proof that vid's a really bad liar.

(on the phone..)
her: hello?
me: oi. vid. meeting at 5.30 at orchard control ok?
her: huh? what? no one told me anything!
me: crap la. i messaged you *twice*. and i called your house, but no one answered.
her: anyway.. i can't come.
me: why?!
her: i'm busy.
me: doing what?
her: ....i'm studying.
me: don't lie! it's so noisy in the background..
her: ...that's cause i'm having lunch..
me: it's 5PM!
her: ...i'm having a late lunch.
me: ...vid!

got this quiz off mellie.

What's your name spelt backwards?
ilajna narepuk.

Where were your parents born?
dad's brit. mom's malaysian.

What is the last thing you downloaded onto your computer?
broken by seether.

What's your favorite restaurant?
cafe211?

Last time you swam in a pool?
jo's party too.

Have you ever been in a school play?
yes.

How many kids do you want?
half a kid? maybe none. maybe one?

Type of music you dislike most?
tacky stuff.

Are you registered to vote?
nope.

Do you have cable?
yse.

Have you ever ridden on a moped?
?

Ever prank call anybody?
yes.. out of sheer boredom.

Ever get a parking ticket?
not old enough to drive.

Would you go bungee jumping or sky diving?
probably.

Furthest place you ever traveled:
opposite end.. would be.. us? went to miami 3 years back.

Do you have a garden?
used to, when we were living back in holland v. now we just have lots of plants..

What's your favorite comic strip?
baby blues?

Do you really know all the words to your national anthem?
i know majulah singapura.. not too sure about god save the queen.

Bath or Shower, morning or night?
shower. before i go to sleep. straight after i wake up. would like to have a bath, but don't have the tub or the time.

Best movie you've seen in the past month?
haven't seen anything.

Favorite pizza topping?
stringy cheese

Chips or popcorn?
sweet popcorn. without nuts inside.

What color lipstick do you usually wear?
don't wear lipstick.

Have you ever smoked peanut shells?
yeah! haha. during bio prac in sec 4. me and sarah had lots of fun then. nearly killed ourselves too!

Have you ever been in a beauty pageant?
"ms charisma 2003".. does ld graduation party count?

Orange Juice or apple?
apple.

Who was the last person you went out to dinner with and where did you dine?
the og. pastamania.

Favorite type chocolate bar?
if it was a bar, i'd say alpen's chocolate fruit and nut. really like dark chocolate, but one whole bar would be too rich.

When was the last time you voted at the polls?
never.

Last time you ate a homegrown tomato?
never.

Have you ever won a trophy?
yes.

Are you a good cook?
no one's died yet.

Do you know how to pump your own gas?
yes.

Ever order an article from an infomercial?
was tempted to, but never did.

Sprite or 7-up?
7up.

Have you ever had to wear a uniform to work?
had to wear scrubs when we were at the hopsital op theatre.

Last thing you bought at a pharmacy?
deo spray.

Ever throw up in public?
yes. as a kid. lots of times.

Would you prefer being a millionaire or find true love?
be a millionaire. don't really believe in true love. a really nice guy, maybe. but not true love.

Do you believe in love at first sight?
no. i too believe in money, though.

Ever call a 1-900 number?
yes. out of curiousity.

Can ex's be friends?
yeah. depends on how you end it.

Who was the last person you visited in a Hospital?
myself? had to go 3 weeks ago for the fracture.

Did you have a lot of hair when you were a baby?
too much. i was one hairy monkey.

What message is on your answering machine?
the automated one.

What's your all time favorite Saturday Night Live Character?
martin short as bill clinton.

What was the name of your first pet?
a dog called turbo.

What is in your purse?
lots of photos of friends.. money.. yus' letter.. receipts.. starbucks card.. ezlink..

Favorite thing to do before bedtime?
walk around the house in a towel.. and then have a super long phone conversation with a close friend.

