Hello! :D

First up, HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHING CHING CHINGY!! <3

Today was Lit, it was alright lah, with regards to King Lear and Great Expectations. Chaucer was bad, real bad. Didn't know what I was writing, it doesn't relate to the question at all. Ah well. That's what comes from reading the book the day before the exam.

After which, I sat alone in the canteen and studied for three hours straight, till 5pm! I got really restless, and my bum was cramping up like anything. And no, it's not because I was studying very hard, it was to guard Chee Hui's cake. Heehee, happy birthday Chee! (Her birthday's actually tomorrow) You know, it was so good to be with the basketballers again. Honestly, it felt like a reunion, I haven't hung out with them as a team since the last training. Now I can safely say I miss training, 'cos of them. I love them all. :) And everyone was just laughing and laughing, at nothing in particular and at everything. It was really great.

Went to J8 after that with Zhiying, that crazy girl. Hahaha. We had oyster mee sua and takopaochi!! Yum. Love that girl.

Maybe I've said this a million times, but the sky today was beautiful. I don't really much about colours, but it was this soft, light blue, dotted with streaks of reddish-pink, and white clouds. It was really pretty. And the sunlight was really orangey. I love it when the sun is setting, and there's that orange glow everywhere. It's pretty and warm, like a comforting embrace. And I love it when the sun shines, and you close your eyes, and you can still see the brightness of the sunlight behind closed eyes. You know, although we don't have the Aurora Borealis like Finland (which I really wanna see), or snow, we have pretty darn good sunsets. You know, compared to polluted countries where you can't even see the sky clearly, or countries which always suffer from wet weather.

Am pretty worried over Southeast Asian History. I studied for close to five hours today, and only completed 20 pages. There's 66 pages more to go, and that's not including the economic impact of colonialisation. Gaah. Yet, a part of me doesn't want to study anymore. I just want to chill man. As in, really chill till I freeze. Okay, not funny.

I suddenly miss Malcolm today. He was one of my good friends in primary school. If I remember correctly, he came over to my old house quite frequently. He was really really nice. Slightly annoying at times, but I loved him like a brother all the same. I wish I knew how he was doing now. I saw him last year at TPJC, but something just held me back from saying hi to him. I miss our basketballing times, and I'll never forget his NKF bag. I promised myself that I'll contact him again, somehow, but I don't know if I'll ever do it.

There's still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
There's still a little hard to say what's going on

There's still a little bit of your ghost, your weakness
There's still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed
You step a little closer each day
That I can’t say what's going on

Stones taught me to fly
Love,it taught me to lie
Life, it taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball

There's still a little bit of your song in my ear
There's still a little bit of your words I long to hear
You step a little closer to me
So close that I can't see what's going on

Cannonball, by Damien Rice. Old song, but still a lovely song.

I'm listening to Kiss from a Rose by Seal now, and I'm half amused, half nostalgic. My brother and I loved this song when we were young, haha. Those were the days man, those were the days.

Maybe one day I'll write about my childhood. It was a great childhood, a really great one. Filled with early morning trips to the market in my PJs, filled with running, swimming and basketball, Precious Puppies, Barbie dolls. Hopscotch at the void deck, and the bubble guns. Who could ever forget those? I remember how as a kid I really loved the void deck. In the evening, it practically came alive with kids waiting to play hopscotch, and I loved sitting there because the sun always cast this lovely glow there when it set. And I loved crossing the "bridge" over the longkang to get to my house. It really felt like an adventure, crossing that bridge. I remember the park and the basketball court, and the two Maha Bodhi students who were my basketball pals there, and Econ minimart, and the toy shop where I would go with my brother to race Tamiya cars. Upon retrospect, it was a dumb hobby (racing Tamiya cars) but I just enjoyed it back then.

Yeah, maybe one day I'll write about my childhood.

*Braaazil, Brrrraaazil! Shakes bum*

Managed to catch Ronaldo's goal, it was super. It's really quite beautiful, you have to watch it to see, nothing can describe it.

And France beat Spain, 3-1! Exciting match on Saturday, Brazil vs. France!

Anyway, back to real life. Econs paper was alright, had a lot to write. I think I should be able to pass. Isn't it sad that I always say, "I hope to pass", but never, "I hope I get an A"? Haha.

Sigh. Am a happy girl today. Life is love. :)

HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL IS FANTASTIC!

Teehee. Zac Efron is so cute!! I love his style, reminds me a little of Michael Jackson, just a teeny bit. He's got some talent man.

And Vanessa Anne Hudgens is absolutely gorgeous. She does resemble Eva Longoria somewhat, but she's more beautiful, if that's the word. Her eyes can just melt your heart when she smiles. Woohoo!

Man, the singing parts are the best!!! The two of them have awesome chemistry, and hearing their voices soar so unrestrictedly and powerfully is quite inspiring in its own way.

And the basketball rap/dance/song was cool too. Muahahaha.

After repeatedly watching Teddy Geiger's music vid, I've concluded he has a face with an acquired taste. (It rhymes!) Pretty hot! His eyes aren't exactly blue, I realised. They're more of aquamarine, and are absolutely captivating. And whoever who came up with the plot behind his MV must be one hell of a storywriter. And somehow, the MV version sounds much better than the mp3 version. Seems edgier.

Am done with Econs, but I gotta do revision and such. So disinclined to touch it, but I gotta. For you (my grades) I will.

Was surfing the online VS store just now with Zying. No, not to buy lingerie. Hahaha. Their summer frocks are absolutely divine. But the best thing are their PJs!! All of them are so cute!

Up ahead, two of my favourite music scenes from High School Musical!



Their voices are all original, by the way. They auditioned for their parts in the movie.

BOTH OF THEM ARE HOT, NO?



Heeheehee.

Another turning point;
a fork stuck in the road.

Time grabs you by the wrist;
directs you where to go.

