Tuesday, November 30, 2004
1:12 AM

Went to M'sia today, school trip.

I would really love to blog about it, if my mood hadn't been dampened by the presence of my family members (with the exception of my father, so you know who that leaves you with).

I'm upset. I'm angry. I'm disappointed. I'd have loved to rave and rant about it, but then I decided that no, it isn't worth it.

If they have little appreciation for me, so be it. God still loves me. And if Satan wishes to keep throwing lemons at me in sorry attempts to make my life miserable, God will continue to turn these lemons into lemonade. And return to me, what has been lost, seven-fold.

There is little to gain, if any at all, from blowing up at my family members. And there is even less to gain from cursing them on my blog. I felt angry, I really did. After the first blow I calmed down by telling myself that 'Its alright. Jesus still loves me, even when I feel like the whole world is against me.' And when the second blow struck I lost it. I yelled. And I went into the shower and cried.

But what for? So I sang songs.. praises unto our Lord and Saviour. For he has been and will be there for me always.

Jesus loves me this I know,
For the Bible tells me so;
Little ones to Him belong,
They are weak but He is strong.
Yes, Jesus loves me
Yes, Jesus loves me
Yes, Jesus loves me
The Bible tells me so.

Jesus loves me He who died,
Heaven's gate to open wide;
He will wash away my sin,
Let His little child come in.
Yes, Jesus loves me
Yes, Jesus loves me
Yes, Jesus loves me
The Bible tells me so.

Jesus loves me loves me still,
When I'm very weak and ill;
From His shining throne on high,
Comes to watch me where I lie.
Yes, Jesus loves me
Yes, Jesus loves me
Yes, Jesus loves me
The Bible tells me so.
Jesus loves me He will stay,
Close beside me all the way;
He's prepared a home for me,
And some day His face I'll see.
Yes, Jesus loves me
Yes, Jesus loves me
Yes, Jesus loves me
The Bible tells me so.

'This is a KID'S song', you may like to tell me. But look pass the so-called childishness and see the truth in those lyrics. We come as children to the feet of Jesus, willing listeners, attentively drawing from him. For it is the simple mind of adolencence that absorbs, without question, the word that the Father has for us.

Skeptism has hardened our hearts, turmoil now plagues our being, doubt and disbelief renders us incapable of living to our full potentials. So I thank you Lord, that you are always there for me in my time of need, regardless of the situation.

I need not feel lonely, for you are my company. I need not feel unloved, for you are every ounce of affection that I could hope for. Thank you Lord.

Oh yes, and Mana-jie wishes that I spam this on my blog.

Clicky here.

Its some guy whose been going around cheating people on Ebay, so do look out for him.


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Saturday, November 27, 2004
2:41 AM

I appear to be suffering from a bad case of old blogs returning to haunt me.

Do inform me if you find any, for I did have a good many of them, so that I may eradicate them from the presence of the World Wide Web. Thank you. T_T

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Thursday, November 25, 2004
5:52 PM

I suppose, yes, it would seem selfish to even ask you to stay.

Yes, our friendship has always been a little, unethical.

We never were the closest of friends, just unfortunately aquainted, directed by the hands of fate as a joke.

I have nothing to offer you. Our vague friendship, one that despite its many flaws, transcends a barrier I seldom let down.

My words, from the very beginning, have held little significance in your eyes.

I know, very well for myself, that I am only a child.

I offer you my blessings. For since you have deduced that the grass will be greener for you on the other side, I can say little, if anything at all, to deter you from your stubborn goal, and your stubborness is something I've learnt not to confront. Its about as flimsy as the Great Wall of China.

I don't know what comes to your mind when you think of me, I'm probably nothing more than an insufferable brat whose sole purpose of existence in your life is to annoy and frustrate the practically non-existent patience you possess out of you.

Still, you'd always be a big brother to me. Albeit a rather unconventional one.

Thanks for being there.

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3:43 PM

The weather is rather odd today. *glances out the window before dolefully eyeing her blog*

So help me. I have nothing to blog about.


*peers hesistantly at her keyboard*

Blogging about the mundane issues of my life, the trival regularities of my boring schedule and uninteresting mishaps that a fifteen-year-old is likely to come across is taking its toll on me.

*listens to the sound of rain tormenting her neighbour's zinc roof.. and her eardrums.*

Edging on delirium, there was voice that called.
Hesistant I answered, but my heedless voice ignored.
I saw the fields of grey, mist was clouding as they formed.
I begged the light to enter yet there was no sign of dawn.
My knees began to tremble and my heart felt mighty faint.
And then I said, 'Oh what the hell' and started all again.

Fear my lack of aesthetic value. *mumbles in embarassment*

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Wednesday, November 24, 2004
9:39 PM

Cold Enough to Snow
Jennifer Warnes

Where did summer go?
How'd I miss the change of seasons
All at once the wind blows rough
It's cold enough to snow

In the street below
People laugh, they got no reason
Don't they know its cold enough to snow?

When we were together
And you were staying
Funny but the weather still
Felt like May in mid-December
Now the chill winds blow
Sunny skies they're only teasing
You won't show its cold enough to snow

On the radio there's a man saying
Ain't it freezing
What's he know? He didn't watch you go.

No the sun can't shine, fine
But its cold enough to snow.


Was listening to this song today. Somehow its one of those songs that can make me feel a little reminescent. Oh well. ^^;;

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Tuesday, November 23, 2004
1:28 PM

Warning, image intensive post? :P

Its the hols! There's abso-lute-ly nothing interesting to blog about.
























*beams* Our regular broadcasting schedule will resume shortly.

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1:01 AM

Just (finally) got rid of my uJ. Was reading all the entries. God I'm such a ****ing wimp. Everything's been deleted now. Reading the damn thing really dampens my mood.

I'm nobody's. Except God.

Thank you Lord for your unconditional love.

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Monday, November 22, 2004
11:18 PM

And this is why Lizzy does not have long hair.



