Quizzes~

Spike 63% amorality, 90% passion, 45% spirituality, 63% selflessness

Ruthless, passionate, ravenous and--when it comes to it--devoted to those you love. Sound okay? Sounds like Spike, a character at times a hero and others a villain, but always compelling, dynamic and driven. Based on the results of this test, you're like Spike in every way but the fangs. Congratulations!

Thanks Again! -- THE 4-VARIABLE BUFFY PERSONALITY TEST

I'm actually Dawn Summers since I'm female, but I prefer the male version of my personality anyway ^_^.

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Your word is CRAP. You come across as sweet and
innocent, yet underneath it all there is a
quite nasty streak. Gossiping and being
critical of others comes a bit too naturally to
you. And people will begin to see through the
sickly sweet exterior soon.


Which Swear (Curse) Word Are You?
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Wee!!!

Had a great weekend. Prolly because I had a wonderful dinner at Marche of my favourite rosti (yum yum!) and seafood, and I got 3 new pair of heels yesterday! xD

My lovelies~

$13 cream siletto heels from Tinkerbell, Cineleisure. Cheap! :


Lovely, lovely heels #1 my sis-in-law bought for me in Thailand:


Lovely shoes #2. Low heels, comfy and muahaha, all MINE~! :


Up next week: Shopping for clothes! Gawd, it really is time to start buying some new clothes. I'm a 20 years old girl-to-be-woman, and I only shop for new clothes during every Chinese New Year! Just saying it out loud made me feel like a dysfunctional female. Heh.

*Does a jig in the middle of the night* My maid went back to her kampong for a month before she returns to renew her contract. Gawd, I love my privacy. I've been sharing my room with the maids since 11 years old, and it absolutely sucks.

I'm gonna make full use of this short-term privacy. *Evil grin*

Anyway, comment on this for me :


If you're wondering what's the light shadow between the "thing", thats because it was wiggling. So, what does it look like to you on first sight?

Is it: a) A mutant lizard with no limbs, b) An new specie of bug/reptile, or c) A lizard tail ?

I squatted down in front of it and spent a good 5 minutes staring at the wiggly thing, before I grew flustered and grabbed my digicam to snap it. When it finally wiggled into a better position and showed me the "head", I realised I was staring at a freakin' lizard tail all that time.

PAH!

It was insulting, I tell you. Good waste of my smoking break gawking at that stuff.

*Shakes head at herself* Ah well, time for my nightly smoking break again... 'Night!


"Or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them."
- Shakespeare

As You Were.

I was in the bathroom after my business when I realised I often spend a good deal of time looking into the mirror.

It has everything to do with inferiority about my looks, my hair, my figure, and also the fact about who is the one staring right back at me in the mirror.

I shall not go into the long theory about my life, yadda yadda since I've been doing that way too much nowadays.

So anyway, I was staring at my chest just now, and I wondered why they appear so much bigger on film. FULLY-CLOTHED, THANK YOU! They look okay to me in the showers or in the mirror.

I used to be indifferent to it you know; just another body part. So ok, it's 85D, or 38D whatever, and some women would want that, but I guess I'm starting to hate it.

First off, I look HUGE on film or in baggy clothes. Like elephant huge! They tend to stretch my tops. Secondly, I have to wear dark-coloured and fitting numbers that makes me look revealing and slutty to look slimmer. Thirdly, they give me severe backaches. Fourthly(?), I always have to worry about them sagging. UGH. Last but not least, most of those dead sexy lacy lingeries don't have my size. ARGH.

Maybe I should really consider my mum's suggestion of shrinking them.

Anyway, I at least get to buy sexy or lovely heels to go with the fitting clothes, but my mum gave one of my favourite pair to my niece earlier on :( I mean, I'd only took them out for suggestions, but my mum went ahead and ask Jas to take it even tho it was obviously too big for her.

It's not that often that my mum manages to buy me lovely heels(and not Auntie-ish ones!) like that, but friends should know that I'm not one to say "No".

Oh well~ At least I had Melvin to pacify me, and he promised me he'll bring me on a shopping binge this weekend to get prettier shoes and prolly some new clothes. It'll be nice to attract some appreciative looks from men when we go to Liquid Room on Saturday night. =P

It's also high time to start doting on myself again. I'm going for an interview or sorts with Jasmine on Thursday. Temporary job, pay's fine, time's flexible. Hope I can start to earn some spending money asap.