So make the best of this test
and don't ask why.

It's not a question
but a lesson learned in time.

It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

So take the photographs
and still frames in your mind.

Hang it on a shelf
In good health and good time.

Tattoos of memories
and dead skin on trial.

For what it's worth,
it was worth all the while.

It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

Greenday- Time of your life. Nice, huh?

The weather today's really pretty. Okay, sounds damn weird, but that's the word I feel like using. I feel like going to the reservoir and sitting on the grass, pluck lalangs and blow off the seeds on the stalks.

Am very tired, but I can't seem to sleep because of the coffee I drank this morning. Aish. The paper was interesting, haha. Source-based was not bad, the essays were siao. Felt like I was writing a philosophical essay, instead of a history one. Anyhow, I survived it, and I hope I pass.

Wah laoooooooooo. Why must there be Econs tomorrow????? 2 exciting matches tonight, especially Spain vs. France!!! Which is at 3am lah! And Brazil vs. Ghana, at 11pm. Life is so unfair!

High School Musical has been stuck at 99% since yesterday night. It's like the clock who's minute hand gets stuck a minute before the school bell rings. You know, like in those stupid horror books, the juvenile types. Hahaha. I can't believe I used to be afraid of them, yet would read because they were so addictive. Then I'd scare myself silly at night.

Am going to watch Minwoo's Bump MV again. Apparently, Eric was the car-door-opener.

Forgive me if I stutter,
From all of the clutter in my head.

This is what I've accomplished today:

1. 1 hour on the treadmill (and an aching knee to pay for it, too)
2. Swept my house, made my bed, cleared my junkyard of a table
3. Finished Inflation, Frictional & Structural Unemployment
4. Found out that A Love to Kill (Bi & Shin MinAh) is gonna screen in August

And it's already 5:16pm, I can't believe that's all I've achieved. If you look at only the academics, it's really little. :(

Am left with roughly 10 pages of Economic Problems to complete. Have decided to skip International Trade. Gonna finish up European history after this. Two more lecture sets left, then it's a brief revision of everything and for SBQ.

I'm going to be able to watch High School Musical after all. 28% more, wahoo! Hope it finishes by tonight, but I can only watch it on Thursday, after my Lit paper. I realised I need to study Great Expectations, and either Chaucer/TBO in less than a day. Shucks. Think I'll most likely do Chaucer, it's more my thing. And I haven't started on Southeast Asian history!! I'll have less than 5 days to finish everything for that. Aigooo. Not to mention I haven't completed the bulk of my TYS for Econs. Gaah.

Do I seem familiar,
I've crossed you in hallways a thousand times.

I want to do so many things after midterms. Sentosa, ECP, rollerblading, cross-country running (as in, the real thing, not around the reservoir), basketball, movies!

Nearly forgot, SOCCER! Battle of the sexes, between Melissa and Mark!
(Remind me to call Ronaldo/Ronaldinho. Or maybe Owen, since he'd have more free time now.)

Heeheehee I cannot wait for the mooncake festival too!!! Lotus paste, snowskin, baked skin, durian paste... MMMMM!

Okay, I gotta go back to studying. Bang bang, kill procrastination. (Emmalyn look at this!)

Am bloody sick of studying.

This cannot be happening

Cause I'm waiting for tonight
Been waiting for tomorrow
And I'm somewhere in between
What is real
Just a dream

I love my family, and the fact that we can talk about anything and everything, each of us giving our own opinion and the rest listening, then debating. Just this morning, we were talking about the religion issue, and my brother surprisingly gave his opinions, which is really really rare, since he usually prefers to do his own thing, like watch telly. Anyway, he was saying stuff about people being mindless pawns and whatnot, and I've concluded that he might very possible be a Nihilist. A Nihilist is someone who doesn't believe in anything, or something like that, from my very vague memory of Mr. Kellett's notes. The way my bro speaks is so funny lah. Hahaha. Although he's quite a pain in the ass sometimes, he's really adorable at other times. Like just now, when I helped him to dress up and gel his hair, for his VCH concert tonight. He was like, "OMG! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY HAIR?! WHY IS IT LIKE THAT?!" Okay, I was trying my best to imitate the cool hairstyles that some guys sport, but somehow, it turned out really weird. I had to change it and blow dry it, before it looked decent. Actually, it must be his hair, not me. And you know why he's going to the concert? Hahaha, because it's a concert by NYGH, and his friend bought tickets. Awwwsh! My little bro's growing up. I'm really happy he's taking an interest in girls. Or even if he's not, at least his friend's forcing him to. Teeheehee. I've been waiting for this day for ages. And he actually looked quite cool just now, while waiting for the lift, even though he was whining about being late for his guitar lesson. And and and! He's very cute lor. He was asking me about my MSN display picture, which is of Jeong Ryeowon and Daniel Henney, and he asked me, "Is that you?" Then I went, "No lah! She's a Korean actress, very pretty hor!?" Then he went, "Huh?? I think you look better than her lah." Awww! Now I know, for all those times he sniggered at me when I told him I'm very cute and pretty, he actually secretly agrees with me.

Okay, cute bro aside, I think he needs to start washing his hair properly. My hands smell kind of weird after styling his hair, and I washed it with soap already lah. Yuck.

So my bro's growing up and finally taking an interest in things normal teenagers like. And my sister's sort of going out with this guy who likes her. Even though she says it's only at the preliminary stage (trust her to use such terms), I'm pretty sure she's gonna end up with him. And although I'd rather she go out with her other friend (who's really nice), I'm really happy she's going out with someone again. Because her last boyfriend was ddongg lah. I feel like an old woman, like my bro and sis are my kids, hahaha. Okay, I'm weird.

