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Song of the Moment...

防空洞 作词:戴佩妮 作曲:戴佩妮 编曲:吴庆隆 还记得那一次你将你的手 小心的放进我的口袋轻声的说不要颤抖 还记得那一次你擦干我的泪 还坚持将我低下的头紧紧的贴进你的胸口 我有多久没感动过若不是你那么强烈的保护我 若不是你的那一句你有的不多 却愿意把最好的都留给我 你要我住进你心里的防空洞 不让无谓的思绪暗涌 再多分扰也都没有用 你决定了我所有的喜怒哀愁 你把我带到一个停泊的港口让回忆可以避避风 仰望着夜空听潮起潮落 为你我不再向往着漂流 I am feeling

The KTV Commandments

VRTs

Very Random Thoughts My VRTs. I have 300 phone numbers stored in my mobile, 281 friends on Friendster, 215 MSN contacts and 104 email contacts in my Yahoo! address book. Why am I staying at home on a Friday night? ___________________________________________________________________ There is a massive 'match-making' campaign going on in the office. They are trying to link me up with the volunteers and what nots. I didn't even mention that I am single! Haha. It is quite fun. Is this a sign that I am getting older? ___________________________________________________________________ Will we ever be friends again? Will we talk to each other again? ___________________________________________________________________ Will you tell me the truth soon? Maybe I should have the tolerance and give you the space you need. That's what friends are for. ___________________________________________________________________ What lies in the future? Why am I so indecisive at times? ___________________________________________________________________ Exam results expected to be released on 6th June. 06-06-06. Bad omen. Perhaps I must learn to pray. ___________________________________________________________________ All the subjects in Yr 3 seem interesting! I am supposed to choose 2 prescribed electives but I have short listed 4! How dey? ___________________________________________________________________ Questions, questions and more questions. I really shouldn't be awake at this hour. I babbel a lot. ___________________________________________________________________ When I say random, I really mean random.

现实

The truth hurts. But sometimes, not knowing the truth hurts too.

The Toilet Bowl

Lalala. Thanks to a senior in school and a fellow volunteer, I had the opportunity to visit Villa Bali finally. Usually, people will go on to talk about how great the ambience is and how tasty the drinks are. But for me, being extra as usual, will talk about something else. I will be talking about the toilets. No, not that they are very kampong- or resort-looking, but really about the toilet bowl. I do not know how many people actually realise that the toilet bowls there allow you to wash your "八月十五" aka your bon bon. I knew about this kind of 'technology' from my interior designer friend way back in poly and I find it funny. If I did not remember wrongly, it is usually a separate toilet bowl from the one you use to do your business. But Villa Bali only has one. So, and I think, you can do your business and wash your *ahem* simultaneously, consecutively or whatever you prefer. Erm. Just try and imagine that. How will you know if the right kind of fluid is used? How about the tissue paper? *_*''' I think someone tried to use the washing function. Because when i stepped into the toilet, the water level in the toilet bowl was higher than average. And there was toilet paper floating around. So instintively, I flushed the toilet. Bad bad bad choice. The contents started spilling out. I did the most amazing cha-cha back step and managed to escape from the, erm, 'mixture'. I rushed out of the toilet and told the wait staff about what happened. Later, I heard them saying something about someone forgeting to switch off the water supply for the toilet bowl. Hahahahahaha. At that point, all I hope was that they didn't think it was me who did it. Or charge the plumbing job to my bill. Luckily they didn't. I am glad to have escaped from that mess that came spilling out of the toilet bowl. The moral of the story is: Do not attempt to wash your behinds with the same toilet bowl that you do your business in, even if it allows you to do so. AFTERNOTE I found out that these toilet bowls are call washlets. And the cleaning function is actually fixed on the toilet seat. And I quote this website for a particular brand of washlet: "When activated, a wand extends from the seat to provide a gentle stream of aerated water with adjustable temperature and pressure for safe, effective cleansing. Variable settings can be easily adjusted to suit personal needs. " "After all, now that cleaning is evolving, shouldn't you catch up to it? " I think I prefer the good old toilet paper.

