dynamicduo

2009-03-18T17:20:00.002+08:00

Honestly not looking forward to the staff trip to Desaru, mainly because I'd rather spend the day sleeping in rather than waking at 5.30am simply to get to the ferry terminal on time. I'm hoping however that the company of the ones above are great enough to keep me awake throughout the trip.

side note: apparently Desaru has ostrich oil that is pretty good for something. Is RM$100 enough to survive a 6.30am - 11pm trip there?

2009-03-18T15:59:00.002+08:00

Spent the last few hours lazing on my bed with my Aspire0ne and my Ovation watching episode after episode of ONE PIECE. This show sucked when dubbed in English but in Japanese... well that's a whole different story. I've learnt a few Japanese phrases just by watching this show. For example:

kaizoku - pirate

ero - pervert

sumimasen - sorry

okama - tranvestite

a-re - what

ni - you

So when you put them together, you get - Are sumimasen, ni ero okama?!

Who says you don't learn when watching cartoons?

2009-03-17T14:04:00.002+08:00

posing @ SSC

mama's boy and proud of it!

daddy's little boy

Sundays are now spent with my second family, the in-laws. Terrific set of people who are always up for an adventure. To date, we've visited Sentosa and Night Safari - tourist style. Complete the with the oohs and aaaahs and the souvenir shopping. When we aren't on the tourist route, we chill over at Sembawang watching Hindustan or horror movies, whilst mum-in-law, who has watched the movies before, gives away the plot innocently.

It's fun and all, but I still feel awkward even though it's approaching a year of our union. I am hoping that this awkwardness has an expiry date and soon.

Mah dead hamster

2009-03-17T13:51:00.002+08:00

MOJO (my pet hamster) has been doing this continuously for the past few weeks. The first time he did it, Pezal and me were about to tear up, screaming MOJO MOJO. But guess what? He woke up and started towards the side of the cage, expecting some treats. I swear it's the epitome of "tidur mati" (dead asleep)

It's happened so many times we don't bother anymore, so I bet it's gonna be a real shocker when he really has gone over to hamster heaven.

I will be there

2009-02-01T11:02:00.003+08:00

My dream honeymoon. I will be there soon my dearest. Wait for me

Riddler vs Batman

2008-09-10T15:45:00.003+08:00

A collaboration that is just waiting to happen has finally come through!

Caine said he confirmed the casting through the studio itself.
“I was with [a Warner Bros.] executive and I said, ‘Are we going to make another one?’ They said yeah. I said, ‘How the hell are we going to top Heath [the late "Dark Knight" star Ledger]?' And he says ‘I’ll tell you how you top Heath — Johnny Depp as The Riddler and Philip Seymour Hoffman as The Penguin.’ I said, ‘S–t, they’ve done it again!’” Caine told MTV News

Singapore my home

2008-07-09T19:46:00.003+08:00

I'm quite surprised whenever I see a show that quotes Singapore in them.
It's like a bomb dropped on the head. Somewhere in the US, people actually know that a small tiny island called Singapore exists.

There are probably tourists scrambling after watching Pirates of the Carribean in hopes to see a pirate/sex cabin who are disappointed that we didn't actually keep our heritage/signature pirate booty (even though judging by the timeline of Pirates Singapore was more a Malay village than a Chinese pirate country)

Or tourists scrambling to get fishes to nibble at their feet to achieve the perfect feet as potrayed in Ugly Betty. Bet they believe all Singaporean housewifes have beautiful feet under their plastic clogs and baju butterflies.

Then i recalled how years ago while I was in Starbucks, how a tourist (who thought I was Spanish for some reason) refused to believe that I was an actual Singaporean. "No you're not! Singaporeans are Chinese and speak bad English" I laughed at that point but thinking back, it was a really bad insult.

People, there are Malays down here, Indians and more recently more Filipinos than you can count. Singapore is not a mini China country contrary to popular belief and as far as I know, there's only one shop that actually offers the fish treatment.

So if you do decide to visit Singapore after visiting this blog, don't open your mouths too wide when you see people of colour walking about in the streets other than Chinese.

And no, we don't have a pirate themed park yet (maybe the IR will have it soon) nor scantily-clad women (except in Geylang) but we do have the Youth Olympics. :)

What a disappointment it must be.

2008-06-08T23:06:00.002+08:00

Happiness is a just an expression formed by people shocked of their lack of unhappiness.