When I grow up and make lots of money, I'm gonna bring my mom and dad on a tour every year. The first year, we'll go Australia, and the second, England. The third year, Italy. The fourth, Paris, the fifth, Prague. Okay, but that's when I really, really make a lot of money. I talk as if the money is as easily acquired as Monopoly money. And I shall take up cooking and make lots of good food for my future husband and kids! And I must learn how to do French braiding, so that I can do my daughter's hair for her when she goes to school. And learn how to style short hair, so that my son will have the coolest hair in school!

But for now, I must get through my midterms, phwoaaar!

I love Take Me to Your Heaven by Charlotte Nilsson. It has a very London feeling to it. You know the London scenes in The Parent Trap? Annie's home, the busy sidewalks and wet weather, the bridal shop? I love all that. Everyone ought to go to London, really. It's beautiful. At least, it was the last time I went there. I've no idea if it's changed radically or anything, especially after the bombings.

I didn't accomplish much today, sad to say. I managed to complete three or four lectures for European history, but that's about it. Managed to watch Just my Luck by Lindsay Lohan and Chris Pine (hehehe clubbox rules). And I love her style in there. Plus the fact that her body is absolutely hot now. She was a bit too voluptuous last time, but now that she's slimmed down, her curves are really nice. Woohoo! The show's dumb though. It's more of a looking-at-beautiful-people thing.

I managed to check out a bit of the new drama by Jeong Ryeo-won and Kim Rae-won too! It's called, "Which Star Are You From". Wahoo!! I love JRW, after Kim SamSoon. Her sense of style is just fabulous, and her dimples are so so cute. When she laughs, it's like a ray of sunshine suddenly lit up your entire world. When I'm feeling less lazy, I'll post some pictures of her.

I realise I'm talking a bit too much about girls. Ehehehe. Chris Pine is really cute! His eyes are really nice.

Okay, I'm going to watch Teddy Geiger on Youtube now, and then try and study Econs. Annyong!

I tried to climb your steps,
I tried to chase you down,
I tried to see how low I could get to down to the ground,
I tried to earn my way,
I tried to change this mind,
You better believe that I tried to beat this.

When will this end, it goes on and on
Over, and over, and over again.
Keep spinning around I know it won't stop,
Till I step down from this for good

It's a sick cycle carousel, in Lifehouse's words. Indeed, when will this end?

Well, I managed to catch the 2nd half of the match between Braaazil and Japan. Score: 4-1, and I am so glad I caught that match, because Ronaldo kept his promise and he made a comeback! Scored the first and last goal for Brazil. Wahoo! Went to school with only four hours of sleep (no, it's not the match's fault, I couldn't sleep at all, despite going to bed at 10.15pm) and with only a cup of bitter coffee for breakfast. Now I know why my parents need to drink coffee everyday, even though it's bitter as hell. It's kind of addictive, and the taste grows on you. Only but I added like two teaspoons of sugar into my coffee, hahaha. Was able to do the paper though. Loved the essay part. I did religion, for the first time in my GP essay writing. Studied after the paper with Zying and Mark. Managed to finish Keynes (I know, I'm behind schedule) and start on Government Policies. I must complete at least Unit 4-1 for European History today, and finish Fiscal Policy by tonight!

Sorry for all the talk about studying. I like to put everything down, I feel as if I'll have more focus, and everything's a bit more organized.

There was this once, when my bro was still a cute little kid, and he just found out that people actually die, and that my parents won't be around forever, and he cried. I thought that was really cute, and I still do. Too bad that cute little kid became a video-game fan, and isn't really so cute anymore. Which reminds me, he needs a haircut. Anyway, the reason why I mentioned this, cos I was just recalling what Emmalyn once asked me, "What are you gonna do after you die?" Because if you believe in a religion, then you'd believe in life after death, right? And she was mentioning about the purpose of life, and that it was to eventually get to our afterlife. I don't know what I believe. Sometimes I believe in an afterlife, or at least, I sincerely believe there's a God up there, and I believe in retribution (but actually, I don't think it's a divine thingy, it's just the way laws and humans are made that makes retribution possible). But I can honestly say the reason why I'm living this life, is not because I'm thinking of the place I'm gonna go to when I die. Which reminds me of Eileen's question: What does give us the motivation to live our lives? I've been thinking about this quite frequently, and especially when I write. You know what they say, we're all going to die one day or another, why not just die now? Supposing you're not a follower of any religion, so there is no punishment if you end your life right here, right now. What makes us continue to breathe, continue to take steps? I always said it was hope that drives us on to live our lives. But hope in what? I don't know. I only know that I can't give up my life just like that. I can't commit suicide because of bodily inadequacies, because my boyfriend dumped me, or whatever other reasons people kill themselves for. Because I think about all those people with terminal illnesses, and I think about how they fight each day to take another breath, and how they'd give anything to be able to walk, talk, breathe, laugh, eat, jump like me. You can't just entertain thoughts of suicide, not that I've ever had, when you think of it this way. And as the saying goes, "If you can say that this is the worst, then you know it's not the worst." Or something like that. And I believe wholeheartedly that however low you sink in spirits, the funk will eventually pass. It's like interest rate; when the interest rate is so low that it hits rock-bottom, you can only expect it to rise. Now, there's a bit of Economics for you.

So what am I living for? I don't know, it's just how there are days when I stand at my window early in the morning, before the sun rises, and I inhale, and there is that wonderful smell of life. It's fresh and clean and brisk and it's like a soothing balm, and I think, this is it. This is life. This is love. It's just how there are days when the sky is blue and the sun is pleasantly sunny. It's just how you hang out with your friends, and even while studying, they never fail to make you laugh with their head bobbing and "Bodies dropping onto the floor" rap. It's just days when you feel like bursting with raw, vital energy, when you can just run and jump into the air and laugh so hard your sides ache. And you think, this is it. Life cannot get any better than this.

I want to look into the Mirror of Erised and see only my face smiling back at me. That's who I want to be, the happiest girl in this world.

