consequences.

muscle (wo)man.

i champion!

but he is god. :(

i also feel like slapping us. exams have a positive effect on us! we too busy to argue!

actually got argue ah. about soccer and politics. we got weird issues.

then why i even more happy????

WEDGES!

i repeat.

WEDGES!

IN MY SIZE! IN WHITE! HALLELUJAH!

i love the nehneh. i love PAP abit also cuz they give him money. progress package is da bomb for now.

I.AM.HAPPY! CAN!YOU!TELL!

LALALLAALLALA.

hopefully liverpool TRASH aston villa today. then wah i happy until siao liao. exams ending tuesday yesyesyes!

i too happy to be coherent ah. so charomano.

Friday, April 28, 2006

anomic, alienated, colonized, i seek abolitionism

so second last paper in the morning and well it was manageable. crapped out 11 pages worth of alienation, anomie, slavery, colonialism, normlessness and whatnots. its O- V- OVAH and that's what matters.

final paper this tuesday, wretched sexuality paper then i am DONE DONE DONE! *in tune to jeng jeng jenggggg*

right on.

the maplek/ suresheneh/ nehneh has bought me my gift! AH! so EXCITING! he bought it today! yes i dug that out of him but i'm just good like that. i should be a detective. i can interrogate people!

i haven't bought him his but i have a few ideas in mind mwhahahahaha and he doesn't know where and when and how i shall buy it nyeahaha.

had ice- cream at island creamery after the paper with suresh and dizzie. then we split ways cuz i was influenza- ed ( YES AGAIN) and diz had to do friday prayers. car ride was immensely hilarious, only because i was imitating kellie pickler and singing damn classic malay songs.

wanted to meet the maplek again in the late afternoon cuz he needed to go to causeway to register his sister's Hi Card but it was raining shitass heavily and we decided that i was in no condition to brave the weather. can't worsen the flu, still got a paper to mug for. bummer.

ice- cream was good though! maplek went prudish and got cookies and cream. i got a double scoop horlicks and reversO (YUMMY!) and dizzie got mud pie. hoo whee! pics later but it ain't too clear cuz well, battery was low and my hand was shaking. for no apparent reason.

i've got a fever! i'm hot! i can't be stopped! no la i just have a fever. dang. sweating now. just when i was about to rejoice the reduction of 5 ulcers to 1. is there no justice? or is this some sick sort of justice? win some lose some, they say.

i am SO SO SO excited for the holidays. as yet me and the maplek only have 1 plan, which is to watch the boys of brazil play at sentosa come saturday. whee! new top and shades!

and the next day is picnicking with the peejay clan and beach soccer (i'll bring my frisbee!) so that's one more thing to look forward to.

and let's not forget our debuntante ball! YAY! WHERE ME HIM AND DIZ SHALL GO BROKE BUT HAPPY!

i've only had two panadols. but i haven't eaten enough to suffice a second dosage. i am tireeeeeeeeeed.

the problem with hydrating yourself when influenza- ed is it makes you wanna pee every 5 minutes. BODENGDENGS. damn annoying.

i'm waiting for mum to return with bread for my tunafest, and tom yam (yay!) soup. souuuup souuuup sluuuurp.

I don't care if Monday's blue

Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too

Thursday I don't care about you

It's Friday, I'm in love

The Cure, Friday I'm in Love

actually everyday also in love. in love with you, with trains, with trees, stars, oxygen, fallen SDP posters, singing, wailing, sniffing and eating. whee! love!

*sprinkles happy love powder*

like the wise sage once said;

if you drink don't drive...
you might spill your beer.

COWABUNGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Thursday, April 27, 2006

intelligent conversations

*on MSN*
gail: i dunno if i should go for it la
fiza: well can leave it to fate and etc
gail: but you know hor, like shakespeare says its better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all
fiza: haha
fiza: and shakespeare's dead

*in canteen*
suresh: eh! the cat is going to eat the food! (cat jumped onto trays for non- Muslim cutleries)
fiza: so? it can eat whatever it wants you know. its not like the cat is Muslim.

*in the morning*
fiza: helloooooooooo wahaiii manusia bacin! (helloooooooo oh smelly person? something like that)
dizzie: yes hellooooooooooo!

*in the evening*
dizzie: then got one on co...co.. colo...colono...colo...
fiza: colonialism!
dizzie: YES COLONIALISM!

*in the afternoon*
fiza: lalalalala hoo hoo hooo... *dances around in seat*
suresh: okay what now...
fiza: i can't focus la. there's no centering force up here. *taps head*
suresh: okay here let me try and focus you...
fiza: ...
suresh: *silence* *stares at watch*
fiza: what are you doing?
suresh: okay you have 16 hours to your exam, of which 7 hours will be spent sleeping, 2 hours will be spent resting at home, 1 hour on travelling and another hour eating.
fiza: hmm okay! so how long do i have to study?
suresh: 5 hours.
fiza: oh okay. *picks up highlighter*
suresh: so did that center you?
fiza: *reads notes doggedly*
suresh: i thought so.

anyway as of last month the maplek is also sureshenehhhh, pronounced with a japanese lilt. for short, i call him nehneh. to have his own way back, he calls me nehneh girlfriend. -_-

but its okay. over the past few weeks we've been mugging together and i think at times i forget how much i like him. love him of course, but just like him. cuz he's silly and dumb and makes me laugh.

suresh: i miss you.
fiza: but you see me everyday!
suresh: ya. i'm bored of seeing you studying.

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am blogging from school just to announce my glee that kellie is OUT, chris was top 2 and ellioTT (oi to maria) is still in. but stupid kat is still there. ugh.

bye!

good riddance. :)

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

its love, love, love

aptly enough tonight's theme on American Idol was love songs.

love, love, love.

elliot yamin? love. chris daughtry? love. chris is hot. hot hot hot. taylor hick was pretty out of sorts but its once of my favourite love songs so yay you for singing it! three girls didn't sing well i think, and i think kat mcwho realizes her sinking position, hence the sinking neckline.

so today was a totally slack day. exams on friday means i have to mug later but that's cool cuz there's SOCCAHHHHHH tonight too. :D so mugaway to ronaldinho's joga bonito i will.

met the maplek to go town for lunch and more shopping. don't worry i am not bankrupt. got shades for a steal. $11! come i model for you.

haha okay so modelling's not my thing. nyeh. speaking of which those random girls at orchard mrt who stop girls and ask them to join some modelling agency stopped me again today. for the billionth time i said no cuz no, i don't want to give you my name, age and number so that i can go to your 'manager's' office and convince me to play hundreds of bucks for grooming and make up so that i can start my journey into modelling. please la! i'd rather buy clothes and eat good food. makes me happier okay.

so the boy also shopped! got him a blue top from topman. now we both have our 'coming out' outfits for tuesday! yeah! its like debutante ball, independence day and christmas all rolled into one! and he has issues about my surprise presents and we spent a total of 30 minutes intermittently discussing the DEFINITION of a present. the problem with a dean's list boyfriend. must DEFINE present. what cock.

here's a mundane shot of me mugging to take up some space.

so we looked around and fell in love with more stuff. mainly brazil arm bands, brazil tank top and brazil visor. guess who i'm supporting this World Cup?

he likes a jillion and one things so let's not even go there la. i haven't got all day. lalalala.

okay la suddenly no mood to blog. so make do with pictures okay? cuz today we canwhored alot so you shall be the great beneficiaries of that phenomenon.

okay time for CSI liao. bye!

