Thursday, April 28, 2005
On a lighter note,

I think I have to be more weary of the stuff I do at home because my every move is being documented on my sister's blog. That's freaky. Now her friends know how cuckoo I am at home, plus all my different methods of tormenting my 14 year old sister.

I just had driving today. Reverse Parking is a-okay. I'm not much of a hazard on the road now, only I tend to be timid. William called me timid at least 5 times today. I felt like stabbing his beer belly and changing his awful ringtone. Okay, zero relevance. Tsk, its not timid! I just prefer driving at a low speed. Especially when moving off from the traffic light.

Now I'm at home, sipping peach tea and thinking of cutting my very long nails. Oh, and my hair has grown to an incredibly long length. I stare at the mirror in disbelief, maybe sometimes proud of myself that I actually could endure growing the mane to such great lengths.

I feel like a mountain lion.

Listened to Perfect 10 lately?

No way, man. All Requests Live's Justin Ang had a report of this supposedly recent whore college set up in San Fran. NO WAY. Like NO FRICKIN WAY. Its just wrong!

Get a hold of this: There's even scholarships to get you into this college. You'll supposedly graduate with a degree in, what, prostituition?!

WHAT DO THEY TEACH IN THIS WORLD?!

I didn't want to believe my ears, but hey, I googled it up and voila! I found the college's website. Seriously man, its sickkk. Those with curious minds, don't worry, the website doesn't contain anything not suitable for work, or NSFW, as they say it. It just documents the different modules the students will learn. MODULES?! LEARN?! OH MY GOODNESS. I don't know how many times I'm contradicting myself or being really ironic. Whats so educational about learning to be a prostitute?!

No wayyy. And the fees are like US$40? Sickkk la. I really thought Justin Ang was kidding. I am not even going to link the site. Because it is really sick?! I am suffering from violent convulsions right now. That is one college I don't think anyone I know applied for.

And Oh, they also have a dean! Like what?? The head mamasan? Gosh, this IS a sick world.

Really. NO WAY.

Monday, April 25, 2005
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Thanks to those who took my quiz. I was superbly amused by the wrong answers. Haha! I passed my final theory once lah. Only my basic I had to take it twice. How silly of me. Haha, anyways, as mentioned on my sister's blog, I did have a fiasco with this lock of mine.



See, I was cleaning my table, cause it was so messy I couldn't see the colour of the table. So I chanced upon this lock I used to lock up my desk in Crescent.((We had those locker desks.)) So, the bad thing was, I really couldn't remember the combination code. I tried all possibilities, still nothing seemed to work. So I had to bring it back to basics. I painstakingly tried 000,001,002,003...300,...398,399...410... until I reached 415 and the lock magically popped.

Perseverance ah.

My sister thought it was damn selenger, but whatever. At least I made it work. hehe.

Oh, yes for the non believers, my parents did go to a nursery. To buy plants! (if you don't know what I'm talking about, scroll down and take the quiz)

Saturday, April 23, 2005
im bored.

So take my quiz. (only if you're really bored, and swear you won't pulverise me.)

Brink of depression

Ahhhh. I'm in such a state pf panic right now that I'm teetering on the edge of depression. Most of my scholarship applications have been rejected, mainly due to the fact that I did not receive any replies from any of them. PSC posted me to MOE, which also, I have not received any replies when people I know who were posted there already have had replies.

NUS rejected my applications, I think for Medicine and Dentistry. Now I'm left with my third choice of Chemistry @ their faculty of Science, which I don't even know if I'm in. WHY!?!?! Why was I not even shortlisted for Medicine? Haha, my first taste of rejection and it hurts, really bad. Bahhh. I wonder who they select, since having 4 distinctions did not even get me into the essay part of the selection process. Oh wells. Tawakal amylia, tawakal. Now I'm so panicky. Its crazy. Will NUS really just reject me and throw me to one side? and not even give me a chance at their faculty of science?

BAAAAAAAHHHHHH.

I really did want to pursue an MBBS at NUS. Check the Malay paper dated 5th March 2005. I said I wanted to do medicine when they interviewed me, post results. ARRRRGGGHHH.

Mendaki rejected me. Because I did not get a distinction for my GP. Hmm. So much for wanting to help Malays, yeah.

HOW?!

Well, at least I have something to rest my head on, knowing that I got a place in NTU, my first choice of Chemistry. So that consoles me, a little. But NUS has always been my dream school! Don't I even stand a chance in their Faculty of Science? BAHHHH.