My favourite song from Spice Girls.

My brother and his friend are psychotic lah. (Or is it "is psychotic") I really cannot understand boys man. They're currently playing some game on the Xbox, and at random intervals, they'll start moaning and whining, or scream at the TV screen. Psychos. It's quite funny at first, but later on, it gets really annoying. Especially when you're studying Keynes and you start hearing weird noises.

Haha, my bro just shouted "DIE!" at the TELEVISION SCREEN. How much more ridiculous can you get???? Lol. Morons.

Anyway, I managed to complete Public Finance and Interest Rate today! Am halfway through Keynesian Theory, starting on Multiplier now. I'm aiming to finish Keynes by tonight, but I don't know if that's possible, 'cos I would like to be in bed by 9pm, because I wanna watch the Brzail vs. Japan match tomorrow morning at 3am!! And there's GP at 8am lah. I watch finish can start preparing for school already. I'm just afraid I won't have enough sleep. Aigoo, what a dilemma. Owen's permanently out of this year's World Cup. Was reading the Sports section, and I feel so sad for him lah!! By the time the next WC comes along, he'll by 30. He might not even be playing then. Sigh. His injury is really bad, he tore his ligaments. T__T

Left with 3 and a half topics more for Econs. I'm still unsure if I'm gonna do International Trade. It's a super thick set of notes and I didn't attend the holiday lecture. Aish. Whatever it is, Melissa hwaiting!

How many special people change?
How many lives are living strange?
Where were you while we were getting high?

Melissa desperately needs help. Seriously. Unfortunately, I cannot get help because to get help I'd actually need to identify/talk about the problem, which is impossible because the problem is a stupid one which shouldn't even have happened in the first place. I'm a stupid piece of shit, please flush me down the toilet bowl.

Wahlao, but I really need help.

WTF I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE SO FREAKING BLIND!

"They're together for 3 weeks only, you say leh?"

Wake up!!!! It's precisely why they were only together for 3 weeks that there's something wrong with him! And that he started taking an interest in you while he is still with his girlfriend, and they haven't broken off as of yet, mind you, speaks volumes about his fidelity right?! I couldn't believe your bloody condescending tone. I don't recognise you anymore.

And to that stupid guy, please go and get a life, before I come and kick your ass. AND TRUST ME I WILL. IF YOU EVER THINK OF DOING TO HER WHAT YOU ARE DID/GONNA DO TO YOUR GIRLFRIEND, I'M GONNA COME AND RAKE YOUR SORRY ASS OVER SOME VERY HOT COALS. WANG SSAGAJJI!

I'm so angry gaaaahh!! I really feel like kicking that freakhead.

Bwah. I'm going to sleep now. I need to wake up tomorrow to run, you wouldn't believe the fats around my waist.

I have been tagged by Yizhen.

Once you've been tagged, you have to write a blog with 6 weird facts/things/habits about yourself, saying who tagged you. In the end you need to choose the 5 people to be tagged and list their names. No tag backs.

1. I suspect my whole purpose in life is to find the man I'm going to love forever.
2. I always feel like breaking out into a crazy dance on the bus.
3. I daydream a lot.
4. I must sing everyday, if not I'll feel weird.
5. I'm going to buy my dad a bus-stop when I grow up.
6. I want to run a little cafe in London.

I tag:

1. Chingy
2. Felicia
3. Bel
4. Emma
5. Zying

Why must we study??????????????????????????????? Why can't we all be barbarians/cavemen who wrestle with mammoths for food and club each other on the heads?!!!!!!!! Who invented schools/studying????????????????

Wahlao, I really don't want to study anymore. This is all a sick cycle carousel, to quote Lifehouse. Shit lah I'm going to die.

As my body was doubled up in extreme pain this morning, I wondered if it would be less painful for me if I went for NS (if I were a boy) instead of having to suffer bloody menstrual cramps every month. Okay most of the time it's only the first day that the cramps attack me, but trust me, the pain is absolutely mind-numbingly, head-spinningly, bile-invokinlgy horrible. Yes, I know I just made a few million grammatical errors. Anyway, back to my point. Think about it! So you suffer during NS, but hey, you get to become fit and roll around in the mud, getting in touch with the basest of your instincts, and it's for two years. And it's not like the hell lasts for two years. AND you get paid for it. Now, think about menstrual cramps. For the more unfortunate, the cramps last every single day of the girl's period for that month. Let's say three days per month, so in a year, you'd be on the verge of collapsing for 36 days. Now, say you got your period when you're thirteen? And maybe you're pregnant during thirty. So that means from 13 to 30, you'd have to put up with 17x36= 612 days of pain. Now, when you're pregnant, you have to go through more pain for an additional 9 months. And after you recover from your childbirth, you'll get menses again. On top of that, you have to deal with postnatal blues where you may possibly kill yourself or your child, and that would be the most tragic thing on earth, a sagging body... So whoever says that girls have it easier because we don't need to go for NS... Think again. Menses will kill a guy if he ever got it.

I must mention this. It was amusing yet highly annoying for me. I got on the bus today to go home from school. There was this big-sized guy (I'm trying to be a bit more polite) standing right smack in the middle of the aisle, and he stood facing the driver, so that when you get on the bus and walk down towards the aisle, it'll seem as if he was staring directly at you, which he was. Anyway, I didn't really bother about him as I walked towards the aisle, because I thought he just preferred standing that way. I assumed he'd move aside for me to get past because I wanted to sit down. Instead, when I walked so near till I nearly bumped into his massive chest, he still refused to budge. Note that I was not on my most alert, so when I saw his chest (he's tall), I looked up at him, and he gave me this cocky stare. His hair was a bit like what Torres' hair used to be; there was a tail at the back, and he had multiple piercings in his ears. Okay, anyway I was wondering if he was an idiot or something, so I just looked at him as if he was a complete tool, which he is, and said "Excuse me" in the snottiest tone I could manage. He continued to stare at me with this smirk on his face and very slowly moved aside to let me pass. Bonehead. I can't stand such people. Stupid punks who try and make trouble.

