Wednesday, March 29, 2006

I'm in a rather retro mood today. Listening and lip-synching to the songs of this CD - Seasons of Love, Volume 2 - right now as I'm doing this blog entry. All because of this song I heard while on a cab today and I ended up humming along with the song while it was playing on the cab. The cabbie uncle rocks!

A World Without Love
by Peter & Gordon

Please lock me away
And don't allow the day
Here inside, where I hide with my loneliness
I don't care what they say, I won't stay
In a world without love

Birds sing out of tune
And rain clouds hide the moon
I'm OK, here I stay with my loneliness
I don't care what they say, I won't stay
In a world without love

So I wait, and in a while
I will see my true love smile
She may come, I know not when
When she does, I'll lose
So baby until then

Lock me away
And don't allow the day
Here inside, where I hide with my loneliness
I don't care what they say, I won't stay
In a world without love

(Please lock me away)
(And don't allow the day)
(Here inside, where I hide with my loneliness)
I don't care what they say, I won't stay
In a world without love

So I wait, and in a while
I will see my true love smile
She may come, I know not when
When she does, I'll lose
So baby until then

Lock me away
And don't allow the day
Here inside, where I hide with my loneliness
I don't care what they say, I won't stay
In a world without love

I don't care what they say, I won't stay
In a world without love

I can't quite remember when Mommy bought all 4 volumes of Seasons of Love. If I'm not mistaken, it must be about 6 years ago and I was already singing to them when Mommy first played them on the CD-player. I'm usually no sucker for lovey dovey sappy ballads. But the melody of this song just sounds so funky, so funny and so light-hearted, which is totally different from the crooning whiney pitch of love songs nowadays.

Not to mention how sexy all these singers of the oldies sounded with their deep husky voices. You really should go check the songs out! Yummy!

*coughs and sputters admist my belting of these oldies*

Haha... Sorry man! I know I'm still coughing and should be resting my throat but these songs are just so catchy and irresistable. Damn! I'm just born in the wrong decade.

WildChild @ 8:40 pm | comment link here

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

March is a goddamn unlucky month for me.


This is bad.

This is really bad.

This is really really bad.

I coughed last night. And I tasted the copperish taste of blood. I coughed a few more times, praying I was wrong. But the copperish taste lingered and grew stronger. Took a few big gulps of water to wash away that awful taste.

I really need to see the doctor.

So I slept at 3.30am after finishing my lab report and a revision essay. Woke up at 7.30am, wondering if I should go to school. Drifted in and out of lalaland till 8.30am and decided that I'll go to the doc's instead of school (which starts at 9am on a Tuesday for me - I'd be late anyway). Fell back into lalaland and got woken up by my mom when she called my mobile at 9.10am. Mommy said she'd gotten me a queue number 6 at the clinic and she will go do some marketing first, but I needed to be down at the clinic by 10am.

Dragged my arse out of bed, took a shower, had my breakfast and hopped on a cab. Went to withdraw $100 first before reporting at the clinic. Had to wait for another 25 mins before it was my turn. While waiting, some disobedient kids acting like retards irritated me to no end. One of them bumped into me and earned a soft mutter of 'sick fuck' from me. I don't understand why their parents don't bother to discipline them. If scoldings don't work, then it's time for harsher discipline like a good smack, right?

Anyway, Doc said I've been coughing for 3 weeks and counting. He said if I don't get better by next week, he's gonna order me to go for an x-ray. Gave me 4 types of medicine, of which 1 is a cough syrup, 1 is a 5-day course of antibiotics, 1 is for swelling and 1 is for the airway/asthma/cough. *winces* More rest, no heaty or spicy or cold food and drinks for me. *makes a face* But good news is, my blood pressure has returned to normal! Hurrah!!!

So much medicine... *flips*

By the time we were done and waiting at the bus stop for the bus, it was 11.05am. I was waiting under a tree and staring into space, when suddenly, spurts of warm liquid rained down on my head, onto my glasses and then my t-shirt. My first reaction was shock of course! Jerked a little and thought it was just morning dew from the leaves. Then realisation sinked in when I recalled the liquid felt warm and there were birds on the tree.


