PostSecret is an ongoing community art project where people mail-in their secrets anonymously on one side of a homemade postcard
You'll be suprised at the scandals you can read.
So hot I cant repeat it here. (:
So go on!
Go get scandalized!
The Eve Of Lunar New Year.
In a few hours, I'll be down at TanglinHalt. Breathing in the smell of deep-frying, medicated oil and the musty scent that always linger around old apartments and yellowed novels.
Little tots will be running around, brandishing toy guns that emit beeps that are too loud, making manuvering around the already cramped space an ardous task, requring the swiftness and agility of a ballerina. Bored adolescents like me will be lounging around, mp3 earphones plugged into ears, blissfully oblivious to the croonings of the adults when a newborn baby is in the vicinity. All of us wishing, to be downing absolut vodka or ketel one instead of the bright yellow Yeo's packaged drink we were handed, while our fingers skilfully texting messages to fellow bored friends at their respective renuion dinners.
Or at least, I will be.
Fake-Gucci bags toting, velvet pants clad aunties will be conversing cheerily with (real) Hermes bags toting, Chanel clad wives/mothers. Age barrier regardless, there will always be topics woman can talk about. Like how the Singapore Sale is coming soon, ( regardless how the auntie will be snatching capris in John Little while the Career women will be waited hand and foot at the Paragon. ) and how so and so celebrity has slimmed so suspiciously fast while another had gained a disgraceful amount of weight. And so on and on...
While the men would be at the other corner, talking about the latest gadget in techonology and sleek fast cars, when all of the middle-aged fathers drive a Toyota or a Honda, while the new fathers and husbands are in proud possession of the latest Renault or Peugeot. Than on to the political side, as the male gender get all revved up talking about the Grand Election and The NKF saga, Self-righteous opinions and Holier-than-thou demeanour would start to show. However, in conclusion, all the males would nod their balding heads and agree PAP is still the best, because they painted their HDB blocks for free and allowed the Crazy Horse to perform in Singapore. Being males, they would not have the stamina we females have for gossiping, and would gradually recede into newspapers and the 7'oclock movie showing on Channel 5.
Its lovely to see how people of so different backgrounds can still get along so fabulously well.
Ah well, Family will always be family. In-laws or otherwise.
It was always the same, year after year. It was an annual routine, the topics hardly diverting to another other, the food hardly changing.
However, I look forward to every year's, the same routine, the same food, the same people. What with all the horrors happening in other parts of the world, it was deeply assuaging to know that some things never change, and will always provide the same comfort, the same safety. You ask for excitement in life, yes, but one needs stability too.
Once dinner was over, everyone would settle back, carnal appetities satiated, but for the woman, the hunger for more scandal and gossip would be growling, as they resumed from where they had left off.
Both men and children will be mesmerized by movies playing on telelvison, conversations were unnecessary. When the credits finally roll, the older will gradually nod off, the aftermath of the heavy dinner taking its toll, while the younger played java games on their parents phones, furiously jabbing keys, the competitive level rising.
Us bored angsty teens? Still wishing for the Absolut and Ketel one, while effortlessly texting messages across Singapore.
(:
Happy chinese new year, everyone.
Initially, I detested IJ.
I fretted everyday about going to school, and schemed to get out of it.
But life has a way of turning eveything on you.
Now I can sing like a duck and dance like a cow, in front of my beloved o623A.
You guys remember my signature song? HAHA. Eileen loves to hear it, Lisda runs away from it. My dears, Val & Hui crack up eveyime I started to warble.
It was the simple things that you remember.
Hui packing my bag for me when Im in the toilet. Getting icecream and cookies together. Booking the "chalet" and going insane inside. Dancing in the toilet with Val. Scaring the toilet auntie with our antics. Dancing EVERYWHERE with Val. Stealing leaves and feeding them to Hui. Us singing all the way to CWP.
Valerie, Meihui.
My crazy kakis. HAHA, we are always on high everyday, everytime. Be it over a centipede, my laughter, the poor trees Hui abused, or Val's AWFUL STUPID EXPRESSION. I love the way Val can sing right along with me, christmas songs, indian songs or whatsoever. I love how we always crack Hui up.