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

i am overjoyed over love over you!

MWAHAHAHAHAHA 3 PAPERS DOWN 2 TO GO MWHAHAHAHA I AM ON A WARPATH WHEEEEEEE WHEEEEEEEE BOUGHT SHOES AND A TOP TODAY YAY YAY YAY.

okay.

so sports paper was manageable, but evolution was a nightmare of the highest order. then again it IS evolution and i AM a soci major. so i rest my case. to my credit, i did enjoy the module, learnt new stuff and made new friends. so okay la.

i am so happy la! suresh has promised me a surprise present! yay! then i also must buy him present. its like christmas! but better! celebrate the demise of exams! wah hoooooooo!

okay i know i sound ecstatic but actually exams end next tuesday. yes. in a WEEK. 7 days. BUT my next paper is friday. so i can rest tonight and BOY i look forward to that!

SOCCAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MWHAHAHAHAHA.

i am DELIRIOUS okay. why shouldn't i be? hmm hmm hmm?

wah of all things ah yesterday i watched so you think you can dance? okay la the show but hor i think mine is better hurhurhur.

WHO WANTS TO AUDITION QUICK QUICK SIGN UP NOW!

but i think i will win. but i producer so cannot participate. SO COME ON PEOPLE! EMBRACE THE SHIT!

eei okay so disgusting. i go watch TEEVEE. byebye!

Monday, April 24, 2006

its the final countdown

1 down, 4 to go.

~~24th April- USE2304 Making of A Nation~~
25th April- USE2202 Evolution
25th April- HY2247 Sports and History
28th April- SC3101 Social Thought and Social Theory
2nd May- SC3219- Sexuality in Comparative Perspective

the relief is indescribable. once exams start you just kinda go through the motions and everyday you know you're a day closer to the end of the tunnel.

and BTW this is some CRAZY rain. i was BLOWN away. literally. then this makcik/ auntie at the bus stop had to hold me for a bit. -_- i just ate lor. fries and mash potato. and sliced fish soup with rice before that. still lightweight meh? NOOO. so its CRAZY rain.

its so heavy you can't see a thing. brilliant!

now this kind of rain should come on 3rd may then i can snuggle up in my PINK FLEECE PAJAMAS OH HOW I'VE MISSED YOU and read a book. yay!

i'm getting ahead of myself. fish ole! ole!

speaking of ole, guess WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO is PFA Player of the Year?

Liverpool captain Steven Gerrard admitted he felt a great sense of humility after being named the Professional Footballers' Association Player of the Year at a gala dinner in London.

*swoons*

its been a good week (what with a Chelski loss), and a pretty good sem, but i might be counting my eggs before they hatch. but hey, its been a good 4 months. let's pray for better months ahead.

now to mug.

Sunday, April 23, 2006

consequences

i am taking a break from mugging for my paper tomorrow.

if i had a reality show, i'll call it...

SO YOU THINK YOU CAN HOLD YOUR SHIT?

HHAHAHAHAHA.

just the name is so goddamn catchy!

albeit unoriginal but you BET my show will have higher viewership.

so not much intelligence needed to guess the purpose of the show. the person who holds the shit the longest, WINS!

but the thing is you cannot do a simultaneous competition. cuz hello, how to make people feel like shitting all at the same time right?

so it has to be longer term la. at the start, producers have to source out participants. then, producers have to study these people, and see what makes them feel like shitting. for some its too much gassy drinks, some its chocolate, some milo, some junk food. so we basically study causes that increases the participants' metabolism rapidly.

now all that done, producers will collate participants. those who feels like shitting fastest after junk food in one category, milo one category, fast food one category, etc.

so each week, we show participants from EACH CATEGORY! i'm bubbling with excitement right now over this genius of a show. okayokay so ya.

okay so then they must start eating at the same time. unfortunately some conditions will be beyond our means la, like just how fast the metabolism of each participant will be. but once someone feels like shitting, they must press the bell. DING!

and the timer starts.

as you can tell, high integrity is also required for one has to be honest and press the bell only when they feel like shitting, not earlier. the scientific dept might look into this and possibly detect motions which signify possible shit action? who knows, its all still work in progress.

okay so once timer starts then it stops when the person goes to shit. so the competition here is between individual times, not the rate at which their food digests. so the times will be compared and the longest shit- holder wins!

then the grand finale would be the finalists eating ALL sorts of food which make them shit. maybe laxatives even. then we see WHO can hold their shit the longest!

its a brilliant fantastic idea. goodness.

okay la i have to go back to mugging. i just thought i'd share my genius of an idea with all of you. and BTW, you have yet to learn the concept of the shit buddy.

its good shit i tell you. HURHUR.

okay bye.

p.s: and BTW, titled consequences cuz THIS is a consequence of MUGGING. gah.

so the match was well- worth watching, with two sweet goals by Riise and Garcia, and Drogba pulling Chels up by a goal, but no more. the deed was done and WE are through to the finals. pity for Chelsea really, cuz i would have wanted a Liverpool- Chelsea FA Final. just like i would want a Barcelona- AC Milan Champs League Final. but oh well. we're through and i couldn't be happier. i hope West Ham wins tonight, that would make it a sweet final.

"Luis Garcia broke Chelsea hearts again in a semi-final - and this time the goal definitely crossed the line as he led Liverpool into the FA Cup final on the back of a 2-1 win at Old Trafford."

hurhur.

and you know what just SWEETENS victory over the Blues?

this man.

"Mourinho said: 'Did the best team win today? I don't think so. In the last 30 minutes we deserved extra time. In the first half nobody was better. They had a good start to the second half but then we dominated the game. I cannot wish them luck in the final. Middlesbrough and West Ham will be there and I must respect them.'

There was precious little respect for Liverpool...

