Let's make a run tonight.

At of this moment, I'm so aggravated as I can't proceed with my project. The software I downloaded is not co-operating with me. Thanks ah. As such, my progress is as slow and a snail sprinting. Gee. I'm not a very patient person when it comes to certain things and I tend to get cranky and uptight if my dearly patience is being tested. And this is one of them. Plus the period, it gets worst.

Like I said before, the upcoming week will be busy with projects and ICAs. In other words, continous usage of the brain cells, irregular sleeping hours, hours and hours glued to the lappie, insufficient memory in the brain to upload extra knowledge and just perhaps weight gain. Also, go read Dead After 8hrs On Laptop. On top of that, retailing during GSS.

Just maybe I'll go bonkers.

Everyone seems to be in a hurry these days. The pace we're living in now is so fast that many have already mastered the art of multi-tasking, even the older ones. I'm capable of doing tutorials during my train rides, selecting the songs that suit my mood, sms and ensuring that I won't miss my stop all at one go. Victory! Does anyone ever stop to do a thing at a time? No. Almost all are guilty of sms-ing at the same time crossing the road and (touch wood) getting into a freak accident or munching breakfast and reading papers while waiting for the bus.

As such MSN chats have turned brief and mutual.

And it's the get sick season. Everyone's physically sick and slowly becoming sick of things. Beloved friends, get well soon. Buckets of water proved to be one of my best cures; visiting a doctor is not that cheap ok. And make sure when you cough or sneeze, cover the necessary holes properly so as not to emit extra germs and/or viruses that might just land on someone else's face or even drink. And use 2-ply tissue instead, maybe it helps as well.

Sia-la! And the hot humid weather is not helping at all. I've gulped down 2 glasses of ice water so far.

Some 'sensically sensible' scribbles I found in my notebook;
It's not everyday every moment you think about what you want to do at the next minute of your life.

In times like this, hell no.

Labels: I feel lost in my projects la dey.

The Thing With Love and Friends

/ 00:35

I still do agree with the fact that Love is Friendship. Among all friends we have one of them will be our life partner but I have yet to meet that friend of mine. Only a very good close friend can love you as much as possible. Therefore Love starts from the path we call Friendship and the people whom we call Friends.

"Flames to dust, lovers to friends. Why do all good things come to an end?"

Labels: I'm digging Summer Love by JT.

Town-School-Town

Tuesday, May 29 / 00:11

As said, "Life's supposed to be full of surprises."

Neighbour love's destroying his lungs, he's like baby to me; only the good things.

And so he asked me, "Why do girls sometimes give other girls that look, up and down and all?" And so I came up with a few possible reasons;
1. Girl, you're so pretty I want you.
2. Who in the world would wear that?
3. Stop checking out my boyfriend ass.
4. You stared at me first, now I'm doing the same.
5. Wonder where she got that dress from.
(Girls admit it, we're all guity of them.)

One funny thing, he's totally in love with Ked's. He even asked the salesman for his size. Oh Lord, I guess he missed Mischa Barton's big poster.

I used to think boys who carry a helmet but take public are just -. Complete my sentence for me. But now I know.

Still, I always have fun when I'm around you.

Huge angmoh nose along Orchard Road.

Labels: If I didn't say no.

Birthday Note

Sunday, May 27 / 21:26

Surprise!
Happy Birthday Dorky One

Labels: He's my neighbour love and he calls me kental.

Mucus

Friday, May 25 / 22:07

Food, laughter and company were great all at once. When suddenly after what Raggie said, that feeling struck me. I didn't know how to react as I was unsure of exactly what it was. I bent my head down low, didn't even want to look up. Suprisingly, I let everything all out. When I thought, a little will make everything allright. Well I was wrong. I vomitted in fastfood canteen, about 5mins after my scrumptous McSpicy meal. And no, I'm not bullemic.

I silently stole you drink; that's why.

Labels: Soggy bread and minced chicken in Coke

Let 'Em Do The Talking

Thursday, May 24 / 00:56

He was in this position from Woodlands till I alighted at YCK; show off.

The Indian man had a thing with me; I was charged $2 instead of $2.80.

However it came with a curly strand of hair in my chicken.

Last to watch Spidey, first to watch this.

