Thank You

2006 is coming to a close, and it had been yet another eventful dramatic year. But now, like many of the old architecture around the world, it has to step down and make way for a newer, snazzier and fresher successor, 2007. But I can never forget what these past 12 months have bought me. Tears, angst, fury, laughter, love, friendship and the many in between. Every week a story, everyday an episode. It has been a hell of a year, people.

We became stronger friends, weaker friends, drifted apart, almost got together, almost broke up, had tiffs, made up, seen some people ugly side emerge, ostracize some, form strong bonds, made memories, formed routines and traditions, made nights special and made conversations unforgettable. With every “we”, it’s a different set of people. Some vitally important, some going to be and some diminishingly so.

There are many people who made 2006 so awesome. This is going to be bitch to write, but I’m going to park my ass down for a long while and do some long overdue thanksgiving.

Here goes nothing, (and I know some of you sorry asses are just going to scroll down and look for your name, NYAHAHA, but ‘tis the nature of the human ego, go figure.)

#1. My family, who I’ve been thanking for the past 16 years and will never stop thinking for the rest of my life. Simply because they are who they are, and for loving me for who I was, am and will be.

#2. Pris, for making the term “Best Friend” all that it’s knocked up to be and more.

#3. Lisda, for the bus 965 rides home and MSN conversations. For always putting up with my psycho bitchfits and always being there to hear me rant, whine, curse, confess and vent without ever going nuts. (I never knew how you managed it, but I’m glad you did.) And more importantly, for your rare trust in me.

#4. Eileen, for the long SMS rants, pre-trainings Yoshinoya lunches, that 4nations cup episode, and always, always, always the first one there when I’m in a piss-poor mood, and for being that special friend.

#5. Khairyn, for the long bus ride from West Coast Park to Bedok during camp, your house and food pantry as a sanctuary for us hungry beggars, for transferring from AJC to here, for the best is yet to come because we’ve yet to grown closer. But count on it, babe.

#6. The Kgang; Jasmin, Karen, Carol, Yvonne and JieLin. For their comforting familiarity and for being so wonderfully UNCHANGED and steadfastly reliable in this mad, mad world outside. And most of all, for making me believe that some good things in life never change and some friends always last

#7. My sevens; Han, Tong, Jying, Xying, Mel, Caro, Ling. For never failing to make me laugh, brightening up my day even when everything else seem so bleak sometimes. For mahjong days, neoprints hysteria and good food binges.

#8. LysAdriMingTzeFlor; for the Pizza Huts, Sakuras, Café Galilees, and laughing until my sides split moments, and being the reason why I love coming to school so unnaturally much. And for everything that I've already said in one of earlier entries.

#9. Valerie and Meihui, for a bloody good first three months of my JC life.

#10. My ELEVENS from 0623A; Eileen, SwuJuan, Lisda, Kahlai, Cindy, RuiShan, Khairyn, Flora, Joyce and WeiMing, for alliance against you-know-who, for our endless gossips, for the cam-whoring moments, for teachers’ day celebration, for the bangin’ Aces workout, for the many more fun that is yet to come.

#11. RuiShan, SwuJuan and Jiawei, for the best PW group anyone could ask for. For staying up late editing PI, GPP and whatsnot, for rushing in the Libraria together putting together the WR, for meetings that end up in watching Miss Swan and reading others’ blogs, for finding Jiawei everytime he got lost somehow or another, for supporting each other through out OP. You made PW not as hellish as it actually is.

#12. My Sixers Clique; Pris, Ril, Bah and Qz. For nights that last too short and gossips about everyone else, for the unexpected friendship that appeared outta nowhere, for being the THE class clique of 46'2005.

#13. IJC netball, for making trainings something to look forward to, for EOY netball camp 2006, and for the new friendships made.

#14. Knights of the round table, first three months; Kim, PeiShan, Eileen, Lisda, Khairyn, Rochester, Valerie, WeiMing. For being the first thing I like about IJC, for badminton sessions and East Coast Park.

#15. Jeenson and Ben for the good ol’ wisecracks and bullshit that never change.

#16. Jiayi, for making me want to kill her and save her at the same time.

#17. 0623A, for being a hell of a class and for being able to go up together next year.

#18. Ya Kun Kaya Toast for inventing Silkyz Barley, my everyday must-have fix.