The holidays are simply trying on me cos I've like a million things to shop and do but awaiting patiently for payday. Last movie I caught was Sex in the Sizzling City. Sitting through the movie was like watching back to back to back episodes of the series itself. Self satisfaction with mmmm... big time satisfaction if ya know what i mean. With the abundance of tight buns and intense pleasure, i was surprised that it opened to an M18 crowd. Few years back this would be major R21 all the way. Times changed and i guess this is a way of sexual education for the young generation. Maybe if you desensitize the kiddos they'll not think of sex.

I think I've reached a stage of my life where I'm desensitized and immune. Whatever I say and do always comes about having a negative impact/impression on some poor soul there, so I am not interested in speaking and doing anything to express my opinion. I've been taking in a lot of crap from work, home and 'friends' and much to Dynamic Duo's surprise, I haven't screamed my head off like I used to and just nod and kept quiet. I think I'd lose my voice from the lack of use and my neck creaks each time i move my head. I literally hear my brain cells die.

(updated) Reading what I've just wrote gives me goosebumps. I haven't even hit 25. Imagine how I'll be when I turn 30 or 40. How jaded will I be then?

I know it's all in riddles, but soon it'll all be clear.

2008-05-25T23:20:00.004+08:00

A man who sells it doesn't want it.

A man who bought it doesn't need it

A man who got it doesn't know it.

What is it?

Saw it on Kids Central today. Haa haa bet loads of young midgets realised this clue about 5 seconds after reading the question whilst I stared and thought for ages and ages till the freakishly long advertisement ended and the answer popped on the screen. Dammit. I should have known it was _________. Haha, did you think I'd give you the answer. Rileks sua.

I think loads of people know that I'm officially ROMM by now. Been getting bitter friendster messages and smses asking for explanations why they weren't invited. I loike. Better than what I've been hearing behind my lil backie wackie.

No you won't see a mini Siti NorFaizal anytime soon this year or next. If you know me better, you wouldn't assume so cause you know how 'square' I actually am and how I hold on to my values on sex and religion. If you don't believe me then well that's just too bad isn't it? I am answerable to Allah I have personal reasons doing it and though I throughly apologise that my humble home is unable to accomodate the throngs of you I would like to invite, it's after all just a nikah. As I've told my dad, all i need on that day is just me, Faizal, our dads, my witness and the kadi. The sanding will be held in the future so your invitation card will be arriving some way some how when the day arrives.

I still believe that despite all the distance put between us throughout the years, there's still some form of friendship that can be salvaged and I do want you on the special day that is to come in the very far future.

Those who want to nikah first, sanding later, do it only if your in between a rock and a hard place. After you nikah, you feel kinda blah 'bout the whole sanding thing cos it ends up being a waste of money. Pretty, granted but once you've been legally and religiously officially married, it becomes all to clear that the whole ceremony is only meant to burn a major hole right through your pockets and the only reason you're going through it is to save face which i don't understand cos my face is pretty much safe without spending so much. Kinda like the whole mak andam crew are the mafia and I'm paying protection money to ensure my face stays intact.

If I had my way, I'll have a beach ceremony involving friends and close family, eating BBQ and chatting 'bout everything under the sun and posing silly for the photographs. At least it'll be fun.

dazed and confused

2008-04-27T16:45:00.003+08:00

I think adulthood is over rated.

I went through my days as a kid, anticipating the day that I get to work so that I can get the cash to go buy my own Transformers so that I won't have to share with my brother, tons of ice-cream and chocolates to just stuff my face in and basically that's it. I'd imagine my life perfect with my family living in big mansion/bungalow and if I weren't that rich, I'd get a massionette. I had a wonderful husband who'd provide for me but I'll just go to work cos I love my job of acting/presenting.

I grow up getting a diploma, endlessly grasping for that degree that just cost too much money.

Now day by day I go to work, trying to excel at it so that I get a decent PB to save for my future home, whilst people stab me in the back with a long sharp knife, blaming their inadequacies on me just cos they are crazy b**** . I don't understand the concept of PB being performance-related when you give more to someone with a degree as compared to one with a diploma. Why? Cos a degree enables you to perform better in a job where everyone does the same shitload of work? I don't think so. I have a diploma but I do much more crap than a person with a degree. I hold 2 major positions as a coordinator and an in-charge; whilst this particular person has no major roles.

Not only do I pay less (cos apparently a degree holder is paid more as they spend more time studying and paying for their education - an education that I want but cant afford) I don't get credited for all the work I've put in as this b**** gets a higer PB than I do for less than half the work done!

So kids, here's the lesson I learnt the hard way to becoming a successful person,

1. Get into a degree programme. It doesn't matter if you get honours, just a basic degree will do. The word 'degree' sends shivers down employers' pants instantly earns you major points. Don't have money to go through the programme? Well you're f***ed now ain't you?