Valerie, MeiHui, PeiShan.
MY FAMILY! Haha, Peishan my lovely daughter, Valerie my unfaithful husband and Meihui our household domestic pet. WAHAH. Lets go crazy soon again alright?
Kim, XueLi, Eileen, Peiyu, Lisda, Kairyn and everyone else. Love to you too.
I dont love IJ. But I certainly adore you people and the rest of 0623A. I really hope we can get together after the first three months. I really do. (:
4 Jobs you had in your life.
1. A daughter
2. A student
3. A friend
4. A Compaq Desktop Promoter @ the Nov'o5 Sitex show.
4 movies you could watch over and over.
1. A walk to Remember
2. Disney Cinderella
3. Sleeping Beauty
4. Beauty & The beast.
( Im childhood deprived. So sue me. )
4 Places you Lived.
1. Great aunt's house when I was a toddler and Mom&Dad were high flying whosoever.
2. Bukit Batok
3. Woodlands
4. Unity Secondary school. ( It was a second home. )
4 TV shows you love(d) to Watch.
1. Tom & Jerry
2. Pokemon & Power Rangers.
3. Charmed
4. Desperate Housewives
4 Places you've Been on Vacation.
1. Australia
2. Thailand
3. Port.Dickson(Msia)
4. Sentosa (:
4 Websites you visited daily.
1. 7s-.blogspot.com
2. Rants Of A Waiter
3. Friends' blogsites.
4. A Beautiful Revolution
4 Of your favourite Food.
1. Sambal Stingray
2. Sambal Kangkong
3. The Boney Cake from N.Y.D.C
4. Neighbour (Aunt Anna's) cooking. Heavenly, and so bleeding healthy too.
4 Places you would rather be.
1. Not in school
2. Australia.
3. Port Dickson
4. With loved ones.
4 Tagged
They should be thoroughly ashamed of themselves. Tsktsk.
I might not be updating for awhile.
(=
Need new materials, worthy of a post.
Nothing inspires me now.
Stay loyal.
I felt like I have to write something to keep this alive. Although I do not feel like writing anything and all I want is you guys to tag me but in order for you people to tag me, I have to write something even though I am most certainly not in the mood to write anything. but still i want you guys to write something in the Haloscan so I have to write some thing in order to let you people tag something. ALTHOUGH I dont feel like writing anything and couldnt think of anything to write of.
(:
"Its your 1st day, naturally it wont turn out so great."
"It will get better."
"This is something you should have expected."
"Give it time..."
OH SHUDDUP.
I hate it at IJ. Don't preach me. I just want to rant.
Bugger. Pfffah.
I MISS USS people.
sighs.
I supposed its for the upcoming 2006,
or maybe its just because my mother has been nagging endlessly, months on end.
I shoved all my CDs, of all sorts, onto my bed.
( They were an unsightly pile anyway, heaping on the desks, and perched pecariously on the shelf, some were even flung carelessly into the niches of my room. )
I was in a foul mood, having an outing cancelled by a close friend, due to family obligations. And the weather was a bitch, the kind that gets on people's nerves. Hot and sticky, heavy and stifling. Accompanied by the recent dread ( or fear, i wasnt so sure ) for the 1st three trial months in IJC that was looming ever so omniously, nearer and nearer, yep, I was slipping into a fuckedup bitch mode, rapidly.
Clatter and crash, the discs were treated with indifference and unintended vengeance.
Sort and slot. Clatter and crash.
As the categorizing proceed, I threw away many unwanted/spoilt/useless discs. My pile of discs eventually grew lighter, and neater.
So did my deposition.
With every disc I tossed in the discard pile, I felt the tight knot in my heart loosening, the clatter and crash gradually got gentler, till it finally settled to a subtle click and clack.
I reckoned I heard a shudder of relief issuing from the pile of discs that had yet to be sorted.
The chore was then done. I stood up and surveyed my work. Discs slotted neatly into their respective compartments, a compact stack was tucked away in a corner. My room became unbelivably neat again.