The Chelsea boss, meanwhile, also refused to admit that his decision to play defender Paulo Ferreira in midfield was a mistake, even though he switched him to full-back at half-time when Arjen Robben came on as a substitute.

Mourinho preferred to criticise Graham Poll for awarding a free-kick against John Terry for a high boot which led to Liverpool's first goal."

ahh. a man who is never gracious in defeat, is the best man to defeat. he refused to shake hands with Rafa too. and he's always saying that, "did the best team win today? no, i don't think so," when they lose. like they are THE best team. sheesh. and yes of course, no referee in this world is good enough for this Special One. so what that "'in four matches in the Premiership we beat them four times..."

"Chelsea have still only lost twice to Liverpool in 10 meetings over the last two seasons - but what painful defeats they have been."

Saturday, April 22, 2006

emotional basketcase

my hormones must be going bonkers lately.

or maybe its really really bad exam stress manifested in the weirdest form.

so over the past few days (week?) i've been getting teary- eyed over the weirdest things. like a dead hippo. a dead white monkey, the heir of the leader of the baboon troop. a dead buffalo eaten by lions. a boy jumping down to his death on some weird show on AXN. a gibbon eaten by a leopard. the son of baseball player dying in a car accident (this was from sports history module reading -_-). a deer snapped into half by a crocodile then shared among his croc friends. a baby african elephant dying in the dry season. okay as you can tell, i watch too much animal planet and national geographic.

and then in wisma today, i spent a minute just standing still in the middle of the walkway in front of FCUK cuz there was a butterfly on the floor. and it was injured and couldn't fly properly. i almost stepped on it. then after that i was just standing there watching till suresh made me move. then i turned and i saw this girl almost stepped on it. then i stopped and just watch the bloody thing. then i was panicking and on the brink of tears so suresh dragged me into the nearest shop.

i've been hunting for wedges since eternity and those i've found are either ugly, too expensive, or not my size. and hence after our short little town getaway, i was mildly depressed that i might never own wedges.

then i almost cried in the train again when i realized how mindfuckingly shallow i was.

there was a family of 4 in the train. very haggard mum, a young boy of possibly 12, a 11 year old girl maybe, and a 3- 4 year old, still on pacifier.

firstly, the mum had a baby stroller filled with cushion cover and what nots. clearly she sell these. secondly, the kids were all barefoot. no shoes.

and i was whining about not having wedges in my size. its like getting smacked in the face for being petty and generally stupid.

the little girl was perpetually crying and when the mum finally let her go, she crawled under the train seats and lie down there, while her siblings screamed and laughed and boisterously played with cushions, oblivious to stares.

and though they were clearly noisy and disrupting, i can't even blame them. or the mother. while the general chaos ensued, the mum had her eyes half- open, half- smiling, and possibly resigned to the way things was. it was so disturbing to see such a scene, especially when the elder sister dragged the younger sister up by her arms to sit her in the proper train seat. and when the little one lay down with her head on the sister's lap, the sister proceeded to tickle her, then slipped her hands into the girl's shorts, and shrieked "steam! steam!" while the brother laughed.

i hardly knew how to react cuz really, how is one supposed to react? i didn't want to stare cuz its rude, basically. but i felt like crying especially for the little girl. in no way meaning to sound holier- than- thou, but i wish i could take her away, clean her up, give her some proper clothes and have her taken care. not like i think she's not being taken care of well enough or properly. its just... ugh i dunno how to go on without sounding all hoity- toity.

i don't judge them for i could see this was a family in genuine hardship that no one i know have ever been through, so who am i to judge if the mum was doing the best she can within her means and capabilities?

all i know is they make the non- existence of size 3 wedges seem like a petty petty thing.

and of course, i wanted to cry.

can exams please be bloody over soon so that i can stop being an emotional basketcase.

the better half of the day was spent mugging in school, and hence the well- deserved break in town for dinner and a walkabout. and a hunt for wedges. bah.

i still feel stupid and superficial and incredibly materialistic. there's so much i wish to do, like save animals and donate to the poor, help the disabled, endless. but even with all that i can't escape my crave for luxury like shoes and clothes. and good food. i wish to make a difference, do something good for mankind but then i remember there's exams to study for and i don't have time yet for that. and by the time i do have time for it, i am involved in some other self- absorbed activity.

and the cycle repeats and i constantly find myself flawed and useless. its very frustrating. i don't think i'm striving for perfection but i just want to do something about all these things that i notice and want to change.

but i guess all that have to wait cuz i have exams to study and a match to watch. on my comfy yellow sofa, on my widescreen tv, on a cable channel. i am a spoilt spoilt brat.

i feel so gjruthgjkfwopeirjggbseeio. why did i have to see the family? why did i have to want wedges?

garrhhhhhhhh.

Friday, April 21, 2006

dumdeeda

hmm. so my days and days of mugging has rendered me immobile so instead of going out to study, i slept and woke up, slept and woke up, slept and woke up, slept and woke up, repeat process.

then finally at 4.45 i decided that i have to do some studying so i finished 1 more reading and wrote some notes till now! so now i am having a break. hmm.

i am hungry. but i am too lazy to make food or get food. in fact i'm too lazy to do anything. isn't that brilliant?

its a miracle i made it up to my room. but now we shall see how long i take to go down. sigh.

i hate exams. i feel so braindrained. i keep thinking about the last day of the exams. shopping. dinner. just living again.

why oh why can't it come sooner. and why must i mug. why this, why that. so many questions, so little time.

okay. back to mugging. :(

Thursday, April 20, 2006

blab de blah

okay so apparently that latest post is terribly mundane.

well that pretty much describes my life! mundane. boring. dull. un- lively. sad. depressed. boo hoo hoo.

okay la not really but all i ever do is mug/ study/ look at readings/ eat junk food/ laugh/ talk nonsense/ surf rubbish online. of course, in the lovely company of two crazy manboys.

tomorrow diz won't be driving and the maplek is sick of school or something so its just me and woodlands library. anyone who happen to be there tomorrow do say hi! i'll be bored shitless, drowing in my notes or something.

today sara joined us for awhile, and i think her stay was extremely unproductive on her part cuz standard- girls meet = catch up session over anything and everything.

one topic that came up was farid. whom she bumped into. whom i have had a crush on since forever, eternity and beyond.

this is farid.

fiza: i dunno la he just had that appeal about him you know? very Hang Tuah.
sara: whaaaaaaaa.
hafiz: *laughs*
fiza: why are you listening to this? go study!
hafiz: you're talking about Hang Tuah la!
sara: he doesn't exist!

sara: aiyah but he look like such a boy last time.
fiza: ah ya la. last time is young Hang Tuah. you know. the very young malay warrior, still play marbles outside his nice kampung house one.
sara: !!!!!!!! where do you get this stupid ideas of malayness fiza!?!?!
fiza: aiya he just look like very Lelaki Melayu Terakhir.
hafiz: *laughs*

i just realized Jejaka Melayu Terakhir sounds more RAWRRRRRRR. so yes.

jejaka melayu terakhir.

hahahaha i wrote about him before here!