It was the bird's pee from one of them! And they were still chirping away merrily on the branches while I glared and grumbled at them. Grrr!!! Mommy just laughed at my predicament. I smelt the wet spots on my t-shirt just to make sure, but there wasn't any funny odours. However, later on, the wet spots turned kinda whitish against the maroon colour of my tee. Damn those birds! I couldn't wait to go home and bathe with all those news and talk about bird flu in neighbouring countries. Goodness... I was whining at Mommy to get a cab but she said we have already waited so long for the bus and were already at the bus stop. Bleah!

So I tried to be positive - at least they did not shit on me.


I also want to give a big shout out to the peeps in school for helping me take notes and catching up on whatever lectures/tutorials I've missed out on. THANK YOU! All of you have been such wonderful darlings. Haha... Really thankful and sorry for imposing on y'all and for any trouble I've caused. =)


Baby's coughing too. He said his doctor also advised him to go take an x-ray because he did cough out traces of blood. But Baby's refusing an x-ray. I'm worried sick. Because he is a smoker and he did not abstain from alcohol or ciggies and continued to go clubbing despite being sick.

I don't like to nag at him and I'm pretty pissed at him for reducing me to a worried and whiney old nag. Why can't you be a bit more sensible?! So old already and yet not know how to take care of yourself.

I don't like this one bit. =(

WildChild @ 12:47 pm | comment link here

Monday, March 27, 2006


*coughs and sputters*

I am still coughing my lungs out. I don't know why ok. It is irritating me to no end. When I breathe in, my throat feels ticklish and my chest feels kinda airy and cooling - I cough. Shucks! Mommy says if I continue to cough like that, I'm gonna get asthma. And she is nagging at me to go see the doctor. Ah...

The second thing Mommy is nagging at is that I am biting my nails. Seriously, I hardly bite my nails. But I have been doing it of late. Most of the times, I am unaware of biting my nails, until Mommy pointed it out an hour ago. She said nail-biting is a sign of being mental stress.

Conclusion: I'm sick - physically and mentally.


These past few days I have been sleeping and eating a lot. Haha... I know I'm a pig. I've been slacking/procrastinating a lot too. Tsk tsk... Someone please help me dig out all the fat lazy worms under my skin. Thanks!

In addition, these two weeks have been like a fairytale dream to me. I've met a great guy. We hit off pretty well. He makes me happy. Alas, 4 days ago, we had our first minor argument misunderstanding.

At first, both of us tried to shrug it off and pretended that there was nothing wrong. Then I realised things couldn't go on like this because it was distracting me from my studies. So I decided to have a talk with him.

Him: So what's your decision?

Me: My decision is not to be stupid.

Him: Oh, understood. That's a good thing.

Me: Yeah.

Him: Go use your time to concentrate on other things instead.

Me: Heh. Ok.

Him: Yup!

5 minutes of silence...

Me: Anyway, thank you for making me happy for the past week. Haha...

Him: Huh? Were you? For the past few days, I've thought about it. I think I'm disturbing you. I am not the one that you wish to appear in the picture.

Me: Nah, I was really happy.

Him: I was happy too. But for the past few days, I figured that I'm just another of your many friends.

Me: Did you ask for my thoughts on that? I don't know about you, but I don't talk to my bestie about all my other friends. Because seriously, I don't want to come across as being a leech, and I don't mince my words. If there are issues, let's talk about it. Don't beat around the bush.

Because if you think things between us is not going to work out, tell me. Don't leave things hanging high and dry and hoping issues will resolve by themselves.

Him: Hey, actually I just want to know what you are thinking. I hope that things will work out but I don't know if you feel the same way. The thing is, from what I see, I thought you just want us to remain as friends. So I kept my distance from you. I didn't want to come across as throwing myself at you.