(However, we all know that it will soon return to resembling something the pigs slept in once the month was over. )
Surprisingly, I was alright too. No, not cheerful, not yet. But I was no longer in an awful mood.
I lugged the big bag of discards into the rubbish chute. Tipping it over and closing the chute, I heard the consecutive clunks, bangs and a final satisfying crash.
My heart felt lighter too.
Afterwhich, with almost frightening timing, the sky opened up and heavy rain pour forth. dispelling the sticky heat.
I smiled.
For those who doubt, try clearing and sorting your impossibly messy paraphernaila on a bad day. Therapy, and its free. (:
Instead of sulking, try sorting. ( Terribly lame, I know. )
But maybe you'll feel better.
Remember when we were small? And we would peer into the artificial (magical then) blue abyss of the public pool with mixture of curiosity, fear and that tantalizing flicker of the precious knowledge that we are attempting stuffs of which the consequences are unknown?
Dangle a (sacrificial) foot into the egnimatic depths and swish it in the cool water, shrieking in delight, for we have found a new source of amusement.
Emboldened and bolstered with this newfound knowledge, we would plunge into the pool, so certain, so sure, the floor was just beneath, a scant few metres below of said dangling feet.
Only to realize, a horrifying second too late, the floor is within the standing capability of our chubby appendages after all.
Sputtering and sobbing, we splished and splashed to the surface, crying to our over-anxious mothers, the newfound source of amusement morphing, ever so suddenly, into a newfound fear, another dreaded reason for those nightmares when we go to sleep at night again.
Ah, all you people taking physics would say, but the depth of the pool isn't based on the naked eye, but on refraction and all that shit. (Pardon the lady's uncouth language.)
But ah, put away your physics ladden mind and use your heart to think for a moment, anyone has a sense of deja vu?
How often, would you encounter such situations?
To feel, you understand someone or a certain situation, and find out, that the cut goes deeper, much deeper?
I feel suitably chastened, to be ashamed that I would dare to assume so much of something or someone.To pour my truckloads of petty problems onto her, but not return the favor. To not know, everybody has skeletons in their closets, and had not bothered to find out or help out, because I assumed she was alright. Because I assumed she was fine.
Because I accepted her surface and her polished exterior.
If I were a true & good friend, I would have probed deeper, find out more, and maybe did something to lessen her sufferings, her burdens.
To this, I'm sorry.
You know who you are.
Santa-
what I really want for Christmas this year is:
-Hungry kids not to be hungry anymore.
-World peace. (HAHA)
-Blessings for Victims of disasters and terrorists' attacks
-A new medical discovery to aid the sick.
-Cure for immortality.
-New Funds for the Handicapped kids.
and most of all...
...and a gleaming silver Jaguar wrapped up in a big red bow.
And oh, the keys are in a Tiffany box sent to me through FedEx, or UPS. I dont really give a hoot.
Oh yeah, I'll just let my dad drive it first.
I can wait till Im like 18 or something.
WHAT? Stop looking at me like that.
'Tis the season to be jolly.
Familiar songs crooning in malls,
holly wreaths and tinsel balls.
Fir trees stand tall and proud,
its baubles radiant, clear and loud
Grampa in a red suit,
with a big tummy to boot.
Deep chuckles and roaring hohohos,
he's what the kids love the most.
Mistletoes and its cheeky purpose,
couples sharing those amorous kisses.
Fake snows and excited toddlers,
beautifully wrapped empty boxes.
So come on, Saint Nick is beckoning,
Toss away your doubts, stop your worrying.
Gather your sweetheart or friends so close,
savour the xmas warmth with those you cherish the most.
Hello people.
My four days as a promoter for Compaq Computers is over.
( Thank the merciful Lord. )
And the fuits of my labour?
Gum infection, severe sorethroat, aching soles and muscle cramps...
and oh yes, 240 moolahs.
Big whoop.
Dear.Lord.
The first day of a slew of an (almost) endless dizzingly free holidays, with nothing I HAVE to do, only things I WANT to do.
