Thursday, December 29, 2005

lesson #272: my new year resolutions

HA! Just joking. I don't think I will make any new year resolutions. I just know I'm gonna break every single one of them due to laziness. If there's one thing I want to improve most on, and it is within my capabilities to do so, that is my body. I've got to get it back in shape! Rarrr. But that shan't be a new year resolution. That shall be a timeless vow I make to myself. For good bodies aren't a state, they're a process (haha, quoting AIS - nerd-dom alert!). This timeless vow is effective as of this very moment, and the first step I'm gonna take will be to play tennis with Uncle G who has only ever played tennis once.

HA! Finally a sport that I shall surpass him in. He'd only played once before while I... Well. Ahem. Had taken tennis lessons like any other posh Indo kids back home. Like any other posh, male Indo kids back home. I was the only girl who'd taken the lessons and thus I HATED every moment of tennis. The boys will just mock me, mock my name, mock my ignorance of console games, and make me feel like being a girl is so uncool. All in good sport, I know, but the icky feeling is there anyways. Oh dear somebody slap me out of this childhood trauma! Aaack!

Well, spent yesterday night at a dinner party with G's friends. It was OK. I have been to far more awkward engagements... Like the dentist's... HAHA. Seriously though, it was all right even though I wasn't completely myself. Wasn't completely as bubbly and blunt as I could be because these are not my peeps. Have to be careful and tread around them so as not to leave a bad impression. Imagine you're walking on an uneven road after the rain and there are like puddles of rain water around and you've got to avoid them. It'd definitely be hard for you to walk normally while trying to avoid splashing yourself.

Luckily enough, G behaved like the perfect gentleman. Not leaving my side and deserting me to fend for myself. He was also pretty subdued, which put less pressure on me to keep up with his usual chattiness.

But of course, we had a quarrel before the party.

Anybody knows if shops in JB will be closed on the 31st? Planning to drive over there and walk around for a bit.

Monday, December 26, 2005

lesson #275: duck! and sing carols while you're at it

WARNING: bigass post takes long to download. Please go for a facial / Javanese massage / five-course dinner / double-date / colonic irrigation while waiting.


Xmas dinner with the girls. Supposed to go to Anna's place but due to unforeseen circumstances we couldn't. Babe, I feel soooo bad for you and your mum!


This is Acid Bar.


Anna and the Xmas tree.

The interior was nice! But sad to say the staff were rather rude. They made our dinner feel so choked as they constantly pop by and ask us plenty of nonsensical questions. For example, they made it so hard for us when we wanted to get seats. Is it really necessary to discuss in full length as to which seats we should be allocated to, since we were the ONLY patrons then?

Secondly, the waitress promptly came to ask what drinks we were ordering before we even could settle down. And then different waitresses popped by to ask again, several times. Hell, give us time to make up our minds can? Are you really afraid that we won't order anything? I think we were dressed up enough, thank you!

Then we wanted to order a jug of margarita, but after consulting with the managress AGAIN, the waitress came back to say we must order two jugs at once as one jug only fills four glasses, while they need all six of us to make our first drink orders promptly. What. The. Hell? She then wandered over again to ask us to produce our ICs, as we looked too young. The cutoff age is 18, and fuck me if I look that young! Then when Anna requested for the second jug to be served later, the waitress had the cheek to acclaim, "Alamak!" Eh, no need to be so rude. Why can't you just apologise and say that the margarita's already made? We are bloody paying customers, and if you don't appreciate us just fuck off.

The food arrived and all was good. We girls started chatting and being all gossipy but then these two girls who had settled down at the table behind us started staring at us repeatedly. Like, hello? What is your problem? And they were pretty blatant because Fen and Syd noticed them staring too. Guess they were just envious that we were having a much better time than they were. Or maybe they've never seen such a group of hot girls before. HA.

Anyway since they served us the two jugs fast, we had to drink 'em fast before the blended ice started melting. So we finished the drinks pretty quickly. After two hours filled with much laughter and thoughtful discussions eg. on boys' kissing techniques, we were visited by the friendly staff again who kindly asked us if there were any more drink orders. We said no and went on chatting.

A few moments later another waitress glided over and asked the same thing. We repeated our answer.

