my mundane life. sigh.

Much ado about nothing.

2008-10-24T08:20:00.000-07:00

If you have a loved one, you never realise how good you had it till it's gone, but absence makes the heart grow fonder. But don't you worry, love will find a way, even though its more like out of sight, out of mind.

Good things come to those who wait, but time and tide wait for no man. So should I sit at home and twiddle my thumbs or not?

If you have a dream, seize the day, but then again, haste makes waste. And besides, Rome wasn't built in a day. Fools rush in, but don't put off to tomorrow what you can do today!

Are you confunded yet?

If every cloud has a silver lining, then excuse my french, but what's the fucking point if all good things come to an end?

If a picture paints a thousand words, and actions speak louder than words, then is actions > a picture or the other way round? Silence is golden so anyone up for pictionary or charades?

If its the little things in life that count and if less is more, then what the hell is united we stand, divided we fall?

If a fool and his money are easily parted, then why is it goddamned so that ignorance is bliss?

Einstein's a smart guy right? He says Imagination is more important than knowledge. So all that forewarned is forearmed nonsense? Don't buy it.

Keep your enemies close, but when blood is thicker than water, am I supposed to love my family if they screw me over?

Charity covers a multitude of sins and it begins at home - this means a multitude of sins begins at home? So much for home is where the heart is - we must be all heathens.

Variety is the spice of life, but better to be safe than sorry! East, west, home's best. So stay at home with your barrage of sins. And anyways, curiosity killed the cat. You might die if you leave your house.

But dead men tell no tales, so look on the bright side, no one will air your dirty laundry.

To make a long story short, my tongue in cheek, do turn a blind eye and remember that god helps those who help themselves, but don't count your chickens before they hatch.

Life is full of contradictions. let's just all sit at home and sin and die.

Walk on your own road.

2008-10-03T23:39:00.001-07:00

I've never understood why people like to compare themselves with anybody else. Specifically, me.

Do not compare yourself with me.

I'm uniquely retarded in my own way so I'll do things my way, thank you very much.

I don't understand why people think I'm so weird. I AM weird. I know that.

But hey, it's MY weird life, MY weird way of doing things and MY weird way of thinking.

everyone has their own paths to walk. I'll never try your way, because its not going to work for me.

Just like my way's totally not going to work for you.

So walk on your own road.

And I'll walk on mine.

But what if I'm not good enough?

2008-09-23T09:00:00.000-07:00

Everyone says "Aim for the stars, even if you don't get it, you're still be reaching high."

Yea, sure. :/

But what if I don't know how to keep it once I've got it? It's like getting a top-of-the-range PJ ( hello, private jet) and learning how to fly from computer games. (hey, could happen.)

What says that you'll know how to deal with it once you get it?

That in fact, what you're afraid of is success itself.

I aim too high sometimes. And I don't ever let go once I get something.

I worry I'm holding on to the wrong things.

Life?

2008-02-09T01:17:00.001-08:00

I used to think that a career would be everything, that once I attained a certain level of success, that everything would fall into place.

Shouldn't it?

I think I could be wrong.

It's been a while.

2008-02-09T00:31:00.000-08:00

I haven't blogged in yonks. and I have to apologize for the incredibly long time that I've been away and I definitely didn't think it'd be so long.

But its hard to explain how when you start to sit down and write something and suddenly you experience a brain fart and everything just stops.

And that's it. you've got no more juice left.

one paragraph and your brain's dead.

fuck.

but here's a good place to start again.

7 deadly sins

2006-10-29T03:54:00.000-08:00

I've been influenced by Chris's post on 7 deadly sins, and what can I say?

I see it everywhere.

And I make no excuses for the sad excuse of human being that I am. I'm guilty of almost everything.

Technically, the 7 deadly sins shouldn't really apply because, let's face it here. we're in what.. 2006? and the 7 deadly sins was created like eons ago.

But I digress.

Let's intepret it in our modern ways and where the 7 deadly sins can be mostly seen:-

* Note: This is merely my honest reflection on the 7 deadly sins.
I make no apologies for the truth. *

1. PRIDE: 面子. (eng= face)
Let's face it, as asians, we are ALL about pride. A'zean Pride.
But, don't make excuses. It's present in more instances than you think.
And worse of all, it's celebrated as a indicator of success.

Think about it.

Some examples of pride:
a.) My kid is better than your kid. He scored like 150000 As. so yeah. he kicks ass. because he can score 150000 As compared to your kid's shitty 14999 As.

b.) I carry a LV Bag. my el-low-vee is not from china, taiwan or bangkok, but mine is airflown from italy and is much better than your Carlo Rino. So because I am carrying some dead guy's initials printed all over my luggage, I am more superior, yes I am.

c.) I live in district 10,000. My district 10,000 is better than your ulu neighbourhood. Therefore, my hood rules.