#19. For the love y’all have been giving me all the time, even when I’m sometimes too self-centred to feel it. THANK YOU.

And I hope 2007 turns out great for each and everyone of you.

Yours truly,
Tze

Post Bangkok

The funniest thing happened in Dreamworld, Bangkok. A group of giggling thai girls asked my fifteen year old kid brother to take a photo with them. Keyword: With.

(Ruishan, are you reading this?)

Other than that, Bangkok was relatively uneventful this time round. We rode the MRT there with untourist-like ease and effortlessly translate Thai Baht into Singapore dollars like it was second nature already. And it's getting a bit old really, the cheap shopping and high pitched thai voices. I think I'm getting bored of good ol' bangkok. Time for somewhere new, and scarily foreign.

Alright, I'm down with Gastric flu right now and I'm not in top form so I think I will just end off here. I hope you people had a marvellous christmas.

And thank y'all for all the christmas cards I found stuffed in my mailbox when I returned home. I feel your warmth and love yo.

Now, I'm off to watch TEEN TITANS! (:

Hasta la Vistas

A long naggy post today before I fly for my second home, Bangkok. (Honestly, what is it with Thailand and my parents?)

Headed back to USS to watch the friendly against Anderson Sec. But we were laughing around too much to really take note of who won and whatsnot anyhow. Thereafter, a match against the juniors and it was an easy win over them. (Translate: Sound thrashing) Ego booster, I know. And as usual, the drunken revelry and horseplaying around. I posted a few, because the rest of them are too stupid to be aired in public.





Friday night! Eils's birthday cum christmas somethingoranother. And as the photo depticts, the night was all about pizzas all around, and Rui's sexy ass. (:
And startling revelations, off-key karaokes, too much junk food, cam-whoring and chocolate mud cakes.

Lisda, your presence was sorely missed!

And so is Joyce's. But it was still a roll-lickin' good time, as it always is with the dearest elevens. Next year is going to be goooood with us us around.

So here are the wishes from me,

Happy Birthday EILS MY LOVELY. Your never ending antics and the ugly faces you pull. Your indispensable friendship and rock steady presence. Your mega-watt smile and the way you brighten the room and liven the party. The very essential of 0623A and of course, us 11s. Remember the insane taxi driver late night home to Woodlands, remember the long long sms rants between us, remember the many more that are yet to come. You know very well you're loved beyond words. (:

And not forgetting,
Happy birthday MEL you lovable kuku. Sorry we couldn't spend your special day with you but we promise to make it up to you soon. (: Remember the hysterical mahjong days, the Marche binges, Cafe Cartel's bread and the honeydew-in-mouth private joke. Dearest girl, you are a laugh and a half. And I still love you to death, silly woman. Happy belated birthday!


And a special word to bestie who dropped in near midnight and it was a good long talk in my room. And THANK YOUUUU for your gorgeous gift, I cannot love it enough. It amazing how you always know what I want. And also, it was worth all my effort asking around for that expression on your face when you opened yours, and your endless admiring into the mirror! Laughs. All my love, xoxo.


Meeting Karen and the girls at the airport couple of hours from now for catching up and the best part is that I won't be going home from the airport wisfully tonight. (:

Before I depart, here's a sufficiently sincere adieu from yours truly,

Keep it jumping, my loves.

We Fly High

Highlight of the day: Thrash talk with Eileen, Kat and Merelda at some neighbourhood kopitiam with the rain trying to bring the place down.

And,
Happy Feet with the Shahril(s), with long lazy talks before and after. Thanks boys.

P.S I think our attention seeking mismatched laces are omfglookatusdon'twelookhip COOL. Let's do the Beep Test in style this thursday, babes.

Grab Your Own Groove

Friday morning was bloody good with us winning MJC easily in a friendly. It's all looking up for the team now. We just got to grab hold and hang on. (:

Open Season and Secret Recipe with the boys on friday afternoon. The flick was ho-hum, the cakes were mmmm. Helloooo, ten pounds.


Thank you for the good noon spent, boys. Let's do it again soon, but with the rest of the gang along next time.



AND THIS IS FOR YOU, LISDA DEAREST. (:


Saturday was put to good waste at the Expo. There was absolutely nothing at the Nike sales, or maybe we went a tad too late. All the so called good stuffs were gone. Ah well, I didn't need anything anyway.

