My nose!

Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Yes! My nose!

I hate it!

More specifically I HATE THAT STUPID PIMPLE that won't go away! It's been how many days already and it's still there. It's not getting bigger, but it's also not getting smaller.

And I somehow become so self-conscious and sensitive that I feel whenever people talk to me, they are staring at it! Including that surveyor who gave me a questionaire just now! ARGH!

Oh Man Upstairs! Please! If this biiiiig obnoxious pimple would bring away that black scar left by my previous nose piercings, I promise you I will never poke another hole in any part of my head ever again (exclude the ears)!

*Said pimple busted itself few hours after I typed the above paragraph*

This led me to another important discovery. It is not a Queen of pimples. It was actually two princesses staying together that made it look horrendously big. Does anyone have any worse pimple experiences to share? Two pimples on top of each other on the same exact and obvious spot on the face. Whoa!

If there's any consolation, at least one is gone now.

This stupid pimple has been with me for such a long time I even gave it a name last night. Pimpy. Yea, sounds quite vulgar, but very suitable for such a blardy facial irritant.

My family has this craze going on. We're Taoists/Buddhists. Abit of both, actually. Somehow they came across this angmoh monk, name's Ajahn Brahn(duno duno duno how to spell). A very long surname.

He's a great speaker. Even I failed to NOT pay attention when he talks. I've never seen him on TV before because all traces of him found in the house is in burnt CDs and cassette tapes.

He was saying that when good things happen, people don't appreciate it (example: No Pimple Day). However, when BAD things happen, people always notice it straightaway, throw their hands in the air and say "Why Me!!??"

He said the next time something bad happens to OTHER people, you should ask "Why NOT me?" Then you'd maybe learn to appreciate the good things that had happened to you so far.

This guy is superbly entertaining and casts the religon in a whole new light (at least for me). If you think all monks are super boring and chant sutras non-stop while munching on vegetables, you are going to be proven so blardy damn wrong.

I'd share his stories with you all one day when I have nothing more to blog about.

Don't feel like blogging much because I just rolled over the chair's leg onto Didi's paw. Left paw. And he yelped.

Chubby was sleeping and very pissed when Didi yelped, so he got up on his feet, rushed headfirst into Didi attempting to headbutt him. Didi snarled back and showed his teeth (while splashing salive all over the very clean floor of my mother's room).

Then my dad rushed to his precioussss Didi while the dog looked at him with his puppy brown eyes and held out his paw.

Yes. You read that right and I will type again if you missed it.

Held out his paw. Fug! I have never seen a dog do that! That stupid conniving son of a...bitch (I am politically correct when I call him that).






I repeat! Do not be FOOLED!

Ok, I'm not heartless, I did carry him around and baby him abit after I accidentally rolled the chair leg over his paw. I really did ok! Swear! If not thenmake my pimple mark take a month to clear!

Another thing that happened today was, I was on the bus, seated at a window seat of the bus.

The bus stopped at the junction beside a bridal car and I happened to be able to look in.

The bride looked heavily made-up... and horribly tired. So she put her head back against the headrest and closed her eyes. The groom, also the driver (I thought they were supposed to be chauffeured by friend/relative or someone?) saw his bride looking so haggard, squeezed her hand reassuringly.

I am quite an emotional person, I almost cried on the spot. It's seeing moments like these that you feel true forever love may really exist. It's moments like these that the rising divorce rates can be forgotten (for a few seconds).

I.. WE have all seen our fair share of couples. Fighting in public, Kissing in public, doing embarrasing things in public. But how many have seen those quiet moments where they really do little actions like these just to show each other that they care?

Shucks, I'm being such an emo-bitch. I'd stop here. More stories from Uncle Ajahn Brahn(bla-la-la) tomorrow. I'd try to get his full name spelt CORRECTLY for you all too.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 3:47 pm

Bye Bye Big Bottle

Monday, May 30, 2005

Gave Big Bottle to Javier today. Was quite embarrassed. I am very sensitive to sounds especially when you bring a turtle to school.









I had put Big Bottle in a box.. ok.. actually, an ice-cream container. The Walls transparent one. Just for eye candy, I also placed some really nice glass pebbles inside (from IKEA!).

Turned out to be a wrong decision. Through the lesson, I can constantly hear Big Bottle (who was placed at my feet in the plastic bag), moving the pebbles here and there. How on earth did my stupid mind forget of BB's great love for digging and moving items! Hell, he could move Oscar who was 3x his weight to the other end of the container if he set his mind to it.

After that went to the library to see what LOTR-related books does my school's library own. Answer: PLENTY.

They even have Guide to Middle Earth for Dummies, as well as a very extremely super thick book of encyclopedia of Middle Earth.

But it was ANOTHER bad idea for the day to hangout at the library waiting for Janet to come to school and for CK and SZ to dismiss because Big Bottle soon started his outrageous digging again as if he was digging a trench for World War I. And since the library was sooooo quiet, the sounds of his digging seem to echo. Ok, yes, I exaggerated.

Was super glad when Javier FINALLY decided to come to school and happily passed it to him. I was never so happy when giving away my pets *thinks of Mr. Meow*.

Last but not least, I hope everyone who blardy reads my blog PLEASE PLEASE.. I BEG YOU.. Add me on MSN for I have lost ALL YOUR email address!

I did try to relogin to my old account (lost the password) so I tried to answer the Secret Question.

However, the question is:

What is the name of your favourite pet?




*speechless*

Another lesson in life that I have learnt is please choose WISELY whenever buying a pair of pants. I don't mean those pants that you wear outside with, I mean those crappy ones that you wear ONLY at home. Even those have to be chosen carefully!

I learnt that the HARD way.

I was wearing this blardy pair of shorts that had pockets. To say it is a pocket is an overstatement. It's just a few pieces of cloth sewn together in the insides of the pants and they call it a pocket. MISERABLE PATHETIC pocket would make a better description.

Dad gave me my allowance and I absent-mindedly put it into my pocket.

Went about doing my normal business, watching the TV, throwing Chubby into the air and away from the snapping jaws of Didi (sort of like hanging food over a shark's mouth, you get the idea), as well as blogging last night.

Feeling tired, and having a 9am lesson tomorrow morning all the way at my beloved school, I decided to go change into my pyjamas.

Oh, and do remember, never to place the laundy basket right beside the toilet bowl, because as I changed, a moth flew and hit the toilet bowl with a PIAK.

It scared the hell out of me as I saw it from the corner of my eye. Finally after changing, I decided to look at the moth that had undoubtedly crash-landed, knocked itself unconscious, and landed inside the toilet bowl.

It was then that I realised to my horror it was not just a moth. It was my allowance that flew out of my stupid pocket like a pilot who had ejected from the cockpit right before crashing.

The only difference? My allowance does not have a parachute, otherwise I definitely would have caught it in mid-air before it landed into the toilet bowl.

After confirming again and again with all my friends that dollar notes can tolerate mild washing, I took out the notes (thank goodness the water looked clean), gave it a wash with abit of soap.

Now, if you stand near me the next time I'm taking out cash to pay for something, and you smell mango and papaya soap, you know just where the note has been before. . . Places you have never seen. HAHAHAHA.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 1:05 pm

Movie Mania!

Sunday, May 29, 2005

I know why they raised the price for movie tickets already. Because all of a sudden, there are like a million very nice shows to catch.

From the already showing Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith, Madagascar, Kingdom of Heaven (although I'm not interested to watch), to upcoming Batman, Chronicles of Narnia, Charlie and the Choclate Factory, War of the World etc etc...

How can you NOT go and watch AT LEAST ONE of the abovementioned movies?

By the way I was reading LIME at Jack's house when I came across their little article regarding these upcoming movies and I was shocked beyond words.

Mr. Will Wonka was acted by Johnny Depp! OMG! Johnny Depp!!! OMG!! Edward Scissorhands!!

If you're like thinking "so what?" then you must have not read the book before. Because my idea of Mr. Willy Wonka is.. like.. more like someone acted by Sir Ian McKellen, aka Gandalf (hehe) since Willy Wonka is supposed to be quite of a frisky old man who organiseda visit to his (mysterious) chocolate factory to 5 kids in the hope of finding a heir afer he .. um.. you know. And when someone does that you can be forgiven if your impression of that person is that he is some cranky old dude who has abit of a screw loose.






Come to think of it, maybe Michael Jackson could try as Mr. Willy Wonka. No offenses really, but they seem to have the same shrouded mystery over the place where they live, thus the link. Willy Wonka's factory is always closed. There are no workers going in and out of the factory each day, yet it continues producing goods that gets shipped out by the truckloads. My gawd, I'm so excited!

Charlie and Choc factory and Chronicles of Narnia are the ONLY movies whose books I have read BEFORE the movie comes out. I wonder does that mean I am old or what.

Anyway, just to let you all know I AM NOT YET over my LOTR fetish. It is still going strong. Just don't get me started! You will regret!

Eh.. but Johnny Depp IS CUTE as Willy Wonka. *Droolz*

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 2:41 pm

No bag :(

Saturday, May 28, 2005

I'm sooo devastated.

I've been aiming this Eastpak bag for almost a month. It was love at first sight. The plain old boring black Porter bag was nowhere as attractive as it! And when I finally decided to buy it a few days ago, someone else beat me to it.

It's always the case! Damn! And I thought I needed a moonstone ring because moonstones are supposed to have the magical ability to 'stop' you from making impulse purchases during shopping.

Turns out that I don't really make impulse purchase. It's more like retarded purchasing decision-making.

That bag was the only imported piece by Belief (Peninsular). Damn ME!

Note to self: NEVER ever delay if I see a bag I like.

I went to Xiang's house today. Xiang turned on the speaker of his house phone and dialed a number.