Finally ANOTHER ONE came and said we need to give them more drink orders, or they'll be forced to let the table out. What-the-fuck. We were only there for two hours, and we spent a hell of a lot of money, and this is how they're treating us? Luckily we refused to budge so the poor waitress told us she will consult with her NICE managress. Then another waitress, the Alamak waitress, came over and tried to explain to us.

Anna: But I don't understand why you all insist that we must order more drinks. We already ordered a lot of drinks and we ordered food!

Alamak waitress: Yes. But you see ah miss, today is a public holiday, so... *long pause* And we need to like... *long pause* Ya... so it's like that one you see.

Me: Ha?

Sorry but I totally and honestly don't understand what the fuck she was trying to say.

Oh well then the lackeys gave up and the managress came and the funniest thing was she said, "My staff told me you wanted to see me?" Huh? Err no, we don't think so. I think it's YOU who want to see US because you want to tell us to leave. Anyway, Anna gave her a good scolding. So all is good. The reason that she gave us for requiring us to order/leave is because we don't have any drinks on our table. And that Acid's potential customers will ask why they can't go in and occupy our table since we were just idling anyway. But there was NO potential customer waiting outside. And we DID have a drink on our table, which was Fen's glass which hadn't yet been cleared.

Ah, whatever. If they think this incident spoiled our night, then they are fucking dumbasses. Because it acted like fuel to our bitching, so thank you very much, Acid Bar for your foolish treatment of potential regular customers. Speaking of which, customers are ALWAYS right. And we weren't even being difficult. We didn't change our orders or ask for our food to be re-cooked or anything. So peeps, don't bother going to Acid unless you want to witness retardation first-hand.

On with the photos!


Syd made us truffles. Disclaimer: Sydney is an exceptional case hence do not expect your girlfriends to be as talented in baking as she is.


Me with the Queen of Queens.


With Fen!


My bigass (chicken) breast. The fries were crisp and nice.


Syd's open beef burger was yummy.


Kun's pizza and Fen's green curry (which was awesome).


Taken earlier on, as me and Syd were waiting for the rest to come. Looking lovely with the new fringe which she herself beautified.


End of the night for Syd. But the five of us went on to No 5 to entertain Fen's friend Tracy's friends. I don't know if it's just me or what, but it kinda feels like we were geisha trying to entertain peeps we don't even know, driven by the guilt that drinks were paid by them (tho we only ordered sparkling water which did NOT sparkle). Think I've been reading too much Memoirs of a Geisha. Almost finished my third reading - any good books to recommend?

Spent Xmas Eve with Gary at the beach. After church ended for me at around 10.15 pm, I rushed home to change into shorts and met him (he'd waited for me since 10!) and then we drove to Sentosa. Brought along a bottle of Sheridan's. We settled down on a wooden bench and drank to Christmas.


He said he wore the polo tee because it was what he'd worn on our first date.


Whatalousydrinker.


Have I mentioned? Gone for an express pedi with Jing. I love her deep red colour, but mine's pretty funky too, methinks.


During MJ at Mike's. That dark-skinned creature next to me is him, by the way. Not Gollum. HAHA. He was so tired after being outfield that he fell asleep and we had to wait for Sleeping Beauty to wake up before starting the game.


I LOVE this picture. The colours turned out so nice, superior to my Casio. Meh... I'm gonna be a traitor and convert into Canon-worshipping as soon as I can.

Uncle G bought me something back from HK. Well he better did after spending so much down there.


Meet my rotund Donald Duck. I call him Ducky for short.


Check out his fly tattoo, yo. Ducky says, "Yo man it cost my man Gary $900 to get me this freakin' tattoo man at that tattoo place called This Knee LAN man but it is DA BOMB. You gots to love him man."


Ducky is an intellectual fellow. Ducky says, "Dem geisha are tiiiight."


Ducky likes to sleep. Ducky says, "Yo man turn out the lights and let me sleep man."


He prefers the sideways position. Ducky says, "Zzz."


Here, Ducky is contently reading the poem which came together with him in a DIY box. Ducky says, "Whatever man I can't read this shit."


Sometimes, Ducky longs to escape the drudgery of living in a bed and wistfully hope for freedom. Ducky says, "Love, peace, and freedom man. You gots to live by those. And some weed ya."


And then Ducky lost his balance. And then he fell. He fell long and he fell hard towards the bottomless pit that is my floorboard. Ducky says, "Trippin'."