Yesterday was an advanced celebration before the hardcore mugging starts, I think. Before the movie, we rushed Raggie as she had an emergency. The wait to the appointment was about 10mins but the appointment itself, only 3mins.

My 5th visit to Ben Sherman; everything pretty. And costly. We were all very yaya-papaya, pretending to be window shopping for our boyfriends. Right. Singapore, do welcome the ladies line!

I didn't mean to be rude. I didn't apologise to Hayma as I thought I'd interrupt her while she's talking. And I was late for 18mins to be exact; not 3omin.

Everytime I want to dress like a girl with skirt and pumps, I end up in skinny and Havaianas. Dressing up for school can be quite a chore at times, I can be very indecisive. I envy those pretty dressers, they're not neccessarily good looking but they can carry themselves well with clothes. And I always wanted Raggie's extremely long legs. If only we could exchange for a day. Still she wasn't interested, not even with breasts.

And hello Great Singapore Sale.

Labels: When the butt sat for close to 3hours.

D Is For Dangerous

Monday, May 21 / 22:16

The Tupac immitation.

Neighbour love and I was around the area recently, looking for a loo.

The days ahead of me I predict will not be the ones that I'll look forward to and joy. It's going to be draining and dry. In times like this, I wish I could have all the time in the world to do the things I want and to be done the way I want. Work and school don't seem to be friendly to me now.

Faraway, I dream to be faraway.

In this motionless mood I'm in, I get all bummed and cranky. Mood swings start to swing in; like it's that time of the month except that it's not. I'm leaving to how much my body and mind can take in. Till it dies down, I'll still continue at what I'm good at - being a very busy person.

On another note, at heart I'm still like this conservative kampung girl. I'm a bold person yes, but when it comes to boys I'll still shy away.

What my team concluded during Personal Selling module, "Monetary value can never replace an emotional attachment between two parties." It's period, right?

Labels: Can I have your no coz I lost my phone

Come Name Me

Saturday, May 19 / 01:11

Two reasons for me to come work and one reason for me to leave.

To be able to decipher what is on a man's mind is one helluva of task, goes the same for a man to decipher what's on a woman's mind. Unlike women, men to me are more mysterious. Is it just extraordinary to keep the women wondering? I guess it's sexy in their own way. However their action speaks a thousand words. For women, what they meant is actually opposite of what they've said. It's no wonder opposites attract. Oh duhhh.

Someone out there wants to gun me down in the head. The time when my Blogger account was hacked or hijacked whatever you called it. And the wrongdoer went way beyond that. Till today, I don't recall poisoning anyone's cat or burning anyone's potted plants.

Some say I look like a minah.
Some say I am emo.
Some say I fart a lot.
Some say I act like a moron.
Some say I'm witty.
Some say I'm mean.
Some say my hair's a wig.
Some say my boxers are a suprise.
Somehow, some of it are true sometimes.
I say this is random.

It's been eons. Orgasmic cakes anyone?

And,

can't we just play peace? Or maybe I play dolls and you just run along.

Labels: always., You got a problem with me

Good Day People

Wednesday, May 16 / 18:02

I love how today went.

It's just all strange I'm feeling all this glits of happiness. And no I didn't get myself a hot boyfriend. Today was just like any normal day, nothing hip happening happened. Amidst the busy schedule I have on every other day, for reasons unknown I beamed like never before. I'm your eccentric clown, that's why.

Labels: I still have stamina.

Ting Mama De Hua

Sunday, May 13 / 23:47

Happy Mother's Day Mama =)
(She's so decade at times that she thinks I'm still dating the same person as before.)

Things the mother never fail to give me everyday:
1. Peck on the check when I salam her.
2. Iced cold milo once I'm home.

The mother can be ridiculously funny at times. If you know her, then you know what I mean. One thing I don't fancy about her; Boyan blood.

I made fun of how Indian people spoke to me during work(no offence my fellow friends). And at the end of the day, I was short of $10 for cashiering. Karma, tell me about it.

I'm gonna be the last few souls of Singapore to watch Spidey, no kidding.