I'm still thinking if I should wear formal or smart casual for our 3rd year Anniversary. Italian restaurant, or Crystal Jade again? Hmm... Maybe Pariss this time...

Bleah~ Decisions, decisions. Anybody has any dining suggestions for scrumptious food? Tag me please!

Going to Genting with the whole family next Sunday, which is the day after the anniversary. Tickets were booked without informing us. Ugh. I just hope that I'll get enough alone time on my own there.

Hmm...

Hot chocolate in hand, with the lovely tiny marshmallows floating around in the mug, the silence of the night... I guess I'd managed to find my temporary solace tonight.

Had a big fight with Mel yesterday when we were out... Almost ending up in a breakup. The incident's still raw in my mind and bringing it up will only hurt again. 'Sides, its not the first time something like this happened. I should have gotten used to it long ago...

So anyway, moving from one upsetting subject to another, I quarrelled with my mother. Again. It doesn't help that we both are down with a case of depression; mine's not as heavy tho.

She's always paranoid and repetitive, and she can spend days nagging/scolding the same old thing to me. I knew that it's fueled by her depression and her age, but bad temper runs in the family; I could never get my mouth shut when she starts insulting me.

Had a talk with Mel and my sis-in-law. Mel told me to bite the bullet and bear with it; my sis-in-law asked me to understand my mother's situation. Both made sense.

I should be thankful she no longer uses physical violence on me since the last 2 years or so. I shudder to recall the chopping knife incident when I was 14, or the frequent beatings I got all over my body since 10. Those were bad times.

What didn't change was her words. They never get any gentler; Instead, they grow harsher by the day. I know that I'm a disappointment that I'm a P.h.D - Poly halfway dropout, and not being successful in getting a permanent job, when I have the brains.
I know that I'm not bad-looking at all, and I do have some brains, and even if I'm not one of the best, I could have eased past Poly if I really tried. But what's done is done. Mistakes have been lamented long ago but I get reminded of my failure every single day.

I try to move on but all I hear everyday since young, were "nobody likes you anymore", No... "Who are the guys mentioned in your diary?" Why...? "Are you so happy to be a prostitute?" What..? "Miss Ng, I know why her grades are slipping. I saw her diary and she goes around calling guys Lao Gong" and all sorts of Hokkien vulgaric insults.

"Ma, I'm going out with my god-bro and old schoolmates to celebrate his birthday." "Don't tell Ah Mel that you go out with guys, if you know what's good for you" "Why do you always quarrel with Mel if you don't bear to leave him? Why do you still go around doing hanky-panky stuff with other men?"

Her truculent words cut into my heart and it bled, and bled, and bled...

Yes, my mum chose to believe some kpo aunties who prolly lives on the 7th or 6th floor who told my mum I was hugging and cuddling some guy down my block.

First thing - I occasionally meet Mel at the 7th floor to smoke before he comes into my house. There was a night when my god-bro went to the 24hours coffee shop to drink with his friends and I went down to smoke and chat with him.

Alan is a very endeared friend who'd surprisingly kept in contact with me, and brought me out of "stoning" at home and made me go out with our old schoolmates. We would sometimes sit down and talk about our problems, well, mainly my problems, and he would spare me a listening ear when my other listening ear has to be in camp.

Maybe you guys won't know how special it is to have someone who just cares for you and don't judge you, but I do. One of the reasons why I cling on to my bf is that he seldom judges me, loves me dearly, and even tho he's helpless in giving me advices, he tries his best to make me feel happier and forget the pain for awhile.

Alan does that too. He and I may not keep in contact regularly, But then, I've lost contact with my best friend, y'no? That's why I look upon him as the kid bro I never had. Part of my extended family who gives me the sibling caring I've always craved for, and not the obligatory ersatz sympathy I get sometimes.

But no, my mum doesn't believe that it's strictly platonic. I'd only chatted with my god-bro down my block once, and we were just sitting next to each other while I chain-smoked. The only other male contact I have is my bf. My mum didn't even bother to stop and think that maybe the neighbours saw me with Mel. Noooooo... I have to be doing hanky-panky stuff with other men.