What is one thing you are grateful for today?
that my og is fun. and that we haven't died off yet.

og dinner today. haha. fun. 10 of us turned up. record number.

and we saw mike, phoenix and dj hahn from linkin park at pastamania.
*scream*

and i talked to phoenix.
*scream*

and he talked back. and smiled at me.
*SCREAM*

haha. so much for groupie behavior. then fenglin screamed on the phone cause she was so jealous and demanded that we should take a photo. and when we went back the bodyguard shouted at us.

yucks.

well atleast i got to talk to linkin park.

twice.

haha.

and we took stalker photos. i'm selling them at like $2.

but og dinner was fun. had caesar's salad + a large bbq chicken pizza + chocolate mousse.
yummy.

and everyone was going on and on about scandals.
then sab tried creating this inter og scandal between me and matt.

started laughing at first cause i thought that she was talking about yumun and matt.
shut up when i realised that it was about me.

why am i always involved in scandals?

and now according to jianhong, i'm "scandalous woman 2".

dior's still the reigning sw 1.

suprisingly, it's only the rgps girls who are given the moniker.

ah well.

and then they were looking through my camera. and started another scandal between me and minzheng. haha.

of all the people i took pictures with.
they picked him?

not that he's bad or anything. just that he's minzheng. and besides, i'd never date a classmate.

and after coming home late today, gee is convinced that i have a boyfriend.

ah. whatever.

i think i just have the scandalous face.

sleep with all the lights on.
you're not so happy.
you're not secure.
you're dying to look cute in your blue jeans,
but you're plastic just like everyone.
you're just like everyone.
and that face you paint is pressed
impressing most of us as permanent
and i'd like to see you undone.
college night will draw the crowds.
dorms unload & your heading out.
here is your moment to shine.

making up a history.
it's nothing from the life you lead
but man, will they buy all your lines.

sleep with all the sheets off
bearing your mattress
bearing your soul.
and you're dying to look smooth with your tattoos
but you're searching just like everyone
could be anyone.
and the friends that you have are the best
impressing most of us as permanent
and i'd like to see you undone.
youth's the most unfaithful mistress.
still we forge ahead to miss her.
rushing our moment to shine.

making up a history,
it's nothing from the life you lead
but man will they buy all your lines.

we're not twenty-one,
but the sooner we are,
the sooner the fun will begin,
so get out your fake eyelashes,
and fake ids,
and real disasters ensue,
it's cool to take these chances.
it's cool to fake romances
and grow up fast.

swiss army romance.

hope dangles on a string
like slow spinning redemption
winding in and winding out
the shine ahead has caught my eye
and roped me in so mesmerizing
it's so hypnotizing
i am captivated
i am

vindicated
i am selfish
i am wrong
i am right
i swear i'm right
swear i knew it all along
and i am flawed
but i am cleaning up so well
i am seeing in me now
the things you swore you saw yourself

so clear
like the diamond in your ring
cut to mirror your intention
oversized and overwhelmed
the shine of which has caught my eye
and rendered me so
isolated so
motivated i am
certain now that i am

vindicated
i am selfish
i am wrong
i am right
i swear i'm right
swear i knew it all along
and i am flawed
but i am cleaning up so well
i am seeing in me now
the things you swore you saw yourself

so tired of the corners of your lips
part them and feel my fingertips
trace the moment for forever
defense is paper thin
just one touch and i'd be in
too deep now to ever swim
against the current

so let me slip away
so let me slip against the current
so let me slip away

my hope dangles on a string
like slow spinning redemption.

vindicated.

i just realised after watching the oc today that misha barton's totally boobless.

we've got a new dining table from da vinci.

it's huge. and ugly.

ok. it's magestic and classic. that's what our agent said.
"and besides, it's da vinci."

just because gee buys ugly, expensive furniture from stylish furniture boutiques..
doesn't mean that we have to live in them.

our sofa's from da vinci too.
mom doesn't let me sit on them, cause i put my feet on the cushions.

it's a sofa. it's *supposed* to be sat on. in the living room. where you just hang out. and slack.

gee pointed out that it's also the family room. and that's why i'm not allowed in there.

