fma. abbrevation for fuck, death and a whole lot of other things.

f.m.a.

abbrevation for fuck, death and a whole lot

of other messed up things.





hello. i totally blanked out in the last fma tutorial and my mind was whirring about how the ica would be in the end.


expected, i was totally thrown off balance cause i somehow mysteriously got a seat in the front and dragon law was starring occasionally and the light was too strong and the aircon too cold and the people beside me were writing too fast. point was i did shit and let's just say, i hope i do pass.

as for iccs, i thought it was good until miss gan told us the class were somehow illustrating on a "superficial level". then it came tumbling down on how little we linked it to the lectures (though we did already) and the other two groups who havent presented should edit theirs if they are smart enough. no A i suppose.

alas, this past week has been viciously energy-sucking. i havent been thinking about myself and how i want and can have fun and i wont even start on how my social life is being sacrificed for my academic excellence, or lack thereof. why did i start on a bad note and now getting a good gpa seems to be so hard cause i need to be on my toes every second uh! i want to go out and make new friends and be happy.

i saw a guy on the train, decked in brands from head to toe. armani shades, gucci murse (man purse), ralph lauren polo, lacoste sweater vest, dunhill belt and valentino pants. shoes unknown, but leather and elegantly-shaped. speechlessss.





oh oh oh how sad and random this post is. i need to go dancing in the hols and i need to make new friends and have new flings. also, i need someone to put me up at their house for free cause the traffic has been shit-bad and going all the way back seems to have its toil on me now. why do i have such a p-athetic life. i dont know. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.







consolation from the (desire to be) consoled.

p.s peipei-kins. dont be upset aight? we'll sort it out! anyway we can.

quote from "How to Walk in High Heels" : Katherine Hepburn said, "If you want to sacrifice the admiration of many men, for the criticism of one, go ahead, get married".

think about it.

xoxo.

tu et moi.

tu et moi.

hello fellow lovers. i have to say, i had an amazingly fulfilling weekend!



one) FRIDAY was a day in the sun at Sentosa with the clique. frisbee, volley, kayaking, sand etc. i've even got a tan even though mummy and nurul were some of which who says that i dont look any darker. dont believe them, cause i have got tanlines! how to get tanlines if i am not darker eh! but my face seems to be darker than my bodyy!! OHMYGOD HOOOOOOOOOW!

and then, Jam and Hop with peipei, wenlin, G and za. i heard we missed out much cause we were fashionably late, but i am still a "happy chihuahua" as quoted from peipei's blog. you know whyyy.


after, it was The Balcony's with peipei, G and za. a classic girls' night out, with drinks, potato wedges and talks. then, home on the night-rider. do refer to peipei's blog for more info and pictures.


oh, i stayed overnight at G's japanese style house! we were still talking at 3 plus. hmm. i love girl's talk.

two) SATURDAY. after i got my ass up and back home (i saw a HOTTIE while walking to sembawang station.), it was a whole afternoon of lounging in my own room, after i took a long shower and lathered myself in hydrating lotion, reading magazines and talking on the phone.


then, we headed to granny's cause it was my little cousin's fourth birthday.

cute. but unbelievably mischevious. he was pressing me to give him more icecream even though he had like ten mini cornettos. and then he go off to snatching his brother's. or grabbing my hand to refrain me from eating mine.


then, the adults had red wine and talks. we didnt make it home that night, cause mummy was too lazy to drive.

so here i am, finally getting home after a long day. tired tired tired. i neeed to do my marketing tutorials still. let's hope i get my head in it.

xoxo.

wardrobe malfunction (waiting to happen)!

wardrobe malfunction (waiting to happen)!

hello everybody. i am in a crappy mood now cause i havent got anything desirable to wear to Jam and Hop tomorrow. this is why i dont really like dressing according to a theme. monochrome may be easy for some people, but i am a colorful dresser (and so is my mum.), so i am having some hard time.

this makes me totally think about this dress i wanted to get at Roxy but they didnt have it in my size. i cant get over it. never.

and then, i thought of this topshop black dress with white stars. jun you's giving me advice, but i think i suck cause i havent got much of the things he told me could work.