I'd remained silent when she went on her usual rant telling me how fucked up I am, but I couldn't help but shout at her again when she doubted my fidelity. I felt bad about shouting at her, but looking at her locked door, and my own locked door, I knew that there's nothing much I could do anymore.

Nothing's gonna remedy my first 11 years of life living in and loving another family. Growing up with a caring elder bro and an elder sister who canes me when I made mistakes but loved me dearly, a mother who's always there to take care of us, a father, and also a father who talks to me sternly but kindly when I made a mistake instead of hitting me. A family who cramps into the master bedroom for the aircon in excitement every Monday. A family who treats me like their own even tho my surname's not Tan.

I still love each and every one of them even tho we've gradually faded away from contact now.

I know that my mum did not mean for me to grow up with my nanny, but given my father's abusive behaviour and her long hours of work, I appreciate what she'd gotten me out of - domestic abuse. Still, isn't that what she did to me in the end when I went back to stay with her?

I don't know how to talk to her, to make myself and also her to open up and chat, without dissolving into a sobbing mess and getting no results in the end. I've tried... Oh I've tried. But the outcomes always hurt and we sealed ourselves up rapidly after.

Life is but ephemeral, yet it has little meaning for me right now. I'm clutching at straws... Trying to see light in every situation and make myself happy but failing horribly in the end. The only things keeping me abound is my love of my mother and bf, and my love of being in love and being loved in return.

That and also because I'm not gutsy enough to do the deed of ending my sodding life.

Months ago, if any of you'd asked me if I know who I am and what I want, I might have grinned at you and say, "Definitely". Now I just feel like throwing my head back and roar in laughter at my denial. I'm just a wastrel who wallows in self-pity and dilatory.

I'm ashamed of myself and yet at the same time I don't have the strength or willingness to pull myself up. Every night I'm cursed with insomnia and I always wish for eternity sleep the moment before sleep finally claims me...


We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.

I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.

Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand.

I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.

Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?

The book fell that always closed at twilight
and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.

Always, always you recede through the evenings
toward the twilight erasing statues.

- Pablo Neruda

Happy Birthday James Marsters!

Happy 43rd Birthday, James Marsters!

I will always love you!

*Jiggles around and belts out birthday and love songs for James*

Land of the Dead.

Went to watch Land of the Dead earlier on at PS with Alan and Zhi Hao.

We were psyched to watch some gross action and maybe get a good scare. I mean, hello? I've not watched a single horror movie in 3 years(all thanks to Mel, chicken guts!) and I thought maybe this time I'll be pampered into a good scare, to keep the andrenaline pumping, y'no?

But nah, just a little gross. I jumped a little at the beginning of the movie, not knowing what to expect, but I got used to it soon.

Basically the movie runs down to this - Somehow, there are walkers all over the world, some rich git fenced up a city and sold apartments in a fancyass building right smack in the middle of the city, to make himself soddin richer.

Bunch of guys, some are "renegades", some work for the rich fag, most just want to get a rush for killing the zombies and ridding the world off them. Therefore, *Grr* *Arrghh* *Munch* *Slurp* *Roar* *Bullets and missiles flying everywhere*

Fight fight fight, then one of the "cleaners" simply wanted to get an apartment in the building, got refused, betrayed, decided to blow the building up with the bloody ponce's 2million dollars truck.

Zombies got smarter, used guns and weapons, and swam towards the fenced off city to kill and feed, blah blah blah, feed feed feed, chomp chomp chomp, intestines here, livers there, rich wanker died and hero saves the day, yadda yadda.

May I insert an important word into my review here - Anticlimax.

Gross factor out of 10 = maybe 7? Fades to 5.5/6 after you get used to it. Scary factor = 4. And I'm being really kind already.

If you're a horror movie regular, don't bother watching it unless you're desperate for your fix. I mean, hello, I got so bored that I eventually munched into my popcorn feverishly when I saw the zombies eating the humans, imagining that I was eating human flesh too. Lol~

Still, it could be because of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, where I watched demons and monsters feed off humans etc and got used to the whole feeding factor.

