The night is still young. . .

Friday, December 31, 2004

And I'm still at home blogging away while 90% of you are already outside squeezing with the crowd. :)

Hereby, I shall save my SMS bill and wish all of you a virtual Happy New Year!!

Thank you Sumatra! Without you, Singapore is doomed for sure. So, as I've said before, DONATE GENEROUSLY!

But then, if what many people said is true, the end of the world is nigh, what with the tsunami, the bird flu, SARS, influenza, terrorists, then the passing of year 2004 means we are one year nearer to our extinction.

Doesn't sound like good news right?

What and how to celebrate when you know that there are so many dead bodies lying side by side somewhere, being sprayed with insecticide every now and then under the scorching sun, so badly decomposed that it was hard to tell whether or not the corpse belongs to a male or female.

Sure we need to get on with our lives. But that does not mean celebrating the new year happily. Thankfully, many countries were considerate enough to either cancel or tone down their New Year celebrations, with our very own channel 5's cancellation of the Live! filming of the nation's countdown.

I remembered years ago I was out on Christmas Eve, walking along Orchard Road with my friends, and basically minding my own business. Suddenly there was this crazy ribbon frenzy. People I know and DON'T know were squirting ribbons everywhere, anywhere. . and INTO my bag!

Like, WHAT THE HELL DO THEY WANT FROM ME!! Now these chemicals used to make those crazy ribbons are not to be trifled with. They become sticky over a period of time. I really pity the cleaners who cleaned up the road after the messy celebrations.

The worst of all worse thing was going home in the cab, and opening my wallet to pay the driver.

I realised that a tremendous amount of crazy ribbons somehow got itself wedged between my wallet, among the dollar notes. What luck! Stupid sticky smelly stuffs.

Thus, my new year resolution was to stay away from crowds during countdowns of ANY types.

My bro and his gf brought back a fried chicken too. Ya. A fried chicken. The whole thing fried and intact, minus the head!

We ate up everything except for a few pieces of meat which were left for the dogs. Actually, only ONE dog. Didi.

Chubby was in my brother's room. My guess was that they would have left a few pieces of meat for him. But poor Kilo, who was locked outside of the house had no meat!

Being the very fair and justified person that I am, I took the biggest piece of meat from the meat pile, ran to the balcony and called Kilo, hoping he would step out and I would throw the meat right into his very huge mouth.

I must have been calling in the dark at the balcony for 10 minutes. No response. Stupid dumb dog must have been sleeping too deeply, or else stubbornly refused to come out under the balcony because the floor is wet (had been raining the whole day).

Ok. Fine! Eventually Didi finished EVERY single thing. Here's a photo of him wiping his mouth on my mother's bedsheets after eating the chicken:









Let's not give too much attention to Didi. Bring some of the limelight back to Chubby shall we? Here's Chubby enjoying a fantastic car ride!

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 9:19 pm

Donate!

Thursday, December 30, 2004

Yes. I know we are all jerks and assholes for running away from all those poor kids holding Red Cross cans.

But the Tsunami attacks, with death toll rates currently 82,000 and RISING was really shit. Everyone's blog is talking about it. So should I, just to go with the flow.






Please donate generously. $10 is enough. Call 1900-112-1226. Or, if you are a godamn rich fugger, please donate $50 by calling the above number 5 times, or just simply dial 1900-112-1227.

If there is another very good reason why we should donate to them, it is PARTLY because our very stingy government donated a MERE $2 million dollars. 80,000+++++ people died and there's only like $2 million for their families (final death toll estimated to be over 100,000).

Come on! Do your maths!

$2 million dollars divide by 82,000 victims. That's like S$24++ EACH.

If this is not called stingy, tell me what is. I thought Singapore was always described as a wealthy republic. Look at our stingyness! Har? Singaporean? Who??

Haha. Ok. I'm being too extreme. I'm sorry Singapore. You know I love you (Ya, another line by Eminem).

Of course, Singapore is only donating monetarily. An hour ago it was confirmed that Singapore will chip in with the other Asian developed countries to set up an earli warning system for Tsunami (abit too late right?). Then there are the Super Puma and Chinooks helicopters that are already involved in rescue operations at Sumatra as I type.

A very sad event, but it is also in times like these that you see countries coming together to do something, um.. meaningful.

Suddenly, the news have finally STOPPED mentioning the word 'Iraq'. Let me guess what the terrorists are up to. They are going to do something SO nasty so that national attention is shifted back to them. Those attention-grabbing jerks.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 5:35 pm

I'm a criminal!

And yes, if you noticed, there WAS one rap song by Eminem where he said that.

I just simply LOVE that guy, don't you?

So straightforward. Maybe a little TOO straightforward. But what the hell. Kim sux anyway. Um.. so does Mariah Carey. Don't deny Mariah, I KNOW that 'Clown' song you sang was trying to scold my Idol Eminem. You're evil Mariah! E.V.I.L

Ok. Where was I?

Oh yea. I think I might want to talk abit about Idols today. I'm STILL in love with that guitarist from Limp Bizkit. Yes. That guy called Mike Smith.

What attracted me to him in the first place? Was the fact that he looked like Xiang (credits to Shinoda for spotting the similarity and notifying me).



Don't they look alike? Yea, that's Mike Smith with his guitar (obviously!). Cutey Mike Smith. Cutey Xiang. Side by side. I almost bleed myself to death (nose bleed, don't get the wrong idea) while putting Xiang and Mikey's photo side by side.

My Psychology teacher once told me that mad people talk incoherently. Meaning one sentence and the other setence got no link at all. Like if I write a letter saying "I have a dog. The sky is blue." it means I'm mad. Actually, it might also mean that I am a pre-Nursery school kid.