>____<;;

Bleh. Thats supposed to be my Sora wig, but I'd be using it for my.. er.. other character for the 18th. :3


Today, upon a bus,
I saw a girl with golden hair.
and wished I was as fair.
When suddenly she rose to leave,
I saw her hobble down the aisle.
She had one leg and wore a crutch.
But as she passed, she passed a smile.
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.
I have 2 legs, the world is mine.

I stopped to buy some candy.
The lad who sold it had such charm.
I talked with him, he seemed so glad.
If I were late, it'd do no harm.
And as I left, he said to me,
"I thank you, you've been so kind.
It's nice to talk with folks like you.
You see," he said, "I'm blind."
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.
I have 2 eyes, the world is mine.

Later while walking down the street,
I saw a child with eyes of blue.
He stood and watched the others play.
He did not know what to do.
I stopped a moment and then I said,
"Why don't you join the others, dear?"
He looked ahead without a word.
And then I knew, he couldn't hear.
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.
I have 2 ears, the world is mine.

With feet to take me where I'd go.
With eyes to see the sunset's glow.
With ears to hear what I'd know.
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.
I've been blessed indeed, the world is mine.

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1:47 AM

*glances morosely at her phone*

Thank you Himi, for being the FIRST person to sms me today(Sunday) at 8.45PM.

Must've been a record. *stares glumly at her 6230*

Anyway, *ruffles feathers*

Let me proudly show you.. *drumroll*

Yaoi-Inc.

Lol. Credits to Rish for scanning them for me. Sankyuu darling. I <3 my besties.

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Sunday, November 21, 2004
1:18 PM

*coughs gingerly*

Lizzy would just like to take this time to thank every single friend who has stood by her side through every fucked up situation she has put herself/them into over the pass few years.

Especially the one who feels like Lizzy is the most difficult, idiotic fifteen year-old to deal with and seldom knows what to do with her.



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1:59 AM

Oh my eyes. X___x *feels relatively blind*

Been staring at the telly screen for nearly 4 hours straight. Don't understand Shinobi, but then again, I never really get the hang of these whack/kill/destroy everything in your path games.

I much prefered LOTR: Third Age. *grins sheepishly* Have spent about 3 hours on it so far.. Shall continue tomorrow. *yawns*

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Saturday, November 20, 2004
9:59 PM

Alright, since I obviously forgot to blog about this.. here it is..

Everyone was lounging around during sectionals, as usual. The time was reportedly 12.50PM. Suddenly, Faryhin sits up and goes..

"Eh its 9.00AM ah."

Liz: *stares* Uh, what?

Fary: Its 9.00AM. *blinks at me*

Liz+the rest of the alto2s: What?

Fary: *glances at her watch* 9.00AM lah!

Liz: *glances at watch* Its.. not.

Fary: *glances at her watch again* Its 9.00AM!

*Lizzy's watch reads 12.50PM*

Liz: Err.. But we started band at 11.30AM today.

*10 seconds of silence*

Fary: OMG! Its past TWELVE!

*entire section palms face*

Nyeh. Damn that was funny, at that point. Oh well, just for keepsake, so its here. *grins sheepishly*


I had an odd dream last night. There was this guy, he wasn't quite human. He looked human and all but he wasn't. And he loved me, alot. It felt nice. The love bit.

I went home with him, it was a big glass house in the sky with a rope ladder that snaked down to Earth. It had a swimming pool. (o_O)

His family were nice to me. They all looked human, but their mannerisms were awkward, like they didn't know how to use any Earth-related artefacts (ie. plates, forks, spoons.. etc.)

I felt like I didn't belong there, so I came back down to earth, through the round little hole that housed the rope ladder, down through the clouds. And so he came with me.

But once we got back on Earth these was this strange urge of anxiety. Like we were running away from something. But he was always there, behind me all the way...

And then I woke up.

*scratches scalp*

Okay, I'm probably not making a whole of sense right now. But I just wanted to type it all out since I know I'd forget it by morning. ^^;;

Went to Bedok just now, saw Taufik and Sly. *yawns*

Not impressed.

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Friday, November 19, 2004
3:26 PM

Lol this was cute. Highlighted in red are the ones I can associate with.


You Know You're Chinese When....

You unwrap Christmas gifts very carefully, so you can save and reuse the wrapping (and especially those bows) next year. [Lol! This is so my Mother!]

You only buy Christmas cards after Christmas, when they are 50% off.

When there is a sale on toilet paper, you buy 100 rolls and store them in your closet or in the bedroom of an adult child who has moved out.

You have a vinyl table cloth on your kitchen table.

Your stove is covered with aluminum foil. [I don't remember it ever NOT being covered with foil..]

You use the dishwasher as a dish rack.

You keep a Thermos of hot water available at all times.

You eat all meals in the kitchen.

You save grocery bags, tin foil, and tin containers.

You use grocery bags to hold garbage.

You always leave your shoes at the door.

You have a piano in your living room.


You twirl your pen around your fingers.

Even if you're totally full, if someone says they're going to throw away the leftovers on the table, you'll finish them. [No food goes to waste.]

You don't own any real Tupperware -- only a cupboard full of used but carefully rinsed margarine tubs, takeout containers, and jam jars.

You also use the jam jars as drinking glasses.

You've eaten a red bean Popsicle.

You bring oranges (or other produce) with you as a gift when you visit people's homes.

You have a collection of miniature shampoo bottles that you take every time you stay in a hotel. [LOL I don't know why but we ALWAYS have these.]

The condiments in your fridge are either Price Club sized or come in plastic packets, which you save/steal every time you get take out or go to McDonald's. [Guilty as charged!]

Ditto for paper napkins.

You never order room service. [Expensive lah..]

You carry a stash of your own food whenever you travel (and travel means any car ride longer than 15 minutes). These travel snacks are always dried. As in not just dried plums, dried ginger, and beef/pork jerky, but dried cuttlefish (SQUID).