2. ENVY: What we cannot get, we envy.
In our flawed society, the greater your pride, the greater your level of success
( as augmented in your resplendent material possessions.)

Therefore, a by product of envy is to bitch, which is nicely portrayed in our 'auntie networks'.

Some examples of bitching:
a.) Young girl walking with old man.

Instant bitch:
i) he is either her real dad, or,
ii) he is her sugar daddy.

Obviously the latter if;
i) they do not look alike
ii) she is dressed remotely skimpily

b.) female carrying LV bag walking with male.

Instant bitch:
i) she must be *ahem* doing something to get that bag.
ii) the male is her boyfriend and must have bought it for her.

c.) young male driving expensive imported european car (NOT Fiat ok?)

Instant bitch:
i.) his parents bought it for him.
ii.) he must have sold his morals to get that car.
(either something illegal blue collar or white collar)

I guess society has always taken things at face value (hah check out my fab pun), and neglected real values.

Taking a book by its cover? Just look at the crap on bookshelves these days.

Lovely cover, wonderful marketing, beautiful colours and artwork on the outside.
But reading the book makes you wanna gag. Absolute shite inside.
So how can you judge a book by its cover?

It's no wonder we're losing trust these days.
Don't judge marketing or advertising, judge HOW its used.
It's a wonderful powerful tool for reaching the masses, but its blatantly abused.

3. GLUTTONY : too much food.

I don't have much to say on this. Just take the fact that :
a.) There's too damn many buffets in Singapore
b.) Most people LOVE food.
c.) Most people eat too much.

You really only need so many calories a day to survive. You won't DIE if you don't eat.

But let's face it, we're almost all gluttons. eating less pork lard and more veggies with your 500 calorie fried noodles with extra chilli and extra sauce is not healthy nor nutritious.

(I'm just making an honest observation, I'm guilty of this myself. I'm a compulsive overeater. and I know my buffets. dammit. So yeah, pot, kettle, whatever. )

4. LUST: oohlala.

I have no comment. I'm completely and utterly guilty. I have a nice folder in 'My Pictures', completely stuffed with pictures of Brad Pitt, Jonathan Ryes, Safin, Orlando Bloom, etc.

And of course, my secret (or not so secret) collection of Kimi pics. oh wells. you can't win them all.

5. ANGER: *Roar*

ooh hot topic. I'm again, most guilty with this, because I have an incredibly bad temper, but hey. My thoughts are worth more than my experiences*, aight? (*because I already know its wrong)

I've once thought that perhaps we were an angry lot because we are a suppressed, hollow, rude society.

Don't think I'm too far off the mark:
a.) Road Rage: Just look at the inventive choice of words used, and the creativeness employed in highly illegal road manoeuvres in road rage.

It's amazing what people (especially taxi drivers) can come up with when their lanes are overtaken, or when the guy in the next lane drives 0.0001mm nearer to that white line dividing 'his side' and 'my side'.

b.) Don't know if anyone remembers that article on Everitt Road about the neighbours taking each other to court over silly trivial matters, and doing, shouting unspeakable things to each other. and apparently it went on for like 7 years? yes, well. ANGER. *meaningful look*

c.) The teacher that cut off the student's hair on the day of his/her exams? wow now I totally applaud that move, that was WAY cool, but really. teeny bit angry now, that?

6. GREED: more.

we always want more. More money, more pride, more success, more of EVERYTHING.

I don't need an ABC for this, just look at the femes 5 Cs ( the equation for success) we've got:

Car: Just having a car in Singapore is good enough. A new 06 Toyota costs like 100K up. And we've not factored in the tax yet.
But in order to reach the higher strata of success, buy a 200 Merc and Up. Beemers are always accepted, but only for series manufactured later than 2004.

Condo: Housing is expensive and even if you have to work your entire lifetime to buy one, it also matters where. District 10 to 12 is highly recommended for the elusive wow factor.

Cash: Money in the bank. As good as money in your hand. But these days, its all about:

Credit: cards, or just credit. Hey, it's money. Munny good. the more the merrier.

Club: It costs like another car to buy a Club. It's a status thing. But some clubs are better than others. (4 legs good, 2 legs bad)

7. SLOTH: laziness.

Ok, probably I'm just the only pig around, but I sure like to do nothing on weekends but sleep.

I don't think I'm the only one. :)

Anyways, I am completely guilty of almost all the sins, but I don't think I'm alone, and my thoughts and opinions are separate of my experiences. (I apparently don't learn anything from life)

But really. I guess we've a long ways to go.

