Roadkill, baby.

Shift

2008-02-03T23:30:00.000+08:00

I guess this is as good a time as any – I've moved! Or rather, I've taken my terribly infrequent posts over to Wordpress. Update and see y'all there.

Truant

2008-01-24T00:10:00.000+08:00

In celebration of the formation our first ever partnership (where we somewhat disgracefully, for reasons unremembered, decided to skip Sunday School and have kaya toast instead), Pardna and I skipped our own bible study and sneaked off to catch a movie. In truth it was a common consensus to forgo the our first Dig Deeper session and follow our sudden whim to watch a show; due to a combination of unforeseen factors like the remoteness that is Jurong Point, a sudden influx of horror/gore movies, and the fact that Sweeney Todd only previews next week, we ended up watching Le Grand Chef, which wasn't too bad after all. My sister will be so proud because its a Korean show. At least no one gets cancer in this one. Well all in all a tru-antly fun night!

FU

2008-01-17T00:00:00.000+08:00

Be part of my mini social revolution against Facebook. It's quite simple, really, you just don't join. This has to be the most passive revolution ever – in fact, let's call it an unrevolution. All hail the Facebook Unrevolution!

Laziness has never had a more noble cause.

我要再回去Liannan!

2008-01-15T17:17:00.000+08:00

With reference to the photo below, I really do miss those times and those guys. The feeling of waking up in the morning with your toes almost freezing off, trudging into damp cold streets off to do "the day's work" somehow all seemed better just doing it with them. (Yeeah Oh Yeah!)

Looking back, I think we all still can't quite believe the crazy amount of stuff we did there. Learning the Yao language; trying to learn the traditional dance; visiting old folks' homes; countless home visits; primary school interactions; meeting secondary school kids; having a mini-Sunday service; helping out at ATC's Open Day/Christmas party (hohoho!); 10 hour van rides; getting stopped by policemen along the way; being stranded on the highway for over an hour... Well, you get the point. And if I add that we did that all in Chinese, that pretty much makes it a miracle.

Like I've been telling anyone who will listen, this trip has really been great because I've been able to see people – be it the workers there, Christians, sponsored kids, their parents – and a little glimpse of what goes on in their lives. Wen Bao, Ah Lian, Moses, Peter, Karis, Brother Yang, they aren't just names and faces anymore, they're people who need our prayer! Actually, I can't quite explain it, you really have to go to know what I'm talking about.

40 pairs of ears heard the gospel, 10 hearts accepted. To Him be all glory and praise.

And if all that isn't enough to convince you that China is the place to be, go watch the really cool snake-killing video. Hahahaha.

Yeah Oh Yeahhh

2008-01-14T10:51:00.000+08:00

Happy Times indeed!

Zip

2008-01-12T22:57:00.000+08:00

I think I am officially annoyed with people blasting music from their mobiles on the bus/train. Especially Japanese rock-band tunes which sound like they come from the Daytona soundtrack. (Which they probably do.) Yes, I know your superior mp3-playing, Wi-Fi-enabled, 1000 mega-pix phone is openly sneering at my poor ol' Nokia 6610i – but come on, I'm sure it came with earphones too.

'08

2008-01-05T02:02:00.000+08:00

Hello, 2008 – I suppose I never really got down to acknowledging you, so, hi!

Now excuse me for a moment while I pay my respects to what we now know as "last year". With December being freshest in my mind, it's hard to look back on the rest of year and remember everything that's happened – in a very paltry nutshell: meeting someone(s) new, being amazed by God, and feeling for the people in Liannan. (I told you December was prevalent.)

Okay, sorry, I am not doing justice to so many people and so many things, but forgive me, its 2am and I have a short memory.

That being said, I hope I never forget just how many things I learnt to trust God with this year – from school projects to leading BAY camp groups, from The Walk to sharing the gospel in Chinese (miracle of miracles!), from staying alone in hall to my grades – and more importantly, how He was always faithful. So... Thanks, God!

Bah, I'm terrible at summaries, aren't I?

Well, guess it's back to you, 2008.

Alphonse

2008-01-05T01:50:00.000+08:00

Love Mucha (x100000).

Tonight.

2008-01-01T03:40:00.000+08:00

How I wish we could throw it all
And run away, say we'll live on pennies
In cheap hotels

How I know you're aching
Is how I read your eyes, the quickest glance
With forever inside

How do you make it seem
So easy to smile, well the worlds been
Waiting for you all this while

How I say nothing
But don't mean it at all, is so when this
Dream's over, you'll have learnt
How to fall

Muchaaa

2007-12-31T14:57:00.000+08:00

Hello everyone, Happy Last Day of 2007!
See you next year I'm getting really lazy at this blogging thing.

At Fosters

2007-11-30T19:06:00.000+08:00

T

2007-11-25T23:53:00.000+08:00

Can you feel a sense of loss for someone you almost know, but don't? I can't quite describe this feeling that's hovering between grief and depression – of feeling the loss of someone else's loss, but not quite knowing what it was. To Uncle and family (and the families of the 4 other boaters), I pray that the peace of God that surpasses all understanding will guard your hearts and minds. And as Serene said, who else knows better about a son's death then God himself.

Where oh where

2007-11-11T00:51:00.000+08:00

It is odd, but the inarguably daunting prospect of the week ahead – with 3 major assignments, 2 process books and 1 very dreaded Basic Media Writing exam in store – is somewhat overshadowed by the even more devastating possibility that my beloved tomyam stall may not exist any more. *Wails*

But on a happier note, I can officially cross off the earphones and Oyster Boy from my list. Whee!

20

2007-11-09T01:51:00.000+08:00

So, because every birthday at least deserves a post... 20. I tend to get the feeling that, somehow, everything should stop at midnight on the 9th of November, and everyone pause and give me a wave. But no, you know, the world keeps spinning, as always. So on this significantly insignificant day – even though nothing much else has changed besides the fact that I can no longer officially label myself a teenager – I really appreciate those who took the time and effort to pause and wave (or throw balloons in my face and sing out-of-tune Happy Birthdays three times over). That's it, now get on with it, world.

(Ba)bies

2007-11-05T01:18:00.001+08:00

L-R: Dana, Kayli, Kate Yi, Jennifer, Aiko, Jayna.

If you ever need 6 reasons to smile!

Paper Politicks

2007-10-13T00:36:00.000+08:00

If there was one newspaper publication in Singapore I'd gauge to be the least tainted – okay, influenced – by government bodies, it would have been The New Paper. For all it's trashiness (oh, come on, we all know it) and sell-out articles, I thought it could at least be relied on not to skew on any obvious political stance.

Well, apparently not.

Recently read an entire 2-page article on the (and I quote) "antics" of Dr. Chee Soon Juan and his party, calling his attempts to protest against the Myanmar crackdown a "farce". Personally, I have no intention of ever letting the SDP run the country, but trying to get the whole nation to mock the efforts of 4 people standing in the rain and trying to make a stand is just low, even for New Paper's standards.

Because you'd be hard-pressed to find anyone else in Singapore who'd be willing to stand up for something without the backing of a large group of people (we all know how Singaporeans love following crowds) or some form of authority. So regardless of what their stand may be, I really do admire their courage.