So now, in order to further prove that I am mad, I will talk about a whole new topic. Committing suicide. Actually, it was the mentioning of 'blood' in the nose bleed sentence that spurred me to write this bit.

I watched a show before. I forgot what title was it. Anyway, this girl was explaining to another girl who was trying to commit suicide about why people slash their wrists in the bathroom all the time, as we see from all the TV shows.

Here's the chance for you to learn something new today my audience :)

You slash your wrists. Blood FLOWS out. Amanda, read this: FLOWS OUT. Haha. Ok, maybe SQUIRT out like the actually free-of-charge mineral water on the Alp mountains (that eventually became bottled and sold SO expensively with the name Evians printed on the bottle).

In order to lessen the pressure of your blood rushing out of the wrists, the commit-suicider (no such word ar!) then attempts to lie down in a bath tub of warm water.

As you lose more and more blood, and when you're also slowly dying at the same time, you start to feel cold. Which is why the water in the bathtub is warm. Makes you feel better.

I wonder if I will get charged with instigating murder if there are friends of mine who attempt suicide like that after reading my blog?

Children, READ what I type. Don't DO what I type.

Skip on to next topic. Rebirth.

I went back there. Astha made me wait (as usual). She changed my stud for FREE! How's that for after-sales service?

It hurts, I must admit. ALOT. I teared so much in the room that after I went out with my tear-stained face, this group of girls whom I think were gonna get their navel pierced, were abit freaked out.

It's got something to do with the nerves around the nose that caused all the tears to flow out like the Nile River. I think for the next 10 years I am NOT going to take out the stud, even if it means quitting I-Guides. I guess nobody would be upset if I do. Zi Xiang has Leon, Leon has Zi Xiang. Janet has Sau Mun, Sau Mun has Janet, so I won't be dithcing them to fend for themselves if I really quit. Haha! Don't worry lah. I LOVE I-Guides so much. Unless they so unreasonably insist that I take out the stud, I won't quit.

I mean, it was also because of I-Guides that I closed my first nose piercing! This is my third! Won't they leave me alone in peace!? Plus another fact. Val would KILL me if it closes.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 1:08 am

Didi-less.

Tuesday, December 28, 2004

I've been talking non-stop about Didi the past few days. I guess some of you had had enough of it.

Oh ya, do you know that just now Didi finished Mr. Meow's entire packet of cat food? And yesterday when we brought him to the vet, they took an X-ray of Didi's chest and found that he had water in one of his lungs! The stupid dog spitted out all the antibiotics that we tried to feed him.

Ok ok, I know I promised to stop talking about him. Full-stop.

I don't know what compels me to update this blog EVERY day. Like some invisible force making me click 'Create New Post'.

Tra la la. Let's find something to talk about.

I hate my hair and I'm going to cut it short soon. It's starting to curl and I hate it when that happens. Shoulder length is probably the most difficult hair length to keep in the whole history of mankind.

Xiang almost had a fit when I told him I wanted to go to Thailand to cut my hair. I know that it's always advisable to cut your hair at 'good' places such as Red's, Kimage, Passion etc but hey, do you know good = expensive?

Plus, after my very wonderful perming experience at Kimage, I have learnt it the HARD way that just because you pay more doesn't mean you get your desired hairy results. At the end of the whole drama, let's just say that I lost BOTH money. . and hair.

I promise you I'd have more photos tomorrow because I'm going out with the digicam. Have to go all the way to Suntec's Carrefour to do project. Stupid right? Teacher won't even let us go to the one at Plaza Singapura. At the same time, i have to go pay Astha a visit at Rebirth since my nose stud is being sucked into my skin. See? Pay more for after-sales care services. Much more advisable then going to what 77th street lar!

Yes. I am very biase AGAINST 77th street. Cheated me of SO much money. I must have pierced my ears like 5 times with them and till today, only 1 is left.

Now next topic. My clipboard.

As most of you know, it was left behind, absent-mindedly by stupid Cindy. No worries. Xiang went to collect it for me when he went shopping with Derrick.

So far so good. Everything's smooth-sailing except for that moment in time when I panicked cos I haven't found out that it was with Burger King all along. After that Xiang went to play pool. And. . . You guessed it. . HE LEFT IT THERE!

And my poor brother Yuanhao is helping me by making like calls and calls around to find out the telephone number of the shop (they didn't register it with 100 so my fruitless attempt failed). So drama right? So stay tuned for further updates of. . The Clipboard

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 7:23 pm

Aftershock. . .

Monday, December 27, 2004

Many people wanted to know. . What was the reaction of Big Boss (Chubby) upon seeing Didi, the new member of the family. Well, what can I say. . Here's his reaction:

















Yea I know. Stupid-looking face right? But, as I quote from Xiang My Dearest, whose answer, when I asked him whether Didi is cute or not: "There is no other dog cuter than Chubby.. especially when he wants food from you and gives you that mournful face."

The love and devotion of an owner to their dog. Incredible.

Alas, however cute Chubby may be, we can neither hide, nor ignore the fact that he is bossy and dominant. Didi's shy and gentle nature was intensively taken advantage of. Stupid Chubby barked and Didi ran into the open arms of my. . . . AH GONG???

You see here, my dearest audiences, MY grandfather is not a dog person. Nor a cat, nor a turtle, nor a fish person. In short, he is totally NOT an animal person AT ALL. But here he was, with open arms, telling Didi in hokkien to not be afraid of this stupid dog *and with that he promptly gave Chubby a whack on the head that made him stop chasing Didi*.



Oh and before I went to school, I took this really handsome photo of Didi so that all of you can take a good look at what a beautiful face he has.



