I am solitary by choice, not circumstances.
I have friends, I'm not lonely.
I have love, I do have a heart.
I can be cold, I am made to be stronger than most.
I can be quiet, I was born to be the only child.
I can be funny and loud, I was taught to always have fun.
I can be anything I want to be. Only because I can.
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Bituwin -
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Edited by Yours Truly.
Blog Title is E.B. White's famous words, rephrased.
Sunday, July 30, 2006
like a gay tarantella
woke up late, found out there was no soccer, bugis to shop with mum, chicken steak + creme brulee late lunch, new earrings from favourite new accessories shop, prozac nation, home.
when i first read it i was, as i told izzati, "14, stupid and pretentious." this time i'm reading it properly.
i have a 20% voucher for any borders item; i'm thinking of aman; maps for lost loves by nadeem aslam; lincoln lawyer by beloved michael connelly; academy X by andrew trees; timoleon vieta comes home by dan rhodes; black order by james rollins. any other suggestions?
and THEN there is the 25% off on the "bookcase to brag about" series. of which i'm eyeing middlesex; long walk to freedom (mandela oiiii); globalization and its discontents; consolations of philosophy (de botton ARGHHH!); speeches that changed the world; the art of happiness (dalai lama okay!); brave new world; the kite runner; the prophet.
phew. okay now you know how slow i am on the bestsellers listing (i'm too busy listening to myself) and how many options i have for just TWO vouchers (valid for 1 item each). its okay. slow and steady wins the race? ah, but what race? that's for me to know. fullstop. hahahhaha.
okay nevermind talking nonsense again.
i wish i'm still at the park now. what a sticky humid sunday.
tuition tomorrow and maybe school (i dunno why yet) in the day. suddenly i want to make like spongebob squarepants and drop on the deck and flop like a fish.
and that i will. nights y'all.
woke up late, found out there was no soccer, bugis to shop with mum, chicken steak + creme brulee late lunch, new earrings from favourite new accessories shop, prozac nation, home.
when i first read it i was, as i told izzati, "14, stupid and pretentious." this time i'm reading it properly.
i have a 20% voucher for any borders item; i'm thinking of aman; maps for lost loves by nadeem aslam; lincoln lawyer by beloved michael connelly; academy X by andrew trees; timoleon vieta comes home by dan rhodes; black order by james rollins. any other suggestions?
and THEN there is the 25% off on the "bookcase to brag about" series. of which i'm eyeing middlesex; long walk to freedom (mandela oiiii); globalization and its discontents; consolations of philosophy (de botton ARGHHH!); speeches that changed the world; the art of happiness (dalai lama okay!); brave new world; the kite runner; the prophet.
phew. okay now you know how slow i am on the bestsellers listing (i'm too busy listening to myself) and how many options i have for just TWO vouchers (valid for 1 item each). its okay. slow and steady wins the race? ah, but what race? that's for me to know. fullstop. hahahhaha.
okay nevermind talking nonsense again.
i wish i'm still at the park now. what a sticky humid sunday.
tuition tomorrow and maybe school (i dunno why yet) in the day. suddenly i want to make like spongebob squarepants and drop on the deck and flop like a fish.
and that i will. nights y'all.
(Warning: Photo- Heavy)
wouldn't it be nice
indeed.
lovely lovely saturday. afternoon of grocery/ picnicware shopping; al- ameen packed lunch at home with mum and suresh; made deserts/ the nehneh/ chocolate+cheese+cinnamon/ lime icing dipped strawberries; change into clothes; drive to plaza sing for food+drinks; park at carpark B; found spot; laid tablecloth then ikea blanket; ballet ballet ballet with fries and cheese bread and custard bread and strawberries in between; drinks drinks drinks; flea market @ timbre; a top and a belt; supper @ jalan kayu; a song on a drive home (apt apt apt)... home. (:
7 of each; meltedcheese+meltedchocolate+cinnamon and the other in lemon icing.
i lasted the whole day on heels. now gimme a HELL YEAH.
happy.
i take your word for it and i agree; this song is apt.
Ain't nothin' better
We beat the odds together
I'm glad we didn't listen
Look at what we would be missin'
They said, "I bet they'll never make it"
But just look at us holding on
We're still together still going strong
(You're still the one) You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're the one I want for life (You're still the one)
You're still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss good night
you'restilltheone.
Friday, July 28, 2006
shaboom shaboom!
apparently there's a cartoon on at weekdays called pinkie- dinkie doo. :\ things you learn teaching pri. 4 kids. but they're bollocks of fun, from the quiet shy kid to the charming effervescent cutie.
bummed at home the whole day and even gave my afore- planned trip to causeway point a miss cuz yes, its that time of the month. to quote holly my ever- hilarious freshie, "i'm gushing". so yes, not the best of days. but better today than tomorrow, cuz now the cramps are over and tomorrow is all me and suresh. :))
on top of the cramps i also woke up with all sorts of aches on a variety of muscles i never knew exist thanks to hamzah's hour- long hip- hop lesson. i better go for soccer this sunday or else my non- existent fitness will be naught forever and ever.
fortunately suresh got the car today and drove me to tuition and fetched me as well. managed a twister fries moment @ macs between that and home too. oh and iced milo, yeah! we're quite excited at the prospect of getting a place to decorate once he moves in to PGP. i'm already forseeing myself hanging all sorts of things with the 3M non- stick hooks we should be getting. DIY store is right next to ikea! goodings goodings.
i am quite excited about bidding this sem cuz i'm taking 6 modules and therefore i have a round 3A to worry about. i don't really know how that is exciting so please excuse my delirium.
alot of people are getting married/ engaged. mostly immediately after school; be it uni or poly. mostly my age. so young! i mean young parents are cool, young marriages must be fun, but i can't imagine myself settling down so soon after finishing the exceedingly long 18 years of education. i would love a year- long trip around the world, a whole year spent writing, a whole year spent doing whatever i want before i think of what next. or maybe jumping straight into that post- grad studies overseas. but settling down? as the word implicates, its almost like settling for less. but that is probably my very skewed- by- PMS judgement. all that said though, i'm really really glad they found a love that WORKS and are sealing it in the eyes of all that matters. congrats, azila!
between all this happy engagements and tomorrow there's very little space for depression and sadness. i hereby declare this a good period. hurhur.
nights!
apparently there's a cartoon on at weekdays called pinkie- dinkie doo. :\ things you learn teaching pri. 4 kids. but they're bollocks of fun, from the quiet shy kid to the charming effervescent cutie.
bummed at home the whole day and even gave my afore- planned trip to causeway point a miss cuz yes, its that time of the month. to quote holly my ever- hilarious freshie, "i'm gushing". so yes, not the best of days. but better today than tomorrow, cuz now the cramps are over and tomorrow is all me and suresh. :))
on top of the cramps i also woke up with all sorts of aches on a variety of muscles i never knew exist thanks to hamzah's hour- long hip- hop lesson. i better go for soccer this sunday or else my non- existent fitness will be naught forever and ever.
fortunately suresh got the car today and drove me to tuition and fetched me as well. managed a twister fries moment @ macs between that and home too. oh and iced milo, yeah! we're quite excited at the prospect of getting a place to decorate once he moves in to PGP. i'm already forseeing myself hanging all sorts of things with the 3M non- stick hooks we should be getting. DIY store is right next to ikea! goodings goodings.
i am quite excited about bidding this sem cuz i'm taking 6 modules and therefore i have a round 3A to worry about. i don't really know how that is exciting so please excuse my delirium.
alot of people are getting married/ engaged. mostly immediately after school; be it uni or poly. mostly my age. so young! i mean young parents are cool, young marriages must be fun, but i can't imagine myself settling down so soon after finishing the exceedingly long 18 years of education. i would love a year- long trip around the world, a whole year spent writing, a whole year spent doing whatever i want before i think of what next. or maybe jumping straight into that post- grad studies overseas. but settling down? as the word implicates, its almost like settling for less. but that is probably my very skewed- by- PMS judgement. all that said though, i'm really really glad they found a love that WORKS and are sealing it in the eyes of all that matters. congrats, azila!
between all this happy engagements and tomorrow there's very little space for depression and sadness. i hereby declare this a good period. hurhur.
nights!
i assume anonymous is referring to my calling nydia cheena/ munjen minah. for the record both names were created in her presence and consent. this name is given to the same person who calls other malay people in town "my kind" so ya.
which leads to my next point. while there is no double standards when it comes to discrimination, there actually IS a difference between me cracking racist jokes to suresh specifically and me calling Indians "his kind", or making fun of indians in general or assuming they are all black. no, suresh do not take my jokes because i am his girlfriend, suresh takes my jokes because he knows it is not derogatory.
when we make fun of each other, its not because we think less of the other person for being of a "lesser"/ "darker" race. -_- he knows when someone does something wrong, i don't summarise it down to, "oh it must be because they're malay/ chinese/ indian". similarly, i think nydia herself should know when me and sara refer to her as munjen minah it is not derogatory in the comfort zone of friendliness, the same way she refers to me as minah minah and sara as chief minah. if i start referring to all chinese as munjens and chinks; i'll take back my words.
just the same, it does not mean having 1 friend from each racial group allows me to make racist remarks. this seems to be a common delusion.
that is also why i got irritated by that brouhaha over the new year's eve party where apparently foreign workers, particularly Banglas, were spraying foam in girls' eyes then groping them. i find that entire thing so fishy cuz firstly with your eyes covered with foam, how clearly could you see? wasn't the point of foaming your eyes was to make sure you can't? and secondly, i'm sure given that situation, anyone would take advantage of the helplessness of women. you think only Banglas are perverts meh?
that, to me, was a good example of over- simplification and repercussions of stupid racist assumptions that has become so innate. for the record, one of the proposed solutions was to ban Bangladeshi workers from future street parties. why one party and not the other? maybe 'victims' should stop themselves from going too.
maybe this colour thing is deepseated trauma from having our ancestors colonised for being Asians/ non- White, in other words. i think its time to drop this colonial- mindset.
i did mention there's a line to be drawn "between friendly jokes and discrimination." i just didn't expect to have to explain it.
which leads to my next point. while there is no double standards when it comes to discrimination, there actually IS a difference between me cracking racist jokes to suresh specifically and me calling Indians "his kind", or making fun of indians in general or assuming they are all black. no, suresh do not take my jokes because i am his girlfriend, suresh takes my jokes because he knows it is not derogatory.
when we make fun of each other, its not because we think less of the other person for being of a "lesser"/ "darker" race. -_- he knows when someone does something wrong, i don't summarise it down to, "oh it must be because they're malay/ chinese/ indian". similarly, i think nydia herself should know when me and sara refer to her as munjen minah it is not derogatory in the comfort zone of friendliness, the same way she refers to me as minah minah and sara as chief minah. if i start referring to all chinese as munjens and chinks; i'll take back my words.
just the same, it does not mean having 1 friend from each racial group allows me to make racist remarks. this seems to be a common delusion.
that is also why i got irritated by that brouhaha over the new year's eve party where apparently foreign workers, particularly Banglas, were spraying foam in girls' eyes then groping them. i find that entire thing so fishy cuz firstly with your eyes covered with foam, how clearly could you see? wasn't the point of foaming your eyes was to make sure you can't? and secondly, i'm sure given that situation, anyone would take advantage of the helplessness of women. you think only Banglas are perverts meh?