Asians pwn at the game arcade.

2006-09-24T08:19:00.000-07:00

Wah, he damn li hai.

CHO-PLUNK!

at least. i think its chopin. can someone tell me if i'm wrong?

It could be chai-coss-key. ok nvm. excuse my lame-ass jokes.

On Shirts and Love.

2006-09-09T00:17:00.000-07:00

I've blogged about loads of stuff now.

Mostly about how shit life can be and about silly things in my life.

But I've yet to blog about love.

Actually, I don't know a lot about it. Everyone would say 'oh everyone knows about that kind of stuff. You meet someone you like and hey presto! there's love!'

But there's more to it than that for me.

See, I've always felt that finding love is like finding the right shirt.

There are many kinds of shirts out there.

Bright Red ones, with danger emblazoned over them, dull grey ones made of the softest cotton, Silk shirts which can only be drycleaned.

Thousands of materials, a million ways to sew the right fit, mainstream brands or tailored....

It depends on your kind of liking.

But you can only choose one.

You can only wear one.

I want a shirt that's comfortable, yet showy.

That feels like the softest silk, yet warm in cold times.

That's low maintenance, even if I tear it, or chuck it in the washer.

That has the best cutting in the world to make me feel like I'm slimmer.

That is solely made for ME.

That, to me, is the best shirt in the world.

And that, is purely why I have so few shirts. :)

Lana's Confession

2006-09-02T02:21:00.000-07:00

Everybody click here!!

Spanish!

2006-08-09T03:46:00.000-07:00

Monday Blues.

2006-08-06T07:54:00.000-07:00

*sigh*.

The definition of cute.

2006-07-26T13:25:00.000-07:00

There are many ways of looking at cute.

I mean, not every bloody thing is cute.
There is a difference between cute, and freaking ugly ok?

For example, there is universal cute.
Universal cute = things that are ALWAYS cute.
Such things would be like puppies. MOST puppies are cute, even Chihuahuas and god knows, they are damn ugly when they grow up.

Small things are cute. ***With the exception of disgusting things like insects and reptiles, that kind of thing.

DINOSAURS are NOT frikkin' cute. No, not even dino-babies. Not even Littlefoot from ‘The Land Before Time’. Because that is not even close to cute – that is just downright ugly.
But.
Certain things that are ugly are cute. I’ve always thought that Bulldogs were cute. They’ve got a squashed up face and they’re sorta cute in a weird way.

However, poodles are not fucking cute. They’re really disgusting and their fur/hair is unhygienic ok?

àThis is a fugly dogß

Babies.. ok well this goes on a case by case basis.
My friend Linda thinks most babies are ugly. After months of disagreement, I have to concede tis true.

Seriously tho, take a look at Heidi Klum's new baby. At first look, I was like 'What the freak is that' because her new baby is that ugly.

It’s a rare few that are cute.
Most of them are ugly. They look like ugly prunes.
Besides, you’d choose the dog that you’ve known for years rather than the baby you’ve only known for a week right?

And not every cartoon character is cute. Let’s face it. Mickey Mouse is NOT cute. In fact, he’s an irritating asshole.
Goofy is even more irritating and I’m positive Barney is universally hated. (with the exception of a few)

Hello Kitty is… ok I shall refrain from saying more for fear that I shall get beaten up in Dec(btw, u can take the psychological stress level test in the link above). heehee. I much prefer Shinkansen. It’s amazingly cute. Hehe.

But.. come on. Melody, Powerpuff girls, etc. Ladies, have some sense. These things are really too try-hard cute.

Astro boy is cute tho. :) And he’s powerful. *grin*

And yes, I am aware that I am quite disturbingly biased. no worries all, i know my faults. :D

Sashiburi (It's been a while)

2006-07-23T01:26:00.000-07:00

I've been not blogging for ages, and I'm so sorry to the pathetic few readers that I have, you must have missed me lots (not).

Anyhow, things have been real busy on my side and I KNOW that they will never ever be any less busy, and that its really no excuse..

BUT. I am improving things. I plan on taking leave next week so I can blog long and loud about all the shit in my life (god knows, there's loads), as well as rant all the way into the next millenium.

I need a holiday.

David Bacon

2006-06-24T04:46:00.000-07:00

:: Disclaimer: I just had to share this with y'all... ::

I was chatting with my family during a holiday in bangkok (ok it was on Tuesday), and we were talking about the World Cup.
Obviously.

Now, my auntie, who seriously knows next to nothing about soccer, and especially not about the World Cup, tried to chip in her 2 cents on the subject as well.

