Someone keep me away from Yahoo! Auctions, please.

I have splurged close to $150 ever since stupid Charmaine Chan and ECYY introduced me to a new recreation called Online Shopping. 3 pieces of Abercrombie&Fitch in a week, ohmygoodness. I'm Crazy. I'm Hooked. And Broke.

It's time I expanded my wardrobe, though. This is the only thing which motivates me for Wednesdays! Ha. I'm joking. James and Vallesca, too.

So the Final projects are coming up fast and furious. 3 weeks to go before the end of year 1! Golly. I'm glad that my engine's warmed up, and I'm ready to go this final lap!! 160km/h, heh. I wanna go faster though. (:

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Tight Thighs DID beat Hot (not!) Ass in Tennis. So there. Tennis was good yesterday, but Tight Thighs now has Tight Shoulders and Tight Arms. It's alright though, because Tight Thighs is in the process of developing a Tight Ass. Hot Ass may think his ass is the hottest, but alas, Hot Ass is the only one who thinks that way. Hot Ass' ass still can't be compared to Thunder Thigh's ass, much less Tight Thighs' ass. Self-deception is something Hot Ass preaches, so it is okay. Tight Thighs has good discernment; Tight Thighs will not fall into the trap.

It is okay, Hot Ass. You can keep frying eggs on them, but that's about all they will be. Egg friers. Muahaha.
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WAT SIA. I just received this sms (in chinese, I'm typing it out in hanyupinyin):

+8613147119913
"Zhong guo hua tai ji tuan qing zhu cheng li er shi zhou nian te ju xing chou jiang huo dong gong xi ni zhong le yi deng jiang jiang jing shi shan wan qing yu ling xiao jie ling jiang dian hua: 008613338583829"

No punctuation, nothing. Hm. Roughly translated as..
"The China International Corporation turns 20 this year and a lucky draw is held to celebrate the event. Congratulations on winning the first prize of 13,000 dollars. Please contact Miss Lim (isn't that me?) to receive your prize at: 008....."

My mom says: It's a SCAM.

Hmm, can somebody with free IDD to China try calling the number? If it's real, I'll split 80:20. HAHA.

Happy New Year!

I JUST KNEW THAT something was wrong somewhere. How could I, such a Good person, die at such a tender young age (not that I would mind though)??

So I re-did the quiz. And to my horror... I had read the first question wrongly.

It goes like this:

First and foremost, do you have guy parts or gal parts
_I am a guy
_I am a gal
_Use to have guy parts, now I have gal parts
_A little of both
_Eunuch central here!

But I read it as (don't ask me how):

First and foremost, do you have guy PALS or gal PALS
_I am a guy
_I am a gal
_Use to have guy parts, now I have gal parts
_A little of both
_Eunuch central here!

So my answer...

_A little of both
.
.
.
That figures. I could not possibly die before I see my grandkids eh? Maybe it means that I'd be a spinister all my life! Bahaha. Okay it's back to MEDISOC now.
Critique, how posh.

Bet you didn't know this

The Word of the Day for Feb 25 is:
cabbage
\KAB-ij\ verb : steal, filch

Example sentence:In the late 18th-century play The Reconciliation, Mrs. Grim confesses that she "now and then cabbaged a penny."

Did you know?
Does the "filching" sense of "cabbage" bring to mind an image of thieves sneaking out of farm fields with armloads of pilfered produce?

If so, you're in for a surprise. That "cabbage" has nothing to do with the leafy vegetable. It originally referred to the practice among tailors of pocketing part of the cloth given to them to make garments. The verb was cut from the same cloth as an older British noun "cabbage," which meant "pieces of cloth left in cutting out garments and traditionally kept by tailors as perquisites."

Both of those ethically questionable "cabbages" probably derived from "cabas," the Middle French word for "cheating or theft." The "cabbage" found in cole slaw, on the other hand, comes from Middle English "caboche," which means "head."

(© 2005 by Merriam-Webster, Incorporated)

So you won't look at cabbage (KAB-ij, not KAB-bage) the same way again! Hmm.

Read This; you decide.

Benny Hinn
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I actually enjoy doing Graph Comm.
HURHUR.

Breathe Deep

Every breath I take takes twenty years off my life. Thanks to Juan, our TV STAR, I have dug out the SARS kit NP has so kindly offered us and maximised its use to prevent my lungs from turning black.