It's not easy to be different when everyone else is trying to fit in.

So, New Paper, just slip in a few more pages of sports news (or a full page photo of Cristiano Ronaldo, if you're starved for options) and lay off on the attempts at any kind of political agenda, please.

The Hindu Times

2007-10-10T23:01:00.001+08:00

For those of you who haven't already found out the hard way, the Hindu pantheon (and its subsequent forms of artistic representations) is an ambiguously convoluted subject. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't enjoy reading up the myths or learning the real name of the Elephant god – it's just that being tested on my understanding and ability to summarize this information into bite-sized chunks is quite another matter. So while I'm becoming quite the Shiva expert, I don't entirely relish the continuous streams of Hindu phrases that bombard my dreams every night. Bhikshantanamurti sheep are not particularly easy to count.

Oooh!

2007-10-10T22:42:00.000+08:00

Look what I found in the trash.

I decided to put it up because it just so happens to coincide exactly with my mental wishlist. How uncanny!

Dawn

2007-10-04T00:33:00.000+08:00

0830

Two
hours
too late,
my friend.

For the
chance
of
a life
time.

She
was
there
with her
raven
hair,

but
dawn
came
before this
rhyme.

Fairest of Them All

2007-09-29T23:08:00.001+08:00

Life is sometimes like how Fernando Torres is so hot (and of course an excellent striker) but he ended up in Liverpool – it's unfair but we move on, pick ourselves up, and support Spain instead.

In Memoriam, Mrs Serene Ng

2007-09-20T00:20:00.000+08:00

Our Cedar Girls' Sec 2 Math teacher Mrs Serene Ng passed away just a few days ago. It's sad because I remember her telling us gruesome stories as "treats" for handing in all our assignments on time; I remember her sitting me down sternly and telling me I had to hand in my homework (yes, I was a naughty kid); I remember her perpetually being pregnant. As it is, it is sadly ironic that she passed away in childbirth. I pray that her baby, who is being warded in ICU, will make it through, and that comfort will be with her family at this time. Goodbye, Mrs Ng.

SHRED THIS

2007-09-19T01:38:00.000+08:00

Just a few hours ago I got inexplicably annoyed by someone playing an out-of-tune guitar (along with a tuned one, which made it all the worse) persistently like nothing was wrong. Much akin to someone dragging their nails across the back of my skull (and I don't necessarily mean fingernails); my involuntary wincing did nothing to quell the noise. While I'm sure there are more complex layers of God-knows-what hidden beneath my enigmatic surface that would suffice to explain this, as of now – yes, the tuneless guitar playing has left me incredibly pissed off. (I am no audiophile.)

Like Joshua

2007-09-14T00:04:00.000+08:00

"Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go." Joshua 1:9

Yay! Thank you God and everyone else who got me through what turned out to be by far the craziest week of my term. Now that that's done with – Barbie* watch out, I'm coming!

*More on this later.

HK (Hella Krazy)

2007-09-07T16:00:00.000+08:00

Lei hou! I've decided to put my Hong Kong memories down digitally, lest such wonderful and joyous times ever be forgotten. Plus, you know, I felt like bombarding everyone with many pictures.

First stop, Macau.
Yes, we stepped into a casino; no, we didn't gamble – although we did try to buy some playing chips. For souveniors. Really.

Oh yes, meet the uncle who inspired Suspenders Day.

Right, Day 1 in sunny HK. We move into Dragon Hostel, which is to be our humble abode for the next few days. Not as dubiously triad-like as it sounds, rest assured – we didn't even have to use the parang they provided.

The discovery of HK continues, and of course you can't go by without the blatant 'I am a tourist and I am going to spread my arms wide in exuberation with the beautiful city of HK as the backdrop' shot.

Day 2. The Day of Discoveries: (L-R) Krispy Kreme, Krispy Kreme, Kel can eat 5 Krispy Kremes at one go, Krispy Kreme, H&M, huge cheap beer, our shortage of cash.

Next up: Iceskating with Germaine and Gershon! One of the best parts of the trip – reminds me to remember them.

Day 3. (Let's not put too much store by my chronological accounts here, it's likely to be Day 5 or 6.. or 7 already.)

Finally – Shenzhen, the land of darn good massages and Happy Valley Theme Park. It was a sunny public holiday, there were long queues and we got bored... Yes, that's a stranger on Kel's lap and Ben in a female costume dress.

And that's that – one brilliant holiday.

Earth-bound?

2007-09-02T20:22:00.000+08:00

Recently, Timo introduced me to a documentary called The Great Happiness Space, an excellent insight (albeit with a hint of M18 overtones) into the lives of Japanese "host boys", which I highly recommend if you happen to have 76min to spare.

In a nutshell, the show asks one simple question: What is happiness?

The answer, evidently, is not quite as readily given; in fact it is one that people have and will ask themselves time and again, because I suppose that what's down in the trusty Oxford Dict. doesn't quite cut it. Asking yourself, of course, is a good start – but do you really think you'll find something if you poke around inside long enough?

As the Master Scoundrel (his name is Dr. P, but let's just call him that anyway) from School Of Scoundrels said to his class: "How many of you have self-help books? Okay that's your first problem. You can't help yourself, because your self sucks!". Okay firstly it was damn hilarious, and secondly it is rather true. When your self decided money was the way to go; or when you resolved that shopping was definitely the road to joyful oblivion, was it right – or do you still want more?

I know I'm asking alot of questions that I don't seem to be able to answer, but actually, I do – and it all comes down to the question of purpose. What is your means, and to what end. So studying is my means to getting a job which is my means of earning money which is.. What?

I can only say I have an answer because for those who believe in Christ, it doesn't end there. Because however different the means may be, the end is always the same, and that is to glorify God. This, by far, isn't about me leading a perfect life – that would be lying through my teeth – it's just about sharing true happiness. And if you've by any chance been feeling the void and trying to fill it, why not take a chance – it might be a God-shaped hole after all.

And as 3 Doors Down says, "It's down to this, I've got to make this life make sense". You really do.

2007-08-24T00:39:00.000+08:00

"If you cannot learn to love real art at least learn to hate sham art." – William Morris

Feeding Frenzy

2007-08-11T22:21:00.000+08:00

In Kel's own words, getting a table is also part and parcel of the "food court experience". Too true. It takes considerable skill to spot a table whose occupants are just finishing up the dregs of their meal; to hover around like a vulture until they're done; to get your tissue packet on the table before anyone else does. Here's a blow-by-blow analysis on top-class Table-Scouting, for the timid and the inexperienced:

Step 1a: Zoom in on the kill. (Tip: Look out for fruit platters/desserts - always a sign of the end of a meal). Step 1b: If you have reinforcements, spread out to cover more ground. Step 2: Hover and maintain a close enough distance to let other Table-Scouters know you've got your territory marked, but not so close as to cause (too much) discomfort for the table's current occupants. Step 3: Let them know you're waiting. Occasional eye contact, tapping of the foot, gathering of reinforcements are suggested. (Note: For those who seem to derive a perverse pleasure out of making people wait, be direct and ask if you can clear their tables for them - 97% effective). Step 4: You've probably got the table by now, but if you haven't, go to a restaurant and wait to be seated, noob.

Whatsup next?