that, to me, was a good example of over- simplification and repercussions of stupid racist assumptions that has become so innate. for the record, one of the proposed solutions was to ban Bangladeshi workers from future street parties. why one party and not the other? maybe 'victims' should stop themselves from going too.
maybe this colour thing is deepseated trauma from having our ancestors colonised for being Asians/ non- White, in other words. i think its time to drop this colonial- mindset.
i did mention there's a line to be drawn "between friendly jokes and discrimination." i just didn't expect to have to explain it.
okay just a little thingy before i sleep.
i get very annoyed by girls who say they don't like going to serangoon/ mustafa area (but still do cuz food is good and stuff is cheap! -________-) cuz they're scared that they will get touched here touched there. and i get annoyed even more when they refer to indians as kelawars, i.e. bats in Malay. i think there is something seriously fucked about people if they are really so colour- blind. oh the irony. and no, its not just because my boyfriend is indian. i also get annoyed by people who refer to malays as brown. i.e. in reference to a malay guy someone wrote don't mess with me dude, or i'll kick your brown ass. similarly, i don't like people referring to chinese as yellow.
is skin COLOUR all that you see? there's alot of yellow malays, brown chinese, and white indians. then how liddat? does your colour- coding racial demarcations still apply? there's a very clear line between friendly jokes and discrimination. draw it yourself.
i get very annoyed by girls who say they don't like going to serangoon/ mustafa area (but still do cuz food is good and stuff is cheap! -________-) cuz they're scared that they will get touched here touched there. and i get annoyed even more when they refer to indians as kelawars, i.e. bats in Malay. i think there is something seriously fucked about people if they are really so colour- blind. oh the irony. and no, its not just because my boyfriend is indian. i also get annoyed by people who refer to malays as brown. i.e. in reference to a malay guy someone wrote don't mess with me dude, or i'll kick your brown ass. similarly, i don't like people referring to chinese as yellow.
is skin COLOUR all that you see? there's alot of yellow malays, brown chinese, and white indians. then how liddat? does your colour- coding racial demarcations still apply? there's a very clear line between friendly jokes and discrimination. draw it yourself.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
do you have to let it linger
okay my blogger page is in chinese and hence i did a mini- boycott and did not utilise their services last night. however, i'm an addict and hence i am back, clicking "publish post" in chinese. sigh.
morning was subway brekkie at far east plaza.
yummy! cheese and egg gooooood. and orange juice. so healthy! then it was chinatown for 2 hours of tango and an hour of hip- hop. killer shit.
lunched with suresh at bugis then decided we were too exhausted for further activities and made our way home. tomorrow i'll be teaching from 7- 9, more money whee!
i am very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very excited for SAAAARTHHUUUURDEIIIIII.
cuz its............
BALLET UNDER THETITTIES STARS!
yes titties is my favourite word lor why cannot issit.
suresh booked the tickets last weekend and today we went to get em' at wisma. :))) whee! picnic at fort canning park and the ballet after that. so excited! got new skirt and new top to wear! yay!
do excuse me its been awhile since i've been on a proper date. and NO i cannot explain to you what is a proper date. its the kind of thing that happens when you're in a relationship where you're more likely to drink root beer and watch soccer than to spend a night out gazing stars and sipping sparkling water or that shazazz.
not that i'm complaining but its nice to have something like this once in a while. gives me a reason to dress up, yay!
wow current yay! count; 2. fierce ahhh. what a yay- y day.
yesterday hadizzie was online and we FINALLY got to talk! he's doing readings already lor so fast! we haven't even bidded yet. i'm doing 6 mods next sem :\ so i hope i can make it. my advisor has given me the green light so i shall grab that possibly blind faith and go forth and multiply... my CAP. heh heh heh.
oh i am so excited about PGP too! suresh is moving in next week so we'll be doing some ikea shopping soon. how timely too, the great IKEA sale is on! till 13 august! pay day 8 august HAHA! ikea ikea ikea ikea ikea *froths at mouth*
i like feeling like there's so much to do; makes me feel young. but i also like that i have the rest of today free to lie around, read, watch TV and other random stuff, cuz it makes me feel languid. i like suresh cuz he finds the words that are harder to find in wordsearch. yeah i'm a sucker for wordsearch, crosswords, etc. i bought this wordsearch paperback for $2.10 from popular and now suresh likes it too. yay!
whoops. yay! count up by 1.
well i shall stop now. there's books to read, TV to watch, food to eat and oh yes, medicine! um yeah people deep- fried hashbrowns with cheese over it is TEHHHH SHITTT okay? go eat.
and remember, orange juice is good for you!
okay my blogger page is in chinese and hence i did a mini- boycott and did not utilise their services last night. however, i'm an addict and hence i am back, clicking "publish post" in chinese. sigh.
morning was subway brekkie at far east plaza.
yummy! cheese and egg gooooood. and orange juice. so healthy! then it was chinatown for 2 hours of tango and an hour of hip- hop. killer shit.lunched with suresh at bugis then decided we were too exhausted for further activities and made our way home. tomorrow i'll be teaching from 7- 9, more money whee!
i am very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very excited for SAAAARTHHUUUURDEIIIIII.
cuz its............
BALLET UNDER THE
yes titties is my favourite word lor why cannot issit.
suresh booked the tickets last weekend and today we went to get em' at wisma. :))) whee! picnic at fort canning park and the ballet after that. so excited! got new skirt and new top to wear! yay!
do excuse me its been awhile since i've been on a proper date. and NO i cannot explain to you what is a proper date. its the kind of thing that happens when you're in a relationship where you're more likely to drink root beer and watch soccer than to spend a night out gazing stars and sipping sparkling water or that shazazz.
not that i'm complaining but its nice to have something like this once in a while. gives me a reason to dress up, yay!
wow current yay! count; 2. fierce ahhh. what a yay- y day.
yesterday hadizzie was online and we FINALLY got to talk! he's doing readings already lor so fast! we haven't even bidded yet. i'm doing 6 mods next sem :\ so i hope i can make it. my advisor has given me the green light so i shall grab that possibly blind faith and go forth and multiply... my CAP. heh heh heh.
oh i am so excited about PGP too! suresh is moving in next week so we'll be doing some ikea shopping soon. how timely too, the great IKEA sale is on! till 13 august! pay day 8 august HAHA! ikea ikea ikea ikea ikea *froths at mouth*
i like feeling like there's so much to do; makes me feel young. but i also like that i have the rest of today free to lie around, read, watch TV and other random stuff, cuz it makes me feel languid. i like suresh cuz he finds the words that are harder to find in wordsearch. yeah i'm a sucker for wordsearch, crosswords, etc. i bought this wordsearch paperback for $2.10 from popular and now suresh likes it too. yay!
whoops. yay! count up by 1.
well i shall stop now. there's books to read, TV to watch, food to eat and oh yes, medicine! um yeah people deep- fried hashbrowns with cheese over it is TEHHHH SHITTT okay? go eat.
and remember, orange juice is good for you!
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
i've got peace by the river in my soul
i like days like these, when you feel abit tired but you're satisfied with your day cuz you did what you had to and you smiled for most parts of it.
i've come to learn there's no perfect days, perfect starts don't mean perfect endings, and same goes vice versa. i've learnt to make do with bad moments; especially if they're followed by happy hours and oodles of laughter.
another thing i realized is that i'm getting more snappy, more easily annoyed by both strangers and people i love. while its easy to lash out bout' the former, its much harder with the latter. am i getting older and more impatient or is this just deepseated inner trauma being manifested in the most bizarre (and not to mention way delayed) way, not unlike fiza's regular bizarre madness?
oh well.
its horrible when it doesn't feel like it has been 365 days with the nehneh but yet the thought of having been with someone for 12 months/ 1 year/ 365 days/ very long makes me feel old and serious and secure and boringoldshitfart. like a prude or something la. whatever happened to 2 weeks?
i know i should be grateful that i'm in an easy peasy relationship where its easier to smile and laugh than to shout and fight but HOR this is fiza and fiza is weird and therefore i am allowe my neurotic moments when i think something is WRONG when i've been with the SAME PERSON for more than a stipulated number of weeks. namely 2. so yes.
any long- term (and by long- term i mean beyond 2 weeks) relationships makes me feel old and serious and mature and matronly and like kukukupuapuapunehneh. ya.
i think i'm rambling again. oh well. bumped into my friend in the train ride home; and her boyfriend called.
boyfriend: __________________ (how i know what he say right?)
friend: oh... umm... i'm... near... uhh... raffles place.
for the record, we were at woodlands, one stop away from our place.
boyfriend: ___________________
friend: hehe whyyyyyyyyyyy?
boyfriend: _________________
friend: hehe aiya you don't worry la its safe. where got late?
boyfriend: _________________
friend: hehehe so sweet i didn't know you care about me so much.
okay i'm sorry friend if you read this but as i mentioned to you; i think its very useless to LIE to your boyfriend about your whereabouts just so you can see how much he cares/ worries about you. the fact that he's asking already means he cares, why make him worry even more that you're still out somewhere in the city (which you're not) at 11 p.m.? i really think girls like these are stupidly asking for it; in the end their boyfriends will become overbearingly protective and possesive psychopaths who wants you back home by 8 p.m. SHARP and walk around in a gunny sack in case you're ambushed and raped on your night walk back.
see. stupid. no trouble look for trouble.
anyways as always someone (or my conscience) will voice out/ point out that i am in no place to give relationship advice cuz hahaha i change boyfriend like underwear! -_- so ya.
anyway in my defence right; (aside from the stupid ones where i got attached for no apparent reason) i don't dilly- dally over leaving a guy cuz i think if the relationship is beyond repair, i am not going to drown along with a sinking ship lor. i am not afraid to leave something that is failing, no matter how bad the consequences might be. its better than pretending to be in a relationship that is working when its not.
simply said, i'm not deluded and am more realistic/ pragmatic/ cold- hearted/ whatever. i've never been the sort who feels obliged to time (oh we've been together so long, wasted right if we break up), other people (everyone thinks we're so happy together, what would they say if we broke up) or blind faith (he said if i stay this time he'll stop hitting me). i am only obliged to love, and that meaning mine. even if he still loves me but i don't, i don't see why i should subject him to a relationship where the feelings are not mutual.
okay rant aside!
happy pics!
hahahaha nehneh cannot eat barbequed marshmellow.
spot the common factor.
as visible in the camp flickr set (click down there), joshua is a newly- reformed homophobic. he is now happily going around hugging and kissing everyone he believes isn't gay. which technically, still makes him homophobic. he's got a long way to go, but he has come pretty far from camp days.
he was also busy today trying to get anyone he possibly can get his hands on; drunk. and as you can tell, quiet old weizhen became a sorry victim. he's the one wielding the empty absolut vodka. no he didn't drank all of it, but the damage was done.
holly: weizhen what's your favourite food?
weizhen: alcohol!
weizhen: i'm almost sober! where's the alcohol!
so yes, we got joshua to thank for bringing out that side of him. joshua tsktsk.
here he is showing his 'converter' his appreciation.
and here he is with me.
and that's all for today. i am damn shag and smelly but tomorrow i only have tuition at 7 so whee me i rock titties hoo yeah.
i like days like these, when you feel abit tired but you're satisfied with your day cuz you did what you had to and you smiled for most parts of it.
i've come to learn there's no perfect days, perfect starts don't mean perfect endings, and same goes vice versa. i've learnt to make do with bad moments; especially if they're followed by happy hours and oodles of laughter.