I'm in a state of panic, just about ready to fall into depression.

God help me.

Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Name-calling

I read Sunday's paper gen Y section about teens with unique names. Headline speaks for itself, like why on earth would their parents give them such names? Well, coming to think of it, its not that bad. No, seriously. There was this guy by the name of Fonzarelli. I think thats a smackass nice name! Like when you introduce yourself, everyone goes "Hi I'm Mary.. Hi I'm Johnathan.. Hi I'm Siti.. Hi I'm Muthu.." and YOU go "Hi I'm Fonzarelli"

WHOA.

That is sure to turn some heads, bat some eyelids and clean some ears.

Some others are Grandville, Otard, Assumpta and Pony.

But I still think Fonzarelli is a damn nice name.

I think when you give your child a unique name, it can go either way. People will either go WHOA or people will raise their eyebrow in disbelief. Some evil ones will poke fun at your name, of course. I've had friends with really nice and unique names too. But none too outrageous. Particularly in Crescent, I've heard so many names that I never knew existed. But they're really nice names, I must say. Names like Eugenia (if you're reading this, NOTHING), Afsheen (whom the teacher ALWAYS mispronounces), Shimada (which I think is really nice) and of course my dear friends Sahibah, because I thought her name was the Malay version of Scrabble (my linguistic proficiency in the said language is HIGHLY debatable), and Hody.

My sister says hers is unique because she's the only one on Friendster with the name Amelina.

Yeap, those names are nice, yet unique. But not too outrageous. See, normal people can do it, but celebs always take it a step higher. I'm sure all of you have heard the name of someone's son, which I won't comment, scared I kena sue. Or, -wait- those who name their sons after David Beckham. My goodness. I bet there are a million of Davids or Beckhams around. That's just a lack of originality man. Name your son Botticelli or something.

Oh man, the name Fonzarelli is still ringing in my head. It has a nice ring to it.

But something which I detest is when someone makes fun of another's name. That should never be done, kids. Even in the name of fun. Its fun for you, but never fun for the poor kid with the name. No matter how outrageous the name is, the kid is stuck with it forever. So don't make his life a living hell, ok.

Now I feel bad. Because in Sec3, I had a friend named Anna. Me and another girl would go around telling others that Anna was really smart as a kid because she could already spell her name backwards.

Saturday, April 16, 2005
Great day, isn't it?

Time to wake up and smell some roses. Sure smells sweet. I had one of the most perfect days in my life today. Well, it was a perfect start, at least. Lovely, lovely.

Friday, April 15, 2005
Happy Birthday Mummy.

Heh. I sound like a kid. Yeah, its my mum's 43rd birthday today! First thing that came to my mind was: ARRRRGGGHHHH. SO OLD!!!!

It felt like yesterday when we celebrated her 36th birthday or something. 43?! ARRR. I got her, or rather, treated my family to Swensen's black forest ice cream cake, which resulted in my mum and my sis playing with the dry ice. As usual.

Oh well, the thing with my mum or my parents, for that matter, is that they refuse to believe that they're growing old. They still think that they're in their teens. Well, which is good, cause my main source of entertainment at home is my parents, actually. Oh well, second to my sister.

They're young punks la, seriously. My mum's obsessed with Constantine Maroulis, and the best thing is my dad doesn't even say anything or get jealous when she gawks shamelessly at Constantine, sometimes mispronouncing his name ("EH IS THAT CON-TERST-TIN?"), but whatever. I guess 21 years of marriage keeps you immuned. She thinks he's really good looking, which, HELLO, I beg to differ.


My sec 2 cousin, whom I've been tutoring, got 34/35 for her maths test! I am so proud of her! Felt like strangling her over that one mark, but it was too spectacular, really. To finally see the results you want to see, and to see my cousin so happy and whatnot. Ah. Fabulous.

I digress.

Thursday, April 14, 2005
Hollywood kills.

Heard "All About You" by Mcfly? Its so sweet! Ahh, anyways, you know how I think those Hollywood teen romances are simply bogus. Haha. Its impossible for two people to meet and immediately know they they're the ONE that you're simply destined with. Bogus, I tell you.

Relationships, in truth are bittersweet. Romance novels or the movies are a bad representation of the truth, which is why I've never read the former or particularly liked the latter. Those depicted are but the active imagination of the script writer or the author. And their imagination earns them big bucks. Damn. I also want.