2. When talking to higer authorities, make sure you do it with an accent even though you are born and bred Singaporean. An accent helps big time in impressing people. Indian and Malay accents do not help your cause. Try for Western accent even though you've never been to these countries before. I recommend the English accent. Watch British shows to perfect your English accent as it helps later on in B.S cos no one will understand what you are talking about.

3. It's all in the posture. Keep your shoulders straight back and walk around like you've got a stick up your a**. Or better yet, put one there to help you practice. Soon, you'll be wearing a sports attire and still look professional.

4. If a stick cant be put up your a**, dress professionally, even if it's Casual Friday. The employer is always impressed with good attire cos you'll be the professional among the dress-downers.

Once, you've mastered the above steps, you are well on your way to being the boss' favourite w/o doing any work.

Here are the next steps to ensure you maintain his good books.

5. Should you forget to do your work, blame it on the person who assigned you the work, saying extremely loudly "I hate all this last minute work" and brushing it and the person aside as if you're better than them. Doesn't matter if the person gave it to you a month ago, the higher authorities will probably believe you cos you're in the boss' good books remember?

6. Suggest many items in front of the boss. Suggestions are very important. Whether you go through them has no meaning whatsoever. The ability to be creative is more important than the follow-thru

7. Talk in riddles to confuse the person who assigned you the work. Better yet, if you have not done it, say " I know it seems like riddles to you, but soon it will be clear" (Try mastering the Yoda way - with a British accent of course!)

8. If all else fails, feign mental problems. Be xtra friendly to everybody. Act concerned about people's health and sleeping hours. Call your fellow worker "incompetent and has communication issues" and ask if he/she is ok 1 minute later and offer him/her a hug like nothing has happened. Since you've won the boss favour, he/she will be overtly concerned about you and ask everyone else to be understanding of your situation whilst you relax, come late for work and not do a shit @ work.

Best thing is... you'll still get your damn promotion. Isn't life just SO fair?

Practice these steps for a better work-life ahead of you.

2008-03-14T17:22:00.002+08:00

s*** mental block once more.

it's hard trying to find the words to give an idea what you are going thru wo giving too much away. I'm not one to keep secrets, at least not my own. I'm usually an open person who wears my emotions on the sleeves. It's very hard to focus at home and at work with such a secret in me.

I'm thankful my love is my best friend.

Sometimes I feel I'm the only person in my family who cares? Do you?

2008-01-01T20:57:00.000+08:00

if anyone was to predict that i'd be spending the last few days of 07 with old friends, i'd prob huff and say no way. mainly cos it's just been ages.

but i dd. and it's been an experience. I've been hanging out with superficial people too long and it's weighing in on me. it's refreshing to hang out with grounded people who just relax and lauh over insults and not take things too seriously.

let's hope 08 will be filled with more meetups.

2007-11-14T18:16:00.000+08:00

love this site.

2007-11-14T17:17:00.000+08:00

so superheroes are supposed to be strong no? Infallable, indestructible, basically your know-it-all go-to person to save you from distress. someway, somehow, that person manages to save not one. not two. but over hundreds of people in one mighty flight, climb or what not (though usualy there's this one person who always gets into trouble so it's basically him/her times a hundred)

basically, a teacher is like that. able to silence with a single scream, cure boo-boos in a sec and get the 'criminal' (the one who 'make him/her') to pay for his crime (the booboo) through jail-time (usually a nag that'll last forever). In the end, the day is saved by Miss/Mr/Mrs/ Mdm (insert surname/name here)

some of my kids actually came up to me some days ago and said i was their hero(ine). a go-to person when the rest of the world doesn't care. man, that made me feel proud and made my day. till i noticed that they came to me for everything. this person said this to me. this person 'make me' (make you what? a kite? how nice...) this person did this and that. Now though i wanna be known as Wild Thing, superhero of the ages, i've got to admit, i want my kids to grow up. i want them to learn that sometimes you've got to let small things go. even superheroes don't save kittens when the buildings collapsing.

contrary to popular belief, we superheroes aren't indestructible. we get tired, we fall sick, and lo and behold, some of us have a life other than wearing that cute lil spandex outfit that is starting to be a lil too tight. when we get reminded of our weaknesses, we just get reminded how weak we just are. then i remember i can't be there all the time for them and i'll just have to let them free.

though you'd probably never stumble upon this blog of mine u dearies, i loved you through all the good times and the bad, through all the screaming and the laughter. now you see those lil wings (commonly known to the untrained eye as a backpack) take it and fly. you'll probably fall flat on ur face at some point, and you turn around calling for help but it seems this superhero aint gonna be there for you. i'm there. just by a wee lil corner seeing you get up on your feet, brush the dirt away and seeing you grow up to be wonderful men and women.