whatshouldiwearbymango.com is rubbing it in toooo! i should have gotten these essential pieces! can i go to MANGO now!

maybe i can pop by vivo's while going to sentosa! YAYAYAY. but then i havent got any dough! GRRRRRR.

but MANGO's website is fun! haha click the below picture to see what kind of denim is for me! or go to the web and press the jeans collection.

xoxo.

brown was the only gem i saw today.

brown was the only gem i saw today.



i am not even going to go into detailed descriptions about how my clique (never had a clique with more than 10 people!) and i are a HIGH CONTEXT CULTURE with all the nitty-gritty lingos and inside jokes. it's super endearing this way, of course. and it makes me feel secure that almost nobody knows what we are laughing SUPER LOUDLY about. boo hoo, you're not in it!



while i am suppose to be doing my NE all over again, cause my previous one was a whole load of crap, i accidentally kick the charger lose and poof goes my screen and the newly-edited UNSAVED document. yup. and MSN is giving me the hell of a muthafooking time cause i just cant sign in, can i.


oh yah, my mummy just told me to "go ahead" and apply for FRANCE OSEP. yup, deadline was tues! so i have to email aloysius tan and HOPE he gives me an extension. i put "family matters and complications" as the reason for my stupidity, cause well, i cant say "my mummy just decided she is willing to spend the dough afterall". nevertheless, i am happy that i have a chance to try to go. you know what i mean.



generally, i have been having pms-induced days and i hope SENTOSA! will be tons of fun, and there's JAM AND HOP and of course, the time i end my pms. just come, and give me back my decent complexion!




p.s. God bless that i get the deadline extension!




xoxo.

wear and tear, worn and torn.

wear and tear, worn and torn.

hello love-bunnies.



as demoralizing-much as my title may sound, i am in a pretty hyped up moood cause i am compiling a GAP FLIP FLOP Chart for marcus pang so he can get those flippies soon and come home. and then i shall have more choices in my flip flop closet (which currently has only two items - pathetic!) when i go to school. WOOTS!




besides, mummy's paying for them and my bros have chosen some lovely designs too and we're all happy. except i am still indecisive on the designs i want and then i am bothering soo many people.





i couldnt resist clicking on the other pages of the webbie, and now i am dying to get the below-shown Converse navy slip-ons:

cause well, this cut of shoes makes my ankles look slimmer (who doesnt like slim legs?!). and besides, i need new Converse. my pink ones are so boring noww.

but, even though it's priced at 19.99 bucks (effing cheap!), there's this note to tell online shoppers that women should get 2 sizes smaller than their original. so i am a 5 and then i need 3 right? but the smallest was 4 and even that, they dont have stock. WTFFFFF.

so, I AM GOING TO GAP AND/OR CONVERSE TOMORROW. to try, to enquire whatever. i need to get them i need to get them i neeeeeed them.

(:

i am sane.

i am too restless to continue fma. stupid ratios make me want to puke. bubble bath time!

p.s. if we end at 11 plus tomorrow, i am going to town for sure! okay spolier. loy kathong make up and there's a quiz. need to study somemore!

xoxo.

lazy afternoon,couch potato.

lazy afternoon, couch potato.



hello lovebirds. aint it a wonderful public holiday afternoon. i was just about getting bored, so here goes another random post.




saturday,

i went driving. and passed my pre-test! so right now, i just need to clock one more lesson to make sure i am ready and steady, then i can go for the actual test which i know i will fail cause everybody fails their first test. it's 120bucks per test man! tsk. corruption. then, i came home and went for dental and then had dinner, watched tv and slept.





sunday,

i woke up super early cause mummy says we're going to have roti prata for breakfast! woots! came home with tons of fruits, and then watched tv and then showered and got ready to have lunch with paternal family. then went to watch NARNIA : PRINCE CASPIAN, which was a good movie though i thought the first one had awesome wardrobe and thus, it made me miss the white witch who played an angel in Constantine alittle. then mummy and i tried to buy some clothes, but it didnt work cause there werent anything to our liking. plus, we had clothes ordered from france thru the boutique she spent 3000 on that time. i cant wait till the stock comesss. oh yah, mummy's giving me a 100 bucks to buy flip flops but i need to buy a pair each for my two brothers.