2007-08-06T12:25:00.000+08:00

A little pre-advertisement, if you will; trust me, you don't wanna miss this two-part program - games, tasks, quests, storyline and all. I won't leak the details, but seriously - you do wanna save Kel don't you? Kaching!

Funnel

2007-08-04T02:21:00.000+08:00

All the bottled up anger, gripes and feelings of dissent which would only cause harm if actually taken and blown up to full proportions in real life can only present themselves here, I suppose, because as you know - sticks and stones can break your bones but words can never hurt you.

So here I am, trying to master the art of channeling the screams in my head into a more tastefully-put paragraph; while the final effect may be somewhat marred by the excessive filtering, at least it's down somewhere, and I can leave it be.

Is it worth getting worked up over a bag of chips? A bag of chips that was promised to you in grateful appreciation of something nice you did for someone, and then finished the next moment by the exact same person, whose only form of remorse was a brash "Sorry lah!". And evidently, this is not about that bag of chips in itself. But as the spate of anger fades away, I am reminded again that forgiveness is key - and that Marks & Spencer will eventually stock more potato sticks again.

Sounds anti-climatic even as I type it, but please do take note to catch the subtle undercurrent and of course, most definitely read between the lines.

Supercede

2007-07-29T01:04:00.000+08:00

Perhaps its that the nail of the little toe on my left foot has finally removed itself from the precariously uncertain position of looseness that it's been occupying for the past few weeks (ie. it fell off), or the fact that I am going to watch The Simpsons movie some time soon - but everything somehow manages to seem fairly cheery despite the less-than-fair weather of late. Yay.

Rrrrring---

2007-07-20T23:43:00.000+08:00

Somewhere in Romania, a phone booth sounds, like a scene out of a 90's gangster-kidnap movie. Back here, I'm only aware of hitting the call-back function on my handphone, amused at the fact that phone booths aren't anonymous over in Europe. The only difference is I'm paying a bomb instead of threatening to set off one. Still, who can say they've dialed a phone booth in Romania?

Mania. She licks her cream-covered fingertips, savouring every last bit of the yellow-fleshed delicacy. People turn up their noses as they rake in the smell, but damn, she revels in it. This is the season to be jolly, you know. And as if this fruit wasn't miraculous enough, the husks themselves extraordinarily help rid her of the lingering scent - until next time.

Time! Snarls, grunts, pants - the bevy of noises in a single 3 minute round. We've seen everything from spell-binding to nerve-wrecking, from regret to relief; we've seen the fire in some eyes and we've felt it in ours. 5 on 5, a team effort, and much more to lose. Did we see the fire that day? I can't say for sure, but one thing's certain - next year we've got to burn again.

Gain, in other words. "But whatever gain I had, I counted as loss for the sake of Christ. Indeed, I count everything as loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord." Phil 3:8. Kind of turns things on their heads, doesn't it? Still, it's good to know that despite whatever else, surpassing worth is exactly what Patricia has now.

Now, we love.

Transform This!

2007-07-09T22:35:00.000+08:00

Okay, so if there's one lesson I learnt today, besides the fact that I should never underestimate the sub-zero climate that a movie theater is liable to provide, it's that I should listen to myself more. Because a few months back, while countless males around me were eagerly anticipating what promised to be the ultimate fulfillment of their childhood dreams, I was already scorning what my imagination envisaged Transformers to be - big robots and lots of dust clouds. As it were, after many many claims of its awesomeness, and finally convincing myself that perhaps it holds some unconceivable brilliance, I pushed skepticism aside and bought a ticket.

And call me a girl, but there you have it. Big robots and dust clouds.

Faux.

2007-07-09T01:16:00.000+08:00

Makeshift pleasures;
Survival is cheap
It's the joy of living
that's hard to upkeep

Dusty streets break
Off into dark alleys
"High" used to be our middle name
But now we've hit valleys

You mock the subtleties
like the world is your stage
But even your fire
Grows weary with age

It's not the details
that matter anymore;
It's just that everything
Was much simpler before

Zousan

2007-07-05T13:04:00.000+08:00

Yesssss, I'm back. But more later.

Backstreets

2007-06-24T23:07:00.000+08:00

Off to our back street-exploring shopping spree Macau-stopover beach-chilling sun-soaking theme park-sillying possibly triad-plagued HK adventure!

The rest of you, enjoy school. Tee hee hee.

Shoooooot

2007-06-22T01:15:00.000+08:00

Sometimes, when I'm caught unawares, evil Cheryl takes over. Today she went on a rampage on the MRT on the way to Bugis: a regular fashion victim bloodbath. Thick ankles, gaudy pink frilly tees, unflattering jeans, 3/4 length skirts and fake LV bags didn't stand a chance. Massacred. Thankfully this entire scene manifested itself only in her head, and I will try not to let her loose again. In the meantime, keep those heart-embroidered laced stockings to yourselves, everyone.

Faith enough.

2007-06-19T01:12:00.000+08:00

" The ice is thin enough for walking
The rope is worn enough to climb
My throat is dry enough for talking
The world is crumbling but I know why

It's just enough to be strong
In the broken places, in the broken places
It's just enough to be strong
Should the world rely on faith tonight. "

Tonight, my world is crumbling, but I think I finally know why.

Takeoff, love

2007-06-17T21:56:00.000+08:00

My heart is heavy as new-old thoughts churn through my mind; things I've tried to ignore to make right, problems I've tried to face by turning around. Well, hello guys, you've finally caught up.

Hole

2007-06-15T01:29:00.001+08:00

Today I decided to take a longer route back to my house from the swimming pool, and as I strolled directly underneath my windows, I was momentarily transported back to the times when I would yell, "Mummy! MUMMY!! 10 more minutes!" (unwittingly informing the entire condominium in the process) and then roller-blade off into happy childhood oblivion with my best friend, Felicia. I couldn't quite tell if I missed that kid or am glad that she's grown up (in a manner of speaking), but that ball of emotion inside left enough residue to last me through a rather hectic day and warrant a post, so there.

Krass

2007-06-12T23:34:00.000+08:00

I've been thinking, and it really does seem as though the world is sinking into greater and greater depths. The greatest indicator, of course, being the surge in the number of kids who spell "me" as "mwiie", and think that photos should solely consist of them, their wide eyes, and captions informing us that it's them. (Or, "mwiie", in this case.) That, along with the fact that terror is now not so much a noun as actual acts of killing and explosions.

Yes yes, I know I've torn the poor misguided darlings apart many times over, but I do admit that they are one of my greatest indulgences. Amidst the ghastly language (and let's not even go into the pictures) is my never-failing source of humour. Call me an evil witch, but euu make mwiie laff, euu do.

Okay but jokes aside, according to my calculations, there must be at least 42665 (average no. of Sec1-3 students/sch x no. of relatively Chinese-speaking schs) of these teenagers in Singapore, and I certainly do not relish the thought of them becoming the future pillars of Singapore's economy, or whatever the government wants to call them. As far as I can tell, the effects have already started to manifest themselves, because for example, there's a shop in Far East Plaza called Fra East - which is, among other things, completely ridiculous.

