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2008-05-23T21:30:00.002+08:00

very sadly, u cant choose who u are. you can only choose what you want to be. hahahas..how ironic..again there's something wrong with me again. Its ok ill live on and improve. Gosss mans...im scared, lost and need a sense of direction. I seriously love everybody!!for all the help rendered.many loves:)

2007-09-01T13:12:00.000+08:00

Yep now that its almost over, I can say this is probably the most pathetic week of my life. I feel damned to write this because I want to forget everything but I think if I didn't it'll be damned because I can no longer keep this crap to myself and I just have to whine.

1. Monday - Tried to make a start on my law pass/fail paper but gave up after staring into space for an hour not being able to figure out how to even make a start. Should've studied for econs instead X_x Felt guilty for stealing a place in the grp during the econs tutorial.

2. Tuesday- Guilt gone away. Spent the whole day figuring out how to do wednesday's accounting tutorial qs. Once again, whatever it was didn't balance and i had no clue what i was doing.

3. Wednesday - Had to complete the pass/fail paper for submittion on Thursday. Only finished at 7.30am on Thursday and had about 3 hrs of sleep before going to submit it . Usually my mum helps me with the manual accounting stuff and my dad helps me with the ethics part. But he was leaving tomorrow so I was just sitting there totally lost.

4. Thursday - Went throuh the qs for the pass/fail qs during the tutorial. I didn't identify the correct issue. The worst part is that I think everyone else got it and I really think I got to rewrite it. SHIT! Came back and had to do business stat homework to be submitted on Friday. Again, I don't know why I got so stupid this week. I couldn't figure a single way to do the qs. I guess this was the real low point because I could probably still tell myself its ok you didn't get the law qs right on first go because I'll have a chance to rewrite it and its new for me. But this is different. I'm no mathetician or super genius, I just think its weird that I read the qs and couldn't figure out how to solve it. Somehow when it comes to doing math, I tend to figure out a way to do something, this time I didn't and I really couldn't at all. I got so disgusted at myself. I was also stressing because i knew that I had an exam at 4pm on Friday.

5. Friday - Woke up early after sleeping for just 6 hrs only has 3hrs the following night, i was DEAD tired. After hours of working on the 3 qs for business statistics, I managed to conjure up some crap working just for the sake of submitting it, I finished at 12pm. Then I realised I had 4 hrs to study for my mid year econs exam. NICE! As I was rushing to get everything I need before leaving the house, the little hole of the button from my favourite jacket got hooked onto the floral iron pattern which is part of the stairs, I was rushing so the impact of getting hooked there threw me back and I landed flat on my back. It could've been worst, i was lucky to shake of the little bit of pain real fast. Then in the car, as I was studying, my mum was asking me if I was OK non-stop because she saw it and she just couldn't believe I was not in pain. As i was busy studying, I was pissed then I decided to explain the whole thing to her once and for all. As I was telling her the button hole got hooked to the stairs, I looked down to my jacket and I nearly wanted to cry. It was fucking torn!!!! This was the jacket I bought only 2 days before leaving Singapore and I went back to Queen's Cputure so many times just to convince myself i should get the jacket though i found it ex. Now theres a 5cm tear and I was really feeling the pinch, my mum was telling me that things happen for a reason and i can always find a better one, "its black, no one will notice it". Oh gosh, I didn't even want to say anything. "Yay shopping time" was the last thing on my mind. All I could tell her in the end was "imagine if your favourite handbag had a defect somewhere and you got it not long ago. People probably won't notice the defect unless they pay attention but that simply isn't the point". I dropped off at the student admin office to pay $60 since 31 aug was the last day to make all payments and while the student admin office ladies are really polite and helpful, their laid-backness was killing me. I was already dying from everything that came down on me this week and their "work-on-friday" attitude wasn't going down well with me or anyone else in the 5 people queue. They were cracking jokes as they were helping out, at that time I wished I was served by some pissy but efficient Singaporean. So after sorting out all that stuff, it was 2pm and from that time till 3.45pm was all that time I had to study for a mid yr exam. Yes 1 hr and 45 mins for 6 topics I had never really made much preparation for. By the end of it, I guess its obvious as to how I was felt.

Today - Last night, I was reflecting on what a shitastic week it was, to say that I'm not happy is really an understatement. But I tried to keep as positive as possible and told myself that I would have a great driving lesson on Saturday. Lessons here aren't anythign like Singapore, I have so much fun and my instructor is cool. However all the stress and deadlines over the past few days made me forgot all about the appointment time I made with my instructor. I thought it was in the afternoon. Then, this morning at 10.30am I got a call from the driving school telling me that i missed my 10am lesson and since no cancellation was made, I had to pay for this missed lesson the next time I see him. I couldn't believe what she said!! So now I'm sitting in front of my mac looking feeling like not even a thousand shots can console me from this miserable week. I'm so tired(maybe25hrs of sleep in total since monday night) and so annoyed -thats why I can't sleep and I guess I really have to complain all about it here because expressing my unhappiness on facebook just isn't enough.

I don't know whats going on, I tried my best in everything this week, sacrificed sleep, stayed away from msn(only chatted to michy for few minutes here and there) and just worked and worked. Did that left out guy cursed me? Well if its becase of my so called "wrong doing" then i guess I really believe that what comes around goes around. Or maybe im the sort of person who doesn't get anywhere by trying so hard, afterall I'm a slacker. I could say being a hardworker this week is so out of my element. Well things should get better from here, if next week is worst I'll be flying myself to Malaysia to see a bomoh to work some black magic on me because I'm not convinced that my luck can get any worst than this. BLEH!

2007-08-12T15:07:00.000+08:00

Today is a typical boring Sunday for me. I still don't have my laptop and the computer at the study isn't working. Its six more days till my dad comes along with my laptop, the recovery cd to repair the computer at the study and all my music cds which I miss as much as the food in Singapore.

While being busy(not so) getting by uni life, I'm working hard at trying to find a house suitable for me to stay. I think since I'll be getting a car and a proper license soon, I'm no longer looking exclusively at accomodation in Crawley but nearby areas like Subi, East Perth or Nedlands as well. So it'll be a busy week when my dad comes down.

I was also reading the comments posted on my last blog and I just wanted to wish Inessa the best of luck for her driving test on 22. Its my birthday and hopefully good luck will rub on her. My mum is also really worried because I'm doing my test in October and she thinks I don't know the roads well here so she made me do some formal lessons. I had 2 lessons so far. And really theres nothing to worry about Nessa. You're a much better driver than I am and my instructor basically said that the few important things are not to go above the speed limit or >10km/h under and if theres a stop sign, just make sure you stop. I think the only rule which i had completely no idea about was when I proceeded to go straight at the round-about and he told me that while a lot of road users don't do it, its required in the test and that is to signal left when going straight at a roundabout. Personally I think that is quite silly on top of that, if there really is a left turning and a straight road at the roundabout, you'll still have to indicate left but only after your car passes the left turning so as to not mislead the drivers behind to thinking that you're going left when you're actually going straight. Confusing I know and I don't know whats the point of doing that. But I thought you should know since there are plenty of round-abouts here.

2007-08-06T21:57:00.000+08:00

Sheesh, its already the third week of uni life and I don't actually feel that I've learnt much at all. I do complete all my homework and attend all the compulsory sessions for my units. I wonder if uni life really is so much less stressful or maybe I'm just not giving enough. Are other people doing much more than me? I haven't go a clue honestly. But my impression from the tutorial sessions is that everyone is pretty damn smart. Or maybe I've not really been surrounded by people of that calibre till now. All that aside, I'm still clubless and pretty much free every single day excpt for that few odd tutorials and driving. Maybe I should find something more.. hmmm fitness first? A JOB *Puke*? giving tuition?? crashing lectures for the hell of it? Hmmm... well all that plus im in Perth.

2007-07-23T18:53:00.000+08:00

Once again, my life is in total trauma. One, I didn't mange to get a flight before the 18th and I'm probably the latest to enrol. I stepped into the office and right away everyone who was serving me went "You're Marilyn aren't you?". Then next was a zig zag game between one faculty to another and back to the same office. To make things better, I screwed up the enrolment of units. I now am enrolled into 4 units for semester 2 and I have an additional invalid one which is creeping me out shitless because I still see lecture and tutorial times for that unit on my timetable. I have no clue whats right, whats wrong. Hell! I don't even know what the fuck I'm suppose to do. I feel quite dumb now I'm actually laughing at myself. To think that I was still watching movies and going out shopping just 2 days ago. What a turn around, this is a HUGE HUGE reality check.

I'm now forcing myself to stay positive and drinking some drink tea because it does good stuff to your stress levels - what and how exactly I don't know. Not to mention the major lack of sleep over the past few days. Probably less than 8hrs for 2 days, thats around 4 hrs of sleep each of the past 2 nights on average. It sucks even more when you get photographed for a uni card after that much sleep and coming straight off a morning flight and endless redundant errands like picking my cat back from the Pet Hotel, buying groceries and looking for nearby accomodation. Its just so embarrassing till the point I rather have my one year old baby fat stuffed rashy face shown ion that card. I'm so tired but I can't sleep because I can't make any sense of my timetable and my unit enrolment problem is making me paranoid.

Help PLEASE? How would this to my manic subject changes and year downgrade in high school? That was a pinch, this is suicide!!!!

2007-07-17T02:00:00.000+08:00

So I ate dinner with the PLC people at Oosh. Unluckily, I took a wrong step after getting out of the room and my whole left foot got soaked by the little side water feature that runs along the restarant. I now have a little swollen blister on my very last toe and its just bloted with water probably because of all that soaking. Guess what I'm using to burst it?? Answer : My primary school ancient set square thingey. I forgot whats that called. Someone help me out here. That instrument used to construct circles. God forbid I get an infection tomorrow!

2007-07-16T00:48:00.000+08:00

This is sad. I'm leaving in 2 days and the chances of Sasha, Iris, Michy and Tracy all getting together with me for a last meal seems almost impossible. Not to say, I haven't packed a single thing, my room is in a mess, I still have lots to buy, I haven't gone for my haircut and my laptop isn't here yet. Looks like my father will have to bring it all over for me later.

MORE IDIOTICNESS!
I was out at Orchard HMV and I decided to listen to some music that was on the display rack. I'm so damn sure I pressed for the right CD, and after listening to the first song. I decided it was so damn good was going to get the album. On the way home, I was getting excited because all I wanted to do was to open it and play it. But after listening to the first few minutes of it. I realised it was a complete mistake! Not mine certainly, I didn't even know the band at all! I read "GHOSTS - the world is outside" as I listened on and thought what a great first song and album. I'm so disappointed that HMV would wrongly label the music or have the wrong CD in the player. I have no idea. Thank goodness I don't find this band GHOSTS horrible. But I'm going back to find out that song and the right album. I must get it before I leave.

2007-07-08T21:41:00.000+08:00

2 weeks before the start of their university life, I don't think either Gilly, Bibie or Inessa was sitting at home watching TV while wondering where they should go at the back of their heads. Crazy but true this is my case and I'm inflicting more and more anxiety onto my parents as the days go by answering "I'm undecided" to the classic question - "So where are you going?"

Despite 6 long months of free time, all that I have done was narrowed down 3 possibilites to 2. Sounds quite typical for a world class procrastinator like me but university isn't like a project where my vision is clear but any action would be left to the 11th hour. I seriously have no clue. I can't put either UWA or Monash ahead of the other. Judging by how much my parents would love me to go to in WA, I believe property agents have already been contacted in search of a suitable accommodation around Crawley. the thing is, there's more to that than just accommodation, I don'think finding property in Melbourne would be that difficult either, I know Bibie has a fantastic place. Whether I choose UWA or Monash, I know I'll have some form of downtime company outside uni life. Melbourne maybe further away from Singapore but Perth sure isn't as vibrant as the former. Comments and persuasions from both sides have swayed me left, right and centre. But I know by now everyone is sick of my indecisiveness except Michy. I think she's excited to know my answer. Afterall, she's the lucky ducky with a full gap year:D I won't even be surprised if I wake up over the next few days and just decide to go on gap and start early in 2008. Till now, absolutely nothing is definite. But a few signs have come along just today. I was up all night searching on property on both states and as I flipped through the papers today, I saw Perth as the main feature of the real estate investment segment and right smack at the top was "Crawley - Affluent suburb with new projects" as if some inner force was working its way to give me some direction. Weird coincidence huh?

While that is my biggest concern, I know there are mountain loads of things to get done before I go abroad and I'm already forgetting some of them so I think I strat with a list right here

-Bigger Luggage
-More clothes especially for cold weather
-Visa card as promised by my father
-Glut out to all the good food in Singapore
-Accommodation
-Remind my father to renew my PDL
-New mobile phone since my current one is fucked
-Hang out more with Sasha, Tracy, Michy, Iris, Gillian..
-New laptop bag because my new laptop won't fit into my current laptop bag
-Shoes
-HAIRCUT. My hair is getting hideous
-LOTS of moisturisers since my skin gets yucky over there

I know theres so much more. It doesn't end here because I know I'm going to need more especially for my apartment over there. Its basically a whole lot of shopping and I quite hate shopping especially when I don't have the mood to do so. I'm glad my mum is back.