today,

woke up at 1. had lunch, then watched the telly and then napped. and then woke up, saw my brothers eating chips and playing damn game. hooked up my lappie (i have found a way to hook my broadband to it) and stole a bag of chips from those two noobs, and am now eating and drinking. while loading Win A Date With Tad Hamilton. sexy cleopatra loads fast! hahahaha. yay.




okay, i am going off to watch my movie then maybe some online shopping then order pizza for dinner. neverminds that i am like an ass, cause SENTOSA's this fri and i cant wait to play volley or aka healthy living! read za's blog for more info.





xoxo.

praying more than ever.

praying more than ever.

my mummy's constantly watching the news about the earthquake in china and the cyclone in myanmar.

we just watched in silence; what's there to say. when i saw the news which telecasts the moment when china's premier talked to the children trapped in the rubble, calling himself "wen ye ye" (direct translation to : "grandfather wen") and telling the kids will "certainly be able to tough this out and be rescued", i teared.

as much as i think kids are annoying sometimes, i cant stand looking at all the images of crying and injured and dead children. it wrenches your heart to think about all the trauma these innocent kids have endured.

pray and donate. pray and donate. i hope my 20 bucks worth of help reaches someone.

on to neutral things, i saw a video of xiaxue on youtube. she got her tongue pierced. it looks.. scary.

my mind's not changed. but i hestitate.

yauch!

long weekend long weekend! i cant wait to sleep and brunch and rest. been lacking sleep, cause of school and early days and tutorials. i need 12 hours.

jo i want sentosa pics! okay, like she'll read this.

xoxo.

we heart nerds.

we heart nerds.



bonjour. feeling bored? let moi entertain toi with the quirky pictures we took secretly yesterday, whilst hiding from dragon lady.






i am too lazy to make it into grids. so yah, just a mass upload.

elizaaaa! so dedicated eh! haha. we can blackmail you next time when you ignore us upon marrying a rich old man.

nat nat! notice the monstrous za in the background. tsk.

wenlin! so cute eh!

uncle thom. looking normal. cause he's old what hahahha.

JO! hahaha.

peipei spoiler la! the theme was nerds! not hotties.

huiying! with G. who's the owner of the specs.

even sean got dragged into the mania.

nee pok looks the cutest!

lastly, me! i think it looks awesome with my chihuahua hair!

happyhappyhappy! okay, the day's just starting but still. i am wearing my bearbrick red gem tee with red skinnies! pictures later eh!

(to be continued..)

xoxo.

flip-flops maniaaaaaaa!

flip-flops maniaaaaaaa!



hello world at this somewhat wee hours. i just got up from my nap and now, i am religiously logging on to cms to do my tutorial! tyng has awesome self-discipline these days. and she cant stop saying "awesome". no idea under what influences.



was super early for fma tutorial, and, the dragon lady is officially on my LIST. nonsensical person asking me in the sarcastic way why my "woan" had the "O" in it. usually i dont mind it when people have problems/are curious about my name. but she said it with ultimo bad attitude and mockery.

not to mention how she asked nee pok why she wasnt "smart enough" to tell her parents to put her last name in front of her christian name. oh suree. we get to decide our names. oh suree. we are all born with the ability to rebel against our folks.

woman, you're out.




on to happier things, marcus pang chen yang has agreed to buy me the GAP flip-flops from canada if they have the sales. so i am collating the designs i want. but then i have dilemmas again!

mummy says "slippers also need to buy from overseas ah?" hahaha. no, she cant pinpoint moi cause i wasnt the woman who bought a Gucci dress!


okay, so i have decided to get these for sure :

and then, i cant decide a color for these :

pending list (should i just splurge?) :

there are wayy more designs i want, of course. and everytime i go back to the web, more designs come up! but i am trying to be as realistic as possible, checking my flip flop closet to see which color i havent got and thus, basing my choice on it. i notice i have a tendency to go for blue.

anyways, i have got quirky pictures to post up. but i am all too lazy to upload and stuff. so, wait for it!

leaving you guys with awesome songs,

Melee's "Built To Last".