You're still an awesome player in my eyes, even if everyone else doesn't think so. My sister was mocking Ronaldo during thir morning's match, Brazil against Australia. She was saying stuff like, "It's amazing he can still run." "He's actually running!" "He's not doing anything lah." I've been feeling rather disgruntled at her remarks about him. I'm not a huge fan of his or anything, but I don't think you should just discredit a player like that. Especially not one who had been one of the best the world has ever known. I don't think she ever saw him play or knew much about him before this World Cup, so her jibes are quite baseless, to me. Even if he's overweight now, even if he doesn't run much, even if he is no longer the same Ronaldo as before, I don't think it gives anyone any right to jeer him. A person who is so dedicated and passionate about the sport he plays, who was once nearly the acme of perfection during his best years, does not just deteriorate because he can't be bothered to train or whatsoever. Don't despise him because he looks fat, because he doesn't run as much or doesn't seem to do anything, because you don't know the game as well as he does. I don't really know what I'm saying so far, but what I mean is that, he does have his own problems to cope with, and in no way should you wave him off as a lazy player, because someone who has been in a sport for years, who loves it passionately, doesn't just suddenly give up on it.

Okay. I need to continue with Oligopoly.

I love it when you call me big pop-pa
Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player
I love it when you call me big pop-pa
To the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies
I love it when you call me big pop-pa
If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place
Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my baby
Bay-bee

Does anyone have this song? It's called "Big Poppa" by Notorious B.I.G, whoever he is. Not really into rap, but as I was watching Hardball yesterday, starring Keanu Reeves, I realised they had some pretty groovy rap. It was a good movie man. And whoever said Keanu Reeves' acting is wooden should watch Hardball. He was awesome in there. I cried like crap when G-Baby died, and cried even more when Keanu Reeves gave his eulogy:

"Gerius was a player on the Kekemas baseball team I coach. Honestly he, he was too young to play. But he wanted to be a part of the team so badly, I couldn't say no. He had a great smile too though I'm not telling you anything you don't know. He was a really tough guy. Just a boy really who wanted to be around his older brother. The other day we played a really important game against a good team. And two outs in the last inning, I had no choice but to let Gerius bat. He was fearless as he stepped to the plate. I was terrified for him.

With two strikes and our hopes dwindling, he hit a shot down the first base line. He won the game.

And watching him raise his arms in triumph as he ran to first base, I swear I was lifted in that moment to a better place. I swear he lifted the world in that moment. He made me a better person, even if just for that moment. I am forever grateful to Gerius for that."

Awesome, isn't it? Especially the last part. It might not impact you much now, but you have to know how G-Baby (Gerius) looks like, so tiny and cute, a precocious little kid, and you have to see the way Keanu Reeves spoke, the way his eyes glimmered with tears, the way his voice resonated and shook simultaneously.

Anyway, went to study today with Mark, Zhiying and Jamie. I managed to finish Lear, waaahooo! But I had a headache at the end of it. Shakespeare must've been a real cynical man. I don't like how Edmund suddenly found some saving grace at the end, it was a bit ludicrous. But it's alright overall lah. I prefer Measure for Measure, Angelo is more psychotic.

Waiting for the match between Brazil and Australia to start. Think I'll go and continue with Econs before it starts. Annyong!

Yeah, we could.

Hello. Went to jog this morning around my estate! I ran 8 rounds and walked 2 rounds. Hahaha I'm weak. But it was quite nice jogging downstairs in the early morning with hardly a soul around.

Yesterday night, I dreamt I went to England with my family. Then somehow the dream shifted to me being on a huge aeroplane with SG 16(Preusem), and we were heading for a holiday together. It was a very nice dream. Sigh. I want to go to Europe man.

Dragonboat heats & finals today! And it's just opposite my house, cool. I think I'll head down for the finals, since NY will definitely qualify! :D Hope they win man, heard they've been training real hard.

What day is it? And in what month
This clock never seemed so alive
I can't keep up and I can't back down
I've been losing so much time

'Cause it's you and me and all of the people
With nothing to do, nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off you

All of the things that I want to say
Just aren't coming out right
I'm tripping on words
You've got my head spinning
I don't know where to go from here

'Cause it's you and me and all of the people
With nothing to do, nothing to prove
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off you

There's something about you now
I can't quite figure out
Everything she does is beautiful
Everything she does is right

'Cause it's you and me and all of the people
With nothing to do, nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off

You and me and all of the people
With nothing to do, nothing to prove
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off you

What day is it? And in what month
This clock never seemed so alive

I wouldn't call this a "favourite" song, because my taste changes all the time, but this is one song I know I'll never tire of listening, because it's a song that I believe in, a song with lyrics that are so beautiful. This happens to be my favourite part:

And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why,
I can't keep my eyes off you.

I'm such an idiot but if such a thing ever happened to me, I think I'll only love that person for the rest of my life. Imagine, in a really crowded place with a few hundred people all around, and yet you manage to see that one special person, and despite the shoving and pushing, all you can see is that one person. Everyone around you seems to have disappeared. I wonder if it really happens in real life.

I miss the music of the '90s and before that. Mariah Carey & Trey Lorenz, Whitney Houston, Celine Dion, Elton John, Barbara Streisand... all the powerhouses. My favourite songs when I was young was "Morning Has Broken" by Cat Stevens and "Killing Me Softly With His Song" by Roberta Flack. There's something special about the music of the past. It goes into your soul and it stays with you. They don't make music like that anymore, sadly.