Met the girls at ten toobloodyearlyinthemorning am for brunch and a lazy idling day. Thank youuuu, Jas. The cookies were sweet, both metaphorically and literally. (: Your presence was sorely missed. And so is Carol's.






But it was still, nevertheless, the usual good time with the ladies. It was the chats and random questions by Yvonne, the freezing corner on the sixth floor, the retarded photos and the computer/mouse jokes that made the day.

VCDs marathon this wednesday and the Airport this coming weekend with them, I'm all alight with anticipation.

And now signing off,

Typically Yours.

Your Whistle Blows

Before I start, here's a quick update.



It was the kid's 15th birthday yesterday and it was good food that night. But I still feel that the Pandan cake would've been a better choice than boring old chocolate. But hey, what the birthday boy wants, the birthday boy gets.

Its been 15 long years with the annoying bugger, ramming into my room to irritate me just for the hell of it. Always eating the last bar of candy and leavng the bathroom in such a state, bickering with me for computer time and "borrowing" my iPod. But sometimes he's just funny enough to make up for it, and in all truth, he really is a good brother most of the time.

Happy 15th brithday, lil bro. Now grow up a bit and BE A MAN. (:


Now back to today,

It's going to be slew of consecutive friendly matches until Friday. Although it was a draw with my dear old alma mater today, I think we might just be on the verge of getting the hang of it, so let's all get the DRIVE, girls. (:

On a random note, it feels funny to be hearing my opponent screaming, "GO UNTIY!". How do you exactly describe that particular feeling, I'm not certain. But anyhoots, I will be the one screaming 'GO IJ!" now. Laughs.

The rest of the noon was spent vegging out with Rynnie and Lissie in school and PizzaHut. It's just one of those simple mundane things you wouldn't think twice about doing after school coupla months back, but so achingly enjoyable when it hasn't been done for such a long time and you've been missing the "good ol' times".

Hello rynnie, I know you're excited about the "I Never" game. I am too.
And no, I still don't want to play Carrom. (:

And what made my day: It's great to get back to familiar grounds with Lissie again.

And digressing a bit, I really need to get my x'mas shopping done and my elbow still stings like @#$%! hell.

Till death do us part,
Yours truly.

I Bet You Think This Song is About You

It's a stormy Monday afternoon and the weather just about describes my piss poor mood to a T. Khairyn knows why I'm in such a foul deposition. The rain lashes against the window panes, punishing and agressive. Helping me to vent. I offered a silent thank you upward.

A quick update before I kill my time playing mindless games with annoying animations and blinding graphics that turns intellect into mush,

1. Saturday night saw me ranting to bestfriend over bitter coffee and zesty mango tea after her work at Paragon's Coffee Bean. As always, and I'm not sure how but maybe just the little knack bestfriends have, she managed to make me feel a lot better. Thank you, Pris. And I cannot wait for you to come over and cook dinner with my mom for my family, seeing how I am pathetically incapable of even boiling hot water. After this, I will bet my favourite knickers that mother dearest would be probably itching to switch daughters.

2. Collected my pay on Sunday with Yvonne. It was relatively substantial and I am utterly charmed by the people working there. They are all practically family, and it's lovely working for people I adore. Chatted with Jeanne for quite awhile and left but not before promising to do the next IT fair with them too. Thereafter, Vonne bought x'mas presents for her siblings at Parco and it was too cute. We hit Vivocity next and instead of settling my x'mas obligations like I intended, I splurged on myself, indecently I should say. We spent the rest of the afternoon doing what we girls do best, shopping shopping and... you get the idea.

Oh and by the way my darling elevens, I saw our favourite topic at Vivo. And Joyce's idea was seriously tempting. (:

Dinner at Secret Recipe was heaven and I think my cake tasted better, Vonne. HAHAH. Anyhoots, it was a whole lot of retail fun and Yvonne made it even better with her company. We're meeting up soon for Happy Feet and I cannot wait. Until than, you know you're loved.

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And hell, I am still miffed over what happened. Macs breakfast on wednesday with my girls and it's been way too long since I dished with Rynnie dearest. I cannot wait.

Live every moment like it's your last.