Catch Mr. Juan-two-three-may-I-have-coffee-with-you-Russian-miss on CH 8 (they chose the Rightest lecture to crash) at a TV near you, soon. Watch out for a learn-to-speak-chinese show with a certain SPECIAL MENTION about a SPECIAL somebody, leading to the PROCLAMATION of our wonderful course, THANKS to this SWELL GUY who thinks his tennis rocks. Well, he rocked the court's ground with every swipe he made on the ball. Or should I say, air. Just ignore the swearing in the background and hey, we are all nice people. Even better, should they edit out the part. We all now know how they do it. Oh, the joy.

And every thought which comes into my mind about Bauhaus, LocVid, Speechcom and SAB takes another twenty years off my life. Woowhee.

Ooh, I kept a clean sheet (I was the Goalie!) for today's soccer match! The score was 6-1, go figure. HAH. I finally found the secret to not hurting my wrists anymore. Abit late, though. Bah. I am in love with soccer, just not in love with the fact that my ball just wouldn't fly when I whack it.

So Elin and I spotted an Embarrassing piece of paper stuck on the reception counter in the _ _ _ office today. The headline was already enough to make the legendary literature designer Mr. Armani cower in shame (it was not his doing, rest assured), save the 2 MORE grammatical mistakes the great man himself spotted after I solemnly pointed it out to him. Of course, he instantly ordered the disposal of that piece of Embarrasment, and the 2 of us (Elin and I) became the Scotland Yard for that placid glass enclosed crime scene.

I hope that this is doesn't spell the end of my schl career though, as how a certain Mega Star whose ahem, gluteus maximus has the ability to serve tea, engimatically warned me.

Today the Indian Piano Mama had the cheek to ask if she could pay me FIFTEEN DOLLARS instead, since she introduced 2 other piano kids to me. THE CHEEK. I wanted to faint with the wonderful aroma of her home (James' house is 10000x cleaner and brighter and airier), along with her UnUsUal request for me to become her daughty's quarter-time maths tuition teacher (all I have to do is to watch her complete one page of maths before her piano class). Shartup, shartup, shartup. How I wished that RajaAbirami (the sec sch 'english' teacher from who-knows-where) was there to flatten her - earrings, necklace and stingy.

UGH. Aren't we getting tad angsty in here? Well, here is the Fabled Angst Machine for you. Let yourself in, and smash the innards.

Dear Isaac

My deepest heartfelt condolences to you.. Your dad's now safe in God's arms. Be strong, 'cos this life is only temporal. Make sure you strive for your ticket to heaven, where we will all meet together one day soon. Will pray for you.. Take care yup?

We will all be here for you. -Hugs.

justsomethingwhichpoppedintomyhead.

Lift me just to fall
Embrace;
again you become my all
Release your gaze will you please
yet i crumble in half, a cheese pie
leaving My soul shut open
choose one, break another
who
wished that i never
existed
in aleatory -
Hands up.

Hits and Misses

The hit counter has been registering lows recently. I don't know whether to be surprised or disappointed, but the latter certainly isn't existent. Personally, these figures are but digits; just for a show. To me, the blog is for updating on my life and thoughts (of which recently admittedly I never revealed much) for my friends. Of course, I have wondered if my blog is actually 'interesting' or not, then again, how interesting can everyday issues get?
Exaggerating them, making them frightfully splashy or even pure bitching is just not my forte. The whole world may gain access to what I write here, but I certainly do not mind. If not, why set up a public blog in the first place, don't you think?

You would have realised by now that innermost thoughts are seldom, almost never mentioned of, on my blog - unless they are something of not of relevance to personal issues in any way. I do not deny that I am too wary of laying myself bare for the world to nitpick at, yet as a human in reality, I don't really bother about the social standard. What defines the 'social standard'? To conform is mindlessness, to be individualistic results in failure. Ironically, 'nitpick' defines this decadent society of ours, definitely one of which selfishness is an ubiquitous 'virtue' of sorts.
Isn't it always easier to stand and laugh at someone tripping over, and yet be totally oblivious to the fact that you are about to step into a rabbit hole yourself? And when it happens, these cadre of spoilt societal slaves feel all sorry for themselves and demand they be compensated some form or another, an absurd amount they don't deserve.