On the other hand, it feels pretty weird to have the house all bright, today and a little noisier after months of peace and quiet between both me and my dad sometimes even more when he's overseas. As predicted, my mother took a hard time to settle back in. The moment she saw the study area, I knew her first words would be not too nice. In fact she got to the job right away 2hrs after coming out of the airplane and destroyed the "twin towers" my father created from all the bills, letters, prospectuses, newsletters and so on. I feel quite sad now, it was quite cute to see 2 talls stacks of papers. This is how it looks like now, there will be no sight of paper in a matter of hours.

Aside from all those, I also just remembered how important it is that I transfer all my saved files on my computer and backed up files on the cds to my new laptop. Seeing the delivery truck over the next few days is the one thing I look foward to the most!! I can't wait to receive my MacBook Pro. Its not exactly what I wanted after so much talk, my father agreed to get me the one with a 2.4ghz processor but I would have to settle for the 15' one istead of the 17'. What can I do? He's not going to like the bill when it comes though. I did give in on the size but not on the upgrades. I increased the memory size from 2GB to 4GB and the drive speed from 5400rpm to 7200rpm and that amounted to way more than the price of a 17'. He's not going to be happy at all. But I don't change my laptop as often as he does and it'll be so much better to have more space to load my music rather than me bringing a boxful of my cds over there considering there's more important things I need. Maybe telling him that my decision to go to UWA would ease a little of that anger but for now its up in the air.

2007-07-03T14:00:00.000+08:00

I just read this and I'm laughing so hard now..

M:ewwwwww. hoodie with a dresss… eeeewww how sk8-errr grrrl can ya gitzz? hahahhaha.

freeneonmeals - July 2nd, 2007 at 11:34 pm

If it helps, I nearly wore my black converse shoes. I just didn't have enough time to put them on because my dad was already attracting unnecesary attention by hitting the car horn the same rate at which dollie makes bubble tea od' skool stylzzz.

2007-07-03T00:49:00.000+08:00

LONG ENTRY... WARNING!!

Bibie Wong (no network) wrote
at 3:03am on June 29th, 2007
haha... lizard=jing-jok.. just tell me if u wanna know more or sth..hehe.. :)

I have to give credit to Bibie for refreshing my memory which is almost on the brink of stagnating after months of slacking. I just attended yet another wedding dinner on Sunday. Its probably my fourth one this year and I'm sure if my mother was here in Singapore, she would have never let me step out of the house wearing what I wore there. Well, I wouldn't even be needed to accompany my father if she was around. I wasn't exactly shabby or wearing my usual t-shirt and jeans but I was the only one in the whole swissotel ballroom wearing a black hoodie jacket. I'm sorry if you're gawking as you read this in disgust. Actually there's more disgusting stuff I'll be talking about later. Hang in my tough friends, I've omitted pictures and videos to keep it PG-13;D

While I was cognizant of my sloppy attire by wedding dinner standards, I didn't feel terrible about it as one normally would be. My father insisted on leaving early due to his horrible sense of direction and fear of not getting a parking space. Instead of wallowing in angst throughout the cocktail reception, I spent that time wisely sorting my agendas over the next 2 weeks before I had to leave Singapore and start university life. The excitement over the things to come had tided me through the uneasiness of being out of my comfort zone at a very alienating place that nearly lasted an hour. I'm not exaggerating the circumstances of that night. I don't hate wedding dinners outright. I enjoyed the first wedding I went to this year. Though I had no close affliiations to the bride and groom, I was sitting with my cousins and close relatives. The rest was pretty mch downhill. The last wedding was my third straight "father's friend's daughter's/son's wedding". While I'm familiar with the faces of the people sitting with me, its extremely perplexing. They are usually my father's business partners and their wives/husbands. Believe me, I have questioned my father many times. I have given up wondering why he would ask me to tag along with him on such occasions.

Fortunately, the good energy that I have pointed out in my early entry did seem to rub on me at that time. I was appeased despite the awkwardness and answered all the typical pre-university questions that I normally detest with some level of enthusiasm. Afterall, I'm not that far away from starting soon. I'm definetely in a positive frame of mind for an upcoming chapter in my life and I hope when I leave Singapore, my friends here will be in that spirit as well:D

At the end of it all, my half a year break is nearly up and I think it was time well spent. Sure there were some days that felt uneventful but in all it was fulfilling.
I spent 2 weeks in Dubai, 1.5 weeks in Bangkok, 1 week in Melbourne watching the F1 Grand prix and catching up with Bibie, 1 day in Sydney to meet Gilly then back to Perth to visit my sisters and mother then a sudden crisis call from Bibie in Melbourne and within 24 hrs, I was back in Sydney just after leaving the city 3 days before. It was incredibly tiring going from one state to another and then back again, but just hanging out with my ex roommates for a few days and travelling with them as my guide and crashing lectures was fantastic! Bibie+Gillian+me in Sydney, who knew that would happen! All in all including my second australian trip, I've spent about 1.5-2 months travelling and though I missed out on Europe, I still travelled and it was one of the main things I wanted to do.

I feel a little disappointed that I won't be able to take my driving test here since I'll be gone in August, but thankfully all those lessons and theory tests won't go down the drain. I will extend my PDL and pass my test in Australia. Certainly, converting wont be a problem. I can't wait to drive legally. LOL! I'm a better golfer now and I'd miss my golf lessons but I hope I won't lose my current swing. Though I only did a few crash courses for french, I had enough slack time to watch some movies and do self study to become more fluent at french, I read all the books I bought in Australia which I didn't read due to the TEEs and I invested a lot of thought into what I wanted to do since my interest areas are very broad.I no longer feel like theres a cloud of doubt in terms of the areas I want to study. A few other things that kept me away from the slack zone was being forced out to dinners and going cycling with my dad, helping Sasha and Iris with their projects which was so much fun, don't know if they would say the same thing since they have the pressure.

So anyway jobless, slacker.. whatever you call it. I think I had a great break and I can't wait to start uni! If I had a job or had gone on gap to volunteer at some rainforest in South America I would have the liberty to dispel any ideas of being a slacker. I guess slacking is simply part of my nature, but I feel I've done enough to feel and say I've done something and also spend time with Sasha, Tracy, Iris... all of whom I have not hung out with as much being in Australia for the past 2 years. Their lives have changed somewhat and I only started to take it all in. Its entirely different meeting up with michy and the whole gang face to face than chatting on MSN. And of course, being around to taste the great food I missed out on after being subjected to boarding house food for 2 years. I don't know anywhere else in the world where you can get good italian, international, japanese, indian, chinese, thai, local cuisine without needing to drive for more than an hr to get to. I'll miss Singapore for all this. Its bittersweet to the max!

So that was what I contemplated over about the way I spent my life for the early half of 2007. If you didn't give it a shit, don't be bitter for wasting that few minutes of your life reading it or the fact that it made you lose brain cells. I'm stopping right now.

Here's a little gross incident I experienced today - I am capable of eating a box of kiwis as my boarding house pals know. I have ate 12 at a go before, maybe more. But what happened today was a first time for me. My father cut about 2 kiwis for me and they tasted great but I found the seeds real sharp and as I ate them they were huting my the inner part of my mouth till they went numb. I still kept eating piece by piece till it was finished. 10 minutes later, I went to shower and I finally regained some feeling in mouth and after a few gargles of water, the kiwi taste was gone. but I wasn't just tasting saliva at that point. I kept swallowing a few times and I knew something didn't taste right. I took a gulp of water again, gargled and spat out the water. *I swear I've never spat out such bloody water since I forced one of my teeth out DIY style in primary school*. Hahaha! I laid off the gargling for a while to wash my hair and by the time all the shampoo was gone, without effort I spewed out blood almost like a vampire. I basically tasted blood full on for 10-15 minutes, even after one swallow, the next swallow would still be concentrated blood it was bleeding that terribly then. I think if i had a plastic cup and let all the blood drip into it, it'll would've covered a good 3mm in height. If I had a video of all the blood I spat out with or wihtout water, I think any faint hearted person would've gone soft. Even now if i try placing my tongue near that spot and swallow, I can still taste blood. I know this is a weird story and some of your reactions would be "see a doctor idiot!", "why did I read this?" or "what a cool story:)" but ultimately I wanted to shar this because I've never had this experience/injury despite eating 6 times more kiwis than what I ate just now. Perhaps I was really savouring every bite and crushing every small tiny black seed which cut my mouth bit by bit as I chewed, no wonder I found the kiwi so sour/salty which I love btw. It was essentially kiwi juice + blood. But this is a first time and the moral of the bloody*no pun intended* story is food can taste better when infused with a particular body condiment.

I'll elaborate further if you care to read. On monday, I ate at an Indian restaurant and everyone on the table except moi was digging in to the naans and curries with the hands. All of them were saying "the food taste better when you use your hands because the salt from your pespiration will season the food!". I understand that it was purely a joke in effort to make me stop looking like a fool for using my blunt knife to cut up the naan. I just laughed it off and remained adamant about getting my hands and fingers dirtied. I may be a skeptic of that theory, but sure many people who appreciate using their hands to eat would beg to differ. Nonetheless, I came up with my own fruit theory which runs along similar lines to that pespire-salt theory.

[Making the effort to crush every tiny black seed in your mouth when you chew on your piece of kiwi may cause serious bleeding for about a period of time and maybe a sore mouth too after eating a few, but your blood compliments the juices within the kiwi andwill enhance your kiwi eating experience!]

2007-06-29T02:00:00.000+08:00

Now I know why I've been so upbeat this whole week! Despite the silly wedding dinner I have to attend on Sunday, Gilly will be back tomorrow. I'm so desperate to go back to Home Club!!!! Gillian, can you hear me???

2007-06-28T00:31:00.000+08:00

Yucks!!! Why are there so many lizards in my house???? Are my cats getting lazy? Are they coming out of the two holes drilled from my room ceiling? The worst thing is that the ones I've seen crawling around are rather tiny. I hope they don't grow up in my house or decide to settle here and increase their population.

Dear lizards,

With all due respect, 2* ***** Avenue is a human habitat built for people; namely the Teo family. Lately, I've some of you hanging around the compound even in my room. With all sincerity, I would like you all to leave. I, in no way am "Anti-Gecko". This plea I'm making to you is truely from the kindness of my heart. Staying here puts you in high risk of endless cat chases, broken tails and in even worse cases blood shed. Barbossa, my 9 month old cat is active and scary as his name suggests, he even freaks some of my fellow human visitors. His main lurking area is in the garden and first floor. My 9 yr old cat Ginger, may be a tad bit slower and weaker than Barbo but she has slayed a bunch of your relatives, pretty and ugly birds, cockroaches, bees(yes, its true), beetles and even a bunch of garden snakes in a single lifetime. Her 9 yr loyalty to us has earned her the right to every corner of the house including my room. I hope you don't see this as a threat, this is the reality and not far beyond my house there are fantastic grounds for your inhabitance. There's a bushy area beside the Park connector with lush greens that is quite a rare sight these days or if you fancy something more orthodox, the back of Laguna golf course is also just a 10 minute glide through the longkang. You may even meet your larger counterpart - the monitor lizard of whom are adored by golfers and neighbours when they make their rare appearance near the housing area.

I wish you all the best. Allez lizards!!

Regards,
Marilyn

2007-06-25T23:38:00.000+08:00

I am falling in love with blogging again it seems. In fact I feel so upbeat about this whole week for some reason and its just incomprehensible. My friends are back in poly studying, I have a wedding dinner to attend and I'm not a wedding person and there's really nothing special to look foward to. Hmm, maybe there's a surprise over the next few days that will eventualy unfold. I hope:D

I'm even taking most of my dad's crap pretty well. We went out to boat quay for dinner today with his 3 expat friends. I didn't voice any complains even though he kept dumping mutton which I absolutely hate and other food onto my plate. It didn't even end there! Unfortunately, our restaurant was geographically placed right next to the boat ride booth and since we were sitting by the quay, it would only take 10 steps to get on the boat or 3 more jugs of beer for me to get tipsy and fall into the waters. So after we finished our food, he decided to get me on the boat ride with his english friend whom I have never ever met before. I tried to flaunt the ticket around to his 2 other friends. It didn't work as they are real settled expats who have been on the boat ride 10 times or more. On top of that they have a plentiful supply of free whistles that the tour guides on the duck tours give away for correct answers to their questions, I think they're even better than the tour guides! Convincing my father to go was pretty useless too, he went off to the toilet at the right time. So when the boat came, I had no choice but to get on it. The ride wasn't that bad afterall and his friend was cool. His memory is like a high tech super microchip, he still remembers singapore since the first time he came 20 years ago and now on holidays, he is still familiar with street names and places even I struggle to name. The weather wasn't unbearable either but the noise of the motor and his strong english accent didn't go well for my hearing and understanding.

So I'm now back home and I probably will do some shopping over the next few days because I have attended 3 wedding dinners this year and wore almost the same thing everytime. I hate wedding dinners, the attire and the fact that the food dumper a.k.a my father sits next to me and brings up the most ridiculous things about my life and the quirky anecdotes to our table mates.

2007-06-25T16:34:00.001+08:00

Dear me! Last post since february? Haha, what a laugh. Nothing much has changed since then, I just got way more lazier, nocturnal and duller. I don't think there's much to say about my day to day business, stick around I'll probably have more to write when I start university. I know its still more than a month away, but I'm already having pre-university anxieties! At this point, I'm still not firm about where I want to go or what I want to study. I think the admissions officer probably had a great time chuckling as she read my course preference list. Something along the lines of

1. Bach of Commerce
2. Bach of Business (banking)/ Bach of Business(Finance)
3. Bach of Business / Bach of Arts
4. Bach of Arts

I think the arts faculty probably freaked out more. Like who is this person!?! She must be living in the twilight zone? Commerce, business then arts? I think I even stated computer and mathematical sciences in the preference list for one other university.