Queens Of KTV - I'm not included...

Welcome to the real world

Dust, dust. It's been a month since I last blog. As cliche as it may sound, I am still going to say that time passes soooo quickly. I would have love to spend my holidays in leisure. But for some people, it is just impossible. Besides, I think I would feel pretty bored. The number one phrase that I have been hearing and 'feeling' at work is this particular phrase

"Welcome to the real world"

Well. With some changes in the office, there are certain things that are done more professionally now and I have to adapt to it. It is not easy, afterall old habits die hard. Yes. Welcome to the new world. The fittest survive. Sometimes when you get too comfortable in your old shoes, you'll just refuse to go through the agony of putting a new pair of shoes, enduring blisters. But at times, that favourite dress of yours for the past few years becomes an eye sore or does not fit anymore, and you'll have to decide what to do with it (usually thrown aside and ignored). on the horns of a dilemma. a sticky wicket. between the devil and the deep blue sea. between Scylla and Charybdis. between a rock and a hard place. How now, brown cow? Sometimes, it is not necessary a choice ya know. PS: Da Vinci Code is a boring movie and Over the Hedge is simply hilarious .

CAUTION: THIS IS NOT A TOY

After much searching, I finally bought a new bag! A champagne-coloured PUMA bag. Nothing special or interesting about that. What is funny is the message on the plastic bag that came with it. CAUTION: THIS IS NOT A TOY Obviously it's just a bag. OK, we didn't really think you would mistaken it for a game consol. All we mean is don't fool around and put it on your head, you'll just look silly. Way to go Puma. Check out this webbie too. I think it is just brilliant.

More photoshop

What is this sgfriends thingy? Why are they tagging on my blog? I went to check out the site and found that I am listed on their webbie. Tried to find out who submitted my URL but there was no name. Funny. Anyway. What do you get when you mix two sisters, a bottle of vodka, a flower and a camera? Endless cam-whoring. =)

No. We didn't drink.

Finally!

Goodness gracious! After a frantic newswriting paper, an out-of-the-odinary international relations paper (aka 201 all over again) and a write-until-my-hand-pain crime and deviance one, I'm can relax a tiny bit. I have dug out the cross stitich set that I have bought yons ago, and continued from I stopped. Hopefully I will finish it this time round. It's a huge canvas though. One more week before I go back to work. And yes, I hear the nagging. I will try my best to leave after this semester. But you guys got to help me find a part time job. Or a sugar daddy. While I was preparing for the papers, there were times when I was bored. So Adobe photoshop became my good friend. And thanks to my other good friend, Sharon, who introduced me to the wonderful and amazing brushes, I was addicted to creating images. Although not very professional, but still okie la. Here are two of the many.

Will write more soon. Let me get back to the wonderful world of adobe photoshop and unleash my feminine side through cross stitch. Ha.

Studying~

MUGGING IN PROCESS...

DO NOT DISTURB!

Yuan-Zhu-Ming lookalike

One of those things that I do when I am bored. The colourful beaded necklace has become a piece of accessory for my head. And I have successfully become a tribal girl lookalike. Excellent. =D If I have the time, I will try and superimpose it with a mountainous background. See how it looks like. For now, back to studying. I hate IR!

Learning

I must learn to be more generous. I must learn to be less sensitive. I must learn to be more bo chup. I must learn to be less kpo. I must learn to accept the fact that I am not everyone's friend. I must learn to learn new things about myself, even though I may not like it.

Look-alikes

Found this link from Mr. Brown's website and thought that it is really interesting... You upload a picture of yourself and they will match it to a celebrity - male or female. But results are not guaranteed. Just for the fun of it.

Zhang Ziyi! My goodness... 60% similarity Eh.. decided to upload a funny picture of myself. And the result is Serena Williams. Hmm... Check this out. Liv Tyler! Wooho! 72% similarity. If only it is true. I can see the similarity here. The shape of the face and that's it. That's me when I was 4 or 5 years old. Konichiwa~ Watashi wa nihon-jin desu.