When you actually think about it, and stop moaning about how the lunar new year was just over and now its reindeers and santa all over again, a year is actually a damned long time. It's three hundred and sixty five days for bonds to be made or broken, rumours to be created or spread
and reputations to be lifted or sunk. And as the days crawl deceptively by, you look back and realised that your existence as a friend, a teammate, or a lover has already been slowly but surely, forgotten. One year back, everybody's probably tearing over seperation and I-will-never-find-another-friend/team/class/clique-as-good-as-yous but speed up a little, and you will see now how those good ol' times has already been shoved under all the new memories and new "good ol' times". Your name erased for new names to enter, your photos taken down to make space for the new people. No, I'm not being bitter, it's a fact of life. It's a cycle, everyone has to put up or shut up. The world doesn't stop functioning just because you're not there anymore.

And of course, you yourself probably forgotten half of the past too, or simply enjoyng the present too much to sit down and think. Your new friends are the loveliest bunch of people you have ever known, but wasn't it you who said the same thing about your secondary school friends two years ago? And what makes you think you will be saying the same thing about the same people a couple of years from now?

So here I say, treasure what you have now. Make it deep. Crape diem and all that pishposh. Because you never know where you might end up a year from now. Make it good while it last. Because once its over, things changed. You can never relieve those good ol' days anymore, all you are left to do is to reminsce. And bitter is always stronger in the bittersweet nostalgia you get when you recollect. Due to the fact that you can never live it all over again. You only get to live once, make every chapter a bestseller, make every line a quote. Make your book of life a frigging Harry Potter.

Suddenly I See

Today, I brought my brother to Carl's Jr for dinner and he had himself the superstar upsized meal. After watching him practically inhaling the entire monster of a burger down, along with a heaping pile of onion rings, he crumpled his napkin and informed me that it was Tuesday and it was half-priced waffles at Gelare's, his treat, and the corner escalator will be the shortest route up.

You would think after 4 years since he hit puberty, I would be used to this. But the amazement never ceases.

Sun kissed

Work was deathly exhausting, but very very lucrative. As soon as I get my pay, I'm going to give the retail economy a boost.

Sorry for the retarded update, girls. But Sentosa was awesome, and your company made it so. The awful sunburnts and deep flushes on our cheeks were testaments to that. The sun was gloriously blazing, and I am satisfactorily a shade darker I reckon.






Sentosa, it's been a swinging good time. I will be back soon.

I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor

It's been coupla days since we caught up with each other, and since I'm in an assbummed mood and have absolutely no inclination of elaborating on how were my two days. Here are the highlights of the game:

1. Got drunk and wasted on Ben's BBQ due to a really really awfully stupid game in which I was bloody unlucky, and to think I swore never to go near alcohol again ever since that nightmarish June'05 night. Jeenson and Justin were sweethearts and sent teetering tottering me to my front door before thinking it's safe to leave me unattended.

2. I burnt practically every inch of my skin in Sentosa today. Extra crispy. And probably shot my chances of getting skin cancer through the roof.

But in any event, both days were bloody well spent. I had an obscene amount of fun with the boys and girls respectively for both days. So far, they've filled my long holidays with enough craziness to last me through a hellish 2007 when I'm sweating for my As. Now, everything would be really be perfect if only my darling 0623A would meet up soon, because I miss my 11 jumping beans. B&Js with my sixers clique soon, cannot wait.

And in case you're wondering, no I didn't hit the books yet. Shoot me please, I'm going to perish two months later.

Stuck

I'm starting to feel the constraints of this blog. Maybe it's due to my own expectations, or maybe to yours. I am not really certain, but all I know is the walls are looming closer together whenever I post up an entry in Tale-Dujour. Suffocating. I have this crave or maybe an inner cry to revamp, and maybe even switch blog host. Livejournal, Xanga, just something else. Blogger isn't giving me the release I need anymore. It's like an old Nokia, overhyped and overrated, not to mention grossly commonplace.

Or maybe its just me. I've lost the ability and also the desire to piece my thoughts into neat senetences and a proper passage. Sometimes, no, lately most of the times, all I want to do is jot my day down in broken lines, like random thoughts. Like how a proper diary should be. My mind jumping all over the place, and every word don't have to be properly arranged in bloody coherence. I don't want to have to make like a secondary student and dutifully write a frigging composition everytime I logged into Blogger. It's driving me up the wall.