..because i'm too uncouth for my posh family.

whatever.

maybe if i just acted a little bit more sane, became anorexic, sat properly and slanted with one leg tucked behind the other, smiled less and articulated more i would fit in.

but where's the fun in that?

i'll just continue being the weird one in the family. the "uncouth" one. the uncultured one. who "just *barely* made it into rjc".

not all of us can be the 2nd runner up for prom queen.
and the class captain.
and the netball captain.
and get 8a1s and 2a2s for os.
and 4as for as.
and get first class honours from cambridge.
and get a high paying job even before we get out of university.

and gee, ever so happily paid for the dining table.
and the rents are damn proud of her.

and so contented that at least one daughter's bringing in the dough.

and then there's dad.

he's finally back from london. for 3 days. and then he's flying off to tokyo or something.

and over the weekend, gee and mom are going to malaysia. so it's just me and him. and it's the fathers' day on sunday.

gee: mom and i are going to malaysia over the weekend.
dad: then i'll be alone on fathers' day.
gee: anjali will be here.
dad: but my daughter won't be here.
me: WHAT ABOUT ME? WHAT AM I?
dad: you.. don't matter.

irritating.

and the worst part was that he probably meant it.
my mom's school's having their graduation on friday.
and then i brought up the fact that he was never there for *any* of my graduations.

and how he wasn't even there when i was born.
he wasn't even in the same country.
or the same continent.

bleah.

if i ever decide to get kids when i get married.. i'm going to get them a really nice dad. real nice. so they won't end up like how i did.

so she said what's the problem baby
what's the problem i don't know
well maybe i'm in love
think about it every time
i think about it
can't stop thinking about it

how much longer will it take to cure this
just to cure it cause I can't ignore it if it's love
makes me wanna turn around and face me but I don't know nothing about love

come on, come on
turn a little faster
come on, come on
the world will follow after
come on, come on
cause everybody's after love

so i said i'm a snowball running
running down into the spring that's coming all this love
melting under blue skies
belting out sunlight
shimmering love

well baby i surrender
to strawberry ice cream
never ever end of all this love
well i didn't mean to do it
but there's no escaping your love

these lines of lightning
mean we're never alone
never alone.

come on, come on
move a little closer
come on, come on
i want to hear you whisper
come on, come on
settle down inside my love

come on, come on
jump a little higher
come on, come on
if you feel a little lighter
come on, come on
we were once
upon a time in love

come on, come on
spin a little tighter
come on, come on
and the world's a little brighter
come on, come on
just get yourself inside her

we're accidentally in love
accidentally in love.

what *is* your problem?

i'm sure you're all fine with you.. and your new boyfriend..
and how everything's all fine for you that you did the dumping.

ever wondered about the person being dumped?
the pain he had to go through? all the times he spent trying to get over you?

there was a time where whatever he talked about used to be about you.
and every single thought he had would be related to you.
and how his whole world just revolved around you.

and you let him down. just like that.

just because you found a better guy?

and you think that just because he's a guy and he doesn't show his feelings that he's fine?

let me tell you something, dear.

he's not.

but you don't really care, do you?

too conceited and stuck up in your own little life.

you're not the one who sees him moping around all the time now.
you're not the one who tries to act like an idiot to cheer him up.
you're not the one to clear up the damage.

there are a few things that i hold dear to me in this world.
my friends being one of the main ones.
i protect them no matter what.

and i hate you for hurting one of them.

you little two timing snitch.
it's only the people like you who give us girls such a bad name.

cigars in the summertime
under the sky by the light
i can feel you read my mind
i can see it in your eyes
under the moon as it plays
like music every line
there's a rug with bleeding dye
under the fan in the room
where the passions burning high
by the chair with the leopard skin
under the light
it's always penny and me tonight

on the plane step up with both my feet
riding in seat number 3 on a flight to nyc
got my bean in a coffee cup next to my seat
catch the view and another good book to read
sending me home on the friendly skies
missing her eyes
it's always penny and me tonight.

staring at a million city lights
but it's still penny and i
all alone beneath the sky
feel the wind brushing slowly by
if i could soar i'd try
to take these wings and fly
away to where the leaves turn red
but no matter where I am instead
singing along to feeling alright
we'll make it by in the pink moonlight
it's always penny and me tonight

cause penny and me like to roll the windows down
turn the radio up, push the pedal to the ground
and penny and me like to gaze at starry skies
close our eyes, pretend to fly
it's always penny and me tonight

and penny likes to get away
and drown her pain in lemonade
penny dreams of rainy days
and nights up late by the fireplace
and aimless conversations about the better days

singing along to feeling alright
we'll make it by in the pink moonlight
it's always penny and me tonight.