I want to write more but my father is pestering me over the phone to go cycling at ECP with him. I'll go more into living with my father the next time. He influenced me a little, I almost followed the whole EPL season, I play some golf and I eat fruits at night but the whole picture is not that simple. There are some aspects of his lifestyle that I don't adhere to and vice versa. Sometimes its funny, most of the time it frustrates the shit out of me. And I better go because he is now at the doorstep of my room grimacing and pushing me to stop procrastinating and go cycling as I smile and type this final sentence.

2007-02-03T01:25:00.000+08:00

Its not even the week before Chinese New Year and I have already ate 5 over boxes of CNY goodies. As kind as my relatives are, they had quite a good laugh of my incessant CNY goodie appetite.

"So when New Year comes how? No more kueh taht, love letters. If people come and you finish everything by then you think they want to give you red packet?", Stupid aunt.

Marilyn's subconcious mind: These people are the ones that don't contribute much to my red packet earning tally so why the hell are they telling me this?!?! Their own mother baked one box of tarts for me *specially made for Marilyn-> Pineapple tarts w/o the pineapple because granny's tart pastry is so good and putting that mushy shrivelled dry fruit on it will ruin its taste. I don't even intend to offer them the empty box. I'll return it to grandma and maybe next yr I'll get 2 Anthlene milk tins full of tarts instead of just 1. Haha!
Anyway, whats with elderly people drinking Anthlene *sp? milk? They don't look a single bit tasty. I think i'd still prefer milo then. N even if i have to drink milk, I'll do whatever it takes to steer clear of those powder types.

I somehow have this bad bad feeling that CNY this yr is going to be so crap. My father will be going to Vietnam for 2 days only. Of course if I meet up with Gilly and Michy, I'm going to do a lot of complaining. I can't believe how irritating he is.

Caller Id - 654577... Shit Dad's calling! Most of the time i'm either in my room and so I actually have this book beside my phone. Here are the details

Page 1 : So have you called Khalid to arrange....
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Page 2 : Do you have a job?
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Page 3 : Do you have any tutor numbers in Perth?
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And basically below each heading is a bunch of ways to counter his same old questions. He thinks I'm bumming at home. Cest tort! I've actually learnt quite a lot about flash and I've revived a handful of web designing techniques which i lost over the years. I'm having problems with the hosting company which is fine considering that they are at least replying my mails and addressing my probs.
Here's the proof:

*You can also see I've been trying to make money online too, lol!*

Besides my french is getting better! Ok fine TV is great too. Anyone who doesn't watch Anthony Bourdian's No resevations or Heroes is missing out and a bit of Oprah won't hurt. Haha!

From today's dinner, I also found out lots of his overseas pals are coming down to Sg from this Sunday till CNY. So I'm crossing my famously grothesque fingers that I'll be excluded from the socialising since I'm sick of telling people about my Uni plans and playing pool and I hope my Dad loves them more than me during that time.

2007-01-11T05:28:00.000+08:00

It feels quite good to be relaxing at home after spending most of the past 2 weeks away in Bangkok. Though the trip took out so much energy off me, I managed to keep up my hectic life since getting back. Just 2 hrs after getting up from a 13 hr sleep, Sasha called to tell me that she was coming over to get the project done. We spent about 5hrs on it and got it done eventually. It might sound damm cheesy -"Ever seen your feet smile?" but there's no way in the world anyone can fail her. It looks really decent I think.

Anyway, I don't think things will slow down for me just yet considering the fact that Party girl Donatella will be in Singapore tomorrow and I'll be leaving for Dubai next week. I still have a ton of things like Bibie's project and driving+golf lessons which must be done somehow. Who knows? July will come sooner than most people think. I say july because as it is of now, I'm quite set to apply for Monash's Bachelor of Business and Commerce in the July semester. The best thing about it is that Bibie will be there and hopefully we can continue on Rabbitwithalice.

2007-01-02T03:45:00.000+08:00

I just got back from a 5 day Bangkok trip. The funny thing was that my flight was scheduled to leave at 6.15pm and I was still at the driving range practising my swings at 4.30pm. I think I was the last to check in but I still made it nonetheless and I had great fun for the first few nights.

Just as everything was going to plan, fate decided to put a cross against my first ever New Years countdown at Bangkok. At around 6pm yesterday, Kan, Donn and I were looking down from the overhead brigde at the huge crowd at Central and it was only 6pm. We went in the building for our dinner and just as we were imagining being crushed by the crowd outside when we finally finish dinner, Bibie who was having dinner with her family at the Hyatt just next to the hotel we were at called to tell us about some bombs. Yep, while we were eating Peking duck and suckling pig.. After stuffing food down our stomachs course after course, our final main dishes came out and then..another call. MORE BOMBINGS. After dessert, we realised it wasn't meant to be. Organisers cancelled the event, Bibie's mum was paranoid and refused to let her hang out and I was pissed. The travelling experience of getting back from dinner to Kan's was almost Perth like. No life, no lights, no people, light traffic and that was 1.5hrs before 12midnight on 31 Dec. The irony!

We got back and decided to drown in our miseries by singing Karaoke. The clock finally stuck 12 and there I was in kan's Karaoke room wearig PJs saying Happy New Year. Even typing this now makes me want to cry..lol! But then 5 minutes later, anoter call came. "MORE BOMBS".. "COUNTDOWN AREA".. "PHONE BOOTH OUTSIDE OUR HOTEL". We were just there and planned to be there. All of a sudden, being in PJs and chilling at a safe place seemed so good.

Well, the trip was still fun though. There were lame and tacky moments which will never be discussed even when I'm dead drunk and the only reason I'm back in SG is because of my driving test and skin appointment. It is highly likely that I'll be back in BKK in 2 days time on the 3rd. Hopefully, I'll meet up with Bibie this time. We hung out for less than 2hrs the whole time I was there. PITY! I'm not going into details of my father's reaction when I told him I wanted to fly back to the place that was bombed just 2 days after spending time there. But seriously I have plenty of excuses,

-Mum and company are going
-Airfares rock during back to school periods.
-I still have thousands of baht.
-I barely met Bibie
-I LOVE BKK!

Theres a few more, but these just sum it up. Maybe I'll get some others to tag along and post pics the next time round too!

2006-12-26T13:11:00.000+08:00

On the first hr of Christmas my liver cried to me,

1 cuppucino,
2 glasses of white wine,
3 glasses of red wine,
1 glass of latte,
1 brandy soaked pudding.....

1.... Lycheetini.......

3 glasses of red wine,
few tequila shots and
baileys thats so strong.

and my poor liver wants to kill me!

2006-12-21T01:10:00.000+08:00

The monsoon weather is actually pretty depressing. No golf, laziness kicking in, tranport troubles and boredom. I'm quite happy to know that Bibie is looking foward to my possible BKK trip. Though there are important things coming up like my driving theory test, Bibie's *project* and my Dubai trip, things are going to get boring in Singapore post christmas. The sucky part is, I'll go to BKK looking like a fat ass (not like I don't here already), it sunk in hard when Tracy started complaining that she's on the brink of hitting 50. MON DIEU! To top that off, she's the one calling me to remind me about Michy's exercise plan which I thought would benefit me greatly. What Irony! Miss Skinny happens to be the most enthusiastic. Michy and I have switched roles a little in this. She's become the call dodger and the little alien no one knows a heck about. Very strange... even stranger, I took her role of excuse maker after ditching my role as the dodger.

My Excuses
"Tracy, it's been raining terribly hasn't it?"
"How are we going to go there? My parents are in India."
"Thank You For Smoking was an awesome movie, I'm glad I stayed uptill 4am to watch it!"
"Are there dark clouds outside?"
"Are you working?"
"Doesn't Michelle have to attend her German lessons tomorrow?"

And it just goes on. Tracy has yet to find a way to tackle my rhetorical approach of excuse making thus nothing has happened. After the excuse, five minutes of silence follows then "ok, so talk to you later bye". Result= Pathetic amt of calories burnt by exercising mouth and holding up phone.

Ok if Tracy reads this I think she'll get it. ***Tracy's mind - Hmmm Stupid slackers, I'd just have to remind them how fat they are relative to the <50KG mademoiselles that establish Singapore as a "tiny nation"***

Moving on.. I'm planning someting interesting for this blog. Hopefully, I will get to it.

2006-12-14T00:56:00.000+08:00

I haven't broken my Orchard streak since the start of the week and it looks to be continuing tomorrow as Iris just called up and asked if I would like to go out with Tongyan, Sasha and her to watch a movie in celebration of Sasha's last paper.

Anyway, today I was asked the qs about what's IN in Singapore among teenagers. The thing is; How am I suppose to know? Though the crazy korean culture is very in according to many, why do I see so little Kimchi Houses or big puffy colourful dresses? I mean when the jap culture was really in, people were dressing like sailormoon's best friend with the thick stripy stockings in the hot weather. It's the monsoon season currently, but it seems like everyone's style here has gone down one notch... I guess the opening of Gap and Banana Republic (both stores a.k.a Best place for basics) has made dressing style more conservative. Or maybe they are just completely into the culture they decided to head down there and experience a snowy Korean winter? Whatever it is, I think it'll take me some time to find out. But for now, my 2 yrs in Australia makes for a good excuse to dodge these qs.

2006-12-13T02:45:00.000+08:00

Once again, I've further damaged my poor little liver.... Maybe I should go to China and find someone who is willing to sell me their liver for no more than SG$40000. I'm sure that would come in handy someday. For now, I can't be bothered keeping on track my caffeine or alcohol intake, its the freaking holidays and I don't care anymore.

Eevntually, I'll let all my guards down. I smell a food rampage coming up for me real soon. Alone today, I spent so much time thinking about food. "Should I get the mushroom soup?, "ROYCE chocolates!", "Mango and chilli at Isetan basement?", "crepes!".. A single buffet would do it.

Thankfully, Michy, Tracy and I steered away from clubs and settled for a few nice pubs. I finally got to drink without that loud blasty boomba music and talk without screaming. So in less than 12 hours, I'll be back at the same place. It feels great now that my parents are overseas but with so little money in my bank account, I MUST budget.

2006-12-11T00:59:00.000+08:00

I've never woken up so sore for such a long time. In fact, this may be the worst yet, I think the last time I felt such pain was after doing a 2.4 run right after the year end school holidays 2 years ago.

Waking up early in the morning for golf was hard enough. Ever since my last exam, I don't think I have slept before midnight. I got up early and realised I didn't feel like eating so i drank some coffee and rushed back to get changed before 9.15am. Over in the next room, I could hear some whining and my parents sighing away. After eavesdropping for a good 5 minutes, I found out that my parents had arranged art lessons for my younger sister at the teacher's place. For someone who sleeps no later than 11pm and loves art, I thought her pathetic whining and stubborn attitude was freaking annoying. It was 9.40am and my parents were still in there begging her nicely to get up and go for it just once, I was about to take a golf stick and hit her till she came to her senses. She finally won the battle which I already knew given the way my parents treats her. After saying a 1000 sorries to the art teacher over the phone, it was 10am and I eventually got to the golf course at 10.30, 1 hr past my scheduled lesson time at 9.30am.

After learning some basics of the game and practising a few swings (lousy ones of course), my morning jitters went away. The lesson was only an hour since I didn't get there on time. But my father ordered 100 balls for me to practise and that took me a while as I kept going back to the bench to sit down and message people to relieve the embarrassment of my horrible chipping while the 60+yr old men hit their full swings. But all in all, it was fun and I would definetely want to learn more. My father wanted to schedule another lesson the very next day but I knew that after all that posture correcting and practise swings, I needed a break. Thankfully, the DR will be closed for the L Cup. I spent a lot of my afternoon practising more in my garden and I realised that kittens are not any less playful that puppies. I couldn't hit a go for a swing without looking around to make sure they were somewhere playing with the balls instead of chasing after the club.

I went for a good dinner at Bl00ies and joined Michelle and Tracy at Att1ca. After that night, I have finally came to a conclusion that I am made for tranquilty. I would rather have a Mediterranean home over an expensive and giltzy penthouse in New York or some posh city. I would much rather lay back on my bed all day and hear my indie than blast some music with crazy beats and silly lyrics. I would rather play golf in the middle of the night even if crocodiles and snakes were out there than spend my time being couped up in an area where my lungs, feet, ears and voice are all punished.

I finally got back at around 2.30am and took a good shower. I stayed up surfing the internet till 4.30 and when I got up at 1pm for lunch I felt like I just had been hit by a bus the night before. I had to roll out of bed, brush my teeth slowly because my arms were aching and even flipping the pages of the newspaper was such a pain. Hopefully more practise and appropriate resting will enable me to become more fit over the next few months.

2006-12-09T00:59:00.000+08:00

I want to do lots of things over my break and there are some things I must do. First off is getting my licence. Thats means passing my basic theory, advanced theory and the practical stuffs. Well thats Singapore... it's not as easy as taking a 30MCQ test and passing a practical as how it is in Perth but at least there's no dicrimination on the road and I'll be able to do 80 on an 80 zone. Secondly, I must try to get rid off my "suakuness". It's embarrassing because I'm so unconscious of it since living in Perth for the last six months or so.