As for the criminals, well, there's always the bad to make you look good right? without 'em, you'll have a pretty boring story.

2007-11-12T21:54:00.000+08:00

Temperament
Flexible
Nothing seems to bother you - you sail through life crisis free. It's not that your life doesn't have its ups and downs, it's just that you handle everything without unnecessary drama and antics. You approach each day fresh, not worrying about yesterday or tomorrow. You are confident that you can handle anything that comes your way and experience has shown that you are absolutely right about this.

Interests
Thrill Seeker
You are interested in anything that is exciting and pleasurable. You're not afraid to indulge yourself - you live by your own set of rules and don't allow yourself to get hung on what others think. For the most part, you are independent and do whatever you please to do. Trying to stop you from doing something only makes you want it even more. At the end of the day - you live for life's most thrilling moments.

Amusement
Adventurous
It's a good thing that you are filled with energy and ambitions (that others sometimes find exhausting) because you're continually looking for a new adventure and exciting experience. You struggle with a continual feeling of restlessness which constantly pushes you to the next level of excitement. Once you have accomplished one thing, you are eager to accomplish something more exciting, riskier and distinguishable.

Passion
Physical
You are a cuddle bug - from a warm hug shared with your best friend to steamy sex with your partner, you enjoy every bit of human contact that you can get. You demonstrate your love for others most fluidly through physical one-on-one contact and you feel the most loved when you are being touched. You feel disconnected when you are physically isolated

2007-11-12T19:49:00.000+08:00

i look like johnny depp. enuf said.

LIVERPOOL

2007-09-02T13:52:00.000+08:00

Tak rugi lah order Sports Channel!

Liverpool 6 - 0 Derby

Xabi Alonso 27, Babel 45, Torres 56, Xabi Alonso 69, Voronin 76, Torres 78

With Hubstation I can watch the goals over and over again (and freeze at Torres!)

I'll let someone else do the commentary on the game and go back to my dream where Torres is scoring with me (if you know what I mean)

2007-08-31T09:48:00.000+08:00

The dinner guests were sitting around the table discussing life.

One man, a CEO, decided to explain the problem with education. He argued, "What's a kid going to learn from someone who decided his best option in life was to become a teacher?" He reminded the other dinner guests that it's true what they say about teachers, "Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach." To corroborate, he said to another guest, "You're a teacher, Susan," he said."Be honest. What do you make?"

Susan, who had a reputation of honesty and frankness replied, "You want to know what I make?"

"I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could. I can make a C+ feel like a Congressional Medal of Honor and an A- feel like a C+ slap in the face if the student did not do his or her very best."

"I can make kids sit through 40 minutes of study hall in absolute silence."

"I can make parents tremble in fear when I call home."

"You want to know what I make?"

"I make kids wonder." "I make them question.""I make them criticize." "I make them apologize and mean it."

"I make them write." "I make them read, read, read.""I make them spell definitely beautiful, definitely beautiful, and definitely beautiful over and over and over again, until they will never misspell either one of those words again.""I make them show all their work in math and hide it all on their final drafts in English."

"I make them understand that if you have the brains, then follow your heart... and if someone ever tries to judge you by what you make, you pay them no attention."

"You want to know what I make?"

"I make a difference."

"What about you?"

what am i?

2007-08-11T23:06:00.000+08:00

Colorful, but unpicked. You are The Wild Rose.

Prone to bouts of cynicism, sarcasm, and thorns, you excite a certain kind of man. Hoping to gather you up, he flirts and winks and asks you out, ultimately professing his love. Then you make him bleed. Why? Because you're the rare, independent, self-sufficient kind of woman who does want love, but not from a weakling.

You don't seem to take yourself too seriously, and that's refreshing. You aren't uptight; you don't over-plan. Romance-wise, sex isn't a top priority--a true relationship would be preferable. For your age, you haven't had a lot of bonafide love experience, though, and this kind of gets to core of the issue. You're very selective.

The problem is them, not you, right? You have lofty standards that few measure up to. You're out there all right, but not to be picked up by just anyone. "You're never truly single as long as you have yourself."