"Who you calling?" I asked.

"Derrick." he replied.

Just then the ringing tone stopped and someone picked up.

"Hello?" said The Voice.

"Helloooooo DERRRRRRRRICK!" Xiang screamed. I'm sure even the very pretty white cat (shall be referred to as Miss Snow) that lives along the corridor outside could hear him.

"Huh?" said The Voice. I was thinking that the voice sounded super familiar but it definitely does not belong to Derrick.

Xiang picked up the phone, turning off the speaker, and repeated "Derrick?"

"I think you got the wrong number." said Voice.

"Sorry!!!" said Xiang and put down hastily.

Xiang and I sat in his living room staring at each other for awhile in amazement. Derrick is his good friend, how could he have gotten Derrick's phone number wrongly!?

Finally Xiang spoke "I think I called Darius instead of Derrick."

We burst out laughing, not because Xiang called the wrong guy, but because Darius did not recognise Xiang's voice!! Like he was saying "Sorry I think you got the wrong number." as if Xiang was some stupid prick that was giving him a nuisance call. LOL!!!

On the way home I passed by Ms Snow, you remember? That little darling white cat that is always chilling out along the corridor outside Xiang's house. It was getting dark so thought I'd turn on the lights and take a picture because she (white, so I biasefully assume its a girl) was sleeping in such a sweet curled up position as do all cats.

But the photo turned out abit.. scary... Now she looks like some possessed cats from the famous show 'Are You Afraid of The Dark?'











Ms Snow






Last piece of news update: Didi and Chubby are great friends now and sleep together!!



Actually they still hate each other, like they quarreled recently just this morning over who is to bathe first. Chubby hates water so he wants to first so as to get it over and done with whereas Didi is totally infactuated with water and wants to have his bath first.

Bottom Line: Didi hates Chubby and vice versa.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 8:10 pm

She's No You...

Friday, May 27, 2005

The guy who came up with the idea of merging a handphone and a radio two-in-one IS AN ABSOLUTE GENIUS! He should be awarded a Nobel Prize or something of equal importance.

There's always songs playing on the radio, and some songs happen to be always playing when I'm on the way home. One of them is 'She's No You' by Jesse McCartney.

That very good looking young boy stole my heart away. Ok, I have to admit at first I didn't give a heck to the song until I saw the MTV in KL.

Not only is he cute, the song he's singing is so darn sweet! Every now and then, no matter whether you've been dating for only one week, or married for 10 years, or even have grandkids already for that matter, a lady would certainly APPRECIATE it if you show some sort of reassurance towards her.

I think you're perfect and there ain't nothing I would change
She could be a supermodel on every magazine cover
She'll never take my heart away

I know guys equally need that sort of reassurance every now and then but I very clearly recalled singing a love song to Xiang and he asked me to shut up cos he's trying to hear the television. Great reassurance har?

Since I feel that most of my news come in triplets, this shall be the second of the three things that I am going to mention about for today's blog.

It's about a new drama that will launch on Channel 5 on June 9th. Quite impossible to miss the commercials. They were even advertising for it on Channel 8 as well as on Perfect10.

This drama, is called Lost. I thought it was some sort of movie but apparently when I paid more attention to the advertisement instead of just the hunks flashed on TV, I realised that they said DRAMA. DRAMA. DRAMA.

I don't have great ear and eye coordination you know. If I heard you means I didn't see you properly (explains why sometimes I remember what someone said but don't remember WHO is the someone who said it) and then if I SAW you I didn't hear properly what you will be trying to say to me.

Usually during commercial breaks I daydream. But then this advertisement caught my eye because I realised there was this awfully cute guy in a suit. I started paying attention to my computer screen, replying the MSN messages when suddenly I heard a voice saying "Where are we...?" that made me look up.

It was a voice I had heard a trillion times when I re-watched Lord Of The Rings over and over again. And it belonged.. to a hobbit.








A hobbit named Meriadoc Brandybuck, more popularly known as Merry in the three movies (partly explains my excitement over Lost).

But that was not the main reason. Not only did the plot seem really cool, 'Merry' had changed to this super duper sexy dude! Honestly Merry is the hobbit whom I paid least attention to. He was.. well, in a way smart enough to hangout by himself.

Frodo has the ring so everyone sees every movement he makes, every breath he takes on screen.

For Frodo's gardener, Sam, everyone is waiting to see when he will give Frodo the tight slap that Frodo deserves for acting so screwed up (let me remind you again that it was caused by the ring).

For Pippin, what else can I say? He's so cute and always gets into trouble that everyone naturally pays attention to him.

Ok, being the considerate person that I am, I will add Merry's photo. Merry.. without disguise.







PS: HE HAS BLUE EYES TOO! Some people (such as Merry) should do without the disguises whereas some others HAVE to have the diguise to let the world know how cute they really are (Orlando Bloom as Legolas).

I'm SOOOOO excited! Can't wait for Lost to start on Thursday June 9th!

Third piece of news: I passed Basic Theory! ONE step closer :D

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 5:39 pm

I LOVE TODAY!

Thursday, May 26, 2005

First and foremost, I did not watch BUT I'VE HEARD PLENTY about the Milan/Liverpool match. Congratz to Liverpool club/fans/everything-related-to-Liverpool.

You can so obviously SEE all the soccer fanatics, especially those who are Liverpool fans because they are walking around, with dark eye bags and yet grinning like an idiot.

You know it feels absolutely WONDERFUL to be 'engulfed' by your friends. I can say that I was surrounded today in a lecture theatre where I know at least 95% of the names and/or faces of the lovely people from Marketing.

And in fact, within 1 minute, I saw a 'twin sister', my good ol' buddy Janet (who turns 20 on Saturday!!) and that we were wearing the same tanktop! Great minds think alike!




Shaozong took this photo on our behalf:






But then before that, we had a rather interesting new lecturer who briefed us on our new subject: Sales Management. A rather humourous guy (that Shaozong remarked looked quite cute, OMG!), though he has alot to learn from our ex-lecturer Mr. Leng Ho Keat.

I was devastated to learn from CK that Mr. Leng had 'jumped boat' and joined Republic Polytechnic instead. Well, I guess TP has enough talented Marketing lecturers to spare them one, but I must say again that Mr. Leng was one of the best Marketing teacher I had! I bet we're all sorry to see him go.

And then while walking out of Business School, I was suddenly swept off my feet as someone tried to swing me 360 degrees. Since I was attacked from the back I couldn't see the face. "Who's that! Who's that!" I shrieked. It's quite embarrassing to be attacked like that in the middle of the school. "Who else.. is.. sooooo strong?" was the very helpful clue.

Strong = Macho. There is only one person in the entire school whom we called Macho Woman: Sharon Chang!

Those of you not from TP probably don't know her. But I bet you've seen her face before. She was my project leader for last semester and has a fair share of photos on my blog.









Remember this photo? Taken at First Avenue. The shop owned by MARKETING (that is never open). That's Shaozong and Sharon trying out the .. whatever they are trying out. Treadmill and something.

Check out the manequin in the photo. Its pants was obscenely 'opened' at the you-know-where. Some lamer must have did it on purpose, but it set us off laughing non-stop.

After that went to lunch with Janet, Shaozong, Leon, Farid, Huat and CK at Techno. It was great, talking and laughing at .. at... everything until they started talking about something to do with declaring gay during NS, because after that the topic was too.. um.. irrelevant to be stated down here. It has something to do with stripping naked and coughing. Hahahahaha!! I didn't quite catch it properly but I lost all appetite and ditched my dear plate of fried carrot cake.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 1:16 pm

Spice Girls are back!

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

"If you wannabe my lover, you gotta get with my friends.. Make it last forever, friendship never ends..."

Jack just showed me an article from MTV, showing that the Spice Girls are GOING TO REUNITE.

It's really weird how the world goes. Mike Smith left, and Spice Girls are coming back together (for a world tour, at least). I thought I'd never ever, in this lifetime ever see that group of girls get together again.

There was a slight glimpse of hope some time back, around last year I think, when love, sweet and caring (as well as cheating) husband, David Beckham invited the other Spice Girls to his house in some sort of surprise for his wife, Victoria.

But one of the Spice Girls had to mention in an interview later on that it was impossible to see all of them standing on the same stage again (yea right, look just what is happening now). Either they're doing it for their fans, or they really need the money. My guess is both. Hehe, kidding!

Today is time for all of us to learn a new word. A word in a Chinese dialect called Hokkien.

This new word is called: Kio Sai. A direct translation in English would be: Pick up Sh*T. Grammatically known as Picking up sh*t.

This is used to describe someone 'cleaning up' after the leftovers.

The first time I came across the word (and its significant meaning) was when I was playing CS at Xiang's house.

Somehow or another, no matter how lucky one can get in the world of Counterstrike, the most pro-est would still die in some way or another.

Imagine this scenario. Xiang vs Noob (I love putting Xiang as my 'examples'). Xiang shoots at Noob. Noob also shoots at Xiang at the same time. Somehow, because Noob was a lucky a$$ that day, Xiang's character dies first.

Noob runs around having only 10% of his life left and Coward, who standing behind Xiang all the while finished Noob off by just spraying a few bullets. Thus, we say Coward kio sai.

"Kio Sai lah!!" Xiang shouted indignantly, at no one in particular. If Chubby had been there to witness Xiang talking to himself, he would have thought him mad.

Why am I talking about kio sai all of a sudden, because the word sprang into my mind just now while Mum was feeding Didi with 'ear biscuits'. Now I don't know the exact name for that 'ear biscuit'. It's shaped like an ear (thus the name, duh!) and has a very strong sesame taste. Now sesame tastes absolutely fine, except not in the case of 'ear biscuits'.