Few days ago when I went out with my father, I started freaking out in the car because I thought he became lightheaded after drinking alcohol and was misjudging speed, so I told him to slow down and he gave me this puzzled look. My father actually stopped the car at the side because he thought I needed to puke after drinking just about 3 glasses of alcohol. After 2 minutes at the side of Upper East Coast, we finally understood where each of us were coming from. But still, my father teased me shitless for thinking that going at 80 was fast and the next day when we went back to the pub he announced to the world that "when Marilyn gets her driving licence, she's going to be a granny driver!". So if anyone out there knows of a 60+ yr old who can drive at 100, let me know because I need to stop being humiliated out there. Then again, I found it ridiculous that my father actually thought I needed to puke aftre drinking 3 glasses of johnny walker. In all seriousness, it was peanuts compared to the 20+shots I did at my apartment which I probably won't ever do again. I still find 80kmph really fast.... I know thats crazy but 80 in Perth would most likely get you hit by fines upside down. I probably won't think 80 is fast after a few more weeks moving around Singapore. I need time!

Just few hours ago, I decided to head to Orchard for late night shopping. The taxi came and traffic was great untill we hit the highway. Since it was nearly 8.00pm I got quite impatient and asked if there was a christmas parade blocking the roads and believe it or not, he gave me the weirdest stare ever. Ok, I not only underestimated the speed zones of Singapore roads, I forgot all about traffic! But what does Mr Taxi Driver expect? This sort of traffic is non-existent in Perth not even during rush hour or when they narrow the busiest highway to one lane for construction.

Thankfully, I met up with my mother and her friend and I got a lift home.My mother's friend Dorina is hands down the funniest housewife in the world!! Reminds me of the time Michy sat with me at the back controlling her pee while putting up with Dor's random jokes. This time, she poked fun of the names I gave the kittens.

She asked what I named them. So i told her "Paul and Smith", she heard it as "Paul and Tris" (Tris is my mother's nick) and started laughing.. She asked what my mother thought of it, she said Alica hated the name and so I succeeded. Here's the funny part!

"I think I would call one Bangol because of its colour." Mom
"You realise.. Bangol is "Keh-Leng" name." Dor *LOL! If only I recorded the way she said it!
"But there's 2!" Me
"Ok, then one will be Bang and the other Gol." Mum
"HAHAHA! Let one be Bang and the other Ball!" Dor
"Bangballs!" Dor

She also shared her a bit of her Korean fanatism with me. She told me to teach my hopeless mum to go on youtube and watch Sn0wqueen.
"You know the actress from Sn0wqueen has such GREAT dressing!! I see untill I wanna cry!!" Dor.

Lucky, I still know my singlish and I havent lost it one bit!

2006-12-05T20:02:00.000+08:00

I really wanted to blog yesterday but come to think about it, why keep blogging about humilation. YES, once again after dinner I met Mr and Mrs P at the same place and I had to play one on one against Mrs P in pool. But i'm over that. I'm still trying to kick my habit of sleeping past 3am but I just can't, it didn't help that I had to get up at 8am this morning. My nightmare started with the first thing in the morning. I finally registered for my theory test and in exactly a month I will take the 300 MCQ test. DIE DIE DIE! I have this feeling I'll only start the night before. Back to the nightmare - My I/C went missing or at least I thought so. Eventually, I got a call from the centre and they did have my card. But I still haven't really recovered from my 4 hours of freaking. So right after getting registered, my father whizzed me off to the NSC for a walk in consultation. The problem was.. there were no available doctors so the assistants recommended that I see a nurse first so that they can assess the "complexity" of the problem. My father did a good job with lots of exaggeration "ringworms", "non-stop itch", "swollen face"... So I got to see the doctor finally!

The second horrible moment occured when I went in for the consultation. As I mentioned in my previous entry, my skin problems have gotten way worst. the round itches are rounder and redder. When I got into the room, my doctor introduced to other girls, no older than I am. GREAT! JUST GREAT! 2 uni students sitting behind taking notes non-stop while the doctor looked at my problematic skin. So here's the real nightmare, my doctor stared at my previous records and fugly skin back and forth before finally uttering "interesting...". Well since she had no clue what it was, i did a skin scrapping test for fungal infections and such. After lunch, the results came back and it was NEGATIVE. The good part was that I proved to my father that I was right all along and it wasn't ring worms and a fungal infection would have added to my distress. The bad part is that it is a "new phenomenon" (My doc used that word). She reckons that my ezcema evolved after steroid use. WTF! The doc doesn't have a clue what it is and neither do I. We both concur that it isn't ringworms though or any from of fungal shit since the test proved so.. In the end, I got the strongest steroid cream possible and I'm now on antihistemine for 4 weeks yet there is no guarantee that there will be results. On the same day as my driving test on 3 jan, I will have to go down to NSC to let the doc to see what has happened and if things don't get better, I'd have to go through a skin biopsy for further investigation.

I got back at around 3pm after the driving registration and skin appointment. About 5 minutes later, Tracy called and told me that she needed a dress for her prom at 7pm. So I did a mad rush round my attic to dig up for formal wear and busted my ass back to the eunos-ubi area to deliver the dresses. Tracy evetually chose a yellow gown and I stayed around to help out with make up, well her mom did most of it but who would've thought Marilyn the infamous formal dinner freaker would become a prom saviour! Yay for me!! The higher power probably detected my kindness and rewarded me with a phone call from my father telling me that he would pick me up from Tracy's to the driving centre to collect my I/C which was actually lying there!!!! YES!! No police report and Marilyn saved the day!!!

After 3 days back here, I finally feel the good karma. Hopefully the good vibes will penetrate to kill the "new phenomenon" that hit my skin:)

2006-08-30T20:44:00.000+08:00

Did I really post my last blog entry just a mere 3 months ago??? Man, I must've hated blogging so much at that time.. It took me 5 mintues to remember my blog name, password, and username before typing all this. I don't know what made me login into my account again. Maybe I just got so sick of doing Chemistry MCQs, or maybe my life just plain sucks and I want to vomit it out.

Anyway, Sasha I called you up that night because I desperately needed you to do me a favour. I'll tell you more when I get back to Singapore. Its still a long way to go, but its so depressing I'll probably remember it till then, lol. In any case, I'm sure if some ideas might come to your mind if I tell you I lost $4500 at Burswood over the mid term break:/

Other low points in my life
1) My Ipod is spoilt. (Everyone knows how much I use it) I want to get the new video one. But guess what....
2) I'm 18 chapters behind in Appl1c+ca1c combined. (I'm usually never more than 3 chapters behind and consistently ahead)
3) My father is coming over in 2 weeks. (How am I suppose to face him?)
4) Mother's birthday in 2 weeks. (Planned with B to go back to playground to erase deficit)

2006-05-31T23:36:00.000+08:00

Today was my final semester one paper and I don't feel anything. No relief, no excitement, no nothing, and it sucks. I wish I could do something crazy, maybe that's what I lack - something to spice up my bland life. When I say crazy, I really meant it, something outrageous like flying to the other end of the world and coming back by Monday. My heart is always ever so willing to do such crazy things, but my head just doesn't align with my heart. When Michelle barged into my room on the eve of our chem exams and told me she was going out to the city to shop, I had a zero inital reaction to it. But after she left, it was on my head for nearly the whole time. Thinking about it what she did may be freaking crazy, but maybe that is the path I should follow for a while till I'm getting something out of my pathetic life. Anyway, I'm off studying for a whole 5 days so I'll see what I can do. Till then everything is bahhhhhhh including this entry. So take the advice from the confused girl : Stay away from http://morbidjoke.blogspot.com for a while and pray that hopefully the next time round you'll get to read an entry totally unlike this one. My crazy moment will come!! Till then, I'm in hibernation:)

2006-05-19T19:55:00.000+08:00

Exams are just about 4 days away and it seems quite out of hand. I went out with Gilly for some coffee to keep me alive for the night. But I ended up a little high and did some ballet, the rest of the night and the previous one was just talkathons between Ness, Bibie and Kan. It seemed as though we talked about every possible thing under the sun (X rated, indie music, asian music, models, enemies, close friends, freaky things..) and the list is so endless, but my time to study so limited. After 2hrs of body combat and ballet basics, every inch of my body is screaming "Owwwww" and I just did 10 minutes of non stop cycling on that new cycling machine my mother bought for the new house. I did it for fun because new things are exciting, but cycling is definetely not my thing. I want to do GOLF!!!

Yetserday, I also tried baking some cookies as part of my contribution towards the fund raising cake stall my house organised.. Today, as I casually walked past I saw the triple chocolate cookie I made flat on the floor untouched and stepped on probably a couple of times. Not that it was discouraging, I suck at the kitchen and it was hilarious to imagine a little innocent year 9 girl trying it and spitting it out with a little sulky face. That's a much better version than "oohh darn, I dropped a cookie. Heck cares, it doesn't look too appetising". When I told my mother about this on the way back today, she laughed so hard, but then again isn't it her fault that I can't cook? I guess I just have some domestic deficiency disorder, not only do I suck hard at cooking, I can't sew, I can't do housework, I can't do gardening. A little Marilyn fact: The only one in the family who doesn't have a green thumb.

Maybe that's something I'd like to keep for the rest of my life and be proud of, it could potentailly make me a more interesting person. Who would actually believe that a fair skinned food freak can't do housework or cook? Who would actually believe this person rather travel alone in some foreign land and do something adventurous than have culinary skills like iron chef Sakai or Morimoto? Not many I suppose. But I think it's nice to leave people with the "domestic bound" impression, I like when people say "I didn't know that.." or "oh really, you serious?". Serious? Totally.

2006-05-05T19:56:00.000+08:00

Back to the life I dread! The two week break I had seem so wasted, if the fun I had over the two weeks was plotted onto a heartbeat indicator, it would've been a 180 degree line to some point, gone up all the way for a second. Getting lost in translation at Bangkok was resurection day and it was probably all downhill from there. But being dead isn't quite bad really, at least I managed to squeeze out some enjoyment in doing nothing. Now I feel like I'm on the level B10000000 in hell, burning even though it's winter, getting 2 shitty marks back just within the first 4 days of term 2, I'm like a decomposing toasted bun with maggots crawling within. The good news is that I didn't feel so miserable without my darling Apple iBookG4 throughout the 4 days of term 2, I guess I've grown so sick of the internet over the holidays. It's almost like I wore on velcro contacts and had my eyes stuck to the screen.

I don't really quite know what to blog about now actually, frankly I'm doing it so that my blogger image don't go down further. last update- april 20??? Not a good look. I'm not in the mood to talk about the Bangkok trip even though it was the hilight of my holiday, but anyway I'll leave it here because I need to find out more about tutors in Perth.. On board the "I have tuition" bandwagon!!

And i decided to throw this in because I'm pathetic

2006-04-20T21:38:00.000+08:00

The world is such a freaky place....

1)TIME FLIES!!!
I'm still in denial that it's already been a week since I came back and I've got less than 2 left. What have I done? Zilch... Someone's going to hate me, I better put that English oral as a priority.

2)HOME ACCIDENTS
I swear this is the first time something so freaky happened at home. It just used to be death ugly looking coconut snakes and lizards with quadruple chins and fat stouty bodies lying somewhere on the floor after Miaows murdered them.

This time, even I had to play freak accident scene investigator. My elder sister was taking a shower roughly around 12.30pm and I was playing my computer just about to submit a blog entry about how my life really sucks.. Suddenly I heard a something which sounded almost like thin champagne flutes breaking in a series like the domino effect, flute after flute.. Go on and imagine.. But it probably lasted no more than 8 seconds, then a scream followed. For about ten miuntes after what I heard, there was some sort of silence. I don't know if I'm really that much of a cold heart bitch, but I didn't bother walking that 5m or so to her room because I knew it came from the toilet and what could I have done right? I mean, it's indecent when you think about it..

Her toilet is only separated by a wall from my room and my computer table is placed right to that wall so it was all the more definite that the sound came from the toilet. From the smell of salt and fish, I could've guessed my maid was downstairs cooking. Alicia was obviously in my parents room with her butt glued to the computer chair. About 15 minutes after that scream, I heard the typical footsteps of my maid walking upstairs. I knew lunch was ready and Oprah here I come! But then she stopped by Geraldine's room first since her room is closer. Then I heard my sister coming out telling my maid in a semi-sobbby voice to call my mother. Yup, that's it! It was something huge and I was just next door and did nothing. I'm dead meat! Yeah, I was so self absorbed and insensitive, but I get all sorts of crap for the way I treat my sisters because one's younger and the other autistic. That gives me the "forced-to accept" title of "head", I had to answer for that later.

But anyway Oprah and lunch first, I still didn't know what happened. Though Geraldine's doors were opened and I could see her talking to my mum, her bathroom is beside the door so I had no chance of seeing it on my way out to the kitchen. All I heard while walking out was "shattered to pieces", blah..

After lunch, bread, otah and Oprah. I went upstairs and my mum was back. Shit! Who comes back to Bedok all the way from Thomson Plaza after barely 2 hours of work? I still wasn't really convinced the incident was biggie since my sister could still talk. Then finally my mum came over and gave me the same mediocre lecture I get when I dodge sister troubles, I was forced to take some photos with my camera. She couldn't believe I hadn't known what went on till she told me. The first time I saw everything was also when I stepped in to take the pictures.