And apart from the occasional fashion disaster of a combination of Pink, punk, goth and Fra East (which I assume most will grow out of soon), the issue of most concern to me is therefore one which is impossible to grow out of, and that is the lack of a proper command of the English language. This may come across as being a tad condescending, but with good reason, because China can only deal with so many people, even in the long run.

So as contempt gives way to something that more or less resembles concern, I really hope something gives, before the pillars of society do.

Capitol Theatre

2007-05-30T00:34:00.000+08:00

One of my favorite places in the world - I fell in love with this old building the first time I saw it, and its been a good source of inspiration ever since. My classmates could probably tell you how many projects I've done based on this classic piece of architecture; drawings, photographs, paintings, systems. But now they've gone and repainted it, and everything that once spoke of an almost archaic world of still glamour is now lost beneath layers of Nippon paint.

Oh gawd, I just hope GV doesn't buy it over.

HAS-been

2007-05-26T22:25:00.000+08:00

Wow, I must say I'm extremely impressed with NTU Hall Admission's new system - what with their high cut off points that virtually render all local students ineligible (or, as they kindly put it, regrettably informed that they are unsuccessful in their applications), the maximum bulk of points being allocated to distance instead of participation (and here even so, people staying right at the other end of the country still apparently fall short of this extremely exclusive list); basically leaving room for foreigners, freshmen and people who so happen to be gifted enough to represent NTU in whatever.

If I'd known this would turn out to be some elitist Country Club membership scheme, you can be sure I wouldn't have wasted my time collecting pennies.

As it is, I certainly don't relish the fact that despite being quite considerably involved in hall activities for the past year, my roomless-ness now hangs on an obscure recommendation list floating about somewhere. Whether I do get it or not is not even the point.

Damn, I could go on forever but rest assured, SAO, you won't hear the end of this - as I said, extremely impressed.

Strrrretch.

2007-05-25T00:10:00.000+08:00

Swimming, cycling and a dollop of wild "freestyle" tennis - these past few days have been wrought with more exercise than I've had for the past 2 months or so; yet I find myself wearing thin from the numerous tasks I have to accomplish by this weekend, and sadly, not the workouts.

But maybe that's because I've just reacquainted myself with McDonalds' Seaweed Shaker fries, which really are damn yummy.

Multiply-exposed

2007-05-21T23:48:00.000+08:00

Below are a couple of the proud by-products of my new Smena, which some of you might have noticed me carrying around. Yes, it wasn't a toy. And yes, I did fumble a good number of shots. Still, you have to admit the good ones are, well, good.

The beauty of experimental photography is the virtually unconstrained little world where mistakes come as pleasant surprises, and the snap-snap of the camera isn't hampered by anything save for my occasionally clumsy fingers.

But I only just realised how effortless it is to lose friends; a message unsent, a phone left in the hook, a date not met - and before you know it, you get used to it. And it scares me, because some people I really cannot afford to lose.

Just snap-snap.

2007-05-19T03:16:00.001+08:00

So you sailed away, into a grey sky morning.
Now I'm here to stay - love can be so boring.

But it's not so bad.

Bella Luna

2007-05-11T01:31:00.000+08:00

So, I was watching National Geographic's Moon Mysteries Investigated this afternoon, hoping it'd be another one of those conspiracy-theory documentaries about how the whole world has been fooled by the Secret Service for centuries or something to that effect - but I was sadly let down. Do I really want to know that the moon is moving 4cm away from Earth every year and will one day spiral out into oblivion? No, I can't say I do.
Yali and I have come across some highly implausible and very questionable theories in our time - somehow, late afternoon TV (read: junk) always managed to catch us when we were in Sec3 - like how there are weird cryptozoologic beings called Rods flying around the earth which we can't see because they're flying too fast; like the only sinister explanations for crop circles being huge and deadly precise machines that have not yet been invented by man; and like how (as I was counting on Moon Mysteries Investigated to be) Man never really landed on the Moon and NASA was playing a huge joke on all of us in their blue-screen studios.
I like to think, after watching one of these shows, that I'm in on a secret that the rest of mankind is oblivious to (unless of course, they watch daytime television as well) - so assuming the fact that the moon's largest crater is 1100miles wide in diameter isn't the best of secrets, you really can't blame me for being disappointed. Hell, everyone loves a good conspiracy.

No, Jose Mourinho, I said good.

Burst your bubble.

2007-05-05T01:56:00.000+08:00

... And there goes the Treble.
Let's all tip our hats and shed those tears as we watch that sneaky little dream fly by again. Never mind lah, Man U, I'll settle for a double this season - just don't screw up please (x1000).

It's decidedly weird that most of what I write these days has to do with Manchester United and soccer in general. It's also decidedly a good thing because it means I have little else to complain about! Which is, after all, a rather good feeling, albeit leaving me slightly lacking in the post-content* department.

Well a quick update, nonetheless.
I've just finished a year in uni - NTU School of Arts, Design & Media - a year of drawing nude models, building odd sculptures and contraptions, getting burnt by glue guns and most grudgingly, adding a considerable amount to Art Friend's sales receipts. It's been fun and crazy and really crazy at times - but I'm really blessed all the same. And to Group 4, you're the best, no doubt about that - muffins don't lie!

Yah barring the sentimentality and whatnot, 3 months of pure reckless fun have begun and I'm not about to waste it away. Seize the day, I always say...

Right, back to more Family Guy, then.

* I do realise that "post-content" actually has quadruple meanings due to the fact that both "post" and "content" have double meanings, so I suppose for this purpose, the words "blog material" will suffice just as well

Hey, Jude

2007-04-25T12:10:00.000+08:00

"I've seen the world and its pseudo mannequins."

Wah, I don't know why but for recent weeks - months, even - nothing that remotely resembles a blog post or some knowledge or gripe that could constitute one is unraveling itself in my head. As such, I can only leave you with a set of photos from Bangkok to detract, and my rather monophonic whinge about still being unable to fully grasp the use of the semicolon. Cheers; mates. (Argh nononono, damn.)

Awesome, oh wow, like totally freak me out I mean right on.

2007-04-11T11:48:00.002+08:00

Wah, I mean if Man United isn't the new frickin' amazing - I don't what is.

Gracias

2007-04-07T22:30:00.000+08:00

I guess today I was reminded of much love I don't deserve; from death on the cross, to the little enjoyments in life. 2000 years ago on this day, Jesus came to life again - as did the wonder of sweetness to me this afternoon. Who am I, indeed.

Moo-acks.

2007-03-30T01:32:00.000+08:00

Insert the one-toothed smiley with cheeky eyes.

You blinked and missed.

2007-03-16T23:23:00.000+08:00

Sometimes my mind works in underdrive and I start to notice the seemingly inane details of everything I normally tend to gloss over. I bet you've never stopped to take in the odd tension in the atmosphere of a regular passport-photo taking queue, somewhat torn between anticipation and nervousness; the comical symphony of car windshield wipers as they command the falling rain in spontaneous tandem; the way King Leonidas' wit not only served to bond his 300 Spartans in war, but also a very non-violent group of Singaporeans in laughter. As I say, its not good enough to just stop and smell the roses - pluck them and make some rose syrup, damn!

Sweetpea.