Dad brought Didi to the vet cos he was coughing real badly when he came to us. Vet said Didi doesn't look like a 7 year old dog. Looks more like a 10-11 year old dog!!! We were cheated!

The thing about adopting old dogs is, I don't like the way the family whom you adopted the dog from blames you behind your back when its time to put the dog to sleep.

It has happened to me before. My old Pomeranian was adopted from my tuition teacher. He was 11 years old then (That means 77 years old in doggy years).

6 months later he was put down to sleep. And, according to what my tuition-mates told me, my teacher thinks its all MY fault. Oh well, since she expects her dog to live forever, I hope she gets another one and let it 'live forever'.. in her dreams of course.

I loved that Pomeranian MORE than anything and it had never left my side except when I went to school. Even when I went to NTUC, I brought it along. I waited outside the shop with it until my friend finished her 'shopping'. When it was put down to sleep, I cried every night till Dad bought me Chubby.

Hai, let's not rake up the stupid past. Dampens my Christmas mood.

Let's talk about more important stuffs that concerns our environment.

You must have heard about the Tsunami that hit the 'ring of fire'. In case you were on Mars when it happened. . A huge earthquake, measured at 9 richter (mind you, 6 is already very jia lat, imagine NINE!) happened somewhere under the sea near Indonesia, causing sea water changes that eventually led to the rise of Tsunami waves. If you watched The Day After Tomorrow, you will know what it's like. Except this time it's so real.

There were even reports that bodies were found on TREES after the Tsunami tides subsided.

Talking about that, TP was hit with their own kind of Tsunami. It's called the Singapore December Rain.



See Xiang. I told you TP is not waterproof. It floods like that everytime it rains. And believe me, when it rains at TP, it really RAINS until it FLOODS. Sickening. Which is why, my dearest non-TPians, we ARE allowed to wear very filmsy slippers to school (I know some time ago a newspaper had quoted polytechnics as wearing skimpy outfits and flipflops).

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 8:48 pm

New Addition!!

Sunday, December 26, 2004

I am happy and sad at the same time today.

There is a new addition to the Lim Family.

His name is DiDi. A 7 year old Shetland.



Adopted from my aunt who will be relocated soon. This handsome not-so-young man came into the house. .


Only to be chased around by the older two dogs. It would have been alright if he did not run, but no, he had to shy away, making the other two dogs chase after him in a bid to show their agressive dominance in the household.

I was so mad I spanked Chubby quite hard till he was shocked at my outburst. I hate noises. Whether or not it is a giggling bunch of girls, a crying baby, much less two blardy noisy dogs.

And next. I lost my clipboard.

I can't believe I lost it. It was tantamount to MY LIFE, since everything about my projects were in it. The most stupidest thing was I don't know WHERE I lost it. You know how irritating that feeling is?

I kept on thinking. I didn't lose it in school, since Xiang went into full detail and recalled step by step where we went, what we did, and when did we open my bag and at where.

I remembered the very last time I saw it was at Peninsular's Burger King on Christmas Eve. I had taken it out and passed it to Darius, asking him to fill it up or DIE.

ARGHHHH.. The more I think the more irritated about it.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:28 pm

Eve + Day 2-in-1

Squeezed two days worth of blog into this one entry.

My sincere apologies. I didn't have much time to update. Not like many of you have time to come online to check out my blog during Christmas anyway.

It's been a busy Christmas. No doubt.

Alex, thanks for your kind invitation to the Christmas Eve party, although none of us heartless creeps got you presents except for Hany. We had a great time at his house. I mean, it's probably the only place you can play pool without being charged on a per hour basis.


Darius and Xiang made full use of the facility




Oh, and I'd like to add, he also owns the only Dalmatian I've ever seen in Singapore (call me a mountain tortoise if you want). His name is Toppy, and he's the 2nd cutest big fat dog besides Kilo who is undoubtedly the reigning Champ.




After that, in the most 'rushiest' Christmas Eve in all my life, we rushed down to SGH to countdown with Guang Yuan. It was probably 11.30pm when we reached, still early, so we let him catch some sleep while we waited in the dark hospital lobby.





Hany's face is probably the only thing you can see in the photo. Haha.

GY's mum thanked us non-stop for spending our first Christmas at the hospital. Well peepz, I understood one thing from this lesson. It doesn't matter WHERE you are on Christmas Eve. It's WHO you're with.

The very next day, we got up, bright and early at 1pm to meet up at Carrefour @ Plaza Singapura. Bought a whole load of food stuffs to go to Valerie's house to cook. Sat the NEL all the way to Punggol. So fun I tell you. The wind was so strong it was making my contact lense crack in my eyeball.



That's all for now though. The rest I continue another day.

PS: THANK YOU SANTA! THANK YOU SOOOOOO MUCH!

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 1:54 am

Rebirth

Thursday, December 23, 2004

Yup. That's the cool name of the shop at Far East where we went to get our ears pierced. Me and Val, that is, though I must shower some credit on my darling Weixiang who accompanied us and was almost bored to tears in the process.

Through some bla bla bla ... I ended up getting my nose pierced (for the 3rd time) instead. The lady there was really friendly, really informative and answered all our questions. I liked the way these professional piercing shops work; they welcome you back if you discover any signs of infection. By the way, our piercer, Astha, is waaaaay cool. I mean, look at her piercings! Will make you go WA!

Which reminds me, David, I can't find the Lips Or Cheeks piercing shop that your friend worked in. Walked the whole of Far East. Didn't find it in the shop directory either. But anyway, thanks so much for the trouble :)

Ok, I was a real jerk today for ditching Val regarding the ear piercing since I was her supposed 'gauge for pain' as she has, allow me to quote "never pierced anything in the 19 years of her life'.

