A life TOO ordinary..

When lady luck decides to leave you, she'll invite the jinx to stand in... and I guess lately, lady luck is taking a break. But you see, I am no greedy person, I don't need luck all the time, I just want things to go.. smooth, and that includes my bowels.

I've been constipating on and off for the longest of time.. ok, it's getting really frequent lately, people like Kimmie would've heard it a least a dozen times about my malfunctioning bowels..but hey, it's really causing me alot of problems okaeeee.. and I get really anti-social when I am constipating.. URGH..
I HATE CORS says:
must be the chilli I ate the other day
I HATE CORS says:
SIAN..does that mean I cannot eat chilli for the rest of my oredy pathetic life??

To top that up, lappie is not very well.. and the PC Keyboard just died on me.. it's like *poof!* it's dead.Oh well, and the PC is damn damn slow can.. and I wonder what is wrong with it.. and I am just learning to fall in love to use the PC again can..

and school's reopening soon. issit one or two weeks' time? oh whatever... and I only managed to bid for 1 pathetic module. I remember there was one tutorial when our tutor asked what kind of innovation I wish it never exist, at that time I couldn't think of anything.. and now I am clear of what I DON'T want. That is that STUPID, DUMBARSE, RESOURCES-WASTING cors system. Please abolish it. THANKEWWW huh..

*pardon my grammar, my butt hurts, I can't think straight*

Got this off some blog and I thought how many such gurls are there?

Meantime Girl
What's a Meantime Girl?
She's the one you call when you're bored because she makes you laugh.
She's the one you talk to when you're feeling down because she's willing to lend an ear and be a friend.
She's not the one you call when you need a date to your company's Christmas party, or to go dancing with on a Saturday night.
She's the one you spend time with between girlfriends, before you find "The One".
You know, the one who you keep around in the meantime.
She's not one of the guys, not a tomboy, but you don't look at her as a "real" woman, either.
She's not bitchy enough, moody enough, or sexy enough to be seen in that light.
She's too laid-back, too easily amused by the same things your male buddies are amused by.
She's too understanding, too comfortable.
She doesn't make you feel nervous or excited the way a "real" woman does.
But she's cool, and nice, and funny, and attractive enough that when you're lonely or horny and need intimate female companionship, she'll do just fine.
You don't have to wine and dine her because she knows the real you already, and you don't have any facades to keep up, no pretenses to preserve.
You're not trying to get anything of substance out of her.
She's not easy, but you know that she cares about you and is attracted to you, and that she'll give you the intimacy you need.
And you know you don't have to explain yourself or the situation.
But deep down, if you really think about it (which you probably don't because to you, the situation between the two of you isn't important enough to merit any real thought), you know that it's really not fair.
You know that although she would never say it, it hurts her to know that despite all her good points and all the fun you two have, you don't think she's good enough to spend any real time with.
Sure, it's mostly her fault, because she doesn't have to give in to your needs.
She could play the hard-to-get bitch like the rest of them do, if she really wanted to.
But you and she both know that she probably couldn't pull it off.
Maybe she's too short, or a little overweight, or has a big birthmark on her forehead, or works at Taco Bell.
Whatever the reason, somehow life has given her a lot of really great qualities but has left out the ones that men want (or think they want).
You'll joke to her that she should be the best man at your wedding, and she'll laugh and make a joke about a smelly rental tux.
She doesn't captivate you with her beauty, or open doors with her smile.
Mainly she blends in with the crowd.
She's safe.
She doesn't want to be the center of attention and turn the heads of everyone in the room.
But she wants to turn someone's head.
She wants to be special to someone, too.
We all do.
She has feelings.
She has a heart.
In fact, she probably has a bigger and better heart than any woman you've ever known because she's had a front-row seat to The Mess That Is Your Life, and she likes you anyway.
She obviously sees something worthwhile and redeeming in you because although you've given her nothing, absolutely no reason to still be around, she is.
I just want to let every guy know who's ever had the good fortune to have a Meantime Girl that we may be a lot of fun, but we cry, too.
A lot.
And someday we won't be around.


I want to be a GOODtime gurl, not meantime gurl!

You know how irritating it can be to NOT be able to fall asleep when you are fully aware that you are exhausted? So there I was tossing and turning in bed, with no particular reason to be excited whatsoever, hoping I could just fall asleep. And that did not happen. So here I am... Might as well since I want to blog about my outing with the econs gurly-gurls..

It's WQ's birthday today, ok, technically, it's yesterday. So we met up for dinner.. And since my vainpot is in town, I brought her along as well.. And I so wanted to upload some photos we took today but I just can't seem to upload my photos onto this PC and I am too lazy to bring my lappie from the living room.. so oh well, I will continue trying and hope by the end of this blog I get the problem fixed.

You know how amazing it is some friends just know your querky habits so well, even if it's months since you last spoken to each other? Like today, I ordered a hot tea for myself at dinner today and immediately Choo went: you r bleeding again?? hur hur.. *ok I don't bleed perpetually, so don't get the wrong idea* hur hur.. And I was telling them how pathetic I was with CORS bidding.. And again, Choo was saying why am I so pathetic, every semester. Oh well, if I had known, I wouldn't have chose ICM as my major also...