another thing i realized is that i'm getting more snappy, more easily annoyed by both strangers and people i love. while its easy to lash out bout' the former, its much harder with the latter. am i getting older and more impatient or is this just deepseated inner trauma being manifested in the most bizarre (and not to mention way delayed) way, not unlike fiza's regular bizarre madness?
oh well.
its horrible when it doesn't feel like it has been 365 days with the nehneh but yet the thought of having been with someone for 12 months/ 1 year/ 365 days/ very long makes me feel old and serious and secure and boringoldshitfart. like a prude or something la. whatever happened to 2 weeks?
i know i should be grateful that i'm in an easy peasy relationship where its easier to smile and laugh than to shout and fight but HOR this is fiza and fiza is weird and therefore i am allowe my neurotic moments when i think something is WRONG when i've been with the SAME PERSON for more than a stipulated number of weeks. namely 2. so yes.
any long- term (and by long- term i mean beyond 2 weeks) relationships makes me feel old and serious and mature and matronly and like kukukupuapuapunehneh. ya.
i think i'm rambling again. oh well. bumped into my friend in the train ride home; and her boyfriend called.
boyfriend: __________________ (how i know what he say right?)
friend: oh... umm... i'm... near... uhh... raffles place.
for the record, we were at woodlands, one stop away from our place.
boyfriend: ___________________
friend: hehe whyyyyyyyyyyy?
boyfriend: _________________
friend: hehe aiya you don't worry la its safe. where got late?
boyfriend: _________________
friend: hehehe so sweet i didn't know you care about me so much.
okay i'm sorry friend if you read this but as i mentioned to you; i think its very useless to LIE to your boyfriend about your whereabouts just so you can see how much he cares/ worries about you. the fact that he's asking already means he cares, why make him worry even more that you're still out somewhere in the city (which you're not) at 11 p.m.? i really think girls like these are stupidly asking for it; in the end their boyfriends will become overbearingly protective and possesive psychopaths who wants you back home by 8 p.m. SHARP and walk around in a gunny sack in case you're ambushed and raped on your night walk back.
see. stupid. no trouble look for trouble.
anyways as always someone (or my conscience) will voice out/ point out that i am in no place to give relationship advice cuz hahaha i change boyfriend like underwear! -_- so ya.
anyway in my defence right; (aside from the stupid ones where i got attached for no apparent reason) i don't dilly- dally over leaving a guy cuz i think if the relationship is beyond repair, i am not going to drown along with a sinking ship lor. i am not afraid to leave something that is failing, no matter how bad the consequences might be. its better than pretending to be in a relationship that is working when its not.
simply said, i'm not deluded and am more realistic/ pragmatic/ cold- hearted/ whatever. i've never been the sort who feels obliged to time (oh we've been together so long, wasted right if we break up), other people (everyone thinks we're so happy together, what would they say if we broke up) or blind faith (he said if i stay this time he'll stop hitting me). i am only obliged to love, and that meaning mine. even if he still loves me but i don't, i don't see why i should subject him to a relationship where the feelings are not mutual.
okay rant aside!
happy pics!
hahahaha nehneh cannot eat barbequed marshmellow.
spot the common factor.
as visible in the camp flickr set (click down there), joshua is a newly- reformed homophobic. he is now happily going around hugging and kissing everyone he believes isn't gay. which technically, still makes him homophobic. he's got a long way to go, but he has come pretty far from camp days.
he was also busy today trying to get anyone he possibly can get his hands on; drunk. and as you can tell, quiet old weizhen became a sorry victim. he's the one wielding the empty absolut vodka. no he didn't drank all of it, but the damage was done.
holly: weizhen what's your favourite food?
weizhen: alcohol!
weizhen: i'm almost sober! where's the alcohol!
so yes, we got joshua to thank for bringing out that side of him. joshua tsktsk.
here he is showing his 'converter' his appreciation.
and here he is with me.
and that's all for today. i am damn shag and smelly but tomorrow i only have tuition at 7 so whee me i rock titties hoo yeah.
Monday, July 24, 2006
you helped me find my paradise
eeyer got couple fighting then shouting alot of hokkien. i am hungry!
well- spent albeit tiring day. bugis for coffee (i had raspberry frap whee!), eclairs, onion rings and yakkety yakkety yak. i'm really good at that. there's a new shop at bugis and its so pretty! lotsa nice stuff. i forsee shopping trips there.
the nehneh gave suggestions as to how to save my next pay onwards. and this time i'll listen cuz i need to save up for travelling anyway. so yeap, i got financial advisor oh yeah.
tomorrow is rag prac in the morning then OG gathering evening. so hap hap happening my OG email email until i dunno who's who/ what's what. i'm glad we are what we are, cuz it makes it so much easier to laugh. hahaha.
exhaustion has drained me dry of gray matter so i shall leave it at this. it was great to see the nehneh again, and even greatER to see the green+ yellow puma bag from phuket! whoopee more bags! :D my nehneh rocks more than yours harhar.
oh and i've always been a huge gabrielle fan so here's one for the road.
Sunshine through my window
That's what you are
My shining star
Sunshine
Making me feel like
I'm on top of the world
Telling me I'll go far
You are the calm
I am the storm
You are the breeze that carries me on
When I set adrift
You anchor me
You're there for me
Sunshine; Gabrielle
this place used to have a bowling alley me, shamini, banana, hadi, hyaidi and buncha others used to go to after track trainings at the nearby queenstown stadium. it was damn cheap and always empty which we loved.
and its so derelict now. just another sign of changing times, of old age. of moving on.
eeyer got couple fighting then shouting alot of hokkien. i am hungry!
well- spent albeit tiring day. bugis for coffee (i had raspberry frap whee!), eclairs, onion rings and yakkety yakkety yak. i'm really good at that. there's a new shop at bugis and its so pretty! lotsa nice stuff. i forsee shopping trips there.
the nehneh gave suggestions as to how to save my next pay onwards. and this time i'll listen cuz i need to save up for travelling anyway. so yeap, i got financial advisor oh yeah.
tomorrow is rag prac in the morning then OG gathering evening. so hap hap happening my OG email email until i dunno who's who/ what's what. i'm glad we are what we are, cuz it makes it so much easier to laugh. hahaha.
exhaustion has drained me dry of gray matter so i shall leave it at this. it was great to see the nehneh again, and even greatER to see the green+ yellow puma bag from phuket! whoopee more bags! :D my nehneh rocks more than yours harhar.
oh and i've always been a huge gabrielle fan so here's one for the road.
Sunshine through my window
That's what you are
My shining star
Sunshine
Making me feel like
I'm on top of the world
Telling me I'll go far
You are the calm
I am the storm
You are the breeze that carries me on
When I set adrift
You anchor me
You're there for me
Sunshine; Gabrielle
this place used to have a bowling alley me, shamini, banana, hadi, hyaidi and buncha others used to go to after track trainings at the nearby queenstown stadium. it was damn cheap and always empty which we loved.
and its so derelict now. just another sign of changing times, of old age. of moving on.
Sunday, July 23, 2006
smells like uhh... party
minah sisterhood.
goodwood. food was good and yup, i had enough creme brulee, bread butter pudding, chocolate truffle and vanilla sauce to last me a lifetime. or 3 days la. see how.
after that was borders- topshop/ wisma- novo/ taka- coffee bean/ forum- 7-11 somewhere- dhoby ghout with saraaaaaaaa.
lotsa chats everywhere and in between. feels good to just yak like that. we should catch up proper next time.
in other news, nehneh returns tonight, yay!
i hate it how after a high the only next move is a crash down. there's seemingly no gentle, slow way to it. just a cold hard crash and a wake- up call on how bitter and stupid the world really is sometimes. so annoying.
in the train someone kept playing her Auld Lang Sygne handphone ringtone and a fully- tattooed malay dude walked over to the group of teenagers and told them to either pick up the call or shove the phone up their ass, unless they need his help. i don't even know who i feel sorry/ ashamed for.
and then there's insecurities. those that come in moments of madness, and which you know by tomorrow you'll realize its stupid but today, just today, you want to be a girl.
sometimes i think i've got so many hang- ups with myself the reason why i'm so happy all the time is because there's so many of them i lose count and live happily in ignorance. so ignorance is bliss.
maybe i should sleep and let it all go and tomorrow when i wake up the sun will shine and everyone is happy again.
minah sisterhood.
goodwood. food was good and yup, i had enough creme brulee, bread butter pudding, chocolate truffle and vanilla sauce to last me a lifetime. or 3 days la. see how.
after that was borders- topshop/ wisma- novo/ taka- coffee bean/ forum- 7-11 somewhere- dhoby ghout with saraaaaaaaa.
lotsa chats everywhere and in between. feels good to just yak like that. we should catch up proper next time.
in other news, nehneh returns tonight, yay!
i hate it how after a high the only next move is a crash down. there's seemingly no gentle, slow way to it. just a cold hard crash and a wake- up call on how bitter and stupid the world really is sometimes. so annoying.
in the train someone kept playing her Auld Lang Sygne handphone ringtone and a fully- tattooed malay dude walked over to the group of teenagers and told them to either pick up the call or shove the phone up their ass, unless they need his help. i don't even know who i feel sorry/ ashamed for.
and then there's insecurities. those that come in moments of madness, and which you know by tomorrow you'll realize its stupid but today, just today, you want to be a girl.
sometimes i think i've got so many hang- ups with myself the reason why i'm so happy all the time is because there's so many of them i lose count and live happily in ignorance. so ignorance is bliss.
maybe i should sleep and let it all go and tomorrow when i wake up the sun will shine and everyone is happy again.
(: from August 20th last year
and a beautiful one it was, indeed.
tongue tied
waiting
hoping
and praying
lying
beside you
longing
to touch you
Aqualung; Tongue- Tied
sometimes i still feel like i'm sitting/ reading on that grass.
i am champion of champions
everybirdy once again kowtow to the brilliance that is fiza. my perfect chun- to- the- max timing means i've only just BEGUN missing the nehneh and guess what? he comes back tomorrow! hahahaha! i am so powerful i surprise even myself. tsk.
so i am bored. today i went out with nydia, did NOT watch malay dance, had pasta lunch, window shopped alot, made alot of racist comments hahaha, went to city hall buy ribbon and card for HER, then bummed at rocky masters till she left and my mum came for some thai express. then we went topshop suntec and we got THE SAME TOPS. -_- like hari raya like that buy matching clothes. then more window shopping. then we bought earrings from citylink mall then we had ice cream from new zealand natural and bummed some more. my life is full of bums hahaha.
i think i am high. anyway i was very bored when i got home (and still am actually) so i did this!
ok i know not very funny but i'm working with little material and it is not an essay, just rubbish. and rubbish doesn't have to be anything (funny/ hilarious/ annoying/ intelligent/ etc), cuz it is RUBBISH understand.
see it is something like that except it is more elaborate. yeah!
anyhoos i am so excited! i am so busy i feel so important. but of course i am important cuz i am so many things! champion of champions, queen, king, brilliant, powerful, etc etc etc. but ANYWAY i got a burstday partehhh to go to tomorrowwww and since it is 1 am HAPPY BURSTDAY NYDIAAAA AKA MUNJEN MINAH AKA CHEENA MINAHHHH!
we rawk titties yo.
besides that monday got tuition and yes this is also fun because my students are da bomb. then tuesday is rag again (TANGGGGGO!) then OG partehhhh at feli's place! so hap hap happening right i know i am the bomb i told you liao.
i think i am feeling very narcissistic today. hurhur. too bad lor. suck it up, suckers! lalala.
