under the sea.. under the sea....

You know, I just realised that its near impossible for me to really take a break nowadays. Like over the weekend, I took a well deserved break with the sleepover with the girls at lulu's house and skipping tuition the next day to drive around with kai for 8 hours flat. It felt like a road trip almost. But come Monday, reality hits you in the form of tons of emails, embedded in each a reminder of your life's obligations and tasks. I realised that very same day, that german 3 module registration had already begun, that I had to keep in mind the schedule for the bidding of modules, else risk being module-less, or outbidded YET AGAIN, that I had to make way to school to pay for my missing matriculation card, bla bla bla.

What happened to the whole talk about taking a 'well-deserved' break during the hols? As it is, I'm bogged down by the depressing thought of having to slog for the remaining 26 days of my internship, now I'm burdened by the need to keep up to date with all these dates and things to do. And its not like feigning ignorance would do me any good as an excuse, everyone would just accuse me of being irresponsible anyway.

Its sad really, how all thse obligations have us tied down, whether we like it or not. No chance of running away for a few weeks, to a faraway unknown island, for a self rejuvenating escapade, without having thoughts of what you have to do before you go, after you're back and whilst you're gone, nagging at you in your mind. Not that I have any plans to go to an unknown island, and live survivor style anytime soon, but atleast it'd be comforting to have that option available.

Times have changed, true, not always for the better though. Oh well.

Today was okay. Except my scraped left foot is beginning to look like some rotting body part, i found a few tiny ants crawling over the wound! One even had the cheek, or mouth, no,rather TEETH to BITE ME!!! Thats IT, NO MORE MERCY, not even for the pathetic looking ant who's dragging his dead fren away, which has hitherto been successful in garnering mercy from my kind soul, and escaped death from my crushing fingers. NO MORE!
K, forget those tiny ungrateful creatures, today after work, I went to Bugis, and that sweet sweet person got me a Guess wallet. Hee.:) You're uber sweet! Come, let me be a bimbo and flaunt that pretty wallet.

And if you spend $20 or more in OG, you get a free pearl. I was so excited when I saw that they actually pried open an oyster to probe for a pearl, and hand it to you almost immediately, right before your eyes. It was like a whole mini documentary show.

I could hardly contain my excitement to show it to my mum and grandma. But grandma wiped that smile off my face when she said that THAT "pearl", could not be genuine for pearls fresh out of oysters should really resemble grains of sand at first, and need loads of work before they achieve that glossamer and shine that are characteristic of pearls. How stupid of me. Then as if, to round up the day with the 'under the sea' theme, she served me her deeelicious, to-die-for crab dish, accompanied by the complimentary services of my pestle-armed mum who was by my side crushing the crab's shell to ease my access to the prized treasure within: that soft, sweet crab meat. Ah, what more do I need in Life? :)

What happens after the Mentos moment

I don't know if this happens to you heel-wearing girls as well, but everytime I get a new pair of heels, in just a matter of days, the rubber sole at the tip of the heel(s) will wear out or just fall off somewhere. This happens regardless of the quality of the shoes, be it those $19.90 steals or my mum's expensive $80 something Scholl heels. AND when it happens, as it always will, only one heel is affected, either the right or left. I'm attributing this mysterious occurence to the way I walk, and have resolved to limit any dragging of my feet when I'm in heels. Or maybe, just maybe there is this rubber sole gobbling monster that finds the idea of depriving me of one rubber sole, FUNNY.

But anyway, yesterday I was wearing my mum's Scholl $80 something heels, and well, the same one-missing-rubber-sole-beneath-the-heel phenomenon struck yet again. So in a moment of wisdom thats typical of those Mentos advertisements, I pulled the other rubber sole off in one tug, with a smug smile, feeling really smart and happy like all those mentos people after they take control of embarrassing situations of the same kind. Feeling in control, I dashed everywhere in my new rubber-soleless heels. Life was good, life was carefree, who needs 'em, them rubber soles?! But of course, everytime I get a wee bit too comfortable, tragedy strikes. This time it struck right after work when I was about to dash across the road, and anticipating the blinking green man to come on anytime. I was half-walking, half-running, and the next thing I knew, BOOM!, or SPLAT! or BOOMSPLAT!(cos I'm not too fat nor thin), there I was on my bum, looking at the world from down below. I was so stunned, I think I sat down there for quite a bit. Thank God, I was still on the pavement. I was expecting a loud ringing chorus of laughter, but I guess the Shenton way people and motorists(yes motorists!URGH!) were too polite to laugh.:S

The TRAUMA!

