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.