hello world.

i'm back.

after a whole long time of camps.
and more camps.

camp #1:

spotlight for kids.

this was an rp workshop thing. organized for underpriveleged kids under the straits times pocket money fund.

lots of hyper overcharged kids. irritatingly hard to control.. but mostly cute.

camp #2: cca leaders camp.

quite fun. well, more interesting than the rest made it out to be. the instructors were biased towards our group, cause we were extra happy and enthu. haha.

day 1 was pretty much getting used to the new people. in the beginning, it was pretty much like boot camp since we were given like 30 seconds to get from one place to the other.. and if we didn't make it in time, we had to do pushups..

went for vietnamese after that with jerm, claud and crumply at holland v. and collected my prints. 113 photos in all. haha. how fun.

then went to bodyshop after that and claud bought foundation.

next day was stayover. jireh kept telling me these ghost stories to freak me out. hmph. meanie. and then later i got really freaked out. and we had to walk through this dark corridor before lt2.5.. and i had to wait for company before going.

haha. i'm such a scaredycat.

an then we stayed up for most of the night.
lillian tried (rather unsuccessfully) to teach me bridge.
went to bed after realised that we had roughly 1 and a half hours of sleep before sentry duty.

spent sentry duty hanging around with crumply talking about what we can do about ra.
good thing about the camp was that we could address the problems that we have right now and do something about it.

but the best part of the camp was the people that you meet. they're all really nice and down to earth. you'd think that they'd be all elitist and all since they're all the leaders of the ccas of the school.. but they're all really cute and unpretentious.

so after one camp, got thursday off to recuperate, only to spend friday at another camp. so instead of sleeping/exfoliating/studying i went back to crescent to watch the juniors train.

got a little frustrated at them. they're slacking. and totally unprepared. the preliminary competition was on saturday.. and they were still lazing around and not taking things seriously..

at the end got them all to huddle up together, and pretty much told them how i thought they needed to buck up. was talking really quietly, and was staring at the chair. was pretty much telling them how i try to do my bset for them..and how they coul at least help me back by returning the favour. don't know whether they took it seriously.. but i guess most of them know me well enough that when i go really quiet and talk.. and stare them in the eye, it's something urgent and important. and when i stare at some inanimate object, it usually means that i'm disappointed or something.

i give up my only day without camp and back in civilization.. to watch them slack around.

and the most frustrating part is that these kids are so great and have so much talent in them that it's just so irritatingly frustrating so see them let their potential go to waste.

so thursday was spent in crescent.

friday was off at cip camp this time. for intellectually disabled adults.

was quite apprehensive at first.. didn't know how to handle them.. but i guess i pretty much played everything by ear.

and i realised how tiring it was to constantly keep a cheery face, no matter how pissed off you were inside.

but my trainees were nice. i was lucky. they were extremely well behaved too.. something that i was totally not expecting.

and the funniest thing happened when someone asked karl whether he was an id. and she was serious. she really thought that he was an id.

haha.

and karl, ranon, maria and yi teng tried (rather unsuccessfully as well) to teach me daidee.

slept a total of 4 hours in 3 days. most of it was spent snuggled up in between amrita and maria. i guess that's a good thing about being a girl. you get to act all groupy and stick with everyone. same thing for the ccal camp where mel, claud, shamiah, abs, lillian and i all fell asleep on one long mat.

and saturday was for rmun presentations. my nice kids bought me and jo fillet o fishes for breakfast. haha. was happily boasting that my kids were the nicest among all of them.

judged ecosoc 1 with ben. both of us were dead sleepy. and he was happily gawking at the mg girls. haha. and our ushers in our room were really nice. we had to go through a 7 hour long session with no break in between and they knew how we felt, so they ever so nicely kept going to the canteen to buy us lots and lots of coffee.. and letting me drink from their water bottles over and over again.