So NOW you know, why we need those rubber soles.

*This entry was about last friday, so outdated I know. Somehow it was saved as a draft.

kecoh

I am so bloody bored right now. There's really nothing to do at work! So I shall blog about yesterday. Yesterday was a hodge of podge of so many things and a few meet ups. Kai drove me to work, then spent half a day at work before heading for lunch with Kai at Tong Seng. Even had time for a little window shopping(hehe) before whisking off to Suntec City which Xin Yi(my fellow intern) and I ASSUMED would be the place where CommunicAsia 2007 is, (but more on that later).

So being near numerous fashion retail outlets, obviously we had to grace these shops with our presence right. So we window shopped ALOT, checked out the Mango sale which was a little overrated as usual. Found a few good deals especially their bags, but it was way too crowded, and so i gave up.

Oh and I honestly feel that Mango and the likes of it should have a sign that prohibits ALL BOYFRIENDS,HUSBANDS,FIANCE(S) from tagging around during a sale where oxygen is scarce, and the bitchiest place hath no bitchiness like a sale-crazy female's bitchiness , ok so much for trying to go shakespearean, well just know that the women are so bitchy! Clawing through the clothes, eyes darting anxiously across the shop trying to spot the prettiest dresses before zooming in on the price tag to decide which of the 2 following actions to execute: A) toss it aside and PUUUSH your way through to the next nicest looking top (hey, enough time's been wasted already!) OR B)sling it over your shoulder, WHO CARES if thats ur 296th top or if that 'slinging over' action smacks the unlucky person behind IN THE FACE. SALES. They bring the worst out of women.

Next was lunch-dessert(lunch for xin yi and dessert for me) at Delifrance, which was superb! Apparently if you order any main course, you can get dessert for $2! I chose this chocolate cake oozing with warm chocolate sauce, served with vanilla ice cream, which brought me to Cl0ud 21 and left me there for awhile.:) THAT good.

Then, we finally made our way to the Suntec City convention Centre ONLY to realise that the CommunicAsia 2007 exhibition was at EXPO! Bloody hell, why split the thing up and have forums at Suntec and the Exhibition far far away in Expo?! So we took a cab down and had to get World's queerest self accalimed failure for a taxi driver whose foot had the tendency to press the accelerator just a tad too much EVERYTIME he started whining or ranting about his (lack of) customers and the missing tourists and how this spells doom for singapore's economy. But atleast it was quite an exhilarating ride. >_<(i hate that face it looks like some squashed up butt)

So then we tawaf-ed(circled) the 6 halls of Expo and even talked to the Vice President of some company, and chatted with a few IT guys(*cough*GEEKS*cough*)- one of whom even tried to hit on me!;D But he was balding so, nvm. Ahahhaha! But it was quite an experience, trying to pose as a someone in the IT industry with name tag and all, when we're really interns. Everytime someone asks for my non-existent name card, silly excuses like" oh I forgot my whole stack in the office, Can you believe it?!" were offered as compensation. Oh, I even gave a fictitious number to that balding IT guy.

Next, met up with Hani at Suntec again. (the day before yesterday was spent with Ting yi at Suntec as well) I love how Hani with her brief but ever so insightful comments help me re-analyze this whole self-probing "phase"(as Susu calls it) that I'm going through right now. A little shopping again, and coffee from Starbucks (in the good ol' sophisticated paper cup package), the perfect ending to quite a hectic day.

emotional turbulence

I just returned from Tan Tock Seng with my mum, after visiting my grandfather. He looks a little better than he did yesterday, Alhamdulillah..:) Seeing him taken care of, and recuperating is comforting. A far cry from the state he was in last Sunday when he laid on the floor, weak, helpless and in so much pain, that only silence could describe its immensity. I will never be able to forget that moment. Seeing my grandfather the only father figure I've known lying helplessly on his side with his head inches from the metal dressing table, was both devastating and frustrating.
Heart-wrenching because this was a man who had done all that was possible to fill the void my father had left, with his pure grandfather's love and frustrating because I had not been there to prevent him from falling and because I could not get him back on his bed. In my frustration, I broke the all-time paramedics' Golden rule of not moving anyone who's just fallen, for I half-dragged, half-carried him with as much gentleness as I could afford, to get him back on his bed. Realising how weak he was, and how much weaker I felt when I could barely move him, proved to be one heck of an emotional moment. All in the same instant, I vowed to work on my arm muscles the next time, silently cursed at my other family members who didn't seem to be as concerned, and questioned God repeatedly of the fairness in the whole situation whilst furiously blinking tears away, whispering soft words of encouragement to my grandfather, praying that the tears didn't give away the emotional turbulence I was feeling.