I bravely and dumbly agreed to pierce BOTH my nose and ear with her since she was such a great sport for agreeing when I asked her to pierce with me. But I couldn't even get through the first obstacle: nose, no thanks to Big Blackhead.

This was the first time in my life to pierce using NEEDLES and I'm telling you, I'm never going to do it again. Simple as that.

The pain .. was SO intense, I teared non-stop. And there was blood too, though just abit, unlike my totally bloodless gun-piercings. Enough about it. Stupid experience. Talking about it makes me feel the pain come back.

Let's talk about Val now. Heroine of the day. Wait. . It's not spelt like that right? HAHAHA. . Ok, so how do you spell Female Heroes. Heroeine? Heroine? I thought Heroine is some kind of drug?

Ok. Mr. Damn Dao Dickson helped me check already. It's INDEED spelt Heroine. I still think it's a name for a drug.


Photo was taken BEFORE piercing took place.

Everytime Val squirmed or screamed when Astha was adjusting the ring in her ear cartilage, I felt so sick in the stomach that I felt like puking. Astha was kinda trying to block my view of Val's ear since I was sitting by Val's feet as she was lying down on the piercing chair.

There was blood. Ooh. Lots of it. Val's ear was like some kind of blood bank or something. I won't go into details. But overall, Rebirth, I must add, is professional, do not worry regardless of what I've mentioned in my blog. Bear in mind that Val and my threshold of pain is so miserable. I think you all should go there and get something pierced too! :)

Latest update at 1.19AM

PHOTO OF VAL'S EAR!!!!!!!

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:47 pm

Christmas shopping. . .

Wednesday, December 22, 2004

At this moment in time, the only person whom I know haven't did her Christmas shopping is Valerie Li. Good luck to you Val.

This is my second update within a day, and I shall tell you of my horrific Christmas shopping experience.

Buy one little miserable stuff, and you have to wait for 30 minutes to 45 minutes just to have it wrapped. That was HOW BAD the situation was at Mini Toons at Heartland Mall.

I bought a few stuffs. I won't say what. Let's just imagine poor little Cindy wearing pyjamas, looking dazed and confused, holding. . no. . more like juggling boxes and boxes of Christmas presents for the different parties.

Every step I took was dangerous. One wrong balance and everything will come crashing down. (Yes, I went with my mother, but she was guarding the many NTUC bags that I threw on the ground before I rushed into Mini Toons)

One of the box almost fell onto the ground, so I used one of my hand to adjust it properly. Of course, when you are adjusting, you can't walk at the same time right?

The queue shifted up. . .and. . . this gorgeous-looking girl. .


. . . .








JUST HAD TO FARKING CUT MY QUEUE!

I almost killed her. I swear! I would have gave a mighty slap until her skull cracked and her brain fell splat onto the floor right in front of the cashier IF ONLY I wasn't holding on to all the presents! Damn the girl! And damn the presents! ARGHHHH..! I HATE CHRISTMAS!

PS, TO SANTA: I wasn't going to kill her Uncle Santa. Maybe just a slap will do. The above violent version was only to humour my friends who are reading my blog. Please do send me what I want for Christmas this year. I've been a really good girl.
Lots of Love,
Cindy

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 10:30 pm

Beanie Bean Bean. . .

Early in the morning at Temasek Polytechnic, five very hardworking Marketing students met up at Biz Park canteen for project discussion. Upon warming their seats for a mere 5 minutes, they decided to go to Changi Airport to meet their client who gave them the Advertising & Promotional project.


This photograph is totally irrevelant to what I'm going to talk about today, but since she was sleeping in such a cute position, I thought I'd add it here for viewing's sake.

Back to Changi Airport. We discovered that our client, owner of Mr. Bean, whose name I always forgot, was true to his words. He told us Mr. Bean went for a makeover. And so it did. We were thrilled to see that the NEW Mr. Bean logo looked like Mashi Maro's long-lost cousin. . Pale Face Kacang Puteh.






Isn't it wonderful? Such vast improvement from the old logo. In case you don't know, the old logo is a picture of a Soya Bean holding a cup of drink (My guess is that it contains soya milk). . which is quite senseless. I mean, A soya BEAN drinking soya MILK! It's like a human being drinking human blood. A violent portrayal that should be censored.



After eating what seems like the sweetest ice-cream on earth (Soya flavour, mind you), we rushed back to school to meet our teacher to consult her regarding our project.

Who knows, the first thing she stepped into class was scream at us and say "How !! How!?!? What should I do!? I lost the whole subject file! Left it at canteen of Sch of Design yesterday!"

She seemed to be so despaired that I hope if you're the one who picked up the file, please return it to her, in exchange for the very big diamond ring on her finger. I'm starting to crap again. Hate myself. Bad habit!

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 6:38 pm

To pierce or not to pierce. . .

Tuesday, December 21, 2004

Another similar topic I'm sure you're sick of. Months ago, you all were reading when I was whining and wailing about my nose piercing (which is now retired, RIP). Now, I will wail and whine about a new subject. Daith piercing.






Nice har? I'm intending to get it from Christmas (anyone else want go along this Thurs?).

Was introduced to Rastafari's piercing services by Ray, but unfortunately the Far East branch she intro-ed seems to be under renovation or something.

Rastafari is seemingly one of the few places that involves clothing fashion and provides you body piercing services with the option of piercing with NEEDLE or gun.

Now this is unlike the violent piercing-guns-only service at 77th street where probably 70% of infection cases are caused by the violent impact of the gun poking its BLUNT stud through your flesh. Awesome. Though with the gun, you hardly feel the pain for more than 3 seconds, your flesh unknowingly bears the brute of it all.