Mum decided to throw the rest to the dogs. Everyone munched on it happily... no no, correction: Every dog was munching on it happily and before you can say "Cindy has a stupid pimple on her nose!", the biscuits were already finished.

After drinking water, Chubby and Didi walked back to the room with Chubby resuming his normal sleeping position (image: four legs in the air).

Didi however, walked about non-stop on the floor where they were previously chewing on the food a few minutes ago, licking the floor every now and then at certain small crumbs of 'ear biscuits'. Then kio sai sprang into my mind.

I was laughing as my mind was replaying the word: Didi kio sai, Didi kio sai.. But I stopped abruptly just as I had began. Kio Sai gave me a mental picture of someone picking up poo. I realised that this was what I had been doing whenever I bring the dogs out for their walkies. Ok, so this doesn't seem funny anymore.

I shan't talk about it already. School sucked big-time today. There was no one I know whom I could meet beforehand and sit beside with in the lecture theatre. Hey, but during attendance taking I glanced at my attendance list and realised that Zhen Ting and Cheng Xiang were in my class! Is that cool, or is that cool!?

At least there were two people I know! Better than nothing. By the way, I WILL NOT GIVE UP CALCULUS! Hehe, quit trying to make me change my mind. *copies Gollum and puts her hands to her ears* I'm not listening.. I'm not listening...

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 1:14 pm

Rudely Awakened

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

In response to the robbing by Red Shirt Guy (come to think of it, maybe the Thai pickpocket was also wearing red shirt??), yea, Red Shirt Guy #1 DID NOT manage to rob me. I mean I did stare at him after checking the contents of the pocket. If I had found anything missing he would have been chased and beaten to a pulp.

By the way, by opening that front outtermost pocket of my bag, the only things he could steal were:

1) One of the two bottles of eye-drops

2) My comb (of great sentimental value since it was from Jiu Zhai Gou)

3) A packet of tissue (left half only!)

4) My lip gloss

5) Lip gloss. That will turn your lips PINK.

6) A small NOT-FOR-SALE sample of waterproof RED mascara.

I doubt he'd find the above items useful anyway. To tell you all the truth, I had afterwards toyed the idea of writing a note and sticking it into that section since it was the one that most pickpocket dared to open.

I was contemplating to draw a visual of a hand pointing the middle finger and the words "F**K OFF!" beside it, and then place it in such a way that whenever the bag is opened, that is the note they see. The words would write the obvious, and just in case the person is illiterate, the image of the pointed middle finger would then be able to confer the message.

Fast forward to today. Morning. Cindy was still sleeping. In fact, during the holidays, my 'normal waking hours' are between 2pm to 4pm.

Since in Temasek Poly, tutorials do not start in the first week of school, I had no school today. We were all offered electives for our final year in school. Either we choose Service Marketing or Calculus.

I decided to give a chance to maths and lessen my stress of taking another project-based subject so I chose Calculus without giving any second thoughts. I have to proudly say that after I made my choice and submitted my decision online, I did not regret. Not till now, at least.

Because I suddenly realise that I was KICKED to Class number 6, ALONE. Without a single buddy at my side in my new class. Apparently I was 'thrown' into a Calculus class. Yikez!!

Why am I talking about that? Well, all thanks to me choosing Calculus, I did not have to attend school today, unlike the rest of my buddies. But.. as I have termed them BUDDIES, obviously you would have known that our relationship was rather close. Very close, in fact, that when I did not 'appear' for today's Services Marketing, they called me (yes, they forgot I was taking Calculus).

More like PRANK-CALLED because they called and put down so many times that I lost count.

When I finally picked up the phone, it was Shaozong. "Where are you?" he asked as if it was just another ordinary day when we were meeting up for projects.

"At home... SLEEPING!" I said. Almost wanted to shout but decided he probably doesn't know my sleeping habits so, oh well, just my luck.

"Huh!?!?!? Why aren't you in school?" he said, shocked.

Manz, when he said that, I ALMOST FELL OFF MY FRIGGING BED blankets, pillows, softoys and all.

I have to admit that I DO KNOW that I, Cindy Lim, is a very blur person. Although I made completely sure that Tuesday is lesson-free for first week, there is always chances that her blardy eyes (right eye swollen somemore), might have seen the wrong date or something.

Ok, so misunderstanding was soon cleared and I realised that I do not need to 'fall off my bed'. But my eye hurts. Like hell. I think I have a pimple on my eye. Can you believe it? ON MY EYELID. What kind of f**king luck is that!? I mean, oh dear God, if you wanted to bless me with luck, make it more like the strike Toto/4D type! Why bless me with the luck of getting a pimpled right eye.

Well, actually I don't believe it's a pimple. Have you ever heard SUCH a thing as pimple in the eye? I think it's a real case of swollen eye that I had gotten from rubbing my eye too .. enthusiastically. Haha!

As such, I shall make it official here. Me, I, Wo, Cindy Lim *toot* *toot* (full name censored for privacy), shall hereby cease to rub her eyes every night like some drug-addict every night before she goes to sleep!

If I still continue to do so, then.. well,...... then just let it be man! I don't want to have any other bad forms of punishment already! Sore eyes right now is REALLY PAINFUL ENOUGH! ARGHHHHHH!

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 10:51 pm

ROB ME! PLEASE!

Monday, May 23, 2005

Yes. Read the title. I think I have those words printed on my forehead or something.

For the second time within 6 months, someone attempted to rob me by opening my bag (without me noticing).

In case some of you forget (which I'm quite sure almost all of you did), the first time it had happened was in february when I was in Thailand with my Marketing coursemates. We were at Chatuchak Weekend Market and I think we bought some drinks or fruits or something when I realised that someone opened my bag.

The outtermost pocket was open and my keypouch was gone. Honestly man, which blardy STUPID FUCK would think that I AM A DUMBA$$ who will keep a wallet in the outtermost pocket of a bag? For F**K's SAKE!!! Thank GAWD my family has a car to fetch me back from Changi Airport or else I would have to take a taxi and then risk standing under the hot sun for hours ringing the blardy freaking doorbell!

My keypouch was cheap. It was a FX pouch but I bought it at a very good bargain of 3 miserable dollars (don't ask). Hehehe. It's very nice, and is those striped patterns ranging from dark to bright orange and then to yellow. I think many people have seen it before. But what's the use of talking about it man. It was stolen. Sheesh. Stupid sucker of a pickpocket. I'm glad I didn't put any money in there for you.....

Come to think about it, did I?.. I've mentioned before of my stupid weird habit of stuffing money everywhere so that I might 'chance upon' it when I really need the cash one day right?

Oh darned! Don't make me think about it!

Ok on to today. My bag was opened again miraculously for the second time within 6 months, as I've earlier mentioned. This time I was in Johor Bahru. Dad was so against me going there but since Mum was going and Ah Yi and Jack and my maternal grandma, he was left speechless.

So we went. I should have noticed that guy in red. Damn! He was hovering near me and the way he walked was so weird. Like there was NO SPACE in the supermarket and he had to 'bang' into me. I thought he was one of those stupid wankers that don't know any 'walking manners'. Moreover the supermarket was pretty empty and yet he had to keep on 'walk into' me.

Most irritating was this stupid shopping basket of him that kept on pushing me.

I tolerated it for awhile since the supermarket (it's Giant) was so big and he would definitely shop at other areas AWAY from me and then I'd probably not see him again for the rest of my life.

After 'colliding' into me twice, the last straw was at the shoe section. My mum was with me. I was standing beside this trolley that had a mountain of shoes stacked on top of one another. The rest of the walkway was empty and clutter-free and ANY ordinary human bean.. being, I mean, would walk pass using the empty area where Big Fat Cindy was not taking up space.

But nooooo! He had to walk BETWEEN me and the trolley of shoes. It was so frustrating! It was then I felt this very obvious tug at my bag and realised the zip was totally open. If 'looks' could kill I would have murdered him with my stare.

He then walked off in a huff as I told my mum what he did. That's end of Red Shirt Guy #1.

Next after shopping around for awhile more, we paid for the items and as I was juggling with the trolley and reading through the receipt (I don't know why I was doing that), Red Shirt Guy #2 walked up. Don't worry, RSG#2 has nothing to do with pickpockets (thank goodness!).

He flashed..... me a smile (hahaha) and two credit cards. What great boyfriend potential, so I flashed him my 'wedding' ring back to show him I was attached. But blushed madly when I realised I got his intentions wrong (alright, I admit I'm ugly and unattractive *sigh*).

"Interested to sign up for a new credit card?" he asked. I shook my head and smiled and then acted as if the receipt in my hand was the most important and interesting thing in the world.

And of all places I had to wait for my relatives in front of the credit card booth cos the entire place started becoming so crowded (with Singaporeans since it's our public holiday and everyone flocked there). So Red Shirt Guy #2's friend, RSG#3 approached me but left me alone after I said I was a student. Too bad I can't remain a student forever. Students are quite a nice group to belong to. Wear a school uniform and no surveyor will bother to come near you.

By now I had developed a phobia of Red Shirt Guys for today. After jamming at the causeway, I arrived home three and a half hours later and saw, to my horror Red Shirt Guy #4.




And the only Red Shirt Guy whom I had managed to take a photo of...:

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:36 pm

Dreaming of Mike Smith...

Sunday, May 22, 2005

I slept till 3pm today. Wonder what got over me.

It's weird how I've been having so many dreams lately. Today's dream has got to be the best! I was watching a Limp Bizkit concert LIVE! And I was in the front row seats that were SO blardy close to the band that I could stick out my hand and slap them or attempt to pull their shoes off and keep it as a memento.

Best of all best things was, my seat was extremely near to their guitarist, Mike Smith! *droolz*. . .










Mike Smith

*Warp back to reality*

Unfortunately, Mum called and I awakened to my wonderful ringtone, Le Ciel by Malice Mizer.