"FYI, farid is the guy i had a crush on when i 1st entered GESS. he was the 1st malay guy i saw when i stepped into that sweet ol' building near tanjong pagar railway station... it was "love" at first sight. then it waned off. then in sec. 3, it was revived. we never headed anywhere though. but we keep in touch. occassionally. :D

but yeah. he is like. my god of handsome. haha. he's TALL. DARK. HANDSOME. k not handsome la. sweet... he has this very Malay face... he's like the longest on- off crush i have. :)"

pfffffffffffffft. i am so full of shit. i just shat by the way. so more time lag between typing and publishing! hooooo wheeeeeeeeeee!

fiza: *reads singapore studies reading* eh indians were made to join the navy ah?
suresh: ah ya la my grandad was in the navy...
fiza: hahahahaha okay cuz it says here 'the naval base blacked out'.

HAHAHAHAHA.

he enhanced my joke. voluntarily. magnificient!

2 signs of stressed fiza:

1. randomly burst out laughing then in the midst of hysterics wail, "i dunno why i laughing!"

2. make random noises... like "sher reug jiii laa du shietao... bu yeeee tu ri no sha vuuuu..." etc along those lines. end product is a somewhat random sounding yet melodic song, akin to what i believe to be the russian national anthem. i wouldn't know.

i will probably stay up tonight to do more work. i am in my 'zone'. the 'zone' where i am so in the groove i can either toil like mad or just go mad with stress sitting still. yeap. yay zone!

and ace is gone! yay! but that means there's only 2 eliminations left before i start getting emotionally affected. i like everyone else left except for kellie and paris. chris cannot go, nor can elliot. or taylor. and if kat goes hafiz will be sad so cannot. no boobs jiggling. so yes.

monday, tuesday, friday, tuesday. then i'm free for 4 months. i will look forward to that. to those with papers tomorrow: steaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaady ah kambing.

:D

p.s.: okay i realize farid might or might not read this blog and be astounded at the sight of his pictures. so FYI this was taken at my old house during hari raya. and no, i no longer have a crush on last malay hero cuz now i got...

hero tamil.

mugged yesterday will mug today.

its like groundhog day over here.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

haha!

i wanted to blog so i went to blogger then i got to the page where i'm supposed to type my post and the minute i looked at the screen i wanted to pee!

so i peed first and now i'm back and i will type for real, proper. haha! blogger makes me wanna pee.

hmm okay maybe you didn't need to know that. but that's okayyyyyyyyy.

i am in a very good mood again? can you tell? its the very good mood one. the one where if i weren't me (meaning i am outside of me, a very existential and PHILOSOPHICAL *floats hahaha erk nvm* concept), and i was someone else looking at me (but i am not ME okay, i am someone else ooooooh deep!), i will slap me.

haha!

*slapsherself*

okay i needed to do that to snap out of it. i'm a bit high. i walked from arts canteen all the way to the carpark laughing. over no apparent reason.

eh wait! got reason! well firstly when we were near as3 and going down the steps, i kinda threw my arms wide (to address the general community of NUSians mugging there) and said,

"HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOO BABIRUSAS."

HAHAHAHHAH. now if you have been mugging for hours this would seem very funny to you too.

then hafiz laughed at me and walked far away from me. so i couldn't stop laughing. then i called hafiz, "the father of all babirusas", which set me off all over again.

then nearing the carpark i demanded a piggyback ride from suresh and almost choked him to his very unglam death. that's probably cuz i was laden by my bag and his. very heavy okay!

i am not heavy. i do not choke my boyfriend. i am light and floaty. like PHILOSOPHY! hahahahahahaha.

am happy. slap me! slapslapslap.

this is so fun. i love owning a blog for this very reason. cuz i can do this this this this yes this this this this this and this yes this oh this yes this and you are compelled to read it!

HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

i think that sounded mildly evil. and maybe slightly psychotic. ah well.

exams are coming. i got a paper on monday, 2 papers on tuesday, a paper on thursday then my last paper 2nd may. then SHOPPING!

but for a short- term break i will settle for a Barca AC match tonight. gooooooooooo ronaldinho! i absolutely fell in LOVE with him through all those joga bonito vids on youtube. that boy has MAD skills okay. MAD.MAD.MAD.MAD.MAD.MAD.MAD.MAD.

MAD.MAD.MAD.MAD.MAD.MAD.

you are not experiencing deja vu.

you are not experiencing deja vu.

huhuhuhu.

don't you just love it when i do that?

aaaaaaaaah.

Monday, April 17, 2006

can you handle the truth?

what do you want me to tell you?

that it was another unproductive monday in school, with repeated failed attempts to mugging among 2 mad men/ boys (THEY can't decide), and many long naps?

that fish&chips at business rocks my balls so much i had it twice?

or have you heard that aaaaaaaaaaall before?

then try this.

that i had a melodramatic sunday, that i never had before in my life and will never want again? that having cops involved is possibly the scariest and lowest point of time in your life? that the relief and joy to be unladened by a burden so tremendous is making me feel almost light- headed? that despite him being gone though, the shadow lurks and the ghost of his presence remains and you know at the back of your mind he will never be really gone? that he will find his way back somehow and he did this morning at 6? that desperate fear when you never know it its truly over?

i don't think you can handle that.

so no, life is fine and dandy as always, and my two boys keep me happy and sane, even if it means they snap pictures of me while i sleep, eat, walk and talk.

i love you dizzie and maplek. you guys have no idea what your presence alone has done. thank you for knowing, understanding, and just being there. you guys rock balls.

but i didn't win any award so i should shut it with the thanks.

this wednesday is the last of sinda tuition till the next semester starts in july. i will miss my kids! they're idiots, but lovable idiots. haha.

i can hear the ticking sound of the second from the clocks in my room and the living room. this silence is so pacifying.

its a monday. what am i gonna do? watch tv! talk to the maplek! live life!

i feel so much lighter and unburdened. so much happier. its not all over but its the beginning of the end and the start of a new chapter so much better.

i can't wait.