Your parents vehemently refuse the sack of gold coin oranges that their guests just brought just to be courteous. [*Grins*]

Your dad thinks he can fix everything himself.

You majored in something practical like engineering, medicine or law.

When you go to a dance party, there are a wall of guys surrounding the dance floor trying to look cool.

You live with your parents and you are 30 years old (and they prefer it that way). Or if you're married and 30 years old, you live in the apartment next door to your parents, or at least in the same neighborhood. [They like the closeness, I don't know why.]

You don't use measuring cups.

You feel like you've gotten a good deal if you didn't pay tax.

You beat eggs with chopsticks.

Your parents' house is always cold.

You have a teacup with a cover on it.

You reuse teabags.


Your mom drives her Mercedes to the Price Club.

You tip Chinese delivery guys / waiters more.

You're a wok user.

You like Chinese films in their original undubbed versions. [Duh, true appreciation of Chinese culture. =X Yeh right.]


You have acquired a taste for bittermelon.

You like congee with thousand year old eggs.


You prefer your shrimp with the heads and legs still attached -- it means they're fresh.

You never call your parents just to say hi. [They'd assume something really terrible happened.]

You always cook too much.

If you don't live at home, when your parents call, they ask if you've eaten rice, even if it's midnight.

Your parents tell you to boil herbs and stay inside when you get sick. They also tell you not to eat fried foods or baked goods because they produce hot air.

Your parents never go to the movies.

Your parents send money to their relatives in China.

You use a face cloth.

Your parents use a clothes line.

You eat every last grain of rice in your bowl, but don't eat the last piece of food on the table.

You starve yourself before going to all you can eat sushi. [*pokes Himi and Rish* LOL!]

You've joined a CD club at least once.

You know someone who can get you a good deal on jewelry or electronics.

You never discuss your love life with your parents.

Your parents are never happy with your grades.

You keep most of your money in a savings account.

You've been on the Love Boat or know someone who has.

Your toothpaste tubes are all squeezed paper-thin. [LOL! We very kiam one mah..]

You love Chinese Martial Arts films.

You have Tupperware in your fridge with three bites of rice or one leftover chicken wing.

Shao Lin and Wu Tang actually mean something to you.

You love to go to $1.75 movies.

You love to go to $1.50 movies even more.

You never order sweet-n-sour pork, egg foo young, or chop suey at a Chinese restaurant.

You hate to spend more than $5 for lunch.

Someone in your family drives a Honda... with custom rims.

You have a Chinese knick-knack hanging from your rear-view mirror.

You like to eat chicken feet.

You suck on fish heads and fish fins.

You turn bright red after drinking two tablespoons of beer.

You can get a buzz on Coors O'Douls or Miller Sharps.

You look like you are eighteen.

You only buy used cars.

You have more than five remotes in your house.

You leave the plastic on the lampshade for ten years or more.

You can't bear to throw things away.

Your dad washes his hair four times a day, or never at all.

Your unassisted vision is worse than 20/500.

You've worn glasses at least since the fifth grade.

Your parents (or some other close relative) own a grocery store or restaurant.

You drive around looking for the cheapest gas.

You add twice the amount of water recommended when making orange juice from concentrate. [Mom insists that everything is too sweet.]

You've never seen your parents hug. [Romanticism isn't a Chinese forte.]

Your grandmother lives with you and your family.

You never order desserts at restaurants.

You always have water when dining out. [Mom: Healthy what!]

You say "aiya!" and "wah!" frequently.

You love Las Vegas, slot machines, and blackjack.

You love to play mah jong.

You have to read all your parents' mail written in English.

You are constantly being set up with uninteresting (and usually ugly) people by your parents.

You hate eating cheese.

You have a big aquarium filled with colorful fish somewhere in your house.

Your mother is strangely obsessed with plants.

White people look at you strangely if you tell them you are Buddhist.

You notice the main topic at family get-togethers is food. [This is true of all Singaporean families. Lol.]

You seldom ever owned new clothes if you were a second child.

Your folks never speak under 10 decibels at family gatherings. [LOL]

You never made the school football or basketball team.

You have two middle initials instead of one.

You grow your own bean sprouts in the kitchen.

Your mother made you peel water chestnuts and snow peas.

You have an lonely unmarried relative who frequently drops by during dinner time. [Ya hor.. always one lei...]

You received little red envelopes containing money on special occasions.

You use the underside of a porcelain bowl to sharpen your knives.

You cut your own hair… or had someone in your family do it.

Your grandmother has a lot of gold teeth… especially in front.

You keep fresh garlic and ginger in the kitchen at all times.

You know what the term "lemon" or a "banana" means. [Been called that one too many times.]

You only have to shave every other day (maybe).

You wash and reuse ziplock bags.

You know at least three people named Alan Wong.

You never drank milk after eating cherries.

Your parents collect jade jewelry.

You always drink tea after a meal.

Your dad owns at least one bird.

Your parents grow vegetables in a garden.

You use doilies to decorate your furniture.

Your grandmother rapped your knuckles with her chopsticks while reaching food with your fingers.

You're proud to be Chinese - and you pass these jokes on to all your Chinese friends!

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Thursday, November 18, 2004
10:19 PM

The tinge of regret still lingers.

Yet everyone assures me that I have not made a mistake in my choices.

Going to change my layout soon. Its starting to become an eyesore.

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Ah, at last i don't have to screw my eyes up to read yer writing. Well done! Huzzah for change! etc!

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Wednesday, November 17, 2004
11:47 PM

Feeling reminescent tonight.

Shii's Song
Wishing on a dream that seems far off
Hoping it will come today
Into the starlit night
Foolish dreamers turn their gaze
Waiting on a shooting star
But
What if that star is not to come?
Will their dreams fade to nothing?
When the horizons darkens most
We all need to believe there is hope

Is an angel watching closely over me?
Can there be a guiding light I've yet to see
I know my heart should guide me but
There's a hole within my soul

What will fill this emptiness inside of me?
Am I to be satisfied without knowing?
I wish is then for a chance to see
Now all I need
Is my star to come...