Welcome to Nit/Pick, the latest reality series (I won't say 'latest', though). Watch the 6.4 billion contestants stranded on various islands separated by bodies of water bitch about anything and everything they're unhappy with their competitors. Get together, form cliques with a common identity, bitch, succeed in bringing the others down, then kill each other. Last man standing wins. The new dictionary includes no such word such as 'morals' and 'values', batteries not included.

Go find your own source of light.

wanderlust

Finally my laptop comes home. The keyboard is now once-again white (and NEW!!) and working. Seems like many others' laptops are giving them problems too recently. So I say,
GO MAC; don't go back.
(Shutup Ian, this is not for you. HEH)

Today's soccer left me with strained arms (don't ask me why) and a cramp-y leg. We played an 11-a-side match, and our team won 3-1, hurhur. I had fun and falls and 2 grass-bruised knees, and I think I've over-exercised. But why is my paunch still visible!? Urgh. Ahh, too much info.

The weather is SO FOT, I was literally bathing in my sweat when I rushed home to bathe and back to school to watch the BEST MOVIE I've ever come across in my entire life, The Red Violin. The movie was simply Beautiful, thought-provoking and Fantastic. It made my eyes pop at this tiny pretty boy wonder whose violin and prodigal talent were a million times larger than his 6 years, and made me regret that I'd ever put down the violin for good. Maybe not for good, but I did waste 8 years of classes.

Was only halfway through the movie when I had to leave to teach piano. 3 classes on a pretty sore throat today; but the 2 new kids are SO CUTE. I almost feel bad because I was on the verge of falling asleep teaching the Indian girl, who was surprisingly slower than usual today.

James, the Korean-American (made me think of my Korean churchmate of the same name who'd left for Korea to study) and Vallesca the Holland-Brazillian. If I can upload their pictures onto my laptop via my handphone, I would put them up. But I can't, so sorry haha. Realised that kids of a different ethnicity certainly do behave differently. James' favourite phrase is "I knew that!", when he doesn't really. Haha. Vallesca has 'troll' hair (she is really really cute) which I had to force myself to keep away from, but she seems really interested in playing. Need to drill their basics hard, though. Basics are Boring, but they are the most essential for good playing. And I learnt it the hard way.. Kids are so pampered nowadays. I was caned to practise.

Am I weakening?

I gave myself a bloody Valentine's Day present. I seem to shower myself with presents during most festive present-y seasons. Go figure.

Gracom and Speechcom are over, for now. Thank God anyway. It was a big mess with mount sprays and whatnot. I can't cut and paste for nuts, seriously, and sometimes I suspect my locomotive skills aren't what they seem to be. Maybe I'll get Parkinsons' Disease soon.

Considering it was 4 hours of work and preparation that I had put in, speechcom surprisingly went rather smoothly for me. My nerves were not wrecking me up (the cramps were), I didn't really follow my speech outline, but I guess my mind was clear. The quality of my speech wasn't much of a bother to me either. I wonder what is wrong with me nowadays.

Tennis (AGAIN!) today, this time at another youth's (Pris) condo. At least my backhand on-target ratio is much better, thanks to Crystal (: My strokes had the ball hitting the rim of the racquet quiet often though, and the power in the stroke got lost. Perhaps I was really hungry - I couldn't really control my muscles well today. I'm still kind of shaking. That's why the Parkinson's Disease. But it was a really good 2 hours of play. I'm satisfied.

The mood swings are getting at me, and I shouldn't be taking them out on others.

Happy Friendship Day

To the people who have played a Wonderful part in my life (you know who you are) :
I REALLY thank God for each and everyone of you. (:

Today, I can boast about one thing - I've NEVER celebrated Valentine's Day (how do you 'celebrate' it ah?) before!! Wheeeee.
It is called 'Friendship Day' in my book. Well, so what did I do today?

I was caught having a nice little touchy-feely with a mounting board in school. Bah, the trouble I got into! Ohwell, it was worth it anyway. :D

After 5 hours of sweat, blood and glue (no connotations, sorry to disappoint), I rewarded myself with a trip to Heerens and thereafter 6 trips walking back and forth between the 2 NewUrbanMale shops, before deciding on 3 pairs of Havaianas, one each for the brother and sister and me. Hurhur.

Had (unexpected) a good dinner with a relatively-new mystery friend, and that's all I'm gonna say.

