Friday, January 28, 2005
recently, i dreamt of kl. he and i were in some competition. we had to deal with some weird species of tortoises whose shells can turn from the texture that of human skin to scales just by varying the intensity of sunlight on it. my goodness. anyway, we won this stupid competition and we hugged. how nice. that's only possible in dreamland.
i enjoy driving classes with stanley, my idiotic instructor. he's damn hilarious. today's thoroughly funny class started with me flipping through a booklet which all instructors must sign in when using the car. i was astonished by a beautiful name, because the rest were some awful chinese names, called rafael. stanley replied, 'that's your dear eurasian instructor. *playfully* ra-fellll...' afterwards, he threatened to tell rafael about me wanting to book him as an instructor. however, i, being the nice person, gave him tips on how to treat his wife well during valentine's day. i told him to bake cookies. so he commented, 'you are so free to bake cookies right? ra-fell, want cookies?' when i as-a-matter-of-factly told him i don't like guys too much older than me, he told me that rafael is only in his 20s and is only a few years older that the 25-year-old him. i burst into laughter as i couldn't believe every word he said. both of them really don't look that young. luckily for me, it was red light. i stopped my car and laughed for so long until the traffic light turned green.
happy birthday my dear sister mornique. it is her birthday today. i wish that she will enjoy this first college year to the fullest and she may get the best results for her O Levels. i love her!
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hush pretty pink lady ;
at 11:33 pm
Saturday, January 22, 2005
|î§ħůη * 'cher! 'cher! says:
i feel singapore is so american. i mean, look at college! it's like a page torn out of an american teenage drama serial script.
[resplendent michaela] ichliebecristiano says:
our colleges are like american colleges?? why so? haha. that's so weird. we are suppose to model after the british right? hahaha.
|î§ħůη * 'cher! 'cher! says:
what nonsense. american culture. people dress american. if you dressed british, it'd be like zara or topshop, not tropicana life and roxy!
[resplendent michaela] ichliebecristiano says:
roxy? that's australian. and why are our college lives like that of americans?
|î§ħůη * 'cher! 'cher! says:
okay. but you know what i mean.
|î§ħůη * 'cher! 'cher! says:
hmm...let me see. the jocks rule the school and different ccas have their own designated tables.
|î§ħůη * 'cher! 'cher! says:
i mean, on farewell assembly, my bunch of scholars accidentally sat at the sailors' table. gawd...you should see how they glared at us! social status is so important in college.
|î§ħůη * 'cher! 'cher! says:
plus what shoes you're wearing (nike and adidas???), what bag you're using, blah blah. i bet if we didn't have uniforms, and if we had lockers (hey, we DO have lockers) it'd be totally american. haha.
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hush pretty pink lady ;
at 11:21 am
Friday, January 21, 2005
finally, the first full-fledge gathering of the year for the tour group teens. although some people (actually, particularly, someone) were greatly missed. the rest who gathered thoroughly enjoyed the night, bbq-ing away. as it was also a celebration for my dear sister's birthday, a cake was introduced to mornique towards the end. darn, we should have taken more pictures. but never mind that, the batteries in the camera were drained afterwards when narcissistic threesome (my two sisters and i) clicked the night away in our bedroom, using different colour tones. that's what you do when you feel too fat to sleep. you keep yourself occupied to avoid the dreamland king. the next time, we are going to go house-hopping to do lunar new year visiting. and, it's official: we are getting ourselves a chalet and the next party will be hosted by my family.
the boys are out from camp tekong. it seemed like they enjoyed carrying huge burdens of cleaning toilets and so-called protecting the country on their shoulders. oh, anyway they should have broader shoulders by now to hold all those weight. carrying rifles must be a highlight. head to air force, boys! that's where the dashing, smart hunks are.
i have this sudden envision of myself, typing my nights away because of piles of assignments and suffering from extreme chill due to the temperate weather in england. at the same time, i couldn't resist but chat with my friends who are miles away on the msn. in the day, i would be either in class or strolling in the streets of england. i like the medieval buildings in europe. they are astonishingly captivating, with their aura of charm. i'll miss everyone. and it's roughly another eight months to go before envision turns into reality.
