HoHumm

I say,
Never take life too seriously.

You'll never come out of it alive anyway.
:D

I think I will go try cotton candy pink on a whim!

As Quoted.

"Money can't buy happiness."
Gertrude Stein.

"Hogwash."
Tze.

Lookalike

According to this, my face bore a distinct similarity to the following ;

To begin, a bond girl.

than an old man,

Boa. (HAHA. Yeah. Right.Really)

This guy. ( Supposedly a poet)
To end, ANOTHER bond girl.



Fascinating. And quite depressing.
I shall never trust the internet ever again.


P.S It also states that I look like RichardHarris aka Professor Dumbledore.
But I forgot to post that up. And its too much of a hassle to do it again.


Wingardium leviosaaaaa!!!

Late Night Head Rush.

The visage of jesters,
The hauteuer of felines.
The slumber of reptiles,
The sultry of summer.

All in a shot of brandy.

Makeover

I toyed with the idea of changing my blog into wordpress, but it wasnt user-friendly enough for me. My knowledge of IT is pathetically low, sad to say.

I reverted back to the given template. Those fancy schmancy skins weren't for me anyway. They didnt portray what I wanted to say in the way I wanted it to say. ( Got you in a twist for that last sentence, didnt I? HOHO. )

Inspiration is so hard to find these days. There's sparse topics for me to drone about when i'm in a relatively mellow mood. Lardeedummdumm...

Should I start a story?

Let me know. (:

Let's keep it friendly.

"As We Go On, We Remember
All The Time We Have Together
And As Our Lives Change,
Come Whatever,
We Will Still Be,
Friends Forever. "

Overplayed. Overrated.

The 2/8`2003 chalet was a bitter disappointment.
The boys all bought a Playstation Portable. Furiously jamming keys, eyes glued to dazzling graphics on a squintingly small screen.
Four beds, 18 growing adolescents.

The girls tried to start a round of gossip, all efforts fall short. A topic couldnt keep us going for more than 10 minutes. Laspes of awkward silences. Restless fidgeting. Phone texting under the sheets. There was nothing new, nothing controversial, nothing scandalous.

Having known each other for 4years, did the novelty wore off? Did our friendship gotten stale? Sad to say, I think it did. I refuse to allow the cynics out there to crow and gloat, I'm sure there's a better reason to the disaster of a chalet. But what?

Games were bought up, and rejected. Yes, sure they were childish and campish. SO WHAT? It still beats slacking on the bed all day watching reruns on TV. You scoff the ideas, saying you played them before, saying they were "LAME", you couldnt be enthusiastic about it, so you poured cold water all over. Cuz if you cant get fired up about it, you wanted to make sure others can't too. Allow me to put what i want to express to you in three coherent and effective words : WHAT THE FUCK?

Readers, you remember my post two entries back (scroll down) about my iJ class. You studied SocialStudies, you learnt how to compare and contrast. Put the skills to good use now.


I hate to do this, I really do. I know after posting this entry up, there will be protests and whispers. I'm a traitor? I don't cherish my friendships? WHATEVER. But I couldnt keep it all in anymore.

FYI, I left the chalet with J on the second day. Where the girls are idling on the beds and the boys have all parked their asses at xSquare, being total geeks.


On the way back to woodlands, J and I gossiped like there's no tomorrow. She's great. If it werent for her, I think I would have went bonkers at downtown east.



On that very day, she's the only resaon why I still believe that friendships dont have expiry dates.

The only reason.

Let's christen it.

Welcome.
Fuckinguntitled- had been loyal.
It had been going for a long time.
I could sense its weariness.
It wants to retire, and move to the Bahamas and sip magaritas or whatever what old retired blogs do.

I clung to it, refusing to let it go, but it insisted.
It said with a fond smile,
"Tze, I was with you through your secondary school life. It had been a wonderful ride. I saw you change and grow through the 2 odd years you have been pouring your tears and expletives into me. But you're older now, and you started to write more of your opinions and less on what you do on a daily routine. Your mindset changes, you are no longer the small, insecure and angsty (well, maybe still angsty) teen you were when you created fuckinguntitled-. Its time to free me and move on to a less angsty, more mature site. Its time to shed your old personality. "

I bawled.
Fuckinguntitled- gave me one last pat and pried my fingers off.
It turned and walked into the crimson sunset.


Err, not exactly. But I was always a hapless romantic. (:

Anyway.
Welcome to tale-dujour.
It seems promising, and its going to accompany me through the years to come. I will be looking forward. Hopefully, you dear loyal readers will also anticipate what tale-dujour got to offer.
I promise to make it good and tammy-free. (:

Ode to o6123a.