I need to start speechcom NOW.

I just knew that the Nike tennis berms I bought 2 years ago would come in real handy finally. It must have been wondering why I kept it in the cupboard for ages before suddenly being washed at least once a week. Ha.

Today's tennis sucked. My strokes were very inconsistent - not that I'm that good - it's just the knowing that you could have done better but you didn't. That's me when it comes to sports - enjoyment comes mostly in the satisfaction of having had a good game, where I'd have performed up to my own expectations. Ahh, another thing you know about me now.

Everything seems really colourless to me nowadays; and I'm sorry if I'm being irksome. It's not an excuse to snap at will, but I am trying to control the inner demons.

On a lighter note -
The pictures below are taken in Eve's acoustic gig. I'm really really proud of her! She did really well (:
But 6 bands, FORTY-FIVE minutes each = too draggy. After the 3rd band, the crowd diminished. My muscles were in half-spasms due to the low temperature and I was pretty groggy. Then I learnt that perseverance pays. The last band of the night was Dreams of Day Architecture is this 6-piece band, whose members are around mid-20s. And they are no ordinary wannabe-band, 'cos they play fusion-influenced music!! Juan was gushing about the Bassist's wonderful playing, smooth bass line, ghost notes and all; I was really impressed by the lead guitarist (who reminds me of John Lennon somehow) and the violinist (they had a violinist!!! it's not easy, that instrument) and... The whole band lah. They were superbly tight, fantastic groooooooove (that usually does it for me), terrific instrumentalists - what more can I say?

They can really give Electrico a run for their money. No, make that a dash. Their genres are different, but when it comes to the finer details of music and musicians, comparison is certainly valid.

Okay I'm tired. Gracom is due tomorrow, and I am crossing my fingers for a B.
I'm really really drained.

Boo.



Oh yes I'm SUPER proud of you. (:

Twice

Ever since I knew the meaning of having thinner skin, 'tis the season I always wonder how my unmarried, older and working relatives or friends feel when they receive red packets. Somehow this season is suspiciously SDU-ish, that those of marriageable age but not yet married or attached will be questioned endlessly by relatives and pressured into getting a partner, just for the sake of having them shut up. Then again, it backfires - why should they give their hard-earned money to a bunch of noisy my-gosh-look-at-their-manners (or the lack of it) kids who leave handprints and ant-carcasses behind on walls and carpets? Alright, all in the name of festive cheer it is, but one thing I've learnt is that you should never second guess Singaporeans.

Considering the lack of festivity I smell in the air (does the burning of hellnotes count?) and the number of houses I've visited (THREE!), this year's total collection of the usual mostly-purple notes was much of a surprise (but $4 is just... Inauspicious, don't you think?). This ancient, exclusively-chinese custom of us unmarried ones receiving angpaos from married ones puts my acting skills to the test. Upon receiving a red packet ("both hands!"), the sensory-neurons at the tips of our fingers discreetly survey the edges of the folds of the hidden note. Here's where the facial muscles get put to the twitch-test. You try to suppress any movement of skin, no matter if the sensors scream thin or thick. If it's thin, one hopes that it is a red note; if it is thick, one hopes that they are red notes too, but is satisfied with purple or even better, green. Blue is practically unheard of. In my family, anyway. If it's somewhere in between.. Scoot off to a quiet corner (or toilet) to satsify that burning curiosity.

Just read my brother's friend's blog, and his account of turning his nose up at purple notes (it was in jest, yes, but he IS grossly rich after all), ironically, made me treasure all the fresh, crisp purple notes even more. I gave them all to my mother and it DOES fufill my promise in my previous post.

I'm surprised that this year I did not even bother to take a peek into any of the red packets I received - not even when I was safely out of range nor in the car. I opened them only last night.

My sis was beside me, pointing out who gave which angpao. It was rather amusing yet a tad worrying to note that she could remember which relative gave how much, and which cousin did not receive red packets from which relative (they were discussing in a room). You can't cheat kids when it comes to money. Or maybe it's only my sister, but still. And boasting that she received 3 more angpaos than me, because she visited one more house than me (I was at home doing SAB and complaining about the weather).