"Wake up! It's 3PM in the AFTERNOON! You said you'd wake up early to go with me temple-hopping on Vesak!! Now I've already came home from praying at all the temples and YOU'RE STILL SLEEPING!!??" That was my mum's polite way of saying good morning to her only daughter.

I unwillingly dragged myself up from bed and turned on the radio. Was ecstatic as I heard the sounds from Limp Bizkit's new album. I figured the dream must be some sign from Heaven telling me of their new album. There had been no news from Limp Bizkit from such an awful long time that I thought they were going to disband or something.

In fact, the very last news I got from them was from the Straits Times that day, headlined: Limp Bizkit no-show.

Afraid of contracting SARS (which were lone gone by then), they canceled their concert in Singapore by just not turning up at the very last minute without telling the fans. What an awful disappointment. If it wasn't for Mike Smith I would have shunned the band.

Ok, back to the radio. New album with a single sentence that brought my mad-about-Limp-Bizkit life tumbling down. The news.. that Wes Borland is back.

Wes Borland was LB's ex-guitarist (left the band in 2001). A very talented fella that I believe would have fitted in perfectly with the Malice Mizer people since he loves dressing up too. Except he was more of a sci-fi freak whereas the Malice peepz were, should I say, more goth?

Imagine Wes Borland turning up in Obiwan Kenobi gear. Hey, COOL!

That aside, if Wes Borland is back in LB, that only meant one more thing. Mike Smith is gone :(

Yup indeed he left the band with Fred Durst saying in an interview: "We are very content with Mike being gone. We are the type of people that stay true to our family and our instincts and at any moment will act on intuition as a whole. Mike wasn't the guy. We had fun playing with him, but always knew, in the back of our minds, that he wasn't where we needed him to be mentally."

With Mike Smith gone, my Limp Bizkit mania is real and truly over. Alright, so anyone wants my 'Results May Vary' disc?

Sidetrack time!

I had vegetarian dinner for today. Vesak Day. And I am very proud of myself for that. I had NEVER had any vegetarian meals on a Vesak Day. I won't say I never ate vegetarian throughout my entire life because that would be a blatant lie.

We had to go for a few days vegetarian during my great grandma and uncle's funeral but in between we had abit of .. um.. non-vegetarian snacks. I remembered my 2nd Aunt bought some sugared donuts that we were gorging happily away at the funeral.

Bread ma.. it IS vegetarian until my cousin briefly mentioned about the possibility of fats being of animal origin. We almost spit out the bread there and then I tell you! So in order to play safe we had to eat at the nearby playground instead since we cannot eat animal-related food products within the funeral area.

A funeral signifies a death within the family. A sad event. But somehow I feel that there is another side to a funeral. Have you ever had so many days together with your family? Disregarding the times when we all went holiday together. We were so busy photographing this and checking things out that we never really bothered to interact.

But at a funeral everyone comes together, united. Grieving the loss of a loved one. But at the same time I dare say that I got closer to my cousins during that period of time. It was stressful but everyone was going through it together. As they say behind every dark cloud is a silver lining.

Wow, looking through my blog, it's amazing within one blog post I can change the subject from Mike Smith to Vegetarian to Funerals. Xiang is nagging at me to stop typing and go get a life. Ok, I shall go get a life right now.

Love ya all! My full attention is now on Legolas. I LOVE LEGOLAS I DO I DO I DO (PS: According to the tune of 'I believe in Fairies' from movie Peter Pan)!

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 3:41 pm

Update AT LAST!

Saturday, May 21, 2005

Unless your blurness didn't notice but I changed the top photo of this blog. FINALLY I have gotten the CD from the photo-shoot. Boy am I GLAD!

Of course there are a few more photos that were taken that were outrageous and ridiculous and stupid and funny, but all those were 'deleted' and not burnt into the CD.

I don't want to have everyone I know making fun of me, so I shall only publish the more decent photos. I think it's quite a great experience of some sort to go for such photo-shoot at least ONCE in our very miserable short life span on earth.

Mum says if the photos are nice enough it can be also used to be put in front of .. um.. the 'funeral van' (-.-")...

And also I have to admit something pretty stupid. Does everyone from TP Marketing know who is Sandy? Yea. I kinda just got to know her right before the holidays started so went out with her and Rachel and the rest a few times. We even watched a movie 'A Series of Unfortunate Events' and then slacked around at Starbucks with each other before.

But then just the other day as I was browsing through my photo folder on the computer, I saw a photo that Rachel, her and me took right after we came out from the cinema that day.

Try as I might, I JUST COULD NOT RECALL HER (Sandy's) NAME! It went on for the next 2 days 2 night and I still could not remember what is her name (Btw, I remembered it was 'Sandy' because I had just SMS-ed Rachel to ask. Please do not let Sandy know about this or she might kill me the next time she sees me in school.)

I even asked Xiang "Dear ar, do you remember before my school holidays I went out with Rachel and one more girl to watch this movie? Yea, do you happen to remember her name? Was it Crystal or something?" Of course Xiang doesn't remember. He didn't even meet my TP friends before!

And do you know what's the worst of all worst things to happen? I went to Orchard today with Xiang to meet Shinoda and his girl, Tiffany. When we were about to cross the road, out popped Rachel and the-girl-whose-name-I-forgot. For awhile, I panicked. But then I guess she wasn't there to ask me if I remembered her name so I relaxed a little.

Well, I have to admit when she and Rachel called my name when they saw me, I was sooooo guilty because I can't remember HER name! Sheesh!

During our conversation about which class we were 'thrown' in for the new coming semester, I was hoping that Rachel would happen to mention 'the girl's' name. Too bad, she didn't. So, hours later after that meeting, I decided to SMS Rachel and ask her once and for all.

Dear Sandy, I AM SO FRIGGING SORRY for forgetting your name! I promise it won't happen again for the rest of my life, unless, of course, something hit me on the head until I can’t even remember that I have my own blog!

Apologies aside. Update on what had been the latest happenings. I have summarized it into 5 major events in chronological order:



1) Let's Play Catching!!

My love for catching is known to all my ex-Bendemeerian Catching kar-kees who constantly plays the game with me at Fort Canning although some people I know *looks at Xiang* thinks it's the dumbest thing one can do at Fort Canning.

However, my love for the game is limited and DOES NOT extend to my BEDROOM! And of ALL people, Xiang is ALSO the one who chose to play it in my bedroom. Before you jump to conclusions, let me first specify that his playmate (lol!) is not me. But Chubby Lim.

See! Caught in the act!








2) Shopping for Alex's Birthday Party!

We went to Plaza Singapura's Carrefour to shop for BBQ food since nobody could make it on Friday morning. And then we fooled around with Alex's new digicam. But Mr. Alex Lim is not online right now so I can't take the photos from him. Oh well, we all just have to make do with what I caught on my handphone camera in the meanwhile.

One must always find ways to entertain oneself in order to keep life interesting:

















3) Chubby The Pee-Head!

On Friday morning, Xiang and I went to take our Basic Theory test. Yes. I'm such a lazy worm that I failed it almost one year ago and only retook it now. Oh but it's better than my mum who waited almost 15 years before retrying her basic theory.

After that we went to Xiang's house for lunch. Instead of going straight to Alex's party, Xiang insisted that I go home first because the girls aren't reaching that early and I would be bored while the rest of the guys play pool. Actually I won't be as long as I got my book with me (hint: LOTR-related) but then I decided not to make myself a nuisance and promptly agreed to go at a later time.

Xiang sent me home (one in a million miracle) and as we neared my house, Kilo barked. Then Didi barked. Then Chubby barked. And before you know it, the dogs staying nearby in the entire neighbourhood were howling and barking and growling.. you get the idea.

I opened the gate and Chubby and Didi ran out eagerly to greet us. Kilo was too lazy to get up from his fat a$$ so he lay down on the floor acknowledging us by his super tail-wagging stunts.

Now now, let me remind you that whenever Kilo does those tail-wagging stunts, YOU DO NOT want to be NEAR to him because it hurts a lot if his tail accidentally hits you (NO JOKE!).

After running out to greet us, Chubby and Didi immediately ran towards the dustbin to relieve their bursting bladders. Here's Didi with his Clairol's Herbal Essence impersonation:





Wooooo! Yesssss… Yesssss!!! Ohhh YESSS!!!! (Hehe, all right, just kidding folks!)

Did I forget to mention that in the midst of relieving themselves, due to, well, 'height differences', Didi accidentally urinated on Chubby's head!





Xiang pointing at the spot where Didi's pee got onto Chubby's ear.

OMG! My darling Chubby! My preciousssss!!! The apple of my eye!!! Stupid Didi!

The sight of it disgusted me that I immediately whipped out the towel and dog shampoo and with the help of Xiang, we tried to wash Chubby's face.

Now it is not easy to wash a dog's face, what with the hair and all, moreover a dog who HATES water like hell. We're talking about Chubby Lim! The dog who don't mind not going out for walkies after a heavy rain because he doesn't want to get his paws wet!

Struggling with all his might did not help. It only made more parts of his body drenched. The little doggy even tried to attack the water hose in a bid to stop it from spraying water. Quite a humourous sight if you were a passer-by except for the fact that I AM NOT. And as he was struggling, I WAS ALSO GETTING DRENCHED!

Kilo and Didi are the exact opposites of Chubby. They absolutely LOVE and worships water. They love getting their weekly baths. When they saw me bathing Chubby they were extremely happy because usually all three would bathe together on the same day.

Both were very extremely disappointed when I told them that it was not their turn to bathe today unless they got pee on their heads. This was how disappointed they look. From the photo you can also tell which was the dog that loves bathing the most:







4) Got Back Coverlooks CD!