She happily chimed in while we were talking about David Beckham.

"Oh, Beckham (she pronounces it 'Bacon') he doesn't play for England!"
(We stopped in shock. Eh???)

"No, he changed - he plays for Italy!"
(Are you kidding? She must not know what she's talking about.)

She further insisted "NO, Bacon changed teams right? It was all in the newspapers before, he plays for Italy!!"

At this we all burst out laughing.
He changed teams to Real Madrid. (NOT ITALY)

And I don't think he gets to change passports just cos he plays for Real (not that he really wants to change passports, of course).

Heeheehee. My auntie is so funny sometimes.

Things that make me go ARRGHHHHHH. (sung in tune with Macca's CM 'Things that make u go hmmmm'

2006-06-16T20:45:00.000-07:00

There are loads of stuff that makes me go ARRRGGHHH.
purely because I am a very strict regimented person (WHAHAHAHAHA ok maybe not) but loads of things seem to make me really irritated really easily. I have compiled a short (and defo not complete - there are LOADS more except I want everyone to think that I am a nice person, so I shall not blog the whole list - besides that its impossible, because the list is seemingly endless at this point.) list of

Things that make me go ARRGGHHHH:

1. When STUUUUPID Peter Crouch tries to perform a header goal. He is the same height as the goal post, so when u try a stupid manuever like that, PETER CROTCH, you should ANGLE YOUR HEAD so that the ball actually can go into the net instead of bouncing off the bar. And I know he does score goals, but it is a 1/10,000,00000,00000 offchance that it happens.

2. When STUUUPID Peter Crotch tries to perform bicycle kicks that end up with the ball going in the complete opposite directions. Really, just don't try it. Because your bicycle kicks suck. And you suck. YOU STUPID GIRAFFE-MAN.

3. When I have mistakenly pressed the Ctrl key on my phone and everything I type seems to come out in symbols. And I keep trying with every button on the keypad for the next few hours, strongly believing that my phone is seriously damaged. Then I discover that it was my mistake.

4. When I almost trip and fall in the mrt escalator, trying to catch the train, only to find myself stuck behind a few deaf people (EXCUSE ME CAN - no response) , then having the mrt doors close in front of my face when I finally manage to reach the train platform.

5. When people call me auntie. (I AM NOT A BLOODY AUNTIE CAN)

6. When I try to speak meagre french-glish to french people whose english is of the same or worse quality. (one day I shall share my 'unclear' story- heeheehee)

7. When I watch videos on youtube, then the video takes a few decades to load, and then it turns out it only plays the first 10 seconds of a 35 min video clip.

8. When I try to download free music downloads of a song that I reallyreally want. And then I discover there is static in the intro.

OK 8 is a FAT number. I shall stop here. hehe.

I am sure everyone shares the same thoughts, come on let me know if u feel the same.
;)

World Cup Fever

2006-06-16T20:38:00.000-07:00

I've caught it, and in a bad way.

Now, I'm not one of those fad-type fans, I do know my soccer, but... it seems to only occur every world cup.

I don't watch the EPL or any of those leagues, I mean, I used to, but now I don't anymore.

It seems to become boring. World cup, somehow is on a greater magnitude, so EVERY goal really counts.

and somehow, the fight seems fairer when you don't have 15 of the world's best players on your team because they're of a different nationality.

It's difficult to explain, but just take it from me that I've gone mad temporarily.

I am so, so in love with Spain. Torres (who looks AMAZINGLY like Cristiano Ronaldo - it's not just the hair i tell u), he's so talented. and Villa, alongwith the awesome combo of Xabi Alonso and Luis Garcia.

Spain is going really far. We should all back 1 or 2 underdogs, just to keep things interesting.

This year, I'm going Czechslovakia and Spain.

And I say England has a shot at winning the World Cup this year. heehee. Go ROONEY.

Anyone else caught WC Fever?

Aging.

2006-06-06T00:19:00.000-07:00

I once read in a book (hint: tuesdays with morrie - great book, read it.)
that

Age is growth, not decay.

But why do I feel like I'm decaying?????

OK so

2006-06-06T00:15:00.000-07:00

I'm just bored.

I've not blogged in some time. But I've really nothing to blog about.

I go to work and I come home.

I feel so philosophical nowadays... Is this a sign of age?

I don't want to grow up and tell my kids on how 'when I was your age, I did this and that'

OMG. I AM GETTING OLD.

this is why those 2 bitches called me auntie the other day!!

SKII where are yewwww........

Nothing to blog about.

2006-05-20T09:41:00.000-07:00

This is a picture of what heaven is.