And yeah, we went on to talk somemore and trash things out. It was pretty ironical for me cos' I am usually the one to run away from problems first. However, I'm usually the emotionally stronger one in a relationship. Geez... Oh well, I think that made both of us understand each other a whole lot better and that was great! Both of us "kissed and made up". Haha.. I think he was so sweet to admit to being too rash to come to such a silly conclusion because I couldn't go out with him on some days due to other commitments. He was also so adorable when he said he didn't like to see me upset and apologised for the heartache he caused me. Sure takes a lot of courage for a big man like him to admit to his faults and apologise. Heh...

I must not let these honeyed words get to my head.

My baby's playing with his calculator at the Macs with his friend, both of them competing to see who can press the calculator faster, as I am typing this blog entry.

-.-" Boys...

Ok! Needa clear up some tutorials and lab report. Toodles!

WildChild @ 11:15 pm | comment link here

Friday, March 24, 2006

It has been a Crazy month with a capital 'C'. Assignment deadlines were postponed, assignment deadlines were set back to back, a couple of tests, a couple of presentations and a lot of assignments.

And it didn't help with a cranky weather. Dry, extremely hot and dirty dirty air.

And so The Great Humps was down with fever, flu, cough, headache, blurry eyesight, blocked nasal tract, occasional nausea and a weak appetite for two whole weeks. I finally succumbed and had to see a doctor last friday cos' I was feeling so very bad.

Reasons why I like seeing the doctor:-

i) The doctor has got the same surname as me.

ii) The doctor is cute, handsome and is very nice and polite towards me and my family.

iii) The doctor does his best to make his patients well, very caring and professional.

Reasons why I hate seeing the doctor:-

i) Waste of time. I waited for one full hour before it was finally my turn.

ii) Waste of money. Paid $10 on the going-return cab fares. Had to pay $32 for four types of medicine, including antibiotics. Ok lah, that was rather reasonable, but still, I needn't spend this money if I was stronger.

iii) Adorable kids turn into irritaing, whiney, spoilt brats when they are at the clinic. I'm already feeling so lousy, and still these kids can run around, causing a ruckus. GRRRRrrr!!!

iv) The cute, handsome and kind doctor is married already. Booo!!!

So anyway, Doc proceeded to measure my blood pressure as usual. And usually, he would look up with a smile and give me an all-clear signal for normal blood pressure. But this time, he frowned and said "Girl, your blood pressure is abnormally high. Let's measure it again."

So, he measured my blood pressure a second time and it was still abnormally high. He inquired and I grimaced. How to have a normal blood pressure when I have not been eating well, getting enough rest/sleep and rushing out so many assignments?! To refresh your memory, I have been getting an average of 5hours of sleep per night three weeks ago. Then two weeks ago, it dwindled to an average of 4hours of sleep per night. If I'm lucky and efficient enough, I get 5 hours of sleep. If not, I get 2-3 hours of sleep only.

Doc sighed but told me firmly that no matter how potent his medicine is, without adequate rest and sleep, I'm not going to recover. I nodded groggily, said my thanks and left to collect my medicine. When I reached home, took my medicine immediately and hit the pillows. I wasted that night and the next morning, just sleeping and walking around my house aimlessly, doing nothing.

On Saturday night, I stayed up till 2am to finally complete an assignment. Thank Goodness! I set the alarm for 8am the next morning, but only dragged my arse out of bed at 9am. Started on the other assignment immediately and was sitting in front of the laptop for a full 19 hours till 4am before the second assignment was finally completed.

But no, it was not time to rest for the day yet. I stayed up for another 1 hour to get some project ready for Show and Tell. So by the time I got to my bed, it was already 5.15am - 15 mins to put on facial mask. Woke up at 8 to realise the fucking printer was not cooperating with me. Smashed my fist into the armchair and screamed in frustration. Yeah, was already on the brink of insanity.

Went to school to get all my assignments printed out and organised neatly to be handed in. By the time I had gotten to handing in my work, I was so exhausted. My face was flushed red and I was perspiring profusely - severe dehydration. My limbs were trembling and my legs were struggling to support the rest of my body. My replies to my tutors were soft and weak, and I was holding back, trying hard not to puke. My tutors' concern and motherly instincts reduced me to tears. I skipped classes for that day and went home in a taxi.