Sunday, April 16, 2006

lalalalala

i was so delirious from exhaustion yesterday night that while i was talking to the maplek on the phone, i broke down into tears.

fiza: i was watching national geographic just now while lying on the sofa...
suresh: oh okay... what was it about?
fiza: uganda!
suresh: ah okay.
fiza: ya then got african elephants. i love baby elephants. so cute.
suresh: hmm ya. you like african right, don't like asian?
fiza: okay la. the asian elephants some only cute.

so conversation went on along this vein until...

fiza: then right got this one hippo. then it died.
suresh: oh okay... how come?
fiza: *starts crying*
suresh: hello? sayang, sayang? hello are you okay?
fiza: *blubbers* cuz the hippo got hurt looking for a new swamp in the dry season... then it survived the dry season but it died due to its injuries... *cries*
suresh: .........
fiza: *continues blubbering* yaa... then this hyena come and eat... eat the dead hippo... then the vultures came... then they all eat the hippo.

by this point i couldn't stop crying.

suresh: fiza... that's the animal kingdom okay? (he knows this will work cuz we happen to be studying evolution this sem so fortunately, simple logic would work) when one dies someone will eat them... that's how they survive... its okay for them okay? its not okay for humans to kill the hippos but its okay for them to die in natural conditions...
fiza: okay...
suresh: okay? then got other hippos right?
fiza: *blubbers slightly* yes got... then they all just look only at the dead hippo getting eaten...
suresh: okay okay... see got other hippos right... so not all the hippos die k?
fiza: okay...

looking back i must have sounded mighty silly but it was 2 in the morning or something and i had spent the better part of the day in business school with him and dizzie, mugging.

evidence!

and this is what stressed undergrads do...

find new ways to get off the 2nd floor. where the toilet is. why can't there be a toilet on the 1st floor? -_-

and to make up for the lack of pictures lately...

a VIDEO! albeit one that makes little sense but heyyyy. a look into a typical day of mugging for us three. :D and sorry, i don't know how to embed it into my blog. when i copy and paste the HTML it doesn't come out in full. harumph.

and so now to attempt studying at home. which is the mental equivalent of climbing the himalayas with 2 packets of maggi mee.

i love this face. like a mongolian!

Friday, April 14, 2006

wishin' and hopin'

what a wet day. and as predicted, staying at home makes it absolutely impossible for me to get any studying done. i just feel like relaxing and slacking. of course it doesn't help that my nose is still dripping and my head is clanging like chinese cymbals. pah.

i should stop drooling over espadrilles at victoria's secret but there really is little else a girl like me can do. sigh.

i miss my iTunes. i should transfer the songs from my old laptop here soon. i'm going mad without it.

in my frustration with my nose yesterday, i told suresh over MSN that i should stick a sanitary pad over my nose so that i can stop blowing it and swiping it with a towel/ tissue. they should come up with something along those lines right? a flu pad. got flu? no worries! just stick a pad that will catch all the mucus and gunk dripping out! and of course, we can have it in regular flow and heavy flow. not sure bout wings though. but those with morning sinus and such, fret not! our new nose- liner series is just the right one for you. so light you won't even know its there!

another theory that was formulated quite recently in the midst of mugging was the concept of the shit buddy. which some already know of. but i shall keep it to myself for now, till i feel the concept is fully developed OR you can stomach the idea. whichever comes first.

and nana, lately got no pictures cuz i've been a boring old fart lately, doing nothing but mugging so even if i took pictures it'll be endless shots of NUS and me and maplek and dizzie and coursepacks and junk food. yeap.

i keep telling myself if i can get some work done today i can have a little teeny weeny break tomorrow and have some fun with the maplek. or something. but its already 2 and i'm still slacking away. TSK.

but on a bright bright note, i turn 21 this year! yes! i just realized, yes, quite slow i know, but heyyyyyyyyyyyy! 21!

terribly cliche but when i was in primary school i thought i'd never get to 21. not like i thought i would DIE or something but 21 seemed pretty far away then.

then now i wonder about being 50. hmm. i wonder if i would ever become a grandma. that is SO WEIRD. i wonder if i can share with my grandkids my theory of the jamban and the shit buddy. or maybe by their time the flu pads will be out. wow.

this concept of time is very difficult to grasp.

but back to the present and yes! i turn 21! and though i think generally 21st parties are meant to be all grand and mighty with many people getting drunk, i don't see that happening to mine. if i have a party, to start with. i'm quite tempted to just go somewhere with a small bunch of people and eat cheap food and do some shopping. but its a long way to go so i'd sit on it for now. but its fun to think about it. turning 21. hmm.

my 2nd year as an undergraduate also comes to an end soon and i still feel like a headless chicken in that institution.

another interesting point to note would be i still look at kids from certain secondary school and ITE in the light of a geeky secondary school girl. that day at west coast hawker we drove past a bunch of tanglin secondary school kids and i told the maplek, "i still think they're older than me." that's cuz my primary school was near tanglin sec and hence their students were, at that time, held in high reverence by my schoolmates. and unfortunately i can't seem to break out of that.

and yes i still get intimidated by bunch of ITE malay boys in the trains even though i'm years older than most of them. i think this fear was instilled in secondary school cuz at that time, all ITE mats ever wanted was to disturb you then ask for your number.

these kind of childhood traumas should be studied. unless they're unique to me then well, it just adds on to the fact that i'm WEIRD. sigh.

then again i hardly think of myself as 20, much less 21. actually if i really think about it, i don't think of myself of having an age at all. so in that sense i'm kinda timeless and evergreen, don't you think?

i must be really bored.

Thursday, April 13, 2006

drip drip drip

tippy tippy tay, tippy tippy tay... like a gay tarantellaaaaa...

what the fuck was he singing about man. but great song nonetheless. THAT'S AMORE!

okay mild madness. but you have to excuse these erratic posts cuz ITS EXAM PERIOD!!!! WAH SEHHHHHHHHHH.

damn stress. can you tell? spent 12- 8.30 in SCHOOL mugging on a NON- SCHOOL DAY. in fact school officially ended for me on tuesday. yet, my friends, we find ourselves here. *shakes head gravely*

exams exams exams. like a demon to be exorcised out of my system. i lost count of the number of random intelligible noises me, suresh and dizzie managed to come up while lost in the world of words.

btw, marx is a crazy mutherfucker. he's a jenius and all that but MY GOD he is a pain to read. at one point i was laughing after each paragraph cuz his ideas were just beyond comprehension. WHO IS THAT ALIEN BEING!?!? WHO!?!? WHO IS THAT ALIEN BEING?!?!

that alien being who alienates man, can only be MAN.