and when lunch finally came, i wasn't all that hungry anymore.. so just poked around my chicken rice for a bit before dumping it all on ben's plate.

went back to cip camp again. carnival night. damn fun. rohaizad (the id kid i was taking care of) was really nice. he treated me to ice cream and bought me this raver bracelet. haha.

and then there was dance night. haha. was dancing like an idiot.. but i guess nobody cared. haha. well atleast i didn't. one thing that i learnt from the ids was that life is too short to care about what other people thought about you.

i'm going to live like there's no tomorrow.
love like i've never loved.
and dance like no one's watching.

got home on sunday. had monday to recuperate again. haha. gee's back from london. still the favourite.

no one says it better than my 5 year old cousin..

"where's geetha akka? i like her more."

have gotten used to the fact that no matter how hard i try.. she'll always be the prettier one, the smarter one, the one everyone likes more.

and now with her uber cool job where she gets paid to travel from geneva to france to london every week and gets travel allowance and everything.

where they koped her straight after she graduated from lse with her first class.

ah well.

and there was hissoc crisis filming today.
at pine grove.

there's the thing about being the host.. you're liable for everything.

mark's phone got stuck in the pool table. and he got really worried. i got really worried too. but it finally came out. and we apparently we were making so much noise that the secuirty guard had to shut us up twice.

ah well. played pool against kitson and chun long. and won.
haha. 2 guys against one girl.

then tse zan joined the game and nicole and grace joined me. so it was this guys against girls thing. and we won.

until we got trashed.

haha.

and then matt, mark, tse zan and ben offered to teach me how to play pool if i paid for their game. thought that i might as well learn to play pool since i have one hanging around in my home anyway.

i dragged nicole along cause i didn't want all the guys to start laughing at me. and at least i could trust nicole to teach me properly.

but i realised that guys are more patient teachers than girls.

matt was trying to teach me how to create come bridge or something. and how to stand.

haha.

in the end i gave up and just went on poking the ball.

ah well.

party on jiaxi's dad's yatch tomorrow. sailing off the sea to some deserted island.
will leave tomorrow afternoon. sleeping over. back on the day after's night.

just realised how rich my friends are. parties on parents' yatchs. while i have.. the pool table that swallows handphones?

yes. new layout.

while the rest of the world is sleeping, studying or packing..
i am here trying half heartedly to code up a new design.

time to move on.

and it's not that i got totally sick of the old layout..
i actually liked that one the most out of the past 11 layouts i've had.

just that i had it for too long.

so here is the new one.

semi charmed kind of life.
version 12.0
ladyshow.
lilies with pins stuck through them.
inspiration came from the exhibition of the same title in toronto in 2002.

did a whole lot of filing today.
i should be proud of myself.

apart from the fact that each subject file is filled with paper amounting to the thickness of 4 fingers.

and there's the looming fact that i have to digest all this info in 3 weeks, in time for the mid years.

and my economics and gp files aren't even organized.
not choronologically, not by topic. not by anything.

ah well.

was reading the gp passage during the common test.. the one about kids who keep changing locations and stuff. and how they become chameleons.. and suffer from a sort of identity crisis in the process.. mainly because they lack a place where they belong.

made me wonder.. am i one of them?

was looking through the old blog and the quizzes i took, and the results i had gotten.
one of the few didn't really stick out then, but made an impression now is the emode one where it said that my superpower was that of a chameleon - the ability to blend in with the crowd, to communicate with different people from all walks of life.. and to fit in in any clique.

in the first 6 years of my life, i had already moved from malaysia, to london, to new zealand, back to malaysia and then to singapore.

so if that gp person's theory is true, it would mean that my frequent uprooting would probably attribute to my "ability to fit in anywhere" now.

abs noticed it too.
was talking to her on the phone a long time ago, and she was saying that the main reason why karl and i stick out so much is probably cause we weren't brought up here.

wait. let me digress here and rant about how the article about abcs in today's paper is a whole lot of crap.

they take these chinese dudes brought up in america.. and show how irresistable they are to singaporean women.

like robin leong?

yuck. he turns me off.

ok, maybe the bit about us wanting something different in a relationship might be true. ok. it is true. that's why opposites attract.

haha. like me and yus as roomies. she cleans up the place and i mess it up.
[which reminds me, i should clean up our place for when she comes back on the 9th.]

but back to the abcs. are they really that hot just cause they were brought up in america?

i never really looked at abcs as hot *because* they were abcs anyway.