I know I do not usually write about events that happens everyday. But this entry shall be an exception. :D

We went to East Coast today, and honestly, it was the best fun I had in ages. We were laughing every one minute, screaming every two minute and enjoying every single moment.

We played games, stupid games that ends with us rolling on the sand with hysteria. Jokes that didnt seemed at funny were sending us to insane shrieks and roars. I mean, when I went to the beach with my other friends in secondary school, most of the girls will be on the mat, chatting and afraiding to get wet or dirty, boys will be in a world of thier own. Cliques were formed. There were more gossips than activities. People will group together to tend to their own, games will be suggested, but none really put into action.

BUT THIS WAS DIFFERENT.

EVERYBODY joined in the fun. Oh my god, there wasn't a single bored moment in the entire day! We played double whacko ( PEISHAN IS SOOOO BLOODY BLUR CAANN), volleyball, monkey, and ALL the lame games we played when we were kids were dragged up. And eveything turn out to be heaps of fun. We sang camp songs and scream stupid cheers.

"Kahlai you so cool you make me woo!"
"Lisda you sissy you make me woo!"
"Weiming you horny you make me woo!"
"khairyn you sexy you make me woo!"
"PEISHAN YOU SO BLUR YOU MAKE ME BOOOO!"

I couldnt recall the last time I laughed so so so hard. So very hard.

We did crazy gymnastics and circus stunts, we even scaled trees!, all for the sake of snapping a few death defying photos. But oh my god, did we had fun. And did we guys have great teamwork work or WHAT.

We rented blades. Although only weiming, khairyn and lisda and me could blade, (Lisda learned fast) it was hilarious teaching the rest. KAHLAI! HOW MANY TIME DID YOU FALL TODAY? HAAH. And ALL rented blades. All were willing to try and join in the fun. Back than, only a few of my friends would wanna blade, the rest would prefer to sit around or do their own stuffs. BUT you guys were great! Everybody were determined to make it the more the merrier. It was utterly wonderful. Also, weiming, khairyn, lisda and me went blading on ourselves after awhile. And went to this pretty section of the beach, NATURALLY we took snapshots. HAHA.

GUYS! Remember the untangling game? OH LORD, SOOO FRUSTRATING! But we kept laughing!

WE ARE SO VAINNNN! ALL OF US LOVE TO TAKE PHOTOS! AND THE PHOTOS ALL SO STUUUPID ONE! WAHAHAH.


It really breaks my heart yto split us up again. Lisda, Khairyn and Peishan! Dont go AJ la! Stay with us in INNOVA! o623a needs you! Val! dont go NJ la! We will be the BEST class ever. Rochester should stay laaa, go YJ for WHAT. IJ more fun CANN. The knights of the round tabke needs you! Little Johnny needs you! But nevertheless, we are having a BBQ this sat! YAYYAYYAY! Im so anticipating! We re gonna have double the joy! 0623A RAWKKKKKS!

WHOOSH.

Im delirious with joy. (=
So im not right in the head.
Wanna hear me sing? :D

I love you people. So much. THIS MUUUUCCCCH! HUGGGGS.

Revenge is indeed, sweet.

I was scanning through the list of contacts on my MSN list and I ran across this nickname by oe of my juniors ;

"248 days to O...muz study hard!"

And the only coherent thought that ran through my mind was :
AH.HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!
SUCKA!!! YOUR TURN YOUR TURN! NEH NEH NEH POO POO!

Not very mature , I know.
But I was smug beyond reasoning.

The feeling is SO DAMNED GOOOOOD, I TELL YOU.
Knowing that you have passed that obstacle, and exceeded expectations, you tend to forget there are others out there, mugging hard for the Os, their expectations not yet fulfilled, dreams not yet crushed nor realized.


It all seemed such a long time ago now.

HEEEHEEEEHEE! Revenge is oh-so-sweeeet! oh-soooo-sweeeet! Lalalalalooloolalalala!



Haha, I should really stop now. Perhaps another would be laughing at me, I have not taken the As yet.


123456789 days to As...muz study(reasonably) hard!

Numb Fingers.

Fatigue. FATIGUE.
HBSDUBCJUBkbvkbdfkvuu:UFD:SRibkkls;

Sorry, my fingers snoozed for a moment back there.