Later when the paramedics' carried him away on that orange stretcher, and drove off, I realised I hadn't told him how much I loved him. There was this foreboding worry, for what if that had been the last chance for me to see him.
That night, I prayed to God, telling him that I wouldn't mind losing all my friendships, or even failing my exams the next time round, if it means that I can still have my grandfather. Childish trade offers driven by desperation, in the hope of stalling fate.

But thanks to Allah, I have had the chance to see my grandfather, and sitting down next to his hospital bed last night and again today, listening to him rattle on about how cruel the Japanese were during WW2, or of the "close" friendship my grandfather claims to have with lee kuan yew (all because their soccer teams had competed ONCE), or even of the incident long long ago, when my grandfather being the tell-tale that he is (READ:PREFECT), told on a couple he caught smooching in school, insisting that his doing had convinced the principal to do away with the co-ed system in school (yeah right!), fills me with so much joy and never fails to amuse me. :D My grandfather's damn cute lah. He's a darling!

I thank you, Allah for blessing me with such adorable and loving grandparents and apologise for questioning your doing. I know that Life has its ups and downs, and this is perhaps one of the trying moments you have had predestined for me. I pray for your forgiveness Ya Allah, for I am weak when it concerns my loved ones, and blinded by emotions, I often say things i don't mean. Guide me through these trying moments, and keep my grandparents in the best of health and close to you for these final years of their lives. And should it be time for them to go, let them leave in the best possible way, with minimal pain and suffering, and leave us with the fond memories of these 2 whom we will dearly miss.

space

I needed my space and I took it out on you. You know how when two people are so close, it feels like there is a need to spend every moment with him/her. Even if its for 30 minutes, or even if the journey to the place takes longer than the time you two are going to have with each other. Its like that between us. Yet at times, it gets a little stifling. Lately it has been overwhelming. I need my space and am sure you need yours as much as mine. I hate being dependant on anything or anyone, if I can help it. Now though it is as if I can't help but be with you nearly every minute of every day, be it on the phone with you, or physically next to you. Its nothing personal targeted against you, but really, a need to be alone at times. To hear my thoughts aloud, on my own. To breathe solidarity once in awhile and to set out and do all the things I've always wanted. Attend hip hop classes, go to the library and pore over books, take a slow stroll down Clarke Quay, visit art museums and HMV, all on my own. I'm not accusing you of invading my private space nor am I blaming you for robbing the opportunities to do all I want. I know more than anyone that if there is someone who is willing to sacrifice so that I can have my wish realised, that that person would be you. And I thank you for that, for loving me selflessly, for tolerating my impatience and irritating nature.
I merely want to free myself a little of this dependance that I have on you. I need to be alone at times, and not have to call you every moment I've got nothing to do. I feel as though I have gradually lost this independance, or even the comfort to be alone with myself.
So please, I hope that now atleast, you will come to realise that it was never personal. I never intended it to be, I just need you to understand me.

the day's escapade

Everytime i'm engaged in a conversation on MSN or busily blogging, i'd often look up to my screen to see a blank space, instead of the many words I had enthusiastically typed. And then, panic sweeps over me as thoughts of my keyboard being faulty surfaces in my mind, only to realise (the very next instant) that all this while I've been typing using my desktop PC's keyboard and not the laptop one. SHEESH. Dam stupid lah, haha n it gets me every time!

anywayy, met juz/juice n kai just now.. kai picked me up from work n we headed down to tm to meet juz. I swear tm seems to have so many great shopping deals! How come I never really noticed this before? I already have two dresses, one vintage brown leather bag, another black straw looking pseudo leather tote, n wedges in my list of items to get, okay lets revise that to "list of probable items to get". So excited. Its a pity I can't head down tomorrow itself, cos I'll be heading to school after work to help my chairperson with the posters. Oh well, saturday then! yayy!

anywayy ( ok i dunno why i always type 'anyway' with an extra 'y' at the end, guess cos it kinda drags the word 'anyway" so tt it sounds alot like the way i say it when i talk), why did i just explain that anyway? k stop with the 'anyways' already.

oh today my mum received ur gift susu. its the loveliest card n gift ever. She was completely touched :), and she even wrote a personal thank you note for u. I'll pass it to u the next time I see u, k?