The feeling is just so syiok when you have the company of someone whom you can talk about almost anything. Close to the fact that when you're around each other it can never be boring. I know not all are as open minded as others. As such, I respect those who don't talk/response as much as me. If God's willing, I want to settle down with someone who has good conversational skills. Not neccessarily talkative. Ok whatever. Anways a shout out to you:

You can never win me with words, my super-est best-er-est neighbour love!

Labels: I'm ready to give you my name.

The Toilet Affair

Friday, May 11 / 23:52

Due to hygiene purposes, we tend to be more particular when visiting the toilets. Toilets are one of those things which many people share everyday.

Things I look out for when visiting a toilet:
1. Queue
I don't understand why especially women, still get on the queue when it is already terribly long till the entrance.
2. Smell
If from the entrance I can already sniff the odour of it, I'm out.
3. Floor
I always have this impression that floor is wet as the water from the toilet bowl is leaking.
4. Toilet roll and soap
It's the basic necessity, unless you don't -.
5. Toilet doors and locks
Apparently some toilet doors act all funny. They can be close but can't be locked, freaky. I've encountered opening doors of unlocked cubicles which are occupied. Yes, I saw glimpses of the-you-should-know-what-I-mean.
6. Toilet bowls
One with any left behind belongings shall not be visited.

And a must-do when I enter a cubicle is to test the flush first. Can you imagine after holding your pee so long and finally relieving it, the flush doesn't work? If I were in that situation, I'll hide in the cubicle and wait for the coast to be clear before escaping.

One behaviour I hate in toilets is that people dry their wet hands the absolute wrong way. Oh tell me why the dryer is created for, or not the availability of tissue rolls? Why share your excess droplets of water from your hands with me? I don't need it. If you can't find a way to dry your hands properly, then don't wash. Yucks.

Ever heard of doors being slammed whilst in the toilet? I know you're in a rush to relief yourself, but spare the door at least.

Most attention seeking toilet sign I've seen, "Take care of your belongings. Beware of thiefs that may strike from the nearby cubicle." Check that out at IMM's toilet.

Unlike men, we women don't have to aim. Still I don't understand I see drips/droplets of urine on the toilet seat. How did that come about? Unless one was standing while peeing. (wouldn't it be a mess then?)

The ulitmate bad toilet mannerism. (There's a thing call bins.)

The culprit. (If not why is she shying away from the cam?)

On a cleaner note, I was high and happy. My pretty boys. =)

And. I have a friend who calls me moron. And. She has just got her revenge on me.

Labels: Adli and Darren

Hot And Long Days

Wednesday, May 9 / 23:34

The cause of roaming alone with no one to help you control your spending.

Brandon Flowers you know which?

My CD partner in crime is now Raggie and after May 14th it'll be Afro.

Labels: ho ho, That junior of mine made me high

Juggling School

Tuesday, May 8 / 16:39

I can be playfully mean at times; an ass I was.

Workload's coming in but my brains are functioning rather slow. Attending school for a mere 4hours can be draining for me. I sound like a weakling alien all so suddenly. Still, I managed to do scribble my tutorial and gladly volunteer myself to answer a question.

Instead of researching articles for International Business, I went researching on education institutions available in Singapore instead. It hit me hard during one of the tutorials; what are my plans ahead? Do I be safe and take a typical like others do or do I take a risk and make my own path? I'm not that young anymore and I've come to a realisation that nothing comes easy.

Micro-mini shorts are the in thing since I don't know when. They are those who wear it into lecture on a rainy day. Imagine micro-mini with cellulite. To jiggle those unsightly marks.

Since school started, enna-ma(means what in Tamil) has been the word for me. I've been using it on a daily basis almost all the time. As close to replacing fuck which is so decade.

I never fail to talk abt good food, and today I had one good one. The Briyani at Koufu serves you damn helluva cheap briyani with two fat tasty red wings(read:chicken), marinated cucumbers and curry. We all had Indian Muslim food today. Piping and spicy hot, we were sweating like hippos in the hot sun. Talking abt sweating, NAPFA! I want to earn a gold just like in secondary school.

Neighbour love did it to me again(we were supposed to be out today), I swear those tits of his shall be in danger when he returns. Enjoy Indonesia.

Labels: I went home straight to do my work.