When I reached home, I went straight to bed and slept for 6 hours. Mommy had to go to the doctor for me to get me 2 days' of MC. During my 6 hours hibernation, Mike left me 6 sms and called me twice to check on me. According to him, I hung up on him when he first called me. I was surprised because I had absolutely no recollection of him calling me more than once. Haha... When he called me a second time, 2 hours later, I answered the call and we talked for a minute before I drifted back to lalaland again. Again, according to Mike, I sounded very weak and it scared him shitless when I didn't reply any of his 6 sms and hung up on him even.


Right now, I am already 90% recovered. Coughing now and then and the mucus is still around. I can't wait to return to my swimming routine. But at least some good things turned out from this ordeal.

a) Mommy, although very naggy, had been extremely caring and supportive during this time. Thank you! I love you! Haha...

b) I lost a couple of kilograms. Time spent on sleeping > Time spent on eating

c) I realised how good it is to have someone, other than family and close friends, who cares so much for me and makes me feel so loved. Thank you, Mike! *hugs*

So this is what it feels like to feel for someone. I smile when I think of you each night before I sleep. You are the first person that comes to my mind when I wake up each morning. It also becomes a routine to check my mobile phone for your sms every morning. I know you've been worried sick about me, and now you yourself have fallen sick too. Please take care of yourself, baby. I don't like your irregular working hours. I don't like how you treat alcohols as water. I don't like the fact that you smoke heavily.

The fact that you are a heavy smoker and I am equally an extreme anti-smoker, holds me back from accepting you.

To the other, I know you are a nice guy. I know you like me, and I know I should reciprocate your feelings, and even more so because you are the epitome of a typical good man - don't smoke, don't drink, don't gamble, don't womanise - no vices. But there are times you are wishy washy and simply doesn't understand me at all. Oh well... There's still time to get to know each other better, right?

WildChild @ 12:37 pm | comment link here

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Can one ever feel like oneself is dying?

Wasting away, gradually but surely...

Because, I can.

I can feel that I am dying slowly, but surely.

And this feeling sucks.

Everything seems so off.

Nothing (even people) is helping.

Uneven skin pigmentation and ugly pimples popping up on my once almost flawless face.
Losing hair at a pretty fast rate.
Blurry eyesight after every lessons everyday.
Getting sick becomes a monthly routine.
Tightness in the chest, heaviness in the head.

For the past 3 days, I have been down with fever and the cough-until-your-lungs-hurt-and-your-throat-turns-raw cough. My voice has turned hoarse from the cough and the whole face is flushed red from fever. On top of that, I am not getting enough sleep nor rest due to all those infuriating assignments and the looming tests and exams up ahead.

I can't afford the time nor do I want to see the doctor. A waste of time, a waste of money. So for the time being, I'm on self-medication. I hope my voice can still hold out for one more day and my body, mind and soul can hold out for another 5 days. I've got a presentation tomorrow. I need my voice and my head - I need to be focused and deliver that extra OOMPH! factor in my presentation tomorrow.

So since, I'm so busy and am falling apart soon...

I think I'm better off dead.

But I'll be back again by next Wednesday, dead or alive.

*falls back into my rubies-encrusted, opal-studded and titanium made coffin*

Like a candle,
standing solely against the strong Wind,
I wonder,
when the bright lively flame,
of this Candle,
will be snuffed out?

WildChild @ 9:33 pm | comment link here

Sunday, March 12, 2006

It's scary how much you resemble Thomas.

It's scary how the past comes back to haunt me.

It's scary how strong the attraction between us is.

I don't like this one bit. It seems all too familiar. The teasing, the lust, the laughters, how much we enjoyed each other's company. I'm freaked out. I don't think my poor heart could take it if I actually believed your words and they turn out to be lies. Please understand and give me some time.