I don't know if the travesty of lightning striking twice on the same spot has happened to you before, but when it does it certainly makes one feel strangely weird. Or weirdly strange, for the matter. Two years ago, the eldest cousin I have, gave me a red packet which set off alarms in me. She's an ex-air stewardess with Cathay and 38 this year, and she'd better not be reading this. When I accepted that cute angpao with a sticker on the back, I managed an act-laidback "Happy New Year!" and as soon as her back turned, slid down the couch to sneak a peek. Almost immediately, I bounced back up and announced, "Ah Yi (not auntie, her pet name)!! Did you give me the wrong packet?" She turned around, looked at the angpao I was holding high up in the air (too high up, perhaps), and flushed a red a similar shade as the darned square.

"Ahh yes yes, sorry ah." She tried to keep a smile. "This is meant for Chloe.."

Chloe's her favourite niece, which means she is one of my nieces too. The oldest niece I have, 6 years old this year I think. I have 2 nephews and 4 nieces, one of which I realised existed just last night. Anyhow, I didn't have to be told to know that what I just did was downright embarrassing.. For the other party. Firstly, I ain't supposed to be peeping into the angpao and secondly, I could have been more discreet about it. You gain some, you lose some.

This year, amongst all the red, I instantly noticed a very pretty red packet with gold motifs embossed on it when it was being given to me by one of my uncles' wives. I digress, but uncle's wives sound as though my uncle has many wives. Complimenting its prettiness as I received it ("Both hands, standing!"), I was too absorbed in admiring the details on it, rather than having the 'sensor' on. The next moment, it was in my handbag to be together with all the other angpaos.

So I was counting the bling, and this particular angpao happened to be the 2nd last unopened one of my miserable collection. Mom was chatting with me, the sister was scrutinizing my earnings, and I suddenly sensed that I had an extra few red notes on my counting hand. It wasn't the money already out. I knew who was the 'unlucky' relative, bless her soul, who gave me that packet - most likely not on purpose (my dad gave a brilliant reason but I shall not reveal it here in case of embarrassment) since I'm not very close to her - and I didn't feel all that wonderfully-surprised and happy. Just that scratching-head-heh-heh feeling, where you feel nothing but.. weird.

Lucky? Somehow I feel a sense of foreboding. Didn't do anything to receive such perks, but ahwell. I have already learnt that monetary gains are not everything. This world is temporal, and I will store up my riches in Heaven instead.

I shall now go indulge in the finer culinary areas of life; in a bowl of thick porridge water.

Maybe I shan't resist some plum wine.

CNY : day 2

It's the 2nd day of CNY, and I bet most of you are still outside collecting money and laughing your asses to the bank. So what if you're shaking like a money tree? I bet you're shaking with sweat, too. The weather outside, I'm positively sure, is 45 degrees Celsius and I'm SHAKING on my bed due to air-con (one of the best inventions ever, you must agree), doing SAB.
And completing SAB!! WOOHOO.

That's one down, and Graphcomm and Speechcomm left to tackle. Argh. I had to whine, procrastinate, flop on my bed and smack my sister in the butt before I could pull myself to start coming up with a 3-page Marketing Strategy to promote the Aqualiner's 'food-at-your-ship-step' business. Our idea rocks, no? It's the first-of-its-kind, so all you entreprenuer-wannabes can jolly well sod off 'cos we have a ruddy big market to tap into. Remember, you saw it HERE first.

I hate weather and temperature changes. It makes my nose go mad, and my blood turn viscous. Nah la, I just have a harder time adapting to sudden temperature changes. I always recorded 35.9deg during the SARS outbreak. I'm cold-blooded, whee.
You know how they cook frogs? You throw them into boiling water. They won't be able to adapt to the temperature, and they will be cooked ALIVE.
That's how you can kill me too!

Bahaha what an auspicious post for the New Year. That's why this post is in RED to neutralise the sway-ness. I'm rubbing myself red with the miserable amount of money collected this year, and I'm turning red with the weather too.
It's so Hot, Malfoy's hair seems cold.

ARGH, I BEH TAHAN A-LEDDY!!

HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR la!

CNY
It's almost 930am now and I am waiting to go to church for service.