Makan Sutra

Sunday, May 6 / 22:04

Tell me, do you eat to live or live to eat? Sometimes, I am the latter. Just because some food are just too tantalising to be missed, and some a little orgasmic(read: cakes and desserts). I don't mind spending a bomb on a good meal; and that is only if I had the cash on hand.

This particular episode of What Women Want, was an interview of this women(she's a tai-tai for sure) who literally live to eat. Wow.

Some facts about me and food;
1. I don't eat uncooked durian.
2. I can be a messy eater at times.
3. Unlike Rosa, I don't favour red meat that much.
4. The only mushroom I eat are buttons.
5. I'm rather pissed if I only get 2 packets of chilli when I order a meal.
6. I'm a die hard fan of chocolates.
7. When I eat a burger, I don't eat the last 1/4 of the bread.
8. If I foresee that I can't finish my plate, I'll devour all the meat and expensive ingredients first.
9. Mrs. Fields brownies are like water beds, syiok!
10. Jacob's Kraks Sour Cream & Onion are my latest snack craze.

Moving on, yesterday was dinner meetup. Food, again!

It took us 15mins to find this.

One is working her ass off.

My pasta fusion and crazy nails.

The group seems to get smaller.

Results of a good meal; fatter fingers and bad photos.

The good stuff that's a must on the list.

As I was browsing the malay newspaper today, there's another food hideout I want to try. MadJack at Jalan Kayu. Raggie, it's your area.

For today, mother didn't cook so I had to eat out for both lunch and dinner. Good thing, I asked mom $10 for meal but she left me $50 instead. Of course I took advantage of it. I used another $10 to get Cookie Crisp cereal(with Spiderman toy in it) and milk.

Bad thing, dinner made me angry. A hungry woman is an angry woman, right? I pre-ordered fried beehoon and chicken chop at the two different stalls(I'm not a pig, the latter is for mother) expecting it to be ready when I return from getting my cereal and milk. However, no. The Indian man prepared me normal fried noodles instead. I know it's not much of a difference, still fried. But I prefer Indian beehoon as it's bouncier. Really, you should try. As for my chicken chop, it was not ready at all. I assumed she forgot my order. Impatience almost ate my hunger away.

Is that karma or what? I used extra $10 without the mother's permission.

But.

Today my mom used my handbag without my permisson too. In fact, it's not the first time.

Another type of reading glasses; the magnifying one.

Labels: Eat your heart out

Sometimes School Suck

Thursday, May 3 / 19:31

I'm one happy girl.

Make the fake; that's what I call it. Somethings are just beyond our boundaries right. It's very upsetting to see people around me play this game of pretence. Correct me if I'm wrong, please. Not that I'm selfish, but I don't wish to be the vulnerable one.

I'm affected with the things that have been happening lately. Insecurities here and there. What is going to become of us? My friends, you're all so dear to me.

On another note, I have a German friend who's also my project mate.

Girls, whatever that's worn inside should be kept inside.
(But I gotta give her credits for paying attention during a deadly dry lecture.)

Labels: so sexyback la., We were in checkered today

Hello School

Wednesday, May 2 / 22:09

The little kids turned green when I got this for myself.

How do you tell if he/she is a freshie?
1. Wears a lanyard
2. Walks around in big groups of at least 10 people.
3. Be seen eating McDonalds for 3 days straight straight.
4. Excitedly asks, "Eh where's our next class?"
5. Questions the sandwich auntie about their menu.

There's nothing much to talk about school, not that I'm a boring person. It's just that I feel something's amiss. In fact, it's a fact. But one of the things to look for at school; looking at people. Be it pretty or ugly.

And, I saw the biggest wedgie ever. (Wedgie is when your pants is stuck at your butt line) Rosa and I literally ran across the corridor just to take a glimpse. We then laughed whole heartedly; there's a bitch in every girl. But I gotta give credits to the girl who tried to look bootylicious.

If you can make me high, you can make me shy.

I'm no longer afraid of any God created creatures lurking around.

This particualar emotion in me right about now, I shouldn't be having it. I mean not that I couldn't, just not this bad. I'm missing someone badly; they say it's the most pleasurable pain?

Happy Birthday Breast-Friend!

And Happy Birthday Cheris!

Labels: Neighbour love