"i just LOVE his accent!!"

please. give me a break.

maybe it's just me, but i like my guy real.
fake accents just to get my attention are a complete turn off.
and the whole acting cool thing just doesn't cut it.
being not entirely local isn't exactly something great to be shown off *all* the time.

but this is just me being all incoherent and one sided and shallow and all the other reasons that leechyekeow cites for me never being able to pass gp.

ok. back to my point.

what was it again?
*scrolls up*
oh yeah.

so if abcs are so exotic to singaporean women and all..
things would work vice versa as well right?
so singaporean men would dig chicks brought up overseas.

i was brought up overseas.
so where are men falling for my feet?

525600 minutes.
525600 moments so dear.
525600 minutes.
how do you measure a year?

in daylights, in sunsets
in midnights, in cups of coffee
in inches, in miles
in laughter, in strife

in 525600 minutes
how do you measure a year in life?

how about love?

525600 journeys to plan
525600 minutes
how do you measure the life
of a woman or a man

in truth that she learns
or in times that he cried
in bridges he burned
or the way that she dies

its time now to sing out
though the story never ends
lets celebrate
remember a year in the life of friends

remember the love.

-rent [seasons of love.]

the night is cold. reminds me of the time when i used to sleep over at gee's hostel in london. the place right next to broadway. and she brought me to go see beauty and the beast. front row tickets.

and she paid for them herself.

the show was perfect.
according to her, rent was better, but i couldn't watch it cause i wasn't 17 yet at that time.

from the soundtrack itself, it sounds pretty good.
something about it.
their voices are just so.. raw.

it's not adjusted in any way.

that's why i guess i like it.
it was recorded live, so what you get is pure voice and background music.
and by background, i mean background.

getting sick of kylie's body language cd.
becoming too saccharine for my taste.

love is not the easy thing
the only baggage you can bring is
all that you can't leave behind

and if the darkness is to keep us apart
and if the daylight feels like it's a long way off

and if your glass heart should crack
for a second you turn back

be strong.
walk on.

what you've got, they can't steal it
no they can't even feel it

walk on
stay safe tonight

you're packing a suitcase for a place none of us been
a place that has to be believed to be seen

you could have flown away
a singing bird in an open cage
who will only fly
only fly for freedom

walk on

what you've got, they can't deny it
can't sell it or buy it

walk on
stay safe tonight

and i know it aches
and your heart it breaks
you can only take so much.

walk on

home.
hard to know what it is if you've never had one
home.
i can't say where it is but i know i'm going
home.
that's where the heart is

and i know it aches
and your heart it breaks
you can only take so much.

walk on

you've got to leave it behind

all that you fashion
all that you make
all that you build
all that you break
all that you measure
all that you steal
all this you can leave behind

all that you reason
needs only time
and all that i'm feeling in my mind
all that you sense
all that you speak
all you dress up
all that you scheme

all that you can't leave behind.

- u2 [walk on]

saw the video for this on mtv just now.

love this song.
kept me going for a while last time.
when nothing was going my way..
and i felt like giving up.

simple motto: walk on.

given up on studying for my sats.
it's disgustingly demoralizing.

people are talking about how they plan to get 800 for the maths sections because "it's all primary school math.."

yucks.

with my score, you'd wonder how i even passed e math for my os.

then again, i *am* the person with the lowest psle score in rjc's medicine faculty.

it's going to be a joke.

leechyekeow said that to even qualify to get into rj, you'd have to be in the top 5% of the population.

if all that's true, why can't i do primary school math?

and then there's the biggest fear of all.
that i might be turning into the typical mugger singaporean geek.
the one they tell you horror stories about...

like the psc scholar who didn't know that badawi was mahatir's successor.
and didn't even know what successor meant.

i am *so* going to die for tomorrow.