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hush pretty pink lady ;
at 11:59 pm
Thursday, January 20, 2005
switzerland, netherlands and deutschland,
all make up part of europe - a continental land.
they are all part of this plan,
to provide help to thailand.
asia was hit by a disaster, oh damn!
this horror rose the sand.
the victims want anything on their frying pans,
and any aid from any man.
now i rest my faith in God's lamb,
who will help those in the "lion's den".
my sorrows i write and send,
praying for blessings. Amen.
hawk company platoon one. co-toilet in-charge. reporting back on saturday evening. thanks daniel! (:
according to iskandar, hawk company is a welfare company filled with smart and rich boys. they get better treatment. i guess the government is protecting singapore's future leaders. the brains - our only resource! plus, rear-admiral teo chee hean's son is in hawk.
the more you sweat in peace, the less you bleed in war. army chant. very true. motivating as well.
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hush pretty pink lady ;
at 1:06 pm
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
i am labelling myself an official road hazard. but of course, i don't suck at driving that badly. i'm one only when someone interesting or, ah...i should say, dashing is somewhere near my driving route. i am bound to lose concentration. yesterday, i found out that there's a eurasian instrctor in my driving school. he is not exactly good looking. neither is he as suave as a pilot. oh, i adore pilots because i think they look dashing in their smart uniforms. maybe because he looks different from the others (who are normally some middle-aged uncles), he caught my attention. luckily for fellow learners, he brought his student out of the circuit, making me able to focus. but today, he was in charge of a newcomer. hence, he was in the circuit the whole lesson. i struck the curb many times. only when i went out to the main roads did i perform better. everytime i passed his car, i was cursing that damn lucky girl in my heart. darn, filled with jealousy and due to some not-very-young instructor. i'm really in need of a shrink. anyway, kl is out! absolutely joyous happening! (: i'm blogging so often now. how weird.
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hush pretty pink lady ;
at 7:17 pm
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
i love edwin,
a little boy filled with wit.
his words are like those in the bin,
and his antics throw you into a laughing fit.
a petition he recently created,
for he was appalled by someone's action.
as mrs lee firmly objected,
joash suffered huge dejection.
edwin started a campaign,
to get joash to the party.
its success calls for bottles of champagne,
and appetites that are hearty.
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hush pretty pink lady ;
at 11:16 am
Monday, January 17, 2005
as the tentative date for the release of my A Level results draws near, jitters are returning to haunt me. before i went to sleep last night, horrors of me screwing up my gp paper thundered in my mind. i couldn't even remember the damn question i answered for paper 1. needless to say, the whole passage in paper 2 is cleanly forgotten.
some hc student awaiting her A Level results, by the name of emilyn ng, wrote an account of her maiden clubbing experience. she felt that her eardrums almost burst, her lungs intoxicated by smoke from cigarettes, and her mind swimming when she saw a condom vending machine in the ladies. how exaggerating! she must have gone to some cheapo club along mohd sultant. try zouk, girl!
singapore won indonesia in the tiger cup finals. enough said. arsenal lost to bolton 0-1. poor fabregas. manchester united are in the running for the league title. i'm highly doubtful of chelsea not emerging as the champs.
i've decided not to get a job. that calls for a champagne celebration. working is just too boring and it affects my acclaimed 'tai-tai' lifestyle.
i love ryan cabrera, ryan key (lead vocalist of yellowcard), cristiano ronaldo (who recently appeared in a suzuki car advertisement), jesse mccartney and jeremy sumpter (although i am a tad too old for these two).
excitedly, i am looking forward to the bbq at dennis' house this coming friday. i'll be celebrating hari raya with my tour friends. oh, i miss them so much.
joyfully, kl is coming out of camp tekong come wednesday. at least, that's what i heard from someone who booked in the same day as kl did.
that's like totally plebeian. that's (like, totally) plebeian. spot the difference?
once again, i dreamt of the blonde, tall eurasian. (: kiwi rocks.
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hush pretty pink lady ;
at 10:53 am
Thursday, January 13, 2005
humans are so insatiable. they are never happy with what they have. here i am bumming around, having nothing to do, and i yearn for a job or something to while my time away. my friends who have jobs would love my seemingly enriching life in exchange for their boring work life. just like i wish to be in pulau tekong to torture/pity those recruits who are barely surviving their basic military training (bmt), my instructor friend would die to be in my situation, my world - mainland singapore. others would desire to start driving lessons but are unable to do so maybe because of financial difficulties or lack of time, but i hate driving lessons because i simply cannot operate this complicated machine. during my previous lesson, my damn instructor couldn't speak comprehensible english and i was just freaking nervous. my car almost flew. enough of that, i'm off for my next lesson. i pray that i won't get involve in any car accident this time. bless me. (: on a brighter note, i dreamt of that tall, blonde eurasian last night, again. delirious.