Anyway, I spent a good portion of yesterday basking in the silence of the Woodlands Library. Ah, how I love that place. Being surrounded by books, books and nothing else. Picked up some local literature. Re-read Catherine Lim's "Following the wrong God home" which I simply adore. Tells a tale of a girl who is pressured to marry someone, yet her heart beats for someone else. Felt like I met and empathised with Yin Ling for the umpteenth time.

Reading Damien Sin's short stories compelled me to write again. I stopped writing proper journals or short stories in early J1 because, well, yes, because I had no time. I really miss writing, now come to think of it! haha! I used to sit down and write for hours in sec4. How lovely it was.

Oh well. Circumstances.


how i dream for you
to wake me from this nightmare
to wrap me in your arms;
so close,
to say words that i so long to hear.

but dreams are but mere fantasy.
they do not happen,
they are not real.

even so,
how i wish
this dream will come true.

Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Almost a relief teacher

I received a call today for relief teaching at G*ee**i**e secondary school. Was excited, for a while, until the lady on the other line said, "we need you to be here before 8am." Nothing wrong right? Well, the thing was that she called me at 7.05 am.

Logically thinking, I just woke up for morning prayers, I need to bathe and get dressed in a short span of 15minutes and get my butt out of home to the school. If the school was Yusof Ishak Sec, I don't mind since I live just next to it. But the school was at least 40 minutes away by bus or train/LRT. I had to decline the offer, obviously.

I think its really silly of the school to make the call and give such short notice. And worse, when I asked what subject I would be teaching, she said "I'm not sure yet. I just want you to come down and be here before 8."

Monday, April 11, 2005
Blog hopping

I paid my 2 best friends a visit today. Well, I visited baba, and lydia, on their blogs, of course! Those two relief teachers are soooo busy nowadays, they don't have time to go shopping! The great thing was, both of them cracked me up. Reading their blog entries, I can picture Lydia screaming/nagging at her students and Baba in baju kurung setting this worksheet which amused me big time.

Friday, April 08, 2005
A dinner like never before.

Wow. I wished my digital camera was with me today.

First things first, finally after a thousand and one days at home, I finally went down to Orchard Road to walk about. Was walking about Heeren with my sister when I saw someone familiar walking towards me. Oh well he seemed to be basking in his newly found fame, or rather, whatever's left of his fame as he strutted around Annex. I'm talking about Singapore Idol finalist Christopher Michael Lee. (is that his name? forgive me if I got it wrong)

That was one.

And then as we (my sister and I) walked back to Royal Plaza Hotel, the one opposite Far East via Tangs, we bumped into the infamous Street Eyebrow Plucker, Steven Lim. I swear we almost burst out laughing as we recalled how he once approached us.

"Hi, do you speak English? I'm actually a very famous person in Singapore..."

He was traumatising some other teenage kid.

So anyways, the dinner, yes, the dinner. It was buffet @ Cafe Vienna (the one in Royal Plaza on Scotts), which was really great, to say the very least. ( a blatant understatement, but yah.)

There was sushi, sashimi, a wide spread of cold dishes, poached salmon, a heap of meat to stock up on carbos, all the salads in the world, fondue, chocolate mousse, truffles and yummy ice cream, just to name a few. Wow. I just didn't know where to start. I ate till I really couldn't eat anymore. The desserts were *oh my God* simply sumptious. For once, I had to reject any other chocolate-y stuff that my mother or sister took for me. I never reject chocolate.

I swear I put on 400 kgs, at the very least.

Now I'm full, and very satisfied. Oh to top it off, my dad met his friend at the hotel's surau (prayer place) and that guy happened to be the director of the hotel's sales. So he came by the restaurant and gave us a 20% discount on the entire bill.

Lovely lovely. What a nice way to mark my parents' 21st Wedding Anniversary.

Thursday, April 07, 2005
Chipmunk songs.

I don't know if any of you have heard the song titled "Lonely"? Its been playing on Perfect Ten quite a lot recently. No offence to Mr Akon or anything, but really the chipmunk voice crooning the chorus is damn smacking funny man. Its cute, and its a really nice song, and I can't help but smile everytime I hear that song being played on radio.