View the animation here.

I feel really dry tonight. The aching void is crying out to be filled.

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10:40 PM

To my darling best friends,

I'm sorry for being an absolute prick this past week, or perhaps more than this past week, and for being the insensitive selfish spoilt brat that emerges too often for its own good, being unscathing with my hurtful remarks and uncaring demanor.

Am feeling slightly miserable these past few days. *wallows*

Hur.

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1:00 AM

*glances at counter* I suppose no one really reads my blog anymore. Oh well. ^^;; [Either that or my friends have stopped refreshing my page 20 times. Lol.]

Rather.. amusing evening.

Event: New Urban Male competition 2004
Location: Plaza Singapura

Okay, so here we are, the rather odd trio that is Yaoi-Inc; Rish the bubbly enthusiastic social figure, Himi the anxious cosplayer with nothing but costumes on mind, and Liz the grouchy ignorant bloody bugger slouching in the shadows.

The apparently mismatched triad toddles down to Plaza Singapura in search of Relevant Cosplay Neccessities at Spotlight, but as the lift screeched to an anti-climaxal, lazy pause at the 5th floor, a glance over the railing revealed...

An entire hoard of Men Donned In Black, Glorious Black.

And a rather unglorious drooling session ensues. [Curtesy of Liz for most of it, though Rish did contribute rather significantly to this aspect as well.]

Therefore, with our prior Spotlight plans dolefully abandoned, we pretty much scurried down the escalators to the 3rd floor for a better view of the exquisite, chiselled, washboard abs. *insert drooling Liz here*

Right, so much for my recent disinterest in the male species.

So blahblahblah, rows and rows of unprofessional members of said species amble their way up the catwalk, awkwardly trying to keep their balance, smile, look pretty and attempt not to trip over their own feet at the same time. Liz has died and gone to heaven by this point of time, unprofessionalism a side issue when Great Bods are in order.

[Seriously I doubt I remember any of their faces. Except for Beefcake.]

Several significant ones stood out, like Himi and Rish's Dao Ming Si, who well, from the 3rd floor, looked pretty much like a skinnier carbon copy of Dao Ming Si. [Honestly, I don't remember any of their names. Except for Adrian (Beefcake).]

Then there was the Spa Guy, who was topless in the first round (And unfortunately didn't make it pass the first round. Pity, he moved with such grace that I'm convinced he's got to be a dancer of some sorts.), Beefy with the Big Nose (Y'know, my big nose theory.. :p), The Thai Guy With A Girlfriend, Damn Says Rish (self-explanatory) and of course, Beefcake himself.

Now let me tell you about Beefcake. He is... well, he isn't HOT hot. He's just, well, as the name implies, really beefy. And he has a really amicable face that kinda reads (Robocop style) 'Imma man who wannas protect a wo-man. Hur.' (And definitely not 'Imma man who wannas protect a man. Hur.')

And then, there was I'm Hot, aka the New Urban Male winner of 2002. We couldn't help but notice his hard-to-miss attraction to Beefcakes; the disinterest in his eyes while most of the other contestants take the stage, the sudden smile that broadens his face at the mere glance of Beefcake, the lingering, magnetic gaze with which he follows Beefcake up and down the catwalk with, coupled with a blissful smile that sings (yes SINGS) 'Nirvana~Hallelujah~'. (No exaggeration implied.)

It was needless to say, rather amusing and the three of us spent more time waiting for I'm Hot's reactions to every new outfit Beefcake donned than anything else. Better yet, when Beefcake (and the rest of the contestants) stumbled onto the stage with only black/white swimming trucks to stop their pint sized assets from spilling forth, I'm Hot began clapping at Beefcake's turn and gestured in a manner that would be symbolically interpretable as a 'Yes!'.

[By now, Himi, finding the proceedings far too distant from her idea of entertainment, left for Spotlight on her lonesome while Liz continued dehydrating and Rish stole vague glances at the stage below.]

Much more transpires, but it'd probably be a little too crude for half of my audience (if any are still left, at this current point in my ceaseless musings), so it shall be kept within well, Rish and meself. :p

Its.. not early. I'd like to enjoy the rest of my night. *wringles toes*

Excuse me for the abrupt ending, but it was starting to become a bore, and you'd probably tell me as much anyway. ~_~

So...

Goodnight. =)

PS: Oh yeah, band committee announced today. Vera's SL, Caitlin's ASL. Caitlin. Caitlin! Lmao! I guess its a good thing, now she has to set a good example and not pon band, cut her nails.. not dye her hair.. play during sectionals.. etc etc etc.. Hahaha. I'm quite glad actually, now that I think about it. Oh well. *grins*

*crawls away*


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Monday, November 15, 2004
10:35 PM

Well, shan't dwell on it since she doesn't seem to be too daftly affected.


Went to the bookfair again today but it was too crowded and too disorganized for me to get anything. Stoned around in Orchard for a bit with Himi.

Blah.

Now to find a way to do that keyblade.

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1:46 AM

Before the throne of God above

Before the throne of God above,
I have a strong, a perfect plea,
A great High Priest whose name is Love,
Who ever lives and pleads for me.
My name is graven on His hands,
My name is written on His heart.
I know that while in heaven He stands,
No tongue can bid me thence depart,
No tongue can bid me thence depart.

When Satan tempts me to despair,
And tells me of the guilt within,
Upward I look and see Him there,
Who made an end of all my sin.
Because the sinless Savior died,
My sinful soul is counted free.
For God the Just is satisfied
To look on Him and pardon me,
To look on Him and pardon me.

Behold Him there the Risen Lamb,
My perfect spotless righteousness,
The great unchangeable I Am,
The King of glory and of grace,
One with Himself I cannot die.
My soul is purchased by His blood,
My life is hid with Christ on high,
With Christ my Savior and my God,
With Christ my Savior and my God.