As I walked in, I saw pieces of tampered glass all over the floor from her bathroom sliding doors. WTF, how in the world??? Its still a mystery really.. even if she slammed the door REAL hard, it wouldn't break into pieces like that, and I'm sure there would be a distinct crack line. The best part was the door didn't even fall out of place, she just pushed it a few inches and pppiiiiiiiaaaaaaannnnnnngg... It took her about 10 minutes to get changed whilst trying to dodge all the glass pieces and finally to get out as well. She ended up sustaining a few injuries, cuts and stuff, but my mum was far from happy and took out a part of it on me (shit, should've made plans to go out!). After helping to take some photos, I picked up a piece of broken glass purely out of fascination, then when my mother forced me to put it down, I jokingingly slammed the piece to ground where that whole wreck was. Afterall, a wreck is a wreck even if I placed faeces over there it wouldn't have made a difference. I ended up being chased out and have not seen that toilet since. Haha!

For the next two hours, my house was bombarded with calls from Sasha (more birthday wishes to her..), concerened calls from father, Bangkok trip related calls from same person, the company supplier of that sliding door, mum's customers, random people... I had to wish Sasha Happy Birthday, hold the line, put it to my mum and hear her talk to the supplier. I guess she was angry because the sliding doors came from one of her major suppliers for toilets when she does renovation works for people????

But anyway, Geraldine handled it pretty well, she also somehow escape without head injuries or disgusting deep piercings from the glass pieces. My mum offered to take her to see the doctor, but she insisted. Imagine if that were to happen to Alicia, she would've probably cried till her body is only left with 60% of water and exaggerated the incident to my parents like a scene that only happens in a Quentin Tarantino movie and then seize the chance to get my parents to buy her a new computer or whatever she wants.

Anyway, I'm off to Bangkok on Sunday for a really short trip. I'm following my father again, so it's really short. I have half of Sunday and the whole Monday there, but I'll be back in Singapore by Tuesday noon. Hopefully, I can get something!

2006-04-16T14:39:00.000+08:00

It's just great to be back. Even though busy term one prevented me from making any good plans and food lists for my holidays, I had a great time the moment I stepped into Singapore. I have yet to catch up with Sasha and Iris but I'm sure soon I will. On the other hand, I met up with Michelle and Tracy, we had a big meal at Crystal Jade Xiao Long Bao and watched The Producers, which is a pretty specular movie if you overlook all the lameness and slapstick. I watched part of it on the plane already so before the Jack Lapidus part, I was already pinching my nose and trying not to laugh. I know I've been plugging stupid lame movies lately, but I would rate The producers over the Pink Panther anyday. I'm definetely getting the DVD of The Producers when it's out over here.
It's cool that Gilly and Michelle are on talking terms again. ICE WINE PARTY BABY!!!
Anyway got to run... Sasha is already at TM station waiting and I'm still home!

2006-04-08T23:57:00.000+08:00

Tonight's dinner was by far the best meal I had since I came to Perth in January this year. Crazy as it sounds, I actually hated almost everything I had ate at that restaurant we celebrated at when I went there with my family. What a difference it makes when you have a Thai speaking, spicy-loving friend to order your food. It reminded me of the days we spent in Thailand last year. Yeah, I miss Thailand and hopefully I will get there soon:) Anyway, we all got so caught up in talking that Gilly barely made it back on time. Probably by just a minute..haha. Then after sending Donatella off, Bibie and I sleepily headed back home. The night was great but it was such a major pity Ness and Meech couldn't make it due to some crappy circumstances. Oh well, that's life. It's harsh. 4 more days till mini salvation then back to "slavation". I know I'm making myself sound so pathetic because 4 days isn't that hard to cope. But I actually got diagnosed with stress just yesterday so I think that's fair enough. I can't believe it, first Gilly, now me. Good proof that one can just be as stressed out here in WA.

2006-04-05T13:49:00.000+08:00

I wonder if the 10-11 week school term is actually playing a part in wearing everything down. Despite a relatively good start to the term, I'm starting to get way behind and even hating many things I've got to do. Anyway, I've nearly wasted my entire study thinking of what i should start with. I don't even know how to study for some things anymore. Since my blog has been lackdaisical for over 2 weeks, I guess I'll blog about a particular unpleasant incident without being too insensitive to anyone. Afterall, I know these people read my blog (or maybe sometimes??)and probably didn't have a chance to know what I really think about the whole thing. Like yes, I can't be bothered being "Aunt Agony" or "catalyst X" but knowing what really happened made me think a lot about the 5 people (yes, me included).

I guess being completely different individuals isn't a good thing. We probably all think we are honest with each other, but how so? Till the point that we are actually so tackless and unthoughtful or even mean and insulting for that matter? So I guess if I had a sink thrown at me, I should get a bathtub and throw it back? Sounds pretty much like what the average jane would do. Maybe we aren't that special because we think and act just that way the average jane would. While people hop onto their bandwagons and hit off on their own parade, where does that leave the objective ones? Standing at the side chewing on churros or maybe taking tomatos and rotten eggs awaiting for a opportunity where the 2 collide and then start throwing it towards the wrecked? I'm not so disgusted till that point really. I'm not Ghandi and Jesus but seriously, who the he1l are we as human beings to judge the moral value of their fellowman? and purely for that sole reason, I don't give either the benefit of the doubt or extra sympathy points.

Anyway Bibie has put it nicely on her blog.
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On a happier note, both of us have made up a post examination plan:)

... Darn 5 minutes late for chem... !!

2006-03-29T10:52:00.000+08:00

I wrote an entry few days ago and it mysteriously dissapeared. That su.cks, it was a long entry and I spent much of my prep time writing it. Anyway, my life isn't wow at the moment. it was just that weekend when my father came over that some stup1d things happened and I guess blogspot decided to be such a biatch and delete my entry.

2006-03-17T20:31:00.000+08:00

NESSA!!! Someone kill her now.. She's got me hooked to You Tube. I've been on that site for a bloody 3 hrs!! You tube is free entertainment taken to the next level. Thanks Ness, now that you've got me into it, I'm going to spread it around

youtube.com everyone, GO!!!

2006-03-11T18:38:00.000+08:00

Saturday noon, what better to do than go out with Meech, Ness and Donatella to watch the Pink Panther. Ok, prior to watching it, I would've never considered it as a "want to watch" movie. But after watching it, I realised that was just what I needed. I haven't had anything much to laugh about this whole year and that movie covered that missing bit. Haha, it also gave me that extra kick to brush up my french after slacking off for a whole month. Even Sasha came in top of her class for french! WOO HOO!!! I think she'll kick ass in Jap next semester if she gets accepted into it :D As for Iris, her life is way more rosier than how she paints it in her blog. Yep, all that blackish things and "want to die", "no life" entries are just surface stuff.. Seriously, you can't complain about life when you have a job with GREAT pay and all A's and DISTINCTIONS for the exams. Right Iris? Cheerio man! Sasha also recommended me to watch Underworld evolution and Wolf's Creek.. Apparently that movie Wolf's creek is based on a true story of a WA outback psycho who killed some backpackers. I must watch that:)

"Joostice is Joostice and Fwuance is Fwuance"
"Eh hood lek twue buh eir dambuhger"
"Stop browbeating her! Can't you see she is sexy?"
"I wud lek twue tak aeh clozeh look at your bolls"
Haha.. it doesn't matter now that Steve Martin did Cheaper than a dozen and a part 2. His imitation of the fwench accent is très bien!!!

A little bit of slapstick is good! Trust me.

2006-03-04T02:00:00.000+08:00

WTF in the world just happened?? I'm $400 richer after slogging my guts and brains out at Burswood for 6 hours. It freaking paid off::::DDDDD There were lows and highs, and through it all Bibie and I "stayed po-seee-tiiive" and earned a cool combined $900. Yeah man, Bibie won $600 (-$100 from the loss she made on her last visit). So easy maths tells you $400+$500= 900 for 6 hours with double manpower - BANANAS!

I used my sister's passport to get in (I'm 5months shy of legal age). Here's exactly what happened...

Bibie, friend and I walked up to the entrance. *Fuck! So many freaking security people* I counted a total of 6. What a contrast to the last time Bibie came where not one person checked her ID. Oh well, it's a friday night, all hells break loose, I told myself just don't look blur or speak like a twat. Bibie's friend got in with little trouble, next up Bibie showed her's. She by the way is already of legal age with her "ID" ahem, what stopped them from letting her in was that unlike passports from other countries, Thailand doesn't change the date of expiry printed on the flip side of the cover where the photo is. (Stupid really) In actual fact, the passport was renewed and no one was convinced, we panicked for a bit. Then my moment came, I took my sister's passport out (4th April 1986), and gave it to the guard. From the corner of my eye, I could see him having a glance at me and taking a look at the photograph. I FREAKED OUT BIG TIME. Never ever ever ever have I ever heard anyone told me that Geraldine looked like me. In fact, we look worlds apart and have absolutely no similar physical features. I have no dimple, thin lips, single eye lids, small eyes like she has. I spent about 5 times looking at the mirror trying to master a Geraldine smile with little success. So of course, my heart went beating a zillion times faster during that moment.

Dying......

Dying.......

Dying......

"Yep, that's definetely you!"

:OOOOOOO I nearly would've jiggled and wiggled at the casino entrance if not for Bibie's passport dilema. And in fact, she found the renewal chop and we got in! I can't express how shit awesome was that. I'm still so stoked!!!! "

Initially, there were major lows. I lost everything on a single table in less than mintues. I later borrowed $100 from Bibie and lost it X/ At the time, being down $500 was the worst feeling of the day. But thank goodness that all happened early, I remained optimistic and told myself it was only 8.30pm and the nothing has started yet. So I borrowed off another $100 from Bibie and won 3 times in a row! By the end of the game, I paid off the $200 I borrowed and even earned back 1/3 of my original portion. Things got better from there after breaking even, I played more wisely. I went all the way down from my $100 chips to $25 chips. I even played with $5 chips on certain occasions. In all I made a cool $400 out of $300 leaving Burswood with $700. Something which I know in time to come will not happen so easily. But then, I must say what a great first time experience:D My joy and happiness also extend towards Bibie, she was down $900 at one point but still managed to win all that back, make up for her previous loss and make a substancial profit. To think her friend was trying to desuade her from playing further after breaking even. Oh well, we could've gone home with a combined loss $1400, and thankfully we didn't.

I must say the best mid term break yet.

2006-02-27T20:19:00.000+08:00

Took some personality test today. It was fairly lengthy but interesting.

My Personal Dna Report

2006-02-22T20:07:00.000+08:00

CHUNNIE IS SUCH A FREAKING GENIUS EVEN EINSTEIN AND NEWTON ARE CURRENTLY LYING ON THE CLOUDS LOOKING DOWN TO ME AND NODDING IN AGREEMENT!!

Yes, that's the sole reason why I'm gifted and talented, I can communicate with Einstein and Newton without using electricity or defying gravity to fly to that higher place. Anyway, I don't deserve to go there. If all goes well, my martian friends will arrive in their UFO tonight to take me away and all that will be left is a note : BANISHED FROM EARTH, CURRENTLY DOING TIME IN MARS FOR FLOPPING THE EPW.

The reality is that the paper was the sh1t of the world. Absolutely vultures, trash. When I get it back, it will be the most single most thing that will humiliate the he11 out of me. Hopefully, in less than 5 years down the road, if technology grants, I'll bring it to Venus and let it burn, it doesn't even deserve a second life as toilet paper in Changi prison for some crook with herpes to wipe off undesirable bacteria. Maybe my brain is just to puny, the 2 greats I can talk to just convinced me that I'm a Martian and staying on Earth would only cause the reccessive Martian genes to be further exposed. Scary!

What Inessa said is true, I need crutches. Real badly.

2006-02-16T16:30:00.000+08:00

Ok my sh1tty days ain't over yet. The problems I have seem to be going in all directions! School, online (bank transaction worries), domain disasters and heaps and piles of other crap that my inner and outer system can't flush away. Just like the water closets of Thailand. Econs went ok considering how zoned out I was, the calculus investigation was the absolute shi+ of the world! So much for going through Complex numbers during my study period only to forget that "| |" simply means absolute value. I ended up writing "modulus" all the way, some people must be thinking what a psycho. Worst still, I came to class promptly at 11.05am but turned out late relative to everyone, good for a start eh? Had all the instructions repeated to me personally but ended up not getting it, fat man and little boy helped finish off the job for me. the English X-Level is totally unspeakable of, so I'll just take it like it didn't even happen.

I'm 1/10 physically and 0/10 mentally. When your body rots, your mind follows suit too. You start getting fascinated over silly facts like how Rise Krispies is called Rice Bubbles in Australia and think about it for a good ten minutes. You contemplate for about 5 minutes whether you should reply to "Tom Riddle's" mysterious message and how to go about doing it. Then you start googling for asian food when you are not even capable of cracking an egg nicely with two hands and search for lyrics of world music when you don't even sing or listen to g0d damm world music. This is purely a Marilyn Moment.

Only week 3 of term 1. SWEET:)

2006-02-13T17:21:00.000+08:00

Like as if comments weren't enough... A spanking new template and a tagboard which will eventually start a mini b1+ch riot I hope. Hahaha. I'm a loser.