Sunday, December 25, 2005

lesson #265: i wish you love

Merry Xmas!!! And a Happy Nude Year!!! Haha. Yes, my mood has lifted up slightly though no news of the pay has come. Well it is Christmas after all, so I figured no point being a wet soggy blanket for now. I'll start croaking about it again tomorrow. Ye hath been warnth! Or something.

So many things I have procrastinated from doing. Haven't studied for Final Theory properly and the evaluation is in two days. Also have not got round to reading up on how to write CVs and cover letters and the like. Well, all in good time.

Have been complaining that I'm a loser with no life, but I've just realised that for the past few days I've continuously gone out 'til late. I guess I feel the numbness during the day as all of the activities occur at night. And tonight it's gonna be another late-nighter! Outing with the clubbing babes. I'd say outing with the Emix dancers, 'xcept it's not really an Emix outing, 'cos not all are Emixers. I'd say outing with the dance babes, 'xcept not all are dancers. So no, it is not an Emix or dance thing. It's just an outing with a group of girl friends, out of which some just happen to be Emixers / dancers.

Was the big loser at mahjong the other day. Tho I see it as paying Mike back for eating loads and loads of his macadamia chocs and pistachio nuts and chiffon cake. Ha. VVVV - send me the photos! Speaking of which. I don't get why Mr M likes to cross swords with me so much. Is it because of our Council background? Not that I mind, and hell if I feel insulted. But I find it curious. I guess he's just still the biggest curly-haired big-nostrilled loud-mouthed bushy-browed poo-faced hippopotamus that I've ever known. Pardon me, VVVV. I'm sure that you also view Uncle G as more of a monkey-on-steroids than a Prince Charming.

Anyway, had my first and very possibly last ever brush at acting. Came for a student film audition to help out in Uncle G's friend's final year project. My audition is sort of combined with Uncle G's. I had to act out the part of a Vietnamese bride and him, the gigolo hired to be my physical companion. Hint hint. I have to admit it's a very interesting and creative script. The director told me I'd have to dye my hair black. I rather hysterically said no, so hopefully with my bad acting I shall never again embrace that Vietnamese role and the gigolo that comes with it.

I actually have been thinking of colouring my hair a more natural brown as it's looking pretty too darn orange for my liking. I've had rather enough of workers in trucks horning at me and scary driving instructors asking for my MSN email. I want a less approachable look. But still, when ordered by someone else to change my hair colour (eg during the audition), I balked and defended my current colour which goes to show the psychological effect an order has. I guess I just like to be contrary. I like to think that I alone decide things for myself and that no one has a part to play in my physical / mental being.

Blah blah blah. Wrote such a long and boring entry! Oh well. Will put up pictures next time. Ta-ta for now!

Saturday, December 24, 2005

lesson #192: give me moolah or i'll terrorize you to death

Have been waiting for my TA pay for fucking ages. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with SMU. Have even contacted the Finance Dept and got a reply that they were supposedly looking into the matter. Pssh. Every single time I tried calling the guy up he never picked up. And he's replied to only my first e-mail, sent eons ago and ignored the follow-ups in which I requested for an update as to what is going on.

Dear SMU. IT IS ONLY FUCKING $500. You've got loads more money from students paying ever-increasing tuition fees and from the poor Kopi Tiam vendors, and you can't even give me $500?? Oh no wait, it's $499.50 as they want to avoid paying CPF.

Fucking hell I need this amount of money. It really sucks to be broke during Christmas time, and all because they wouldn't let me have my money. When you know you can't spend nuts you really stop looking forward to parties and outings (for which you know you'd need to incur costs). I fucking can't even buy decent Christmas tokens because of this 'unfortunate delay'.

Give me my fucking money. Fucking hell. Think I'll have to resort to calling continuously until the bloody guy picks up.

Don't go on your fucking holiday before processing my TA pay!!!

Fucking busified my already heavy school days answering random MA questions and now for all the bloody effort I put in they can't even condescend to pay me in time.

Feel fucking shittified.

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

lesson #184: "whatever happened between us?"

Isn't it sad that two people who once had a special connection with each other can, a few years later, not even be on speaking terms? Not out of spite or angst, mind you. It is simply the gradual process of losing touch that I'm talking about.