tried doing one of their tests in the only assessment book i have.
which is ironicly titled "sats for dummies."

i can't even sit through the whole thing.

this sucks.

if i can't even sit at a table for that amount of time..

and for the comprehension passages..
i can't even force myself to read through it.. cause all i see is just black lines.. over and over again.

ad disorder is starting to set in again.

of all times.. why now?

i can't concentrate.
and the exam's in less than 10 hours.

someone help me.

i've seen you hanging round
this darkness where i'm bound
and this black hole i've dug for me

silently within
with hands touching skin
the shock breaks my disease

and i can breathe.

and all of your weight
all you dream
falls on me.

your beautiful sky
the light you bring
falls on me.

it falls on me.

your faith like the pain
draws me in again
she washes all my wounds for me

darkness in my veins
i never could explain
i wonder if you ever see

will you still believe?

that all of your weight
all you dream
falls on me
it falls on me

and your beautiful sky
the light you bring
falls on me
it falls on me

am I that strong
to carry on?
i might change your life
i might save my world
could you save me?

-fuel. [falls on me]

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just came back from bk with ranon.
he called me during piano class.
called him back later.

me: eh.. did you call me?
him: eh.. why didn't you come for rp?
me: oh.. i forgot.
him: you forgot?! haha. anyway.. you want to meet me for lunch?
me: no.. i want to stay here.. i'm lazy.
him: come la.
me: no.. i just woke up.
him: you just wake up! you lazy pok.
me: haha. whatever.
him: come la.. have you eaten?
me: no..
him: then come! you live so near anyway.
me: *grumble*.

have become a mobile girlfriend.
just hope i don't turn into amanda's gary.

big update.

today..
nothing much. finally get a day to slack since the holidays started. only problem is that i have my sats on saturday. which i haven't even touched.

well apart from that time in delifrance when i was with ranon.. but that didn't really count since i only did 2 mcq questions. and i got both wrong.

sats on saturday. help.

anyway, yesterday was spent at the temple.
yes, the temple.
dad donated this huge amount to the temple building fund, so they're throwing this big festival on his behalf. and i guess i had to go as well.

somehow, it's only now that i realise how weird the world is.

the ceremony starts at 7am.. and it ends around 1..
and they make you wear this ring thing made out of palm leaves or something throughout the course of it.
and i was happily blending in with the crowd behind, slacking in one corner.. then this person starts talking to me.. and then shrieks when he sees my ring and screams, "you're dr kuperan's DAUGHTER! why are you slacking here?!"

hmph.

and all the old aunties were smiling at me.

oh well.

woke up at 5.45am on tuesday morning to rush to changi airport to send off the jap kids.
at 5.56am, i turned off the alarm and sat up in bed.. after 5 huors of sleep.. thinking to myself: why am i doing this?

anyway, dragged my ass into the train.. felt suprisingly calm.. must be the early morning breeze. and just when i thought that i could watch the scenery and the sunrise from the train, we disappear underground. so i make do with my reflection. but even *i* can get sick of my reflection after a while. so i resorted to just staring at the other commuters.. realised that in the whole cabin that i was in, all the guys ere sitting down, and all the women were standing up. [and they wonder why singaporean men are said to be the least desirable?]

especially the nsmen.. you'd think they would learn something from all their training..

and when i finally get to see the world again after emerging from the dark tunnel.. the sun has risen, and everything's bright again. passed by kembangan, and i realised how long yus has to travel to school every day.

finally reached changi. one whole hour later, and hugged everyone goodbye.
zheng kept pushing me away from soh ee.

useless guy. he gets to have her for the next two weeks.. and he won't even let me talk to her for 5 minutes.

and then we started taking photos with everyone.. and zheng wanted to show off his acsi jacket, so we took this photo of us side by side.. and soh ee commented that we looked really photogenic as a couple.

haha. 2nd time.

and mel came in just in time.. just before they went past the departure gate. and then it was one big hugging ceremony again before they left.

i'm going to miss them.

after that mel and i just slacked around starbucks and bk.
i took my shoes off and was happily lying down on the couch.

no one chased me off.

then we stayed there till noon.. then went to citylink to try on clothes.