ALWAYS AVOID: The Bachelor (DGSM) CONSIDER: The Vapor Trail (RBLM).

crazy hours

2007-08-06T20:42:00.000+08:00

my world is getting smaller. where has all the time gone???
it's work work work all the way. realised i havent written in here for a long time when a colleague i'm not even close to knows that the last update was in June. Freaky u know some people.

lucky for me, psychedelico is such an ass and forced me outta my work schedule to spend time watching simpson. laughed my butt off (yes, it's gotten a lil flat after the simpsons)But still I ended up fixing up furry ears and what nots during the weekend for my wonderful Drama kids for their performance last Sunday. They should have a clause in the teaching post: Danger, may be hazardous for social life.

Back about Sunday... Too bad I didn't bring a camera to forever keep the cute darlings made-up faces. I do however have some before shots.

aren't they just freaking adorable?!

holidays are ogre...

2007-06-21T18:49:00.000+08:00

it's been a short 2 weeks of hanging loose and really letting myself go. countdown: 4 more days before my freedom is grabbed and shoved into the faces of lil ones who know too much about nothing and too little about everything.

i've been bumming like crazy yet as busy as ever if you know what i mean. i love being here spending time with the people I love. there were moments of reflection and talk and without a doubt I find myself grateful of people and things that i have.

no doubt i want more. more money. more love. more time. yet i know all this will come in time.
it's great spending time with all of you.

yet, there is this certain amount of relief going back to school. maybe it's these faces and places. i miss them.

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Wanted: L. I. F. E

2007-04-28T19:52:00.000+08:00

i need a life. my 17-year old niece is out god-knows-where, my 16-year old nephew is moshing about in Esplanade. In fact even my parents AND my brother are out while I am sitting at home watching Britney's pink lace underwear on Crossroads at home.

So do I need a life or not? I concur.

i'm in love with a drummer. how convenient is THAT?

2007-04-23T21:15:00.000+08:00

Onstage, drummers usually have to stay in one place and keep the beat going. Off stage, they're far less predictable. Drummers are known for being wild partiers, but you seem like the kind of person who'd have no trouble keeping up. Drummers sometimes wear very little clothing (guy drummers may even go shirtless), but you have no objections to their casual, sexy style! No matter how old the drummer is compared to the rest of the band, he/she tends to act like a playful little kid. The stereotypical drummer isn't concerned with looking like a brilliant intellectual in interviews, because it's more fun to joke around than it is to take the questions seriously. When you hear that a band is recording with a drum machine instead of a real person, you feel like they're missing the whole point of rock 'n' roll. Real drummers are passionate and a little bit wild, and no machine could ever take their place in your heart.

photos from the other side

2007-04-01T22:19:00.000+08:00

enjoy the pictures from faizal's side:

http://family.webshots.com/album/558455160QFxvRG

25th March

2007-03-26T18:29:00.000+08:00

25th March 2007

Yes ppl, this is not a photoshop. I just got engaged on Sunday, 25th March 2007. To those I've invited, thank you for sharing the moment. For those not invited, I'm sorry. The house cannot accomodate so many people. But please be assured that you'd be in my wedding ceremony in the next 2.5 to 3 years.

This engagement was very frustrating for me from the start to the end. I expected to be able to celebrate that night or the day after but Psychedelico has gotten a job and it beckons him. I, however have taken an MC as I got a sore throat, dizzy spells and major headache. [No, i don't think my drinks were spiked]

This cake summarises it all. Maybe I feel better soon. Work awaits.

P/S: I apologise to everyone i've offended on the way to my engagement. I think this is my last apology.

The ball's in your court now to forgive me.

things are looking up

2007-03-03T22:30:00.000+08:00

1st March 2001. i fell in love.
1st March 2007. I'm still in love

Happy 6 years to me. :)

things are at a standstill til my momma says go. 3 more weeks.

horny

2007-01-28T15:54:00.000+08:00

Fridays have made me horny.

It could come from a hard game of ping pong - something about exercise that pumps adrenaline that would ultimately make you horny or something like that.

It could be that Fridays mark the start of the weekend and that makes me happy which releases endorphins which would make you horny or something like that.

Or it simply could be seeing this face over and over again every Friday 11pm on Channel 5.

Oscar "Ozzy" Lusth, a.k.a. another man on the I wanna make babies with list right after Abang Johnny (Depp). To make things better, he's only 2 years older so if there is an alternate universe in which an alternate universe me would travel halfway round the world and meet alternate universe him, it would be entirely possible that i could have his babies.