it made sense eventually but it still does not remove the fact that his MADNESS is mindfuckingly hilarious. i was torn between laughing and crying and screaming so what came out was a strangulated noise, with a more than slight resemblance to a shitting elephant.

i would think.

but all is well cuz i am DONE with marx. and on to weber now and i'll let you know if he makes me feel a thousand other emotions as well. why are all smart people crazy? jeez.

if you have no idea what the HELL i am talking about, count your lucky stars NOW.

and what makes mugging more difficult, my friends, is a DRIPPING NOSE. drip drip drip. its like a tap! endless tap! like a doraemon pocket! endless supply of LIQUID!

and all i ate today was peach yoghurt, and lots of junk food. and two cups of teh tarik. abegahhwifrjdg.

i'm starved. and starked raving mad.

lalala.

ish. i think i really sound crazy.

yeah well but i'm NOT so don't worry. tomorrow's a public holiday so i doubt we'd be going to school but i need to go out to study so hmm hmm hmm.

as dory would say, just keep swimming. except this time you're mugging, not swimming. umph.

i am TIRED. sheesh.

but i can't shut up! you know its one of those moments. when you're so tired you just have a verbal diarhoea. however the hell do you spell that wretched word? bahhhhhhh.

okay i think i just lost all train of thought so i'd stop now while i'm ahead. like ahead somewhere not ahead of you. uhhhhhhhhh.

this is ridiculous la. happy good friday all!

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

temptations

am tempted to join NYF. but the thought of the effort exhausts me already. tsk. these emails should be read in the morning, not when i just got home, all tired and exhausted from a day's activity.

i am fine and happy now, was experiencing temporal depression yesterdat caused by a multitude of reasons. mainly exam stress and umm, exam stress.

yeap pathetic i know, but i'm a geek like that.

school from 12- 6 today. productive mugging session with the maplek and the ocassional cameo appearance by dizzie. haha.

tuition was productive too, cuz i cleared 1 reading and they cleared 1 chapter. boowhizza. aren't i lil' miss efficient today.

exhaustion of this kind makes me happy and chirpy cuz i know i am tired cuz i did alot of productive work so i'm not as pissy or sad as yesterday. yesterday i cried watching NYPD Blue, Cold Case and later on Oliver's Twist. HOW these shows could possible incite tears i do not know, but hormonal imbalance does that to you.

i had a fantastic lunch in school. from arts canteen. after 4 sems in the bloody institution i've finally found a stall that serves rice with dishes i like. goooooooo mamaks! papadum rocks my balls, your balls, our balls.

balls balls balls. and suresh bought that damn old school milk balls candy. you know. the soft round milky things that melts in your mouth. according to the CO- OP price tag, its called "kick boy milk balls" so yeah whatever.

i am happy again! at some point i think these emotiona flunctuations might prove deadly but for now i'd make do with these high highs and low lows. like HL milk hor! hurhur.

goodness my sense of humour. i am appalled.

and dogs can't eat apples like we can cuz they don't have these special incisors teeth (what we refer to as bunny teeth) that can CHOP CHOP CHOP those apples! and horses love apples, and just look at THEIR teeth. see? it all makes sense!

i love it when seemingly foreign and cheem topics such as evolution becomes so fascinatingly riveting.

and i am still inspired to join NYF. 500 word essay i can do, the longterm commitment... ummmmph.

let's go to the garden and eat some worms.

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

sadness is feeling cut off from the world in a matter of seconds and 10 sentences.

Monday, April 10, 2006

that picture of us and the rest at ban tham makes me want to laugh and smile and cry at the same time cuz it brings back so much memories, all so lovely and beautiful but at the same time i know no amount of effort can be done for us to recreate and emulate all the fantastic things that happened there...

i miss everything about that chiang mai trip. the people- from NUS and from the village, my surrogate mae, the soccer games, the barking dogs, the weird cow sacrifice, the instant noodles, the cheap crackers, the beautiful smiles, the melodic language, the weather, the waffles, the soya bean drink, the everything that made the trip so beautiful and enriching.

i miss laughing with sha in bed, giggling about cute thai boys, fretting over the mini- zoo in the ceiling of the bathroom, pounding chilli at the porch at 2 a.m. in a quilted jacket, i miss all the stupidest things about the trip that made it so wonderfully hilarious and just... i don't know. unique and gloriously wonderful.

i will be headed to chiang mai this july but of course, it will never be the same. i wish i could capture every moment, every second, every laughter and silly thai folk or techno song, absolutely everything, and put it in a glass dome so that i can always always just pick it up and have something so tangible close at heart to remind me of all the wonders i experienced.

sigh.

i am grateful still for what i have now. tuition was a glorious 2 hours of fun, and the maplek and dizzie provided good company for pseudo- mugging and napping today.

but i wish the earth would just eat me up sometimes.

Sunday, April 09, 2006

in the hair salon.

hairstylist: so want to cut?
mum: ya just trim abit la, she got split ends.
hairstylist: orh okay, can. how old, sec. 1, sec. 2?
mum: hehehe sec. 2.
hairstylist: okay $10 lor.

-__________________________________-

sanity is so overhyped.

get me out of here.

hmm.

i went to blogger cuz i felt like blogging and now suddenly i don't. wanted to upload pictures but my camera is so so so far awayyyyyyyyy.

anyway so yesterday was basically mug in school, putu mayam at harbourfront hawker then dinner with pj clan; ruz, apek lim, fahrur, yunus and norm.

norm is seemingly unable to get over the fact that suresh is a full- fledged vegetarian. hahaha.

and hafiz bought a beanie that looked like a condom. but i didn't tell him that yesterday. and the maplek thought so too!

so anyway. there is this gorgeous yellow top at topshop i am absolutely desperate for but i am the epitome of broke and bankrupt right now so i'll shut up.

back to work.

Saturday, April 08, 2006

maybe i am hardened, maybe i am arrogant. or maybe i think too highly of my sex.

but i don't understand how females can stand being trodded upon, knowingly or unknowingly. i don't understand why females create excuses for men who treat them badly, for men who are not even intellectual enough to formulate their own excuses for their behaviour.

i don't understand women who thinks that they won't be able to find someone else if they leave their abusive boyfriend, i don't understand women who still loves the cheating boyfriend, i don't understand women who put up with men they don't have to put up with.

i find some relationship problems that i hear lately so TRIVIAL and FRUSTRATINGLY shallow. i think some people ought to be kidnapped, blindfolded and flown over to aceh, sri lanka, india, or even certain parts of africa, and be dropped off the plane and leave them there for a week. some LIFE lessons, survivor- style.

people who whine about too many things (me included), should be grateful at the very least, that food does not come in crates dropped off aeroplanes flying by.

i have some pop science theory on why my generation of females are increasingly petty and silly.