Old friends and memories

Catching up with an old friend has always been one of my favourite past time.

When I had lunch with KC the other day, it just reminded me how long ago secondary school was. It also reminded me of the fun we had in school and how much I missed those carefree days.

Things just ain't the same once you hit a certain age, isn't it?

People always say that your secondary school days will be those that will be 'engraved' in your memories. Those will be the days where you will have lots of fun and perhaps keep a few friends for life. I have always believed in that saying and I am glad to say that the saying has not failed me.

Every morning on my way to NTU, the bus will pass by my secondary school. The facade of the school has changed, but in my heart, I will always remember the kindness of the teachers and the rapport amongst the students. As I looked at the school dimly lit by the morning sun, I can't help but feel a sense of gratefulness. It is weird isn't it? To feel so much for my secondary school.

Whenever I meet my secondary school teachers in the street, I will acknowledged them. I feel that it is just a basic form of respect.

I met the ex-discpline master in NIE last year. He was one of those respected character in the school and when he walk past, all students, no matter good or mischievous, will get out of his path. Maybe it is a bit exaggerated, but you get the idea. We talked a little about the teachers back then in the school and he was surprised at the fact that I could still remember the names of all my teachers. Actually, I was surprised too. The names just surfaced as we talked about them. Talking about memories being engraved.

I missed the times where: I will arrive early in school and go for breakfast (水晶包 with Ice Milo) in the canteen, sitting at the parade square in circles talking about celebrities and copying homework before the morning assembly,wondering if there will be any spot checks and planning how to hide that sharp comb, attending cooking lessons and food tasting that follow after, peering at tadpoles through microscopes, remembering the TOA KAH SOH, throwing bread into the fish pond and pretending to push someone into it, staring at the ah lians putting on their make-up in the toilets and looking forward to dismissal time so that we can hang out in the classroom, telling each other stuff that we have been keeping to ourselves for the entire day.

When you start dreading the future and think about the past, you know that you are getting older.

Laziness

Work is piling up, but i am just so lazy! Wish I could just laze around...

Of whitening lotion and being short

Term break is officially over and surprise, surprise, I am still in a holiday mood... The one-week break just passed by like that. I seemed to be doing a lot of stuff during that week, but I cannot remember what I did. Except for my emceeing stint for an event at MOS and the KTV sessions. Ha. Chitra reminded me that it is only 5 weeks till the end of lessons and about 7 weeks till the end of exams. Isn't that like fast? It seems like we have just started the new semester! Tons of readings to catch up and projects to complete. Ahhhhhhh! Check out the picture taken at the launch party of a youth portal held at MOS below. I look like a dwarf and feel like an ugly duckling beside Eunice Olsen. Goodness. And to think I was wearing heels. Can you imagine how it would look like if I had wore flats? I think the photographer would have a hard time fitting me into the picture. I realised that I am really very very tan too. Ah! Even Ronald Susilo is fairer than me! I am seriously thinking of using whitening lotion. If there are tanning saloons, why aren't there whitening saloons? I think they might earn quite a bit of money. Or maybe, I should just blame it on the dim lighting at the venue. Ha.

Too emotional or not?