2 years ago, Thomas practically ripped my heart into shreds overnight and left me without any proper answers. Up till now, I couldn't find any reason why he did what he did.

I was left confused.

Hurting so bad I slashed my arms repeatedly, rubbed salt into my wounds and let the cold water run over them. I rocked myself back and forth, tears running down my cheeks as I desperately tried to find an explanation.

I don't ever want to go through that sort of shit again.


Watched Underworld: Evolution with Sapph today. Haha... Kinda boring, but cinematography was good. I like old world stuffs so the movie appealed to me. But I could sense Sapph's boredom beating at me. So restless in her seat and was sms-ing half the time. Haha...

Then we went to walk around the mall, window shopping and talking as usual. She looking for a laptop cover and me deciding which mobile phone to get. Couldn't find the laptop cover she was looking for, while I got my N6111. Haha... Am having second thoughts now, was thinking that I should have gotten N70. Oh well..

We had this weird conversation:-

Sapph: So whatcha gonna do after this?

Me: Ah? Go home, of course! What else is there to do? Your boyfriend's meeting you what. I don't want to be a lamp post ok.

Sapph: So boring...

Me: What to do... I don't have boyfriend what. You never introduce guys to me also.

Sapph: Haha... Your school no guys meh?

Me: Ah.. Cannot make it lah. Besides, it's a bad idea - Never get laid where you get paid.

Sapph: Aiyo! You ah...

An hour later, I left Sapph in the good hands of her man and went home $268 poorer. Sigh... Can hear wedding bells ringing already.


Those who know me, know I am pretty much antichrist. Seriously, I have never heard of any other religions that have to solicit/recruit believers and expand their legions, with Christianity being the only exception. Not to mention, how much Christians like to insult and look down at other religions. Goodness, how desperate can you people get? How rude and stupid can you be? How low can you go?!

Do you have to knock on each and every door in the neighbourhood to get them to join in your miserable gospel rallies?

Do you need to station your troops along the road and bus stops to harrass passers-by to attend church services?

No better than whores, ainnit?

If you can't respect other religions and continue to adopt that holier-than-thou attitude, I don't see why I should stop saying 'Fuck You' everytime I'm being pestered by y'all.

WildChild @ 11:57 pm | comment link here

Thursday, March 09, 2006

*crawls out from the grave*

I'm back!!! Missed me? Haha... The past few weeks have been hell! After bout' 5 days of catching up on sleep, good food and my favourite activities, I'm finally feeling like a human again. Haha... I'm back!

But unfortunately won't be back for long. Heh! Gonna disappear again now and then to finish up on the rest of the assignments and projects before the semester ends. And after that, there're still countless tests and exams. *faints*

Screwed up my test on Monday. No difference whether or not you studied for that test. BAH! Then went to watch a movie with Candice after school. Had dinner before the 7.05pm show - Final Destination 3. This movie is definitely not for the faint-hearted and those with weak stomachs. Too many gory scenes, but always the same ol' plot. I pretty much enjoyed it, but Candice was grossed and freaked out. Haha... Was totally bummed out by the time I reached home at 9.45pm.

Yesterday had some time to kill before going off for an appointment. So I went to Jurong Point and jalan jalan (walk around). Did some window shopping and had this strong impulse to just go get my new mobile phone and upgrade my line. But I held back cos' I wasn't sure which phone I wanted. Sigh... BUT! I got some pretty good bargains from Royal Sporting House which had a this removal sale and discounts up to 60%!!! I bought 4 pairs of Reebok shorts which were going at a price of $19.90 each instead of the usual $29.40. Oh, am wearing one now as I'm blogging this post. It's uber comfortable! Hehe... Then I went to Popular to get some marker pens, colour pencils and blue pens before going off.

Retail therapy is only for the richies.


What can you do with -

i) 2 pieces of frozen hashbrowns
ii) 2 eggs
iii) 2 slices of ham
iv) 1 can of clam chowder
v) 1 slice of cheddar cheese
vi) 2 teaspoon of butter
vii) some olive oil, a dash of pepper and a tablespoon of milk ?