Today I was just telling susu over the phone how i wanna go overseas with her, even if its just over the causeway or someplace further like genting or KL. And this was inspired by the news that my fellow ntu intern xin yi is travelling to Taiwan with her bestie min this july. So jealous! But so fun! The thought of travelling just with a close friend to someplace nice, and sharing this special experience of living together in an unfamiliar place that would really do wonders to strengthen that bond u'd share with her is thrilling! I can vouch for that anytime. Cos I've had the good fortune to travel to Melbourne with syaf for close to a month. It was an unforgettable trip, of course. Hitches along the way, but nothing a good friendship couldn't overcome. =) I miss that minah lah. Anyway see how I digress, the point of this recollection is really to bug susu for that overseas trip.

so susu, lets do it! woo hooo! Oh n this is sheepish, but cos Rihanna wrote this song for her bestfriend, I'm dedicating part of this song (only the meaningful n sensible parts, of course) to my best friend, you, SUSU.

You have my heart

And we'll never be worlds apart

May be in magazines

But you'll still be my star

Baby cause in the dark You can't see shiny cars

And that's when you need me there

With you I'll always share Because

When there's sunshine, we'll shine together

Told you I'll be here forever

Said I'll always be a friend

Took an oath I'ma stick it out till the end

Now that it's raining more than ever

Know that we'll still have each other

You can stand under my umbrella

You can stand under my umbrella

(Ella ella eh eh eh) :)

i love u girl. aww.

reflections of a 20 years lived Life

reflections of a 20 years lived Life

i feel tempted to switch back to livejournal. somehow blogspot seems too open for my taste. which is ironic really, considering how I thought that having a blogspot blog would really mean that I'm opening up, baring myself inside out, to be a free-er, more careless person, a lot like prying a tightly clamped oyster bit by bit. Because there'd be no luxury of protecting certain entries under the 'personal' or 'friends only' tab. But its not working, I just realised that the fact that I readily give my blog address to frens when they ask, makes me feel restricted, a tad worried and tensed, depriving me of my wish to blog freely. But it really isn't because I don't trust my friends enough. It really is because I am not fully comfortable with who I am just yet. I don't trust myself enough to want to share things about myself. Only very few ppl know me inside out. Even those who are dearest to me, know half, or at most three quarters of the person I really am. But perhaps, there is no such thing as knowing someone or one's self completely. Even the bestest of friends may know all the events in your life, but can they ever know who you really are? The second part of the previous sentence is in itself highly ambiguous. Do you know who you are? It may take years, even decades before you or I can claim to know ourselves. But even then, would that be an accurate interpretation? For we are constantly changing. At times, along this journey we call Life, we forget who we are, then for simplicity's sake, assume the most convenient or desired perception of the Self that is tempered to moderation for a touch of realism, merely to succeed in covincing ourselves that that is who we are. That we are who we claim we are.
Till this moment in my life, I can truthfully say that I still am far from certain of who I really am. But I kind of prefer being unsure than being blindly lured into believing a lie.

To soar beyond the self imposed inhibitions.

It's odd that I never even talked about my CAP for this sem. Maybe I was just trying to brush thoughts of it away. I got 3.5 which I guess is an improvement from my near pathetic 3.25 last sem, but still not there u know? Its not like I'm being bloody ungrateful or just plain dissatisfied, but like Thomas Fuller once said(he's a historian by the way), "Good is not good when better is expected". So here I am left a little like how I was at the end of the first sem, feeling sad, unaccomplished, and regretful. But vowing with a more earnest desire to get that 3.75 or 4 next sem, Inshaallah.
I wish I had it easy like some who can just dream some huge impossible CAP(READ: >4.7) that screams "UNATTAINABLE" and still reach it by the end of the sem. Maybe they're just smart, smarter than I am anyway. But you know its strange how you know deep within that you can set out to achieve whatever you want, but somehow always fall short (okay except for during the A levels). And then you recover, and convince yourself once again that this time it'll be different, that this time you're getting it,whatever it is you've put your mind to achieving. Its some vicious cycle, but I'm gonna free myself from it this time. (there we go again.) ok, FOR REAL.
Watch this space, one sem later for my morale boosting, all new revamped CAP. 3.75 atleast. Inshaallah, Amin.. =)