mel manages to look like a million bucks with everything she wears.
man, i'm jealous.

i just manage looking like elton john gone wrong.

haha.

saw this really nice bright red halter at espirit.
which was super ex.
and this black top. which was $33.
but i already have a million black tops..

returned empty handed.

went home around 5.. ran into the shower.. ran out and left for the vjc ics night.

qing met me there. man. she looks hot now. all lean and tanned.
people really change when they go to jc.
but inside, she's still the same poubelle.

me: *whines*eh.. someone told me that i walk like a gangster..
her: *matter of factly* yeah. you do, what.
me: what?!
her: you walk around.. with that "you wanna fight" kind of face.. and when you walk slowly.. you kind of swagger..
me: i DO NOT swagger.
her: haha. you do.

anyway, the audience that night was disgustingly rowdy.
i'm sure it's all right to cheer for everyone and everything..
but it's just plain rude to diss someone so loudly and repeatedly during the performance..

ah well. the mics weren't working properly either. so didn't get much from the play.

at least i got qing to pay 1/6 of the price of my ticket.

got past nearing midnight.
slept through the whole bus ride home.
luckily shan was there to wake me up at the bustop.
and save me incase i just collapse and fall asleep on the pavement.

i guess it's the collateral effects of having 5 hour sleep days.

left the hose at 5.45am.
get home past midnight.
that's quite bad.
for my internal body clock, at least.

and on monday, went to the doctor's to check out my ankle.
i've laernt how biased people can be.. get treated like a normal person and get ignored when i'm alone..
and when my dad decides to follow me in for the 2nd time, i have doctors waiting for me, instead of me waiting for them.

some trainee told me that my doctor's the only coloured person to hold a head position.
i didn't really think much about it.. i mean, if you're good you should get wht you deserve.. with no influence from your skin colour..

that's what meritocracy is all about isn't it?

anyway, kept getting smses from random people.. most of them coming from shaf and ranon complaining how boring rp was.

finally left to meet them in school.
a lot of people were asking how my ankle was.
suprising how fast news spreads.
told them that it was all alright.

at least i hope it is.

doc makes it sound really complicated with the osteochondritis thing.
and pretty much banned me from running for the rest of my life..

he thinks it's serious. or at least wants me to take it seriously.

it's amazing how one split second could cause an accident leaving you in a wheelchair for 6 months, and unable to revert to your normal ways for the rest of your life.

you normal people have no idea how lucky you are.

but hey, i'm not going to get down because of it.
i'm not going to think about it.

anyway, went for lunch at bk with shaf and ranon.
and shaf made me a friendship rock.

she wrote my name first, then she asked whether i wanted ranon's name to be on the other half..
i told her to put shaf.

haha.

and then later when we went out, we went two separate ways.. then ranon was walking behind, and he didn't know who to follow.
told him to follow shaf.
i'm probably the only girlfriend who tells her boyfriend to follow other girls.

speaking about that, mel and i have come to a conclusion that i am hormone-less.
according to her, i was right next to zheng's "hot bod" in the pool and i was the only person who didn't notice his great abs.

and later when we went out, i didn't even notice any of the hot guys.
which makes me hormone-less.

i'm totally not attracted to anyone on the street. guy or girl.
that's bad.

i'm not even gay.

is it love tonight
when everyone's dreaming
of a better life
in this world
divided by fear
we've gotta believe that
there's a reason we're here
yeah, there's a reason we're here

cause these are the days worth living
these are the years we're given
and these are the moments
these are the times
let's make the best out of our lives.

see the truth all around
our faith can be broken
and our hands can be bound
but open our hearts and fill up the emptiness
with nothing to stop us
is it not worth the risk?
yeah, is it not worth the risk?

we can't go wrong
thinking it's wrong
to speak our minds
i've gotta let out what's inside

is it love tonight
when everyone's dreaming
can we get it right?
yeah, well can we get it right?

cause these are the days worth living
these are the years we're given
and these are the moments
these are the times
let's make the best out of our lives
even if hope was shattered
i know it wouldn't matter
cause these are the moments
these are the times
let's make the best out of our lives.