Tuesday, March 29, 2005
a few nights ago, another peculiar dream hit me. this time, goody boy was in it. he popped over at my place with his girlfriend. however, he seemed to obviously neglect her and stuck to me dearly. he also did confess that he no long has feelings for his girl. very extra-ordinary. what an evil dream.
happy birthday jincheng! the poor lad has to spend his birthday in pulau tekong. and the nasty fella didn't allow me a peek of his bald head when i coincidentally met him at cineleisure last week. moronic but yet always a good friend of mine. that's jinny for you.
qn: what's the surname of happy?
ans: lee, because of happily (pronounced as: happy-lee).
qn: what's happy's occupation?
ans: nurse, because of happiness (pronounced as: happy-nurse).
qn: what's the gender of happy?
ans: male, because of happy meal (pronounced as: happy-male).
qn: will happy marry a male or female?
ans: male, because happy is gay!
esplanade is a nice place to go to. fullerton hotel, boat quay all around the corner.
bistro coolness.
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at 11:00 pm
Saturday, March 26, 2005
smu is such a vibrant, young and fun school. or so it seems. i'm not insinuating anything. the freaking application process is so troublesome. it requires me to send lots of documents, like o level results, a level results, sat 1, cca records and photocopy of identification card. and i freaked out totally when i realise i don't have my cca record. the apprehension experienced by prospective university students.
the swiss-franco-anglo group had an almost fully attended gathering yesterday. although there were a few hiccups, like the two 'michelles' having to leave to meet up with their friends, all in all, it was a great time together. we planned for the upcoming june chalet. hopefully the next time, dennis, shawn and joash can make it. hail the sfa!
i was supposed to have a bbq party with my tuition buddies tonight. however, due to lack of planning time, we called it off. i shall gear up for the next. for now, i'm going to head to the beach later to chill with pearline and joanna. another time of great fun. (:
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at 11:59 am
Monday, March 21, 2005
peter sent me an sms: 'your dear is going to become an officer at the officer cadet school (ocs). i heard that he was platoon best. he will be going to the western side of singapore for the next ten months and graduate with a bar on his shoulder.'
oh yes, he loves the army.
sleeps well. sleep walks. talks in his sleep. dreamland king. (:
thanks my informants!
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at 12:31 am
Thursday, March 17, 2005
once again, i see no point in putting a tagboard. as such, i've removed it, again. haha. it has been loads of ups and downs in this past week, and the weekends are not even here yet. i've been suffering from erratic mood swings, bad enough to give the horrible english weather a run for their money. i cried three times this week, due to pressure and boredom. yes, i grovelled at the feet of boredom, praying for it to release me from its clutches. it literally forced my tears out. after which, i went into silent mode, not speaking a single word for half an hour. absolute madness. now i seriously wish for school. it doesn't suck. it beats having an aimless life.
anyway, i paid a bloody $32.40 to send an express post to england. crap shitloads. the reply had better be favourable.
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at 10:38 am
Saturday, March 12, 2005
it's bloody shit. mental torture so bad that i cannot possibly close my eyes and not think about it. i'm feverishly punching, almost literally, the keyboard. seeing these appearing on my monitor somehow provides me solace, eventhough i'm currently filled with apprehension. it's an outlet for me to express my frustration. my girlfriends, joanna and pearline in particular, believe that i'm in the best position that i can ever be. ''count my blessings!'' my dad has finally opened himself up to the idea of me pursuing a law degree. yes, law degree. a prospective lawyer-in-the-making. but no, it's not good. although it has always been my passion, this came right smack into my face at the wrong time. it left me dumbfounded. i wasted my energy sobbing to my girlfriends and rattling on about how terrible the future seems to be, in my view, now. time means everything in the world to me for it can make or break me. i have to write an appeal letter to the lse undergraduate admissions office, and get it vetted, soonest. impossible as it may seem, i place my faith in God. do pray for me. alternatively, get me a shrink. thanks. please choose the former. puurrr-leeaasssttt!!!
anyhow, happy birthday to the stunning, sporty, intelligent and cool sister of mine. mandy dresses to kill and is definitely a girl all the guys want. sounds endearing already right? her face appears to be an adorable heart-shape when she smiles with her eyes close. absolutely heart-melting. joanna and pearline had an enriching time at her bbq party.