Make lunch, of course!

Sinful, very sinful...

Campbell's Select - Clam Chowder

Ham 'n' Cheese Omelette and 2 Hashbrowns

Damn fattening! I know. But I do need to replenish my energy from all those hellish weeks and the swimming I had before I came home at 3.30pm today.

Ok ok! Maybe I did over-replenish. Hiak hiak hiak... And good thing my sis helped me finish it with a few big mouthfuls.

So anyway, I prepared all this in under one hour. Not bad right? Haha... Anyone wanna hire a maid to cook and prepare all his/her meals? Hire me!!! $50 per hour - You provide the ingredients and I provide the culinary skills.

Swimming is just so very therapeutic. I know I've said that before. So, I want a big jacuzzi in my apartment in the future. Let all the bubbles carry away all my troubles, worries, stress and lethargy after a hard's day work. Let me and my Significant Other spend some good ol' quality time in the tub. OOoooh...

Ok! Time for a catnap now! Meow... Ermm.. I mean - Ciao!

WildChild @ 5:37 pm | comment link here

Thursday, March 02, 2006


Blog owner of, Stephanie Dara, was officially pronounced dead this morning at 10am by the local coroner of blogtown.

The lifeless body of Stephanie Dara, who goes by the online moniker - Humps, was found slumped over the laptop on the table at her home in Singapore Blogosphere. A, her brother, was the first to discover the body. He tried to feel for a beating pulse but was distraught to find none and proceeded to give her CPR. Immediately after the failed attempt at resuscitating her, he then immediately called for the police and an ambulance.

A preliminary autopsy report suggests the cause of death to be stress related. Further autopsy done confirmed the cause of death as Brain Haemorrhage. The Chief Medical Examiner suspects that excessive assignments and projects with vague and inconsistent requirements and ridiculous deadlines, and lack of sleep could have caused the demise of this young lady.

It is believed that such a death was the first of its kind in Blogosphere. A strange letter, believed to have been written by Stephanie Dara herself before she died, was also found on the coffee table at her home. The contents of the letter are as follow: -

"Dear family and fellow friends,

These school assignments and projects are leaving me with an average of less than 5 hours of sleep per day for the past 2 weeks. The need to excel academically and its stress are taking a toil on my mind, body and soul. It is a pity that I will have to part with you soon.

Please, do not grieve for me, for I will be gone for only a short while. Just leave the television on and prepare a table full of good food and drinks and I shall return to life in 7 days. Take care. Till then, goodbye!

Stephanie Dara "

Will she really be resurrected next week? Only Stephanie Dara would know. Meanwhile, the police have classified this as a case of unnatural death. Further investigation has been put on hold till further notice due to the nature of the above mentioned letter. Nevertheless, her body has been released from the morgue and collected by her family. It is to be buried tonight at 12mn sharp. Burial cum memorial service will be held at the Blogtown Cemetery. Members of the public are also welcomed to attend.

WildChild @ 2:31 pm | comment link here

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Man for the sake of getting a living, forgets to live.
-Margaret Fuller

I am still very stressed. So stressed that I actually overslept this morning by a full hour and twenty minutes last night despite sleeping much earlier than my usual 3am for the past few nights. Besides, I have no recollection of waking up to switch off the alarm on my mobile at 7am. Mind you, lessons start at 8.30am today. Of course, I was late. Freaking late!

Jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom immediately. Did my business, brushed my teeth, washed my face, bathed and shampooed my hair in a record breaking time of 15 minutes. Wrapped the towel around myself and rushed back into my room, throwing on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts hurriedly. Then, packed my bag in a haste, grabbed my breakfast from the table and rushed downstairs to hail a taxi. By then, it was already 8.45am.

Went downstairs and saw two men waiting to take taxis too. One was on crutches, the other was in the Shenton Way dress code. So, I decided to take a bus to Jurong East Central to hail a cab. Infuriating ok! When I alighted the bus, I tried to get a cab but saw that the opposite side had got more available cabs driving past. Thinking that I would be able to get a cab more easily if I was on the opposite side of the road, I crossed the overhead bridge. Then, it was like Fate was playing a joke on me. Now the available taxis are all on the other side of the road where I was standing less than 5 minutes ago!