2006-02-11T22:13:00.000+08:00

Thank goodness the dreaded first 2 weeks of term 1 that had been raising my blood pressure levels since the holidays are over. The first one was truly the shit of the world, I don't want to bring up horrible things that happened over the past week so just read Ness' Blog. At least the dreaded second week closed out well. Though I feel like dropping dead now, I'm so proud of making it through without suicidal thoughts. The ball went rather well. I was stressed out over stupid things but the GIMMBs and some people helped sort that out. Kudos to Gilly and Michy Boo Boo for THE VEHICLEMAGINGEY. If I ever earn big money in the future, I'll make sure I own one:D No words and pictures can justify just how cool THE VEHICLEMAGINGEY was, even 12 seater grand limos would have been beaten hands down! It wasn't just the built and the design of THE VEHICLEMANGINGEY, the blasting sounds of AC/DC, the look and waves from virtually everyone in our sight, $350/hr and our entrance made up the whole "GIMMBS' befores" experience. It was completely worthwhile!

The night of the ball was quite fun considering I didn't care socialising or dancing much. The general feel was so much better than last year's dance, I wasn't pressured to do anything out of my comfort zone and the partners GIBs brought are all really quite nice even though I couldn't be stuffed with talking much. Strangely, I only started talking to them after the ball while waiting for my mother. After Gilly went on the limo, us M&M's felt bad and went up to talk to Aaron. I have this feeling I've been to Aaron's(Gilly's partner) parents' cafe before, lol. My uncle runs a lotto booth there afterall and my uncle and aunty had recently closed down their little food place there due to financial trouble and returned to Singapore. Psss, maybe it's because of their cafe AHAHAHALMFAO!!! The watiting and the ride to Dalkeith was the total pisser, my mother lost her way along the darks streets of Marine Parade and took nearly an hour to get to the club which was actually just 5 minutes away, Mrs D ended up waiting for us for fear something terrible might happen. I dread facing Ms D because of that but I have to this whole year, argh! She must've really thought we were a bunch of 6 crazy psychos stuffing into a 5 seater car with my mother as the driver. Haha! But our gathering went really quite well considering how tired everyone was. Some funny things happened but nothing really went over the line, Nathan's drunken state was self inflicted and he ended up stealing my smirnoff ice which i was just about to open. Not that it was a big deal at all, but I reckon he is a sucky drinker. For one, he probably drank around the same amount as I did or a little more. Also, I saw him drinking the sucky drinks that people hated -the blueberry and raspberry cruisers- Drinking for the sake of drinking??? That was a possiblility.

So now I'm $350 poorer but understandably. I don't know if I should give $245 back to my mother who bought the drinks or as Gilly said make them pay. Afterall, I didn't drink everything (I would have died of an overdose or something). But at the same time, I don't think those peeps are aware that they may have to pay. I can just imagine them going "What the fuck, $X for the drinks?!?!?" LMAO! *Confused* I would appreciate payment from Nathan, Lincoln and gang but it isn't easy getting hold of them and I don't know if its fair to make the girls pay because I think they each had very little of it. Maybe, I should just leave it as it is and pass on the job of drinks supplier to someone else for anything of this sort in the future because I don't really care. I don't have any feeling of financial loss since I never associated my parents' money with mine and vice versa. It would've been a different story if the money came directly from my pocket though, lol! Ok anyway, tomorrow is a new day and I should just breathe and get over these things. It's not that i don't care, I don;t think it's my business. Seriously....

2006-02-06T15:31:00.000+08:00

I can't believe my previous post was on January 16. I was so busy with school and outside stuff I don't even know what date it really is. School reopened a week ago, I'm still busy as ever and the workload is just overwhelming but at least the concepts are easy to grasp at this moment. Bad things have happened over the weeks as well- Tyrell, a robbery in the b.h, forensics( sorry gill), some b1+che5 talking bull about people I know and maybe myself and my laptop keyboard gettng a little screwy. Hey robbers come get my G4!! I desperately want an upgrade. Other thngs aside, my family has been house scouting for about 2 weeks and stup1d school has prevented me from seeng most of it. I went to see 3 yesterday, I usually hate to see houses, only because I can constantly hear my father tell the agent "don't ask me, ask her-ME". How am I supposed to decide? I'm not whopping out the big bucks for a house in Perth, but giving a "not sure" shrug is still better than nothing. I tried that and he told the agent "she can't decide, each one just keeps getting better!" WTF, go to mars! But actually true enough, the last house was the best in terms of convenience and everything else. The pool area is too cool for school and the house structure is just perfect- Low and thick railings ( all the more to sit, walk and learn balancing)! I'll probably move in sometime in March snce my father is leaving for Singapore tomorrow and has trouble ~~letting go of his money~~ deciding. Oh well, ball coming up this week. SHIIAATxxx.

2006-01-17T20:18:00.000+08:00

So, it's been 2 days after coming back from Melbourne. Tennis and more VCDs and DVDs has pretty much kept me glued to the tv. Not to mention, despite not having much access to good tv channels in the past year, I'm still an Oprah junkie. 1pm is my tv time. That everyone understands. Anyway, all that travelling and lazing around has totally caught me off guard for the new year. I still feel as though it's 2005. I never ever set any goals or resolutions for myself but at least give serious thought to how the year would be.

2006
My 18th living anniversary!
This neutralises my stress levels from the boarding shit and all that crap. Don't know why, I never think much of birthdays but this is the day I've been waiting for. I won't any problems getting pass Ms Moron of Crown Casino - I was just passing, I didn't even had chips!! Sick experience, but at least being 18 in August would mean that the Te0 family will have at least one active gambler after the big one became passive just last year. I also can't wait to learn driving, the big one told me I'm not cut out yet cause I'm too impatient. At least my mother taught me some things you know... Take that big one!!!

Bo@rders close weekend
FUCK. This thing has been a bother to my anxiety level, arriving in Australia for my Melbourne holiday even makes me think of it. In fact, it's not just the weekend, missing CNY, getting back to that place. Bother bother bother. Thank goodness it's just 1 more year.

TEE
I decided to take things a step at a time. I know some people are going for broke and there are already a few big guns out there who will no doubt do well. I will not even think of a target score for quite sometime the future will be for later.

Universities
????????????????????????????I think I'm a little in trouble with that X/

World Cup
I've got some favourites:D Can't wait!!!! Nearly all of them are European teams (Not England, no no...)

Ball
This is totally in the trunk for me, I'm not going to put effort to try and make things seem enjoyable. Things like that make me way out of my comfort zone, waste of precious time. Glad it's just a night.

2006-01-14T14:31:00.000+08:00

Can't believe I'll be going back to Singapore tomorrow. Melbourne is lovely and the whole experience here has put 2006 back on track for me. It's great to not wake up past 10a.m every morning by noisy construction coming from my neighbours and starting my internet-movie-tv-food day. In fact, I have been having a great time on my own, eating, shopping and sightseeing. This four day holiday makes me want to consider studying in Melbourne in the very near future. Though the standard of living here is very high, I like the unpredictable nature of the weather. It can go from 43 degrees to 17 degrees in just a day. The people are not intimidating or evil from what I've been through thus far even though it's just me a know nothing first timer. Most of the people behind the cashiers are much friendlier than those in Sg (No offense though, probably just their way of life), and while it's not "hi" and "bye" all the time as it usually is in Perth, all of them looked approachable. It's like as if there's something in their waters, no Mr and Miss Frown face.

By the second day, I hardly felt conscious about moving around independently. I did buy a few little things. The amount of things I liked and bought is not justified. Shopping in Melbourne can easily match up to Bangkok's in terms of the number of interesting things but money is the issue. The first day alone, I blew $95 on a Tatty Devine charm braclet. No regrets though, in the past year I was tempted many many times to get stuff off from her site. TATTY DEVINE'S SITE Then, I also got a single sided stearling silver mushroom ear stud for $22. Big rip off! But anyway, I walked into the shop and nearly wanted to buy everything. I stayed in that shop for 30 minutes and it's no bigger than my room at home. The sales lady was really nice though, we did talked for quite a bit and she was actually patient enough to tell me a bit about the concept of the shop and where the different things come from. Their site doesn't do justice for the greatness of the shop but you get the idea, there's a bit of everything from everywhere. GENKI

Today, I went to Crown towers with my father. It's just about a 10 minute walk from the hotel to Crown complex, but we got lost and ended up taking a cab for less than 10 minutes. It cost us an exact $7. I couldn't get past the casino but that was a good thing because we ended up walking from the side of the casino area and found Lucky Chan the dim sum restaurant my mother recommended to me before I left. Shortly after that, we went back because my father had to meet up with someone. So I stayed in the hotel to watch some Tennis, it's been on TV all day all night long, afterall it's only 2 days away from the open. I even saw a few low profile tennis players on my arrival day on the 10th, they probably would need to play through the qualifying rounds so I guess that explains their early arrival.

Anyway, it was good that I came with my father on this trip, we managed to talk through some things like my driving liscense and my potential leg operation. I need to know these things soon because if a leg operation were to proceed, I bet it'll be a major op and I can't bear to put away my year end travel so that would mean a half year break or a last start and that in turn may affect which university I pick. I hope most of the universities I wish to go to will have late starting courses. But 2006 will be a huge year. I have expectations, not just academic but also to keep fit after my tropical hibernation at home after Bangkok. Attaining a driver's liscense is high on my agenda, I WANT IT BAD!!! I wish my father could read this. Then maybe a bit of hitting the casinos after turning 18.. lol. Maybe I should persuade my father for yet another Vegas vacation:D Not looking too good since he recently quit gambling for no reason. Weird. He denied a portfolio change as a reason, he never ever took gambling as an investment and he finds it ridiculous that I believe so much in the portfolio theory. I mean, that's what I learnt in economics.

Anyway it's getting late here, I'll probably grab some dinner or go for some sightseeing, I may post pictures.

2006-01-09T14:01:00.000+08:00

More fat, lazy and stupid. Will be back soon. Going to Melbourne for 5 days.

2005-12-03T12:05:00.000+08:00

The sudden disappearance of my 1 December entry is still bothering me. Mind you all, that would have been one of my longer entries. Due to what happened, I'm least in the mood to blog heaps even though yesterday's chrissy dinner was a blast and I could've said so much about us year 11's getting into the personas of our respective 50's characters like Barbie, Swayze, Monroe, Elvis and the last stop diner waitresses. Oh well, blame it on blogger. To add on to my misery, my homework was on that entry, researching on the thai names of the food I want to eat in Thailand. Sorry Miss Rayamas, my 2 day overdue homework is now ready to be handed up!

Spicy Chicken and Basil Fried Rice (Kao Pad Gkai Gkaprow)

Thai Fish Cakes (Tod Man Pla)

Emerald Chicken Parcels (Gai Hor Baitoey)
Marinated chicken wrapped in Pandan Leaves, deep-fried and served with a sweet Sesame Sauce.

Fried chicken with cashew ไก่ผัดเม็ดมะม่วงหิมพานต์

YUMMY. Stupid COCA in Ngee Ann City include it in the menu to mislead their "thai dessert craving" customers in spending money in their restaurant when they don't even have the damm machine to make the pancakes. How did I know? My father asked. You know, like any other male, my father was probably one of those who asked stupid questions in school and sunday class. Still do by the way..

This is the sickest image! I'll be happy just to drean about it. Thai Marzipan- (Luk Chup) - To all the dumb blondes, this is not plastic manafactured Barbie accesories, it's 100% edible.
CLICKORS

Bibie, Michelle and I will climb up the tall green gate of Beer Chang Bosses' crib and steal all his beer, my additional job is to find Beer Chang merchandise for people like Gilly.

Mango with sticky rice (Khaw Niaw Ma Muang) - Can't stress this enough?

heheh, every bit of thailand has the "gay-lesgay-les" connotation... lol, jk.

2005-11-27T01:07:00.001+08:00

Oh gee, it certainly has been quite a while since my last entry.. Oh "Morbid Joke", thy shall not abandon thee! Just the crappy examinations of which I'm still in the midst of doing. So far so shit, don't want to talk about it. 4 down, 2 to go. I just want to get done with school and head off to elephant land, eat all the spicy yum-yums and spend as much baht as I can on behalf of Daddy. Sadly, he refuses to let me draw money in Thailand:(, and he is so certain that he has excess baht at home. Plus, he is still deliberating how much to let me spend in Shanghai. I think I should start utilising some cunning tactics to pull a few more bucks out of his stingy pocket.

My Exam Period Playlist
-Beethoven Symphony No.5 (So darn effective in getting me working, don't know why)
-Hooplas Involving Circus Tricks by Say Hi to your mom (This song for me is just like "canon in D" to michelle, I reckon I can keep listening to it in the few months to come)
-Lucy in the sky with diamonds (Actually, every other song of The beatles seem to be working for me during this period)
-Stairway to heaven by Led Zeppelin (I have liked this song for forever)
-Such great heights ( whenever i hear this song, I think about leaving jail and going back to Singapore, it reminded me to fill out my sign out from on Wednesday. Props to The Postal Service for this song)
-Breathe in by Frou Frou (Good for calming my nerves)
-Hide and seek by Imogen Heap (Just the first line of that song was played at the start of the tribute to the already-deceased boarding house tetra fishes, now I'm completly hooked like a dead fish to this song)

I actually intended to just copy and paste my playlist, but since I conscientiously typed the top part out and even made some comments, I will continue on with it some other time.