Think of say, your ex. Wasn't it great, what you had? Wasn't it great while it lasted? Didn't you feel like you could spend the rest of your life with each other just snuggling close and gazing deep into each other's eyes. What happened there? Why are you not even friends anymore? Oh sure, for a while after the breakup there will still be some contact being made. But slowly but surely, the calls and messages dwindled. Efforts to meet up lessened. And suddenly, you find your ex disappearing from your life forever. That ex who had painted your life in rainbows for a span of one or two or even more years is now gone.

And how about your ex-best friend? The one you used to spend two hours chatting on the phone with. Remember the unstoppable bursts of laughter inititated by God-knows-what? Remember when you used to think that you've found your soul mate and how you feel so safe knowing you have one true friend? Where is that best friend now? You went your separate ways, go into different schools, best friend may have gone overseas. For a while after the distance was created, you were still chummy, weren't you. You still met up during Christmas holidays and exchange long-awaited birthday presents, which then also acted as Christmas presents. You had a great time during the catch-up session, but did you feel a bit like you've got nothing much to say? That so many things have happened since you two last caught up that you didn't know where to start, and then there were too many (trivial?) things left unsaid? And then this year, you thought about that ex-best friend and asked to meet up. Somehow, the meeting didn't materialize. Clash of schedules. You're both busy people. Too busy to make time for an old friend?

How about your long-lost neighbour? The one you used to exchange comic books with. You used to play fight together. You destroyed his ninja turtle! Where's he now? What's he doing? Where has that innocence in fun gone to?

How about your old clique at school? The one whose members are now MIA, scattered about. Some stayed, some went to other places. Everybody forgot everybody else.

How about your parents? You used to wait up for them to come home from work. You couldn't wait to play with them! But they were too tired. You kept your hopes up for a while, and then you gave up. You stopped waiting up for them. Ten years later, they're now waiting up for you to come home in the middle of the night.

Time makes fools of all of us. It's so sneaky in making us forget. In the midst of the everyday hustle and bustle, we don't even realize what we've lost.

Monday, December 19, 2005

lesson #253: california fitness is the devil's

I'm not sure what image Cali is trying to portray. Is it one where the members are treated as one big happy family? Because whatever the staff exude, it's not family bonds. Try intimidating, unfriendly and unnecessarily commercialized for starters. For example, dude, we don't need some big muscular guy to tell us that we are too fat and need to exercise. It just sounds very patronizing. And we DON'T need to know all the advertisement spiel that comes out of the big muscular guy's mouth, that spiel that lasts for one hour. It's just so draggy and mundane!

And honestly, once you've become a member, is it really necessary to ask for identification AGAIN on top of showing the membership card? Like, hello. You are not a hoity-toity celebrity night club! No matter what you think, Jackie Chan is NOT an endorser of 'coolness'.

And what's up with the female shower/changing room?? The toilets inside are decorated with signs that say "please do no use this toilet as a changing room as a courtesy to other users". Yeah, okay. So we're only allowed to pee and shit in there, and we can only shower in the showers, so the only way we COULD change is to do it in front of every other female in the room outside of the lockers. I don't know about you, but I find that very demeaning. It's not a very nice sight to find women, old and young, thin and fat, baring all. Walking around with just a towel wrapped around their nekkid bodies. And really baring the boobs and baring *down there* when they need to put on their bras and panties. And c'mon. Not all of them are babes. Some are really quite nasty unless you're into what G termed 'fat-momma fetish'.

I had to cancel on Jing on going to Cali tomorrow because of a last-minute urgency, and she said she didn't think she'll go without me, which totally echoes my thoughts. I'd never go to Cali alone. It's way too scary and outer-spacey in there.

And I really hate the big dumb muscular guys (who look more disgusting than hot, by the way). It's as if their muscles have totally eaten their brains out that they can't even string together one lucid sentence, hence conversing with them is like going back to kindergarten and repeating the whole "this is an apple, that is an ant" routine.

But what I hate the most is how they BEG you to give them your friends' contacts so that they can conduct a phone advert out of a memorized script.

Exercise is just no fun at Cali. Amore's way better.