Last night's reunion dinner at my 2nd uncle's meant Really Good Food (and PLUM WINE!). Whee. It was a steamboat/pot luck, and we gathered around a large table (my mom has 8 brothers and a sister) in the porch. Fresh scallops still attached to their shells, sharks' fin soup, fresh oysters.. tons of my favourite food.... But NO abalone. I realised that the moment I sat down. Yeah, I'm a skank. What happened to the abalone??
My aunt forgot to bring the cans up. She had bought over 20 cans, all stored downstairs, and whee, she only realised that she plain forgot about them AFTER dinner. Hurr.
Okay, I admit that I eat everything. I love to have a good meal. Especially delicacies. Tie me up to a chair and place them on a table in front of me, and I'll transform into The Hulk-tress.
And that's about the only thing I enjoy about CNY.

I don't like going around to houses crowded with people just to squeeze my butt into space and smile and watch tv like an idiot. I like to play mahjong and cards, but my relatives don't gamble nor have mahjong sets (we aren't allowed to gamble), so the only thing I look forward to is going home. K lah, eat first then go home. Hurr.
The last incentive, money. But I don't feel too good about this year's takings. Intending to give half to my parents anyway.

Ohwell, I'm a smarmy git, ain't I? But this year, I have seriously no mood whatsoever. School assignments are enough to kill. RAHH.

5 kg, here I come!!
Hopefully the weekly tennis sessions will do wonders.

Eh seems like almost nobody understood Saturday's post. Bah.
My 'secret' is that I'm e newswriter lah?
The fans are SLY SIM's fans.
But the thing is my mom's surname is LEE
So its not me.

GETTIT? GETTIT?

Ha.

tak mau

I'm going to Cambodia in April,
away from this place teeming with sadness, disappointment and excruciating pain.
Too bad it'll be only for 3 weeks.

I remember a promise made awhile back;
but it can't be fufilled anymore.
I remember every word.
But I'm throwing them out of my memory from now.


I'm moving on from this
Throwing all these behind me
Give me a kiss goodbye love
And away I shall flee

I have a secret; a confession to make.
.
.
But should I? It's really serious.
.
.
.
I think a lot of people have found out about it.
.
.
.
And I mean A LOT. Everybody who is literate, will know.
.
.
.
There goes my privacy.
My cover is blown.
.
.
If I have hurt anyone in the process, I'm sorry.
Especially to the FANS of the 'main rival', who seem to be blinded by his on-stage charisma and talent.
.
.
Which is seemingly uncomparable to..my subject.

SIGH.
What on earth am I talking about??

Well....
Did you guys see this article on yesterday's LIFE! ? :D

ST LIFE!, 04022005, Frontpage

TAUFIK ON YOUR WRIST
Singapore Idol Taufik Batisah has his own special Swatch packaging. BENITA LEE takes a sneak peek.
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WAHAHAHA.

Just one more thing, though.

My mom's surname is LEE.

...

-runs. :D

1:04pm
HELPPPPPPPP.

My laptop is STILL AT MEL.
It will only be ready AFTER CHINESE NEW YEAR. And they said 4 days?! LIARS!! Assignment is due ON WEDNESDAY!! HELP!

I'm desperately downloading Photoshop CS trial version now, but it seems to be taking SUPER LONG. URGH.

I don't know anyone who lives near me who has Photoshop on their computers at my disposal.

HELPPPPP!! Boohoo.
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1:40pm
DIEDIEDIE I JUST REALISED THAT MY BRO'S OS DOESNT SUPPORT PHOTOSHOP!!
MAJOR SCREWED!!
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1:55pm
Okay. Annie's lending me her laptop!!!
I LOVE ANNIE.
YAY!! Annie ROCKS!! mUaCkZz*!!
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2:45pm
Just blew 10 bucks on cab fare, to Annie's and back. I almost died of car-sickness can. I understand why they say female drivers are the worst in the world. When I first got on the cab, she started moving off without watching the road and ALMOST knocked down an angmoh cyclist. Wah, I don't want to be hauled to the station to be a witness sia. I just want to get the laptop and DO MY FREAKING ASSignment!!

She was a sweet old lady of around 50+ who didn't know where 'NJC' was, till I said the full acronym :( And she dragged the gears like nobodies' business (I feel for the taxi) and whacked the brakes for fun and I remember holding onto Annie's lappie praying to just get out of the car alive. Urgh, I still feel sick.
When I get my car (NOT taxi) I will change that stereotype, I will!!

But okay lah! I shall not complain. Cos I'm saved!!

I still need to download Photoshop, though. Annie's com doesn't have it and her trial period's over. Rahh.