Just type 'piercing gun dangers' at the search engines and you'd get a whole load of crap. Or, for your VIP-like convenience, I shall provide a link here if you like.

This gun theory probably explains why Cindy's nose piercing got infected TWICE and she is now left with an ugly scar on her used-to-be-flawless nose that eerily resembles a big large blackhead.

That's just some extra information for those of you who are contemplating to pierce somewhere else in future, regardless when you want to do it, and I don't even want to find out WHERE. HAHA! =X

Apparently, children, the younger the better, are much more less susceptible to infections. So if there's any advice for you? It's to pierce your kid when they're young. I'm glad my mum did. This way, if I have to close new piercings that got infected, the old ones on my lobes remain safe and sound.

This coming Thurs I'd be going to Far East to check out the piercing shops with Val. After finding the right shop, I will then attempt to force Val to crazily pierce with me too, although I think she's more or less decided to pierce already (don't deny Val. . . don't deny).

I will have to also wait for official authorities to give the green light (= Xiang) and once I've got the documents done, will pierce. Haha! Talking about Xiang, he ditched me and left for Indonesia :( I miss him sooooo much!

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 7:26 pm

Do you drive. . .

Monday, December 20, 2004

An expensive (or expensive-looking) really cool-looking car?

If so. . . well, just a little advise from me: Please make sure you know where you going. That simply means don't get lost!

I was at the bus-stop along Paya Lebar today, waiting for the usual bus 28 that is forever taking its own sweet time to roll down to the bus-stop.

Saw this I-Don't-Know-What-Car. Painted an attention-seeking bright luminous yellow. It was impossible to miss it because even if you were looking down sms-ing away at your handphone, the car would be SO bright you would even look up at it.

The thing was. . that car passed by three times.

I wouldn't have given a heck. I wouldn't have even noticed! But the fact is this driver had to paint such an eye-catching colour, I subconsciously even remembered that I was seeing it pass by three times in 20 minutes!

Such an embarrassment! HAHAHAHAHA!!! It's like painting your car that colour to tell everyone "Hi! I'm lost! I don't know where I'm going so I've been driving around this area countless times!"

*While Cindy was laughing away to herself in front of the computer, an a$$hole called Kilo slipped into the room and urinated on her bed. Thus, the laughter stopped*



*A fight ensued. Ciin emerge victorious after battling with the monster for 1 long minute!

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 6:28 pm

School Fees. . . STILL THE SAME?

Sunday, December 19, 2004

Let's face it. We're not paying our money's worth.

TP students by now should have all known by now that our current semester is only THREE MONTHS LONG.

(Supposed to be 6 months - 1 month holiday - 2 weeks study breaks - 2 weeks you skip lesson = 4 months)

We still pay $1,950 per academic year for our school fees when we study 6 months instead of 8 months. I say they should give us a discount!

As if it's not short and expensive enough, we are thrown SO many projects in the space of this pathetic three months. Hey, come to think of it, we don't even have THREE months to complete the projects. By right, it's only a little over 2 months since by the end of February we are already suppose to present every crap that we did!

Ok, so maybe the school's main idea is to kill us (albeit willingly) like in the movie 'Saw', where the murderer induces his victim to kill others or commit suicide.

That must be it. I have unveiled their scheming plan! I shall write another letter to Santa to make sure none of the admin gets ANY presents this year. Take that!

*evil laughter. . CiiN feels so festive that she breaks out into a song*

"Oh! You better watch out
You better not cry,
You better not pout
I'm telling you why:
Santa Claus is coming to town!

He's making a list,
Checking it twice,
Gonna find out who's naughty or nice.
Santa Claus is coming TO TOWN!!!

He sees when you're sleeping,
He knows when you're awake.
He knows when you are bad or good,
So be good for goodness' sake!

Oh! You better watch out!
You better not cry,
You better not pout
I'm telling you why,
SANTA CLAUS IS COMING TO TOWN!!!"

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 8:13 pm

Dear Santa. . .

Saturday, December 18, 2004

Dear Santa. .

I am Cindy from Singapore. Please check your Good Girl list. I'm sure my name is somewhere there. But in order to save you the hassle, I have decided to write you a letter to tell you what I want instead of you guessing it.

Firstly, I shall tell you what a good girl I've been this year, except occasionally bullying Xiang and making him weep, every other thing about me has been pretty angelic.

I do attend lessons regularly and am 100% of the time punctual (For last sem!). Whenever I do not attend, I have MC to prove that I am really unable to turn up. I also make sure that I also absent myself enough times to make use of the 'leave' that TP grants to us. So for every subject, I only skipped lesson a mere TWICE before exams. This way I won't receive any warning letters or get debarred from any subject.

Also, other than new year's day when I didn't come home, the rest of the nights, I always make sure I reach home before my curfew. Mum and Dad always knows where I am because I always tell them when they call me up and demand to know. After which I will ask them to come down and fetch me home. This lets them know that their daughter is safe and sound and they do not worry whether I took the wrong bus and went wrong place instead of going home.

You must have heard, Santa, that I've been changing my hp quite often. This does not mean I'm a bad kid, Santa, cos I always work for my own $ when it comes to changing my hp. The most unreasonable I can get is to bang the table and threaten to delete the data entries I entered if they do not give me early pay.

Saying that, Santa, I'm sure you're now pretty convinced that I have been a good girl for the past year. Thus, here is my wish list for your perusal. You can choose to give me any one of the item stated below for Christmas, or best, give me all.