2005-11-15T15:06:00.000+08:00

Fact or fiction

Celery has negative calories! It takes more calories to eat a piece of celery than the celery has in it to begin with. - FACT

Healthy food taste foul. - FACT

I reluctantly ingested 4 raw celery sticks during lunch today. For the pure sake of having "a short-lived lifestyle change". I absolutely think it's the worst thing ever and I would have thrown every bit of it up if I hadn't chewed carrot sticks along with it. Yes, carrot sticks! But even the cheapest chocolates that you get during easter from teachers do not deserve to act as a taste enhancer for celery. Nonetheless. go Marilyn! Even the veggie eater Gilly hates celery:) Anyway, this should be my last entry till the end of the exams. I currently have surrendered my laptop to mum for 3 weeks, and I'm now using the school's library. I should ditch eating celery and start eating clovers....

2005-11-11T17:14:00.000+08:00

Finally, the big week is over. My life is still pretty boring at the moment. So here's something I've just checked out on asos.com's amazing offers.

Source: http://www.asos.com/pgeproduct.aspx?iid=49466

Tiger Balm (Regular) 19g
Out Of Stock

* World-leading topical analgesic rub which is mint oil scented

* Originally prepared for Chinese Emperors, now used by sporting stars

* Soothing action relieves muscular pain and migraine

* Can be dabbed on temples to help with sleeping

* Natural ingredients include camphor, menthol and clove oil

Tiger Balm is a natural remedy that soothes aching muscles and relieves the pain of migraine. Containing camphor, menthol and clove oil, the ancient formulation was created for Chinese Emperors and is now a cult favourite of sporting stars. Just dab or rub the balm gently onto the affected area and let it soothe your aches away! <

That was exactly copied and pasted from the linked page and just so you start scratching your head and wondering why a 19g tiger balm make such an "amazing offer", thats because it "WAS $7.98" and "NOW $3.80" as stated in the site. USD I might add and just when you think its such a great idea to get hold of one yourself, it is "SOLD OUT". Yes, that means sore-bodied asos shoppers must have been sitting in front of the computer "omigawding" away at the fact that such a cheap yet cool remedy is out there at just US$3.80. I believe those clever folks of ASOS' marketing depeartment must have gotten hold of a little bottle themselves after endless meetings and star gazing in front of their office tables till their magical moment comes. "Aha! I got the greatest idea on glamourising tiger balm but I'm all sore from sitting too long, I'll just grab one bottle for myself and yes, yes, every clever mind deserves one". I take my pure white panama off to them, it doesn't take the most passionate Tiger Balm man telling everyone "today, you will use a tiger balm product!", all that is needed is a stroke of geniousity at word power. Not even a life time of media and advertising study programmes would enable me to reach their calibre of using such persuasive language. Besides it costs me 20000 baht to get from Thailand to China where the magnificent Summer Palace or "live-sized spirited away scene" is situated. Damm, if i had known earlier, I would've just pop by to my nearest cold storage and get one for myself. Now, those lucky bitches who bought Tiger Balm off asos must be living like "chinese empresses" while I get even more sore from angling myself in lying position with my left arm supporting my fat -over 50kg- body weight to type this whole entry out. Boo hoo, the effects of not owning the chinese emperor's favourite miracle gel at an "amazing US$3.80". Anyway I'm almost quite done with tiger balm talk. I'll leave you all here while I head off to ebay.com to check out the highest existing bid price for tiger balm.

2005-11-09T16:00:00.000+08:00

Even after all that sickening chemistry jargon and stupid school blues I've been trying to overcome the whole of this week, I'm determined to keep my spirits up and increase the 'happy' factor of my blog entries during this stressful period. Anyway what good does ranting all day and drowning oneself in depressing self talk do? I'll leave that as a rhetorical question since I don't wish for any unwanted bashings from bloggers who are practically using their blog as a "diary for the depressed". I'm honestly sick of reading so many "my life is so yuppie yuppie uhuh I know kind of shit". Really enough about that anymore talk about it and I'll become a hypocrite.

In view of the summer holidays coming up, I've done some googling of Beijing. Initially, I was truly upset of going to Beijing, a place my parents felt I shouldn't go to since I didn't even enjoy London. I did sense some sort of "belittling" towards Beijing in their opinions or maybe they just made Shanghai sound like absolutely fab, the supposed "Chinese Las Veags" as my mother called it. Whatever.. My Mother Works in Macs. Oops.. I didn't teach myself that. However, I finally decided not to let my parents alter any of my expectations I have of beijing. While the fact remains that they've been there umpteen times and I have never stepped anywhere near there, this is going to be a wonderful start to my long term life goal of travelling all over the world. After days of random googling and bombarding my brain with wonderful things about Beijing. I am all set to prove to the pro-shanghai couple that the host city of Olympics 2008 is going to be a kick ass place. Yep, yet another challenge on top of the main one which Chunnie and I have to keep in mind of while we are there. *Winks*

Some prospective places to visit
Forbidden City

I'm already on the brink of being blown away from the descriptions of this place, stepping foot there would be even more phenomenal! Ok I exaggerated, so what?

Giant Pandas

Fancy seeing cute giant pandas, no? Lol

Great Wall

This is no ordinary wall people. It's the greatest f**king wall that can be seen from outer space. Excuse the emotive language but this is a fact.

Cool ancient structures

Not even the dumbest blonde would call this Hau Paw Villa.

Chinese medicine

It doesn't just end at accupuncture. Brace yourself, potential med students! *Cough* Chunnie

Summer palace

It's the closest you'll ever get to the amazing scenes of spiritied away.

And the best part is, I'm not even done raving about this place. Warning episode 2: Invasion of the peking ducks and more.

2005-11-08T19:14:00.000+08:00

2005-11-07T19:18:00.000+08:00

Dear blog reader I suggest that if you are not in the mood to read a boring blog entry, skip to the previous entry and don;t ever read anything beyond this line or you'll bore yourself to tears. After 3 weeks I think I finally have the answer to my sudden indifference to school and whatever is associated with it. I highly doubt the huge parties or numerous november birthdays have got anything to do with this, I'm just plain distracted! I'm practising my handwriting skills at mandarin characters during intro calculus. I laugh off the fact that I wrote just one and a half pages with chicken alphabet pasta sized words for two 15 mark questions which evidently resulted in a shit score. For a second, I even felt happy not getting a zero. Or maybe I should get zero, hit rock bottom, blast my brain then turn around in the positive direction as any lower than that would be suicide, an extreme that doesn't apply in my thoughts, decisions and actions. This is a major crisis, the self-hailed "problem solver" doesn't have a solution. Don't know, don't wish to say don't care, whatever it is I'm open to suggestions or better still - solutions (exams start in 2 weeks).

I guess I need countless self reminders which I find terribly embarrassing and also explains why the reminders pasted in front of my desk are in mandarin, the less people know about it, the better.
1, Je vais maigrir.
2. Je mangerai plus de légumes et fruits.
3. étudier!!!!!! Je suis la plus stupide du GIMMBs!!

2005-11-06T01:43:00.000+08:00

I'm finally all ready for a good sleep after a long and tiresome day! Not long ago, I was still dancing away at Vonny's party. It was an entertaining night and the music did not suck, Vonny and her whole family looked fab too! I must say her efforts were really well appreciated by everyone. No offense, but it's heaps better than the year 11 dance. Each of us GIMMBs had our good moments. We really got into the party. Michelle did the marble game, Inessa did the coin game *not going into any further details* and Bibie danced the night away. Both Gilly and I were in the city earlier today and we spent $2 each on a wheatgrass shot, I referred to it being an "investment" for better returns from the party. True enough, we both walked away with lucky draw prizes! I can't be anymore thankful to Vonny for the digi cam, Gilly the lucky ducky also walked away with a DVD player and a sportsgirl voucher. Sweet! My appreciation for the colour pink has gone up a notch, it'll still be a while before you see me dressed all pinky though.

I have got some pictures of the party on my digital camera. However my eyes are struggling to stay open and I'm just too lazy, so perhaps some other time!

2005-10-27T19:17:00.000+08:00

I'm glad its just a day away from the weekends. I promise to enjoy myself all I can till Sunday. Then from that time on, if my self-discipline holds, my best buddy will stay at my home in East Perth till the end of year exams end. In that meanwhile, I will swear by slogging and mugging in my prison cell, so don't expect any updates here for quite a while. Actually, that's expected since I'm not one who keeps up blogging over long term.

Today was graduation day, while it was a special day for the year 12's, their happiness didn't extend to my day. Since its their last day and the tradition of final day bullying of the lower years still carried through to this year, we got to a rude start by banging and screamings with the most irritating song playing over the announcement system. Coming down all blur at 5.30am, we had to bow down to them, crawl under blockings and do stupid actions. Oh well, next year its our turn. I have great ideas! We later did a replica performance of the chant in "Remember the Titans" except boarding house style. Oh well, I can't wait to be a year 12 and move one to uni or whatever the future holds but at the same time, I think it'll be a little different without Ning, Joyce, Janice, Tia and all the other year 12s.

School lessons were horrible. I started out feeling really nervous throughout the presentation, worst still, not being able to answer a simple question asked. My bad! I talked to Caitlyn today and she joked about my ability to be on the stage of research right before the day of my presentation. Sorry Sicil and Lauren! Our presentation was also WAY over the time limit of 15 minutes, we went on to talked for 40 minutes taking up the whole period. Dr. Hd's analogy of our presentation was "like a LOTR movie, cool but too long.." Huh? Then I had this feeling I left my pencil case behind in the classroom, being graduation day I didn't had any chance to get back to the G&T class, so right now I have no idea where it is. Losing my best pens, graphics and scientic calculator weeks before the exam is such a disturbing thought. I'm still high in hope that I will get back my pencil case tomorrow!

Despite a sh1tty morning, I spent most of my time scrabbling about during flexi period to get that Fergo area decorated. Right after all that the house lunch and gift presentation, the day ended shitty for me once again, when I realised I left my fergo feather clip in the hall after singing goodbye songs to the year 12s. F&CK! Worst still, I nearly left my panama behind on the bag rack. I hope all this shittyness would be over by tomorrow, better still getting back my pencil case and in the slightest chance - the yr 12 gift.

After school, the sumo rink and the big air playhouse generated much noise and fun around the boarding house. Still unable to get over my crappy day, I missed out the year 11 vs year 12 water bomb game. Even though I did not participate in activity, the fun filled atmosphere lifted my spirits substancially. Right now, I'm nearly over it. I just can't wait for the weekends damm it! I can't wait for our GIMMBS dinner in Nessa's place, it's really exciting to taste her mother's cooking since she's been raving about it during lunch periods and had actually wanted this day to come. It did Ness! Next tuesday would be Chunnie's birthday. God forbid I forget this day like I had last year! I still dont' know what she wants though. Strange kid she is...

Some good news from yesterday kept me from any breakdowns today. Thankfully, my hopes to go Shanghai is still possible! I really think Shanghai would be such a hilight for us. Initially, there was only a slight chance because if Kurt didn't want to go, we wouldn't have anyone to bring us around. But now, I've found someone who would willingly bring us around, and who else better than Joyce!!!! How cool is that. Bibie in Thailand, Kurt in Beijing and Joyce in Shanghai. Is some higher power conspiring with my desire? YES YES YES YES YES YES YES!!!!! I want to go badly X1000. Shucks, I'm starting to type like a tweeny. Bah!

2005-10-25T20:40:00.000+08:00

I have 2 presentations tomorrow. One short one for econs and one huge one for GnT and the leavers presents are due tomorrow. All 23 "bands-tamps-blah" whatever you think they are! Big thanks to Chunnie for the massive help! I'm still so dead.

2005-10-23T00:08:00.000+08:00

I must start off by saying how glad I am now that both parties are over. Overall, it was such a tiring day for me. I got up late and missed the yellow cat by a few seconds, so I walked about 20 mintues under the hot spring sun of Perth in my long black sleeve shirt, clutching a black jacket and trying to find the Karaoke place desperately only to realise I had wrongly assumed our original meeting place. However, Jacq's party was good on the overall. During that 2 hours in the room. I was off tune, lyric and rhythm most of the time I sang Quit Playing Games with Gilly. Maybe I'm not a Karaoke person or I guess I just didn't know that song well. However it was fun spazzing around with Gilly by doing corny dance moves and pissing the others off by choosing ridiculous songs and singing worst than primates. But after the Karaoke session, I do realise the difficulty of singing pop songs, I couldn't keep up more than 5 lines of I want candy.
The second party was just wack. Wack people, wack scenes, wack language. It wasn't much of a great party since Gilly pulled out of it at the last minute. So Inessa and I were the only ones there trying hard to get some good out of the party. However, we failed at that. Firstly, we completely forgot it was b.y.o, therefore throughout the whole party we ended up drinking a mouthful or 2 of someone elses bottle. That's worst than sticking to a single bottle of Smirnoff. Its as good as bringing an empty bottle and filling it up with a mixture of smirnoff, cruiser, shandy and beer. My stomach feels shit! I'm not even lightheaded or high and I'm wide awake knowing exactly what I'm typing right now but I feel so freaking sick, I've been burping ever half a minute and I still feel so bloated. Anyway after a while, the party just got so rowdy and neighbours complained, police came, we left.

The conclusion - foul toilet, drunk "Tai ling Nongs", damaged plant, big police trucks, 1000 "fucks" used, people chased out midway, broken wooden table, damaged sound system, bad reputation as a new neighbour, broken glass on the street and too much smoke and alcohol smell around = Bad Party.