2007-03-12T12:13:00.000+08:00

This is one of those days when you feel that alot is about to change. This is one of those days, when you take the time (because your teacher miraculously fell ill and your class is thereby cancelled for the day) to sit back and savour the nano-success which is last Saturday's Dinner and Dance. This is the day you recall the months of meetings and smile at the thought of the last one to come. This is the day I realise how much more those meetings have brought me, and unthinkably so. This is one of those days where the heat kills. This is one of those days where the heart thrills.

Just another of those days, you know?

Careful, she bites.

2007-03-02T00:18:00.000+08:00

It's weird how sometimes so many things can happen and you can feel so many things at once, but when it comes to putting it down, there's really nothing much you can say. So, apologies for being seemingly cryptic once again, but I have a feeling some curse-breaking is at hand. Accio big smile.

Besides that, I would give a considerable amount to get Paris Hilton's Stars Are Blind out of my head right now, thank you.

Two days in February

2007-02-24T03:21:00.000+08:00

I've been on a perpetual Goo Goo Dolls binge for the past week, consisting of one magnificently awesome (and I am not kidding at all) Live in Buffalo concert DVD and a whole playlist dedicated to them entirely, which has been on an unending loop for quite awhile. Of course the fact that Johnny Rzeznik is freaking hot is a nice little bonus. (But a bonus only, see?). So, just a warning, if you catch me humming odd snatchets of song under my breath, its just the side-effects of my little GGD debauchery.

On the other hand, even Johnny can't speed up time fast enough for me right now.

But sometimes they are real?

2007-02-21T05:49:00.000+08:00

It's been a long time since I've felt this way - it's strange and scary and superbly thrilling all at once, and I can't even articulate it well enough. But it's good for now.

Tired of faux-romances.

2007-02-14T14:32:00.000+08:00

I suppose I havent mentioned this before, but I have somewhat of a Valentines' Day curse - owing to the fact that I've never ever had a date on this particular god-forsaken day which someone sometime decided everyone should have a date on. Anyhow, this year feels slightly different (mainly because I'll be spending the rest of the day doing up my 3D project which is, annoyingly, due tomorrow), but also because the annually inevitable spikes of anti-romanticism have sorta taken a backseat this year. I won't pretend I don't cringe inwardly, still, at couples holding hands and giggling as they sweep past me, their heart-shaped balloons beating a rhythm against my face - but at least I give a decent it's-alright-I'm-fine-with-being-pounded-by-balloons smile. Of course, being stuck in the Sem Room past midnight yesterday wrapping huge heart-shaped candles and writing mushy love notes for people does wonders for quelling apathy. ..Kinda.

One-Click Fantasy.

2007-02-06T16:34:00.001+08:00

How did I not discover Widgets earlier? Hot damn!

Singapore Gaga

2007-02-01T02:05:00.000+08:00

I suppose it's time I typed something of past events here so that when I'm old and wrinkled, I won't be forgetting any of this. (That is, of course, assuming Blogger doesn't crash or decide to close down in the next 70 years.) I suppose also that starting from Mike's wedding would be a good landmark - yes, Mike and Cynthia officially tied the knot on 27th Jan, but I really typed that just so I could say I designed their wedding card. (Yeah thanks, I know it's gorgeous lol.) What can I say? Congrats (and so on)! Of course, not forgetting the most interesting part of the entire process - the stag party! (Yes, I was there, don't ask why.) What can I say now? Alot, really, but I shaln't - I'll just hold on to the incriminating evidence until such a time warrants its appearance. Heheh.

Scrolling forward a few days to last night, Happy Birthday sister! She had the surprise of her life last night because of my brilliant plan involving lots of Oscar-worthy acting, placing my house keys in dubious hands, people springing up from behind my furniture, and of course, a sexy pair of heels. Thanks everyone who came - in my sister's own words, "Tralala!".

Watched Singapore Gaga in the ADM library theatre with Sing Ying this afternoon, it was excellent and I loved it to bits. We spent close to half an hour trying to work the gadgets that would startup the CPU that would evoke the projector that would summon the sound system and so on - but I must say it was worth it, what with the big screen, soundproof walls, plush carpet and all.

Now I've just come back from the Singapore-Thailand match at Kallang, and, boy, was it eventful. If you don't already know, Singapore was given a last-minute penalty (and, apparently, an invalid one), and the whole Thai team walked off the pitch in protest. Srsly, I would've thought the land that came up with Muay Thai would have more sportsmanship than that. Anyway, you can picture the scenario - loads of jeers, boos, taunts and the lot - most of which are unfit for an audience of below 18. All in all, a historic event in ASEAN football history, wouldn't you agree?

I've had a rather fascinating week, you know.

Phlex.

2007-01-29T02:47:00.000+08:00

Wow, you are really rather amazing. (Okay stop stop STOP!)

Born Yesterday.

2007-01-24T00:26:00.000+08:00

Just quit okay, please?

Really, you should stop me now.

2007-01-22T03:57:00.000+08:00

Amidst the flurry of completely unrelated events that have spanned the past few weeks - tied together only by the fact that I experienced them - I feel strangely unlike myself. I've given out two Free Hugs to date, shouted a perky "Hi, Glenn Ong!" to Glenn Ong, gotten a bad girl haircut (read: not ah lian), searched Far East for something I lost before, witnessed with almost unnatural sadness the defeat of Manchester United against Arsenal, and most recently, allowed myself to indulge in something which will almost certainly lead to a great downfall in the near future.

Just you wait for it, Cheryl.

Bunchabeauties.

2007-01-21T01:11:00.000+08:00

1) Get skinny.
2) Get skinny jeans.

Popjustice!

2007-01-20T01:49:00.000+08:00

Check Madge out.

Mocktor.

2007-01-16T22:42:00.000+08:00

You know, I think its time I got to know some gay boyz. It's just one of those need-to-understand kind of things.

Champagne for my real friends.

2007-01-13T00:15:00.000+08:00

Party's over, finally. I was not so much tired out by walking around Clarke Quay in heels and a dress trying to sell polaroid shots and party tickets, as the endless begging and message-sending I've been doing for the past week, trying to get people to come down for it.

Time to dump the fake buddy-buddy aura. *Shudders*

Still, thank you very very much to those who did come down, or at least attempted to - it was very much appreciated! I realise it wasn't exactly the most happening party of the century, but at least the tequila was worth it right? (And save a shot for me next time, please.)

I suppose having Fergie's voice incessantly pounding into your ear isn't exactly the most ideal time to be pondering about the deeper questions of life - but the boom of the bassline is surprisingly adequate for such thoughts, especially if you're particularly sober from a meagre glass of whiskey coke. So there I was, swaying my tired aching feet to the music, smiling like I actually felt the groove - and not feeling the tiniest bit satisfied. Perhaps one of the only things that made it all better is standing right next to me in that photo above [; Aww!

Yeah so, back from a party in which I had more polaroid shots then tequila ones, I'd say the night passed by in a flash, if you know what I mean. Oh ha ha.

BAWL.

2007-01-07T17:36:00.000+08:00

Hmm, I wouldn't stoop to the point of begging, but I would greatly greatly appreciate it if you guys could come down and support it. Okay whatever - I'm begging.

Cherylitas.