Bloated and happy

I'm happy. I really am. I feel loved, my stomach's full and bloated and I can't think of a single problem at this point (not that I want to, but I can't think of any anyway). Today has been a fast day at work, its already 5:11pm, another 49 minutes before i scoot, wee! Maybe cos its a friday.
And of course being a person who takes every possible chance to slack, here i am blogging. why? cos my boss francis is away, will leave for Hong Kong for a whole week. Not that he's a mean boss, in fact he's reali nice but bosses exude some kind of pressure and who (in the right mind) likes added pressure? So yes, life is super good. Kai was amazingly kind, sent me to work today, infact she reached my place at 8am only to have to wait for a whole 15 minutes cos I was barely ready for work. That sweet darling didn't even mind driving up to Macs to get breakfast for my grandparents(not that she wasn't reimbursed :P) but the whole point is, where do u get a person who volunteers to drive u to work(driving from tampines to kallang then to shentonway BEFORE finally heading to marine parade for work)ending up late for HER work and incurring monetary loss (READ: ERP and Petrol), WAITS for u to get ready for work and in the meantime gets breakfast for your family? Really,really awfully i-dunno-what-to-say-already sweet lah!! Kai ur an amazing person and even my pessimist and HUGE critic of a grandmother thinks so. :) Thank youuuu for being teh angel that you are and I will constantly pray for your happiness.

okay anywayyyy.. these couple of days I've been experiencing the dual growth and shrinkage effects. From what, you ask? From splurging on food, EXPENSIVE food which of course has caused the severe shrinkage of my bank account, and simultaneously caused my thighs, hips and did i mention thighs to grow by 27, 98 and 2789 inches respectively. SO i'm exagerating, but u get my drift. The first day I got the Burger King rendang meal($7) + Starbucks mocha frap($6) which positively stretched the walls of my stomach in all directions. The next day, it was Secret Recipe's set lunch for $14, not that I'm really complaining cos the food was really good and the stomach expansion from the previous day's lunch put it in good stance for just a little more expansion. I got the Vietnamese Noodles, Ice Lemon Tea(not the pokka or Yeos kind, but the home brewed kind) AND a whole big chunky chocolate cheese cake for $14. Today was relatively budget but I ate a whole plate of nasi padang with a good 2 dishes and bagedil and 2 muffins(choc orange peel n apple). I AM bloated. I swear if i had just one more muffin, heck just half, no one thousandth of a muffin more, that i will bloat up so much, I won't just float to the ceiling like Harry Potter's aunt Marge did, but up to the skies alongside all the fellow parashooters training for the national day parade. Maybe I should do that on National Day. Then atleast I'd get to watch NDP at Marina Square, and get an aerial view of the parade. hahahahah.

okay I'm talking rubbish. but anyway i'm still happy. OH, i just realised THIS, the super gorgeous $16 clutch I was talking about here was actually from WAREHOUSE and not miss Selfridge, my apologies for being sucha klutz!! Especially to xin yi who went to check it out! sorry babe!!!! :S I'm so blur lah sometimes. But u still love me, no? ;)

aaaaahhhhh 5 mins more till 6pm! wahlao. what a terrible slacker i am.

Happy Birthday Mummy

today marks the 53th birthday of the woman who shares the sacred number ONE pedestal in my heart (with my grandma), my mother of course.. And it was perhaps the saddest birthday yet.
it started off with her looking forward to opening our mailbox, to check for the birthday cards she might receive. I was running late for work, and just managed to kiss and wish her a happy birthday before rushing off downstairs to scribble messily my lengthy birthday wishes on an A4 sheet of paper turned birthday card, and stashing it hurriedly into the mailbox before making a beeline for the bus stop.
i felt bad for not being able to spend the day with her, but took comfort in the fact that she had plans to celebrate her birthday with a friend. all day long at work, ideas of where to take my mum for dinner were buzzing in my mind. I wanted to reserve 4 places at the straits kitchen(having already received my pay), but my mum being a firm disbeliever of trying new food places rejected the idea.
so anyway, i rushed home hoping to be able to bring her somewhere, and when i came home, there she was forlorn looking. i found out from my grandma that the 'friend' she was supposed to spend the day with bailed on her, didnt even have the cheek to apoloogise or call her. in fact he left her waiting at the agreed rendezvous. i am pissed beyond words.
to make it worse off, the cards my mother were expecting (the ones from the insurance agent, her workplace were nowehere to be found) i'd like to think they got lost in the mail somewhere, but we both know that they were never sent.