THANK YOU ANNEY AGAINY ALRIGHTY!

Five Guidelines to Obedience
-adapted from 'A Young Woman after God's own Heart', Elizabeth George, 2004

1. Concentrate on doing what is right.

When we do not know what the right thing to do..

don't do anything! Take time to pray, ask God for guidance, think, search the Scriptures, and ask advice from someone more mature in Christ. Proverbs 3:5 - "And lean not on your own understanding"!

Do acknowledge God. "in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight" (Proverbs 3:6).

Do ask for wisdom. James 1:5 - "If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God...and it will be given to him."

2. Cease doing what is wrong.

The moment you think or do contrary to God's heart, STOP immediately. If it's gossip, stop. If there's a spark of anger in your heart, stop before you act on it. If you've spoken an unkind word, stop before you speak another.

3. Confess any wrong

Acknowledge in your heart that what you did is wrong. After all, as the Bible says, "if we claim to be without sin, we deceive ourselves"(1 John 1:8,9) Confess and forsake the sin!

4. Clear things up with others

God doesn't want us to offer anything to Him until we've made things right with our brothers and sisters. Then, after we've settled our matters we may come and offer Him our gift of worship. (Matt 5:23-24)

5. Continue on as soon as possible

God's word directs us, lifts us up, dusts us off, refreshes and sets us back on His path. We should stop wallowing and to be "forgetting what is behind" so that we can spend our energy "straining toward what is ahead" (Philippians 3:13-14). It's true that we must remember the lessons learned through failure. But it's also true that we must not fail to go on.
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This morning I again confessed my sins and gave my burdens to God. Many things have happened in my life again recently, and I shall leave justice to God's doing. I wash my hands off everything which is making me feel so sick and tired.
Keep praying for me!

thumper

Last night, Thumper almost made me die of 2 things - asphyxation and waiting.
Jon, Danny, Liz, Isaac, XB, Gwen, me. Was a pretty last minute decision to go down, and a flurry of ID searching prior to that. We passed, though! Ha. Thank goodness the bouncer didn't ask me for my IC number, cos I forgot to memorise it. XB took my brother's super old paste-sticker-stamp bus pass, hurhur. He got one of the numbers switched while reciting it, but I think it was too dark for the bouncer to see the numbers that clearly lah. Ha.

Juan's performance was slated to start at 9pm, and after much rushing and cabbing, RAFE performed at 11pm. Before them, Fly Entertainment was having this fund-raising thing for the tsunami victims. This excellencyfromIndonesia gave a nice little speech which lasted for 10 minutes and 1000 words, which all the glam people present were trying hard to seem afixated to his every word. I was observing them half the time, and boy, I don't wanna be like them.
No choice, I guess, being under public scrutiny (ha!) most of the time. They need to put on a facade, some oh-I'm-so-confident mask, because they know that they are being watched. Sigh, I smelt plastic burning everywhere.

Do I have to be like that when I go out into the working world? I feel quite repulsed to think of that. It's going on everywhere, too, so ohwell. I can't wait to go back to my Father's place.

Anyhow, the celebrities there were Irene Ang, Jaime Teo, Amy Cheng and after some performances by some over-hyped newbie, Magdalene See (Sia whatever, it was nothing spectacular anyway. Eve can do a better job!), and Amy Cheng (nothing special either), it was finallyyyyyyyyyyy..... on to some auctions. Bah.

The Nokia 6170 was up for 300 dollars ONLY. ONLY!! Yeah, the stainless steel one. ARGH. It was successfully bidded for 370 (HALF the usual price!) I think, much to my dismay. Okay I have a new phone already, so I shall shut up. If it were me, I'd buy it and resell it at twice the bid price la.
($.$) <- this looks real glam huh. Rah. And yes'm, it dragdragdraggggeddd on. Irene Ang is a pretty good entertainer, for one, and she isn't as fat as she looks on TV. She was in this uber low-cut black dress, ha. Dang did I just say uber? Lemme digress - I just realised that we tend to address celebrities by their full names.

SO. After Irene Ang takes another 10 minutes to auction herself off for a date with this angmoh for $430 and another 10 minutes to auction Jaime Teo off for $500 to another angmoh (he jacked up the bid, thank goodness), and it

WAS.

Another round of lucky draws. WHEE!