One with Himself I cannot die.
My soul is purchased by His blood,
My life is hid with Christ on high
With Christ my Savior and my God,
With Christ my Savior and my God.

Service was very good today. I love this song. Thanks to Kitz for sending it to me. Its a beautiful hymn.

My happiness is dependant on Christ alone, the changes of the world shall not destroy my peace.


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Saturday, November 13, 2004
11:47 PM

One absolutely mediocre layout coming right up. *glances distastefully at the design*

I love the colour scheme, its one of my favourite schemes, really. But the design.. Oh well. Lets just say I was trying for something simple.

Do comment, if you will.

On to another issue, I made a decision tonight. I'm in confusion over whether my decision was right.

If I think about it anymore, I'm going to regret it.

In fact, I'm already regretting my decision. But whats done is done.

I'm really sorry.

I really do like you. But its different, somehow. Its like, liking Brad Pitt or something. You're hot, but thats all you are. And maybe that just isn't enough.

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8:01 PM

Oh by the way,

To all the members of Haig Girls 5B 2000: Ms Helimmi just had a baby!!!!(on Deepavali) And its a girl. :)

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4:05 PM

What's your best friends name?:Himi and Rish.
Boy or Girl?:Girls.
How old?:18 and 17 respectively.
How long have you known them?:3 over years.
Ever gone to school with them?:Nope.
Them vs. You
What's their favorite food?:Sushi.? =x
Favorite Color?:Blue / Green and Orange.
Favorite Movie?:Lets pick one we ALL agree on shall we, Pirates of the Carribean. XPPP
Who do they have a crush on right now?:Himi doesn't seem to have anything as fanatical as Rish's bishie-hangs-out-with-ah-beng crush. o_O
Where were they born?:Singapore
Whens their birthday?:24-09-1986 / 23-02-1987
What sports do they like?:Rish plays tennis. Himi.. Er. We do finger exercizes.
Do they wear contacts?:Rish yes, Himi for cosplay.
Have they ever had braces?:Nope.
How many siblings do they have?:Himi doesn't have any. Rish has a sissy and a bro.
What color is their hair?:Rish wants it blond, Himi has it blue.
Is it natural?:Whaddaya think?
Whats their favorite store to shop at?:Daiso? =X
All the Memories
How did you meet?:Through cosplay/anime. XDD
Where did you meet?:Himi, first time at my 13th birthday party. Rish at Esplanade, Harry Potter photoshoot.
Was it friendship at first sight?:We go back a looong way man. Our triad is inseperable.
Did they ever not like you?:I suppose. I'm not the most likable of creatures.
Do you fight a lot?:No.
What was your biggest fight over?:*racks brain*
Who said I'm Sorry first?:*shelves brain*
What's the craziest thing you have ever done together?:Where do I start? =X
Have you ever broken any laws together?:Eah...
Did you get caught?::>
Have you ever liked the same person?:Does Johnny Depp count?
How did you settle it?:Claw desperately at the movie screen?
Have they ever stolen your clothes?:Nope. O_o
Did you get them back?!:Ditto.
Who else do you guys hang out with?:Each other! Lmao. Mana, Nevar.. Xrystal..
Wheres your favorite place to hang out?:Kino? Er.. Used to be PS.. Seem to be edging towards Bugis a bit more since Himi started attending NAFA.
Whats your favorite thing to do together?:BISHIE-HUNTING!
Whats the normal routin on a saturday morning together like?:We go our seperate ways.. =X
Do you think everyone should like your best friend?:Himi's too sensible. And Rish is too dangerous to have multiple copies of herself. =X
Would you consider yourselves inseperable?:YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS I can't live without them. XD

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3:46 PM

Stolen off Himi's blog.

Secret Alias meme...
1. YOUR PORN STAR NAME (Name of first pet + Street you live on):
Fishy East Coast [This is so unglorious..]

2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME (Name of your favorite snack food + Grandfather's first name):
Orange Ican'trememberwhathisname.

3. YOUR FASHION DESIGNER NAME (First word you see on your left + Favorite restaurant):
Pentium Fridays

4. EXOTIC FOREIGNER ALIAS (Favorite Spice + Last Foreign Vacation Spot):
Cinnamon Scandinavia

5. SOCIALITE ALIAS (Silliest Childhood Nickname + Town Where You First Partied):
Birdbird Nil

6. "FLY GIRL" ALIAS (a la J. Lo) (First Initial + First Two or Three Letters of your Last Name):
E.Lee [Ew.]

7. ICON ALIAS (Something Sweet Within Sight + Any Liquid in Kitchen):
Chocolate Diswash

8. DETECTIVE ALIAS (Favorite Baby Animal + Where You Went to High School):
Rabbit Tanjong Katong [Lame can?]

9. BARFLY ALIAS (Last Snack Food You Ate + Your Favorite Alcoholic Drink):
Pineapple Tart Heineken

10. SOAP OPERA ALIAS (Middle Name + Street Where You First Lived):
Mei Telok Kurau

11. ROCK STAR ALIAS (Favorite Candy + Last Name Of Favorite Musician):
Mint Sim

[Eeyer. Mine aren't even funny at all! Himi's ones were funnier.]

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1:11 AM

HAPPY! *beams*

Went to the bookfair at the Expo today. Spent about 4 hours craning my neck to peer into every box in the massive fiction section.

Everything was in a state of disorder and randomly assorted. I had one helluva time going through everything 6 times. Dumped books in and out of my basket in an endless cycle of indecisiveness. Finally bought 21 books. (3 for $10, so 21 books makes $70.)

Happy. Books are my first love. And remain my first love. *blissful grin*

And Daphne is OUT!

Which means the reign of Sly ends next week. =(

Buggerall.


I'm feeling rather confused now, with all the advice everyone has been giving me.

I don't know what to do. I don't know what I want. I don't know what you want. And that makes it worse.