Just an hour ago, she was holding my messy, rushed low budget birthday card/paper in her hands, as she said, "This year, I've got no cards at all, just one from you".
To see a woman who means the world to you saying words like that, its crushing. seriously, i was so crushed to see that her birthday had possibly been one of the saddest days for her.
My mum's not a loner, but she's never had many friends. Her divorce with my father has left her an embittered individual, one who has vowed to see life the half glass empty way. Her recent friendship did most to redeem her from near depression and she was a gay woman once again, after so long.
Now, all that's gone to waste. I can just go say, "Fuck you mister, you who dares treat my mum like shit", but what difference would it make.

In the end though, I turned on my laptop and searched for the oldie malay songs she loves. Tried to get the lyrics down for her as well, creating a mini karaoke session. I saw a smile and at some point there were tears, tears that suffused in her eyes, that remained in her eyes,tears never cried.

Dear God, if there was one wish I could have granted, it would be for my mum's happiness. For her to be always happy. Mum, though you'll never read this, unless theres a war of sorts and this blog gets "discovered" like anne frank's diary, know that you're loved, beyond words by me.

entertainment

I've been reading numerous blogs of late, and I've come to realise that many people can blog pretty well. By pretty well, i mean they're able to strike the balance between humour and thought provoking content. And thats not too bad, especially since its good, FREE(need I explain further) entertainment for bored KPO individuals like me. Well, beats wikipedia anytime, except of course if u've got a hedonist of a blogger or one who belongs on the other extreme of the scale- a pure Loser, with a capital L for emphasis whose self esteem had escaped to Never-never Land NEVER to return again.

I guess thats why blogging is intriguing, no, no, NOT because self-lovers and self-haters unhaltingly rant about how great or terrible they are, respectively but blogging is appealing because its where movies meet reality show ( though even the notion of reality shows being "real" is debatable, BUT yes lets leave that for ANOTHER day). Its where you and I as readers get a chance to 're-live' the memories of bloggers, share their experiences, bask in their pride and learn from their mistakes(yes, yes too much optimism perhaps). But really, its a learning platform, life preparation crash course and perspective assessment tool all rolled into one. From news of new flea markets and best shopping lobangs, to the who-did-what reporting, who says blogging is a complete waste of time?!

So, let us hail the newest and most interesting form of entertainment today, and of course, the pioneers who keep it alive! :D

dear dear Diary..

i figured that if this is really going to take the place of my diary, that it should include all significant outings in my life. like those that have happened up to a week ago, so here goes, full updates for me to browse through at my fancy years down the road when i'm old and grey.

Vesak day(31.05.07) was spent with the bestest fren ever, susu! no matter how long we haven't met, every outing with her is always full of laughter and joy.and of course, what could make a good day better than heaps of shopping. okay, maybe not heaps, but sufficient shopping! nothing beats retail therapy, aye girls? and then we watched shrek 3 which was entertaining, there were moments which were hopelessly funny, the kind that will leave u laughing till ur stomache aches for quite a bit. :D

alright photos!

us with the many shopping bags.

And look at the centre pic, thats us with the damn cantik clutch we got from miss selfridge FOR (try not to be so jealous) a low LOW $16! :D yeayyy, i swear its gorgeous. i think we bought the last two on display, but u may want to check the store out if u like it, who knows they may have a few more stocked up.

next up: may babies birthday bash with tkg loves (yes that means me n lulu darling). That was on the 24th May, Thurs).

went to lorong kelapa( no i'm not pulling ur leg, thats seriously the street's name) and had tom yam and all that. food was delicious. But really, nothing could beat the company.:)

its been seven years now right girls, and who could forget the good ol' green pinafore days. they say the best days of ur life are during ur sec school days, and i'll raise a toast to that.

to u girls, its been amazing, a fulfilling seven years and needless to say we've pretty much watched each other grow. some doing things the others aren't fully agreeable to, but the friendships stayed strong and true and i'll cherish that.

the girls...

and their bday gifts for me =)(includes susu's gifts 2!)

ok, as for today, it was ok, finally got to watch pirates of the caribbean: at world's end (after 4 failed attempts to get tickets) only to miss 15 mins of the start, but well jack sparrow made up for that. he's charming lah. yes roll your eyes for all i care, but u've got to agree with me on that.

okay i'm off to catch my beauty sleep, hahaha tmr's an early day, gotta distribute anti-dengue pamphlets to the fellow residents in my area. - who says i'm oblivious to my national duties- alritey, my fellow citizens (CHEESY),i'm now off to sweet dreams of jack sparrow, i bid u all a fair night!