2007-01-04T00:17:00.000+08:00

Today was another mixed-up kinda day.. Just the kind I like. It's akin to a very refreshing and sated Pina Colada - a blend of unlikely ingredients that produce a rather spankin' good taste. Some light rum, coconut cream & juicy crushed pineapples. Ooh, yum.

But now for my own delish dish.

Firstly a dash of VJC, lightly shaken because we don't want to crush them, do we? My sister's first day in junior college. Time to sprinkle on some cute guys, eh? Results not guaranteed for this one, but take a gamble anyway.

Next, a rather heady dose of Boggle booze - just to make your mind a little wild. After this, certain side effects may come into play - namely hallucinations of never-seen-before words drifting about aimlessly in your head, and of course the rather raucous jangle of the solid-white ice cubes. Just bear with it, we swear it goes well with the drink!

To cool off the heavy effects of this one, we suggest a slight tint of Good Live Funky Blues (compliments of our whiny bartender Ariel), blended subtly with a good selection of powdered Cheap DVD (we recommend MJ's awesome $8/disc deal!). Note, choosing the right ingredients to pander to your specific taste may take a rather ~~damn~~ long time, but we promise it's worth it!

So you're probably feeling a little drowsy, but it's alright - take it all in. It's probably the Heart Of Worship Files mixture acting up; something we daringly stole from the famous Matt Redman. Kinda makes you want to get up and do a little dance, doesn't it.

Excellent.

Time to spice things up with a few rounds of BAY shots. On offer now are our renowned delights - Gab-on-the-Beach, Bloody Kel, SanJoel's & Aaron Walkers. If these shots aren't quite enough for you, there's always Time Crisis - but we warn you, it's quite a killer.

And, if you happen to happen to have the time, take a swig or two of our Free Hug liqueur the day before and let the taste really sink in! Trust us, the warm tingly feeling inside lingers for quite awhile.

Now, add a spoonful or two of Cream of Cheryl, and we're all set!

Drinkup, friends.
*Clink*

2007,

2007-01-02T23:29:00.000+08:00

New year, new haircut.
Emopunk is in!

Evermore shall be.

2006-12-26T00:23:00.000+08:00

Sometimes I think the anticipation of Christmas greatly exceeds the experience of the actual event. The concept of Christmas, in this case, would solely be confined to presents, cards, snowflakes, carolling and the lot. Somehow the idyllic scenes of euphoria created in the depths of my mind never quite seem to play out likewise. However, thanks to everyone who managed to take a little bit of that and make it real to me this year.

I know, gifts and wishes aren't what Christmas is about at all - as we've been singing for the past couple of nights - Christmas is about His glory, Christmas is about his grace. Still, it seems almost mandatory that every year as people rush around dishing out presents and cards; screaming for photos to be taken; exchanging occasionally awkward hugs; we all wallow in the dregs of loneliness, if only for a second or two. I felt strangely alone at 1am this Christmas morning, as the cheery world flashed by for an instant.

And then, of course, I put on my best Christmas smile, and once again joined the ranks of the scurrying present-givers. Hey! For you! Merry Christmas! Big grin.

But I'm glad I feel this way, because if the friends and presents alone were to satisfy me into happiness, then I wouldn't at all appreciate the peace and joy that only Christ can bring. I smile because it's Jesus' birthday! Christmas is indeed about His glory.

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On not-so-side note, the musical is over and already I'm reminicising. I've enjoyed every minute of it, from the role-playing, odd stretches, funky costumes, drag queen make up, song recording, and most of all, spreading the good news in such a terribly fun way. Thanks one and all who made this possible, and also to those who faithfully came down to support us even in the downpour. One, two, three - bow!

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Going to Bangkok tomorrow! Be back on the 31st. See y'all.

Roadkill, baby.

2006-12-22T01:25:00.000+08:00

I thought I miraculously hit rewind; imagined somehow it started over. But maybe some things really never change, because I really don't know how to read you. Why are you back again? I don't think it's fair you get to kill me twice, you know.

... And it's still raining.

2006-12-19T00:31:00.000+08:00

I was sure by now, God you would've reached down,
Wiped our tears away; stepped in and saved the day.
But once again, I say amen, and it's still raining.
And as the thunder rolls, I barely hear
You whisper through the rain, "I'm with you".
And as your mercy falls, I raise my hands and
Praise the God who gives and takes away.

And I will praise you in this storm.

- Casting Crowns

Today as the rain poured despite the prayers, and the show went on despite the rain, I found myself strangely believing more and more that everything is in His hands - I cannot pretend to understand why a downpour would suffice, or reason against the logic of fine weather; but I felt certain all the same.

This week is going to be a mad rush of performances - 19th, Tuesday, 10pm at Plaza Singapura; 20th, Wednesday, 10pm at CK Tangs; 21st, Thursday, 9.30pm at Orchard Walkway (Takashimaya) - just in case anyone wanted to know. If you're free, please come and don't throw eggs!

Field and fountain, moor and mountain, following yonder star!

Poppy powder.

2006-12-14T14:12:00.000+08:00

Die lah, someone called 'niceguy' just called me a - what was that? - oh yes, superficial bitch. Either he is not really as nice as he professes or I am a terrible person. Woah woah.

Vrooooom!

2006-12-13T01:53:00.000+08:00

Okay dearies, say it with me now -
"DRAI-VEENG-LYE-SERNS!"

It's welling up a storm.

2006-12-07T01:20:00.001+08:00

She said, "I've gotta be honest

You're wasting your time if you're fishing round here."

And I said, "You must be mistaken

Cause I'm not fooling, this feeling is real"

She said, "You gotta be crazy

What do you take me for, some kind of easy mark?"

This is easy, as lovers go.

Vallium.

2006-12-04T00:11:00.000+08:00

Okkk, I can't figure out if my current state of mild depression is due to the fact that a) I just wasted a whole $9 on Open Season, which, for all it's hype, only made me LOL 2 times; b) I fell into an obscure puddle of fishy-smelling soup shortly after the show; c) my feet are itching like crazy from the dozens of mosquito bites all over them; d) I am having my first driving lesson tomorrow after more than a month; or e) the number of things I have to accomplish by this hols essentially renders the latter non-existent.

Did I say mild? I meant wild.

Would you be so kind as to catch me when I fall for you?

2006-12-03T16:22:00.000+08:00

Alriggght I honestly cannot for the life of me think of anything substantial to post these days. So I'll just leave you with one question: Do you have a routine way of drying yourself after every bath, or is it just me?

You are the first one of your kind.

2006-11-27T00:15:00.000+08:00

I bet you'll look excellent at prom. Damn.
Yes, that is all I can come up with after a whole week.

Into something beautiful.

2006-11-21T01:38:00.001+08:00

Guess I let myself believe
The outside might just bleed it's way in.

Coffee bean naughty, Tea leave him.

2006-11-13T12:36:00.000+08:00

Honestly, a mere hour of sleep a night can do wonders for your perspective on life. For example, I now view the two doorknobs on my room door as being akin to conjoined twins who, through an unfortunate, er, turn of events, will never ever get to meet face to face. How's that for tragicomedy?

I'm a miracle, baby!

2006-11-10T00:57:00.000+08:00

I don't think it's a coincidence that, nearing my 19th birthday, I actually find out the incredible details of my miraculous birth. As it is - I am, quite literally, a miracle baby.