Melee's "Cant Hold On"

Melee's "She's Gonna Find Me Here"

i need to revamp my song list!

xoxo.

mail me your heart.

mail me your heart.



hello fellow dwellers of Mother Earth. tyng is in a pretty nonchalant mood. but decides to post something up anyways.


note :

looking for inspirational stories on how a

normal-looking girl bagged a HOTTIE for a

boyfriend.


definition of HOTTIE : must be regarded as

good-looking and/or charismatic by the public.

better yet if people gasp in horror and/or shock

when they hear HOTTIE's your boyfriend and

doesnt believe it even after you two

tongue-wrestled it out for all to see.


reward : blessings that you two get married and

live happily ever after. i am throwing in the wish

that the kids resemble their father, in terms of

well, everything.


do support! thank you. spgs are welcome too.




ah well. you may think it's for my own entertainment purposes, but i really would like to learn the ropes. so, tell your friends and tell them to tell theirs. i am sure there is somebody who qualifies.





meanwhile, i shall be trying fma questions out. cross cultural studies is so easy; i just need to express my views. hahaha. like i have a lack of that eh.

i have addictions. like for SPOTLIGHT, SENTOSA, HIM, PRETTY THINGS (which includes HIM), COLD.

i keep typing "BE" instead of "BR" whilst editing my html. tsk tsk. i so want us to be together.

xoxo.

mindless chants that i hope, works.

mindless chants that i hope, works.




i keep telling myself, "We're not falling apart, we're not falling apart, we're not falling apart". but when i open my eyes, crumbles. you might not get what i am muttering about, but nobody does anymore so, it's okay and i cant be bothered if my spiritual and mental desires are not fulfilled so people should just shut up when i get all dressed up for nothing, cause that's just what i do to be happier. i cant rot in my covers, my mummy doesnt allow it.


i am high-maintenance not only because i need lots of time and space, but because there are heaps of my feelings and thriving inner emotions to be taken care of. and i have tons of those every second. so that's why it's hard and normal people cannot handle it. wow, reminds me of the society - dynamic. yes, i study hard and i am a nerd and i rather not put my head into nonsense unrequited things.


no, i am not talking about my boyfriend of a relationship or anything that's lovey-dovey. my love life is non-existent right now cause i have tons of other problems. tsk tsk. why why why. please, let's just move to Stepford where everything's perfect.

i never thought i'd say this but thank god for the piling amount of projects to keep my buzzing around.

happy mother's day. <3







xoxo.

the art of pursuit. i'll never get.

the art of pursuit. i'll never get.





hello all. honest to speak, i am an idiot when it comes to making new friends and stuff. i blank out, i stammer, i hide and i am passive. i cant believe my friends came up with horrendously cheesy ideas such as the old "can you teach me this question" trick where you get your object of fancy to tutor you at schoolwork, and there's the "just wait for it. if he likes you, he'll come to you" one. i would like that if it's possible duh, but apparently, he isnt even noticing little thriving worshipping moi right! by the way, french was FUNNY. i couldnt stop laughing with nadia's brave attempt to read the text and sarah sam's sarcastic comments of our teacher. no hot guys as usual. back to it, sean's giving me advice on all questions that i can think of. not very successful cause i cant think of questions, cause i dont know my problem. or should i put it, the problem. see. impatience and desperate attempts dont mash well. they make you want to fly but you know you cant. and see, i am blabberingggg. what to do. send me to the hospital (read "or-pi-tal") and buy me some chocolat (read "sho-ko-le")! woots. french rocks. who cares about boys. okay i do. you're not what you seem you're not what you seem you're not what you seem you're not what you seem you're not what you seem you're not what you seem you're not what you seem you're not what you seem. sometimes i just hope i can get whatever i want, know whatever i want. then i wont have to pine so much. tormented souls. no one understands. stereotyped. accused. the damsel who defends. the damsel who defends the stereotyped and accused.

xoxo.

i love you.

i wonder if you notice me the way i notice you.

i wonder if you notice me the way i notice

you.





first french lesson tomorrow. FINALLYYYY. somehow, after i hyped it all out and then got disappointed last week, i have decided to not make such a fuss. even though i make a fuss about pretty much EVERYTHINGGGGG, it isnt in my system. now.