The only 2 parts that grossed me out was - 1) the zombie whose head was dangling by just a few nerves, and he swung his body forward to allow his head to come forward and bite the guy. 2) A zombie bit the belly piercing off a woman and the blood rush through her belly button. That was relatively realistic to me, so I cringed.

Moreover, most of the victims who got chewed on or got chunks of their flesh bitten off just screamed and screamed. And screamed. I mean, I would have yelled bloody murder and my face will scrunch up and contort in pain n'all!

Bah, nvm, don't think I should add anymore spoilers since I've revealed enough. Time to get to bed. G'night.


Do not seek death. Death will find you. But seek the road which makes death a fulfillment.

-Dag Hammarskjöld

Naval Base Sec. Sch, 4E1, Class of 2001.

First off, I wanna say this: I missed ya guys, class of 2001!!! Namely, I miss the following people more:

Jennifer - (also known as xiao Jennifer because of her petite size even tho she's older.) Yes Jennifer, I missed ya. I missed the times we hang out at your house or at Jurong, and the times we used to hang out together when you 1st retained to my class year until the other girls grabbed you away *grins* We were kinda like the Ah Lians in the top class *grins wider* The 2 Jennifers. Rofl!

Zi Hui, Shu Ting, Qiu Ling and Hui Ru - You girls were great! Even tho I hung out with the other group most of the time, you girls were friendly and willing to accept me into your group when I quarrelled with Ling Yan. I was so touched. Qiu Ling was friendly, Zi Hui was understanding, Shu Ting was cute and Hui Ru was quiet but my friend since Pri. Sch. Love you girls =)

Ling Yan - What can I say? You are my best friend. You still are, even tho we've lost contact recently. Got to know the rest of the group from you and I never regretted it. You are the only friend I ever quarrelled with, and that speaks volume. You cry with me when I'm deeply upset and often sleeps over to accompany me. We hung out constantly and were so close together.

Lin Mo - My pesky and towering China classmate from hell; He was my "mama" and Wei Sheng my "papa". Lol. We were always competitive in Chinese class because I was the top student in class before he came along, and the only subject I truly win him in was English. He's a genius. We love to torture each other with words back when we sat beside each other. He even let me copy homework from him! Lol~

My "Pillars": When my schoolwork started to deteriorate, I was ordered to sit in the front left corner of the classroom instead of my original backrow, corner seat beside the window.(*grins wildly* Best seat, I know.) I had 3 pillars around me and I wasn't sure if it was intentional. Lim Li Ping, Sec 1 Top Student sat beside me. Seow Hua Ming, Sec 2 Top Student, sat behind her. Chen Wei Sheng, Sec 3 Top Student sat behind me. LOL! Li Ping was actually a very quiet and demure girl who never looked down at me(cos hello, top class. There will always be snobs) because I was the odd one out who loves more fun than studying. We were often caught chitter-chatting and Miss Ng will blame me. She is also the only pillar that lets me copy homework sometimes. LOL! I simply adored her and Zhi Yang who was another one didn't judge me and was freakingly smart too. Both were my classmates since Sec 1. I loved my pillars. They are really cool, smart people.

I was bouncing on the bed listening to my songs when I decided to flip thru my secondary school project photo album for English class.

Looked at the class photos through out the years and I couldn't help grinning. In Sec 1-2, my main group of friends were Mandy, Kasthuri, and Kaithri. Surprisingly, we stood near each other in the photos because of the closeness of height. In Sec 3 and 4, I was best mates with Ling Yan, and within the class itself, I hung out with Yiwen, Qiu Ling, Zi Hui and Shu Ting. By coincidence, we would always stand beside each other without doing it purposely.

I used to hang out with Si Nee, Yi Wen, Li Ting and Ling Yan during recess time and when school finishes we would go to Sun Plaza/North Point frequently(we were practically joined at the hips and almost close enough to be called sisters), but I mixed more with guys in NPCC and when I'm out. Funny huh?

The memories I'd accumulated thru-out the 4 years are indelible. So much have changed.

I wish I remained the same size as I was 12-13 years old. Simply perfect. Tons of memories flew through my mind when I flipped through the photographs, and I realised why I wasn't that popular.