3 simple things- chick lit, chick flick and mariah carey.

separately, these three are fine. even collectively, might be slightly neauseating, but fine. but in high dosage, of either or all, is unhealthy. and when applied directly to reality- terminal.

life is not a fairytale, a romantic comedy or a fantastically long love song sung in twenty different octaves. i see so many heads nodding yet so few really believe.

when men hurt you, you leave. you don't put up with it. you don't create excuses for him. you deserve better. there is absolutely no reason for females to think that being alone and without a male partner puts them at a disadvantage. there is no reason for a female to think she should put up with the crap cuz its 'love'. what good is this love if it leaves you bruised, inside out?

don't RECITE cliches. don't RESORT to cliches. don't BE a cliche.

"he's just got alot of emotional baggage from his previous relationship..."
"i know deep inside he's a good man, despite it all."
"i'm afraid if i leave him i'd never meet another man."
"maybe he's trying to forget me, and that's why he doesn't call."
"see he hadn't ask me out for a week and when we do finally meet he can't keep his hands off me! he tried so hard to repress his feelings for me but he can't."

maybe something more personal but this...

"women should watch soccer cuz that way their boyfriend don't have to watch it with their friends and you get to spend more time together!"
"women should watch soccer cuz its cool when you impress guys with your knowledge!"

women should NOT do anything they DON'T feel like doing. and they especially should NOT do it to IMPRESS MEN, to be able to spend more time with MEN, and etc.

we are not lesser beings. our lives should not revolve around theirs. if you do not enjoy watching soccer there is no reason to do it. do you see men learning how to shop to impress girls? -_- it should NEVER all be about the boys. don't look good for the boys. look good for yourself. don't be smart to snag a smart guy, be smart cuz you are. don't sleep with men to keep them, cuz then you're just a pussy, and a pussy can be found everywhere.

we don't have to burn bras. we just have to realize that we are as deserving of pride, dignity, individual rights and everything else, a man has that he deems you do not own.

i am so tired!

but happy!

but tired.

and happy.

at the risk of becoming (or has it already become that?) one of those boyfriend gushing blogs, i shall avoid waxing lyrical on the maplek tonight.

presentation over and paper submitted. now for 2 more long overdued response papers. solid mugging has begun.

must meet sara and munjen next week. i need to shop like a camel needs humps. or something.

i will miss the car. the car is suresh's mum's car which has served us well the past week or so since his parents left for kerala. sigh. they're returning this sunday which means no more car. as in, not as at his convenience as it was this week. i am spoilt already.

but its okay i have friends i have love i have a mum and a roof over my head and laughter and smiles and also chicken rice from west coast for lunch.

so i am happy.

Thursday, April 06, 2006

i have to do a 1- page write- up and a 5 minute powerpoint presentation so i'll keep this short.

there's many things a girl like me could ask for, but tonight these will be just fine.

a lovely beach,

sweltering sun,

a maplek.

today was one of the most delightful days ever though i got struck by (no, not lightning) the wretched cramps just before leaving the beach and ended up throwing up my lunch. yeapyeap. but all was dandy otherwise.

and btw, we got a cheap frisbee from 7- 11 along with our cheap lunch and are now tempted to join NUS Ultimate Frisbee cuz its so fun! though we suck. but its good exercise.

and BTW while we were merrily frisbee- ing in the water i spotted this orange woman and her husband tanning. i mean her husband is powder white so its cool but she was orange. weird colour combination. and no, that's not my point. point is as we were packing up to leave the beach i realized her bikini top was off. and there were her pancakes and raisins (hint hint) in all its brown and umm browner glory. suresh: "someone should tell her this is not a nudist beach".

someone should tell her to stay off the tanning bed as well!

anyway i wrote more but blogger ate the post and this is all it could recover and i really should do my paper now so talk more tomorrow.

i am very happy. mwahahahaha.

am ready to conquer the world liao. HAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIYAK!

no relevance whatsoever to anything in my life but i read kennysia.com, who is hilarious though slapstick at times, and apparently he did a funny post involving a certain MM, genitalia and general name- puns. but i wouldn't know details cuz he took it down and edited it into something more PG than r(a) 21. sian.

and to all those singaporeans defending the MM to your death, wake up to your idea can. i'm sure you guys are the same people who laugh at parodies of him, superimposed images of him dancing to Eminem, dressed like Eminem, and now just because your friendly neighbour across the causeway does something similar you react like they just stopped your water supply. chill la.

all these blogging rights and freedom of speech and POLITICS smolitics bullshit are painfully endless and pointless.

happiness come in small packages

today i got to satisfy ANOTHER craving.

apek breakfast.

but this is high- class apek breakfast okay, cuz half- boiled egg with not any old toast but FRENCH toast okay...

end result.

thank you sureshenehhhhh!

so after that was more fledgling attempts at studying cum finishing essay but these things are just impossible. sigh.

but but but i will definitely finish it tonight or else i won't get to go to the beach. :D and hopefully it doesn't rain tomorrow la.

since i am that bored (and that good at procrastinating), i shall make a list of places i want to go.

1. india. goa, kolkutta, kerala.
2. bali. $66 without taxes! sigh.
3. new york, US. i'm targetting next year's december holidays for this. HOPEFULLY i'll be cash- rich by then.
4. liverpool, UK. sigh. beatles, soccer, UK in general. london... sigh.
5. south thailand. the beaches. phi phi island! dang.

that's all i can think of for now. do feel free to add in more places.

for now i'd settle for the beach and a boyfriend.

:))

some say i seem terribly happy and chirpy lately, but there's so much more going on that i myself don't want to face. i'm not saying this is all a front, that i'm actually hurt and crying inside cuz hell no, all this happiness is very real and it is really a saviour at this moment. but its definitely not the whole picture, but i don't even know the full picture anyway.

talking in circles, i am.

at the end of the day those who know, knows and those who don't don't have to. those who knows understand and they're the ones making me smile everyday and for that i am ever grateful.

okay now here's a list of books i want! hahaha. yes yes i am on a listing thrill.

1. metamorphosis; franz kafka.
2. the rest of the adrian mole series by sue townsend.
3. more michael connellys.
4. dan rhodes! where art thou? borders only stock 3 of his stuff, and i got all 3. sigh.
5. a long way down; nick hornby.

i'd keep it to 5 to have some kind of uniformity here.

and speaking of uniformity its really time for me to get back to my durkheim paper. ok then. pray for sunshine, everyone!

half- full.