Fly.

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Friday, November 12, 2004
3:07 PM

Someone murdered Tommy yesterday. I can't believe I forgot to blog about it.

I don't know why anyone would want to murder an innocent, harmless, overweight 7 year old cat. Thank God Jerry is fine. I don't think I could take the blow of another animal I love being prematurely snatched away from me.

Tommy was lovable. He was fat, sat around too much and basically did nothing.

*sighs*

Rest in peace dear boy, I hope your murderer dies of piles.

Have I mentioned I love Jerry? I love you Jerry.

Note: Jerry is my neighbour's other cat whom I'm exceeding fond of and comes over to my place on a daily basis. Any resemblance to any character dead or alive of dubious singing capabilities is purely coincidental.

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Thursday, November 11, 2004
10:50 PM

Sometimes I think I love my insolation too much to let it go.

You have your personal responsibility, you care enough to look out for your friends, maybe even your family, but you never, ever have to shoulder the burden of having to watch out for The Someone you supposedly love.

Oh well.

Sometimes its good to listen to your best friends.

This is one of those times.

I'm weak, and I know it.

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1:17 PM

*wiggles toes* Aha! I feel liberation like I've never felt before! *beams*

Finally I can see the floor of my bedroom.

Piece o' advice: Concentrate on your O levels.

Hmhmmm! But now I gotta do the stuff for CCA Day next year.. *scowls unhappily*

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3:31 AM

*blinks owlishly*

*glances at clock*


Mm.. I love chillin' with my best friends. Thanks babes, I love you loads. *muacks Himi and Rish*


I'm quite tired of that matter. Am I that complicated to decipher? *Raises brow* I don't know. I'm seriously confused right now. If you haven't gotten the gist of it, here's why.

Sorry for having to post the entire chunk. *feels lazy* Just read whats been bolded. [with regards to.. this matter.]

Aquarians basically possess strong and attractive personalities. They fall into two principle types: one shy, sensitive, gentle and patient; the other exuberant, lively and exhibitionist, sometimes hiding the considerable depths of their character under a cloak of frivolity. Both types are strong willed and forceful in their different ways and have strong convictions, though as they seek truth above all things, they are usually honest enough to change their opinions, however firmly held, if evidence comes to light which persuades them that they have been mistaken. They have a breadth of vision that brings diverse factors into a whole, and can see both sides of an argument without shilly-shallying as to which side to take. Consequently they are unprejudiced and tolerant of other points of view. This is because they can see the validity of the argument, even if they do not accept it themselves. They obey the Quaker exhortation to "Be open to truth, from whatever source it comes," and are prepared to learn from everyone.

Both types are humane, frank, serious minded, genial, refined, sometimes ethereal, and idealistic, though this last quality is tempered with a sensible practicality. They are quick, active and persevering without being self-assertive, and express themselves with reason, moderation and sometimes, a dry humor.

They are nearly always intelligent, concise, clear and logical. Many are strongly imaginative and psychically intuitive, so that the Age of Aquarius, which is about to begin, is much anticipated by psychic circles as an age in which mankind will experience a great spiritual awakening. The Aquarian philosophical and spiritual bent may be dangerous in that it can drive the subjects into an ivory-tower existence where they meditate on abstractions that bear little relevance to life. On the other hand it can help the many who have scientific leanings to combine these with the Aquarian yearning for the universal recognition of the brotherhood of man, and to embark on scientific research to fulfill their philanthropic ideals of benefiting mankind. When some cause or work of this nature inspires them, they are capable of such devotion to it that they may drive themselves to the point of exhaustion and even risk injuring their health.

Both types need to retire from the world at times and to become temporary loners. They appreciate opportunities for meditation or, if they are religious, of retreats. Even in company they are fiercely independent, refusing to follow the crowd. They dislike interference by others, however helpfully intended, and will accept it only on their own terms. Normally they have good taste in drama, music and art, and are also gifted in the arts, especially drama.

In spite of the often intensely magnetic, forthcoming and open personality of the more extrovert kind of Aquarian, and of their desire to help humanity, neither type makes friends easily. They sometimes appear to condescend to others and take too little trouble to cultivate the acquaintance of people who do not particularly appeal to them. They do not give themselves easily - perhaps their judgment of human nature is too good for that - and are sometimes accounted cold. But once they decide that someone is worthy of their friendship or love, they can exert an almost hypnotic and irresistible mental attraction on them and will themselves become tenacious friends or lovers, ready to sacrifice everything for their partners and be faithful to them for life. However, they are sometimes disappointed emotionally because their own high personal ideals cause them to demand more of others than is reasonable. And if they are deceived their anger is terrible. If disillusioned, they do not forgive.

Aquarians work best in group projects, provided that they are recognized as having a leading part in them. They have a feeling of unity with nature and a desire for knowledge and truth that makes them admirable scientists, especially astronomers and natural historians. They may excel in photography, radiography, electronics - anything connected with the electrical and radio industries - aviation and everything technical. On the arts and humanities side their progressive tendencies can be expressed in writing, especially poetry, and broadcasting, or as welfare workers and teachers. Some have gifts as entertainers and make good character actors (having an ability to mimic) and musicians. The more psychic among them possess healing gifts, especially in curing the mentally sick.

Among the faults to which they are liable are fanatical eccentricity, wayward egotism, excessive detachment and an inclination to retreat from life and society, and a tendency to be extremely dogmatic in their opinions. Aquarians can be a threat to all they survey or a great boon for humanity in general. Circumstances - for example, continuous opposition to a cause they hold dear - may cause the atrophy of the openness of mind that is one of the Aquarian's most attractive traits. They may express a lack of integrity in broken promises, secretiveness or cunning. Simmering anger and resentment, rudeness or, worse, a tense, threatening silence which may suddenly burst out in eruptions of extreme temper, these are all part of the negative side of the Aquarian. This can also reveal itself in a sustained hatred for enemies that is capable of enlarging itself into a misanthropy toward the whole of mankind.