At the moment, I have the hugest craving for an original glazed. But you can't buy Krispy Kremes in stupid Singapore.

Anyone, anyone who has access to Krispy Kreme, I wouldn't say no to a package of gorgeous original glazed. or strawberry shortcake. or maple iced. or glazed chocolate cake.

Email me if you can help me fulfill my goal. :)

MI3

2006-05-08T07:44:00.000-07:00

:: Disclaimer: like movie, like post. This message will self destruct in 8 seconds. because I am chinese and 5 is not 'fat' enough.::

I have just watched MI3.

I have just watched them blow up a perfectly good Lamborghini, purely because of no reason at all. Lambos just don't drop from the sky. If they did, there'll be a lot of dead people. And maybe a few happy ones. e.g me. but we're missing the point here. The point is, lambos don't come free.

SO, if I had a spare few million and decided to not help the poor people of china by throwing my spare american dollars into their consumption rich economy, I really think I would not blow up a lambo as a gimmick. Why a lambo??

Why not, say. a really 'zhnged-up' (this means fully modified, u know? like 2fast2furious) s2000. 2good2cheap. that's also a sports car. or if i was really feeling especially cheapskate that day, I'd get 3 mazda miatas and blow them up. A chick drove the car. she can drive a mazda miata and still wear that toga dress with 3 holes in it.

Also, blowing up expensive car in the VATICAN, is, I am sure, a cardinal sin. I bet you the ex italian priests are all rolling in their graves mourning for the great loss of a marvellous car.

And just in case you think I am really that dumb to believe that it's a real lambo, YES I KNOW IT CAN BE JUST A SHELL. But shells cost money too you know.

Basically, the whole point of my post is to point out that I am a rather poor person who would like a lambo. Yes, even though I KNOW i can't drive yet (shameshame), I would still like a lambo. Shell also can.

This is not a publicity gimmick. I will accept pirated items, even 'lanbo's. ;P Gimme. help me!

My childhood

2006-04-30T20:41:00.000-07:00

As inspired by Chris's post on her childhood, I was just reminiscing through my childhood and so I decided to post on that.

::Disclaimer: I'm much better now, promise. :) ::

When I was younger, I remember that I was a total nightmare as a child. As the first born, I was pretty much the only child until I was 6 -7 years old. My daddy adored me and I was pretty much my mummy's girl.

However, my parents had to work most of the time, so besides a domestic helper taking care of me, it was pretty much just me.

Don't get me wrong, I still think I had a great childhood, but when I think about some of the things I used to do, I can't help but shudder at how much my parents have been through with me. So even now, with my brothers acting up and everything, I just sigh and tell them 'I was the pioneer of my time. So seriously, all this is old news'.

You can pretty much tell I was awful.

Let's start with the basics.

::Homework::
Every kid HATES homework, but none moreso than me. I believe I went through 6 years of primary school, wait. secondary school as well, HATING homework. And of course, if you hate something, you just don't do it. So, I went through this period of time just NOT doing any homework.
But it gets better. Not only did I not do my homework, I threw my books away. I think I hid some of the more important ones (thank god I actually knew they were important), and threw the rest away.

To date, I think I remain the only person who ever burnt her textbook after an exam. :)
And I did think it was funny too.

::Teachers::
Now, the teachers, obviously, HATED me. I was a troublemaker, always not doing my homework and always questioning their actions. I would actively look up some weird question to test my teachers. And I would loooove to watch them SQUIRM trying to answer those questions. Sadistically, I would moreso enjoy watching them bluff their way out.
I don't think I really respected many teachers during my youth, though a few managed to keep me in line. A few teachers gave me the nickname of 'mosquito', because I sucked their blood.
I don't regret it, because they weren't even good teachers, and I rather disliked them because, quite simply, they didn't deserve any respect.
Obviously, a 30-40 year old picking on a what.. 9-10 yr old is shameless, and to this day, I still stand by the fact that they simply do NOT deserve any respect. Because they didn't teach.

I remember, when I was 14, I got 5 demerits (thus adding to my wholesome demerit record of 32 demerits), for actively waving the finger in a teacher's face. Now, she was an old hag anyways, so no skin off my nose, but this meant that I had one of the highest demerit records among the school (yes, the whole school), and this meant detention.
Detention, in those days, was really fun. When I was a teenager, I knew all the prefects. Or, councillors, as we called them. But yeah, I knew a good number of them, so detention, would be usually something like washing the loos, which had already been washed so all I had to do was splash some water around the place, and for the next 115 minutes, chat to the prefects, of which, most were good friends by now.