It's almost unbelievable but at the the same time terribly comforting, to know that I am here because while surgeons were cleaning and washing out my Mummy's womb, I wasn't drained away like the incy-wincy spider all because at that very moment, I was actually a tiny egg travelling down the fallopian tube. A few days earlier and I'd be non-existent. It's also amazing that while the doctor mistakenly prescribed a drug that shouldn't have been taken by my Mummy (and, apparently, one which affects the child such that numerous gender issues are known to arise), I am fine - not perfectly, but I'm good - and I am, thankfully and clearly, a girl. (Get that smart comeback out of your head right now.)

^{13 For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. 14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
Psalm 139:13-14}
So.. You can see why, amidst thanking all the people who have blessed me today with their well-wishes, gifts, and jolly company - I'd like to thank God, most of all, for my birth and my birthday.

4 million miles away from smiles.

2006-11-07T14:20:00.000+08:00

She didn't wait for the red man to change
And now her head feels a little strange,
"I should've waited just awhile for the green,
And saved myself from a ruptured spleen."

He answered the phone, with the funky ringtone
And savoured the polyphonic for a mite.
When the screech and the bump and the great big thump
Came, he swallowed his air bag in fright.

The man on street was waiting to meet
His lady for a cuppa tea
When he saw the calamity, with visions of prosperity,
He left and went to buy 4D.

Wanderlust, baby eat my dust.

2006-10-26T21:06:00.000+08:00

If you like to eat Twisties/sit on crazy roller-coaster rides/Hugh Jackman/paying a range of $6 - $9.50 for 2.5h of entertainment/a good reason to bring your date to the movies, go grab some tickets for The Prestige. I liked it.

Just the other day, while sitting on Shuttle Bus C on the way to class, I was enjoying the scenery of trees and Halls of Residences (albeit being 15min late, which is usual) - when I witnessed a slighty-worse-than-minor accident between two taxis. That then led me to think about the time when I saw a similar accident outside Thomson Plaza with the canoeists - and of course, them being them, they started making alot of noise and putting their hands to their heads in mock horror, going down to touch the indicated vehicles for good luck, shouting out the car numbers and about buying 4D, as if the 2 drivers weren't pissed enough - but hell, I suddenly missed them!

They are a pretty crazy bunch.

Anyway, other than that, my week has been boring. Everyone hates me and my teardrop tattoo is fading away already. I'm sorry I can't be perfect. I'm addict-, I'm addicted to you. Welcome to my (sucky) life.

I've also realised I get a secret thrill out of seeing bus drivers wave to each other as their paths cross on the road. That is until I figured out the possible cause of many an accident.

It's been a long time coming.

2006-10-22T01:19:00.000+08:00

After 2h++ of hard, tedious work, I've finally compiled and loaded all the photos I need to (ie. some people have been bugging me for). Okayyy, maybe not all, because some are in my Macbook - but a substantial amount. This whole organisation thing is wearing me out - but anyway.

Top, L-R: Sentosa with T19; Air Force Museum, Sunday Sch Youth Day outing; Ministry of Sound bash with Hall 14.
Bottom: ADM Freshman Orientation Camp; Singapore Idol '06; Cafe Iguana with Candice.

Take whichever pictures you want, and hurry, because Flickr is being a bitch and I am running out of bandwidth. Chow!

I almost wrote a song about you today.

2006-10-19T21:56:00.000+08:00

Just a point to note - Candice, when high on alcohol, turns splotchy and red-eyed; sings loudly and laughs at almost anything; tells me I have sparkly eyes; drinks huge amounts of water; and rolls down slopes in MRT stations*. Haha you're very amusing, Brit.

*I have proof - $5 per view, dudes.

Tell me a tale that doesn't end with the end.

2006-10-11T04:42:00.000+08:00

I am awake at 4.37am. With no conceivable reason as to why. Except maybe the fact that I just watched Spongebob Squarepants: The Movie with my room-mate, and didn't have enough braincells leftover to register sleep. In any case, here I am. My eye twitches with lethargy.

It also twitches in anticipation of how this gorgeous creature is going to turn out in 10 years' time. I don't know what else to say except that if Scientology can voodoo up such fantabulous little babies - well, sign me up, Tom.

A thoroughly non-political and unresentful ramble.

2006-10-07T00:29:00.001+08:00

Once upon a time, there were two little girls who happened to be neighbours. (And in between their houses was a quaint little shop which sold water for exorbitant prices and mats.) The little girls' names were Donnie Seah and Sheena Poh. Well Donnie had a huge albeit rather run-down estate, with a backyard full of trees and shrubbery that stretched many yards; while Sheena's little red house with her well-kept garden was a mere dot in comparison. Now here was the problem - every year, for no conceivable reason (as far as Sheena Poh was concerned), Donnie Seah would set fire to her yard of trees, burning them to the ground - and, inevitably, introducing insane amounts of smoke into the air. The friendly North wind (or whichever, its not really the point) would then huff and puff and blow - no, not Donnie's house down - the smoke over the little mat shop and into Sheena's lovely garden ~~city~~. Sheena's Daddy told her it was called 'haze', (probably some fusion of 'heat' and 'maze', she thought). Well the haze made Sheena Poh's eyes hurt and she could feel her lungs disintegrating. Daddy even made her wear an ugly mask. So she decided to write a note:

"Dear Donnie Seah, please stop burning your trees because it's making my throat hurt. Thank you. Signed, Sheena Poh."

Dance dance listen listen listen!

2006-10-04T16:31:00.000+08:00

Just 'cause I know everyone is dying to know every sordid/mundane/irrelevant detail of my life.
Bold for the ones that are true, and italics for those I wish were true.

I miss somebody right now.
I don't watch tv these days.
I own a lot of books.
I wear glasses or contact lenses.
I love to play video games.
I've tried marijuana.
I have been in a threesome.
I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.
I believe honesty is usually the best policy.
I have changed mentally a lot over the past year.
I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.
I'm TOTALLY smart.
I've broken someone's bones.
I'm paranoid sometimes.
I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost and scar-free.
I need money right now.
I love sushi.
I talk really, really fast.
I have long hair.
I have lost money in Las Vegas.
I have at least one sibling.
I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.
I couldn't survive without caller id.
I like the way i look.
I am usually pessimistic.
I have a lot of mood swings.
I have a hidden talent.
I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar i have.
I am currently single!
I have pecked someone of the same sex.
I enjoy talking on the phone.
I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.
I love to shop.
I enjoy window shopping.
I would rather shop than eat.
I don't hate anyone.
I'm a pretty good dancer.
I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.
I have a cell phone.
I believe in God.
I watch mtv on a daily basis.
I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.
I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.
I want to have children in the future.
I've changed a diaper before.
I've called the cops on a friend before.
I'm not allergic to anything.
I have a lot to learn.
I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.
I am shy around the opposite sex.
I have tried alcohol before.
I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.
I own the "South Park" movie.
I would die for my best friends.
I think Pizza Hut has the best pizza.
I have used my sexuality to advance my career.
I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.
Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.
I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.
I have dated a close friend's ex.
I am happy at this moment!
Democrat.
I am punk rockish.
I am preppy.
I study for tests most of the time.
I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone else i've ever met.
I can work on a car.
I love my job.
I am comfortable with who I am right now.
I have more than just my ears pierced.
I walk barefoot whenever i can.
I have jumped off a bridge.
I love sea turtles.
I spend ridiculous money on makeup.
I plan on achieving a major goal/dream.
I'm proficient in a musical instrument.
I have worked at McDonald's restaurant.
I hate office jobs.
I love sci-fi movies.
I think water rocks.
I went college out of state.
I love kisses.
I like sausages.
I fall for the worst people.
I adore bright colours.
I can't live without black eyeliner.
I don't know why the hell I just did this stupid thing.
I usually like covers better than originals.
I can pick things up with my toes.
I can't whistle.
I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snake's slither.
I have ridden/owned a horse.
I still have every journal i've ever written in.
I can't stick to a diet.
I talk in my sleep.
I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.
Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.
I have jazz in my blood.
I wear a toe ring.
I have a tattoo.
I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with.
I am a caffeine junkie.
I cosplay or know what cosplaying is.
I have been to over 15 conventions.
I will collect anything, the more nonsensical, the better.
I'm an artist.
I only clean my room when necessary.
I like a person of the same sex.
I love being happy.
I am an adrenaline junkie.