I was too affable and friendly that some people think I'm flirty when I simply wanted more friends; My chest had been the centre of topic in the 4 years and I was known to the Upper Sec. students by the time I got to Sec 2. The more garrulous girls gave me nicknames like "BBW"(Big breast woman *rolls eyes*), which was rumoured to be started my Sec 1-2 classmate, B**Yi. *Shrugs*

Well I mean, we were all around 14 years old and name-calling was in the "rage". My best friend in lower sec, Kaithri was called Wild Boar, so I usually turn a blind eye and got used to it. Until the guy I crushed on for 2 years, Zhi Qi, called me the name, that is.

But hey! At least I got him to flirt with me during Sec 2 even tho I fell down splat in front of him and Weilong etc in Sec 1.

I wish I could go back in time and change things. I mean, hello, I may be defiant and lazy at times, but I don't come by as a prefect and stay in the top class for nothing! Some of my guy classmates/NPCC squadmates look upon me as a bimbo just because I have bigger breasts than the other girls.

I wish I wasn't so friendly and such a pushover when it comes to friendship. I mean, some thought of me as an Ah Lian, which I guess I was, since I always mixed with my guy friends and I never stood down to threats. I shouldn't have bothered about the insincere people.

I only had 1 "problem" occuring in school tho. Naval Base is, or rather was, well-known for the "Ah Lians and Ah Bengs" so beside the geeks and nerds, most of the students were bullied or got "jio-meng" before. I thought I was going to graduate unscathed by apparently, not.

The Sec 5 basketball girls back then were notorious because they were doted on by Mr Chew and Miss Tay, who were the DMs. We were graduating and slacking in class with no teachers around. I had an issue with one of their friends so some of the girls came into class and asked me to talk in the canteen.

Gracinia, also a bballer but my classmate of 4 years, was there, and she sat with me and the girls and she told me to ignore them while we ate. Man, I still kinda remember what happened and it was hilarious. I will be lying if I say I wasn't nervous, but I almost burst out laughing when the girl threatened to slam the table at me or something.

Hello, school canteen? Principal/HOD office 30seconds walk away? Besides, another thing was in the rage - God brothers/sisters. I swear, I had umm, 4 younger god-sis, 3 younger god-bros, and 1 elder god-bro back then. Only 3 was approached by me and the others came to be asking to be their god-sis.

The only elder one happened to be the "zhong", um, head school bully? Lol *laughs out terribly loud* A prefect, mixing with the Normal Tech Ah bengs.. *Shrugs*

When our DM came to chase us away, I just told the girl, "Anything just talk to Bui Zheng, he will settle for me." I should have sprouted that 30mins ago and it would save me the trouble. They left me alone after that.

Only that Fanny girl whom I got into a quarrel with still stared at me with her eyes bugged out of her sockets(trying to intimidate me with her stare, I believe) and crossing her arms on her uber thin frame. Hilarious, I tell you, absolutely bleeding hilarious.

I simply didn't get it back then. Siang Nguan will look at me sometimes with an air of indifference like we aren't classmates of 4 years, Marie will blow hot and cold on me; chatting and taking neoprints 1 moment, shooting insults in my face the next time. I won't forget the Sec 3 School Camp where she and her friends went around stealing girls' bras but returning them later. Mine never got returned.

I think the Sports Day of '99 when Grace and Weiling came to me and ask me to be their god-sis when Marie wanted Weiling to be her god-sis but got rejected, spurred her hostility to me.

There was also the other time some of us were at the arcade in Yishun 10 and a guy came up to me wanting to know me. I didn't hear what he was saying and I shake my head in instinct response. He then changed his target to Marie. I don't remember how I got his number in the end, but Marie was screaming cold murder at me for snatching the guy from him. Tee hee hee! Cute.

So many things happened in my secondary school life, I can spend a whole day typing up the memorable events. What I mentioned above may sound childish and of no importance to most of you, but they bring more than a chuckle to me.

Woo hoo!!!

Bottles of soda in the fridge, fried chicken wings and curry chicken on the dinner table, roasted chicken and duck drumsticks and fried rice on my plate, Mum chopping up the suckling pig and other roasted meats in the kitchen, everlasting tidbits in the cabinets.

What else can I ask for?