This thought occurred to me as I was showering. Have you ever converted your weight into sacks of rice? I weigh 11 sacks of rice right now. I put on one kilogram from like two or three days ago!! I was watching this HK TVB serial yesterday, and the female lead was injured, and the guy piggy-backed her all the way to the sinseh. Okay, the girl happens to be willowy thin, so she's probably lighter than carrying your haversack on your back. ANYWAY, I was thinking, what if I get injured like her too, and a guy offers to carry me on his back??? ("WHAT IF") I can just imagine already. I'll happily get onto his back, and then I realise he's not getting up from his squatting position.

Me: Er... You can get up now?

Guy: *Grunts*

Me: Huh?

Guy(face all red and veins popping out at his temples): I can't. (chokes)

Me: Why???!

Guy: You broke my back.

Shit lah. 11 sacks of rice and a broken back. And the stupid MarieFrance Bodyline advertisment with Christy Chung saying how "Some things should be heavy (like diamonds) but other things must be light forever(weight)" isn't helping!!!

Listening to "Ai Mei" by Yang Cheng Lin. Very nice! And it never fails to bring back memories of Devil Beside You. Sigh. Jiaaaang Meng!! I want to watch Love Contract after midterms! Muahaha.

Watched the Brazil vs. Croatia match this morning. The way the two teams play is so different from the other teams I've seen so far. Croatia put up a really good fight. The two teams really brought out the difference between the good and the mediocre. Anyway, I should probably let you know that I watch soccer matches partly because of the players. Muahaha. Presenting some of my favourite players! (Or at least the ones I think are hot.)


-Michael Owen, whom I've admired since Sec 1. He was the sole reason why I supported Liverpool back then. Now that he's crossed over to Real Madrid, I couldn't care less about LPFC. Haha. But I like their motto though- "You'll Never Walk Alone". And because of Owen, my favourite number is 10. Also because it corresponds with my birthdate lah. Did you know he scored a World Cup goal for England at the age of 18?! I'm 18 too, but I don't see myself doing anything even close to his achievement. Sheesh. But I think his golden years are over. He didn't perform in the last match I saw with England, against Paraguay.


Frenchmen are hot. Just look at Zidane. Balding men never looked so good! Okay, actually I don't really know anything about him and I haven't seen him play. I just think he's very handsome, a little bit like Richard Gere, but throw in the HOT factor. But he's supposed to be the best midfielder in the world.


Would you look at that? Zidane's jersey number is ten too!


The first time I saw Ronaldinho, I thought he really resembled a horse. I was observing his face during the match against Croatia, and I realised his eyes are a bit cow-like, all big and soft. He's really very cute. Very calm and always smiles in amusement after his shots fail. I think he has some sort of strategy thing with Roberto Carlos (who is super fast, but not on my list of favourites 'cos he's too short and reminds me of Mini Me). And NUMBER TEN TOO!! WOOHOO!


KAKA! The man who scored the winning goal for Brazil against Croatia in the 44th minute, and it was quite a nice one too. He's awfully good-looking, although this picture doesn't do him justice.

And I've always disliked Beckham because he was so showy and was more of a celebrity than an athlete. But I realised that he's really quite a good teamplayer and his free kicks are quite something.

Ronaldo has deteriorated so much. So sad. And he's put on a bit of weight. He used to be one of the best out there, but during that latest match, he hardly ran. I think he has blisters on his foot or something. I hope he recovers soon. I really want to see his skill again.

There's Ahn Jung Hwan (who looks like Halu's fellow hockey teammate in PRIDE) and he is absolutely gorgeous. Lee ChunSoo as well! Not gorgeous, but cute. He dyed his hair peroxide blonde specially for the World Cup, apparently. Puahaha. Park JiSung has amazing stamina, but he blew two clear shots in the match against Togo.

Okay, enough about soccer, haha. Went to school to study today with Emma, and managed to finish Theory of Production for Econs. Not much, but I'm happy. Because I managed to stuff the whole chunk on EOS and why small firms exist into my brain. I wish I was a machine that has a button which says, "Increase productivity", and I can work effortlessly at my Econs and History for hours without stopping.

My stomach is a cavernous hole, and my appetite is the big, ugly monster which resides in it. I always feel hungry nowadays. I'll let you in on a little secret. I ate FOUR plates of noodles yesterday for dinner. Not all at one go lah. I ate two plates for dinner, and another two while I was watching the match between South Korea and Togo. Oh man. Anorexic or bulimic people, don't read my blog. The anorexics will go and starve themselves after reading my blog, while the bulimic will go and throw up.

Hm, my mom's cooking dinner and it smells really good. Muahaha.

I know that someday I'll look back on my junior college days and be able to laugh and actually miss going to a JC. I'll reminisce and sigh as a wave of nostalgia sweeps over me.

But for now, I can feel nothing but utter despair at having to be a student. Bloody exams. Okay, it's actually my fault for only getting down to proper studying so late into the holidays, but argh!! And this is only the midterms. I know I'll be a nervous wreck by the time it comes to prelims or the actual 'A' levels. Gaaah.

But yesterday has been productive, so that's something good. I never knew I could be so focused. Then again, it could have something to do with the fact that midterms are only ten days away.

I have absolutely nothing left to say. Life sucks, bye.

On the last episode of Devil Beside You, waiting for it to load. Feeling a little blue because I don't want it to end. :( Yang Cheng Lin is really very cute! And I really disliked the way Jiang Meng could just brush aside her feelings and focus only on what he wanted. It's very selfish and irresponsible, even though his reason for doing so is admittedly very compelling and understandable. But I just can't agree with the way he handled the whole situation. Okay, it's only a drama, and I still adore him. Haha. Bad boys never looked so good, till he came along.

Moving on, I started on a novel by Haruki Murakami today, entitled Norwegian Wood, after the song by The Beatles. Nothing about the plot is clearcut, and I would not say it is addictive, but once you start reading, you get lost in the book. However, when you put it down, there really isn't the sort of urge to pick it up again, unlike books like Princess Diaries (for me, that is). Strange book. After I finish this, I'll probably try and get started on Kafka on the Shore.