Uncle Santa, today I was browsing through the Nike Air Rifts that I SO VERY MUCH WANTED that I finally found a pair whose colour is not digusting. I fell so totally in love with the limited edition Air Rift Laser, Santa, you must believe me. However, the person only sells a US10 when I'm just a mere size 6. Moreover the price is like around S$250! So could you please maybe go to the Air Rift production factory to get me that particular pair? A size 6 please. I'm sorry but you'd have to go all the way there to get it because I don't think there is a 2nd pair on sale in Singapore.

In fact, in order to make your job easier, I shall add a photo so you know exactly which one to get for me :)



Photo Courtesy of ya5hir0.

Another gift I would really really like to own, Santa, is Marimo! I have thousands and thousands of Mummy and baby Aloe Vera plants but I just don't have a Marimo :(



This is much easier for you to get, Santa. You can get it at any outlets in Mini-Toons. I want that particular one with the crystal ball softoy thingy. But you can relax on this one, cos I had earlier on put a knife to Xiang's throat and threatened him so that he will get one for me. I must reiterate, I REALLY am a good girl, or else I would have just taken the money myself from his wallet and buy it on my own! At least I bothered to MAKE him say 'ok' when I asked him to get it.

I'm going to eat breakfast now. Will blog some more genuine stuffs later tonight.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 1:16 pm

Why?

Friday, December 17, 2004

A million whys. I'd tell you a few.

Why is it that men from our Dads' era can't be loyal to their wives?
(what makes you think YOUR Dad is not cheating on your mum behind all your backs?)

Why is it always the men that has got to cheat on the wives?

Why is it THAT difficult to remain loyal to someone whom you marry?

Why is it that the 'certificate of marriage' is now degraded to a worthless piece of paper that you wipe your a$$ with?

Why is it that inconsiderate parents don't know how much their kids are affected no matter what age they are? Parents, the epitome of forever true love in the eyes of their children, destroyed.

Enough whys.

Let's talk about school. Ray decides to share her thoughts with all of us by declaring her ideology of TP with this magnificient shirt:







Yup. Ray's my projectmate for this semester. Let me introduce another new friend.





Having a glorious Good Hair Day is Cheryl. Photo courtesy of Kelvin, who apparently does not know how to delete photos in my phone. But never mind. Blogs look much nicer with pictures of everyone and everything :)







Back to pets. I just love talking about them all the time. Such a good way of relaxing from my very stressful life as a Marketing student.



They looked like angels together in this photo. But it's tea tree oil that had calmed their nerves down, otherwise they would always be quarreling.

Don't believe? I've pictures as proof. . .

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 6:04 pm

Tired. . .

Thursday, December 16, 2004

Of all the personal blogs in the world, I'm sure everyone has wrote about how tired they are that day, bla bla bla.

This is one of those 'boring & tired' type of blog entry.

Done half-heartedly.

My body is sitting in front of the PC. My right brain is CS-ing with my left brain. My heart is on the bed chilling out. My lungs are watering my aloe vera plants outside. In short, my whole body is just not coordinating today.

My neck is breaking out in a very mild rash because of the dogtag chain I've been wearing 24 hours for the past few days. Sometimes I just hate my skin. SO sensitive to this kind of irritant. SO infection-prone to every piercing I get. I am so envious of the rest of you who can pierce or wear wherever and whatever you want.

Back to the 'tired' thing. School started at 9am today. Ended at 4. But after project nibbles ended officially at 5pm. That is a REAL long day at school if you ask me.








Physical proof of how tired Marketing students look. And to think that other courses are JEALOUS of us because we don't have exams! We get BOMBARDED with projects so much that you would wish you were dead!

Also, to make my life even more packed than it already is, I went to sign up for I-Guides. A way to skip lessons. A way to get LoA (Leave of Absence) from attending all those stupid drilling lessons (Grrr). And a way.. TO HANG OUT WITH MY BUDDIES!! Wooot!

So I honourably wrote down my great name, my very nice hp number and my very proud email address. Turned around and took a photo of 2 unsuspecting victims.








Photo is not clear.. as usual.

Xiang nagging le. I go sleep already.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 10:50 pm

Hot guys and Not guys

Wednesday, December 15, 2004

"Rounded guys are more sincere and loyal. Some rounded guys use that to woo girls."

I love Morning Madness with Grace & Dan on Perfect 10 98.7FM.

They were talking about how rounded guys are getting all the babes these days and that it seemingly is the trend these days.

I won't ask Xiang to put on weight. He won't too. Over his dead body.

But there's this part that's so interesting. Do you know the current ratio of girls to guys in Singapore alone, is very very extremely or maybe already 2:1?

For every two girls there's only ONE guy. So, I recommend that those who are dating to hurry up get hitched and settle down before Singapore passes the law of every guy being able to get married with two wives (and on that day the law get passed, imagine the evil bitchy smirks on the ugly plastic-surgery-filled faces of 3rd parties).

Daniel Ong even said that this year, the babies that were born is at an incredible 3:1 ratio. Sheesh!

To think that in the past, girls that were born in the year of the Tiger were always killed or ditched or given away to others as slaves or workers of some unimportant jobs.

In such a scenario of rounded guys being more 'IN'.. there were a few conclusions:

1.) Hot guys know they are hot, thus are more superficial (as we know most guys are). A guy only has to LOOK to determine that he likes that girl or not. A girl has to TALK to a guy first to determine whether she likes him or not.

2.) Hot guys are HOT. . because they LOOK AFTER themselves. Thus, they do not have the time to woo babes that were snatched up by rounded guys since rounded guys take-it-easy.

3.) Hot guys do not woo babes because. . they woo hot guys. Which is why these days babes are ending up with rounded guys.

4.) Babes feel they are not good enough for hot guys since they attract girls easily. Most of the time is because no sense of security around them, thus rounded guys are a better option.