*BURP*

Happy belated 40th birthday Singapore! =X

Heh, can't believe I'd forgotten to wish dear ole Singapore happy birthday! It was also Mel's sister's 12th birthday, so I went for Germaine's birthday celebration with them at the Thai Village restaurant(yum, sharkfins and abalones) near the stadium, and watched the fireworks.

Watched the parade on TV for only like 5 minutes, but it was enough for me to smirk at the clumsiness of the St. Johns' marching and hentak kaki, and gloat at the SPF and NPCC cadets' smart unity and timing to my boyfriend.

'M not sure if it's the angle, but the last time I saw the National Day fireworks upclose, it was much more impressive. The first minute or two was a little disappointing, but hell, I love the finale. Saw it when we were driving out from the parking lot and the view wasn't obstructed.

Took a fairly interesting photo of an Ah Pek in a cab but *gasps* I can't find my digicam's cable! *shrugs* Oh well I think it should still be somewhere in my room.

Anyway, *beams in pride* I killed an adult cockroach earlier on! As some of you guys already know, I have a phobia for all bugs and even ants if their size are rather big. Cockroaches are probably my nemesis but I still manage to kill some every now and then.

I didn't even panick when I saw it flash past me on the table in my peripheral vision. Fine, maybe I was too shocked that I froze for a sec.

Still, after 5 minutes of hide and seek and my Shieldtox in hand, it was game over for one of the longest living creatures on earth. *Smug grin*

Okay, enough of my stupid cockroach endeavour. Time for me to eat my popcorn and watch some of the VCDs I bought. *Thinks wistfully* You know, popping popcorn with normal microwave (not those machines at the cinemas, that's cheating!) has almost become a lost art. You either burnt most of them or have alot of unpopped ones left.

My advice is set the timer at 4.15 mins max. Don't risk it. Stand by the microwave because sometimes a 5 secs difference will disappoint you. And you can always scoop the kernels back into the bag to re-pop. =P

Casablanca, here I come!

The unofficial review of Wedding Crashers by Jennifer Lim.

*Laughs out loud at her silly title* Anyway, Wedding Crashers was a HOOT!

Seriously, one particular scene burnt and imprinted itself into my brains. I mean, the freakin' expression of Vince Vaughn(whom I'm really surprised that he's Jennifer Aniston's current squeeze) when he got jacked off under the dinner table by Gloria, was bloody priceless!

It was also astonishing to find out that Isla Fisher (Gloria) is the fiancee of Ali G. Lmao.

Anyway, when I first saw her hand on his thigh, I thought that maybe a little touchie here and there was all the scene was going to show. Boy, was I fucking wrong.

From the part where the erection slowly started to show, and her hand jacked him off frantically over the pants, till the part where Vince's face screwed up in orgasm, my jaw was wide open.

I swear, half the audiences who laughed with me did not know whether we laughed at how hilarious it was, or at the audacity.

Seriously, if that's only NC-16, I shudder to think what the kids will get to watch in a few years' time.

Yea yea, whatever, call me prude if you like, but at the end of the show, I did felt the irony for brushing off the warning of sexual references while queuing for the tickets.

Still, it's a wonderful, wonderful show. It made me want to be a man and crash as many weddings as I can lol.

Vince was stunning with his performance and I loved the touch of Christopher Walken. It's a cut above Charlie and The Chocolate Factory and the bantering between Vince and Owen sure as hell made me laugh like a insane woman. Watch it with an open mind and you'll enjoy it.

*Stretches*

Ahh, finally, my hangover is totally 100% cured. No more aches and funny churning feeling in my stomach. Thank god my god-bro decided to stop for a visit in the afternoon, and got me a warm drink. Made me realised that sitting relieves the nauseous-ness a little.

I threw up 7 times in total... :( *Shivers* It's simply my worst hangover EVER!

My bro affirmed with me that my behaviour was in check last night (as I thought, but I know the "drunk people think they are always sober" logic, so I asked anyway) so apparently I was more affected by the giddiness of the rush because I didn't have a proper meal before hand and I asked for double shot of the Martell everytime the waitresses refill =X.