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Wednesday, November 10, 2004
5:26 PM

All the sec2s on my MSN list are behaving as if splitting up to go to different sec3 classes is the end of the world.

I for one, do not recall a similar scenario last year. But then again I was never really close to anyone.


Needless to say, I am still packing my room. For if I were not, a whoop of joy would have already been proclaimed at the first sentence, marked in bold and italics and probably a scrolling marquee.

I'm starting to doubt my weirdness even less as each day passes and more mouldy skeletons emerge from the deepest darkest depths of my bedroom.

Found some really.. odd sketches I doodled as a child. Mostly involving meticulously crayoned stick men, alot of rope, explosions, medical disasters and severely detached limbs.

Second on the list are my old barbie dolls. All 7 of them were naked.


Hmm. And if I had any doubt about my inability to be emotionless before packing, they have now been put to rest. I swear I've probably NEVER thrown away a single Christmas/Birthday card to date. I appear to have every one of them right down to my lower primary days. Including the odd scraps of appreciative notes that occasionally toddle in my direction.

Bah.


Oh well, on to stuff other than my room. Its going to be rant. WARNING: Rant ahead, read at your own convenience, disregard all information upon completion. Thank you.

Deleted due to paranoid schizophrenia.

[End rant.]

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Tuesday, November 09, 2004
11:28 AM

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

NO FAIR!!!!!

*scowls unhappily*

Stupidstupidstupid batch of 1990. You idiots have not just ONE. BUT ONE AND A HALF classes taking the combi that I OH SO BADLY WANTED.

*fumes poisonous gas*

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. My Bio/Chem, Lit, Hist/SS combi!!!!

(Yes I realise I'm whining/ranting but I REALLY.WANTED.IT.BAD.)

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Justice has not prevailed.

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erm, my junior cum church friend is going into that combi... (but i really like pure history better. didnt really like lit. til this day.) *pats shoulders*

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Monday, November 08, 2004
11:09 PM

Ee Wei's letters are everywhere. They're plaguing every corner of my room.

x__x

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Sunday, November 07, 2004
9:41 PM

*laughs dryly*

The previous post is majorly, not for comprehension but mostly for personal reference. Disregard at will. Thank you.

Apparently, dear wonderful Rene actually got her astrology wrong and the personality match to a Capricon was way off. The correct one should be Sagittarius, which I still find irritably.. well. Dubious.

Aquarius <-> Sagittarius
The combination usually has a great chance for success.Both temperament are very much alike.

This is a purely social combination that will revel in a large group of friends and public-spirited associates. Sagittarius readily understands the moods and peculiarities of the Aquarius, and will make the necessary allowances, the sagittarian appreciates and expects the same from the Aquarius. Both love change , travel, and excitement , so this should work out very good.

There is a very good chance for a successful relationship. Many of your values are alike and your need to be outgoing and sociable is inherent in both of you. You both understand the need to let the other be when they need their freedom.


Hohum. The Aquarius <-> Aquarius one is still much.. preferred. Lol.

Mostly I've never believed in all this bullshit. Still don't. But desperation sometimes calls for rather... unorthodox methods to quench the aching thirst when the heart refuses to decide on the matter.

Am exceedingly tired from packing. *scowls* And I'm only 20% done or something. *flops around in an exhausted fashion*

Dadeedum.


Oh yeah, forgot to congratulate Vera and Soon Yeow for finally getting together. *rolls eyes* :P

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Saturday, November 06, 2004
11:25 PM

Hmmmm...

This is a very hard combination to analyze. The sure footed Capricorn may prove to be too much for the nimble water bearer Aquarius, who aims to make the world a better place to live in.

Capricorn wants all effort and anything else Aquarius has to give- to be centered at home for their mutual good. Capricorn does not like the interest that Aquarius shows to other people.
Aquarius doe not like confinement or restriction at all, and may fly the coop to go out into the world to find something more suitable. A very doubtful combination.

There is a huge difference in values and personality here. The organized Capricorn and the never organized Aquarius. Too many other differences as well and unless you have other compatible aspects in your birth charts, don't expect a long lasting affair.

Double hmmm.

Aquarius with AquariusHere Aquarius finally finds just the right mate in the other Aquarian. No where one the planet is any combination more compatible then the Aquarian pair.

They have understanding in each other that baffles and is maddening to others. This type of couple one meets in the out of the way places of the world doing research together. Many of the early missionaries were Aquarian couples or those who had strong Aquarius aspects in their horoscopes. Here is the perfect combination of the Aquarian age.

Put two people together who thrive on the unpredictable, the new and the unique and you have two people who understand each other. But even Aquarius can be startled and thrown off by surprising and unexpected developments.


Somehow, this is surprising accurate. (The site I mean, the above was regarded with a teensy weensy pinch of salt.)

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5:46 PM

In the midst of packing my room.

Everything is currently spilling into the entire upstairs corridor, into my sister's doorway and edging closer into my parent's. Everything in my room has to be covered in at least 3 inches of dust, there are about 3 scattered 'footholds' - the only 3 spots in my bedroom where you can see the floor, for me to hop around in when attempting to move the stuff around. *scowls*

I have SO.MANY.THINGS. *solemnly decides that she has honestly, well and truly, been a very, very spoilt child*

X___X Oh yes, and there's proof that my sadistic streak has been present for a long, long time. I found some of my old lego men with all their limbs (including the heads) detached from the torso. Got loads of lego body parts rolling around upstairs somewhere.

Found an awful load of letters/birthday/Christmas cards lying around everywhere. Oh man, they're making me a little... reminescent. Some of them are pretty old... my lower primary buddy, Amy... My first crush Isaac... Calvin, Kenneth... My best buddies.. especialy Jing and Eme.. I seem to have ALOT of letters/cards from the both of you. Lol. Ca, Ryl, Rene... (lol you know I found this GODAWFUL sketch I did of you in primary school?! LMAO!) all stepping stones in my miserable climb from adolescence to teenagehood.