well, after attending the OSEP talk this afternoon, i realize i dont have a minimum of 10K to invest in the overseas exchange trip. which brings me to feeling sorry for myself cause i was really enticed by nice, france. which also brings me to feeling nausea for how some people can just splurge another 10K for a tour around other part of europe and then, i start to be much more pissed off with the seduction of barcelona, sinking venice, rome overwhelming me.

you know, stalker talks about sponsoring me and how i can return him the money slowly when "we are together in the future". (rolls eyes) i appreciate the thought, but no thanks. i wouldnt even take it if he's mega hot and is my boyfriend; and to think it's him, i'd rather rot in nyp. besides, there wouldnt be such a "future" that he talks (all the time) about. he even referred himself to "the guy whom you (i) will be with one day" when i told him my mummy will never let me take something from a stranger. poor deluded guy.







so i guess we'll have to see how it goes. i seem to say that all the time. the same goes for my tongue piercing, see what happens? i am still talking perfectly. and gaining no satisfaction when i look into the mirror at my tongue. i procrastinate and put things off. which reminds me, i have 21 days to date SWAN or else, there would be lunch and dinner free of charge. my classmates are such motivating people right? uncle thom and jo are encouraging me with abovementioned bets respectively.




who wouldnt want to date him even if there are no treats attached? who wouldnt!?






xoxo.

obsession songs!

obsession songs!



hello everybody. it has been 2 to 3 hours since the sakae buffet with uncle thom, peipei, jo and ben. but jesus, i am still super full and i doubt i am eating dinner for the sake of my weight.

yup, i am back on the "2 tiny meals a day" plan cause i have gained and that just wont do! not that i am working for my desired bikini bod (i dare to wear one if i am overseas actually. just not here where there are people i know and people who are so critical.), but at least i am at an acceptable weight you know?

i am so sad i am so lazy. but neverminds, mummy's dragging me to go yoga with her soon. now, i hope it works for me.





i am off to do my essr tutorial (MCQ qns yay!) and then maybe sleep early. i figured i need 12 hours of sleep to be really rejuventaed. so sleepy now!


leaving you guys with a couple of my favourite can-play-ten-times-non-stop songs!

"Dark Blue" by Jack's Mannequin

"Swan" by Unkle Bob
(it really isnt because i am obsessed with SWAN lately okay.)

"Let Go" by Frou Frou

"Let Go" by Boys Like Girls

"Dance Hall Drug" by Boys Like Girls

Last but not least, Michael Buble's "Everything" and "Home". click on the titles to go to the youtube links. embed was disabled!

Both are on my "songs to play for ideal wedding" and "ideal proposal song" list. fucking romantic!

xoxo.

being straightforward isnt always good. but i cant help it.

being straightforward isnt always good.

but i cant help it.



hello everybody! i am hippity hoppity bunny happy now cause my hair smells good and i had a facial today. it was a girl's afternoon out with mummy dearest.




darren kessler scared the shit out of me when he told me he told SWAN about my crush on HIM and i swear i really nearly did shit in my pants.

but he didnt and it was just fooling around after he read the (controversial) post below and he guessed and intended to make sure and at the same time, make me shit in my pants.

at some point, i really thought he had told and it made my stomach all fluttery like i swallowed a thousand butterflies.

and now he's blackmailing me with "so $5 for every week i dont tell how is that?". he sucks but this is so funny eh. he even made up how the conversation will be like when he tells.

"SWAN! u know that malaysian gal? ya that mad mad one. ya man, she likes you dude."
"WTF !? u serious darren?"
"wow better stay away from her man, who knows what they do in msia.."

so much for friends! tsk tsk! i am so hurt.




moving on, i tried to do the marketing for hospitality tutorial today and i was baffled. didnt get a thing the question was asking. HOW NOW! i am going to read the lectures at cms and then try again. see! i am working hard now, definitely trying to keep it up though. it's so hard to keep trying at the thing(s) you dont get after more than two tries.



okay, got to go. just here to tell people to STOP BLACKMAILING ME! to think i entertain you.




xoxo.

there's a double beauty whenever a SWAN swims.

there's a double beauty whenever a SWAN

swims.