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

school from 10- 4 straight today. jeez. i should be nominated for nus's most siao on student. where got people with 6 straight hours of class never pon even one? i am proud of myself okay.

though i almsost fell asleep in the last class. well i just ate 2 sardine puffs lor.

but joy of joys post- school was pastamania with dizzie and the maplek! they sound like an 80s band don't you think? dizzie and the maplek. fiza and the whoo hoos. etcetcetc. anyway.

initial plans to go plaza sing's were scrapped cuz dizzie suddenly wanted to go to harbourfront's. his reasons shall forever be unknown and carried with him to his grave.

i DID bring my camera but since the boy drives, i usually leave my bag in the car when he parks so i just bring my purse out. so camera sits in car. so what pictures do i end up taking?

pictures from inside the car.

irregular cuz i cant be fucked to resize everything for your viewing pleasure. makes no difference anyway right.

so all that, plus more of tall buildings (freudian slip?) as well as 1 x silly video which you will never see. hurhur.

i hate this time of the semester. i think i already mentioned that yesterday but never mind. i like complaining. that's the most singaporean thing about me!

there's soccer on tonight. lalala.

expectations > real abilities = disappointment.

i think the scariest position to be in is to be in one that is unpredictable. for e.g. a situation with a really mad and violent man. is he going to cry and shout? or break a beer bottle and shove it through your head?

the emptiest kind of sadness comes from disappointment, from crashed realities, from unmet expectations, from unfulfilled hopes.

the easiest kind of happiness comes from contentment to be breathing, living, talking and laughing.

and loving too, of course.

capitalism has ruined me, cuz i keep wishing i have more.

Monday, April 03, 2006

ho humm

i think every once in a while you wish for that kind of love that seizes you by the throat and you have no choice but to oblige to its forceful presence.

long day again. straight 10- 6 classes then tuition 7- 9. thank god maplek has the car so he kinda drove me around today. even to breakfast, evening snack and dinner. :)) thank you horrrr sureshenehhhhhh.

so that's adam road nasi lemak, 7- 11 chicken pau + mars bar and naan+kheema at al- ameen. hence despite the long day i am still alive and cracking cuz i am well- fed.

i think i can eat naan + kheema every damn day man. its the shiokest shit lor.

i have to complete a term paper and a 1- page write up. i can do it! i am so psyched about evolution. it is so interesting!

i am random.

i did silly dances in the car today to jamie callum's new song which is so catchy but for the life of me i can't remember the title. yeah. then after my silly dance i realize the indian men in the truck behind were laughing at me. -_-

my whole life is like a tragically endless comedy.

i think i'm getting the flu. runny nose and a mighty sneeze. symptoms, no?

watched penis puppetry in class today. damn glorious fun and the best 10 minutes EVER throughout my SC3219 lectures.

every 11th week of the sem, i wish for a year- long break. its a sign. its called the breakdown point. i am breaking down!

suresheneh promised beach this thursday. please co- operate mr sunshine.

okay la. enough ramblings.

sundays

the boy came over for early dinner, mum made sambal tofu and potato+egg curry, yum!
drove down to holland v for some coffee at delifrance and a chat
look at new place at holland close area
drove back home where mum tapow- ed him more of the dinner

as they say, a picture paints a thousand words or in this case, a thousand more than i can muster. so here goes.

guess the pose of the day.

at delifrance. bread&butter pudding was so good we just attacked it so sorry, no picture. just go and try la okay? its damn good shit.

there was something painfully mild about this...

so i decided to spice things up.

the tried- and- tested dinosaur look.

i think the look on his face is priceless cuz it immortalises the 'suresh' face, which i get whenever i make a face, do a dance, sing like a drunk, etc along those lines.

have you RAZRed? ;)

wow a decent shot yes i know.

drive home...

byeeeeeeeeeee!

Sunday, April 02, 2006

i can't sleep just yet so i decided to be annoying.

the boy who makes me feel like 4 bank heists and a million dollars.

you make me laugh you make me smile you do everything every other boyfriend do. but there really is just something about you that makes me feel unbelievably lucky each time you say "i love you".

you're just like, the bomb of the bombs la. you make so happy some days i think i could burst, and if i do, the entire world would be blinded by the bright rays that would explode out of me and it would consequentially lead to chernobyll- like effect. but since they are happy rays maybe it'd be more positive; like everyone looks better, becomes happier, have higher self- esteem... i dunno la.

you just make me very very happy in this crazy outofthisworld way of yours that just makes me want to slap you sometimes, dammit! and tell me the bloody secret.

aiya you're just brilliant la. sometimes. okay most of the time. okay right now you're just brilliant la okay? okay good.

now i can go sleep.

no april fools' joke for all of you, and i apologize on behalf on my mum to all those who received messages from her saying i'm getting married next week. -_- oh my mum, the joker of the family.

so today was another attempt at essay. am now 3/4 ways done. i know i know. it seems like i will never finish it. that pretty much describes my struggles as an undergrad; and endless story with neverending unfinished business. sigh.

in the evening suresh picked me up at clementi and we made our way to gail's partaaaayyyy. well just a small gathering but i want to call it a party can. so yes, FREE FOOD!

food was good and between the two of us we kinda devoured all the bread crumbs in the salad. :D what to do. it was in front of us. we were very unwilling, helpless fools seduced by the salad and i admite, we succumbed.

and italian dressing rocks man. though it made me shit. haaaaaaaa YES you needed to know that!

post- that was soccer. man u beat bolton 2- 1 blablabla. chelsea drew birmingham WAH HEYYYYYYYYYY!

BUT my main grouse is: WHY DID ESPN CHOOSE TO TELECAST DELAYED ARSENAL/ AND FULHAM/ POSRTSMOUTH MATCHES, OVER LIVE LIVERPOOL MATCH?!!?!? ITS INCOHERENCE! ITS PREJUDICE! ITS BLATANT IGNORANCE OF AUDIENCE AND THIS IS TRAVESTY!

fortunately liverpool won 2-0 despite my inability to transmit psychic power via the TV screen. god bless telepathy. i am indeed grateful to possess the power to beam messages across the universe by pressing my forehead against any glass surface.

so moving on. yes liverpool won, man u won, chelsea drew, arsenal won, sunderland drew and portsmouth win. soccer updates for saturday yeah.

so post- supper and match was crapping session at my void deck till 3.45 a.m. :D talked about global domination, USP, productions, weird girls, weird boys, airy- fairy people and other random things. lalalalala.

okay la i must sleep now or else cannot wake up to finish essay tomorrow. so like we posh people say it, CHAO CHEEBYE!

i meant charo mano.

party people.