Hmm.. and alot of those from Ee Wei. I had the impression that I lost a good few of her letters. But apparently most of them are still... around (to haunt me). Bah.. What has passed, is passed.

Going back to my dust inhalation exercise once I'm done 'ere.

Wanted to blog last night but blogger was down till 3AM, where it finally decided to load and my brain conveniently shut down just as this screen appeared.

I'm... lost. To put it simply. Hmm. I don't know what to do. What to say. How to react... help?

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When stuck for words, i always pretend that i am from Outer Space. This allows me to
1: Be entirely impressed/unimpressed by all the fabulous/crap Earth things i experience.

2: Invent new and fabulous words. Like "ArrrrrmaLAbalab" and "Fwoopy!"

Hmm, i think George Bush may be an alien for real. He invents new words all the time.

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Thursday, November 04, 2004
10:30 PM

God I'm TIRED!

*grins stupidly*

Well I had fun tonight. Class came over for a rather last minute 'tribute' to our dearest FMs, Mr Ang and Ms Diane.

Was enjoyable. Loved the company. Love you guys. Love 3e6 '04. =) [First and last time I'd ever express mushy declarations of drunken gratitude towards our class, don't worry. =P]

Onwards then, to 4e6 '05.. Time to hit the books and buck up.

Also time to lose some weight.. *grumbles*

Don't feel like cosplaying this year end. In one of my I-hate-the-whole-damn-public-cosplay-scene-and-don't-want-to-have-anything-to-do-with-these-assholes phases. Himi? Rish? Make me snap out of it if you will. If. *smirks*

*yawns*

Time to bathe. And clean up that GODFORSAKEN mess in my bedroom. *scowls and totters off*

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Wednesday, November 03, 2004
11:30 PM

Everytime I look upon my blog, helplessness seizes me and no longer will I have the urge to type out my thoughts.

There are many, many things to sort out. Memories I need to rid myself of. Fantasies I need to destroy. Creativity I need to generate.

I yearn for confidence.

The confidence to write again. A writer does not need to convince herself of her abilities, for she knows well enough that she is capable of writing.

I, however, wish to reassure myself that I am still capable of wielding the pen.

Much as happened, I do not know what. But something has left, and I feel empty now that its gone. Perhaps my abilities left with my sadness, my angst.

For it appears that inspiration only knocked when I was locked away, safe in the confines of my own delusions.

...

What the shit am I rambling about? Oh bother don't mind me.


On to something else I guess.
Its probably no secret to a majority of you that I'm currently fond of a certain someone. A certain someone whom I definitely regret allowing myself to develop this very bad crush on. Maybe one day I'd make the right choices.
But for now, all I want is you, even though I know that my expressions of desire are unrequited.

Off to write cheesy little ficlets.

Blessed be.

I used to have something inside, now its just this hole that's open wide.

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Tuesday, November 02, 2004
10:46 PM

This is tragic. T_T Stolen off Aron's blog. From here.

eXpressive: 5/10 I'm not expressive?!
Practical: 1/10 T__T *impractical lover*
Physical: 7/10
Giver: 6/10


You are a RSYG--Reserved Sentimental Physical Giver. This makes you a Nice Guy/Nice Girl.

Oh, poor RSYG. You're the one all your friends of your target sex *should* be dating when you have to watch them go out with jerks. You're the sweet one that the lead in a romantic comedy ends up with after s/he learns a valuable lesson. You're the best friend, the chaperone and the shoulder to cry on when you should be the lover. Well, no one ever said people were smart.

You dislike conflict -- you prefer to express yourself through action, not discussion -- but you know it is necessary. This means you are more likely to tackle an issue before it grows, but you're also more likely to stop fighting before the issue is resolved to your satisfaction. This isn't necessarily a bad thing -- it's kind of a nice compromise between fighting about everything and fighting about nothing -- but you have to remember to look out for your own interests sometimes.

You have a strong sexual appetite, but it seems so out of place with the rest of your persona that people find it hard to believe. Often they try to shield you from sexual content -- it's ridiculous, but you can use it to your advantage: everybody wants someone clean in the kitchen and dirty in the bedroom. That's you.

You don't want to cheat, but you might. Especially since it's only when you're in a relationship that you start getting the attention from your target sex that you should have been getting all along. Your experiences could make you misanthropic if you weren't so tenderhearted.

A lot of RSITs think they're RSYGs. They're not.

You'll end up with someone who deserves you in the end. [Yay?]

Of the 145976 people who have taken this quiz, 3.4 % are this type.

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Monday, November 01, 2004
8:44 PM

Its funny how we do all those quizzes on Friendster with the expectation that people actually want to read them.

Hmm.

Went out with six classmates today. Its a rather big acheivement, I must say. A significant stepping stone in my life. As far as I'm concerned, I don't do the whole.. 'go out with classmates' thing very often. :P

Sorry if I was slightly out of place today. *grins*

Watched Ladder 49. Bawled my eyes out. Its a rather inspiring film, do catch it if you have the time. I'd give it 3.5 out of 5 stars.

Its not ruddy fantastic or anything. But its an admirable take on the life of a firefighter that really left me thinking.

'People are always asking me how is it that firefighters run into a burning building when everyone else is running out. Courage is the answer.'

I'd like to see this as a silent tribute to 9/11, where many firemen lost their lives if only to save another, as well as their families, whose fathers, husbands, sons, can only be posthumously hailed as heroes after death.

We don't have many major fires in Singapore, but its nice to take a moment to appreciate the men who serve our country - the firefighters, SCDF personnel, and everyone who always seems to be there whenever we have emergencies, such as the Nicole Highway collapse that happened not so very long ago.

Thank you. =)

[Lol. Now you may proceed to Rene's blog where she will openly embarass me by proclaiming my onslaught of unnstoppable tears in the cinema.]

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