Colour me crazy, but I want my entries to look retarded to you. Like you can't make heads nor tails of what I've written sometimes. Abit nonsenical, abit whimsical. No more dull, straight, disgustingly understandable entries. Zilch. I want random, I want babble, I want rubbish. Capisce?

Should I stick it out till the end of this year? Make it meaningful of some sort, like closing a door and opening another. Waiting until 2007 comes, before changing blog. Or should I just shift now? To the heck with meaningfulness and appopriate timing, I'm doing it my way or the highway. But all in all, like it or not, I'm definitely saying Goodbye to Tale-dujour.blogspot soon. It's just a conflict between the impulsive side of me and the idealist in me.

Tell me what you think.

Fix You

She blew on the glass that seperates her from the passing trees and grey highways. Her breathe fogged the clear sheet in the biting Febuary chill. She drew a new face on her condensation, this time with crinkled eyes, just like her grandpa when he laughs. She missed her grandpa, him with his old tweed coat and cigar smoke. They hugged their goodbyes this morning before her mom hustled her in the car, about six hours ago. She wasn't sure why but he hugged her tighter and longer than usual, and there was a sheen in his eyes she didn't like.

She shifted uncomfortably on her seat, the leather seatbelt cutting painfully into her shoulders.

This time imperfect

You're cynical and harshly unforgiving on the little mistakes people inevitably make. You are always quick to judge and criticise the very quirks and character traits that make him him. It was that one incident, and now we all can't seem to get back what used to be. The friendly camaderie, the guiless joy we used to have every moment and all the you-got-my-back and i've-got-yours. Now its you-got-my-back and i'll-stab-yours. This isn't the way its supposed to be. I think he had done his penace, can we just forget the past and stop bitching about his actions everytime he turns his back? I'm sick of being wrecked with guilt every single time I look at him. Bloody hell, he holds us in such high regards, and trusts us wholeheartedly. Egads, I'm disgusted with myself. Let's drop it.

The human mind is scary and twisted.
Its a cruel world out there, how I wish I can duck under my covers and just make it go away, like those shadows on the floor.

Wind It Up

Wednesday night saw me with my sixers roaming Vivocity. It was Coffee Bean and plush seats to spend the 9pm away. We went onboard this docked ship which contains nothing interesting but provided a superb location for our narcisstic tendencies.

And I uploaded a few because Blogger is being difficult once again.




As Ril said, our nights together are always too short, and time always passes too quickly. But nevertheless, it was the usual familiar comfort they provide that made my day. The way they completely understand my twisted personality, and how they seemed to know instinctively that I was troubled. Like that old nursery tinkle, old friends are truly gold.

I cannot wait for our Ben&Jerry's meet up soon. And in the meanwhile, you know you're loved.

Fluff

Material Girls is so full of fluff and vapid nothingness that it will insult any female with the slighest sense of intelligence. The whole movie was about showcasing the Duff sisters in designer togs and maybe to take a cheap shot at the likes of Paris Hilton. What a waste of seven fifty and two good hours.

I should have listened to Sling and catch 007 instead.

Put your records on,

tell me your favourite song.

Netball camp was as exhausting as it was fun, and I will talk about it soon when I get hold of the photos. My muscles are screaming bloody murder, the simple act of sitting down requires a herculean effort and about a thousand winces. Just laughing can kill you. But nevertheless, it was worth it. (:

Because of my temporarily inmobility, I had to cancel today's meet up with K. So here I am, my ass parked in front of the computer, playing old Pokemon games. No more nasty exams to study for, no more of the cursed PW. Just pure self-indulgence, can you spell H-E-A-V-E-N?

Happy Birthday Rui

Wrapped up on OP yesterday and that was the end of the exhausting all-nighters, frantic rush to get reports printed, crazy deadlines, useless advices and endless edits of the written report. The presentation went relatively well, considering how the projector refused to start up at first and the volume almost defeaned everyone. But my dear members managed to pull themselves together and gave it their best shot. It's all over now people, so lay off the caffeine aye?