ish i am annoyed at myself liao. okok i'll calm down.
i'm trying to guess what the nehneh bought me from phuket. hmm. it better be nice or else i claim back the nice charcoal potrait i got for him from chiang mai mwahahaha.
oops i am still annoying.
i think this cannot be absolved today. too many happy and exciting things = over- excited + excessively happy fiza = annoying blog post.
okay tomorrow is a sundei. happy dei! DEI! dei! DEIIIIIIIIII.
okbye.
everybirdy once again kowtow to the brilliance that is fiza. my perfect chun- to- the- max timing means i've only just BEGUN missing the nehneh and guess what? he comes back tomorrow! hahahaha! i am so powerful i surprise even myself. tsk.
so i am bored. today i went out with nydia, did NOT watch malay dance, had pasta lunch, window shopped alot, made alot of racist comments hahaha, went to city hall buy ribbon and card for HER, then bummed at rocky masters till she left and my mum came for some thai express. then we went topshop suntec and we got THE SAME TOPS. -_- like hari raya like that buy matching clothes. then more window shopping. then we bought earrings from citylink mall then we had ice cream from new zealand natural and bummed some more. my life is full of bums hahaha.
i think i am high. anyway i was very bored when i got home (and still am actually) so i did this!
ok i know not very funny but i'm working with little material and it is not an essay, just rubbish. and rubbish doesn't have to be anything (funny/ hilarious/ annoying/ intelligent/ etc), cuz it is RUBBISH understand.
see it is something like that except it is more elaborate. yeah!
anyhoos i am so excited! i am so busy i feel so important. but of course i am important cuz i am so many things! champion of champions, queen, king, brilliant, powerful, etc etc etc. but ANYWAY i got a burstday partehhh to go to tomorrowwww and since it is 1 am HAPPY BURSTDAY NYDIAAAA AKA MUNJEN MINAH AKA CHEENA MINAHHHH!
we rawk titties yo.
besides that monday got tuition and yes this is also fun because my students are da bomb. then tuesday is rag again (TANGGGGGO!) then OG partehhhh at feli's place! so hap hap happening right i know i am the bomb i told you liao.
i think i am feeling very narcissistic today. hurhur. too bad lor. suck it up, suckers! lalala.
ish i am annoyed at myself liao. okok i'll calm down.
i'm trying to guess what the nehneh bought me from phuket. hmm. it better be nice or else i claim back the nice charcoal potrait i got for him from chiang mai mwahahaha.
oops i am still annoying.
i think this cannot be absolved today. too many happy and exciting things = over- excited + excessively happy fiza = annoying blog post.
okay tomorrow is a sundei. happy dei! DEI! dei! DEIIIIIIIIII.
okbye.
Saturday, July 22, 2006
saturdei
i am off to meet nydia for some thing at palm valley/ botanic gardens. she said something like NUS Malay Dance and i just had a system shutdown and could not comprehend anything beyond that.
after that chief minah sara might be joining us for a bit of shopping i guess. i need to get ribbons (you have no idea how hard it is to find wide brown satin ribbons) and maybe a card for it is nydia's birthday tomorrow. the munjen turns 21. then its chief then me. why am i always last? never mind, i can laugh at hafiz lim. hahahaha.
my very on nak mampus freshies have planned an OG outing this tuesday at feli's place. so after rag it is. if anyone from USP is reading this, PLEASE join rag this year! we're doing the tango and acting like sprites, so fun happy stuff and really cool music, i promise! so if you're interested, its Xenbar @ Pagoda Street i.e. Chinatown every tuesdays and thursdays, 12- 2. thank you.
wah i'm endlessly plugging for rag this year. what to do. last year bring in freshies so this year must bring in also mah. must maintain record okay.
anyway i was going through my old photos and i just realize out of my (many endless and variable) talents, i am most proud of my balancing spoon on nose and ears trick. damn pro can. wah lao.
okay la better get ready wait late the munjen scold me. byebye!
i am off to meet nydia for some thing at palm valley/ botanic gardens. she said something like NUS Malay Dance and i just had a system shutdown and could not comprehend anything beyond that.
after that chief minah sara might be joining us for a bit of shopping i guess. i need to get ribbons (you have no idea how hard it is to find wide brown satin ribbons) and maybe a card for it is nydia's birthday tomorrow. the munjen turns 21. then its chief then me. why am i always last? never mind, i can laugh at hafiz lim. hahahaha.
my very on nak mampus freshies have planned an OG outing this tuesday at feli's place. so after rag it is. if anyone from USP is reading this, PLEASE join rag this year! we're doing the tango and acting like sprites, so fun happy stuff and really cool music, i promise! so if you're interested, its Xenbar @ Pagoda Street i.e. Chinatown every tuesdays and thursdays, 12- 2. thank you.
wah i'm endlessly plugging for rag this year. what to do. last year bring in freshies so this year must bring in also mah. must maintain record okay.
anyway i was going through my old photos and i just realize out of my (many endless and variable) talents, i am most proud of my balancing spoon on nose and ears trick. damn pro can. wah lao.
okay la better get ready wait late the munjen scold me. byebye!
Friday, July 21, 2006
let me go all visual
bummed the whole day, then dentist at boon lay. chicken chop at jurong point banquet and $2.10 wordsearch book from popular. now home sweet home and here's photos!
first up, baybeats with peejay clan + suzi + banana.
we met yazid, fellow peejay-ian!
next, camp. GOOOO windsor!
freshies.
winning mascot.
boobies!
the windsor zoo.
one of our many dingdong games.
chao ah bengs.
girls.
walking to bus- stop, end of camp.
happy days happy days. and i got my room in PGP! blk 16 level 4. suresh is at blk 17 basement 1. so anyone else going PGP, hit me up!
alrighty back to msning with the rest of my mad OG. -_-
bummed the whole day, then dentist at boon lay. chicken chop at jurong point banquet and $2.10 wordsearch book from popular. now home sweet home and here's photos!
first up, baybeats with peejay clan + suzi + banana.
we met yazid, fellow peejay-ian!
next, camp. GOOOO windsor!
freshies.
winning mascot.
boobies!
the windsor zoo.
one of our many dingdong games.
chao ah bengs.
girls.
walking to bus- stop, end of camp.
happy days happy days. and i got my room in PGP! blk 16 level 4. suresh is at blk 17 basement 1. so anyone else going PGP, hit me up!
alrighty back to msning with the rest of my mad OG. -_-
God save the Queen!
wah i damn shag okay. i dunno why i bother mentioning it lor, every camp also go home damn shag.
so camp was campy. hurhur. day 0 with fellow OGLs spent lazing around, testing games, preparing for the next day, etc. only day i got to sleep on a bed. :(
next day early morning meet freshies. fantastic freshies they were, bonded with such immediacy me and suresh were entirely redundant down there. back to chalet, ice- breakers, cheers then mascot parade. then games games and more games.
but i think most memorable moments are moments spent in our chalet chatting among ourselves, listening to jack's interesting dreams (Year 2096, 19th Century Governess tiaooo), talking about shit, more shit, and generally just having fun. it was good.
so yes. i am pooped but happy. OG dinner from 8.30- 10 p.m. okay. 3 days 3 nights camp like that. and yes, we won most artistic og for our mascot and sandcastle. which was a pyramid, then got sphinx. so we rock.
there's camp photos and baybeat photos and therefore that's 101 photos. seriously. so i will be selective and upload some here, the rest go flickr okay. click the badge on the bottom right corner, thankyouverymuch.
eh i wonder why people (or me only?) say "pooped but happy". like you cannot be both meh? can be happy and tired right? like me now! whee!
exhaustion caused overdose of laughter at swensens. i got abs now. but wonder of wonders, toothache back! i gotta do that tooth operation soon. :(
suresheneh's leaving for phuket tomorrow. i very sad i no boyfriend for three days! bah. but sunday is nydia's party. and tomorrow got rag but i am unbelievable exhausted so i'll see how it goes la hor.
okay i better stop now or else i'll never. good to be back. nights!
wah i damn shag okay. i dunno why i bother mentioning it lor, every camp also go home damn shag.
so camp was campy. hurhur. day 0 with fellow OGLs spent lazing around, testing games, preparing for the next day, etc. only day i got to sleep on a bed. :(
next day early morning meet freshies. fantastic freshies they were, bonded with such immediacy me and suresh were entirely redundant down there. back to chalet, ice- breakers, cheers then mascot parade. then games games and more games.
but i think most memorable moments are moments spent in our chalet chatting among ourselves, listening to jack's interesting dreams (Year 2096, 19th Century Governess tiaooo), talking about shit, more shit, and generally just having fun. it was good.
so yes. i am pooped but happy. OG dinner from 8.30- 10 p.m. okay. 3 days 3 nights camp like that. and yes, we won most artistic og for our mascot and sandcastle. which was a pyramid, then got sphinx. so we rock.
there's camp photos and baybeat photos and therefore that's 101 photos. seriously. so i will be selective and upload some here, the rest go flickr okay. click the badge on the bottom right corner, thankyouverymuch.
eh i wonder why people (or me only?) say "pooped but happy". like you cannot be both meh? can be happy and tired right? like me now! whee!
exhaustion caused overdose of laughter at swensens. i got abs now. but wonder of wonders, toothache back! i gotta do that tooth operation soon. :(
suresheneh's leaving for phuket tomorrow. i very sad i no boyfriend for three days! bah. but sunday is nydia's party. and tomorrow got rag but i am unbelievable exhausted so i'll see how it goes la hor.
okay i better stop now or else i'll never. good to be back. nights!
Monday, July 17, 2006
multiracial society pui
okay i wanted to blog about baybeats which was great and then pack for camp but then i itchy finger go to xiaxue's blog and read some stuff and saw a post that had 260 (!) comments. and a few caught my eye,
My friends and I got treated with LOUSY service at this prata shop opposite my school as well! And I encountered this one Indian man who just came along and stole my friggin' cab though I've waited for more than 20mins already! I went up to that fellow who went into the cab already and acted ignorant. Fucking piece of shit.
and this one.
Ya Chinese cannot eat prata issit. They are kinda racist. Cuz it happened to me before. They juz fuckin earn alot of money. And dun forget their income is mainly from US, the chinese! Look at the population of chinese in singapore. God! they gotta serve us better.
for the record, the post was about xiaxue apparently getting offered 3 lukewarm pratas after repeatedly asking for a warm one. -_- and then this whole racist tirade occured in her comment box. suddenly everything and anything horrible to do with indians appear on the comment box.
and for the record, chinese and malay people also got cut informal taxi queue before, but i'm pretty sure its not due to their racial make- up. and what has a taxi queue got to do with lukewarm prata? oh sorry, you're slamming indians.
and the last one, about serving you better because you're the mutherfuckin' racial majority, eh cheebye, then go eat your bakwa and pork knuckles can. don't kau pei kau bu want to eat other races' delicacies then complain complain about racism and expect better service just because you people migrated by millions instead of thousands. nabei.
what a shame really, the entire response to that post, since most chinese/ indian/ malay/ etc people i know are not so gobsmackingly stupid/ racist to comment so ridiculously on a seemingly mild and mindless post.
stupid humans agitate me.
okay i wanted to blog about baybeats which was great and then pack for camp but then i itchy finger go to xiaxue's blog and read some stuff and saw a post that had 260 (!) comments. and a few caught my eye,
My friends and I got treated with LOUSY service at this prata shop opposite my school as well! And I encountered this one Indian man who just came along and stole my friggin' cab though I've waited for more than 20mins already! I went up to that fellow who went into the cab already and acted ignorant. Fucking piece of shit.
and this one.