I also remember this one teacher. Man was she funny. She would tell us to copy something down, and then when everyone was madly copying, she'd turn around and berate us for copying it down and not listening to her. mentull.

But yeah, I managed to top that by getting some 40 over demerits the next year. which was awesome. ;)
But to this day, I dislike teachers. One thing is that I could NEVER be a teacher. at least, not to a class of 40 odd brats.

::School::
I hated school right for the very start. Why should I go to school, what was I learning that I did not already knew, or even better, had no practical use for? I didn't like Chinese, because I was not good with languages, moreso because I was English-educated, and Chinese just does not make any sense as a language. Now, I still think that Chinese is a difficult language, and anybody who can thoroughly master it does deserve some respect.
I thought the humanities were a waste of time, especially History. Who, would want to learn about dead people and the mistakes that they made? Not me, that's for sure. whatever happened in the 1800s should STAY in the 1800s. Life should be about progress, looking towards to future and all that. Why would you want to learn about the mistakes made some few hundreds years ago which are not applicable now?
Come to think of it, P.E. was a waste of time, Art, while fun, but stifled by the poor currculum and pitiful teaching, was ever moreso a waste of time, moral education, was quite simply, he most stupid lessons ever taught, and actually, pretty much everything was a waste of my time.
I liked english, but I was ahead of the class, and the teachers hated me too much to put me in an advanced class, which they later did, but which I still felt was stupid. I hated chinese, and the teachers knew it, which is why later on the years, they'd just look at me and tell that they give up on me. Quite true, I'm just not a chinese person.
I liked math, but I didn't like learning about fractions, or whatever, because the curriculum, was quite the most boring thing ever.

Learning should be full of life, it should be full of questions, it should defo NOT be about I'm TELLING you this, you remember that and regurgitate it in the exam.
This is why I still do not advocate the Singaporean education. You're raising dumb robots, not children. Who could ever hope to learn if they could not question?

::Parents::
Actually, I did make life incredibly difficult for my parents while they were bringing me up. A typical chinese thing is that the parents always wanna brag about their kids right? well not me. I remember, in order for me to get into the primary school that my parents wanted me to go to, they had to make a 'donation' to get me in, then follow up by monthly donations just to keep me in the school. ;P That was because of the trouble I caused when moving into that school. Another thing was that my mom had to come down to 'chat with the principal' every month, because my teachers would complain and complain.. until he got real used to seeing my face. And even until now, he still remembers and recognizes me. yeah. notoriety.

I also remember, when I was 6 years old. I saw this project, made by this other girl in class. Now I was intensely intensely jealous of her work, so when I got the chance, I ripped her project apart. Now the teacher thought I did it, and all the other girls thought that I did (they were right), but I completely kept denying it until I started to cry while she was crying. So I cried louder than her so I won, in a way. The teacher stopped pestering me, and she totally hated my guts after that. Strange though, now that I think about it, I really was a nasty little cow.

Ahh well, things change, and people grow up. I've loads more stories, but hey, won't wanna damage my pure reputation. haha, nahh just thought I'd reminisce about what I did when I was young.

But now I think you'd have an idea of why I do NOT want kids when I'm older. Shit, I'd DIE. I have no idea how my parents put up with it.

Parenthood is a really great thing. But I'm never having kids like me.

> A picture of me when I was younger. :)

Beat Crusaders!

2006-04-22T20:21:00.000-07:00

Please watch this video. I LOVE BLEACH. And this is one of the nicest songs I've heard in a while.. It's really catchy...

Just wanted to share.. Tell me if you like it!

Beat Crusaders - Tonight,tonight,tonight.

Now, if you like what you hear, here's another one of their great songs. I really like this too!

Beat Crusaders - Hit In The USA

Tree.

2006-04-22T04:45:00.000-07:00

Disclaimer: I was going to name it 3, from Tysen's comment on "Give me 3 links to cool shit you found on the Internet, 3 qualities/features you like your firends to have, and 3 links to flickr photos you think are awesome (and why)."
Anyways. 'Tree' is a private joke between my buds 'Linda' and 'Chris', yeah guys??

So.

Give me 3 links to cool shit you found on the Internet:

1. COOL SHIT > Youtube
I have spent the last 8-10 weekends catching up on all the jap anime I've missed out. People, you have got to discover youtube by now.

2. COOL SHIT > Billy Bussey
He's a graphics designer or something like that - hey. His site is COOL.

3. COOL SHIT > MyHeritage
Apparently I look 74% Lucy Liu, ok?
73% Zhang Ziyi!
70% Maggie Cheung!
67% Choi Ji Woo!
62% Jang Nara and Boa!
And.. 67% Marion Jones?