Lunch at Compass Point with Merelda was fun, we roamed the mall for a couple of hours before I had to buy the cake for the birthday girl. The silly girl did not want to go home and in the process threw Kahlai and the rest into a frenzy, trying to get me to meet somewhere in the shopping mall without being too conspicious. And thus, I ended up at the airy corner beside the elevators like a lonely deluded outcast with a cake. But all was worth it, for Rui. In

terestingly enough, we were caught be the mall security for lighting candles in the mall, for fear of setting off the water sprinklers. Well I say you only live once, nothing like being marched down to the security office and being reprimanded for intentionally trying to set the mall on fire, threatening to bring in the police to brighten your teenage years. I think most of us were stifling laughter whilst being scolded, and they took it as cheek when all we were thinking was how surreal the whole situation was.

Anyway, enough talking. Here are a few of the photos that night;


The birthday girl. Eighteen burning candles.

There were only two of us because Lisda couldnt make it, Khairyn was sick and Flora was apparently missing.





Resident celebrity figure.

The birthday girl, looking pretty. And me looking like something the cat dragged in.



It was mad fun all in all, as it always is with this eleven crazy people. I'm looking forward to Sentosa, my loves. We are going

And once again, HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY RUI! We adore you.


Met up with Jiayi today for dinner at the Horizon. It was great catching up with her life, I felt like I didn't talk to her in years, but the easy flow of conversation between us was not yet lost. We yakked and yakked till we were both exhausted but nevertheless, thoroughly satisifed. It was lovely meeting up with you, Yi. I cannot wait for next tuesday's Pizza with the boys.

Its the holidays, time to do some serious catching up with those beloved ones in my life.

Retail Therapy...

...is God's compensation for women when He gave us menstruation, pregnancy and cellulite.

Have you ever felt the rush when you see a designer item you like marked down to a quarter of its orinigal price? And in your size too.

It's practially orgasmic.

Different friends, same kinda love.

Friday's Vivocity's trip with Shahril(s) & Pris was cancelled because Pris was down with fever all of sudden, but I'm guessing it's probably due to over-exhaustion from the constant late-nightouts and lack of sleep. But all is good, because we will meet up next week soon enough. But still, that day didn't turn out to be a disappointment because my lovely classgirls decided to troop down to CoffeeBean for some heavy sugar rushes and heavy gossip. Attention to all CB fans, from Monday to Friday, after 6pm, all cakes are given a 50% discount. (Tong, are you reading this?) Naturally, we bought several of those diet-busting confection to share around. I had the most fabulous time, to dish about classmates, laugh over Eils' s kooky games, and plan many many clique/class outings over brownies, apple crumbles, cheesecake, and frappes all around. These girls made my friday good and well spent. (:

And Sunday saw me spending the day with my sevens at Cafe Cartel. And here, I shall let the photos do the talking.

And there's me, intently studying the menu. And Tong is so in love with the glossy magazine-like menu that she actually contemplated on sneaking one home.

The FOOD. The girls loved the ribs, but I wasn't really into pork so there was nothing much to wow about. The lagsane wasn't bad but the supreme platter was a let-down. But the freebie crusty bread was good! Call me a cheapo, but I crave the simple stuff. (:
Tong & Han.
And the craziest dish around, some sort of viking whatsoever. I cannot really remember the name, but this monster is made up of 7 scoops of stretchy vanilla and chocolate ice-cream, dozens of macademia cookies, and drizzled with hot fudge. Can you spell, DECADENCE? It was meant for 4, so stated in the menu. But we hd 5 girls, and we had difficulty finishing it. So be warned. But it was the highlight of the entire course.
Mel told me the stretchier the texture of the ice cream was, the more fat content it has, just my luck to have someone taking courses that specializes in this kind of area.

We took a photo like this, because nobody wanted to show their bulging tummies.
With the sevens, there's always time for narcissm.


Ended off the day hanging out at Han's house, watching She's The Man and looking through secondary school photos. It was bittersweet nostalgia, I remember those times with these girls, it was all fun and laughter. Until now, I never had a bad time with them before. (Knock on wood!)



Its all so bizzare how we ended up together, seeing how we all come from different classes and different CCAs. But sometimes, the best things in life never needs a proper explaination.

Musing

Life's abit like those glossy female magazines you secretly sneaked a peek at when your mother's out grocery shopping when you were 12.