Ya Chinese cannot eat prata issit. They are kinda racist. Cuz it happened to me before. They juz fuckin earn alot of money. And dun forget their income is mainly from US, the chinese! Look at the population of chinese in singapore. God! they gotta serve us better.
for the record, the post was about xiaxue apparently getting offered 3 lukewarm pratas after repeatedly asking for a warm one. -_- and then this whole racist tirade occured in her comment box. suddenly everything and anything horrible to do with indians appear on the comment box.
and for the record, chinese and malay people also got cut informal taxi queue before, but i'm pretty sure its not due to their racial make- up. and what has a taxi queue got to do with lukewarm prata? oh sorry, you're slamming indians.
and the last one, about serving you better because you're the mutherfuckin' racial majority, eh cheebye, then go eat your bakwa and pork knuckles can. don't kau pei kau bu want to eat other races' delicacies then complain complain about racism and expect better service just because you people migrated by millions instead of thousands. nabei.
what a shame really, the entire response to that post, since most chinese/ indian/ malay/ etc people i know are not so gobsmackingly stupid/ racist to comment so ridiculously on a seemingly mild and mindless post.
stupid humans agitate me.
Sunday, July 16, 2006
its a sunday.
baybeats later, then pack for camp tomorrow.
i've totally lost my mood to blog. maybe its time to move on. or maybe i'm just lazy. we shall see.
baybeats later, then pack for camp tomorrow.
i've totally lost my mood to blog. maybe its time to move on. or maybe i'm just lazy. we shall see.
Saturday, July 15, 2006
and when it rains i'm happier alone
i should do some laundry, and start some packing for camp which begins monday. but i just can't be arsed. are all lazy saturdays like this?
good thing there's baybeats tomorrow. i've finished my books and magazines and the TV is being a TV and i am not entertained.
i should marry a clown.
i should do some laundry, and start some packing for camp which begins monday. but i just can't be arsed. are all lazy saturdays like this?
good thing there's baybeats tomorrow. i've finished my books and magazines and the TV is being a TV and i am not entertained.
i should marry a clown.
sometimes its easier to want less so when you don't get it you don't know it. hiding inside yourself is more confusing cuz you wouldn't know if you're lost, or if you have stopped hiding. sometimes time stop and you wonder why you're still standing unscathed when you feel you've been hit by 20 trucks over.
perfect posture but you're barely scraping by, but you're barely scraping. cuz you can't fake it hard enough to please, everyone or anyone at all.
But I cannot forget
Refuse to regret
So glad I met you and
Take my breath away
Make everyday
Worth all of the pain that I have
Gone through
And mama I've been cryin'
Cause things ain't how they used to be
She said the battles almost won
And we're only several miles from the sun
such a stellar monument to loneliness.
perfect posture but you're barely scraping by, but you're barely scraping. cuz you can't fake it hard enough to please, everyone or anyone at all.
But I cannot forget
Refuse to regret
So glad I met you and
Take my breath away
Make everyday
Worth all of the pain that I have
Gone through
And mama I've been cryin'
Cause things ain't how they used to be
She said the battles almost won
And we're only several miles from the sun
such a stellar monument to loneliness.
baybeats was fine. caugh tiramisu. highlights of the day; tiramisu's lead singer pointed pink shoe flying through the air and hitting farhana's head (HAHAHAHA), bumping into bajillion people of which 3/4 were gan eng seng people (my secondary school rocks woot woot) and last minute supper with junqi/albert/jinqu who sat beside me in sec. 2 and borrowed my colour pencils. also caught pirates of the caribb which was long and funny. and good food before and after movie. and after baybeats. now IAMBEAT.
just three pics that i don't think needs editing cuz aiya, once in a while look like shit never mind right. apple cinnamon (SHIT OF THE SHITS COMBI) muffin from rocky masters was good and cheap. pizza was good and cheap too. go rocky masters. then that's farhana and me and albert/ junqi/ jinqu and me and the dude alone in the shared cab home. ineedsleepbye.
just three pics that i don't think needs editing cuz aiya, once in a while look like shit never mind right. apple cinnamon (SHIT OF THE SHITS COMBI) muffin from rocky masters was good and cheap. pizza was good and cheap too. go rocky masters. then that's farhana and me and albert/ junqi/ jinqu and me and the dude alone in the shared cab home. ineedsleepbye.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
its not unusual to be loved by you
back from rag. yesterday was pizza hut @ PS for lunch then tuition at night. then today was school for rag dance then thai express for late lunch. then home.
needless to say the exhaustion has only piled on over these two days and i'm in need of good rest. besides, i'm catching Pirates of The Caribbean tomorrow and i cannot be too tired for that! must savour each and every moment i get with a giant- sized Johhny Depp. aaaaah.
then weekend is baybeats, then monday- thursday is camp. then that sunday is nyd's birthday then i'm probably moving into PGP the coming week. oh the flurry. but i love it. i'm alive again. the whole month of bumming was fun, but it was like reserving energy for this period, where all hell break loose and i run around doing so many things. happy fun things. :)
(poop break)
ahhh okay. relief. too much chilli, that's what it does to you. pah.
so today is gonna be alot of resting, and probably finishing off the second connelly. got two from chiang mai. cheap books whee! mum got 2 anita shreves. she's good la. i'm surprisingly impressed.
wah damn want to poop again!
umm okay changed my mind.
you know what i can't blog like this. when my stomach feels better i'd blog again. this always happen after vacations. i lose my blogging groove. or i shit alot. same thing la.
later!
ah i'm back. stomach is dandy though i am craving for bandung but its raining so i guess i'd have to make it instead of buy it. NYEH.
johnny depp tomorrow can't waiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit! one of the first thai phrases i learnt was JOHNNY DEPP LAW MAAK MAAK! hahahaha. johnny depp very handsome. or maybe it should be LAW THII- SUT! which is HANDSOMEST! hahaha.
anyway my flailing grasp of thai backfired on me cuz when i started sputtering my little thai, THEY REPLIED IN THAI!
look thai meh.
the first night i was there i asked the security guard of this rather empty mall, "hawng naam yu thii nai?"
and he went, "soong di na khaa li kraap something something something" with alot of random hand gestures. i was too stunned to say anything else so i pretended to understand and hunted for the toilet myself. -_-
but hey, that means my thai pronouciation is THE SHIT so that is le good.
by the way that kickass pic of a pancake you see is the much famed APPLE CINNAMON PANCAKE. it is DA SHIT i tell you. DA SHIT!!!!!!
come i show you again.
gone whack i see again i also want. power to the shit okay. for the record, its the APPLE CINNAMON PANCAKE at ratana's kitchen. look it up. i think its quite popular. lonely planet and whatever. but really. this and the lime soda is WAH WAH WAH WAH WAH SEH DA BOMBS OF DA BOMBSSSSSSSSS. as you can tell, i miss chiang mai.
in case some were wondering what i got for the nehneh, look at the pics carefully again.
SPOT THE INDIAN!
yeap, a potrait of us. the dude you see there is damn good. let me know if you want to do one. he take airmails etc, i got his email, so yup.
also got him a funny tee. you know la those cheap tees they sell. its homer lying down on the sofa among junk food, slogan: Livin' La Vida Sofa. ooh yea.
and yes, i got myself that doll. she's holding a chopper in her hand, how could i resist!
went to the elephant park; rode an ox- cart, an elephant (WOOT WOOT!), and a bamboo raft. three forms of transportation never to be tried in singapore. can you imagine an elephant on ecp? or a bamboo raft down singapore river? disgusting shit.
do not be fooled by its looks. it might look like a demure little rolled up prata to you but in chiang mai this is called rotee and to me this is also DA SHIT. its basically roti prata, sugar, milk, and whatever else you want. and you thought cheese prata rocked. pah! *flicks hair dismissively*
i had plain rotee which is prata + sugar + milk which contrary to popular notion, is NOT sugar overkill. after that i had the banana+chocolate which is DA GRANDDADDEHHH OF ALL SHITS. sorry i can't describe chiang mai food very well cuz they're all soooo. DA SHIT.
this however, is NOT the shits.
that's mealworms, beetles, grasshoppers and i can't tell what else. i don't eat bugs. no sirree. oh they have frogs too. and dog meat. i think. :\
so let's do a checklist shall we? what did i say i wanna do in chiang mai?
back from rag. yesterday was pizza hut @ PS for lunch then tuition at night. then today was school for rag dance then thai express for late lunch. then home.
needless to say the exhaustion has only piled on over these two days and i'm in need of good rest. besides, i'm catching Pirates of The Caribbean tomorrow and i cannot be too tired for that! must savour each and every moment i get with a giant- sized Johhny Depp. aaaaah.
then weekend is baybeats, then monday- thursday is camp. then that sunday is nyd's birthday then i'm probably moving into PGP the coming week. oh the flurry. but i love it. i'm alive again. the whole month of bumming was fun, but it was like reserving energy for this period, where all hell break loose and i run around doing so many things. happy fun things. :)
(poop break)
ahhh okay. relief. too much chilli, that's what it does to you. pah.
so today is gonna be alot of resting, and probably finishing off the second connelly. got two from chiang mai. cheap books whee! mum got 2 anita shreves. she's good la. i'm surprisingly impressed.
wah damn want to poop again!
umm okay changed my mind.
you know what i can't blog like this. when my stomach feels better i'd blog again. this always happen after vacations. i lose my blogging groove. or i shit alot. same thing la.
later!
-much later-
ah i'm back. stomach is dandy though i am craving for bandung but its raining so i guess i'd have to make it instead of buy it. NYEH.
johnny depp tomorrow can't waiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit! one of the first thai phrases i learnt was JOHNNY DEPP LAW MAAK MAAK! hahahaha. johnny depp very handsome. or maybe it should be LAW THII- SUT! which is HANDSOMEST! hahaha.
anyway my flailing grasp of thai backfired on me cuz when i started sputtering my little thai, THEY REPLIED IN THAI!
-________________________-
look thai meh.
the first night i was there i asked the security guard of this rather empty mall, "hawng naam yu thii nai?"
and he went, "soong di na khaa li kraap something something something" with alot of random hand gestures. i was too stunned to say anything else so i pretended to understand and hunted for the toilet myself. -_-
but hey, that means my thai pronouciation is THE SHIT so that is le good.
by the way that kickass pic of a pancake you see is the much famed APPLE CINNAMON PANCAKE. it is DA SHIT i tell you. DA SHIT!!!!!!
come i show you again.
gone whack i see again i also want. power to the shit okay. for the record, its the APPLE CINNAMON PANCAKE at ratana's kitchen. look it up. i think its quite popular. lonely planet and whatever. but really. this and the lime soda is WAH WAH WAH WAH WAH SEH DA BOMBS OF DA BOMBSSSSSSSSS. as you can tell, i miss chiang mai.
in case some were wondering what i got for the nehneh, look at the pics carefully again.