Thanks to some people, I know who the winner is for Survivor Cook Islands but I can't help to hope that this handsome one wins. After all, he's been playing a straight-up good game and deserves to win with his incredible talent and skill. It kind of sucks that come Friday, it'll be the last that i see of this handsome, so sexy i wanna bite him guy.

The rest of you gals (and guys) better not be kissing your screens. It's pathetic and only I am allowed to. heh.

my mind of things

2007-01-14T17:55:00.000+08:00

It's been a good week. Busy as hell but it comes with the pleasure of keeping my mind off things. up till yesterday when a bomb was dropped sky high from the mouth of a very offensive human being i'm ashamed to call my relative. This is why i don't like being a Scorpio. I'm sensitive to people's feelings you know. and you... u made my mum feel like shit. you idotic, unfeeling crap bottom. Here i thought everything was settled with my change and you had to open your huge ass mouth.

I'm trying to be Zen here you know. Please lah. Jgn cam gini bleh? Buat masalah aje tau.

P?S: Ive deleted my previous post. psychedelico was offended cos he thinks i'm not happy bout my change. i am. happy. looks like each step i take manages to offend someone. great super power i have i tell you.

the new me

2007-01-02T14:19:00.000+08:00

I'm a new woman come this March. I had to give up something to be where I will be. The thing was meant to be small and it's getting bigger with each passing day. I'm hurting cos things aren't going as planned. i'm cranky. clash of dates might cause a rift. i'm praying for a date change. i wanna feel special too.

Best quote from a friend when i told him the news.

"Now I've got something to look forward for 2007!"

2 more weeks to Muse. 1 more day to school. See? Good things are often paired with the bad.

fast changes

2006-12-29T13:35:00.000+08:00

things are started off with a dream. a talk. a reality. it's too fast i can't catch my breath. and i'm not really sure if it's a good thing. need reassurances we're doing the right thing. psychedelico? u still there? or did u disappear leaving a spinning mesh cap and a puff of smoke?

holidays are over in 4.3.2.1. will i still be good? or does this coming year see tears and fears? i'm adjusting.

yeah. this entry's a bit cryptic.

prison break

2006-12-20T21:07:00.000+08:00

I want to make babies with this one. Prison Break marathon has made me fall for this dear young stud. And yes, I'm willing to live a life of running from the po-lice if this stud here is running with me. yum yum.

p/s: those of you catching up with season 1 better go find some way to get season two. cos i tell ya, u are gonna be so pissed off at the ending, you cant wait to go get the next season.

superhuman dumb

2006-12-20T17:40:00.000+08:00

"kissing a best friend is different from kissing a boyfriend"

The quote has been splitting my sides for THE longest time. Man, 16 seems so far away now. I must be really kental now and continuously still a prude cos i would never mutter those words out

what was i doing when i'm 16? erm yeah... i was trying on contacts and making goo-goo eyes at a boy too cool for school. See i had the huge pink glasses that should have never been sold to anyone under the age of a hundred (but apparently it was quite cool-looking back then) and hair that could have been mistaken for a bees nest. well you know how it would have turned out with skater boi. but u see, i'd learnt my ways and got contacts and grew my hair out so when i DID get the courage to make goo-goo eyes, i look pretty decent. So he was still clueless of my existence (as most skater boys are) but i did manage a goo-goo eye from his close friend so that was still a score.

3 years later, i snagged myself a skater boi of my own. to whom i shared my first kiss. and hopefully my last. Whom I've shared countless moments with sharing my "uncle scrooge " laughter and my amazon river full tears. my lorelai gilmore emotional baggage constantly shared and thrown around. i've shared a lot with this super-human ~~boyfriend~~ soulmate of mine and we've been through more than a handful of tumbling times.

I wouldn't know that kissing a boyfriend and a best friend is totally different. Cause both my boyfriend and my best friend share the same lips that i kiss each time i get.

movie marathon

2006-12-17T21:55:00.000+08:00

so it's another movie marathon since the mamas and papas are out of the picture. I guess it became a comedy central theme since the movies' were basically splitting my sides. and as usual i was the champion marathoner as all gave up by the time scary movie came on. nak baring-baring aje konon. heh heh. farni.

it wasn't as successful as the rest of the movie marathons cos the scare factor was missing (though i have to admit Another Gay Movie was scary in so many ways cos there was this guy who looked very much like the cocoa guy from starbux) plus we started real late.

it was nice. real nice to just spend numbing hours not doing anything but watching movies all the way and waking at weird times later in the day.

... oh wait. i do that everyday now! heh heh. i love the holidays.

family shmaily

2006-12-11T18:18:00.000+08:00

My room is turning into a mini games-slash-bookstore. Maybe i can start charging people to come into my room and have some fun. ... ooooh that just sounds SOOO wrong.