5.) Hey Ho! The definition of 'handsome' and 'cute' has changed! Rounded is IN.

6.) A 'balanced' couple. Rounded guys are SMART! Babes are PRETTY!

7.) I am late, so I am leaving my house for school now!

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 9:32 am

Bad Luck Day

Tuesday, December 14, 2004

*Additional Note: Changed my visitor stat counter. Everyone please refresh 10x before continuing to read my blog ok? Thank you ar!! HAHAHA

Just my luck!

Unfortunately as my mood was recovering, I fell down in the lecture theatre today as everyone was rushing to get out.

Thankfully, Janet was there to pull my hair, some of which became brutally plucked out of my scalp in the process, preventing me from falling further. Of course I'm just exaggerating. It's just a test of whether you are reading attentively or not.

So people, here's a very blur picture of today's star, Janet The Hero!


The bad luck doesn't just apply to the fall of which I have ridiculed myself in public. But the fact that my slippers, the part where you 'giap' between your toes, had SNAPPED in the PROCESS!

That means a 'The End' of the Life Of Cindy Lim's Favourite Pair Of Slipper.

No Problem! I bring scotchtape everywhere I go. I limbed to the General Office as SZ was submitting his Leave of Absence. I then sat at the stairs there. Without further ado, I had the whole thing taped nicely. There was this guy, either one of the lecturers or the director of Sch Of Bus himself, who passed by and stared at me as I was repairing my slippers. I was very tempted to cast him a "I-will-kill-you-if-you-stare-somemore" look, but decided at the very last minute that I had better be as good as I can be in my very miserable three years in TP.

I then rushed to get a sandwich from the vending machine, bought a cup of Coke and walked up the stairs to class, eating and drinking at the same time. This, is a very realistic example of a TP student. We are oh so terribly busy and stressed that we have no time to sit down and eat :)

I was late for class. What the hell. I can't bring in my food to eat right? I also considered the option of eating right outside the door. All the classroom doors have glass panels, so I was thinking that by doing so, I can prove to the teacher that I am not late, just that I'm eating right outside the classroom.

I finished the sandwich, but it was impossible to down the Coke within 1 min so I had to reluctantly leave it ON TOP of the dustbin while I go to class.

I swear I wasn't littering. It's just the only place where I can put the drink while I am in class. I even made a silent promise to the cup of Coke that I would come back and fetch it as soon as my class ends. It didn't believe me.

During the toilet break, I was told that my Coke wasn't there anymore *sad*.

Please bear in mind that throughout all this drama, MY SLIPPER was still spoilt.

I decided to go home. But when Bus 8 came, I was running towards it when my slipper broke. All the stupid tape that I pasted was useless!

I missed that bus eventually because I couldn't run towards it in time. Believe me, I felt like crying.

But as life would have it, I was lucky to have missed that bus too, because I saw a familiar figure dragging her feet out of school towards the bus-stop.

It was Louisa The Babe! She was looking quite vexed and I don't blame her. I would look more murderous than her if I am a Business student yet have to buy $30++ worth of art supplies just because my stupid CDS subject says so.

With her moral encouragement, I managed to get up the next No. 8 bus. We both then got down at Ubi and I took a cab home that costed me a mere $5. If I were to take a cab home from school, which I did once, it would have costed me over $12!








Well my dear ladies & gentleman, here comes another fashion milestone of my life. Let's bid farewell to our dearest friend. . The White Slippers


I know you're complaining that it's not clear. I was just having shaky hands today. Bear with it.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 4:29 pm

Peaceful Sunday. . .

Sunday, December 12, 2004

Wonderful lazy Sunday isn't it? Perfect weather, plus the heavy downpour didn't last for more than 2 minutes just now. At least it didn't at Bartley Rd.



I caught Mr. Meow catching early afternoon naps on the sofa and decided that things were getting just a little TOO quiet for my liking at the Lim household.

So. . . I took a towel and a big big big big bottle, turned on the heater and before any of the animals noticed anything amiss, I quickly grabbed hold of my first victim that I could find.

Barely half an hour later, this is what the victim looked like:













Don't you think he kinda looks like those 'models' from The Dog brand?

Imposter!!!



Next victim made me feel like I wasn't just bathing a cat. She made so much noise that if she were to be a human, you would have thought she was being raped or something...



And then I was only left with one more victim. Who. . . well. . . was willingly bathed though. I guess that is what makes Chubby and Mr. Meow best friends; they both HATE water.

Kilo was the exact opposite. He was such a darling and stayed there really well as I used the water hose to drench him, and then scrubbed him so much that the bubbles on his body made him look like some sheep.

But then came the really tricky part of bathing Kilo. . drying him.








He tried to tear the towel into bits when I was drying his head!



One thing you cannot deny. . . the sense of accomplishment after bathing all The Three Terrors. Animals all feel good after a good bath. So good that the dogs decide to bark at each other non-stop for 15 minutes while the cat looks on in utter disgust.




"Dumba$$ noisy dogs. I'd teach them a lesson as soon as I get dry!!"

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 2:46 pm

How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways. . .

Saturday, December 11, 2004

Have you ever watched the show acted by Julia Stiles?

There are MANY great lines in that show... In fact, I think that show was pretty under-appreciated. So, ladies and gentleman, we should all go and buy pirated DVDs to watch it again and again and again (ya, I AM kidding!).

Example
Bianca : There's a difference between like and love. I mean I like my Skechers, but I love my Prada backpack.

Chastity : But I love my Skechers.

Bianca : That's because you don't have a Prada backpack.




Finally, there was also this very sweet poem that Julia Stiles read out.