SPOT THE INDIAN!
yeap, a potrait of us. the dude you see there is damn good. let me know if you want to do one. he take airmails etc, i got his email, so yup.
also got him a funny tee. you know la those cheap tees they sell. its homer lying down on the sofa among junk food, slogan: Livin' La Vida Sofa. ooh yea.
and yes, i got myself that doll. she's holding a chopper in her hand, how could i resist!
went to the elephant park; rode an ox- cart, an elephant (WOOT WOOT!), and a bamboo raft. three forms of transportation never to be tried in singapore. can you imagine an elephant on ecp? or a bamboo raft down singapore river? disgusting shit.
do not be fooled by its looks. it might look like a demure little rolled up prata to you but in chiang mai this is called rotee and to me this is also DA SHIT. its basically roti prata, sugar, milk, and whatever else you want. and you thought cheese prata rocked. pah! *flicks hair dismissively*
i had plain rotee which is prata + sugar + milk which contrary to popular notion, is NOT sugar overkill. after that i had the banana+chocolate which is DA GRANDDADDEHHH OF ALL SHITS. sorry i can't describe chiang mai food very well cuz they're all soooo. DA SHIT.
this however, is NOT the shits.
that's mealworms, beetles, grasshoppers and i can't tell what else. i don't eat bugs. no sirree. oh they have frogs too. and dog meat. i think. :\
so let's do a checklist shall we? what did i say i wanna do in chiang mai?
- full bodeyyyyh massage
- FOOT massage! (ya this is separate okay)
- mani+pedi, whee! okay maybe not mani. coloured fingernails scare me. too much Sadako i tell you. but pedi, whee! i want colourful toenails i can show off with my flipflops!
- buy cheap ass books from Geckos
- EAT APPLE CINNAMON PANCAKES ARGHGHGHGHHGH
- visit ceylonese tea place... ahh.
- BRAIDS! maybe i should do full head braids? hmm... *taps chin*
- go to the art shop built in a tree!
- a potrait painting?
- snap- happy!
- eat ROTEE! its actually prata, but when you're in chiang mai everything taste better hurhur
- avoid fried insects :\
- SHOPPPPPPPPPPPP SHOPPPPPPPPP SHOPPPPPPPPPPP.
- and maybe, visit elephuns. WHEE!
walla! got it all except full body massage. mum went for one and apparently the dude sat on her and stuff. which is all and fine if you're 50 kg and above but umm... i'll pass. but the foot massage ROCKED okay. my toes were crick- cracking the whole night and the place was nicely air- conditioned, new age music... DA SHIT.
watched the World Cup Final in an English Pub. ratio of French Fans : Italian Fans was something like 5:1. damn sad but WHO CARES THEY WON HAHAHAHAHA. and i don't think i care WHY zidane did what he did. even if materazzi said something totally horrid; its not the first time zidane has acted violently but everyone has seemingly forgotten that so okay lor. and he still got Golden Ball Award. balls. i think cannavaro deserves it better lor. and for a tournament of solid defence and little attack, i think its only apt one of the BEST defensive captain without a SINGLE yellow card got the award. but i am not part of the esteemed panel of international journalists so i'll shut up now with a HAHA ITALY WIN!
after POTC tomorrow will probably be baybeats with farhana. baybeatsbaybeats whee!
today in the train a malay dude wore fake Levis', which i'm COOL with; which was cut weirdly, which i'm COOL with; that revealed his GRAY BRIEFS which i still cannot stop bitching about. can you at least give me my right to look in front of me when i'm in the train? look left look right look up look down neck damn tired okay. and the worst part was when i kept snarking about it to suresh he began to look me over and thought i was checking him out. DUUUDE! YOUR! GRAY! UNDERWEAR! IS! SHOWING! why the bloody hell will i be checking you out you twerp. BAH.
next time someone flash me their gray underwear i'll... i dunno what i'll do yet but trust me, it won't be pleasant. REALLY LA. GRAY. UNDERWEAR. very important meh, must show whole train issit?
i think i have too many issues. but never mind la, issues are fun. or else my train rides will be so boring. next time i'll pick on the guy who scratches his butt and makes a crispy KRAPPP KRRAPP sound. hurhur!
okay more than enough blogging to make up for the days away. next week i MIA again, monday- thursday. hap hap happening very my life.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
some photos
okay i'm too tired to talk. maybe later. i'm still exhausted from the trip.
okay i'm too tired to talk. maybe later. i'm still exhausted from the trip.
i am HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOME!
too many pics to edit, upload, etc. so later hor. i am hungry.
too many pics to edit, upload, etc. so later hor. i am hungry.
Saturday, July 08, 2006
just home from peejay past/present day a.k.a. arts day. met the bunch for a bit, yakkety yak and now home to do some last- minute packing.
i think there is just enough time right now for me to say,
ADIEU!
:) flight at 4, arriving at 6ish, shopping till late, Portugal- Germany at 3. then more spoiling of self, more shopping, maybe some karens/ elephuns, then flight back home on tuesday evening. now waiting for nehneh to come drive us to airport (BAJET TERMINAL HURHUR). will miss him, miss blogging and miss MSNing but won't miss the crazy humid as hell weather of late, the boredom of afternoons and rude MRT people.
have a blast, y'all.
and suresh when you read this, i love you. :)) lotsandlotsandlots. thanks for the past few days. rough, but i love you just the same. byebye take care run alot don't get fat!
Friday, July 07, 2006
shaggedelicious
sleepless in admiralty;
cobbler's to fetch mum's shoes.
train to sentosa. chips, tan, nap.
was a happy sunny day, pretty beach and nice clear waters. high tide whee!
then lunch at harbourfront hawker; cheap mee soto yay. chinatown for 1st rag practice; tango! starbucks PS for coffee; train ride back home. happy days.
sleepless in admiralty;
cobbler's to fetch mum's shoes.
train to sentosa. chips, tan, nap.
was a happy sunny day, pretty beach and nice clear waters. high tide whee!
then lunch at harbourfront hawker; cheap mee soto yay. chinatown for 1st rag practice; tango! starbucks PS for coffee; train ride back home. happy days.
sometimes it keeps on raining
oh but dont be frightened by thunder and lightning
the sun comes out and the flowers grow
and you find you're already on the road
to be happy
To Be Happy; Sara Evans
beach day tomorrow. or later, in fact. got to wake up at 8.30 which is 4 hours from now.
333 days later and still in stitches at 1 a.m. on the phone, still sleepless the night before a date date. tsktsk.
Thursday, July 06, 2006
heh
got at least 5 smses from bitter English/ Holland/ German fans last night after Portugal's loss. while i was rooting for Portugal this World Cup, i think i've mentioned before that i'm a sentimental French fan. but last night i was all for Portugal. no i don't like theatrics either, but its not like the French aren't guilty of some. think Thierry Henry- Puyol. and Thuram last night, after accidentally hitting the ball with his arm. he fell down clutching his face, for no apparent reason as far as the eyes can tell.
but i don't like teams who just score one goal, then close shop. in the second- half France started time- wasting, and there was no midfield to speak of anymore. Portugal created chances and couldn't finish it, but at least they created chances. maybe because of their missed chances, they deserve defeat, but for their lack of effort too, i don't think France deserved to win. the goal lead did not reflect how the match truly went. but that's football for you. sometimes luck run out.
what i hate most about last night's loss would be the Final. italy- france. how more predictable can you get? its almost pointless to watch it, we know who will win, and how it'll be played. no surprises. July 10th, the headlines will read, "Italians Siege Mentality Sees Them Through World Cup Campaign Despite Scandals Back Home" and lalalala, happy world, everyone is glad.
we might possibly see a more exciting 3rd/4th placing, Germany with pride to lose being at home, and Portugal having pride to lose as well, having come so close and not getting there. both wants to prove a point this World Cup.
so all i can hope for is for Italy to trash the shit out of France, strip them of any delusions that they are possibly good enough for a Second Star. i want a scoreline that clearly tells the gap in quality between the two.
i'm not a romantic, or i'll hope France wins it again for old man Zidane. but no, i think coming this far is good enough for the French, so i hope the Italians give them a reality check. and then fare thee well Zidane, it was fun while it lasted. but you alone cannot hold the team. aristocrats of soccer- you all have to go. you do not have any right to be anywhere just because you're European, so sooner you realize that the better.
the World Cup is coming to a close and i must say... it still hasn't produced the magic and shine of previous tournaments. we're already at the Finals and 3rd/4th and yet i can't clearly name one player or one match that was truly a joy to watch, well- competed and filled with sparks of brilliance. maybe the opening match- Germany/ Costa Rica. one of the highest scoring game, and unlike the Argentina- S&M it wasn't all from one team. but yeap, that's it. its coming to a close. and as much as i love the game, i think i came out of this slightly disappointed.
oh well. back to the EPL and Primera Liga then.
got at least 5 smses from bitter English/ Holland/ German fans last night after Portugal's loss. while i was rooting for Portugal this World Cup, i think i've mentioned before that i'm a sentimental French fan. but last night i was all for Portugal. no i don't like theatrics either, but its not like the French aren't guilty of some. think Thierry Henry- Puyol. and Thuram last night, after accidentally hitting the ball with his arm. he fell down clutching his face, for no apparent reason as far as the eyes can tell.
but i don't like teams who just score one goal, then close shop. in the second- half France started time- wasting, and there was no midfield to speak of anymore. Portugal created chances and couldn't finish it, but at least they created chances. maybe because of their missed chances, they deserve defeat, but for their lack of effort too, i don't think France deserved to win. the goal lead did not reflect how the match truly went. but that's football for you. sometimes luck run out.
what i hate most about last night's loss would be the Final. italy- france. how more predictable can you get? its almost pointless to watch it, we know who will win, and how it'll be played. no surprises. July 10th, the headlines will read, "Italians Siege Mentality Sees Them Through World Cup Campaign Despite Scandals Back Home" and lalalala, happy world, everyone is glad.
we might possibly see a more exciting 3rd/4th placing, Germany with pride to lose being at home, and Portugal having pride to lose as well, having come so close and not getting there. both wants to prove a point this World Cup.
so all i can hope for is for Italy to trash the shit out of France, strip them of any delusions that they are possibly good enough for a Second Star. i want a scoreline that clearly tells the gap in quality between the two.
i'm not a romantic, or i'll hope France wins it again for old man Zidane. but no, i think coming this far is good enough for the French, so i hope the Italians give them a reality check. and then fare thee well Zidane, it was fun while it lasted. but you alone cannot hold the team. aristocrats of soccer- you all have to go. you do not have any right to be anywhere just because you're European, so sooner you realize that the better.
the World Cup is coming to a close and i must say... it still hasn't produced the magic and shine of previous tournaments. we're already at the Finals and 3rd/4th and yet i can't clearly name one player or one match that was truly a joy to watch, well- competed and filled with sparks of brilliance. maybe the opening match- Germany/ Costa Rica. one of the highest scoring game, and unlike the Argentina- S&M it wasn't all from one team. but yeap, that's it. its coming to a close. and as much as i love the game, i think i came out of this slightly disappointed.
oh well. back to the EPL and Primera Liga then.
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
craving for nirvana kicks
disarmingly warm weather today made me feel flushed and dizzy. besides, it had been a long day with a long walk. ah well.
morning, or noon, i think, was toast @ oub for brunch. sandwich + icelemontea galore.
heart- shapedbox sandwich
hence the title. i miss my muddy banks of wishkah cd. where has thee gone? :(
She eyes me like a pisces when I am weak
I've been locked inside your Heart Shaped box for weeks
I've been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black
Hey!
Wait!