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hush pretty pink lady ;
at 2:07 pm
Monday, January 10, 2005
dreams...do they come true? some superstitions agree. others, otherwise. for me, i'm neutral. i've never thought much about dreams. but last night, i've yet another weird dream. this dream revolves around the same theme as the previous one (the one which i had a good looking, tall, eurasian boyfriend). this time, this guy (a person i got to know recently) harbours a crush on me. duh, egoistic eh? that's what i think of my inner self, sometimes. but i can't control my dreams! anyway, this guy, whom i do not think highly of in real life, told his parents to give me a ticket to visit him at pulau tekong where he is serving his national service. there were some other happenings too mushy and, maybe even, gross (come to think of it) to pen them down. why am i having such dreams recently? whatever it is, i think having someone to shower his or her love on you is truly a luxurious thing. (:
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hush pretty pink lady ;
at 11:47 am
Saturday, January 08, 2005
it's been two days and i'm missing you already.
never really thought you could mean...
so much in such a little time. (pug jelly's 'come home soon')
i don't want another pretty face.
i don't want just anyone to hold.
i don't want my love to go to waste.
i want you and your beautiful soul. (jesse mccartney's 'beautiful soul')
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hush pretty pink lady ;
at 10:51 pm
Thursday, January 06, 2005
this is the first week of the year 2005. the first week of january. in the course of this first week, i had my first ever german class. it was my first time on the wheel - steering wheel, that is. it was the first time i searched the papers for jobs. it was the first time i feel that the army is so cruel to me, especially today, at 9.45am.
...so just come back and i'll tell you how i feel.
never really thought that you could steal...
my heart. i miss you! come home soon! (from pug jelly's 'come home soon')
there was this most magnificent tree in history. it was recorded to be the most majestic one and produced the best, most juicy and sweet apples around. i travelled there to take a look at this lovely tree, and true to its word, i was stunned and i soon grew to love this tree so much. i was lucky to be given a 'souvenir' by the tree, a souvenir in the form of a red apple. the apple skin was so shinny and red. at times of hunger, i wished so badly to eat it up, but i couldn't bear to do so. it was something special to me - a memory. some time later, the tree was officially bought over by a mafia king. the tree lost its soul. it no longer bear fruit in the grounds of the mafia king. it soon became sick and almost died. i was devastated. i held the apple in my hands, and prayed that the mafia king will soon realise his mistake, and let the tree go. tonight, i am going to take the apple, use a knife to skin it in front of the mirror at the strike of midnight. if i succeed without breaking up the whole skin into bits and pieces, my wish will come true. the tree needs the wild. the mafia king can survive without the tree. but i...i need the tree.
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hush pretty pink lady ;
at 4:09 pm
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
wee...ooh-wimoweh!
wee...ooh-wimoweh!
wimoweh, o-wimoweh, o-wimoweh, o-wimoweh,
o-wimoweh, o-wimoweh, o-wimoweh, o-wimoweh
o-wimoweh, o-wimoweh, o-wimoweh, o-wimoweh
o-wimoweh, o-wimoweh, o-wimoweh, o-wimoweh!
in the jungle, the mighty jungle
the lion sleeps tonight.
in the jungle, the mighty jungle,
the lion sleeps tonight.
wee...ooh wimoweh!
near the village, the peaceful village,
the lion sleeps tonight.
near the village, the peaceful village,
the lion sleeps tonight.
wee...ooh wimoweh!
hush my darling, don't fear my darling,
the lion sleeps tonight.
hush my darling, don't fear my darling,
the lion sleeps tonight.
whuh...whuh...whuh...wimoweh!
wee....ohh - wimoweh!
wee....ohh - wimoweh!
wee....ohh - wimoweh!
throw in a chubby, purple hippo with strong vocal power of soprano equivalence and a velvet-dancing, spotted yellow dog, adding a dash of humour, and what you get is a hilarious video accompanying that song which you will find yourself singing and laughing to it all day long, even in the streets of interlaken, switzerland.
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hush pretty pink lady ;
at 1:08 pm