Under your skin is sin.

2006-09-30T12:07:00.000+08:00

Been, uh, rather tied up this week.

Tranquil.

2006-09-23T04:24:00.001+08:00

It's still you; Always been.

Murphy's flaw.

2006-09-21T01:23:00.000+08:00

Can't quite figure out which is more disturbing - losing my visual virginity to an annoyingly fidgety (and not cute!) male model during drawing class, or witnessing two promiscuous lizards getting it on on the wall outside my room door.

I shudder to think of the baby lizards that follow.

I can;t save the world.

2006-09-18T01:24:00.000+08:00

It's not so hard to imagine, sitting alone in my room with my tousled bangs and newly acquired emo-red specs, that I am possibly the loneliest person in the world right now. It's not so hard to imagine, because even though I am purportedly connected to the world though the usual MSN and whatnot, no one has said a single "hello" since I've declared myself online.

And then, it's not hard to imagine why I constantly stray towards being Busy or Away, when I am actually not. Perhaps its not so much of avoiding conversation as avoiding the lack of it. Does everyone sink into similar states of depression? Do your eyes scroll over your crowded contact list, waiting for that annoying little sound and a pop-up, telling you you've received a message? Maybe if I just said hi I could make your day.

I know you'd make mine.

It is comforting to catch up with old friends - as I have been doing this past week - but at the same time, there are fleeting moments when you realise how much their lives have gone on just like yours has. You wonder if they've missed you as much as you've missed them. You wonder if there will be more inside jokes which leave you with a slight grin on your face in mock comprehension. It's not so hard to imagine, is it?

As it is, I am rather tired of meeting new people.
It comes when you try too hard to show people who you are - when you really shouldn't have to. My name is Cheryl and I am not the arty-farty person you think I am, I miss my math problems; I am not so quiet, you have just never heard me loud; I am not all sunshine and smiles, I think more than you think. I am not at all cute. And I am amazed you even know I have a blog.*

Because as I lay comfortably in the backseat of Joel's car this afternoon, having a smart-casual conversation about I-can't-remember-what, I distinctly remembered what it felt to be me.

*Cue Boston lyrics.

Roses are red, violets aren't blue.

2006-09-10T23:55:00.000+08:00

Today I so happy 'cause Giddy call me his girlfwen. Tee hee heex.

Frescoes.

2006-09-09T03:37:00.000+08:00

School-boy cut.

Could you iron out my ironies?

2006-09-06T00:43:00.000+08:00

Today in class, I found myself surreptitiously sniggering at what seemed to me the most amusing fact - that the male model that I was, well, drawing, was called Drew. Following which I had lunch at a canteen named 'The Bus-stop', after dropping off at the bus-stop outside it which was labelled 'Canteen 2'. And then Yahoo! News screamed at me - perhaps the greatest irony of all - about Steve Irwin being killed while filming 'Ocean's Deadliest'.

I always thought he was invincible (albeit a tad disastrous in his unmistakable khakis). This is just a tribute, Mr Crocodile Hunter.

Rooster ruckus.

2006-08-30T01:58:00.000+08:00

I think I will on decide the guy I marry by the contents of his iTunes playlist - presumably he will have one - because if there's one thing you can trust, it's good music. And if you happen to have anything in your list that goes by the lyrics 'Numa Numa' (or somewhat to that effect), you can just forget it. Seriously.

Pop-tarts are sweeter than you.

2006-08-26T01:46:00.000+08:00

I suppose life is beginning to look up.

Classes are generally an enjoyment (and just wait 'til the male models come!); hall life is filled with nights of mahjong and suppers; my Macbook is here; my Maestro guitar is on the way.. ... Brilliant. Throw in a hot boyfriend and my satisfaction quota for the next year or so would have been maxed out. Or should have.

Oddly enough, these few weeks have cruised by without so much as a skip in my heartbeat. Except perhaps the time when I overloaded on oil-laden pork slices at Marina Bay. It's not the excitement that kills, but the languid moments in between where I try to catch my breath and realise I can't breathe at all. It's when I throw open my room door in an attempt to connect myself somehow with everything going on around me (along with dismal attempts to capture a non-existent breeze), all the time knowing I'm still shut inside.

What I am trying to say, for those who have been thrown off your tracks by my runaway train of thought, is that something needs to change - that something of which, in all probability, would be my own mindset. Or maybe the speed of my virtually-defunct ceiling fan.

Being in uni is like having your whole life condensed into one environment. What used to be a very neatly compartmentalised list of friends from Cedar, CJ, Judo, Bay, etc. are now thrust together and blurred amist long-forgotten ones like PLMGPS, and newly-unfamiliar ones like ADM, Hall 14 and so on. And I am finding it exceedingly difficult to juggle and maintain this new web of relationships I've acquired, without damaging or neglecting the old.

MSN groups just got a hell lot more complicated.

... And what's funny is that people actually think I'm quiet. (I heard that snigger.) But what's funnier is that, yknow what, I am. Am terribly bad at warming up to new people, that is. Oh well, God help them when I do.

In the meantime, let me quote Gwen Stefani (or, G.Stef, for those in the know) in saying: This shit is bananas.

"Eh Shauuuuun!"

2006-08-19T02:06:00.000+08:00

Where is the moment
That you needed the most?

There's a monster under my bed.

2006-08-16T20:44:00.000+08:00

The film Koyaanisqatsi by Francis Ford Coppola has officially been added to my LOTILIDU - List Of Things In Life I Don't Understand - along with stuff like Tom Cruise's fake daughter, why people walk right to the end to use a toilet cubicle when the first one is empty, Days of our Lives, the proper way of using chopsticks, and of course, boys and their fascination with DOTA.

But don't even try to explain.

The demise of Singaporeman.

2006-08-09T15:51:00.000+08:00

"He chiong for Hello Kitty then sway sway on the way step on durian shell, then gahmen fine him 'cause the tissue paper he use to chop seats at kopitiam fall out of his pocket when he hop hop in pain 'cause kena poke by durian, and that is consider litter ma."