I'm IJC's library, and it's bitingly cold in here. Everything looks cold, the computer, the keyboard and the boring new books. It feels the same way too. BRRRRR. I skipped Literature tutorial and came to idle my time away. So far, I had played senseless games, completed sensless games, and realized there's no thrash can in the library. Also, there's a total of 10 paintings hung on the walls of the second storey.

I feel the slightest twinge of regret at my decision of entering a Junior College. Homeworks piled upon assigments. Lectures of subjects I do not have an inkling of an understanding. I find myself more often than not dreaming wistfully about the laid back life of a Polytechnic, and berating myself than I fared well enough in the Prelims to enter a JC for the trial 3 months.. If I have not, I wouldn't be here, slaving myself away, day after torturous day.

I will be working, having money FOR ONCE, or lounging around in cushy chairs, sipping creamy frappachino in Coffebean, with a dear friend, watching the frenzied world rushing by. Smiling lazily, as the working and the studying look pressed and pale, whilst we, the '05 students who survived the GCE O levels enjoy our much deserved hiatus.


SIGHS.


Instead, Im the one looking pressed and pale, rushing along with the frenzied world, glancing eviously over at the relaxed and chilled.

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Shall not write anymore. I need to go soak in cold water and tell myself, JC Good! Have Student Fare for MRT! JC can go U. Can go U, Mummy Daddy Happy! Graduate from U can earn big bucks! Got degree DEGREEEE DEGREEEE! Most Important ! DEGREEEEEE! Can wear funny looking square hat and harry potter gowns for Graduation at U! MummyDaddy Happy!



DEGREEEEEE!

Shot! ( Or rather, tagged. )

Aha! This little chain tag-and-you're-it! seemed to have landed on my lap. Of course, with a little help from a dear fellow blogger. (stage whisper) Rhys! I shall get you for this! *shakes fist*

The rules :
- The tagged victim list 8 different points of thier perfect lover/partner, mentioning the gender of said partner.
-Tag 8 victims to join this game and leave a comment on the post letting them know they have been tagged. If tagged before, no need to contribute.

My perfect lover :

1. is not married.

2. makes me and everyone else laugh, but he has a sweet&sensitive side when we're alone.

3. does not drop me like a hot stone the minute i gain 0.000001 pound.

4. do not salivate everytime there is a video game arcade in sight.

5. Ditto point 4 for scantily clad models too.

6. is willing to watch chick flicks with me without complaining that its ruining his macho pride or shields his face with the popcorn bucket when walking into the theatre.

7. does not blush or fidget uncomfortably everytime the word TAMPON/PAD is mentioned.

8. remembers significant dates and not panic at the last possible second, thus buying some pathetic excuse for a gift at the nearby newspaper stand.

9. can control his raging hormones.

10. does not snigger when the word "Geylang" is mentioned.



Tagged:
1. Carolyn ( I imagine this is your forte. )
2. Melissa. ( No you cannot put Maurice for every 8 points. )
3. Qiaozhen
4. Kimberly
5. TiakHui
6. Jiayi ( No you cannot put Allen for evey point too. )
7. Denise
8. You, whoever reading this. [:


That was fun. A moment of glee.
Now back to the real world, where the men cant even fulfill 3 points up there. And if they can, they are probably gay.

Overrated and Overplayed.

Cupid came, shot, and went.

Unfortunately, it left in its wake, exorbitantly priced stalks of withering roses, heavilyperfumed giftshops making a bundle, ferrero roches going out of stock.
Singles never do dare to venture out on Valentine's. A simple stroll might just crush the self-esteem of the weaker. There's have never been a more smug expression on a girl when she saunters down the street with her arm candy, and her confection of crepe paper and fake flowers.

Hoho, I sound cynical, jealous, and sour, you reckon?

I had a fabulous Valentine's, FYI. With single friends. We ate, drank, laughed and were merry. We didnt weep in self pity, nor did we scorn in derisivness. We celebrated Valentine's with gifts, swensens and gossips. I couldnt wished for better. [:

No Im not lying.

A happy belated Valentine's to all blissful couples out there. Stay happy, dont get her pregnant.

And an affectionate hug to all you cynics out there. Reality can wait, go live that dreamy ideal day you always secretly wanted, you can confess your sins later.

And a very much heartfelt happy Valentine's to all my babes. You make me happy. [:


Im sick of Ferrero Roches. Urks.

On Cloud 9.

Praise The Lord.

Somehow, He managed to spin a miracle out of my results. I know it's not as good if you would really want to start comparing. But hell, Im happy with it, and you can kindly shove your comparisons up the place where the sun dont shine. (:

I was so happy, i'm at loss of words to replace "happy".
:DDD

Rainbows are seen, the sparrows are chirpping, the sun is shining and my mom is smiling.