I think it isn't the first song to have that weird chipmunk voice. There was another song also, but the voice was more of annoying than cute. Urh. Whatsitcalled. I think its a duet...OOhh. yes, the song's called "Twister". The one with one part that the chipmunk voice goes "...ah ah ah ah ah," I swear I almost slammed my radio on the floor. Okay, I was exaggerating but yah.

Haha! Whassup with the chipmunks man? Really, but "Lonely" is cute, and sad. So go have a listen.

Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Woozy

Argh. I sound like an old woman, I swear. My head is pounding. I feel like my heart has broken free of all the capillaries and arteries that is holding it, keeping it protected within my ribcage and moved up to my head. I dozed off after watching Drumline and woke up hearing my heart beat so hardly, the gentle beats became loud thuds, resonating in my ear, a steady monotonous rhythm.

I think its the medicine I just got from the doctor.

Whatever it is, it isn't good. I can feel a fever coming right up.

Will update later when my heart feels like its back in its original place ya.

Monday, April 04, 2005
MY EYE! MY EYE!

I woke up this morning to find my right eye the size of a pea! What happened? Its really swollen and it takes so much energy for me to keep it open. The mosquitoes love me. Either that or I'm sleeping on a mosquito nest.

ARGH.

Anyways, we met up on Saturday and went to Raffles' Hospital's banquet for dinner. Felt like the good ole times in the SAJC cafe.((For the high-res pics, please ask it from me over MSN. The one I'm posting in the entry is cropped. Try clicking "pics" -----> I uploaded the original sized one there. ))

Really missed everyone. Was nice to see everyone again, updating each other about potential scandals and whatnots. Of course, the evening would not be complete with the nonsensical + comical antics of Suff and Zat which never fails to amuse me.

Ahhh. Just like the good ole days.



Anyways, my grandmother is recovering at a stunning rate. I thank God for giving her a speedy recovery. She can grab things with her left hand and can stand and walk a little already.

Now for my eye. How am I going for tuition this way?!

Friday, April 01, 2005
Those little things.

My other grandmother is suffering from a mild stroke, as I just visited her at Tan Tock Seng Hospital (( TTSH )). Oh, bollocks. I've just lost my maternal grandmother to stroke and some other complications due to old age just last October. I am not prepared to lose any more people that I love.

I am just praying that the mild stroke my grandmother has will just be a tough but transient phase. I know how people say that you have to "redha" whatever Allah puts in your path. Because afterall, He gave us life, and He has all the right in the world to take it back. I guess its in human nature that we grow to love someone. Someone once told me that you should not love a human being so much, because all of us are eventually going to die. Not even your parents nor your spouse. The one you should love with all your heart is God Almighty.

Hmm. That's true.

But then again, I saw this on someone's friendster and it gave me the creeps. That someone wrote in the "About me" description: "I love Jesus because he turns me on."

Yikes.

Kids, that is just wrong. You can say you love your God and all, but the "turning on" is soooo unnecessary, I swear.

Oh well. I digress. Back to the issue of aging and sickness. I think it is time I come out of my shell (( if there is one in the first place )) and seriously change my mentality. I still think like a little girl, I swear. I just want to wear uniforms to school and study all my life. I am not prepared to enter uni and be enroute to working life! No way! I'm too young for this!

Or so I think.

Oh wait. I digress again.

I am just unaccustomed to the fact that people around me are growing old, including myself. Don't take this the wrong way but my parents whom I remember clearly as people in their thirties are now in their mid fourties! My grandmothers and grandaunts whom I'm so attached to are aging rapidly and I only realised this when they start complaining of dizzy spells and leg aches. These people are strong. Or rather, they used to be strong. So them getting mild stroke and leg aches are a little hard for me to swallow. Like when I was told my grandmother had mild stroke I literally went "HEH?"

ARGH. This sucks. I can't get used to it. Maybe if I take time I will. But when will that be?

I wonder, I wonder.

Alhamdulillah, my grandmother was slightly better when I visited her today. She could move her left arm a little, as compared to yesterday, when she couldn't at all.

Well, I guess we got to take what comes. Its just life. So. Bear with it.

Speaking of whatever comes. I just got an email plus sms about the outcome of my PSC scholarship application. They referred me to MOE, so I'm up for the Overseas Merit (yumyum) or the Local-Overseas Merit or potentially other scholarships given by the MOE. Well. I'll just have to keep it in my prayers. I just pray that the outcome will be the best.

And that my grandmother will get well.