I've resigned to my fate that I can't go out of the country this month. I'm too tired to go KL (again!) and too broke to go to Bali. I need to prioritize my expenses and the 2.2 b.o.n.u.s everyone's been raving about... well it's going somewhere necessary. sheesh... i hate thinking as an adult. it's tiring and taking the fun out of my life. But once this necessity has been sealed in 3 and a half years, I'm gonna breathe much easier. psychedelico's gonna have to wait a lil longer for me to get my act together.

Since holidaying is out of my league, I've gone into a sort of routine. 2 days of table-tennis followed by a day of monopoly, suduko and dvds and back to the 2 days of table-tennis. A not planned but so in your face physical and mental healthy lifestyle. I haven't sweat it out in ages and i tell you, it feels great. especially when I have lost 4kg after 4 days.

And you know those, mil and bradley or something commercials, where they tell you how a boardgame brings a family together blah blah blah. well it's true. and what i've learnt is that i should never be trusted with money as i have bankrupted TWICE playing monopoly. Bankrupted. I've never ever bankrupted or even made anyone bankrupt playing monopoly before but hey, when you spend thousands (of monopoly money), bought many many houses and hotels and 8 freaking hours on the game, someone's bound to get bankrupt. and that someone HAS to be ME!

5 more hours till i'm rich. don't you wish your girlfriend was rich like me

trip to vivo 'r' us

2006-11-03T09:21:00.000+08:00

so that's how i'd look when i grow up

pezal's inner self

my inner self

ani-me

p-elvis

bday delights

2006-11-03T08:35:00.000+08:00

Internet's down at home causing loads of problems for lil old me. after all, i need to access school cockpit, myedumail, SOME manner gaining some knowledge of my friend's life. National Library and school are my new internet providers. Screw paid subscription! Free access ALL the way!

Birthday celebration was a lil spoilt cos of surprises yang tak jadi. I got my nice heels from psychedelico days early for raya celebration and i figured out my other surprise from his hint of "something i crave for..." duh! chocolates lah... meaning CHOCOLATE BUFFET! I think psychedelico was almost excited as me cos we've never treated us to such a delight before. and at a hotel no less...

Me: if it's something i crave... must be chocolates!
Pezal: ....
Me: hmmm choc fondue?
Pezal: (smug look) haha no...
Me: erm kalau tak... must be chocolate buffet kan?
Pezal: ... alah tak surprise lah gini. how u found out!
Me: Really ah!? I guess only. You don't need to tell me that i guess correct what!
Pezal: Never mind. At least you don't know which one i'm bringing you.
Me: Erm the only one i know is fullerton. There's other places?
Pezal: .... (sniff)

So we ended up checking out the place pre-bday cos according to psychedelico it looks grand in the website. Apa lagi? We went and let me tell you, my mouth couldn't close for 5 minutes. I thought it's gonna be those typical hotels. you know... tall and business-like on the outside. grand and slightly expensive on the inside. I didn't expect it to look like a grander version of supreme court. The inside of the building was huge and believe or not, smelt like money. Oh and it had the revolving door which always spell money. (and typically we had to make the door stop revolving and got stuck between two doors for a few seconds.) We were like deers in a village (rusa masuk kampong) -chedebah peribahasa seh!

The evening was completed with mcwings, fries, sprite, great talk and a fantastic view.

On bday, the dynamic duo went and watch a movie (Deathnote) that had to have a main character eating massive amounts of sweet delights. The chocolate buffet ended a lovely evening but i think i'll stick to conventional chocolate. Most of the chocolate were cakes and what nots which were too filling. The chocolate fondue was so-so. could do with sweeter strawberries.If you have to try the buffet, go for the amazing mango choc cheese cake thingy, these white chocolate balls which just BURST flavor into your mouth and the fantastic hot chocolate.

I have to admit though... that i prefered my pre-day better. Life's been a lil too hectic and we haven't spend so much of our time talking. It's fantastic to just talk, laugh and throw our cares away. I think our life got a lil better after that day.

Thank you to all those who took my beauty sleep away from me with your wonderful heartfelt bday wishes. Though i look less pretty, my heart is a lot fuller. Thank you once again.

2006-09-06T23:41:00.000+08:00

oh and did i not mention that the shoes match wonderfully with my new $10 skirt? isn't it just daaaarling?

now i'm going to hug my new beauties to sleep and dream many wonderful dreams.

*my dreams gonna be sweeter cos me mama just told me that the teachers' pay is going up up up...