And what do I do?
I meld with my computer screen and develped a spritual bonding with the keyboard. HOO BOY.
I PLAYED NEOPETS.
Oh.My.Lord.
I PLAYED NEOPETS.
Someone save me. I fear for myself.
Excuse me, I think I have to feed my Shoyu pet now.
*Releases great big pent up gush of air.
ITS OVER OVER O-V OVERRRR!
(prances around)
Its only expected for me to get so breathlessly excited.
After all, it isn't everyday you can finally say,
"MOM? GET OFF MY FUCKING BACK OKAY?
MY Os IS OVER. OVER ALRIGHT? TECHNICALLY FROM NOW ON, YOU CANNOT ASK ME TO HIT MY BOOKS. BECAUSE I HAVE NO BOOKS TO ACTUALLY "HIT".
I KNOW THAT MINE HAVING NOTHING TO DO EXCEPT FOT MINDLESS IDLING FOR DAYS ON END IS GETTING ON YOUR NERVES , BUT FRANKLY I DON"T GIVE A SHIT."
"HAH."
*sticks out tongue triumphantly.
Obviously, nothing good ever last. So I can only smirk for so long until the days the results are announced. My mom would be itching to get her two cents in then. ( told you to study already right! see! look at your results! dont say I never tell you arh! see la! play play play! you have no one to blame but yourself! )
But for now,she would just have to keep everything in. Hah.
WOOOTS. O LEVELS IS OVERRRR!
*resumes prancing.
Hysteria possessed me for a fleeting moment.
"What if I can't make it to JC? "
"Oh God, what if i only gotten a B3 for my English? Omg, what if its a B4 or 5?! Arggghh! "
"OHMYGOD what if I got more than 20 points?!"
"Oh no, what if I cant EVEN make it to a poly?"
"OH GOD WHAT IF I NEED TO RETAIN?"
"Oh my god I need a knife."
"OH MY GOD I CANT FIND A FRIGGING KNIFE! "
Yes, the thoughts tends to get more... agitated, shall we say, as it develops.
Maybe Amaths might do me some good, calm me down or something of that sort, yes.
Food For Thought.
Please chew carefully.
I was pondering as to whether I should post this up. Its has a bit of thought provoking depth. And whats with preparations for major exmainations, I suppose distractons would not be at all warmly recieved.
But as they say,
to the hell with it.
Many a times, we came to a pitstop in life that asks for compromises and crucial decisions. Being a typical human, the greed in us would naturally want both.
However, we all know better. It cannot be done.
Here, i post a series of questions, asking for the choice you would prefer.
Think carefully, my dears. (:
( The situation given is such that you would only be able to choose one. )
1) Lunch with long-lost aquaintance or movie with boyfriend?
( It would be your last before your death. )
2) A major heartbreak or a major exam ?
3) So much time that you become restless and bored, or a limited amount of time in which you would have to prepare for an exam?
4) So much freedom or your Mom ?
5) Be obese ( in which you cannot slim down ) and intelligent or Be beautiful and dumb?
6) Winning the million dollar jackpot or saving your aging parents?
7) In a case of a fire, saving your 10 years worth of memories accumulated in photos and journals, or saving all the valuables?
8) Dying and loved, alive and unloved?
(:
would adore to hear your ans from you all.
Bewitched.
So the fun has begun.
Sharpen your pencils, lick the nibs.
Get a ruler, and stop falling asleep.
Shuffle the pages, read carefully.
one time, two times or maybe three.
Get your mind to it,
get it done.
its only for an hour,
and maybe some.
Days will dash,
weeks will fly.
stop your moaning,
this is your last try.
Yeah it sounds juvenile and cheery leady, but thats the best i can come up with. Given the rushing and all that maths going into my head. (:
My apologies.
hello. (:
no profound thoughts, really.
pfffah.
chuckles.
By the way, in case your eyesight is as bad as mine, there's a haloscan located at the end of every post. But I still could not figure out the key to changing the colour so it wouldnt be so inconspicious.
So... there.
Drop a line, make me smile. (:
