tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169621882011-04-21T17:47:13.091-07:00Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.comBlogger981100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1134315940803724672005-12-11T23:55:00.000-08:002005-12-11T17:20:50.510-08:00I have reached a wiser decision...<br />To stop blogging about dramatic tales...<br />To stop conjuring imaginary thoughts...<br />To stop dreaming about unrealistic stuff... <br />Perhaps, I shall concentrate on the real stuff...<br />Stuff that happens in reality, stuff that occurs in my walk of life.<br /><br />After my short trip, I feel refreshed, both in mind and soul...<br />I am optimistic about next year...<br />Just wonder what the new year will bring...<br />Let it be fruitful and fulfilling...<br />Let it be overflowed with blessings...<br />Let my walk with the Lord be closer...<br />Let my thoughts be in line with the Lord...<br />Let my faith be overwhelming...<br />Let the Holy Spirit be my guidance...<br />Praise the name of Jesus, Amen.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113431594080372467?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1134315349001564872005-12-11T23:25:00.000-08:002005-12-11T17:13:34.260-08:00I messaged a number of friends before I went on holiday...<br />Just to inform them I would be out of the country... and if anyone were to message me unnecessarily, good luck!!!<br />'Cuz it would be overseas charges, I presume...<br />And oops, uh oh...<br /><br />My dad, who was away for official trip in another country, sent me some messages...<br />Gary sent me at least 8 messages on the first day...<br />He was one of those that I didn't inform about my trip...<br />On the second day, he sent some more... sure die liao!!!<br />On the third day, someone gave me a call when I was in Bangkok Chinatown, enjoying my claypot sharksfin, followed by birdnest with longan...<br />On the fourth day, I messaged someone and received some replies...<br />On the fifth day midnight, I received someone's message about his safety return...<br /><br />Smsing connects people, across the roads as well as across the oceans...<br />I message to make arrangement for an outing...<br />I message to give advice for anything...<br />I message to seek advice for everything...<br />I message to kill my time when I'm outing...<br />I message to make connection with friends any moments...<br /><br />But the real thing... that I don't have the habit of saving any messages...<br />Basically, I prefer to save something tangible, something you can hold, feel and touch...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113431534900156487?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1134304758230268412005-12-11T21:30:00.000-08:002005-12-11T17:06:56.133-08:00Hiya, I'm finally back after the short break.<br />Besides being back in Singapore...<br />I'm back to the real world.<br /><br />Life will be very hectic and my schedule is fully packed with effect from 12 Dec 2005.<br /><br />I shall go on line once in a while only, if time allows. Perhaps, once in a month, six months and who knows...<br /><br />I am getting back to my lifestyle, my way of life...<br />I am getting back to my feet...<br />and I have enjoyed a great deal of freedom and liberty...<br />I have learned much, pondered much, gained much and also lost much...<br />Most importantly, I have become a teeny bit wiser...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113430475823026841?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1133881137536326832005-12-06T23:49:00.000-08:002005-12-06T07:18:36.043-08:00Blogging becomes a part of me...<br />I believe in putting down my thoughts and feelings into words, that's me...<br />'Cause I figure out, I'm better in expressing myself in written words than spoken ones,<br />for I'm so insensitive many times, that I directly or indirectly hurt someone's feelings...<br /><br />Oh dear... I am always too fast in my speech that I tend to skip the process of quality control, letting out words that may be too direct, too frank, too honest, too impolite, too rude, too ill-mannered, too blunt, too insensitive...<br /><br />Prevention is better than cure, that is the reminder. Well, it is true. A wise man advises.<br />Sure thing!!!<br /><br />Since now this will be the last post before my trip...<br />I'll take the opportunity to express my thoughts and feelings once more...<br /><br />Ah Bae, please take care of your counterparts... be friends mah...<br />Ah Yong is going for holiday tomorrow with his Anna, who knows...<br />Ah Jun, please be good friend with 'somefriend' once more... lol<br /><br />I miss everything here...<br />Please remember to think of me, by thinking, you will soon realize that you are starting to miss me too...<br />Time to go now, I really have to go now...<br />Cya till then...<br />*smile*<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113388113753632683?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1133837474255662342005-12-06T22:30:00.000-08:002005-12-06T07:25:29.823-08:00My third visit to Bangkok.<br /><br />Leaving on the 7th by SQ, that is tomorrow...<br />Returning on the 11th by SQ, that is sunday...<br /><br />This is a very short trip, but I suppose long enough for everyone to catch up...<br />Thirteen of us are leaving together this time... except my dad.<br />He will be out of town on Thursday, for his official trip...<br /><br />Well, I guess that won't make much of a difference, because I shall be having fun with my cousins...<br />*Whisper* Actually hor... when he is not around, I have more freedom lor...<br /><br />As usual, we will put up at the Swiss Arnoma, a stone throw away from the WTC...<br />Expect shopping sprees and eating binges...<br /><br />It is going to be a free and easy trip, so we have all the time to plan where we want to go...<br />The previous visit was nothing but shopping, except for a trip to the Dreams World...<br />Haizz... the Dreams World...<br /><br />Yoyo... I shall blog about this coming trip when I'm back... hahaha<br /><br />PS. Please take care of my bloggie hor, humble schoolmate =D<br />Give it some warmth by checking it out daily... *smile*<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113383747425566234?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1133777193268787502005-12-06T08:59:00.000-08:002005-12-06T01:38:42.230-08:00Last sunday, I accompanied my mom to get some groceries from the supermarket in Ginza...<br />With an empty shopping basket, she plied between the aisles, grabbing almost everything in sight...<br /><br />Then she spotted KK's mom, also doing her rounds.<br />The following conversation was literally translated from Mandarin to English.<br /><br />Gossip #1<br />My mom : Hey, how are you?<br />KK mom : Aiyah, still the same lor...<br />My mom : Don't know what to cook already, so now anyhow buy...<br />KK mom : I also lor ... my husband very fussy... KK also very fussy ...<br />My mom : Oh....that day hor, at the prize giving ceremony, KK told me you were coming... how come I didn't see you leh?<br />KK mom : Aiyah... his Gor Gor overslept lor ...so I was late liao...<br />My mom : Oh... no wonder. KK and Ada were sitting together that day... so I snapped their photo for them... did KK show you yet?<br />KK mom : He didn't show me... he everyday only know how to play com...<br />My mom : Ya lor ...Ada everyday also glued to the com ...<br /><br />I was standing beside the two aunties who were exchanging their latest gossip... savouring my cookies-n-cream ice-cream.<br /><br />Gossip #2<br />KK mom : KK very short-tempered lately...<br />My mom : Ada also the same ...<br />KK mom : KK that day borrowed a girlie DVD from Ada... and watched don't know how many times... then he said Ada wanted it back... so I didn't get to watch lor..<br />My mom : Aiyoh this girl... that day she also borrowed some VCDs from YS...<br />KK mom : KK was surprised that Ada got his number... then he found out that MH gave it to Ada...<br />My mom : These kids circulate their numbers freely... as long as I know who she is hanging out with, I let her mix around.<br />KK mom : KK that day also went for table-tennis, see movie, attend friends' birthday parties and BBQ... so may activities.<br />My mom : The kids have plenty of activities...<br />KK mom : But I don't like some girls, the very vain type, you know LR?<br />My mom : Oh, same kindergarten as Ada last time...<br />KK mom : I just don't like her lor ...<br /><br />My ice-cream was ingested, halfway digested ....<br /><br />Gossip #3<br />My mom : Don't worry about the kids, let them mix around. Ada so tomboyish, tell her to be ladylike still don't want to listen, teachers always complained she is too playful... On the Prize Giving Day, Mdm Wong complained about her being too playful during her lessons, punished liao still not scared...<br />KK mom : She not tomboy mah... KK that time got punished one time, scared liao... Ada going which school, RV ?<br />My mom : She cannot go RV because she is not interested in Chinese ... She only wants to go to English medium school...<br />KK mom : Just like that MH mah... he very good in other subjects except Chinese...KK putting NT as first choice...<br /><br />My ice-cream was fully digested ...<br /><br />Gossip #4<br />My mom : Going for holiday also?<br />KK mom : To Hong Kong this Thursday... with my eldest daughter and her husband, KK and his brother and myself... my husband needs to drive at night, so cannot go...<br />My mom : Enjoy yourself, weather should be slightly cold there, you better bring some warm clothing... then show me the photos when you return...<br />KK mom : Ok. Haizz ...that day KK must fork out $550 to pay for the bill... he overused the com and the bill chalked up...<br />My mom : Yeah ...Ada handphone SMS exceeded by 1000, I confiscate liao ...<br />Blah... blah... blah...<br /><br />It must have been two hour before the two aunties gossip marathon ended...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113377719326878750?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1133775155101680612005-12-05T15:15:00.000-08:002005-12-05T01:34:14.186-08:00Alone for a while I've been searching through the dark<br />For traces of the love you left inside my lonely heart<br />To weave by picking up the pieces that remain<br />Melodies of life - love's lost refrain<br /><br />Our paths they did cross, though I cannot say just why<br />We met, we laughed, we held on fast, and then we said goodbye<br />And who'll hear the echoes of stories never told?<br />Let them ring out loud till they unfold<br /><br />In my dearest memories, I see you reaching out to me<br />Though you're gone, I still believe that you can call out my name...<br /><br />A voice from the past, joining yours and mine<br />Adding up the layers of harmony<br />And so it goes, on and on<br />Melodies of life<br />To the sky beyond the flying birds - forever and beyond<br /><br />So far and away, see the bird as it flies by<br />Gliding through the shadows of the clouds up in the sky<br />I've laid my memories and dreams upon those wings<br />Leave them now and see what tomorrow brings<br /><br />In your dearest memories, do you remember loving me?<br />Was it fate that brought us close and now leaves me behind?<br /><br />A voice from the past, joining yours and mine<br />Adding up the layers of harmony<br />And so it goes, on and on<br />Melodies of life<br />To the sky beyond the flying birds - forever and beyond<br /><br />If I should leave this lonely world behind<br />Your voice will still remember our melody<br />Now I know we'll carry on<br />Melodies of life<br />Come circle round and grow deep in our hearts<br />as long as we remember<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113377515510168061?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1133771114539272192005-12-05T15:05:00.000-08:002005-12-05T00:25:14.796-08:00Starry, starry night<br />Paint your palette blue and grey<br />Look out on a summer's day<br />With eyes that know the darkness in my soul<br /><br />Shadows on the hills<br />Sketch the trees and the daffodils<br />Catch the breeze and the winter chills<br />In colours on the snowy linen land<br /><br />Now I understand what you tried to say to me<br />How you suffered for your sanity<br />How you tried to set them free<br />They would not listen<br />They did not know how<br />Perhaps, they'll listen now<br /><br />Starry, starry night<br />Flaming flowers that brightly blaze<br />Swirling clouds in violet haze<br />Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue<br />Colour changing hues<br />Morning field of amber grain<br />Weathered faces lined in pain<br />Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand<br /><br />For they could not love you<br />And still your love was true<br />And when no hope was left inside on that starry, starry night<br />You took your life as lovers often do<br />But I could have told you Vincent<br />This wound was never meant for one as beautiful as you<br /><br />Starry, starry night<br />Portraits hung in empty hall<br />Frameless heads on nameless walls<br />With eyes that watch the world and can't forget<br />Like the strangers that you have met<br />The ragged man in ragged clothes<br />The silver thorn of bloody rose<br />Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow<br /> <br />Now I think I know what you tried to say to me<br />How you suffered for your sanity<br />Then how you tried to set them free<br />They would not listen, they're not listening still<br />Perhaps, they never will...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113377111453927219?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1133768795663807662005-12-05T14:43:00.000-08:002005-12-04T23:56:29.626-08:00Midnight<br />Not a sound from the pavement<br />Has the moon lost her memory<br />She is smiling alone<br />In the lamplight<br />The withered leaves collect at my feet<br />And the wind begins to moan<br /><br />Memory<br />All alone in the moonlight<br />I can dream of the old days<br />Life was beautiful then<br />I remember the time I knew what happiness was<br />Let the memory live again<br /><br />Every street lamp seems to beat<br />A fatalistic warning<br />Someone mutters and the street lamp sputters<br />Soon it will be morning<br /><br />Daylight<br />I must wait for the sunrise<br />I must think of a new life and<br />I mustn't give in<br />When the dawn comes<br />Tonight will be a memory too<br />And a new day will begin<br /><br />Burnt out ends of smoky days<br />The stale cold smell of morning<br />A street lamp dies<br />Another night is over<br />Another day is dawning<br /><br />Touch me<br />It is so easy to leave me<br />All alone with the memory<br />Of my days in the sun<br />If you'll touch me<br />You'll understand what happiness is<br />Look a new day has begun<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113376879566380766?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1133767961936168042005-12-05T12:23:00.000-08:002005-12-04T23:32:41.936-08:00Once upon a time there was a tavern<br />Where we used to raise a glass or two<br />Remember how we laughed away the hours<br />And dream of all the great things we would do<br /><br />Those were the days, my friend<br />We thought they'd never end<br />We'd sing and dance forever and a day<br />We'd live the life we choose<br />We'd fight and never lose<br />For we were young and sure to have our way<br /><br />La la la la la la la la la la la la<br />Those were the days, oh yes those were the days<br /><br />Then the busy years went rushing by us<br />We lost our starry notions on the way<br />If by chance I'd see you in the tavern<br />We'd smile at one another and we'd say<br /><br />Just tonight I stood before the tavern<br />Nothing seemed the way it used to be<br />In the glass I saw a strange reflection<br />Was the lonely fellow really me?<br /><br />Through the door there came familiar laughter<br />I saw the face and heard you call my name<br />Oh, my friend, we're older but no wiser<br />For in our hearts the dreams are still the same<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113376796193616804?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1133740597711174762005-12-05T08:45:00.000-08:002006-01-12T17:35:03.590-08:00Hello stranger<br /><br />I'm absolutely amazed by your presence ...<br />It doesn't happen twice in a lifetime, I claimed.<br /><br />Telepathy... whatever you call it... is something that brought us together.<br />We were total strangers seven weeks ago... the connections between us... the amazing chance that brought us together is still marvelling my senses ...<br /><br />Strange as it might be, stranger, I feel for you in a very complicated and unexplained way.<br />Nah... not love at first sight...<br />Nah... not love at second sight...<br />Nah... not love at subsequent sights...<br /><br />Somehow, I am still attracted to you, I feel attracted to you stranger ...and I can't explain my feelings ...<br /><br />How strange, marvellously strange...<br />Your were there, dwelling in some small parts of me, separated by the spans of the oceans, the expanse of the sky...<br />Till we met that day, stranger.<br />Why should our paths be crossed and always be aligned with each other...<br /><br />Many times, when I think of you, stranger, you sms me.<br />Many times, when I think of you, stranger, you called me.<br />Many times, when I think of you, stranger, you signed in.<br />Many times, when I think of you, stranger, you appeared in my dreams.<br />It is in the seconds, that I measure, our telepathy. I am keeping count, stranger, this telepathic thingy... our strange and special connection... our special relations.<br /><br />I can't chart the percentage accurately, stranger, about this special feeling that I have for you...<br />I can't use math to calculate... not in your case, stranger.<br />This is very different from my other experiences ... not with you stranger, yours is a complete new feelings...<br /><br />I can't answer to your yes or no, stranger, because I can't use either to describe my feelings...<br />I am overwhelmed till the very moment, to be amazed by your presence...<br /><br />You are dwelling in my mind, several weeks ago...<br />You are dwelling in my heart now, several days ago...<br /><br />Stranger, you are pressing me everyday to tell you what you want to hear...<br />And I decided to tell you... last night.<br />Is that what you want to hear from me? stranger?<br />Something you have expected... something you have not...<br />It doesn't matter stranger... although I am very affected by your reaction...<br />I am so affected that it was not me talking to you last night, stranger.<br /><br />Telepathy does not last. It disappears once the communication line is cut off.<br />Stranger, it is a pity...<br />I still can't express my feelings, this totally strange and unfathom feelings for the stranger.<br />It may not be love... or it may be... I am still searching for the answer...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113374059771117476?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1133621159933668062005-12-04T22:00:00.000-08:002005-12-04T05:11:26.456-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/1600/harry.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/320/harry.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113362115993366806?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1133454529338666852005-12-04T21:00:00.000-08:002005-12-04T05:10:54.246-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/1600/hp6.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/320/hp6.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113345452933866685?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1133404461381011362005-12-04T17:21:00.000-08:002005-12-04T06:13:45.193-08:00Upon arrival at the popcorn stand, an impatient Hermoine noticed her two pals were still not in sight. Checking her digital watch, she realised that she was an hour earlier. She paced around for one minute and decided to call it a day.<br /><br />"Hello? Where are you now, Harry? I've waited for one minute already!" She barked into the receiver.<br />"Uh... I'm in the shower... AARGH... the soap suds got into my eyes... my mouth... my ears... MOMMY!!!!!" a distressed Harry shrieked.<br />Hermoine grunted and hung up.<br /><br />"Ron! Where are you now? I've waited for two minutes already! Are you on the way yet?" Hermoine spat into the mouthpiece.<br />"I'm already at the popcorn stand... I can SEE you!" Ron chuckled sinisterly.<br />She whirled around and almost crashed into Ron. He gave a wink and smiled even more sinisterly.<br /><br />Hermoine snorted, "Hmph! I waited for 180 seconds. Arghh!!! I'm gonna get my brunch first." She stormed off, with Ron tailing meekly behind.<br /><br />"Fish and chips with extra tartar sauce, Prawn fritters with lemony sauce, Caesar salad with thousand island and italian dressing, Garlicky mussels with tangerine sauce, Grilled salmon with pepperminty sauce..." Hermoine rattled her order off. Ron gasped.<br /><br />Twenty minutes later...<br />She proceeded to the Coffee Bean.<br /><br />"Three large ice-blended mocca and latte, with extra whipped cream..." Hermoine ordered for her pals.<br />"Names, please?" the counter staff implored politely.<br />"Dumbledore, Moody and Hagrid," Ron and Hermoine suppressed their laughter.<br /><br />There was a mighty blast of trumpets to announce Harry's arrival. And a red carpet was rolled out. Harry stepped out of a posh limousine...escorted by a procession of sexy socialites.<br /><br />He was dressed like a knight in shining armour...<br />Fit for his wedding banquet...<br />Standing at a staggering 1.8m, he pounced on Ron.<br /><br />Both guys wrestled.<br /><br />A bossy Hermoine snapped, "Stop fighting lah! Later we're going to miss the show again!"<br /><br />Harry dismisssed his procession of sexy socialites with a series of flying kisses...<br />As usual he strutted like a proud peacock into Sakae Sushi and ordered all the sushis available.<br />Ron shuffled lazily into Swensens and ordered all the ice-creams available.<br /><br />At the popcorn stand, the trio could not decide between sweet and salted popcorn. A gentlemanly Harry offered to buy both sweet and salted popcorn to appease his two pals.<br /><br />Ron and Hermoine were helping themselves to the gigantic tub of mixed popcorn....<br />Heaping the popcorns by the handful, the duo were laughing crazily.<br /><br />"Hurry! Eat more... He's not looking..." Ron stuffed yet another handful of popcorn into his mouth.<br />"Hmm... ugh..." Hermoine choked and gagged. *Cough* *Vomit*<br />"Are you okay, or not?" Harry queried in the most gentlemanly manner.<br />"Arrggghhhhhh... I choked on my saliva lah..." Hermoine snorted loudly.<br /><br />"I go and throw this away ah..."<br />With one hand waving some wrappers and the other hand pressing down his plunging neckline onto his chest, Harry bent over the dustbin.<br /><br />Ron and Hermoine roared like two sick maniac when they witnessed his feminine gesture.<br />"You're not a girl leh, Harry..."<br />Ron and Hermoine ROFL.<br /><br />Hermoine decided to spread the tickets out in a fan in the most dramatic manner.<br />"Pick one la," she thrust out the ticket in the most unladylike manner.<br />Harry chanted,"Expecto Metronome!" and plucked out a ticket.<br />Ron closed his eyes and groped for one.<br /><br />It was at least half an hour before the screening time when the travelling circus were comfortably seated. A frustrated Harry fidgeted and squirmed between Ron and Hermoine, grumbling that he could not stretch his fingers, his wrists, his hands, his forearms, his elbows, his uppperarms and himself.<br /><br />Hermoine's phone rang to the tune of Hedwig's theme.<br />"Hello, Victor Krum honey, I'm in the cinema now... Call you back later? Hmm? Ok, bye..." she whispered sweetly and grinned in the dark.<br /><br />Harry's phone rang to the tune of April Snow's theme.<br />"Hello, Cho Chang sweetie, I'm in the cinema now... Call you back later? Hmm? Ok, bye..."<br />he whispered sweetly and grinned in the dark.<br /><br />Ron's phone rang to the tune of Jay Chou's November Chopin.<br />"Hello, Fleur darling, I'm in the cinema now... Call you back later? Hmm? Ok, bye..."<br />he whispered sweetly and grinned in the dark.<br /><br />The movie, 'The Goblin of Fire' started. And Harry's ridiculous monologue also started.<br /><br />Monologue Part I:<br />"Your humble schoolmate is honoured to talk to the TG... He is honoured to be seated beside her... Oh. I have no permission to speak. So I shall not speak. Your humble schoolmate is just like dirt beneath your feet. Oh, I'm not even worthy to be dirt beneath your feet. I'm not worthy enough to be speaking..."<br /><br />"Shhh..." Hermoine shushed him.<br /><br />Monologue Part II:<br />"Hey, watch your manners when you're speaking to the coolest dude around here! What, what, what! Don't you give me that sort of look! I'll whack you... I will! I'm the coolest punk around this place. How rude! Don't you dare shush me again!!! Mind your language, little dude! You're really little, compared to me! I'm the BIG DUDE...!"<br /><br />"Shhhhhhhhhhhh..." Hermoine shushed him once more.<br /><br />Harry glared fiercely at his enemy. He nudged her hand off the armrest.<br />She nudged. He nudged. She nudged. He nudged.<br /><br />Hermoine, not wanting to be outdone, stood up and shoved him out of his seat.<br /><br />"OUCH!!! I NEVER HIT YOU SO HARD LEH!" Harry stood up and shoved her out of her seat too.<br /><br />Ron glanced at the feuding duo without batting an eyelid. He took a sip from Harry's mocca and his latte calmly. *Slurp* *Slurp*<br /><br />Shortly after the duel, the enemies turned good pals once more.<br /><br />"Hao leng ah... I'm very cold leh ..." Ron reached over and grasped Harry's left hand.<br />"Hao leng ah... I'm also very cold leh..." Hermoine reached over and grasped Harry's right hand.<br /><br />"AIYAH, WHAT LAR!!! FOLD YOUR ARMS LAH!!!" Harry shrugged off his pals' hands.<br /><br />It was a spectacular sight. The magical moment began. When the trio's arms were folded, the movie ended...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113340446138101136?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1133689218620805272005-12-04T05:26:00.000-08:002006-01-12T17:32:23.816-08:00Dream #5:<br /><br />I was seated comfortably in the school hall. As usual, I was pretending to read Gulliver's Travels but actually I was talking to Rachel.