Waited for another painstaking 10 minutes. Luckily, a cabbie uncle spotted me and made a U-turn to where I was and I was on my way to school. Gobbled down my breakfast on the 10 minutes journey. By the time I reached class, it was 9.20am! Felt really nauseous from all those stress, hurrying and worries. Then I heard from my friend that the tutor was asking if anyone had seen me earlier on. Heh...

That said, lessons ended at 11.30am today. So I went swimming after that to destress. The sun was merciless, but oh so goooooood. Water was fine too. After a few laps, I went to the jacuzzi to suntan and relax, letting all the bubbles massage my aching body and soothe my weary soul. Of course, there were eye candies around, both males and females. So I treated my eyes to some 'ice cream'. Hehe...

Closed my eyes and just enjoyed the serenity for that moment. Then two girls came to join me. They talked about their work and all while I continued my dip. Then I overheard them say...

Girl A: Ermmm... My breasts very small leh.

Girl B: Haha.. Yar loh!

I opened my eyes a little and saw that they were looking at my breasts that were clad in bikini and were comparing theirs with mine. I tried my best to keep my face straight but they continued to make fun of their cup sizes and were giggling.

Girl A: You think her breasts how big ah? Got B cup anot?

Girl B: What B cup?! B cup very small leh! She is at least a C if not a D cup size loh.


Girl B: You can buy push-up bras mah. Increase your cup size. Haha..

Girl A: Cannot lah! I am really flat loh! I got no breasts! Hahaha...

Then my face contorted from all those repressed laughter, but it must have looked really hilarious because the girls burst out laughing so loudly when they looked at me.

Oh well... I'm blessed with beautiful assets like that and am well-endowed. Thank goodness for these 'little' things in life.

Swimming really did a whole lot of good to calm my frenzied nerves and drive away some of the tension in my body. It is so therapeutic. Aaahhh... But the funny thing is, I actually brought my coursebook along to the pool to read while I was suntanning. Haha... Silly me!

Came home and slept some more. Now I feel all so refreshed and ready to face the challenges once more!


Found a quote which I want to give to my tutors:

Take rest; a field that has rested gives a bountiful crop.

Please be clear and consistent in your requirements for assignments, projects and assessments. It would make life a hell lot easier for all of us.

To my project/assignment group mates:

For fast-acting relief, try slowing down.
-Lily Tomlin

Please don't heap anymore unnecessary stress on me. Trust me, I know what I'm doing. I set my own pace and I will always get things done within the required time frame. If I break down and go insane, it won't be good for any of us.


WildChild @ 10:41 pm | comment link here

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desires for 2007

+ a good man to settle down with
+ a GPA score of higher than 4.1
+ a ton of good crime fiction books
+ a few more pounds to be shed
+ to look and feel good about myself

to be done soon

+ lose more weight
+ get a new pair of spectacles
+ shop for new shoes
+ a pedicure & manicure session
+ an eyebrow trimming session
+ a hair makeover
+ shop for CNY clothes
+ shop for bra and panties

movies watchlist 2007

+ Curse of The Golden Flower
+ Pan's Labyrinth
+ One Last Dance
+ Zodiac
+ Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
+ Hannibal Rising
+ The Number 23
+ Spider-Man 3
+ 28 Weeks Later
+ Ocean's Thirteen
+ Nancy Drew: The Mystery in
Hollywood Hills
+ Harry Potter & The Order of Phoenix

my babes

[*] Charlette
[*] Dee
[*] Denise
[*] Gladys
[*] Imms
[*] Jo
[*] Lil Sis
[*] Linyan
[*] Lynn
[*] Munster
[*] Rozie

my hunks

[*] Ahxing
[*] Amos
[*] Brudda
[*] Dan
[*] Darthsid
[*] DK
[*] Dude
[*] Hao
[*] John


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