The celebration we had at the, um, *coughnightclubcough* KTV was great. I did not let myself veer out of line because I knew I kept trying to throw up the excess liquor I took and I drank alot of tea when I realised I was over-buzzed. The tea was obviously what caused me to puke so many times as it made my stomach churned.

I enjoyed myself throughly in my old friends' and new friend's presence. Felt kinda like old times when I was kinda a social butterfly.

Do you know my god-bro, Alan, is friends/neighbours with the actors from the Singapore film "15"? Shawn was there and after being around him for the 2nd time I realised he's actually a very nice and jovial guy who is just a little shy and reserved. I thought he was a silent and mild-mannered guy during our 1st meeting but I guess he was just having a bad day then.

The only thing I regret is that I drank without the "permission" from Mel because I know he won't let me drink if I asked. I just felt safe in the presence of my god-bro of 6 years and my old friends. I also knew that I won't let myself get dead plastered in the midst of guy friends no matter how much I love Martell and how long I've known them.

But I don't wish to see a "cannon" in the near future again. The 8 of us polished off a normal bottle of Martell and half of the "dua pao" in 2 1/2 hours =_=;

All I want to say is, man... Chee Pin is MAD! I can't really get over the fact that he gets 1k per month as allowance when he don't need to maintain a car or anything, and he blew at least $1400 last night since the dua pao cost $1170 by itself.

The lounge manager and owner came over and cooed at the 19 years old chubby friend of mine like he's some superstar. *Shakes her head and sigh* The luxury of a rich man.

Anyway, time to move to another subject. Got kinda engrossed in it since it'd been a long time since I've went out with a big group of friends to enjoy myself.

*Ticks the activities of the past week off her fingers* Watched Charlie and the Chocolate Factory with my nieces and Suffian. It's a great show if you're just looking forward to laughing; loved the Oompa Loompa guy who looks perfectly like a mix between a Red Indian and a wrinkly, stern old lady. Johnny's fake giggle was infectious and his "Michael Jackson in his Neverland" impression in the movie tickled me.

Watched Stealth last Sat with Mel at Cathay. Loved the show too. The "A.I with emotions" tune is old but still it was intriguing to see EDI's evolution. I really suggest watching the movie if you hadn't.

Ate at Maestro after that and it got me fuming! Great food, but the service sucks. The allocated space was SO small and they just insist on squeezing the tables close together. *Grumbles* At least I did it last week so during our 3rd year anniversary next month, I'll be able to gourge myself at Marche.

Yep, it's gonna be our 3rd year anniversary on the 3rd next month! Isn't it fast? Time seriously flies. I never saw myself as a long haul girl since I have had 20 relationships before Mel.(half of them aren't serious, lah.)

Ah well, gonna go downstairs now. Mel's here and we're going to watch Wedding Crashers. K thanks bye.


There is no mistake so great as the mistake of not going on.
- William Blake

With God as my witness, I take a vow.

I, Jennifer Lim Geat Siew, hereby swear that I will steer clear of liquor for at least 2 months to prevent getting dead plastered again, which will utterly destroy my poor liver.

I also swear to take my meal and drink lots of non-alcoholic beverages before and during my drinking sessions. I will not allow myself to drink on an empty stomach again.

If in the case that I need to drink liquor, I will only drink sufficiently to get buzzed but never high or drunk again.

If I break my vow above, I shall suffer a hangover and vomit my throat raw a 100 times worse than the one I'm going thru now, which is hell by itself already.

Sincerely,
Jennifer Lim Geat Siew
08.08.2005

Now if only I can sleep and pass out 'till the urge to puke and the headache is gone...

Tickets to Charlie and The Chocolate Factory @ JP

Let's just hope I have people reading my blog some time tonight or tomorrow.

I have a pair of free tickets to Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Okay, so maybe they are not exactly free; My bf booked them on the wrong date. Wednesday at 9.35pm! Right when he's in camp preparing to sleep!

He thought he was booking for the Sunday slot so.. yea. I hate wasting money, so anyone wants to watch it with me for free, or buy the pair of tix off me for just $10? It's at the GV theatre in Jurong Point, by the way.

If worse come to worst, I'll just go watch it on my own. But I'll definitely prefer company. So find me on MSN or call me on the 98288 number if you're up to it, kay? =]