Need I say more? Here are some photos:









Check out the string on my wrist. By tomorrow (Sunday), I would have officially worn that band for a total of 365 days since I got it from the Burmese temple during LAST year's Vesak Day!!!











Photographer: "Could you put your arms around your Mum?"
Cindy: "Like this?"
Photographer: "Yup!!"
Mum: "LET GO! CAN'T BREATHE! LET GO!!!"

5) Cindy's Clone Detected!

Went out today... And FOUND MY CLONE!

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 10:34 pm

Update!

Just to let you all know that I'm still alive. Will update a super long and hopefully entertaining blog entry tonight to make up for the past few days of lousy blog posts. PROMISE!

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 4:53 pm

Blogger: Chinese words everywhere!

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

Someone or something toggled with my Blogger settings because everywhere the words are in CHINESE!

Thank goodness I'm a Chinese. However, that does not mean I can read the language. I could, but barely enough to fully understand. Reading the words is one matter. Understanding it.. is another.

It's just like you can pronounce an English word, but that doesn't mean you know what it means right? Let's try.. um...

The word: Lothlorien

Yea yea, I can hear all of you pronounce it. But do you KNOW what is it?

If you did not watch LOTR or read the book OF COURSE you do not know what is it (or rather, where it is). Hahahaha. Alright, I cheated. But you do not expect me to flip open the dictionary to really go find out a word that is so seldom used that none of us know what it means right? Besides, I don't even know where did I place my dictionary.



Quote of the day:
"They sound like something made out of potatoes. Like some dish, you know."
Couz, Jack, when I told him about Malice Mizer (an extinct Jap band).

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:12 pm

Back!

Did anyone miss me? I say did anyone miss me? Are you sure anyone missed me?

Oh well..

It was SUCH A RUSHED trip there was not much to blog about. It was hardly even considered a shopping trip. But if there was anything to be glad about, I finally got to relax in the bathtub (something I couldn't do previously because I shared the bedroom with the R5 ladies).

Yes. Bathtub filled with HOOOOT water. No one should EVER be denied having hot water when it comes to bathing. Hot water rocks!

But the stupid thing was after that I realised that the bath-tub was 'jammed' and I couldn't remove the stopper. I panicked, hurriedly dressed and ran out to tell my parents. Dad tried turning the knob this way and that way in the hope that the stopper would 'rise' and drain out the water but to no avail.

Damn thing was blardy stuck. Mum was scoffing at us and say '2 smart people' also can't solve such a simple problem. She went to the toilet to take a look all the while teasing us.

Well, all I can say is half an hour later the water was STILL in the bath-tub. We eventually gave up and left it that way. Let it breed mosquitoes for all we care. We were checking out.

60% of my time there was spent sleeping/slacking in the hotel room. 20% was spent in Borders (yes, reading, believe it or not!), and the other 20% was spent eating and wandering around aimlessly. Not appropriately considered shopping.

I'm sorry I didn't buy anything back this round for all of you. Xiang is in fact, rather pissed right now, insisting that I pay for prata breakfast tomorrow. I guess I'd have to pay with the leftover ringgit. Wonder if they accept the currency or will they throw me out of the shop.

OK. Time to sleep. Tomorrow TP timetable should be 'declared'. I am SO (not) looking forward to the start of school! Yay!!!

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 12:54 am

Monday, May 16, 2005

Vain boys: CJ, Xiang, Lyon, Josh *shakes her head* 

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 1:18 am

Eve of KL

Sunday, May 15, 2005

I'm leaving for KL tomorrow morning. I think I got the time wrong. I'm supposed to be at Golden Mile at 7.30. Not 5.30. LOL! That means two more hours of sleep for me.

Doesn't matter. I sleep once the vehicle starts moving. I always do. And I guess my coursemates in Bus B for the Marketing trip knows that very well.

I've been thinking about my life. What were the things I did that I had regretted. I can look back at everything and I tell myself that if one thing did not happen, I would definitely not be who I am today.

Of course there are some pretty stupid things that could be forgone such as when I was in primary 6. That was probably the worst year in my entire life. I had vandalised the a classroom table (don't we all occasionally scribble some shit?) and was like severely condemned by my form teacher because of it. Looking back, I had no stupid idea why I did it and why OF ALL PEOPLE I get caught.

Maybe that year I must have offended some deity or something and was cursed for the rest of that year.

I hated Moulmein Primary School. Sure I had a few very good buddies who didn't despise me although I guess I was outcasted as one of those 'losers' that can be found in every school. There was this girl that delight in laughing at whatever I did, attempt to knock their knuckles against my skull, and then when I turn back to stare at the girl who did it, she gave me the most stupidest act innocent expression and say "Sorry, accident."

Yea right. Someone should have told her that I could see her shadow behind me and how her hand came up and knocked my head. How could that be an accident? I hated her to the core I tell you. And I clearly remembered six years later while walking to the canteen of Design school with Keith and Shaozong, I saw her again. God, I hate her so much I wished I had not recognised her.

So I regret that when I was still in Moulmein I hadn't given her a tight slap, which of course would land me in mucccch deeper trouble than the vandalism incident but at least it could have been considered 'worth it'.

So that's one regret. Another regret is a more silly one. I regretted not watching Sleepy Hollow in the cinema. I remembered I was watching some other movie with Felicia and Li Ting that we saw the advertisement for Sleepy Hollow. It was so cool. Dark rider on a black horse. The perfect partnership and ingredient for a super creepy tale.

Recently Channel 5 had it on. Actually it wasn't THAT recent. It was last year. And I hated myself quite alot for missing it, although I managed to catch the ending of the story eventually. That was like the last half hour of the show. I didn't know what was the beginning, who was the good or bad guy etc etc. How sucky is that?

Another thing I consider myself to have done wrong would be going to Jiu Zhai Gou. Dubbed the 'Paradise on Earth' (Ren Jian Tian Tang), the scenery was so beautiful, I feel myself being numbed to the wonderful scenery of Taiwan on the mountain of Jiu Fen. It was like you've seen the most beautiful sights and scenery before already, everything else was uncomparable. I wonder if there are other sceneries that could beat Jiu Zhai Gou.

Do you still remember the sights and scenery from Jiu Zhai Gou? Since I have nothing to do right now I shall dig up some of the photos:












On the way to Shen Xian Ci (Fairy Lake)











This one not really consider Jiu Zhai Gou. It's on Mount Emei.











I have no idea but this photo appeared so small. LOL! Click to enlarge.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 6:28 pm

Internet Joke

An Indian moves to Montreal and goes to a big department store looking for a job. The manager asked, "Do you have any sales experience?"


The Indian said, "Yeah, I was a salesman back home". Well, the manager liked the young man, so he gave him the job. You start tomorrow. I'll come down after we close and see how you did, but let me give you a bit of advice. If a customer comes looking, say, for toothpaste, you might suggest for him a toothbrush, or shaving cream etc. You get the idea?"


Of course," the young man said. His first day on the job was rough but he got through it. After the store was locked up, the manager came down. "How many sales did you make today?


The Indian said, "One"


The manager groaned, "Just one? Our sales people average 20 or 30 sales/day. How much was the sale for?"


The Indian said, "$101,237.64."


The manager exclaimed, "What? $101,237.64? What did you sell him?"


The Indian explained, "First I sold him a small fish hook. Then I sold him a medium fishhook. Then I sold him a larger fishhook. Then I sold him a new fishing rod. Then I asked him where he was going fishing, and he said "down at the coast", so I told him he was going to need a boat, so we went down to the boat department, and I
sold him that twin engine Chris Craft. Then he said he didn't think his Honda Civic would pull it, so I took him down to the automotive department and sold him that 4X4 Pajero."


The manager was astounded, "You mean a guy came in here to buy a fish hook and you sold him a boat and truck?!"


The Indian hastily clarified, "No, no, no, he came in here to buy a box
of Kotex for his wife and I said,"Well, since your weekend's already screwed up you might as well go fishing."

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 4:49 pm

Sentosa CANCELLED...

Saturday, May 14, 2005

And I bet alot of you are sniggering right now.

See! Haven't I mentioned it before? All you have to do is be a kind-hearted soul, invite Cindy to your Sentosa outing AND IT DEFINITELY RAINS.

At 8am++ I was awaken by Chubby stepping all over my face and trying to hide under the blanket beside me. I really felt like punching the daylights out of him. Thank god he's a dog or else I really would.

And then I realised he only does it when it's raining heavily. Oh great. Heavy rain = Nice sleep! But then the thought that I was also supposed to go to Sentosa today dawned on me. Realised that there were already many unread SMSes on my phone. Everyone was asking here and there: Are we still going to Sentosa?

HELL NOT! It's a blardy good weather to stay in and sleep! Moreover, playing volleyball on WET CLUMPY sand is such a turn-off!

Just when it was finalised that we will NOT be going to Sentosa.. IT STOPPED RAINING.

All of us decided to go out instead. Fuming at our bad luck with the weather. Fine. I realised there was no one to fetch me all the way to the MRT and had to walk under the frigging hot sun all by myself. Funny since just an hour ago it was raining heavily.

Fine. Take it as the weather trying to bully me. But it was the last straw when I had to take a shortcut through the fields beside St Gabs secondary.

The field was like FRIGGING MUDDY from the rain! I was wearing.. WHITE SHOES. FUG THE WEATHER! Sweaty, muddy and muttering curses under my breath, I made my way slowly to the MRT.

There was a flea market near River View Hotel. Xiang's friend told us it was 6 bus stops away from Somerset MRT station. We happily hoped up the bus, and obediently got down 6 stops later. It would have been much appreciated if his friend had told us WHICH DIRECTION we were supposed to board the bus.