Friday, December 16, 2005

lesson #225: you trap me and you don't even realize it

Been watching Desperate Housewives. I rented the DVDs for Season 1. Loved the first 8 episodes, after which the humor tapered off a bit. You wouldn't have imagined that an episode where a guy gets a heart attack in the middle of kinky sex would be uninteresting, but it is compared to say, the pilot episode. Maybe it's the fact that the gardener didn't make an appearance. Ooh let me try to find a picture.


This photo doesn't do him justice. His eyes, his perfectly kissable lips... The look he always has of being totally in love with Eva Longoria. Swoon.

You know, it's weird how sometimes you sat up and got ready to type something meaningful, but something trivial came out instead. Something holds people back from baring all in their blogs. I know someone who feels trapped. Someone who's aware that eyes are on the blog and as such, some things couldn't be said. Some things couldn't be shared for fear of condemnation. It's irritating sometimes to feel that leash tugging on you.

It's not for every reader to label a blog as superficial or fake or otherwise. For every single shoe conquest a girl might talk about, she might be hiding a struggle to fight depression, a problem with the family, or a rejection from the one she truly loved.

Don't really know why I'm talking about this now. Guess I'm just feeling that leash tugging. Things I want to write but I can't. And now I've wasted sleep time on being vague and philosophical. Damn it, I hate having to wake up early for driving.

Thursday, December 15, 2005

lesson #257: playing catch with VVVV

I turned on my computer and went online with the intention of writing something for my blog, but I ended up chatting with VVVV for a hell of a long time! Time really flew when you're catching up and just talking about everything under the sun. We expressed our disbelief at certain wonderful things, laughed over the more ridiculous things, and shook our heads 'no' at all the cheapness this world offers.

But anyway, I'd actually wanted to complain about the weather today, it being scorching hot. Never before had I witnessed firsthand the incompatibility of black tops with the heat of the sun. As I walked back to the MRT station from the driving centre, I felt parched and sweaty at the same time. And then I started thinking of es belewah with syrup. The most refreshing drink I'd taken for granted back in Indo. Have no idea what it's called in English. I highly doubt Singapore has that fruit. And even if it does, don't think the people here can make it the way it's made back home. It's honestly the most refreshing taste ever. Ah, just to have one more satisfying slurp of it one more time.

Haven't blogged about the 3 pairs of shoes I bought from x:odus. One's a pair of nice comfy gray slip-ons ($10), another a lace lime green pair of ballet pumps ($25-ish), last one is a polkadot brown heels ($35-ish). Got them at one go so I obviously couldn't sneak in into the house so I asked G to hold them for me, and I'd take it back from him at a safer time. Will put up pics next time. Love 'em!

***BITCH MODE NOW ON***

Did something bad yesterday at Phuture. Some girl behind me was vibrating beyond her dancing space and into mine, and she wouldn't stop infringing so I shoved her. Like, not push but shove. Yep. I'm not proud of what I did, and would like to apologize to her wherever she is. Dear girl, I'm deeply sorry for what I did. I was rude and rowdy and pre-historic. It was totally uncalled for... And to make up for what I did, I wouldn't mind giving you some pointers about good dance classes. (Because boy does she need them! BWAHAHA!) Erm. Okay. The point is, I'm sorry.

***BITCH MODE NOW OFF***

Monday, December 12, 2005

lesson #242: the earthquake that hits my relationship and cracks it

The past few days haven't been great, relationship-wise. We had a couple of ups and plenty of downs. The main source of the problem is the fact that I dislike spending low-quality time with him for just 1.5 - 2 hours, after which he sends me off and he himself go gallivanting with his friends. Two birthday parties, a coupla reunions, and two Christmas dinners make a very grumpy me. Doesn't help that all the events happen at night, MY free time (afternoons are spent driving). As a result, the compromise is such that I go home sweaty from the hot sun after driving, meet him for the above-stated duration, and then go home AGAIN, feeling unfulfilled. Can ya blame me for being frustrated?

At this rate, breaking up is not an impossibility. My principle is such - if you can't even make time for your girlfriend in the holidays, how are you going to do it during your busy school term?

I blame myself for this. I shouldn't have made him feel so relaxed. When boys are relaxed, they take you for granted. Jealousy (on his side) fuels a relationship on. I have found this to be true from past experience. Jealousy made him alert, it made him cherish you more. Heck, jealousy made him chase after you! And that's why I said I blame myself. I have stopped given him reason to feel jealous.