Recently, this girl got into some kind of argument with one of my best friends. And she said some really disgusting things that I balk at. Narrow-minded people like her will never get anywhere in life. Like what Darianne said, if having a school has made her out to be the type of person she is now, then by golly, I sure as hell would forgo an "education" if I was going to become the sort of underhand, lowdown person she is. Looking down on people just because they aren't studying currently, ha! I don't see your so-called education giving you any lessons in manners or class. Chi. And I won't even begin to say how your exterior is the exact opposite of your poisonous, vindictive character, because you know what? Innate ugliness always manifests onto the surface, somehow. Reminds me of Dorian Gray. On the outside, everything is perfect and seemingly ageless, but in actuality, the essence and core of the person is rotting and degenerating, till one day, it will come forth and show the whole world how disgusting it has become. So pathetic. I wish I'd been around to protect my friend from the likes of you.

MUAHAHA PHOTOLOG!











I experimented a bit with some program.





And the piece de resistance!


Tadah! Pretty, innit?! I did it all by myself, muahahaha. Thank goodness for my bro; he's an expert at such stuff so he taught me how to make collages.

Today was superduper fun! These girls are the ones whom I'll never forget for all my life. Bel's missing from the photos 'cos she couldn't join us in time. But she is still very much loved! :D

Caught up on one another's lives, and Felicia had the juiciest news to share with us today! Teeheehee. A few more stuck escalators, throwing of paper-planes from the 10th floor, roses from pockets and I will be the only one out of us five who doesn't have a boyfriend. Gosh, when you put it that way, it does sound kinda sad. But I shall wait patiently, like Melancholy (or whatever that Twelfth Night quote was), till my JIANG MENG comes and SWEEPS ME OFF MY FEET!!!

Okay, from tomorrow onwards, it's time to get down to serious studying. No more slacking!! I think I shall go swimming too, and maybe head down to Subway with my bro. Yay. By the way, I ate this really nice pastry from some bun shop near McCafe. There's chocolate coating on the top of the bread, and inside is this cheese cream, and it's heaven man. Oooooh.

Okay, that's all for tonight!

It is a room long forgotten. Its walls are a soft champagne. The first thing that attracts one attention is the windows which span about half the length of the room. A lone potted plant hangs from the center of the windows, the leaves still evergreen. Below the window is a rectangular white desk, now clean and devoid of any paraphernalia. Misty-white curtains cover the windows, and they flutter gently in the light breeze. It is a simple, unassuming room. But when the sun shines through those clear windows and the misty-white curtains, and catches onto the green of the waxy leaves... It is the most beautiful room. The sunlight illuminates every corner of the little room, and the room transforms into a haven of golden sunlight. And you could sit in the center of the room for hours and hours, basking in the warm sunshine that envelops you in its reassuring embrace. If you feel enough... you will experience the memories and emotions that are so much a part of this simple room. You will hear the pages rustling as a pen scratches across the smooth surface of scented writing stationery... the soft melodious humming... the girlish giggles. Maybe... if you feel enough... you might just catch a glimpse of a whirl of soft white muslin skirt and short black hair... You might just catch a glimpse of dark, laughing eyes and the most enchanting smile... you might just hear the sweetest sound of laughter...

Maybe... if you feel enough... you might catch a glimpse of heaven...

A teardrop, a laugh, a kiss to make it all go away...

HELLO! :D

In less than 4 hours, I'll be seeing my babies!! YIPEEYAYA! Teeheehee. Life is good! Okay, maybe not THAT good. Yesterday night, I was trimming my eyebrows, and I was happily pulling out the stray hairs till my left eyebrow became super thin. And now my left and right eyebrows aren't even, AS USUAL. Goodness. I'm never touching them again when they grow out, which I hope is soon! And then I couldn't sleep well, and had the weirdest dream ever. It wasn't an altogether bad one, but it sure was weird. Gahh.

I love Jiang Meng!

I love weathers like this, when it's sunny yet there are dark clouds in the sky. There's something special and warm about the contrast. Reminds me of blustery London mornings, when the sun is shining so brightly overhead, but the wind is so chilly, it makes your skin tingle. I miss London!

This Thursday morning, I'm bursting with unspoken words, with delirious joy, as is Zhiying's MSN nick. I feel like dancing and jumping, running and screaming, laughing and laughing till my cheeks ache. A HAPPY GIRL IS A PRETTY GIRL!

I love Jiang Meng!

You know after you just brush your teeth, and that minty taste is still in your mouth? Drink some chocolate milk, and it feels really good! Hehehe. Like eating mint chocolates! Right. Just something I discovered just now.

So far, this week has been quite unproductive. I completed Market Structures, save for the last bit of the Oligopoly notes. But I just read through and tried to stuff the info into my distracted brain. I can't study at home! Next week onwards, I'm plonking my ass in school. Yikes.

I miss Mark! The other day, Bob told me not to worry, cos Mark's in Jakarta, not Jogjakarta. The lameness of that statement rendered me speechless. Puahaha. I hope he bought something nice for me there!! :D

Okay, that's all for now folks! Can't wait for Fukie to send me the Preusem photos & videos!

Did I tell you that my brother has been going for guitar lessons? And my parents recently bought him a spanking new guitar. He's been twiddling around with it and playing the first few chords (is that what they're called?) of Romance D'Amour. Love that song; it's the one in Autumn in my Heart. But he has yet to master it though. Can hardly wait for him to become a pro guitarist, and then I'll surely make him play all the songs I love. Schubert's Serenade, Rachel's Regrets and many many more!