Magazines like CLEO, ELLE, HERWORLD, FEMALE. These magazines seemed to have your life neatly categorzied under many sections. Your fashion phases, when you went through trying to look like a pink fluffball falling under Fashion Don't. Your prom night, falling under a Fashion Do. (For now, at least.) The time when you spilled bubble tea on the MRT and the the pearls went rolling down the aisle and the time when you were running to grab the best shower stall in a co-ed camp and your Hello Kitty panties slip out of your clutch and onto the floor of the crowded hall, all under Embarassing Moments. The many insecurities you harboured the past years, about your figure, about your friends, about your boyfriend(s); it's all in the Q&A and Dear Aunt Kellys.

Imagine, if someone really did made a magazine of your life, wouldn't that make for an interesting read? (:

Who says only dirty old men wear white singlets?

Selamat Hari Raya

It has always been a favourite pastime of mine; people-watching. Only at this time of the year, it gets a lot more interesting.

I like the Hari Raya festival. I always make it a point to get out of house, and simply feast my eyes on the explosion of colours. The malay traditional costumes are simply breathtaking. Creamy whites, brillant golds and silvers, velvety blacks and browns, lovely soft lilac and rose pastels, striking emeralds and sapphires. A smorgasboard of colours, sometimes it gets too a little too much for the eyes. But 'tis such a pleasant visual strain.

Their dresses never fail to make every woman look like a princess. (Nudges Khairyn!) Those long graceful outfits, some painstakingly embroidered with intricate designs, some bejeweled with sparkling rhinestones, some mysteriously veiled with a wisp of chiffon. It hints of the curves that the silk hides, but yet never really revealing them. The femmine cut of the gown lends elegance to the wearer, and portrays grace. Can't you tell by now, how absolutely enamoured I am by the malay traditional costume? (:

It's always such a novelty to me, when I see families donning the same shade of colour. It warms the heart, to see such displays of family unity. You might not have it, but hell nobody will ever know from looking at your bloodkins. A cluster of purple, a flock of red. Teenage daughters looking gorgeous in peacock blue, younger brothers looking equally adorable in the same shade. Some think it's humliating, but I for one, admire the togetherness the costumes displays. If you ain't afraid of wearing your class tee shirt with about 20 other people, why should you cower in shame wearing the same colour as your own blood? Come on, hold your head up high and walk a little straighter, you should be proud. Do you think the other races can do the same? Not very likely. Be proud of your culture, I would if I were you. Your culture is rich and your traditions are still not that long lost yet. It's something worth gloating.

Tell me, when the Lunar New Year rolls around, what are the chances you will be able to get a glimpse of a qipao or a cheongsam? Not very high. You can't really blame us either, the form-fitting oriental dress seem to be made for women with disgustingly perfect proportions. Flat chest, big ass or a tummy? Forget it. You will never look good. Admittedly, when one has the figure, the dress will look infinitely sexy. But tell me, how many women in the world has barbie-like silhouttes?

Oh well, you might call it a blessing in disguise. Because of our impossible traditional costumes, nobody ever wears it now. Hence, chinese new year is another excuse for us youths to spend daddy or mommy's bucks to get trendy new skirts, tops and the latest jeans. Don't get all self-righteous on me, you know that as well as I do. But hey, who's complaining? (:

Alright so I'm way digressing now. But veering back to topic, to all muslims out there, Selemat Hari Raya and wear your gorgeous clothes with pride! You've got the envy of the lady here.

P.S Lisda, Khairyn, Shahril(s) - I still want those photos!

Grammer, where art thou?

Why do people like to say they are SADDED? Does that make sense to you? Fine if you're SAD, okay with me if you're sadder than sad, or even saddest. But you DO NOT become SADDED.
It's as if they have attained the optimum level of sadness in their lives, and felt that sad cannot justify their depression anymore and they go around wrecking the English language with words like SADDED. Bloody hell, you do not try to make an adjective a tense. That's like trying to wear plaid with stripes. It clashes. Dig up that old primary one grammer guide, you ought to be burying your face into the book and never coming out until you know the difference between a verb and an adjective.

If you think I sound like a prissy old maid of an english teacher with a rod up her ass, think again. Would you rather go around moaning to people that you are SADDED, and have them trying to stifle their snickers instead of doling out sympathy or would you rather express your unhappiness eloquently? Good God, I know you're broken inside and yadda bam bam, but at least retain a bit of your brain matter please.