2006-09-06T23:01:00.000+08:00

went shopping today. incredible finds in hougang mall i tell you. the place is turning into the next town shop-haven with the numerous number of shoe shops. there will be no need to go far for my hari raya shoes i tell ya. suuuh-weet.

i figured i needed to buy some proper work shoes what with the stares and the people's eyebrows teachers and students alike have been giving me and my wonder feet. at first i thought that my feet smell 'cause who doesn't appreciate a nice pair of comfy timberland boots or funky albeit huge skate shoes. i mean it simply shows i'm a funky cikgu am i not?

but after many "cher why your shoe always so big ah?" and "wow zi, you look so formal until i see the boots" comments, i got the hint. got a shoe that i actually think will make me more cheecher yet comfy enough to run and jump in (tried and tested!) and still keeps me looking like me. are they nice or what?

howeeeever, i am STILL wearing the skate shoes no matter what people say. I loike them and you can do nothing about it. nyeh-nyeh...

Dating 101

2006-09-05T13:45:00.000+08:00

you know. i have had dozens of blonde moments in my life. like the time when i went up a down escalator. or the time i picked up a call going "Waaaaaaasup!" thinking it was a friend but finding out that it was my mother on the other line. many many blonde moments.

one of these blonde moments now include me not getting my lovely uziela.blogspot.com on track cos well... i forgot my username and password. and for some idiotic reason, it's not connected to any of my email accounts and therefore it is just there but i am simply unable to get to it. sad sad blonde.

i've been watching gilmore girls again. the fast-paced talking, the acceptable sarcasm, the witty remarks. i simply adore this show to no end. the gilmore marathon will know no end! one particular episode made me connect to one of the Lorelais. the no dating one. similar to rory (prior season 4) i've never been on a date. i had ~~relationships~~ A RELATIONSHIP instead.

I never knew the whole dress-up and prepare notes of witty conversations that come with being on a date. With psychedelico it's always been a group outing where i shamelessly flirt with him to get my drawing for my work done. yes shameless i know, but i've never been much of an artist.

we've never been on planned one-on-one dates beginning with questions like the "hey, wanna go dinner saturday night?" or "you free this friday" which would give me at least the whole week to fret on my clothes and hair and what-nots, while i giggle and give long-cast looks to him across my friends (or so portrayed in TVs and movies).

instead, the only two dates i got together with him one-on-one was

1. a trip to Bishan which he called at 8pm - way past my curfew that time - where i begged my dad to let me go see my 'friend' to 'pass "HER" some notes on the day's lecture cos there will be a test the next day' -YEAH RIGHT.... I can't remember what we did at Bishan - who the hell does ANYTHING at Bishan anyway?? - but i remembered him berating me on how we could have taken the MRT one stop instead of taking the bus which took 15 whole minutes thus resulting in closed shops and wasted time.

2. Valentine's day. Now before i tell you this story you have to understand the situation. I've already gotten news that psychedelico was madly in love with me and i was thinking what the heck, he's kinda cute anyhow. so i really expected him to ask me out for valentine's. but as the day drew nearer, he didn't give a shit about it. i dropped hints that i was gonna spend my valentine's alone (pathetic i know) but still no hints. so valentine's came and he wasn't even dressed up, had no candy, no flowers, nothing for the girl that he obviously fawns over. how pathetic is that i tell you? so we went about our usual ways, hung out with the rest of the gang after school and took the train back.

i was pretty hung up. thought it'll be my first valentine's you know. so while i pretending to laugh and smile and joke with him, inside i was cursing my heart out. "you pathetic lil creature you... how dare you kept my hopes up? you vile evil...." "you wanna drop at woodlands for a while?" "...OK!"

He said he needed some skates shoes or whatever but i knew the shoe shop was closed. it was 9.45pm. the whole mall was closing soon - every sane person knew that! but i went along, acted surprised when we 'found out' the shop was closed and step jual mahal by buying my own ice cream when he offered to pay. we sat down on the floor at the side entrance of the mall, shared a fag and laughed and flirted a little - i remembered him promising to help me draw my next project (yesh!) - and we went on home.

no dearies, no dinner (unless you count paid-for ice cream), no flowers, no movies, no goodnight kisses on the cheek, mouth or anywhere else. it was basically whatever we did when we were with the group. several group outings and a confession later, we officially got together and became the most sickening couple you've ever met. so sickening some of our friends couldn't stand us.

Well 5 years 6 months and 5 days after, i don't regret never dating. cos it's harder to find love when you are fussing over date notes.