Sometimes I wonder. Am I such a 'emotion-less' person? I hate to admit it but there are times when I hoped I could be a nicer person with a better temper. A better person that have the perfect knowledge on how to handle different situations. Sometimes I am just speechless as to how to react to certain things that people tell me. Most of the time, I think I reacted wrongly. You just know it. Especially when they cut the conversation short and there is this moment of slience. Or that look in their eye indicating that they expect you to say something more or is surprised at the response. I get that quite often. Emotionless? Maybe it is a wrong word. I can be very emotional. Just like what motivated me to write this. Just by reading the blog of a certain 'friend'. Sometimes I wished that I would not pore over certain issues for a prolong period of time. However, my heart will always do most of the thinking for me. That's bad isn't it? Even the slightest reminder of an incident will have me plunged into my 'semi-depression' mode. My brain is cluttered with funny thoughts, I do not know how to think or what to think. I am just sitting there - the incident replaying in my head. And me feeling reproachful for what I have done or not done. Thinking about how I could have otherwise handled the situation better and how it could have turned out otherwise. Just like now. Just because of one stupid blog entry I had read. What kind of feeling is this? I cannot even find the exact word to describe it. Whatever la. I think I need some brain tonic. I have problems concentrating in lectures these days. Scene: The lecturer had just talked about an important point and I began to write it down. Lecturer continues talking. I write down 5-6 words and forget what the lecturer had just said. Tried to recall but to no avail and..... missed the next few points the lecturer was saying. So many times, I had to turn and stared at my neighbours' notes. After a while, I am worried that they might get irritated. So I switch on my screen saver mode. Zonk out. What is happening to me? Be nice and send me Brands' Chicken Essence this coming Valentines' Day someone. I am slipping away... ...

Just Me and My Fish.

Search engines and keywords

The blog counter thingy is really fun. There is this function where you can check who read or a search has been generated for you blog. Not exactly your blog, but rather they search for certain key words, and they exist in your blog. Not making sense? Never mind. Just look at this table.

All Keywords

HITS         Keyword 2         bantermag (MSN) 1         zhang ziyi and michelle chong (Yahoo) 1         michelle chong (Yahoo) 1         www.rdasia (MSN) 1         zhang ziyi michelle chong interview (Yahoo) 1         bantermag (Yahoo) 1         serene koh career (Yahoo) 1         joanne peh ntu (Yahoo) 1         chun lian (MSN) 1         bantermag singapore (Yahoo) 1         chalet spritual reader (Yahoo) 1         nicole serene (MSN) 1         www.friends@rdasia.com.sg (Yahoo) 1         xinz blogspot (Yahoo) 1         20th Birthday inscriptions (MSN) 1         funny cake inscriptions (Yahoo) 1         qing yao movies (Yahoo) 1         birthday cake inscriptions (MSN) 1         "serene koh" (Yahoo)

See? People who search on Yahoo or MSN using these words had my blog address generated as part of their search results. This is due to the fact that I had these words written in my entries somewhere. Amazing what technology can do ya...

新年快乐!

祝大家狗年行好运, 身体健康, 万事如意!

Random thoughts

3rd week of school already. Isn't that fast? The entire CS is so much quieter with the Year 3s off to their internship and the Year 2s off to all corners in the universe. A tad too quiet. 3rd week of school and yet I am still on a holiday mood. Maybe it's because I start lessons late in the afternoon and have a long weekend. Maybe I am just lazy. It is the season of falling sick again. My cough has been tormenting me for the past 2 weeks. Then when I was about to recover, it became a cold and had me sneezing my nose off. Ah! I sneezed twice as I am writing this. Really sick. I read the book 'Memoirs of a Geisha' in 1999 and never thought they would ever make it into a movie. I caught the movie and notice that many vivid details are left out in the making. It is quite a pity. Nevertheless, the Asian actresses proved their worth and did a great job in portraying the main characters in the story. It is also quite interesting when Michelle Chong interviewed Zhang Ziyi and Rob Marshall in her geisha get-up and that accent. Not to forget how hilarious it is when Michelle Chong passed a note 'discreetly' to Rob Marshall asking for a role in the sequel of the movie. I think Michelle Chong did the same thing when she interviewed Sandra Bullock for the movie 'Ms Congeniality II'. She wore a gown and a tiara to both the interview and the premiere. Quite a unique idea really. I think it is also kind of fun. But I am wondering if the interviewees are open to the idea and if they like it... I think I would find it really funny instead and perhaps not able to concentrate during the interview. Have also been thinking about what I am going to do after I get out of school. Still do not know where to head to. I think I want to marry early and be a taitai... Travel the world and spend money to help the global economy. Day dreaming. What a bunch of random thoughts.

First week in school

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