I've got a little complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Heart- shaped Box; Nirvana
one of my favourites. tied with Lithium. Man Who Sold The World rocks my toes too. ah well. download for now.
music sentiments aside, we walked around change alley... and went past clifford pier. i have some memories there as a kid and it was sad to see it closed.
took a bus down to queensway for ice teh tarik then ikea for a walkabout. then bugis for a walkabout then home. see? long day. we walked from ikea to queenstown station too. nice walk, but i think that caused the flushes later on.
all in all, a good day i guess. i'm just a bit too tired to join the happy people. i want to lie down. some days its nice to sleep life away.
besides, another semis tonight. i need all the rest i can get. BRILHANTE PORTUGAAAAL PARA SEMPREEEEEEEEEE!
disarmingly warm weather today made me feel flushed and dizzy. besides, it had been a long day with a long walk. ah well.
morning, or noon, i think, was toast @ oub for brunch. sandwich + icelemontea galore.
heart- shaped
hence the title. i miss my muddy banks of wishkah cd. where has thee gone? :(
She eyes me like a pisces when I am weak
I've been locked inside your Heart Shaped box for weeks
I've been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black
Hey!
Wait!
I've got a little complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Heart- shaped Box; Nirvana
one of my favourites. tied with Lithium. Man Who Sold The World rocks my toes too. ah well. download for now.
music sentiments aside, we walked around change alley... and went past clifford pier. i have some memories there as a kid and it was sad to see it closed.
took a bus down to queensway for ice teh tarik then ikea for a walkabout. then bugis for a walkabout then home. see? long day. we walked from ikea to queenstown station too. nice walk, but i think that caused the flushes later on.
all in all, a good day i guess. i'm just a bit too tired to join the happy people. i want to lie down. some days its nice to sleep life away.
besides, another semis tonight. i need all the rest i can get. BRILHANTE PORTUGAAAAL PARA SEMPREEEEEEEEEE!
hurhur. italy won. one more miracle for tonight and we're a done deal. *sits and wait*
Usually in the morning I'm filled with sweet belonging
And ev'rything is beautiful to see
Even when it's raining, the sound of heaven singing
Is simply joyful music to me
Sometimes I feel like a sad song
Like I'm all alone without you
Like A Sad Song; John Denver
just one of those nights when nothing goes right. or wrong actually. nothing is right or wrong. like there is nothing. or maybe something. but not a very happy something. when you fall from such height its always that much harder to pick yourself up. but i'll slap away those hands that offer to help cuz i'm just an ass like that.
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
much ado about nothing
sometimes friends don't like to tell me their relationship problems cuz i tend to dismiss is it too easily. but that's because i can't stand people who over- dramatise everything. sometimes life just sucks, sometimes you just hit rock- bottom, and you just gotta get real and deal with it. i don't do the mope around feeling sad and wait for someone to cheer me up with shit. if i got a problem i get off my ass and solve it. that's the only way life goes on. and if you get so lost in your little mopey world of tragedy, you lose sight of what is wrong to begin with, and then you forget about solutions.
love is so easy, its human's natural ability to err that makes it so complicated. but if we stick to reality, its hard to go wrong. if you sit and let the problem stew, make sure the stew is clear, not muddier than before. what's the point of thinking if it just makes you think of irrelevant, stupid things that has bothing to do with the problem to begin with? if you got beef, chop it. don't stew it and then decide to chop it la, grill la, what la. be a man/woman/person and just do the right thing. don't go all limp and backboneless and drown in self- pity cuz that is so pointless.
nothing much today. still feeling sickly, had clam chowder for lunch, chat+read session at coffee bean @ wheelock, dinner at woodlands mart. the nehneh got me a book for chiang mai from borders. sale, yay! nothing much else. i hate the nose. its drippy. but soccer's back tonight so whoopee doo.
i'm not very happy. can you tell?
sometimes friends don't like to tell me their relationship problems cuz i tend to dismiss is it too easily. but that's because i can't stand people who over- dramatise everything. sometimes life just sucks, sometimes you just hit rock- bottom, and you just gotta get real and deal with it. i don't do the mope around feeling sad and wait for someone to cheer me up with shit. if i got a problem i get off my ass and solve it. that's the only way life goes on. and if you get so lost in your little mopey world of tragedy, you lose sight of what is wrong to begin with, and then you forget about solutions.
love is so easy, its human's natural ability to err that makes it so complicated. but if we stick to reality, its hard to go wrong. if you sit and let the problem stew, make sure the stew is clear, not muddier than before. what's the point of thinking if it just makes you think of irrelevant, stupid things that has bothing to do with the problem to begin with? if you got beef, chop it. don't stew it and then decide to chop it la, grill la, what la. be a man/woman/person and just do the right thing. don't go all limp and backboneless and drown in self- pity cuz that is so pointless.
nothing much today. still feeling sickly, had clam chowder for lunch, chat+read session at coffee bean @ wheelock, dinner at woodlands mart. the nehneh got me a book for chiang mai from borders. sale, yay! nothing much else. i hate the nose. its drippy. but soccer's back tonight so whoopee doo.
i'm not very happy. can you tell?
Monday, July 03, 2006
badonkadonkdonk
i shall summarise England's World Cup Campaign for everyone.
true to their long- told brilliance, they lost. on penalties. to portugal. to the same keeper. *shrugs* good keeper, or poor penalty takers? with Aaron Lennon on the bench and Carragher taking the shot, you decide.
this is their star striker Wayne Rooney, putting his one good foot to use. good not because he's naturally left- footed, NOSIRREE!, but good because the metatarsal ain't broken. this is why, everyone thinks Rooney can single- handedly win the World Cup for England. he's good on his feet, and he's good with balls.
this is their star striker, again.
and this,
was his replacement.
i think that summarised the English Campaign rather well, does it not? now there's a huge hoolabaloo about how C.Ronaldo got Rooney sent off. i can tell you now if the ref was THAT easily influenced you should be harping about the ref, not Ronaldo. these English people are so full of excuses. so annoying. if you suck, and you lost, just admit it can? don't come up with a broken metatarsal, a ligament injury, an injured captain, an ungrateful Portugese playing in the EPL... BLABLABLA.
see if you can't admit you suck, you cannot improve. you will go on riding your high horse thinking NEXT time, things will go your way. just because it HAS to. well SORRY eriksson, no work that way. and SORRY england, no can do. until you change your 1st 11, no cups gonna come your way and the sooner you realize that, the better.
at no point of their campain did England genuinely looked like real contenders, much less potential Cup Winners. so wake up your idea please.
in other NON- world cup news, had marche for dinner tonight. fish and wedges YUMMEH. i think i've found the best fish&chips in singapore. sighhhhhhhh. but i'm still a little drained and exhausted, for no apparent reason (see previous post), so i shall get some rest now. tomorrow world cup semis okay! so fast sia.
same old scenario, same old game. just a little older, that's all.
i shall summarise England's World Cup Campaign for everyone.
true to their long- told brilliance, they lost. on penalties. to portugal. to the same keeper. *shrugs* good keeper, or poor penalty takers? with Aaron Lennon on the bench and Carragher taking the shot, you decide.
this is their star striker Wayne Rooney, putting his one good foot to use. good not because he's naturally left- footed, NOSIRREE!, but good because the metatarsal ain't broken. this is why, everyone thinks Rooney can single- handedly win the World Cup for England. he's good on his feet, and he's good with balls.
this is their star striker, again.
and this,
was his replacement.
i think that summarised the English Campaign rather well, does it not? now there's a huge hoolabaloo about how C.Ronaldo got Rooney sent off. i can tell you now if the ref was THAT easily influenced you should be harping about the ref, not Ronaldo. these English people are so full of excuses. so annoying. if you suck, and you lost, just admit it can? don't come up with a broken metatarsal, a ligament injury, an injured captain, an ungrateful Portugese playing in the EPL... BLABLABLA.
see if you can't admit you suck, you cannot improve. you will go on riding your high horse thinking NEXT time, things will go your way. just because it HAS to. well SORRY eriksson, no work that way. and SORRY england, no can do. until you change your 1st 11, no cups gonna come your way and the sooner you realize that, the better.
at no point of their campain did England genuinely looked like real contenders, much less potential Cup Winners. so wake up your idea please.
in other NON- world cup news, had marche for dinner tonight. fish and wedges YUMMEH. i think i've found the best fish&chips in singapore. sighhhhhhhh. but i'm still a little drained and exhausted, for no apparent reason (see previous post), so i shall get some rest now. tomorrow world cup semis okay! so fast sia.
same old scenario, same old game. just a little older, that's all.
in one fell swoop
i just feel like lying down, and hopefully, fall asleep and never wake up again. not until i want to. i feel exhausted to the bone. the kind of exhaustion you get when you run ten miles after you haven't been running for awhile. like someone just pulled out my sink stopper and i can actually hear the guttural noises of the draining, swirling water, increasing in rapidity, faster and faster going out of the black hole. and i can hear it. the guttural noises. like a monster sucking your bathtub dry.
i think that when you get so high so fast, you tumble down even faster, hit the ground harder. and because i am one of little worry and lesser pain, when it hurts it hurts. sometimes you wish you can and want to explain things to people but sometimes it just feels nicer to nurse your own wounds in your own time.
sometimes i think being happy all the time is the curse i gave myself and when i fall short i beat myself up for it cuz if i can't keep myself happy, who can. now i've decided to be burdened by this promise and each time i falter i fail. and sometimes when i falter i tell myself i didn't so that i don't have to tell myself i failed.
its been a long time.
i just feel like lying down, and hopefully, fall asleep and never wake up again. not until i want to. i feel exhausted to the bone. the kind of exhaustion you get when you run ten miles after you haven't been running for awhile. like someone just pulled out my sink stopper and i can actually hear the guttural noises of the draining, swirling water, increasing in rapidity, faster and faster going out of the black hole. and i can hear it. the guttural noises. like a monster sucking your bathtub dry.
i think that when you get so high so fast, you tumble down even faster, hit the ground harder. and because i am one of little worry and lesser pain, when it hurts it hurts. sometimes you wish you can and want to explain things to people but sometimes it just feels nicer to nurse your own wounds in your own time.
sometimes i think being happy all the time is the curse i gave myself and when i fall short i beat myself up for it cuz if i can't keep myself happy, who can. now i've decided to be burdened by this promise and each time i falter i fail. and sometimes when i falter i tell myself i didn't so that i don't have to tell myself i failed.
its been a long time.