At the start of our relationship, I was still in close contact with my ex. Slowly but surely I let my ex go, and slowly but surely my dear boyfriend starts breathing easily, he starts leaning back on the proverbial massage chair.

Maybe I shouldn't have lied to him when N called to wish me a happy birthday. I told him (G) that it was someone else so that he won't start fidgeting. Maybe I shouldn't have lied either when this other old suitor called me up to go to a house party and G overheard the male voice. Maybe those calls would've kept him on his toes.

When your boyfriend starts spending more time with his friends, beware. He may find his friends' company more enjoyable than yours, and start drifting away. If he can find joy somewhere else more fun, why would he need you?

Because he loves you? Pffft.

Trust me. At this age, love is an expendable thing for them. No matter how sincere they seem at first, their attention span will always, always be shorter than yours. They fall in love with you with ease, while you hold back a little at first and then gain momentum later. But they fall out of love just as easily, while you may be carried off because of that momentum, and then you're going too fast to stop loving.

Ladies, the best self-defense is NOT kickboxing. It is being careful in not loving your boy too much. If you're feeling the Single Girl itch, by all means request for a temporary break. Don't hold it back like a constipated poo. And if you feel him drifting away, surround yourself with great friends and great company.

This is something that I'm trying to remember myself: friends are for keeps while boyfriends have expiry dates.

PS: By the way, I couldn't get rid of that stalker-ish instructor because the centre won't let me to. I have to be under a Fixed Group in order to make such 'special requests'. But thus far I have not met him again in the circuit so pray that the Fortune Goddess takes pity on me and keep me safe for the duration. And I'm enjoying driving more and more. It's a thrill to hear the engine roar (albeit only at 70 km/h).

Saturday, December 10, 2005

lesson #189: i feel relaxed already

Thanks to passerby who chanced upon this blog and gave me the solution which I should've thought of sooner. Haha. I feel less tense thinking of driving lessons now. Besides, had the most fun during lesson yesterday. The instructor was funny, friendly and patient and he's a grand senior from my JC! Best of all, he has a girlfriend.

The short retail therapy yesterday was an eye-opening experience. I can't wait to go back to the shop and buy, buy, buy...! Have spotted several shoes which I will definitely grab. It was... quite weird yet amusing, to be shopping like that.

Hopefully today's MJ will come through as recently our schedules have clashed a-plenty.

I may be doing several shows this hols but in case they don't pan out I shall not divulge them here.

I think I should stop reading XXX's blog. The more I read it the more I grew to not like the person. Zhi baby might be able to guess who it is I'm referring to.

Have been staying low the past few days (OK except for the shopping, the pageant-supporting, the supper, the movies, and the hanging out with friends) and made use of the time to catch up with Shadow Hearts 2. Yang - I borrowed SH2 from you, no? You might not get it back. It is how fun! I want to buy more games, for eg. has FFXII even come out? I don't even know anymore! And even if it has (plus a myriad others I would like to get), I don't know where to get 'em cheap. Anyone knows?

Friday, December 09, 2005

lesson #258: BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH

Don't Socialize and Drive

First things first. Remember the stalker-ish driver? The one I thought I'd heard the last of? Well, on my second day of driving lesson, he was my instructor... AGAIN. I sent an S.O.S to Mr G, a short SMS that read "fuck". Well the driver told me he 'found' me on Friendster. I didn't tell him I have a Friendster account, so obviously he searched for me using my freaking email which I stupidly gave him. I really should not have done that. Oh well. Learn from mistakes and all that. Anyway I was much, much colder this time around and thankfully, I haven't gotten him as an instructor again yet. But he's been pretty relentless. Just moments ago I saw that he sent me an email to my Hotmail account, but I deleted it straightaway without opening it because honestly, the weirdness has shifted up one level from being ridiculous to being totally disgusting.

Really am totally disgusted. TOTALLY DISGUSTED. BLAAAHHHHHHHHHH. PPUUUUUUUUUUIIIIIIIIII. Doesn't the driving centre have a code of professional conduct? This is really freaking me out big time. Short of saying "sorry leh uncle, I really not interested ba, you too cheena oredi", I don't know what else I can do. Help? Please?