hey you guys. i have much to say today, but the main idea revolves around my crushes. (hint for long post)


so, i was basically daydreaming on my way to driving today (was also daydreaming during driving and my crappy instructor was a meanie so that pushes me into a trance more. i blank out when i get instructed frantically.). and suddenly, i started counting my crushes. it amounts to some staggering figure and thing is, i am sure i missed some out.

let's just move on to the anonymous list (only some listed though) :

first) i was in lower primary. there was this guy who was in upper secondary at that time. we travelled in the same school van. and one night, the van broke down near his mother's hairdressing saloon. so the driver had us calling our parents and my mother happened to be having her hair done at the same shop. so he suggested that he would bring me over, since the driver had to stay behind to wait for the toll or whatever. he carried my school bag and i can still remember how his profile looked under the streetlights. it is fucking romantic when i think about it now. i can still vividly remember how he looked that night and how his contour looks whenever the streetlights shone on him giving me a clearer look in the dark surroundings of the unlit van. weird thing is i cant remember his name. nor how he looks. i just know he was hot and tanned.

second) this is the well-known crush i had when i got into the first class (4F) after primary three streaming. i think almost everybody knows about him. at that time, i thought he had the whole package : looks, brains, athleticism and wealth. not that i was super materialistic or mercenary, but at that time, i guess i already have good taste back then. besides, he was also liked by many. i completely gave him up by secondary one, that makes it about three to four years of unrequited adoration. now that i think about it, he must be nuts if he liked me back, back then when i was seriously fat and ugh.

third) happened during the course of the second crush. ahh, i already had the capability of liking many when i was so young. i figured i was about 11. he was in the same school bus as i am. same age, different school. a very sweet, tanned guy. i think he likes me too, but i am not so sure cause i was pretty ugly still. plus we never got a chance to develop anything cause the significant horror happened and i moved away from my old house hastily. there was once when he had an excursion to some vegetable farm or botanic gardens or something. point was he bought me flowers and we shared a garden salad on the way back. i saw him a couple of times at the checkpoint when i was in secondary school, but i didnt think he would remember me and i thought it would be weird to tap him at the shoulder and ask if he remembers me.

fourth) this was somewhat a "what was i thinking" moment. he was a senior when i got into bpghs. wasnt exceptionally cute, but tanned and sporty. i think he played soccer. there isnt much to this one cause i pretty much moved on quickly. but, he was actually the first whom i told about my feelings directly. okay, it was on text, but still. there wasnt a clear answer given to me though, i forgot what happened.

fifth) this guy was the first crush whom i bagged eventually. haha. yah, he became my boyfriend. score for me! please, like after so many "failures". and this one was the most complicated too. he was my friend's boyfriend when i knew him and also, my eventual boyfriend's friend. so on, so forth. but! i am not a slut, we got together after the complex relationships stopped. pretty touchy subject though, let's move to the sixth.

sixth) this guy is super talented in music; he sings and plays the guitar like a siren if they could be guys. he's super smart, but i guess alittle lazy or rather, not bothered. has the air of an artist. i find him very fascinating, and i guess i love it when there's a mystery to solve. especially when different unexpected sides of him are revealed discreetly when i get along with him day by day. he rejected me in the most gentle and unhurtful way possible, after i mustered super loads of courage to tell him. tsk! but we're still friends, and that's possible cause he's not anal at all and is treating me like before. i adore him like a friend now, and i think he deserves the best.

seventh) now, now now. he is _ _ _ _, or "swan" as my classmates call him. cause they think i am (and many others are) the toad(s) lusting over the swan meat - chinese idiom. tsk! but he's MAJOR HOT and i cant resist. we were "analyzing" him and here are some of his pros that we came up with :

one) hot bod
two) nice face
three) good personality
four) has the brains
five) went to NS
six) owns a car
seven) lives somewhere good
eight) in good course = bright future
nine) is sporty
ten) has musical talents
eleven) has top-notch fashion sense
twelve) either eleven or he has the abiity to carry off any clothes
thirteen) has THE aura

dont believe me? see ZA's blog la! she testifies too! but she claims he's not her type. PFFT! i am so INFATUATED it's crazy. i hope i can date him!