Precious time wasted on what I could've spent for studying Chemistry and G&T. I guess it's a blessing in disguise though, I may have been an idiot for forgetting to bring my drinks but had I brought and drank too much, a sunday hangover would ruin every good chance I have on studying for my 2 tests on monday.

I'm just so sick of everything now, I guess from now till the end of the year, I will be completely staying away from hard liquor. At this moment, I'm not even in the mood for good champange, ice wine, red wine or anything so maybe I should sleep and hope I'll be fine studying for 2 difficult tests on Monday.

2005-10-19T15:31:00.000+08:00

I never knew cattle on ships passing Fremantle could create such foul smelling air for hours. Even though I doubt the smell is lingering around the boarding house, ~~I still smell it guess it's all up in the mind.~~ Just checked with Ness, its for real. I'll be utterly crossed if that's what I'm smelling while I try to get to bed tonight, it has been a while since I dreamt of myself turning into a pig, the night after I watched Spirited Away to be exact. Maybe I just would tonight, being few kilos heavier since then doens't help.

You're Strawberry Shortcake!

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Yes, it's no secret I cheated. But I really had a dodgy result on my first go.

Quote of the day
"I realised that people who like to write are highly dramatic people. " Gilly.
Can I just say how fuck1ng true is that?

2005-10-16T21:32:00.000+08:00

Darn, I don't know if I'm actually sick for good or just suffering serious post-camel ride allegic reactions. My freaking nose won't stop ejecting watery mucus and its giving me a red face, making everyone think I got sunburnt by a not so sunny sun. Bah! Just thinking about it, I was still in Club Capricorn 12 hours ago playing cricket with a super sore body. Every part of it stil hurts, I'm never going to forget that 2 hour camel ride. When you are not enjoying something so much, everything becomes tens times worst. The whole camel ride was torturous, sure there were some funny moments and I believed there would be more if not for the gazillion flies.

Congrats to Chunnie and Caitlyn for winning the "Most collected flies on one leg" competition. I might have won it I had wore jeans, but given that I was not so camel ride smart, I wore three quarters. I showed no mercy on every fly that landed on my leg of course I lacked morbidity at the time, I just shooed them off, I think I only killed one on accident. So this is my open apology to Bibie, the person who sat it front of me and the poor camel for having to put up with the undesirable contact with the dirty undersides of my shoes as that was the only way those flies would go. Imagine the situation, I witnessed Yuki killed a fly, I knew Ness killed a few and had blood on her hands, ~~Miss~~ Princess Bibie the not so innocent girl also took her tissues and squashed a few and from Vonny's own mouth and probably the record for the whole trip, 42 flies killed. Dude, it's only in the early days of spring. Somebody please remind the poor camel riders in summer to wear their astronaut suits before taking off to space! Oops........ I mean sitting on a camel's hump while I goes up and down the hilly slopes of WA's mediterraenean coast and get smashed into schlerophyll vegetation if uncapable of dodging. Of course, the suit will not only provide them with protection from the slow mother effing flies, but also getting badly scratched and cut by tree branches especially when the camel's hungry. One turn to bite of some leaves, and that spells trouble.

While that camel ride didn't made up the whole camp, it was something worth "talk-ranting" about. In summary of day one apart from the camel ride, we played some games and watched "Remember the Titans" as a whole group. Earlier before that, Nessa, Gilly, Chunnie and I played some "kindy style tennis". Today, Gilly and I woke up late and missed out on playing tennis with the other 3 GIMMBos, so we had a quick breaky and joined in a game of cricket with the whole year 11 group. I totally agreed with Mrs Hal3s that Gilly was a natural. She can hold a racquet or a bat and swing with a ballerina movement and still wack the ball like the hulk. It's a compliment by the way, Gilly. Following the cricket game, we paired up to play the egg game. Unfortunately, my previous day practise as Gilly's ball girl did not follow through for today's egg game. But at least we had fun. We later had lunch at Hillary's, good but too much. At least, the camp concluded in a nice fashion. A good paid lunch!

I returned back at around 1pm today. So I decided to sign out since I had a mountain of dirty camel smelling clothes. There was nothing much to do at home really, I can't comprehend why a 14 year old to be would need to use 2 computers. That's insanity. Its not illegal or impossible to open 7 windows at a time on one computer or even compromise with yourself on what you really want to do from a certain time frame. Dinner made me quite sick considering I ate at hillary's for lunch, my mother bought back fish and chips. Then, she went on urging me not to surf :O or swim because Cottesloe beach was shut down for a while as 2 sharks were spotted lurking. Even though I don't exactly surf at cottlesloe beach, nothing I said reassured her cause a 5 minute drive from cottesloe as a surfing spot just won't do for a virgorian who claims to have a strong six sense. I really want to travel at the end of the year and go on to uni, but 2 sharks can't exactly swim that near can it? I guess that made me smiled a little inside, I really really am a true Leo!

Best quotes of the year 11 camp
"Bibie, will you make us go on a camel ride when we go to Thailand?", Me
"Dao Ming Si is not handsome, but he's so hot!", Bibie
"Gilly, don't make me your ball girl!", Me
"Ewww, theres tiger snakes here ok!", Chunnie
"Babbeeehhh", GIMMBs
"Imprisonent brings us joy", an idea the year 11s came up with when thinking of a good motto.
"Doe5 ur p*55y have h@1r?", Bibie. It nearly made me fell off the camel, I was so caught off guard because it was random and of course as always, she couldn't understand why we were reacted so revoltingly towards the questions. Naiveity!
"Gilly, you're a natural", My stepmother about Gilly's excellent Cricket skills.
"I love my meat", Gilly
"Did you massage the meat?", Kan to Gilly. Her reply, "thai massage!"
"Hello Cousins!", Inessa upon seeing a group of canto asians swarming Yanchep National Park.

OH, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY JACQ!!!!

2005-10-14T19:22:00.000+08:00

Finally, its friday. School wasn't too bad afterall, a few rad surprises and dissapointing stuff. The coolest though still has to be that w3stpac maths quiz, from outlook of the computer analysis of my answers as compared to the real answers, it really would seem as though a 3 year old had done it, but the analysis did not reflect the certificate outcome. Expecting nothing more than a Certificate of participation, it turned out to be a Certificate of credit. I'm still thinking "no fuck1ng way", what awesome shite! Even though it looked like it was a fail, I managed to perform well enough to be in the top 50% of all the quiz participants. Is that a mistake? I'm still happily stunned. That made up for my horrible weekend camp. The second good thing is that although I have gotten through the week failing to finish a particular assignment every single day, I managed to escape all forms of huge trouble. Pretty lucky considering I didn't wear on my proper name badge for 3 days or my white ribbon (I still don't have it) as well. The good part is that my plane project's deadline is now a week later. Joy! My idea of spending this weekend was to sleep, read and learn CD 2 of Berlitz french and shop. Thus far, I had purchased one pair of Mavi Jeans today at Claremont. I actually had more than enough money with me to buy it, but decided to call my mother and complain about my lack of clothes and money and my father, so she came down to claremont to give me some cash. I'm still can't quite get over the fact that I made a huge "hoo-ha" over such a small thing. Anyway I shouldn't give a heck, I'll just keep the money because I do have a feeling I would need to get my vacation clothes from here since I have such a jam-packed holiday plan. I guess I'm quite psychotic to be thinking about the vacations now when I can't even do redox considering having prior knowledge being in 4.5. Marilyn, you are so completely stupid.

Here's how it looks at the moment
Dec 4: Speech night
Dec 5: Fly back to Singapore
Dec 5: Fly to Thailand
Dec 8/9?: Fly to Beijing
Dec 19: Fly to Thailand, then Sngapore.

Awesome, I have a wardrobe suited to the current climate of places I usually am in. Now, I need thin, cotton clothes cause according to Bibie, "Thailand is so fuck1ng hot!", hell yeah and according to almost every single person I have talked to about my Beijing trip had told me, "Beijing is so freaking cold!", heaven yeah. 2 extremes in 14 days. I should stop complaining about get so hot and uncomfy after my 5 minute walk to the Grove. That's right Bebehhhhh.
Quote of the day: "Sharing is caring, but what's mine is mine." Bibie. Bibie is one individual peculiar enough to spread her "Bibisms". Right Bibie..erm Bebehhh..

2005-10-11T20:12:00.000+08:00

Its only the first day of a new term but I feel like digging a grave for myself already. Just in a single school day, I found out that I have 2 tests next week, a Gn+ project and presentation on that same week as well as a camp this weekend. Of all, yet another new report for Geography on .....Southeast Asia! YET AGAIN. Choulette! Not to mention I haven't even started on my holiday homework past year Geography questions, I don't even know what to do! I don't even know whats the point of studying, writing this blog or trying to finish up all my homework. I think I shall sleep early tonight and hope for the best for the next 8 weeks. Bonne idée!

2005-10-10T23:31:00.000+08:00

How cool! I'm back in jail for a term of 56 days.

2005-10-09T22:55:00.000+08:00

"I'm packing up to go back to jail" by Chunnie. --> Quote of the day!

2005-10-08T23:54:00.000+08:00

Time flies really fast... Just two weeks ago, I was on the plane back to Singapore but in less than 12 hours, I'll be boarding SQ225 back to Perth. Though it seems like I didn't do much, most of the time went to eating. I have had both good and bad experiences with eating in these 2 weeks back here but nothing can get worse than boarding house food I guess. Moreover, today's meal was no worst than what Iris and Sasha paid for. We ate heaps and finished the popular large portion dish, just the three of us!! Thanks a million for the treat by the way and the ear sticks. I'll be sure to get you all some stuff over there. Anyway its 57 more days till I'm back in Singapore again. With over 14 days of examinations and a couple of Saturdays and Sundays as well as speech night, school is survivable! I don't want to count chickens before the eggs hatch but I have this feeling term four is going to pass really quickly. I hope for that since I can't wait to travel at the end of the year!

Here's a short recap of what Marilyn the pig consumed over the 2 weeks
- Pepper Crab + Chilli Crab on the same night. Courteousy of Chunnie's parents:)
- 1 Yellow medium noodle (Is that Mee Pork?)
- 2 curry puffs
- Heaps of dim sum
- 3 bowls of la mien (Shared on all occasions fortunately)
- Baked Pasta and my Ice Peach drink from NYDC
- 3 Radish kueh with salted vegetables
- 2 Pork Floss bun
- 6 Peanut pancake
- 2 Red bean pancake
- 4 Glasses of wine from NSW
- 1 Glass of Brut champagne from Piper
- 4 Glasses of Camus red wine
- 3 other glasses of red wine from the bbq party at my house. I think from South Africa???
- 1 huge slice of pandan chiffon
- 1 Potato croquette cum curry puff thingamajingey.
- 1 Mango Dessert
- 1 Fried Mars Bar
- Chocolate Fondue
- Divine Ice cream sundae
- Chicken Lasagne
- 2 bottles of Esprit Raspberry soda
- 2.5 bags of roasted chestnuts
- 5 boxes of Royce chocolates. (Shared 2 boxes with people)
- Tom Yam Steamboat at Coca
- 1 Plate of Crispy noodles + Sweet and sour pork
- 2 hot and sour soups
- 1 plate of baked risotto rice
- Some normal maid's cooking on occasions when I'm home
- Peking Duck
- Mango Pudding
- 1 plate of spaghetti marinara
- 1 Chocolate Banana Cake and 1 Marble cheesecake
- Couple of dishes from Sushi Teh
- Black Sesame Ice cream
- Butterfly (whatever its real name is....)
- 4 slices of corn bread and 2 slices of pandan bread
- Some pastry from Chin Mei Chin
- 3 Fresh coconuts
- 1 bowl of home made noodles
- 1 box of Godiva chocolates and cookies ( Much to my disgust, there were ants in it, when I told my father I regretted eating it, "its something given to me for free, so you can eat as much as you like" was his reply. GOSH!)
- 1 plate of rosti with cheese sausage
- Mango crepe shared with Sasha
- Cheese sausage and mushroom soup from Werners
and the list goes on.... this can only mean one thing - DIET

From this hour till the day I get back to Singapore again, it simply comes down to dieting. Note to GIMMBS: Count me out for Barista, no dim sum at Northbridge. The only exception will be Gillian's birthday or maybe some after examination thing. D'accord?

2005-10-08T01:54:00.000+08:00

1.54a.m.. I get all sick of the internet and just about five mintues into getting to bed, I thought of Morbid-Joke. Posting my whole ten minute soliloquy about this sudden urge to start blogging again isn't the greatest idea. But the forces of light prevails over dark, so here I am now starting with a fresh new entry using the same blog name. *Roll Eyes* I would've thought of a better name if I cared. However, after contemplating for a short while, I decided to impose some blogging policies on myself. Self imposed policies to solve personal problems is the only way. Firstly, I must try keeping up with the blog for at least another five months. That would be the biggest challenge because I simply like change, but if I achieve that, it would be a breakthough and hopefully I can go further from there. The second policy is to stick to a plain template or a premade. I think I spent 50% of my blogging time gawking over the ugly layout and brainstorming to come up with a better one. This links back to my tendency for change. Simplicity is the key! Simplicity is the key! Simplicity is the key! If only that gets into my head and stays there. The final policy is to avoid any form of "hiatus". Hiatus = Dead blog. I have a huge problem of following through anything I leave aside for too long.

Should I fail to abide by these policies, I will hurt myself :) I'm totally serious!