'tis a beautiful day.

If i could do the whole day again, to go through the stomach clenching anxiety, and the frequent nausea, the long, boring talks and the disgusting black spray on my hair, for the reactions I get from my parents and myself,

I would. (:

TGIF? Perhaps not.

I rang in sick today. Wasn't able to get my self to school.
Fatigue overwhelms me. That coupled with a nagging pain that resides in somewhere above my stomach. And the mere thought that today's lessons end at 410.

Blah.

You girls are sweet. (:
Thanks for those lovely messages and yes, I miss you people too!


Idling around at home, I melded with the computer. After the bloghopping and MSN chattings, I went on a whim and reread all my previous posts starting from the very first virgin post I written in Blogger.

Naturally, I flinced in embarassment and winced in shame as I took in my childish writing, petulant manner and petty thoughts. I could almost hear the monitor going tsktsk, but of course, hallucination knows me by name.

However, nostalgia gave my heart a funny tug as I scrolled through hilarious events and angry rantings. Did 4 years really flew by so quickly? Did we really did all those stuff? Did I really type so horribly?
(And the funny thing was, at that point of my life, I was SO DAMN proud of the way I written my posts. I took so much pride in it. After publishing it, I would read it over and over, savouring how nice and "stylo-malo" the entry was written. Now when I look at it, I couldn't read on after the first few lines.)


And tomorrow we shall be getting our results. Both anticipation and dread courses through me. Anticipation because, we all be in the same school again, clad in the same uniform. All together, the old familarity suddenly so awkward yet so sweet. No more newly minted JJs yelling and proclaiming their love for their insituitions, screaming orientation cheers together, words that have no meaning to me, their longing for Unity no longer apparent, their tears during graduation night forgotten. But instead, Unitians once again, reuniting tomorrow, anxious over results.
Dread because this results would serve as a final cut. A final severement to Unity sec. Once the results is in our hands, we no longer belong. The connection snapped. Gradually, we will fade and will be remembered as "graduates of 2005", not as class 45, 46, 47, 48. In our teachers' memories, our faces will eventually mesh together into one big sea of eyes and grins, our quirks and traits forgotten. Only the GPA of the entire class she had taught will remain, vague but existing, in her memory, a proof of her teaching capability.

Our registry ripped, shredded. Photos taken down. Any lingering sign of our presence in the school destroyed for the new Unitians. The classrooms that we dominate, the hallways that we ruled, now no longer ours. The school, now only a name to us ; Alma Mater.


No matter what they try to tell you about the Polys you re going, or the JCs you re heading, it will stilll hurt. To see them wiping clear the evidence you ever existed as a Unitian.

Go ahead, make my day. ( I dare you. )

Notice.
Author not in right frame of mind. Heartbeat is too fast, blood pressure is too high. Anything that is stated here cannot be taken into serious consideration. We apologize for the misunderstanding. Author will be back after she finish taking her Prozac pills and stop swearing at her airconditioner remote control.


I just got off a tiff with my mom.

Guess what was the topic?
OOOH SMART YOU ARE.
The release of the GCE O levels results.
Funny, isnt it.
It isnt even released yet and it had already stirred up a shitstorm in my household.

!@#%$#@!%^&*!(@
(i promised not to be crude and uncouth this 2oo6. )

It started out as a light conversation.
It ended with us hollaring at each other.


STOP THINKING IM GONNA GET INTO A FUCKING JC MOM.
I HAVE NOT GOTTEN THE STINKING PEICE OF PAPER. IT WILL BE GIVEN ON FRIDAY.
FRIDAY IS THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW, FOR YOUR FUCKING INFORMATION.
SO WILL YOU PLEASE GET OFF MY FUCKING BACK ABOUT IT. YOU WILL KNOW TOO SOON.
AND WHO KNOWS? WHEN I CALL YOU ON FRIDAY, SOBBING MY EYES OUT OVER THE TELEPHONE, TELLING YOU I CANT GET INTO A JC CUZ I GOT A FUCKING 30 YOU MIGHT WISH YOU DIDNT WANT TO KNOW SO SOON AFTER ALL.


Screw the resolution.
And screw MOE.

and my air conditioner remote control.

Courtesy Of PostSecret

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!

Renuion

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.

Blossomed

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. (:

Quattro, Quatre, Cuatro?

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.

Lull

I might not be updating for awhile.
(=

Need new materials, worthy of a post.
Nothing inspires me now.

Stay loyal.