And of course, 55% Cindy Crawford. I knew I had supermodel in me somewhere.
And this teaches us, children, that I am blardee famoose ok?
I have 73% Zhang Ziyi, meaning if they have the sequel for Memoirs of a Geisha, I can be Sayuri with black eye colour.

Maaan. I am sooo cut out for fame.

3 qualities/features you like your friends to have:

Hmm. 3 qualities? I can't really answer that.
All I can describe is that when I'm with my friends, I know I can say anything, do anything and they would still accept me for what I am. Not what I can do for them, not what I can say to them.
This is really precious to me, because how many people in this world, would accept you for what you are and most importantly, NOT judge you?

But take you for what you are, your flaws and all.
That's true friendship to me, and I am so honoured and so, so lucky to have found it.

*ok, you can cry now.*

3 links to flickr photos you think are awesome (and why):

OK well, I'm really new to Flickr, honestly. And I've not browsed it AT ALL, because well.. I've only been to their website like twice. Yes, I know I suck, and I'm soo behind time / outdated. Anyhow, I'm not going to cheat and say I like my pictures best when I haven't seen the rest, so here's the best 3 I can find in 1 minute of browsing...

1. Triton : Firstly, can I please say that some of these shots on Flickr are truly amazing!! My god I did not think that there were SUCH talented people out there!
Anyways. I like this picture because of the feeling it gives when you look at it. It reminds me of how you're playing at the beach and you take that one last jump into the water because you're leaving soon? And you want to savour every bit of fun you can squeeze out of your last moments? It's a really great feeling...
2. B.Kid's Photoshoot : I looove this! It's so cute! Its so accidental - You just can't recreate that look on purpose - She's thinking about something... I wonder what?
3.Waiting to go on our walk : His expression is precious! 'Oh.. I wonder where he is...' I have no idea, but somehow, kids can be SO forgiving. If someone was making me wait, you can be sure, my expression would be nowhere near his. I'd be bordering on furious, really. AND he's innocently worrying about the other person... maaan.
I wish I could be like that! I wish I could wait like that!

OK, well I posted my answers now. I tried to incorporate as much of the comments as I could, but hey, there's only so much I can do...

Will blog more soon. Thanks very much y'all for all your support! I really appreciate you visiting, dropping comments and all.

In promise to Ultra, I will blog about my most vivid memory soon. I have to think about it first tho... ;)

I dunno

2006-04-16T08:06:00.000-07:00

what to blog about.

Please let me know if y'all have any ideas at all.

By the way, to share a completely useless fact with you,

I like Kitkat.

Ok, useless fact over. :)

Tell me what you want me to blog about!

Melbourne F1 GP post.

2006-04-08T03:48:00.000-07:00

Alright, as promised.. going to post about my melbourne trip.. and as usual..
::Disclaimer: LOTS of ranting about KIMI! Now, I love the boy to bits, so you're warned. I'm like, a complete groupie where he's concerned. ;) ::

So. Melbourne.

What can I say?
I'll let the pictures do the talking, like your fingers do the walking.
Yes. I am cliched like that. waddevah.

First. I left Singapore at 11:50pm (nearly missed my flight because I am one of those people that walk in @ the last minute of the last boarding call -yes I am bastardly like that) on Wednesday. Nearly DIED on the plane because I was so bored + I cannot sleep on planes.

Landed in Melbourne on Thursday morning like at 10am. Now, of course, knowing my luck, I manage to get the meanest a-hole in the entire customs, who very nicely put me down under 'W', which translates as 'get-in-line-you-sneaky-asian-who-must-be-smuggling-shitloads-of-illegal-drugs'. I'd take a picture of him if I could, but at the time I was too pissed off to care, really.

And I have to say, the melbourne airport personnel are SO strict:
They scanned my suitcase > unpacked my suitcase > swabbed EVERYTHING in my suitcase for narcotics > swabbed the INSIDE of my suitcase for narcotics > scanned the EMPTY suitcase > repacked everything > scanned my handbag.
Fuckers.

I must look like a common criminal. Shite.

So I didn't manage to get out of the airport till like... 11ish. Knowing that my friend Linda wld be landing at like 12ish, I thought I might as well grab some coffee and wait for her in the lounge. So, waited till like 12ish in which we manage to get the dumbest taxi driver in the world. He could have GPS installed in his brain and still NOT know where he's going, I swear.

Anyhow, arrived at the hotel, which by modern day's standards would be nicely termed 'a dump', we find out that you can't actually check in yet, which kinda sucks. Still, we take the chance to do some shopping, so we dump our luggage in the lobby and go shopping till check in time at 2pm.
I won't bore you guys with shopping details, but just take it from me that it is EXCELLENT. They don't call it fashion capital for nothing, hey.