So anyway, I got the pics loaded. YAYEEE....
Here's one of my favourite pic:


WQ: Hope my crush calls me tonight Choo: Hur hur.. DReam on lorrr

And here are the two birthday gurlies..


WQ: Give me the knife!! Choo: Neverrrrrrr

And our parting shot...


See my vainpot's short hair!

Just in case you guys are wondering where we went, we were at Pepper Lunch at Taka, near Yoshinoya. It's this hot plate thing which we all didn't really enjoy.. so to each his/her own, go try it out and see if your taste differ from ours. But no, I wouldn't want to meet any of you there for lunch/dinner/whatsoever.. Just.. count me out. Thanks. But then again, maybe I didn't enjoy it cos' I was bleeding.. hmmm. No, still, count me out.

Hur hur.. so anyway the day ended as I had to send vainpot back to Gombak house. Had a mini mis-adventure when we were at Cheers Bukit Batok.. Please becareful when you guys walk pass there yeah...

It's so nice to be blogging on my PC after more than 6 months.. my table is neat and tidy * and I hope it stays* and my room is.. so nice~~ Anyway I don't intend to move back into KFH.. I think.

Was staring at a receipt, it was a donation made on his behalf on his birthday SOME VERY long time ago...*to help him amass some good karma, you see* and it did, the following year, he found the love of his life.. And when it came to my own birthdays, I always forgot to do the same for myself, *it's either I squander all the money on something worthless, or I spend it enriching my soul, ie travelling..* So, no good karma for me, and so the love of his life is someone else, not me.

I was wondering if I made my donation, could things have gone my way? *fat hope* There were many times I still wonder if things could've gone a different way if I had done the right things at the right time and avoided all the wrong stuffs that I didn't. But it's always back at square one, it's been years and I should let it go. Maybe I should make my own pledge this December and hopefully find the love of my life soon enough. hur hur hurrrr

I was supposed to go to a wake tonight.. it's a friend's daddy's wake.. And I didn't. Come to think of it, we weren't that close and I don't really like people with hidden agendas. OK, so I am petty and childish and bitchy and stuffs, in times like this, I should not be analysing too much and should just get my big, fat, lazy arse there and offer my most sincere consolation. But I didn't think I could do that to a person I barely knew, nothing would sound sincere anyway.. I am not sure if the friend who contacted me and asked me to go really cared or issit just going there to pay some lip service. I just didn't think such hypocrisy is necessary, at least on my part.

was talking to WWS about photo posting and I decided to check out my yahoo! photos.. BOY I WAS YOUNG. the photos were dated back 2002.. which was 3 freaking years ago.. before I entered NUS.. oh man.. think I do miss those days...



Young pandas


Don't kill me Kimmie, I just need to show everyone how much we I aged..


My lost youth~~~

*phew* that was too much to bear. I should stop looking at old photos of myself.

Been sickk since I got back from BKK *see, I'm really getting old..* So anyway, I keep getting feverish on and off..is this a symptom of something baaad? hur hur.. any immediate remedy?? I hate to when I was giving tuition and feel bad all of the sudden.. NO GOOD..

Speaking of lost youth, I was talking to Wenwei*aka IrritatingLEE* and we mentioned about voting. YEAH, we can finally vote. But then again, what difference will it make? hur hur..

It's been a very cooling, near to cold, day.. I was so freaking afraid to be caught in the rain cos' I haven't got a brolly with me.. so there was a little driszzle and stuffs, and I managed to make my way to meet the Happy Gurlies for Sushi Buffet at Orchard Cineleisure. What a 'fulfillling' meal it was.. And it's the only meal I need for the day. hur hur..

After which, we went shopping and I bought a set of sexyclothes for my vainpot..VERY NICE...

The front

The sexy butt

Yup so it's very pretty. yayee. I'll take a picture of my vainpot when she wears it.

What's with these people? Don't they have anything more constructive to do than trying to bomb innocent civilians? I just cannot comprehend their motivation behind all these.. OH WELL..

On the other hand, I am BACK! from the "City of Angels" *I read it from the brochure*, Bangkok.. it's...VERY HOT. There's no end to perspiration.. But overall, the people are nice and friendly and considerate and polite and NOT rude.. People do turn and apologise when they knock into you. *I like~* Food is damn cheap and I am missing all the birds'nest and Tom Yum and Roasted meat and grilled fish.. FOOD~ GLORIOUS FOOD!~~

Was swimming with Kimmie today. And I don't know what got into me, I just swam and swam for about 2 hours.. And the sun was hot, very very hot..well and good, since kimmie wants a tan *ok, I'd like one too*. So anyway 2 hours in the pool, to and fro and to and fro and to and fro and yayee, we both got a tan.

On my way home from tuition I realised there was a stinging pain in my back.. and I thought it's my polo T that's too rough. hur hur. and then the pain just stayed there. "so, it's my sunburn.." WTF??