My Friend The Queen of Queens

Anyway, went to support Celine and Nora at the Queen of Queens pageant held at DXO. Saw so many SMU peeps. No wonder the queue outside was so long! Felt like the whole bloody world was there. But it was all good. The goodie bag was great! Really loving the freebie mascara from Clinique. And Mr G may finally get the chance to dye his hair with the freebie DIY dye kit they gave out (forgot the brand - it's the one with Denise Keller as the spokesperson). Haha I know it's meant for girls' hair, but I'm sure the effect won't differ much for boys. Just have to leave it on for a liiiittle longer.

Oh, speaking of Denise Keller, I ALMOST took a picture with her. ARGHHH! She was taking pictures with some guys, so I was waiting like the teenie that I am but then I saw Celine and we screamed and hugged and when I turned back Denise was leaving and I was too embarrassed to chase after her like a lesbo groupie. BAAAAHHHH. She looked so so pretty with her jet-black bob! And she was soooo near. I should've just swallowed my pride and grabbed her hand or something. What was the worst that could happen? Hmmm. One of the bouncers might tackle me for assault, but who cares right? Anyway, the host for the night was this guy from MTV. Thought he looked crap whenever I saw him on TV but he totally looks HAWTTTTT in real life. Haha. Asked Mr G to snap some pictures of him (I didn't tell G the MTV guy looked hot, I knew G would purposefully take blurry shots if I'd told him).

So the pageant result? My dear sweet Celine won. YAAAAAAAAAAY!!! Babe - I am gonna totally love you as a Maximizer. Please fill me! LOL.

Anna - Darlin', we'll have a smashing time next time yeah? I know you ARE strong!

Kunz - I be nicking your Morgan top soon yo. It's *toot*ing nice.


XO Fish Beehoon

Am already craving for it again and I just ate it for supper! The soup is satisfyingly delicious and goes well with the beehoon. Total slurp heaven.


Photos Anyone?


When Celine got called up as the winner of the pageant!


Bad quality hotness.


What's this... Celine gets to win the comp AND be the center of Mr Hot MTV Guy's attention too? No FAAAAIR!

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Fuck you.

Thought I had someone who cares about me but truth is there is no one. I'm all alone. And it's fucking sad.

You're not there when I needed you and you were never there.

I don't believe your words anymore.

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

lesson #244: traumatized

My first driving lesson yesterday was more eventful than I'd expected. Basically I was dumb enough to give the driving instructor (20-30ish, dry golden hair, a bit overweight and disgustingly ah beng-ish) my MSN e-mail, and then he started terrorizing me. OK, maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration. Maybe he's just being friendly, y'know? ... My ass.

SO cunning. He asked me while I was trying freaking hard to concentrate on making a turn, so I didn't have time to LIE and say stuff like, 'Oh, MSN? What's that? Sorry I've never really used a computer before, I prefer pen and paper haha'.

Moreover, he seemed harmless and normal and not freaky at all. But then he started getting freaky when I realised that he's actually ADDED me onto his list. Do people really do that? Like, do they really ask someone for the email and then actually ADD the person straightaway like on the same day? And then do they start messaging eagerly?

I thought I'd gotten rid of him yesterday once and for all. Once I grew alarmed I quickly changed my neutral picture from a nano to one with me cuddling up against Uncle G. The trick worked - he asked me whether that was my boyfriend. Err... DOH. I said yes. He asked is my bf from the same school as me. I said yes, that's how we met. Then he said, "Sob. No chance." Then I said, "No chance? What?" Then he said, "No chance to go out with you."

***This is the point when you can start gagging***

EEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!

***OK gagged all you want?***

I was still on friendly mode (because I have high hopes that I've finally counter-attacked this terror) and said, "Nope, I love my boyfriend very much." That was followed by a long pause, and then he said, "Haha. Joking la." Don't know why but the line came out really loser-ish. Sad. But anyway.

Phew! Got rid of him.

But apparently not, because he messaged me like bloody 5 seconds after I came online just now. Gary said it's because I was too friendly. Right - I freaked out and then blocked him. Then I felt it wasn't enough. So I deleted him AND blocked him. Hah! Got rid of him. Forever and ever, I hope. If I see him again during driving I will be courteous and off-standish. Maybe I should speak with a slang to put him off 'cos honestly this kinda thing freaked me a little. It'd have been better had the guy been good-looking, but as it is I'm stuck with the weird ones. Bah. I think it's a curse. I just attract weird people, like this one:



But that one does sometimes turn into a Prince Charming...