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at 11:59 pm
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
my mummy is really the sweetest person on earth. she brought me yesterday to dine at the coffee lounge of goodwood park hotel. goodness me, those food did cost quite a bit. but she nonchalantly shrugged it off and commented that it won't cost that much for two people. so we stepped into the lovely restaurant with great ambiance. he looked over, and flashed a smile. my mum and i settled down in a cosy corner. he came over, looked into my mum's eyes, and earnestly said, 'hello aunty!'. my mum smiled back and nodded her head. she turned to me when he left and whispered, 'he's really handsome, isn't he?' i rolled my eyes and briefly introduced her to whatever i know about this waiter. 'yes, i know him. he's my friend...' the gorgeous food came, with him serving. he asked if i wanted any sauce and i declined politely. he cheekily threatened that he placed poison into my food, which tickled my mother's funny bone. soon after, i tried to call him over to get us the bill. many attempts failed. so another waiter called him and then told my mother that lots of girls like him to serve them because he's handsome. my mum exploded, 'yes, he is very handsome.', much to my embarrassment. even when we left, my mummy couldn't stop rattling on about how nice a boy he is. maybe she secretly wished she has a son like him. a son who is polite, nice and smart. prospective imperial college student, don't take over my place! (: i'll see you in england.
i love desperate housewives. it rocks my mondays.
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at 10:27 am
Sunday, March 06, 2005
at long last, agony is over. it's replaced by pure happiness. the past few days have been a hell of a roller coaster ride. it beats riding the 'tower of terror' and 'giant drop' in gold coast repeatedly. the night before the release of the a level results, joanna and pearline popped by my house for sleepover. it was so fun. we conked ourselves out with hooch, bacardi and whatnot. that fateful day was fruitfully spent at holland village to wind ourselves down. it was so nice to spend three consecutive days with them. yesterday, we were walking around suntect, visiting educational fairs. of course, we also went to conrad hotel for starbucks and to check out my london education. now that the weekend is coming to an end, i must wait another 5 days to see them again. next time, we are going to the nus and ntu open house! my life is truly great now.
tears of joy rolled down my cheeks as my result slip was right in front of my eyes. i got three distinctions for my 3 a level subjects and a b3 for general paper. lse, here i come! (:
before my previous driving lesson, stanley wound down the window, screamed over to rafael, and at the same time pointing his finger at me, 'ra-fell...! what's your number?' rafael gingerly shouted back his number, which i deliberately didn't catch. the next thing i knew, rafael's car was beside mine. he looked at me and asked, 'do you want my house number as well?' i rolled my eyes and turned away, embarrassed to the point that i was almost beetroot-red. during the lesson, stanley still playfully repeated his number over and over again. these men are just so childish. seems like boys never grow up. peter pan is not special.
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at 10:34 am
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
i just had german class. my teacher, ms urike, and i were discussing a very controversial topic - premarital sex. she, being european, is more liberal about it. she believes that it's better for the relationship. if both virgins were to get married, both parties might be sexually disappointed after the first nuptial night. she claims it's good to have sexual experience. but she cautioned that one should only have sex with the person one has feelings for, and not any tom, dick, harry or jane that comes along. and never have sex with a person whom you know only wants a one-night-stand. obviously, she is not against cohabitation. in fact, she advocates it. in europe, it's prevalent. i personally feel that virginity is pure and sacred. being asian, i am more conventional and not want to 'give it all' to someone who might not turn out to be my future spouse. but i think cohabitation might not be a bad thing after all. you can see the other (perhaps, ugly) side of that boyfriend/girlfriend of yours and decide if you can live with that. it's sort of like probatory period. well, i can only shrug and say i personally do not want to engage in premarital sex. of course, never say never. yes?
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at 6:13 pm
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
time raced past me. i turned to look at the time indicator in my mobile phone. anxiously, i nagged at my friend about his friend's late arrival. the terrific blockbuster, constantine, was about to begin soon. i was looking out for every single teenage boy with spiked hair. but after quite a while, there was still no sign of him. my friend's mobile rang, and he got news from his friend that an accident was the reason for him being late. but still, after his explanation, i was rather pissed that i might just miss the beginning of the movie. then, he came. dressed in black top and boardshorts, he dashed up the escalator. after which, my friend briefly introduced us to one another. he looked at me earnestly and said, 'sorry, i'm late.' staring at his earnest appearance, my heart seemed to melt. i replied nonchalantly, 'no problem.' after the boys were done with their contemplation, my friend and i jostled through the crowds and headed to the movie theatre, just in time to catch the start of constantine. later, after the movie, we went to look for the spiked-hair boy. he was with his long-time girlfriend. 'nice! he's attached!', i mumbled to myself. but, soon, i got to know that this girl is rather sweet and nice to talk to. ah well, it's good that he's attached to someone nice. liking someone is not only about possessing him/her. it's knowing he/she is happy that matters, isn't it? wait, i don't even like him to begin with. bah. what nonsense is this?
on friday, truth is going to unfold. reality is going to hit me straight in the face. please, don't let gravity get the better of us. a level-ers, best of luck!
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at 5:20 pm