It was amazing. We were told it was warehouse sales. Many stalls etc etc. But not a single soul was in sight. WE WERE LOST IN URBAN WILDERNESS!

There were trees growing everywhere. Even the overhead bridge that was the only man-made architecture around (exclude bus-stop) was like covered with moss until it almost 'blended' in with the trees. Which led to Manda asking "How are we going to get across to the other side of the road?" of which we suddenly discovered the existence of the overhead bridge camouflaged within 4 metres away from the bus-stop.

However, being people lost in their own country, we look pretty happy and unashamed of ourselves:








Me, Manda, Mei

The flea market was quite a disappointment. There were many things but I kinda expected much more. I was quite ecstatic to see that they sell LOTR toys there. The ring models as well as mini-characters. But my goodness, the Legolas figurine was blardy frigging awful. Why can't they make it look a tad bit more like Orlando Bloom?

I know Orlando Bloom is not really that.. well.. appealing to the girls I know, but he was drop-dead gorgeous as Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood! *droolz* Xiang was trying to drag me awhile from the LOTR stall (he thinks I didn't notice but I KNOW YOU WERE DRAGGING ME and pointing at other stuffs trying to draw my attention away.) A diversion <-- Legolas said that in the movie ;).

And finally, a photo that I had taken with a friend that I had gotten to know quite a long time ago. A female stalker who dwells outside Xiang's house watching and recording Xiang's EVERY movement:

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:48 pm

No CD!

Friday, May 13, 2005

Jack, the Angel for today collected the photos and CDs on everyone's behalf. But then turns out that Cover Looks have not burnt our CD yet. Mum was quite irritated because it doesn't take THAT long to burn a CD and she doesn't understand the weeks of waiting. So am I.

But at the very very least, as a form of consolation, at least the photos are back. But it didn't help that Rahim commented that I looked like I'm 30 years old in the photos.

Maybe I should have worn my favourite Power Ranger shirt to the photo-shoot instead. They will automatically make me look young.

Please please PLEASE let it NOT rain tomorrow! But I know that whenever I go to Sentosa it would DEFINITELY rain :( ... We'd see, we'd see.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 8:53 pm

My boyfriend hates me.

Guys will never understand PMS. They do not understand how a girl can wake up in the morning and then morph into a super bitch for a few days. But I turn my head and look around, hey, guys these days also DO have their PMS periods. And it's worse.

Because a girl's PMS timing is predictable. It is almost impossible to tell that a guy is emotionally suffering from PMS until he punches you in the gut.

Thankfully, Xiang hasn't done that to me. But he does have PMS. He is also not afraid to show it.

After PMS comes the.. well.. time of the month. This is something that will NEVER happen to guys, although I can't say much if they are down with food poisoning. Yes. Welcome The Cramps. Cramps that make the girl's mood even more foul. Painful cramps that kept me awake at an unearthly time of 4am to almost 6am yesterday morning (and since I couldn't sleep I figured, what the heck, I should just change my blogskin while I'm at that).

How the heck do you describe such pain to a guy to make them understand you and pamper you, shower you with bars of chocolates, hot water bottles, kisses and hugs? Speaking of which, my darling Xiang bought a COLD CAN OF PEPSI for me. Nice.. Nice... Actually he bought it for himself but you don't need a fortune-teller to predict that I would definitely steal a few sips from his drink, right?



Wait a minute. Maybe he knows, that is WHY he bought a cold drink!

And did I mention the fact that when I hugged a hot water bottle to my tummy to ease the pain, he got so intensely jealous and says I'm just hugging a waterbottle because I got nothing better to do? Hokkien term for it is call 'Gian Song'.

Damn! I knew he hates me (blog topic!).

I bet he's also jealous that I love chocolates so much. In fact, I am just about the happiest girl in the world when I'm eating

1) Black Pepper Steak
2) Chocolates
3) Blueberry Yoghurt

As I was saying, Xiang's jealous that he doesn't have a food that can make him 'the happiest person in the world' so he hates me. I don't know what kinda rubbish am I spouting right now. It's like 4am++ in the morning and because of my cramps that kept me awake last night, I slept till almost 3pm today and now my eyes are as big as owls'.

And seemingly in order to soothe my monthly irritation, Dad told me to be at Golden Mile at like 6.30am in the morning (wtf!?) on coming Monday to take a coach to KL for a shopping spree......Ok he didn't specify the term 'shopping spree' but he said he would be going there for a meeting. Mum and I would tag along. OF COURSE it's a shopping spree! But then again it doesn't make sense since this 'shopping spree' would only last for 2 days 1 night, INCLUDING traveling time. It'd be more like, reach there, sleep, wake up, go back Singapore.

But please please please don't let that trip be as screwed as the Taiwan holiday.

Oh, and remember the photo-shoot I went for a few weeks ago with my mother? (And Jack and his mum). Apparently the PICS ARE OUT! Wooot! Finally! Will upload them asap.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 4:32 am

R5 Day!

Thursday, May 12, 2005

It's been almost 2 months since R5 had a full gathering. But then again, we were missing Xinni, so we were not really out in full force.

Before I get to that and start uploading the R5 photos taken just now, I want to give all of you some inspiration of what to do when drunk. Some people flirt atrociously when they are drunk. Some people puke non-stop. Some people try to get a free shag when they're drunk. Some people (who are not drunk or can hold liquor well) end up sending their drunk friends home, or maybe get a free shag etc etc.

Don't you think there are BETTER things to do when you are drunk?

Come, let Cindy the Great give you a great idea.

Step 1)

Make sure you are blardy drunk so that no one will stop you or blame you


Step 2)

Dash towards the toilet. On the way running there, make sure you have your camera in your hand, ready to take a photo ANY TIME. People would think you are running to the toilet to puke so they will all make way for you like some big-shot VIP.


Step 3)

Run straight into the toilet OF THE OPPOSITE SEX. Being a girl, I run into the guy's toilet.


Step 4)

Remember step 2 where I asked you to have a camera in hand? Once into the guy's toilet, make sure nothing is obstructing your view, TAKE A PICTURE and GET THE FUG OUT before any guy overcomes their shock and pushes you out.


Step 5)

Turn around and laugh EVILLY before exiting.


Step 6)

Make sure that the guy caught in the photo IS NOT YOUR BOYFRIEND.

Step 6a)

If it is then what's done cannot be undone. Pretend to faint and get someone to call an ambulance to get you out of there as soon as possible!





















Ok my pretty ladies from R5, here is your promised photos.

Let's first of all start off with the perfect one where everyone's face can be seen and is not blocked by stupid straws of our drinks.



Top, from left: Yin & Mei.
Bottom: Me, Fang, Manda







I have no idea what happened in this shot but it is quite obvious that at the very last minute, Yin decides to do something manical, throwing her head back and emitting the most hysterical laugh at us because she realised like almost everyone in the area was staring at us like we were a couple of aliens.

Of course I think they're just acting plain rude to us. Why stare at a group of people taking a decent group photo? Never see before meh? But anyway, Yin spoilt the entire picture while the rest of us were looking absolutely angleic. I have decided to 'cut paste' Yin's face to our PERFECT photo so that she doesn't look like a maniac.








There now. Better isn't it. I'm not a pro. There is no need to criticise my 'photo editing' skills. So save the trouble if you're already halfway through typing criticisms on my tagboard.


In my humble opinion, there is nothing nicer in a photo than one that contains real laughter. Like when the whole group is laughing at a joke or something. Which is exactly what happened in our next photo.

We stacked two Starbucks (I typed keep typing Starhub instead of Starbucks. The POWER OF BRANDING. Starhub Starhub. Oopz. I mean StarBUCKS.)

AS I WAS SAYING.. We stacked two Starhub cups on top of each other (without the straws of course) and on top of that, added a piece of tissue for cushioning before placing my precioussssssss handphone camera on it. Timer was set. Meimei was the in-charge, entrusted with the heavy responsibility of..... pressing the camera button and running back to the group to pose.

She did so. As she ran to stand behind us, more like CRASH into us, we knocked ourselves against the table WHERE the two cups + tissue + camera were placed on. The camera balanced DANGEROUSLY.

TEEK TEEK TEEK! The camera beeped furiously indicating that it was going to take a photo. We were laughing our heads off because while TEEKing away the whole camera was wobbling due to the 'crash'.

And there you go, real authentic laughter.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 12:13 am

Everybody barks..

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

A spectacular sight that happens at my house every evening when the maids are going to bring the dogs out for a walk.

"Gai gai lor!!!" Martha or Anna would shout at the dogs and suddenly the whole house comes alive. Didi barks excitedly non-stop and runs to the door. Kilo who is already kept outside the house, would bark back at Didi, joining in the excitement of finally being able to get out of the house.

Believe me, the bark of a Shetland is not easily ignorable <--new word. Why on earth are Shetlands 'blessed' with this very high pitch bark? Moreover Kilo's bark is NOT very soft either and it echoes through the entire place making the whole house tremble. Did I forget to mention that this always causes at least 10 other dogs within the neighbourhood to bark too? One dog bark all will bark.

Chubby's reaction was a little more civilised. He makes a dash and....

Hides under the table, reluctant to get out. Excluding me, anyone else who tries to drag him out by his paws would promptly get nipped by him. I guess it's because he loves going out with me. I know his habits the best.

Chubby is not a dog that adores walking long distances (*short legs! short legs!*). Moreover a lazy person like me DO NOT walk long distances. After cleaning up his crap, I would go home immediately. I guess they usually take him to walk VERRRRY far since it takes quite a long distance to make Kilo tired and turn back for home.

People say there are 3 instances that you will one day step back and notice your dog.