The title? As you would have guessed, is '10 Things I Hate About You'. And it goes like this:





I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair;

I hate the way you drive your car

I hate the way you stare


I hate your big dumb combat boots

And the way you read my mind.

I hate you so much it makes me sick,

It even makes me rhyme.


I hate the way you're always right

I hate it when you lie,

I hate it when you make me laugh

Even more when you make me cry.


I hate it that you're not around

And the fact that you didn't call.

But most of all I hate the way I don't hate you..

Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.


Nice right? As she was reading this poem, I was all prepared to cry with her, though I didn't have a single packet of tissue in my bag. Come to think of it, I watched that show soooooo long ago that I had lost contact with ALL the friends who watched that show with me. Is that cool or what? (Actually, it means that I'm OLD but oh-well. . . )

As this is a personal blog, it is only right and appropriate that I write about abit of things that has happened. Um.. well, we bought some shoes. . actually only one pair. One pair that burnt a hole in our pockets.


Nike Airmax Escape series. The price is up to your imagination.

Since Xiang and I shared almost everything, from computers, to Chubby to bags, I figured out that I had nothing to lose; we could share shoes as well.




. . Turned out I was DEAD wrong about it


Of course, being a Nike shoe and having such an astronomical price tag in the view of a full-time always-broke lady like me, this shoe has got to have at LEAST one miserable pathetic specialty. I found it. It's IN the shoe.









Ta daaaaa!!! The specialty that I mentioned! Not named as 'Escape' for nothing, it has the Chinese character for 'Escape' written all over.

And today I was at the $1 shop at Toa Payoh. More like $1.05 shop, no thanks to GST. I saw a packet of snacks. A bundle of it. I took it in my hands to take a closer look while queue-ing up for the cashier.

Yuckz. It was made of FRIED LONG BEANS. Not fried. Kinda like dried. Just imagine Twisties and Long Beans mixed together. You get that snack.

Disgusted, I was wanted to put that snack back where I found it, since it was my turn now to pay up for my other items. Bad luck. Some dumbass had to block my way. Only one way I could go, that was to put everything I held (including disgusting green snack) onto the cashier table.

I've always bought things from the $1.05 shop. They ALWAYS have long queues, as the cashiers took their own time to scan your items. But today was different. All of a sudden, the cashier for today was so efficient, everything was scanned before I could say "WE LOVE TEMASEK POLY!".

Without a doubt, Disgusting Green Snack was purchased. I grumpily handed over the cash and walked off.

How was I ever gonna make my stomach digest this gory gooey thing~!!






But, Xiang reminded me: "Have no fear! For Kilo is here!"



Soon, Green Disgusting Snack was NO MORE. Anyone has anything to get rid of? :D

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:56 pm

No Dick?

Friday, December 10, 2004

I was just telling my friends the other day "Hey look! Dick Lee is coming to our school to give a talk! That's cool man! But not like I would go anyway. . "

I should have continued saying. . ". . . not like he would come anyway too." I was shown the devastating news that Dick Lee had canceled his visit to TP due to unforeseen circumstances. He will be damned by TP-ians if he was found to be giving talks at OTHER polys instead.

I'm very excited because Marketing students (optional) are going on a shopping trip to Bangkok (believe it or not, it is greatly because of our project)!!!

But, unfortunately, I wasn't in school, so did not get the consent form. I emailed Miss Tan (aka 'pitting' in our timetable) regarding the consent form. She hasn't replied yet. Let's hope she will, cos I wanna share room WITH SHARON and make her sick of me by sticking to her for a cool 5 days and 4 nights! *evil laughter*

I'm sick of staying at home all the time. I slept alot. Too much, in fact.. which clearly explains why I woke up at such an unearthly time. No fear. The medicine will put me to sleep soon after I have my breakfast.

Now allow me to introduce to you. . A Day In The Life of Cindy on Med Leave.

Bro went to Malaysia. Won't be back so soon. Thus, I'm entrusted with the very honourable and important task of feeding his darling, Mr. Chinny.



Apparently, this is not the old Chinny that I used to take care of when my bro went for his reservice. Nothing could escape the watchful eyes of the Observant Cindy! Nah, just kidding. I saw it by the ear. Good ol' Chinny has a nasty healed split ear. This new Mr. Chinny also has a small cut on its ear (I think it is a mark to show it is already sterilised?) but the cut is significantly smaller compared to ol' Chinny.

I don't know why the hell I gave them such stupid names. Oh well, that's me.

After feeding Mr. Chinny, I went down to feed Oscar, Big and Small Bottle. Then fed Tetrabits to Dad's big round discus fishes that were staring at me all the time as I fed the turtles.

Pretty aren't they? Too bad K700i camera is so sucky, otherwise would have looked nicer.

And then as I was feeding the discus, the tetras from the planted tank started staring at me. So had to feed them too.





As I walked to the kitchen for breakfast, Mr. Meow came and circled around my legs, all the while looking at me and going 'Meow!!... Meow!!...'. Actually, it was barely audible, but from her mouth I could see that she was MOUTHING the words MEOW. Fed her too.

FINALLY. . . I sat down to have my dinner. . (the dogs don't eat until late evening). As I was taking my antibiotics, I realised Chubby staring at me. I tell you, he is so damn interested in my medicine.





Just one morning only and I took such an awful time to describe. Yes I am long-winded. But that's how most of my mornings are when I'm sick and have to stay home. Even right now as I'm sitting down here blogging, I'm still being bothered my Chubby. No he doesn't want my medicine anymore (it's inside my stomach already).






He just wants me to play with Muffin with him.

(Yes! Muffin, see there? that softoy dog in his mouth?)

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 8:47 am