-

so, i guess those are the more significant ones. i didnt include my first ever boyfriend in kindergarten who gave me chewable vitamin c's and some hotties whom i swooon over cause they are talented or just plain good-looking. hahaha.

dont judge me! but you see the pattern? i like hotties or talented or interesting or all together. no wonder i dont get much boyfriends. tsk tsk.

xoxo.

torn between emotions.

torn between emotions.



i realise what happened seven years ago made me a whole lot screwed up different in some ways more than i had ever known. not that i am blaming anything, but still. i wonder if i would have developed differently if it hadnt happened.

i was, and am still, at a loss on how to deal with deaths. as ironical as that sound, being the one who had an intimate encounter, blah blah.

i mean, life is a bitch, screwing more people twice or third over this time round, but when you think about it, the phrase "one man's meat may be another's poison" just hits you smacked right in the face, breaking the bridge of your nose. cause for all we know, at the exact same moment, the word "celebration" might be taking all possible forms around the world.

i guess what i am trying to express didnt come out right. all this that i have gotten out isnt even tapping into half of what i want(ed) to say. i wish someone will just tell me what to do, or maybe write a book even if it's a "dummy's guide".

i am praying a whole lot more tonight.

-

so, last night. tyng had her virgin clubbing night in singapore! with full consent from mummy! i heart you.

nee nee pok, za, jaselin (nee pok's friend. but i met her before once when she played pool with us. she's binny's friend too.) and i went to MOS thinking it was ladies night, but then it was eve of labour's and all, so we paid 12 bucks with one free drink. there werent much foreign talent, much to our "dismay". but there were hell lot of people that moving around was a challenge. there were 80% more guys to girls i think, so everywhere you move, guys all around.

and so, to summarise my story (repeated to many people about the experience), here are some random mainpoints i remembered :

one) to me, singapore's definitely topped jb's. but kl's alittle better.

two) i experienced four types of grinding experience :

a) "you dance pretty good. so i dont mind going along with it"

b) "ooh you're pretty hot and damn, what moves you got! i dont

mind you putting your hand round my hips/waist!"

c) "what the fucktard! stop "banging" my backbone! this is a club,

not some rock concert, stop jumpinggggg!"

d) "you havent got the moves so i am alittle bored dancing with you"

three) i dont really see how you can pick somebody up when it's so crowded and noisy that talking is a task. maybe it was just cause last night was SO PACKED.

four) i was hell surprised cause nee pok and za are such horny dirty dancers! jaw dropping, show stopping.

five) i guess the four of us are hot cause we were picked up, offered a drink and "protected" as much as possible. then again, clubs are well-known for boosting self-esteem eh! hahaha.

six) bitch (almost) fight! tsk tsk. fat bitch with long grass for hair and razor-sharp elbows. i dont like.

seven) 3/4 jug of cranberry vodka gave me some high. was sharing with za.

eight) tired tired tired. with backache and tummy cramps. like gym session. crashed at 4 plus at za's. thanks for letting me stayover, horny! i now know where you got those funny genes from.

nine) some guy told me "you girls come clubbing, very poor thing eh" after helping me to get rid of this nonsense who was alittle too close to me. ironically enough, he was grinding me in the point d (refer to above) kind of way. of course i avoided trouble by catching myself before shooting the "yah of course, poor things to meet people like him and you" i had in mind.

ten) i mind being short more. i was breathing people's second-hand air the whole time. and tip-toeing to breathe isnt a good option either.

out of points.

my bod's still pretty tired and i need to sleep more. but i thought wed was pretty not bad. so i had to write something.

cause i talked to _ _ _ _! and it was awesomeee. NE was shit cause it was 45 mins and that's the only lecture but hey, when we came out, him and i talked! for a few mins but it was HOT HOT HOT (he was so damn hot, the weather was hot, my face was hot from his hotness) and i am so INFATUATED cause i was hippity-hoppity bunny happy afters and i was just smiling and in a trance. wooots.

oh and my mum bought 7 pairs of shoes while i was away and some accessories and a couple of bags and dresses and she spent close to 3000 and i think she's mad but i am happy cause they are all pretty things.

i dont care i am crazy like a little schoolgirl.

xoxo.