The first would be when it's still a puppy pee-ing everywhere, biting everything and getting on your nerves. I remembered one day I did my homework on the floor. Bad mistake. My pencilbox was open when I came back from dinner. Every single pen I had in that pencil box was destroyed by Chubby. Somehow that idiot puppy was biting on the keychain and managed to unzip my pencil box, gaining entry to the contents. EVERY SINGLE BLARDY pen destroyed and I could not continue with my homework. Yes, I live in a pen-less house.

So pissed I was I stomped to my mother's room like some stupid spoilt brat and demanded that the stupid dog be given off for adoption. Thank god it didn't happen because that dog soon became a companion that grew up with me throughout the years since I was 10.

The second instance would be when the dog has fully matured, such as being able to understand the necessary commands etc. The words he understand includes "GAI GAI LOR!!" which means type to go for his walk, as well as "Lai, Chubby arm arm" a kinda baby language meaning time to eat.

It's an undescribable joy to see your dog understanding your words. Listening to you instead of other strangers, and approaching you for a nice scratch behind his ears. He knows that ME, the GREAT Cindy is respectfully referred to as Jie Jie, and my mum is his 'mummy' etc etc. He was a two year old fully-matured Shih Tzu darling when my great grandmother died.

As her body was laying at the hastily set up funeral tent that occupies one full lane of the small road, Chubby was running around to find her whenever we asked him "Where is Lao Ma?". He would run to my great grandmother's room and stand up on his hind legs to peep up the bed where my great grandmother always slept in while she was still alive. She spent most of her time sleeping so she was almost always on the bed. It was quite a cute scene, but quite a heartbreaking sight too since the 'grief was still near' as Legolas once put it.

(By the way I STILL HAVE the intention of calling my future son Legolas. Maybe the daughter will be called Arwen. I would kill any guy called Aragorn who dares to go near my daughter since I don't want her to fall in love with a human 'and give up immortality'. Sheesh, what a sweet mum I am! Happy Belated Mother's Day to me!)

The last instance that you will step back and notice your dog would be its very last years of its live where you realise that his eyes aren't that sharp anymore. His listening fails him sometimes that he continued sleeping when someone enters the house or opens the door, and he starts to spend most of his time sleeping unlike in the past.

I shan't continue because I stubbornly refuse to admit that Chubby's at that stage. Besides, he HONESTLY is not going to go.. yet. They say you can't teach an old dog new tricks, but hey, Chubby now knows who is Weixiang kor kor and runs excitedly to the door to greet my love whenever I mention Xiang's name.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 8:56 pm

Lazy tart!

2 weeks ago someone called up mum's handphone to ask for her office address so that she could post a cheque to my mum's office.

Of all days, Mum chose to forget to bring her phone to the office. Never mind, at least she has a helpful daughter who is spending her school holidays being a good girl at home to answer the call for her.

Cindy the Helpful Filial Angelic etc etc Daughter reads out the office address from her mum's namecard that she keeps religiously in her wallet in case her friends need it. Yes. Simply read it out. NOTHING could have went wrong. Moreover Singapore is like SUCH a small place. It was almost absurd to say that letters will get lost with Singapore Post. Even if you wrote the wrong address (which one of my old penpals have done before by writing WRONG postal code) it still gets 'corrected' by the kind friendly folks working at Singapore Post and then resent to ME.

My friend write wrong address also can reach me. There is nothing else to fuck about. Sorry for being vulgar but words like these fly out of my mouth easily these days especially with Xiang (in a good way, example: he is so f**kably handsome).

2 weeks later I was interrogated by mum who claimed that she hadn't received the cheque. I was quite pissed. Afterall I did do my part and read the CORRECT address and we even double-confirmed it before I put down the phone.

"How much was the cheque?" I asked.

"$50 dollars!" My mum said. But her tone made me feel like she said a million dollars.

I was not too enthusiastic when my mum asked me to GO DOWN personally to pick up the cheque because that person was too busy. I feel SO super duper unlucky. OF ALL DAYS she that day never bring handphone down (thus making it possible that I get part of the blame for The Cheque That Did Not Arrive). OF ALL DAYS that person had to call my mother that day to ask for the address (I assume the payment was quite delayed? Could have called to ask for address EARLIER right?). OF ALL DAYS.. or rather OF ALL LETTERS SingPost MIGHT have lost, it had to be that one with the cheque in it.

After delaying for almost a month, my mum asked them to check whether any $50 had been withdrawn from the bank since the cheque was $50. There were none. I guess that person was pissed so asked Mum to go down and collect the money. She refused to have it transferred over to the company account through VERY CONVENIENT ATM transfers (beats me). Purposely trying to make my life difficult!!!!

I sniff something Singaporean in here. Was that person like trying to save $50? They assume that no fugtard would be willing to 'waste their time' to go down all the way to Suntec to collect a miserable $50. Maybe they hoped that the Agency would not charge them the $50 to save the trouble of traveling down since Yio Chu Kang to Suntec is not a 5 minute drive. Then maybe they did not issue that cheque AT ALL.

But what that tart DID NOT KNOW was that the Agency had CONNECTIONS. Not with the Underworld, but with very free happily holidaying TP students LIKE ME who is rotting away at home and not in the least contributing to society.

I am a very homey person and the furthest I would like to leave my house would be to go to Hougang for badminton with Xclusives or to Toa Payoh for R5 gatherings.

Suntec! Can you imagine how INCREDIBLY far from my home that is! HELLO! My home is like a stone's throw from a cemetery! It has no buses whatsoever within walking distances that is humanely-possible-under-Singapore's-f-up-weather.

I AM NOT LOOKING FORWARD! PISSED PISSED SUPER DUPER PISSED! (Actually just plain lazy)

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 2:18 am

Sunday, May 08, 2005

We Love LOTR OH YES WE DO! 

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 4:28 pm

Second post of the day actually

But since it's over 12 midnight I have to count it as a Sunday post.

Saturday was hell for me.

Just awhile ago when I went to cook noodles, I overheard a bell ringing. It's definitely not coming from the anklet I wear on my left leg because the 'tone' of the bell is of a lower pitch, or whatever you call it. It just sounds different alright?

This very tiny flame lit up in me. Mr. Meow is coming back! And well about time too! Her new owners that we gave her to stayed at Woodlands or Yishun area. Now we've always heard of loyal animals 'going back' to their ex-owners because they miss them so much and things like that right? I have always thought Mr. Meow to be the loyal sort but as time wore on, I gave up hope that she might even have ATTEMPTED to walk back all the way to Gambir.

Hearing the bell was like hearing.. um.. the school bell sound that signals dismissal time. No link right? That's the best metaphor I can come up with. Alas, it was not Mr. Meow's bell though it really sounds like. It belonged to a new collar that was worn on the dog next door. Sighhhhhhh............

The little flame died off again.

Next. I am broke. End of story. No need to describe how horrible being broke is.

And next again. I have a stupid HUGE pimple growing INSIDE my nose. Makes it difficult to dig. Don't grimace in disgust! Come on! Admit it! Everyone digs their nose! The same fact as everyone craps and farts and have stinky armpits!

Next next next. I have to relate the entire incident. I was wearing glasses. Sitting innocently on the bed watching TV when Xiang decided to throw something at me like some attention-seeking kid.

The nearest thing however, was a piece of shirt that I had worn 500 times and forgot to throw into the laundry basket. And when you throw such a thing at someone, usually and theoretically you will only aim the head. The face. The nose. Whatever.

He did aim my head that's for sure, but he also missed by like 500 miles. In fact, the shirt did not even come CLOSE to my head. I was laughing my head off (pun unintended) and subsequently called him a LOSER while doing a little red indian dance jumping around all my Miffy softoys on the bed.

Bad idea. He got the (smelly) shirt again, wrapped it up into like a tight ball of cloth, and in a very 'baseball' style, pitched it directly at my head. Wa biang, I was like wearing my glasses you know! And the entire thing whacked with a very loud sound impact.

The 'nose support' on the glasses were thoroughly flattened and I needless to say, right now at this very moment, the part of my nose that is in contact with the 'nose support' has two very UNSIGHTLY blue-black marks. Not even contact lense can get me out of this sh*t!

Lastly for the last stroke of bad luck that befell me today, let me add something lesser violent and more..'subtle'. I also had to clean up Didi's pee today. Twice. In my room. Irritating sh*t. I'm like a slave to the dogs now.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 12:03 am

Wrapping up of School Holidays

Saturday, May 07, 2005

As a coming year 3 student of Temasek Polytechnic, this is technically the last school holiday that we're having. In year 3 we are not going to have any holidays because the holiday between the two semester would be occupied by our stupid attachment that I am NOT looking forward to.

So I did laze around without a job to enjoy my 'last school holiday'. And in doing so, I have learnt a few lessons myself.

1) Never compare your boyfriend with anyone else's (e.g. those whom you see holding their girlfriend's hands and gentlemanly carrying the girl's handbag AND shopping bags)

2) When you THINK you have nosebleeds, please for goodness sake WAKE UP TO CHECK. Abandon the habit of wiping it on somewhere to check the next morning whether it really is mucus... or blood.

3) NEVER use bluelight to check whether it is mucus or nose bleed.

4) Never ever carry any of the dogs while any dog is behind them (applies to Chubby and Didi) as they will attack the tail of the one you are going to carry up.

5) Do not reach a designated meeting place too early because Xiang is sure to be late :P

6) Xiang ALMOST ALWAYS wants his instant noodles 'accompanied' with a fried egg.

7) Never believe Manda when she says whatever Mango drink from Starbucks is very nice.

8) Try not to mistake Yin as her boyfriend, and her boyfriend as Yin although they look so terribly alike.

9) Even if you watched any of the LOTR installments for the 100th time, DO NOT TELL ANYONE for they do not appreciate your madness towards LOTR. Orc-loving tree-killing beings. Tsk tsk. (Kidding!)