...in terms of personality. Haha joking dear, I've heard people say you're not bad-lookin' and a lot of girls are attracted to you! Hip hip hooray!

Anyway, met up with Zhi and Yang after driving (glurgh) yesterday.


Zhi. Does this look like a bitching face to you? No? All angelic and innocent and cutesy? Well, she bitches. She bitches like the best of 'em. One of my fave bitching pardner as she always knows what I be talking about.


Mr Yang the SNAG. He's gonna play stocks and invest big bucks and buy an SLK within ten years (or was that fifty? Hehe). Poor Yang had to wait for us ladies while we shopped for lingerie (I bought 2 bras at a total of $33 by the way). Guys like him who can withstand long hours of shopping are a rare breed indeed.

Oooh. Also watched Aeon Flux. Don't care about the plot, just watch Charlize Theron inside the hot HOT costumes. Her boody is drool-worthy. So sleek. So slim, yet not skinny. And she's really pretty with black hair too. It's edgier than her blond self.

Saw this notice at my condo lift lobby:

Oh dear. I hope there won't be too much gore.

Before I get sued, here's the original notice:

Monday, December 05, 2005

lesson #237: P-A-R-T-Y

Yesterday was a blast! We must do girls' night out more often, bebes! Especially now when school's out!

Before heading out, had dinner at Uncle G's. His mummy cooks really well! No wonder I've been gaining weight. Shall spend less dinner times at his place.


Yeah his face is half cut out but who cares? Haha. Can you see my lip colour? I lurrve it. Finally received my MAC stuff from Shane, which include the yummy Lovelorn lustre lipstick. It's so... virginal! Goes well with my Shu Uemura virginal blush courtesy of the game buddies.

After gobbling down the food, we went to pick Syd up. She accompanied me in the search for Jing's birthday pressie. Found it quite fast 'cos I fell in love with it myself as I was trying it on. HAHA. HAPPY BELATED 20TH JING!!!


Jess was late! So me and Syd had to hang around Macs for a while to wait for her. Syd said my bag is nice! Hehe. Nice huh? Bought it a long time ago but only started using it frequently very recently.


The night-time mode of my cam is a bit screwed up! Taken by Jess at the backseat of Bryan's car. He drove us to Liquid! How nice.


Met up with Anna outside Liquid. She's such a bitch! Haha the moment we came she straight away asked her guy friends to help her take a picture. Our group's still missing 2 peeps - Fen and Jun! Too bad no pics of them as my cam was all locked up in the locker by the time they arrived.


The fun doesn't need to end outside the club! Taken around 3 am. Fen, Jun and Anna left earlier so it's just the three of us left. Asked one of Anna's friends (Victor or Gerald, can't remember which) to take this photo for us.


Jess thinking of Bryan... HAHA! Super porn pose!


Waiting at the stairs for Uncle G to pick us up. My fringe is ANNOYING.


My babes were amused with the anti-shake function in my cam. Inside Uncle G's car. My hands were shaking like mad but look at the result! I didn't know my cam was so awesome. Haha!


Yeah yeah...


So seductive!


Too seductive...


*GASP* Who's there??


Once you click you can't stop!


All the darlings posing together with the, ah, hunk. Cough.


Supper at Sempang and a half-dead Uncle G.


He came alive after watching the soccer match shown on the mini TV. Man U v Portsmouth? Meh I don't watch a match when both sides are lousy teams. Haha!


And then it's time to say...


... good night!

I went to buy a protective cover for my Nano today...

Before:

Bleurgh. So ugly! And you can clearly see the scratches.

After:

The transparent cover is great! It's not sticky 'cos it makes use of static and it's waaay cheaper than the protective stickers I've seen at Apple Center's. Also bought the lovely pink iPod sock - finally! Haha.


Kept the back sticker on though, 'cos I like the design!

My first driving lesson tomorrow. So scary... I was quite nervous that I'll bump into a tree so I flipped through the guidebook they gave me when I signed up, and then this insurance thingy fell out:


If I lose my big toe when driving, the insurance will only cover 5% of the hospital fee! What the hell! It's my big toe!! What's a phalanx anyway?

Reading through the insurance made me feel even more scared. I don't want to lose my big toe or any other toes...