Another day, another rant. It seems like the world is in abundance of things for the lady to be pissed off about.

A page out of Tim Burton's

Stick Boy noticed that his Christmas tree looked healthier than he did.

Happy Birthday Adri

The princess is finally seventeen. She with her wisecracks and megawatt smile. She with the silliest expressions and endless energy. The girl always seemed to know exactly when I'm not at my best, and never failed to cheer me up in some way. Love the times at Cafe Galilee, Pizza Hut and Banquet. Life in IJ is never as much fun without you around, sunshine. You're my one and only Khairyn Adriana, and always will be. You can never imagine how many times I asked myself what would have happened if you did not transfer back here. Life would be different and certainly not as fabulous. Happy happy 17th, darling.

I hope you enjoyed the surprise today, the cupcakes and the dinner. Although because of Lissie, Flora and I had to wander like foolish tourists around the blocks trying to find the bloody place to collect the cupcakes. But tt was the usual madness to be around you nuts. The times with you four dears are intoxicating and addictive, it got me hooked and wanting more. So get your act together, people, and GEL! Laughs.

P.S I'm PMSy right now. Not in the mood to talk much. Good night, readers.

This is the 123rd post...

and when I'm up for the 456th post, I'll let you know.

We started out with the intention to meet up for breakfast at Coffee Bean's and heading for school after that. But Eils, was outstandingly late for about an hour and half (Clap for her, please) and by the time she cabbed down, it was already 9. Impulse is a dangerous little thing, it led us to get tickets for 1045's John Tucker Must Die. But every cent of that 7bucks spent was bloody worth it, not only because the movie was my kind of flick, crammed full of uber itchiness, fluffy romances and beautiful people, but the movie theatre had a grand total of three viewers; us. Put three giggling girls into an empty theatre with a gorgeous lead actor, it doesn't take much to guess what will ensue, does it. I will tell you the answer, but my throat still hurts from all the screaming.

The flick left us all swooning and sighing, and Eils had to rush back to school to meet up her PW mates. The transition was a tad blurry, I had no idea how it happened, but somehow Flor and me met up with Lissie (silly girl ditched us in the morning because she overslept and ended up moaning about nobody is going to watch John Tucker with her anymore) to work out at Yishun's gym. I have never been in a public gym before and it was an experience, with people milling around and sour-faced instructors glaring surly at you as if you were about to lug the treadmill and run. But it was overall fun, because of the company. Working out with friends is definitely better than working alone.

So now I'm back home, wiped from the day's shimgles and my folks thought I had an exhausting day in school. Tsk, I hope my conscience would not eat me up alive. Anyhoots, back to school tomorrow and ProjectWork is ready to screw me in the ass all over again.

Good Night, people.

Good Morning

It's 7.18 and I'm still in my jammies, wasting my existence away in front of this marvellous piece of technology called the computer. School's still on today, don't get you panties up ina bunch. I'm skipping school in the morning for Coffee Bean's breakfast with Flor and Eils. And my parents are in blissful oblivion because they are still sleeping their asses off.

This is a meaningless bigmouthnobrain entry simply because I'm bitching hungry and nobody interesting is online. But alright, I'm going to be late in meeting them and all, so toodles darlings. And classmates, if you're reading this, have fun in school! Rat on us, and thou shall perish.

Big hooters

The definition of junior means being smaller than the usual size. Either the people think it's such a hoot to pull off a prank on the customers, or their language just plain sucked. Because the burgers in Carl's Junior is anything but. In fact, it's like the motherlode of burgers. The big momma.

Tong, Mel and I almost gagged ourselves to death trying to fnish two burgers between three of us. But people, the burgers are heaven. It blows your diet completely and absolutely, but damned its good. Burger King and Macdonald's cannot hold a candle to the mighty one. I jest you not. And the onion rings are madness.

Even SHE thinks its good,



But from the looks of it, I will bet my non-anorexic ass that she has never tried any of the burgers before. Or she probably scarfed it down and threw it up when the crew weren't looking.

If Americans eat like this everyday, it's no wonder more than half of their people are overweight. One burger alone is probably enough to clog up your arteries.

And now, I'm off to the gym to burn away all those beef.

P.S It was fun today, girls. It was great seeing you again and the shopping was marvellous. Meet up soon and good luck for the first day of school!