Woke up pretty early this morning; 8.30am, considering the 10.30am which I awoke to the day before. Went swimming! I haven't been swimming in a long, long time. It's quite boring, but it felt good to be in the water again. I really wonder how I managed to get my silver during my swimming lessons back then. Must've been hell. Wish I'd gone for gold though. But I kind of gave up on it when I couldn't complete the required number of laps within the time limit. Ah well. There are many things I regret not continuing with... basketball, which I eventually picked up again, but I regret ever stopping. Swimming... and especially wushu. I really liked it. Guess I've learnt to cherish what I'm given now. :)

Okay, continuing from when I left off... After swimming, I went to shower, then tidied the house a little and cleaned my room. Heehee, then I watched another two episodes of DBY. Woohoo! Jiang Meng is the shit! And Yang Cheng Lin is so cute lah. If I were a guy, I'd surely go after her. Muahaha. Now I think I might have an inkling why guys like cute girls. But YCL is ten times cuter than the other cute girls lah. And she has character too, she's not one of those frail girls who allows others to bully her. And I think I might have made a grammatical error in the previous sentence. Ugh, I wish Mr. Seng didn't give us that grammer lesson. Now I'm so conscious of my sentence structures. Anyway, I've got something to gripe about. You know in those Taiwanese/Korean dramas, when the guy starts fighting with some gangster and they beat each other up real bad? Why does the girl always stand at the side and scream at them, "Bu yao zai da le!" and upon realizing that due to this wonderful thing called testosterone, the two guys aren't about to quit whacking each other anytime soon, the girl starts crying and her shouts diminish to a mixture of whimpers of "Bu yao zai da le!" and sobs? It's so stupid, please. The obvious thing would be to:

a)Stop them when they begin to push one another and say dumbass things like, "Wanna fight izzit?"/"Lai ah! Da la!" (Come lah! Fight lah!) It's quite obvious they're gonna start fighting right. Stop them before they actually exchange punches!

b)Or shout, "Police!/Mata! (Malay for Police)/Jing cha!" or in any other language the two guys will understand. Just to scare them, you know. This would be exceptionally effective in Singapore.

Yeah, so that's the thing that always annoys me in those dramas. Although if the two guys were fighting over me... I'd be more than happy to let them knock each other around for a bit, while I pretend to be weak and helpless, flailing my arms around at the side, because that's what guys like, right? Showing off their manliness in front of the girl they both love, fighting for their woman etc. They sure wouldn't like it if I go barging into their fight, screaming, "Stop it, you buffoons!"

Okay, so far I did a unit of Econs TYS. I always feel sleepy when I actually sit down to try and study a bit. This has got to stop!! Motivation/drive/determination please come out now! I haven't got much time left, so I really should stop hanging around the computer. Easier said than done though. My willpower is almost nada sometimes.

Can't wait to go out with the girls this Thursday!! :D:D And yay, there's SG Idol tomorrow! I really wish this was the holidays, as in, truly a holiday! Like in America, where they get summer breaks, and they don't even need to study/do any homework during that period. It's just fun, fun and more fun. Doing whatever they want. Sigh.

Okay no more complaining. It's not like I can change my current "elephant" sitting here and whining. (Hehehe, watch Devil Beside You and you'll know what I mean by "elephant") Off to study!!

Melissa aja aja!

PS: I love Jiang Meng!
PPS: I still love Jiang Meng!
PPPS: I want a boyfriend like Jiang Meng!
PPPPS: I want to marry Jiang Meng!
PPPPPS: Okay, I'm outta here.

Jiang Meng!!

I love Jiang Meng.

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AAAAAAARGGGGGH!!!!!!!!!!

Jiang Meng!!

Got back from Pre-U Sem on Friday. I actually did a pretty long post on it, but somehow blogger didn't save it. Gah. Anyhow, the experience was just da bomb. :) SG 16 and GFC 31 made the whole experience a blissful and enriching one! Panel discussions and the meetings with the various personnel from MOE was quite an eye-opener too.

<3 to Divya, Lisbeth, Queena, Nan, Melissa, Annabel, Fukie, Khalis, Poonam, Jen Wei, Jason, Yuhui, Bin, William, Hariz and Michelle! I hope I didn't leave anyone out.

Photos will be up when Fukie sends them over:D

There are some people in life who are simply destined to do far greater things than any one of us can ever hope to achieve. These are the people who do, rather than talk. These are the people who make a concerted effort to carry out their dreams, their hopes, rather than just talk about them. Rather than just complain about the obstacles in their way of achieving their dreams. These are the people who actually try and remove their obstacles, instead of whining about them.

I've learnt that words are most of the time, useless without any action. You don't need to speak to show your purported big dreams and great hopes, or to show your intellect. I don't need to show off my knowledge in front of people or like books which were on the bestseller's list but which I cannot understand. For example, that book "Tuesdays with Morrie". Such a big deal was made out of it, but I read about 3/4s of it, and I have given up on completing it. I don't see it teaching me anything. Give me Princess Diaries or Shopaholic anyday. I know of people who laugh at me because I read chick lit and love it. They cannot understand why I would rather watch romantic comedies over an intellectual thriller. They regard me with disdain because I don't know one big hotshot in the political scene from the other. They look down on me because I don't seem to take anything seriously.

Yes, I know how you look at me. But I'm glad to say that it has never bothered me. Because as much as you disregard my intellect (I do have one, I assure you), as much as you think I'm some airhead, as much as you think I'm frivolous and inferior... I'm sorry to say then, that you don't know me at all.

I don't want to be narrow-minded like the people who look down on me. I don't ever want to look down on people anymore. I don't want to judge people based on gossip. I don't want to think that I am better than others just because I come from a better school. Most of all, I don't want to and will not try and pass myself off as being "intellectual" and engage in serious debates about politics or whatnot, when I don't care at all.

I leave you with my favourite quote from Sylvia Plath.

"The courage of shutting up, in spite of artillery!"