So anyway, here's the extent of my sunburn:


See that big barren land in the middle. DAMNIT. DAMN pain can...

Anyway after swimming, we had Rex chicken rice.. I must say that the "standard dropped" big time.. haiyos! we were so sad that we didn't follow the masses *ie. the rest of the people at the kopitiam* and order from the chinesechicken rice store. Hais. And that pathetic meal at the kopitiam cost us $5.50 can.. walaus.. and I am already very broke since my student's momma forgot to pay me.. and I am freakingleaving for BKK and I REJECTED US$100 from momma. *talk about pride when you are broken*

We were talking about the lousy habits/ways of Singaporeans. I was telling her how much I like to stay here. The place is safe, clean, the weather is hot and sunny, everything else is expensive. BUT WHY ARE THEY SO DAMN RUDE?? I mean, where's the gracious society huh?? haiyos.. I was raving on and on about those rude people lo..And I hope Kimmie didn't mind. hur hur.

Was at the library today and was suddenly reminded of an author I so used to love to read.. And if there is a chance, I would really love to own a collection of all the Adrian Mole's books.. So I went to the shelves and looked for them.. Only to find The Cappucino Years and the Wilderness Years.. I had the intention to read from the front, 13 3/4, growing pains, true confessions, small amphibians, of cos' cappucino and wilderness years and the last installment, weapons of mass destruction. And the library only had 2.. So I left without borrowing any of them.
I think I stopped at true confessions, and I decided to ditch that loser who only had eyes for Pandora. hur hurrr.

So well, I was tempted to pick up 'The queen and I' again, *which I must say is also a very very entertAining book*, but I decided to give other writers a chance. And I picked up Fay Weldon: Nothing to wear and nowhere to hide. *sounds so familiar*. I hope she shares the same wry wit as Sue Townsend.

So, I gave myself a break from those very 'soul-consuming' books.. After reading*and the evolve to speed-reading* Sophie's world and Schindler's list, I felt so emotionally and mentally drained that sometimes I find myself suffering from insomnia. *very bad* You know, sometimes, it's just very difficult to detach yourself from Anne or Margot or Stern or Helen or Che after reading about them everyday. And then you dream about Cracow and Bolivia and Red Square and you wake up feeling as if you hadn't slept at all. *very, very bad*

I need to read books that entertain and not make me feel so, disillusioned and jaded and unsettled and perplexed.

Everyone tells me baby Daniel looks like a cartoon character..


Jack Jack

Hur hur hur... striking resemblence indeed..

Some days there weren't much to say.. and some days, words simply can't wait to explode from your brain as if lava flowing hastily out of the volcano.. today is one such day. I woke up feeling all philosophical and wanting to yak about self-worth.. So with loads of opinions in my head, I left for piano..

And all that became unimportant as I took a train home from my piano.. Lugging a large bag of fruits and getting ready to step out of the train, 2 uncles simply rushed in, brushing me aside and scratching my arm in the process. Of cos' I've got no qualms about hitting their legs with my bag of fruits. And boy, I was pissed. SO FUCKING pissed. And before that, a FUCKING woman was in the supermarket with a trolley blocking the fucking way cos' she decided that she had to leave the trolley in the middle of the fucking narrow path to get eggs. So I stood that staring *no, not glaring cos' I thought she might get the hint*. AND GUESS WHAT. after putting the eggs in the fucking trolley, she said "scuse me" as if I was the one blocking the way. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU BITCH??!! FUCKING hell... Singaporeans really need some moral education can.. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. so anyway I tried to knock her with my shopping basket, which I failed cos' the basket weren't big enough.

And lately I've been VERY bothered by things like that, that I begin to wonder is it the people I meet or issit pre-menopausal me? Or I'm perpetually in PMS mode 24/7, 7 days a week, 52 weeks a year? I get easily annoyed by kids running in the supermarket, spitting uncles, queue-cutting aunties, loud-mouthed students, yada yada yada.. Ok, maybe it's me. I need to go back to school and get my mind on something fast before I drive myself crazy with all these antics so uniquely Singaporean.

But if it's not me.. Why are they becoming so inconsiderate? why can't they be nice, gracious people leading civilised lives without imposing on others? or put it simply, can't they just leave me alone??? *ok, I am sounding demented but NO!! I'M NOT*

OH WELL, enough shiet for the day..I shall leave the topic on self-worth for some other time. *phew*

I was watching project superstar thing and I see tears flowing out of everybody's eyes. Not just those who got booted out but other contestants as well. Just something I don't really understand.. I mean, it's a competition.. right? So anyway, I think I am not in it, that's why I cannot understand what the contestants are feeling.. OH WELL..

BUT, I do have to salute to those who took part. I mean at least they've got the courage to stand in front of everyone and be placed in a rather vulnerable postion, to face all those criticisms positively and be subjected to public humiliation scrutiny. I'm never good enough so I'll never be able to do that, or issit, I'll never be able to do that, so I'm never good enough? hur hur. it's getting late and the pills are taking effect.

Sign off.