10) Do not use pepper too close to Didi. He would cough AND sneeze at the same time for the next one hour.

11) When you see old friends, or email them or msg them for that matter, identifying yourself as Cindy Lim does not help. Just like the way LOTR characters identify themselves by: Aragorn, son of Arathorn, ... Gimli, son of Gloin.. ... you have to identify yourself as: Cindy, owner of Chubby.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 2:07 pm

The Story of Oscar Lim

Friday, May 06, 2005

Just heard on the radio that today's weather forecast will be that it's RAINING THE WHOLE DAMN DAY. What a great way to start the weekend.

I think one of those songs that everyone could enjoy listening is the song Collide by Howie Day.

"Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find
You and I collide"

Anyone has the song?

I think I will do a favour for everyone who reads my blog. I will (do my best) not to talk about LOTR but instead, everything will be centred back on my beloved animals.

I want to talk about Oscar today. Oscar is my terrapin that I had kept since.... I think Sec 3 or 4. Given to me by my buddy Manfred as Oscar was fighting with his two smaller terrapins (that are currently residing in some pond at some temple already).




There. I think my animals have a thing or two with posing in front of the camera.

I remembered Manfred passed Oscar to me in a plastic bag. I think its a Mei Zhen Xiang BBQ Pork plastic bag. LOL! And then the at-that-time nameless Terrapin was thrashing wildly about trying to get out. There was a small little water bowl placed at a corner of the plastic bag for it but in his wild thrashings he overturned and the whole bag was wet and stuffs like that.

I put my hand into the bag to pick him up and the bugger scratched me quite badly. Terrapin's nails HURT, although it doesn't bleed but it HURTS.

A few days later, I bestowed him the name, Oscar. I don't know why either but the name just got stuck in my head. Oscar was also the name of my aunt's dog. A horribly overgrown Shih Tzu.

I loved Oscar as much as... a person... can ever love their own terrapin. Hehehe. There were a few occassion that I felt very guilty towards Oscar.

Occasion #1:

I keep Oscar in my toilet. Let him roam around the whole place as he wish. Beats being better than staying in a container right? Of course every once a day I throw him into a very shallow container with water and food. Once he tires of the water, he would climb out of it himself and resume his roaming-in-toilet lifestyle.

But one day when I was away in school, the maid forgot to close the toilet door after washing it. And on my part, I forgot to close my room door. I came home, unable to find Oscar.

You could say he had roamed out of his boundaries. It was really difficult to find him. He could be anywhere. Somewhere in my room wedged between the cupboards or something. I concluded that he must have walked out of my room... Which is not good.

Right outside my room is a little balcony that goes right to the staircase. Oscar definitely would not be smart enough to take the stairs. He must have taken the short-cut. I was right. He had fallen all the way from the 3rd floor to the 2nd floor. I ran down the stairs, walked to the area under the balcony and found him hiding under the table contentedly thinking that the rest of the world will not find him there.

It took me a total of one and a half hour to find him finally after moving ever piece of cupboardy furniture away from the wall to see whether he was stuck there.

Very relieved I was. Damn, am I talking like Yoda?

Occasion #2:

This occasion led me to keep him in a container from that day onwards.

I mentioned just now that I keep him in the toilet right? Apparently, Oscar also developed a bad habit. He loves sleeping in the dark. Since the light is almost always on in the toilet that me and my brother share, he was robbed of his precious darkness.

He started hiding under things. Sometimes after cleaning the toilet, the ScotchBrite cloth was not hung back properly, so it landed on the floor. Oscar crawled towards it and using his front claws, he tried to cover the Scotchbrite over his head. Amusing sight.

R10 came over one of those days and saw for themselves the stupid terrapin hiding his head and his two arms under the cloth with the rest of his body exposed. I have a feeling he thinks that no one can see him but he's actually right smack in the middle of the toilet.

Well at least he was in the middle and visible for all to see. But one day our laundry basket was 'missing'. As a bad habit, my brother and I threw our clothes at the same corner where the basket used to be, causing the clothes to land on the floor.

Guess what man... Oscar must have happily crawled towards the bunch of clothes and hid beneath it to enjoy a good dark slumber. When I came home from school, I couldn't find Oscar (again for like the hundredth time or so?). Panic ensued.

I thought for 5 minutes. Doors was closed. There was no way he could walk out. Unless he had walked out and THEN someone closed the door.

I checked the usual places, moved the usual furniture he always hides at. No sign of him. And then it hit me. Real hard. Laundry basket.

The clothes that my bro and I had strewn on the floor were missing. Evidently the maid had cleared it and it was in the washing machine.

YES. THE WASHING MACHINE FOR FUG'S SAKE!

I almost flung myself down the steps in order to rush down. Too late. as I neared the kitchen I could already hear the rumbling sounds that could only come from our washing machine.

I pulled open the top cover. Oscar was swimming among the clothes but at least he was not dead and had not drowned or something. In fact, from my point of view he looked quite happy to be swimming amidst so much water. When I prised open the washing machine's top cover, he lifted up his head and stared at me. I could almost see question marks floating around his head.

"Oh my gawd.." I muttered under my breath. Hurriedly I picked him up and dashed back to my room to give him a warm meal and wash the detergent off of him. But his appetite was very affected by the ordeal and he did not eat anything for the next few days. He refused to open his eyes for the next two days no thanks to the detergent. I had kept turtles before and I know of many illness that attacks a terrapin's eyes, causing them to be blind first, and then slowly starve to their death since they could see where their food is.

But finally he decided to open his eyes and started eating like there is no tomorrow. I think after the incident he kind of ballooned up. You could see his shell was having a hard time trying to contain his body inside it. He started looking like some overstuffed hamburger.

After which I bought Big Bottle and Small Bottle to accompany him. I can now gladly say that with those two bottle-nosed turtles fighting with him for food, he has now grown considerably agile and MUCH thinner.

And that, my dear friends, is the story of Oscar Lim. Actually, MORE like How Oscar Lim ended up in a tub. Thank you.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 1:39 pm

BBQ Photos

Thursday, May 05, 2005

My dad is selling ANOTHER fish-tank. Giving up hobby to concentrate on dogs I guess. HAHAHAHA. For those interested, you can take a look HERE.

The BBQ photos are courtesy of Valerie. It's been like 19 years since I last stepped into a wet market and really did some serious shopping for food. Raw food. Why 19 years ago? I guess the last time it happened would be when I was still in my mother's womb.

Thus, I feel these photos ought to have some dedicated space on my blog so that ten years down the road I can look back at them and smile.

Let us take the time machine and transport ourselves back to the day of the Barbeque. At a very early 10am in the morning, F4 (Alex, Val, Xiang, Me) met up at Serangoon MRT. Guess who was the latest? No prizes for the correct answer. Lol!

10am is VERY EARLY considering that 75% of us were having our much deserved school holidays right now. But we had no choice because we so badly wanted to make it to the wet market to get great deals for raw food. Believe me, there is no where else cheaper than a wet market.. except for maybe a WHOLESALE wet market.

But I'm sorry to say we did not take any photos IN the wet market. We did not want to appear too 'alien'. Manz, I think even tourists wouldn't do so and we're 100% Singaporeans through and through!

Actually I think we did pose with the chickens at the wet market but I didn't get the photos. Never mind. We took quite a few in the supermarket after that. Have a look at our friendly morning faces that apparently has the word "Fug Off!" printed on our foreheads.










I told you we looked like a pretty happy bunch of people shopping in a supermarket. Sleepwalking, however, would be a more appropriate term. We were lumbering around in the supermarket, trying our best to control our sweat glands because it isn't doesn't feel very good when you sweat like a pig early in the morning even BEFORE the bbq even starts!











While queueing up to pay for our food though, we managed to show a feeble smile at hyperactive Valerie who was like shouting "Smile! Look here! Yes! Now, SMILE!"

As the day gradually got older, we got more into that cheeky mood we were always in. Well, at least Alex and Val were already in that cranky mood.










Everyone should thank their mothers. Believe me, having now truly experiencing it for myself, I must say that Singaporean kids are the luckiest bunch of kids in the world because I know MANY who had never stepped into a wet market. Wait a minute, am I calling myself a faggot too? Well, at least I'm not one anymore because I have stepped into a wet market! Muaha! What kind of rubbish am I typing. Alright, back to some more sad things.










In this meaningful photo that speaks a thousand words (ignore the captions), we were NOT posing purposefully for the camera. There were people EVERYWHERE that were snatching our cab although we were standing at the taxi stand. There are some taxi uncles I know who are very righteous. They will not stop for anyone who is trying to cut queue and would drive all the way to the taxi stand.

But no! Apparently the taxis that passed there that day don't give a heck to whether you are at a taxi stand or not! As long as you flag, they stop for youeven if you are JUST 10 metres away from the taxi stand and there is a whole line of people standing there!

The only thing we could do is point middle fingers at those people who flag down 'our' cab since we were the first in the queue. Haha! We didn't really point. Just stare at them with a hidden message: Don't let me see you again.. OR ELSE!

And then a sudden realisation dawned on us. 3 of us were wearing spectacles. Except Xiang. So we fooled around with that fact for abit:











As with all barbeques, we feel that due credit must definitely be awarded to those who started the fire for the barbeque. However, I don't know why is it so difficult to find a photo with Valerie's face in it. So here is the other 3 who contributed a great deal. The Fire-Starters:















Finally, one of the photos with Val's face in it. You can say she had the sudden urge to water the plants in the garden so a photo was taken. I was shouting "Darius, go away! Let me take Val!"

For awhile he was like "Huh? Take who? Take what?" He turned around, saw Valerie posing already and said "Oh I see." Then burst out laughing. The camera caught it all.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 7:07 pm