When my other friend Chris arrives, we manage to check in. I won't go into detail here, but man.
You pay peanuts, you really get monkeys. (Sorry Linda, but I know you feel the same too. ;P)

But let's move on to the REAL reason why I was there: THE F1 GRAND PRIX.
oh man, the arena is like, massive. It's like 1/4 of Singapore. I mean, cos Singapore is like, teeny, y'know. And its so lovely to be there with so many other f1 fans, with the atmosphere teeming with other lovely people.
OK FINE. They were fucking rude. And really, there was so many people you can barely see what's going on in the tracks.

I'm not going to bore everyone with what we did for the first few days, so we'll just move on to Race day. (ok I forgot and I don't have any pictures. My bad.)

RACE DAY:

Now you have loads of stuff that's going on, but because I was dumb enough to only bring 2 disgustingly small memory sticks with so little memory in them, we'll just skip to the good bits. (* This also means an amazingly biased account along with amazingly biased pictures. )
Obviously, you can tell I am just scrabbling with what I have to work with, which ain't much.

Ah fekkit. Just lookit the pictures, y'all. I took YONKS to upload all these pictures, so appreciate them.
No, on second thoughts, just appreciate my effort. and my amazing photography skills. :D *shameless plugging*

Ide and Sato walking into the pits.
Personally, I'm developing quite a liking for Ide. The boy has talent.
I really reckon he could be big.
But nobody, nobody quite does it like Kimi.

The parade has started, the opening ceremony.

What are all the Renault boys looking at? The pit girls, that's what.
After the driver's parade, where they start setting up the positions.

Here is my boy starting from 4th.
(Note: 4 is also the $$$ symbol. fyi. I try to plug whatever I can. :P)

Some random shot of Montoya.
Just smiling before the race. He won't be smiling anymore later. * :)

My boy Kimi getting into his car. There are busloads of people all around him and I HATE the grilles. Yes, I realise I have a fantastic shot of the grilles and a crap shot of Kimi. Life is NOT fair.

I do not understand where all these people keep coming from.

Scram, fuckers. Thanks. Now its just my boy. And the grilles.

Starting.. Ready Get Set GO!
And they're off.

Here's my one good picture of Kimi passing through. I could not get any other shots because I am a shite camera-woman. :( Believe me, I tried REALLY HARD for this one shot.

I sneakily managed to get a good shot by using the electronic display board. It even has the words 'Raikkonen' in the lower left hand corner. :D And this is what happened when I tried to recreate that.

Some asswipe's bum big enough to fill China blocking my beloved boy's head + helmet.

This was a good shot. OF MONTOYA driving.

This was also a good shot. OF MONTOYA out. :)
Schumi Driving.

Schumi Out.
And a few billion missed shots in between, here they come.

In First place, Al-bloody-steal-my-boy's-glory-fonso. Or 'Fernie'. Actually, Fernie sounds bloody gay. Haha!

In Second place, MY BOY KIMI.

Ahh.. I'm so proud of him. I was happy with a podium finish. Damn unreliable, those McLarens.

And in Third position, Ralfie! And so we have our winners. They look like dominoes, all lined up like this.

Who are these random people all looking at?

My Boy, that's who! Yayy! *Spanish Wave* *happy dancing* Lalala! And we break open the champagne.

(Quick note: I SAW Kimi bloody drop the damn heavy bottle of champagne down 2 storeys into the crowd below. And it was bloody dangerous too. Mentull.)

And a quick peek into Kimi's garage just after the race. I'm sorry it's lopsided. And I'm too damned lazy to fix it, + I took so bloody long to put these pictures up, I am not screwing it up when it's almost perfect.

In the end...
All in all, I reckon it was a great trip. The shopping was SO GOOD (I wrecked my bank account), the race was awesome, because we had such amazing seats,where everyone possible crashed right in FRONT of us.
(by the way, if you watched the race, you might be wondering where's the button crash, and the reason why I don't have a bad picture of it is because there was too much smoke by the time I stupidly realised that he crashed. If you were watching, you may realise that his engine caught on fire, hence the smoke. But that's why I didn't get a picture of Button's smash up. You can try Linda's and Chris's blogs tho. I think they have pictures. :D)

Anyways, I loved the whole trip, especially catching up with my old mates - missed y'all!
so we are making plans for 2008's sepang - I am so going to try to get pit passes - Laydeez: Save up your money, we are so making the 08 KL GP.

We are happy campers.
Melbourne F1, 30/03/06 to 02/04/06.
Christabelle, me and Linda.