Don't you simply adore suspense? Hmm.
$300 Bobbi Brown hampers were won (surprisingly all males), $300 Esprit Vouchers, $60 dunno-wat-vouchers, more vouchers, more vouchers and more voucherrrrrrrrrrrrrs!
(Yes, we were feeling exactly the same as how you're feeling reading this)

Wasn't too appreciative of Irene Ang and the emcees referring to the people sitting at our side (mostly supporters of RAFE, Zhen and Syawla Evol) as MacDonald Kids. So what if we are younger? Don't let me catch any of you eating McD's at anyone time, if not I'll stuff the fries up your nose. Yeah yeah in jest, but look at the uppity-high-and-mighty faces of the crowd. Pompompom.

I entertained myself during the whole waiting process, and RAFE was literally half-asleep, haha. No, their gig wasn't part of fund-raising, so the 'stars' left the place after their 'function'. The band was pretty tight, very nice (: BUT the soundman was horrible. Think high-and-mighty again. Juan was complaining, but what to do aye. Syawla Evol has a really nice groove to their songs, good musicians, but a bit overload on their respective parts. It still sounds good, just the overload. Zhen? The soundman killed their set. Their influences border a lot on heavy rock, and they have really good musicians. Just not too radio-friendly. Someone should just go kill the soundman la.

The gig ended at around 12midnight. After mingling around for awhile, I got out of that place finally with stinging eyes. Bah. Me, Juan, XB and Isaac hung outside Far East for a drink and talks after sending Liz off. Eve couldn't make it because of a certain figure who went 'no no no no no' on the phone (I heard it myself, and yes 5 times exactly).

RAFE's album will be out mid-March! Go buy it! They do have substance, yessir. (:

Going to Thumper! Juan's performing again. Hurr. Hopefully no more re-playing of Zouk if not I'll oath to overtake all these clubs one day and make them out of money. Not that I like clubbing, but grr.

Anyhow, the Indian mama has finally made herself good. She introduced 2 other kids to me, those in her estate. WHEE. One Korean (I was supposed to be taking him last time but hey, it came round!), one American. The American mama is quite pretty, but she reminds me more of a porn actress. Hurhur. She whipped out 50bucks as soon as she came home as downpayment. COOL! I like her already. :D

I'm laughing all the way to the bank! Okay la, grinning only. That makes it... 200 odd a month. Yay. Praying hard for more, and hopefully the kids are nice. The American seems rich, though. Her wallet was Fendi, the handphone was the latest Motorola Vdunowat. Wanted to charge more, but knowing that they'd not be too happy if they found out that I'm charging them more, so the Brilliant one told them that I'd increase as their standard goes up. :D

:D

not so soon

I'm crossing my fingers for a pass.. Apparently I didn't study the other book (there WAS an 'other book'!), and the short answer questions all came out there. Ha. Conglomeration and globalization, goodness. I had no idea it had anything to do with media companies. What was my answer? Something to do with the spreading of message, I think.
Uh, whee.

Today is pool day! Ha. Played with Juan after lunch with the others. 5 out of 7! Wahaha :D Joined Sylvester, Alex and Wenyao at Mambo for another round in the evening, saw Timothy and his locvid groupmates there too. We were chased away after 2 hours 'cos NUS was having some pool fest thing over there. Hmph.
I almost killed Alex by 3 balls!! The stupid black ball constipated itself at the middle pocket lah can. Took only 2 cues to clear table. Whee, orgasmic! HURHUR. But bah, lost in the end (Alex you were damn stressed right). Hahaha aiyah wasted lah. Alex is one tough nut to crack, and I almost succeeded!

Aye, seems like I've been playing pool more often nowadays. Need to train more on thinking my shots and placing.. I'm usually focusing more on my angles and cueing. One step at a time.
Haven't touched snooker in a pretty long while. Realised that my playing style is much more snooker than pool. The strokes, that is. But nevermind, shan't bore with the details.

5 weeks to the end of the sem!! SO FAST. This means that the projects are gonna be due real soon. Tomorrow we gotta do editing, then its SAB marketing plan (not again) and soon it'll be time for some Bauhaus celebration package to end it all.
Urgh, better start managing my time properly.
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My gastric pains acted up pretty bad today, ugh. Is there a cure for it? I think my stomach walls are half-corroded.