Sunday, July 02, 2006
whoopee doo!
yesterday at bugis street i found my new school shoes (which i wore today but nvm that). not exactly the ballet flats i want but it works. purple + black lace ballet flats with a pretty velvet bow. :) thank you nehneh!
i also helped bargained a jersey- tee for the nehneh. now he has a Holland V- neck top! yay! and its not a sickening orange so we're both happy. he also got his Disney Hits CD. bugis street is our favourite market! haha.
then today i met zat at borders. babe thanks sooooooooooooooooooo much for today i had such a great time! you are my lucky charm man.
anyway got my diary at borders, and 2 cute as hell postcards. then we went next door to zara where, horror of horrors/ joy of joys, MY BIRTHDAY DRESS WAS ON SALE! yesyes its july and yes i'm born in september but whatever. this dress was calling my name from the moment i laid eyes on it months ago and now with the Zara sale, it has become mine. thanks mum! :D and thanks to my aunts who gave me some moolah 2 weeks back, i also got myself a white/ navy striped off- shoulder sweater that is ohsonautical. i am a happy child. my Great Singapore Sale days are hereby over; Chiang Mai awaits!
well then now to actually plan a birthday thingy. sigh. can't i just wear the dress and parade around my neighbourhood or something? haha.
oh well. no soccer till tuesday night/ wednesday morning and i think i might suffer some withdrawal symptoms. thank god i got books to read. and a diary to fill up, whee!
mum and zat got stuff from zara too, and none from topshop and mango. so you know WHICH sale is worth it. but goodness, DON'T go to the taka branch. it is MADNESS. it looks like a tornado swept through it and no financial aid from the US has come through. clothes are strewn all over the FLOOR and people are STEPPING on it... madness. the wheelock one had a relative calm about it, and visible staff at hand. phew.
okay i shall eat something and take my meds then. what a brilliant sunday. 5 days to chiang mai, woot woot!
latest predictions; Italy- Portugal Final. hehehehe. okay la Germany- Portugal also can. this year Portugal must win World Cup! they're the only one in the top 4 who hasn't! besides if you think about it, germany has gotten this far riding ALOT on home advantage. italy has been strong from time to time while france is only slowly gaining ground. so who has the best chance? PORTUGAL WHOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
yesterday at bugis street i found my new school shoes (which i wore today but nvm that). not exactly the ballet flats i want but it works. purple + black lace ballet flats with a pretty velvet bow. :) thank you nehneh!
i also helped bargained a jersey- tee for the nehneh. now he has a Holland V- neck top! yay! and its not a sickening orange so we're both happy. he also got his Disney Hits CD. bugis street is our favourite market! haha.
then today i met zat at borders. babe thanks sooooooooooooooooooo much for today i had such a great time! you are my lucky charm man.
anyway got my diary at borders, and 2 cute as hell postcards. then we went next door to zara where, horror of horrors/ joy of joys, MY BIRTHDAY DRESS WAS ON SALE! yesyes its july and yes i'm born in september but whatever. this dress was calling my name from the moment i laid eyes on it months ago and now with the Zara sale, it has become mine. thanks mum! :D and thanks to my aunts who gave me some moolah 2 weeks back, i also got myself a white/ navy striped off- shoulder sweater that is ohsonautical. i am a happy child. my Great Singapore Sale days are hereby over; Chiang Mai awaits!
well then now to actually plan a birthday thingy. sigh. can't i just wear the dress and parade around my neighbourhood or something? haha.
oh well. no soccer till tuesday night/ wednesday morning and i think i might suffer some withdrawal symptoms. thank god i got books to read. and a diary to fill up, whee!
mum and zat got stuff from zara too, and none from topshop and mango. so you know WHICH sale is worth it. but goodness, DON'T go to the taka branch. it is MADNESS. it looks like a tornado swept through it and no financial aid from the US has come through. clothes are strewn all over the FLOOR and people are STEPPING on it... madness. the wheelock one had a relative calm about it, and visible staff at hand. phew.
okay i shall eat something and take my meds then. what a brilliant sunday. 5 days to chiang mai, woot woot!
latest predictions; Italy- Portugal Final. hehehehe. okay la Germany- Portugal also can. this year Portugal must win World Cup! they're the only one in the top 4 who hasn't! besides if you think about it, germany has gotten this far riding ALOT on home advantage. italy has been strong from time to time while france is only slowly gaining ground. so who has the best chance? PORTUGAL WHOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
i can only smile in disbelief. France are through, Brazil lost, Portugal might just have a shot at WINNING this World Cup.
my world is spinning. spinning spinning spinning spinning.
in a good way.
blimey!
my world is spinning. spinning spinning spinning spinning.
in a good way.
blimey!
Eriksson settled for penalties and sent on Jamie Carragher to take one.
But England's best chance of winning the World Cup in 40 years disappeared, somewhat predictably, as Lampard, Gerrard and Carragher missed penalties.
HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHAHAHA HAHA HAHA HAHAHA HAHA HAHA HAHAHA HAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHA HAHAHA HAHAH AHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA HAHA HAHA HAHA HAHAHA HAHA HAHAHA HAHAHAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHA HAHA HAHAHAHA HAHA HAHAHA HAHA HAHA HAHA HAHAHA HAHAHAHA.
is that enough to get the message across? oh England how i loathe thee so, and oh England, how well you fulfilled my dreams tonight. blame the referee, blame the pitch, blame Lady Luck (who btw, has brought you THIS far), blame your darlin' Eriksson, but FEAR, FEAR my dear Englishmen, RICARDO.
hmm, i had that same face just now!
he saved 3 penalties. he single- handedly, bid England adieu.
as for the Englishmen...
2 of your potential penalty takers are sitting back home in England eating fish and chips; poor Defoe and Bent. Walcott must have had a great vacation in Germany; he should give Eriksson and Wenger a thank you card for bringing him out of England for a delightful little holiday. bet he secretly supports Brazil. Lennon was of course, not capable of taking penalties cuz hello?!, he's an offensive midfielder! obviously CARRAGHER, the ROCK of liverpool's DEFENCE, will do a better job!
but to this man...
SALUT.
the penalty shot would have been his 31st shot in the World Cup AND his 31st miss. I HEART LAMPARD MUCHO MUCHO! ARRIBA ARRIBA!
watched the match at Plaza Singapura, surrounded by a bajillion, yes, ENGLISH FANS. some with face paint. fortunately for me and suresh we sat among the few Portugal fans. and because i can't be bothered to bitch about England fans anymore (cuz they out of World Cup already mah), i shall repeat my previous opinion on Singaporean English fans.
"i'mquite VERY aversed to Singaporeans who support England for these reasons;
But England's best chance of winning the World Cup in 40 years disappeared, somewhat predictably, as Lampard, Gerrard and Carragher missed penalties.
HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHAHAHA HAHA HAHA HAHAHA HAHA HAHA HAHAHA HAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHA HAHAHA HAHAH AHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA HAHA HAHA HAHA HAHAHA HAHA HAHAHA HAHAHAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHA HAHA HAHAHAHA HAHA HAHAHA HAHA HAHA HAHA HAHAHA HAHAHAHA.
is that enough to get the message across? oh England how i loathe thee so, and oh England, how well you fulfilled my dreams tonight. blame the referee, blame the pitch, blame Lady Luck (who btw, has brought you THIS far), blame your darlin' Eriksson, but FEAR, FEAR my dear Englishmen, RICARDO.
hmm, i had that same face just now!
he saved 3 penalties. he single- handedly, bid England adieu.
as for the Englishmen...
2 of your potential penalty takers are sitting back home in England eating fish and chips; poor Defoe and Bent. Walcott must have had a great vacation in Germany; he should give Eriksson and Wenger a thank you card for bringing him out of England for a delightful little holiday. bet he secretly supports Brazil. Lennon was of course, not capable of taking penalties cuz hello?!, he's an offensive midfielder! obviously CARRAGHER, the ROCK of liverpool's DEFENCE, will do a better job!
but to this man...
SALUT.
the penalty shot would have been his 31st shot in the World Cup AND his 31st miss. I HEART LAMPARD MUCHO MUCHO! ARRIBA ARRIBA!
watched the match at Plaza Singapura, surrounded by a bajillion, yes, ENGLISH FANS. some with face paint. fortunately for me and suresh we sat among the few Portugal fans. and because i can't be bothered to bitch about England fans anymore (cuz they out of World Cup already mah), i shall repeat my previous opinion on Singaporean English fans.
"i'm
- we watch the English Premier League so we know most of the England players;
- we were colonized by the feckin' Brits.
i tell you these are the two STUPIDEST reasons to support a team. FIRSTLY just because Starhub is neo- colonized doesn't mean you have to be too, okay? SOCCER EXISTS BEYOND ESPN AND EPL so get a grip y'all.
and secondly these Brits came here thinking they're civilised and we're not and hence decide they shall HELP us become CIVILISED cuz we're too stupid and slow to do it all by ourselves and we GLORIFY this!??!!? we LOVE and ADORE them for thinking we're dumbasses? pui.
aside from that if you support England purely for their umm, talent? looks? whatever?, go ahead. you might be blind but i don't discriminate against the disabled so yea. support England for whatever reasons but the above two, okay? that is such a cock NOT A VALID reason to support a team.
people who tell me THIS ENGLAND TEAM CAN MAKE IT TO THE FINALS!/ THEY WILL BRING THE CUP HOME! makes me violently aggravated and i just want to smash their heads into the TV and feed their carcasses to those cocksuckers at ESPN."
fortunately that is no longer necessary. :) i am a very happy girl. if argentina was the price to pay to get Portugal through to semis, i don't mind. i don't mind at all.
goodbye, Three Lions. you left with hardly a mew. and to those drunk English fans at PS screaming each time Crouch got the ball/ Portugal lost the ball, HAR HAR!
Saturday, July 01, 2006
popozao
as Kevin Federline once said, in Portugese it means bring your ass. tonight, i want English zao's whipped. toodles, bumbling Englishmen. fare thee well, silly WAGs. tonight, is the last we see of Eriksson and his rubbish- as- hell managing.
helloooooooooooooo Portugal.
as Kevin Federline once said, in Portugese it means bring your ass. tonight, i want English zao's whipped. toodles, bumbling Englishmen. fare thee well, silly WAGs. tonight, is the last we see of Eriksson and his rubbish- as- hell managing.
helloooooooooooooo Portugal.
bloody kambing
i blame this man for everything.
you overconfident dingdongbellpussyinthewell. its okay that you took out riquelme; BUT CAN'T YOU PUT IN AIMAR OR MESSI INSTEAD!?!? 1 goal lead can sustain forever one issit?!?! never think about extra- time? penalties? you think 1 goal very hard to score meh! wah lao! fucking stupid tactic la! keep messi on the bench for what!?!? see now HE WILL NEVER PLAY AGAIN FOR THE WORLD CUP FOR FOUR YEARS AND THAT IS YOUR BLOODY FAULT. gahhhhhhh i very angry okay. i so depressed i nearly cried at macs. ya watched the match at macs lido with hakim and firr the apunehneh. my knees went weak lor. KNN YOU PEKERMAN.
so pissed la. why?!!?! by half- time of extra time me and firr were trying to conjure 5 argentinians to take penalties and we hardly managed la. AYALA?!! CRUZ!??! only tevez and cambiasso were out and out strikers there. riquelme? messi? aimar? ARGHHHHHHHHH.
bloody hell there goes my argentina- brazil final. if there's another bloody germany- brazil final i will bomb blatter's house. and beckenbauer's too for that matter.
i blame this man for everything.
you overconfident dingdongbellpussyinthewell. its okay that you took out riquelme; BUT CAN'T YOU PUT IN AIMAR OR MESSI INSTEAD!?!? 1 goal lead can sustain forever one issit?!?! never think about extra- time? penalties? you think 1 goal very hard to score meh! wah lao! fucking stupid tactic la! keep messi on the bench for what!?!? see now HE WILL NEVER PLAY AGAIN FOR THE WORLD CUP FOR FOUR YEARS AND THAT IS YOUR BLOODY FAULT. gahhhhhhh i very angry okay. i so depressed i nearly cried at macs. ya watched the match at macs lido with hakim and firr the apunehneh. my knees went weak lor. KNN YOU PEKERMAN.
so pissed la. why?!!?! by half- time of extra time me and firr were trying to conjure 5 argentinians to take penalties and we hardly managed la. AYALA?!! CRUZ!??! only tevez and cambiasso were out and out strikers there. riquelme? messi? aimar? ARGHHHHHHHHH.
bloody hell there goes my argentina- brazil final. if there's another bloody germany- brazil final i will bomb blatter's house. and beckenbauer's too for that matter.
BAH.