<br /><br />"Look... See? This CD is MINTY lend ME one... MINTY lend one leh... He got lend you or not?" Lindsay waved the GunZ CD across my face, taking care to emphasize on 'Minty'.<br /><br />I suppressed a yawn. I suppressed a second yawn.<br /><br />"Aargh... He always want to lend me one... But I borrow for what?" I gave a non-chalant shrug.<br /><br />Lindsay was staring, literally STARING, at Minty who was in another class. She was observing his every move intently.<br /><br />"Whoa... You see her STARE at him until like that... So obvious..." Rachel whispered to me.<br /><br />I glanced from Lindsay to Minty, from Minty to Lindsay and gave a loud yawn. And stretched... AARGH.... *yawn*... And SOMEONE caught my attention.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113368921862080527?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1133602964470390972005-12-03T17:33:00.000-08:002006-01-12T17:55:48.903-08:00AARGH......<br /><br />In the afternoon, YM arrived for my piano lesson. He was in a light blue shirt and jeans, with his Converse bag casually slung over his shoulder.<br /><br />His mood was pre-determined by his PDA. If it was silent throughout the lesson, he would be grouchy. If the message alerts beeped several times, his smile would grow wider by the second.<br /><br />And today, upon his arrival, his PDA let out a loud and shrill melodious alert. Doraemon's prelude. He was in a fluster to reply immediately.<br /><br />"Baby ah, see you tonight... I miss you... *muack*... Sending all my kisses to you... lol..." I caught a quick glimpse of his reply. Sneak Preview.<br />*Vomit*<br /><br />He cleared his throat and straightened a crease in his shirt that did not need to be straightened. YM reached out for my theory workbooks.<br /><br />"Uh... YM... I'm sorry, I haven't done my theory yet..." I blurted with a sheepish grin, expecting to receive a severe dressing down.<br /><br />"You didn't do?" he asked rather absent-mindedly, eyes still glued to his beeping PDA. "Never mind, never mind..."<br /><br />YM was in an exceptionally cheery mood. He must have proposed to his girlfriend last night... wow... *bliss*... And must have been accepted!<br /><br />He leafed through my Science textbooks instead of my theory workbooks.<br /><br />"Whoa... You study this hor... I last time never study one..." he mused audibly.<br /><br />He was an NUS Computer Science graduate with a forte in Math. He is an all rounder to some extent.<br /><br />"YM... Would you like to coach Ada in Maths?" my mom brought the subject up.<br /><br />I suppressed a groan. I suppressed 2 groans. I suppressed 3 groans...<br />By the time I had suppressed 75 groans, the deal was closed.<br /><br />YM would come during weekdays to tutor me in Math and on weekends for music. *GROAN*<br /><br />We proceeded to the piano and he gave me a sinister smile. He was sitting so close that I could smell his lemon minty breath and dunno-what cologne. *sneeze*<br /><br />I tried to focus on the triplets and quavers drill, 3 against 2. His sweet and faint cologne whiffed into my nose. *sneeze*<br /><br />'Eyes On Me', his favourite, was next. Haizz... I had been playing this every week for the past few weeks...<br /><br />His favourite actor must be BYJ, cuz he gave me all the scores on the Korean movies and dramas that BYJ starred in. 'Qing Ren', 'Wei Le Ni', 'Cong Kai Shi Dao Xian Zai' etc. etc. etc. from Winter Sonata.<br /><br />'Tears In Heaven' and 'Heaven Knows' were the two oldies...<br /><br />'The Heart Asks Pleasure First' from the movie The Piano followed... This one was one of YM's favourites... because hor... his ex-girlfriend introduced it to him...<br />... He even coached her how to play the piece on the piano... even though she had no music background... just to master that song! So romantic...<br /><br />This piece is also one of my mom's favourites... And she always makes me play it... *sigh* (It's not my favourite... far from it...)<br /><br />Actually hor, my parents caught this show 'The Piano', rated R21. It is about a speech impaired lady with a passion for music. She had an illegitimate daughter. Ekkkkk... She subsequently married to a husband who did not appreciate her musical talents... So she fell in love with someone who... aarghhhhh... appreciated her talents...<br />... I'm not gonna elaborate anymore... (Sick-o)<br /><br />*Tell you a secret* Actually... that actress on-screen name is also Ada... aargh...<br /><br />I asked YM for the scores for 'Wu Jin De Ai' from The Myth. I was crazy about this song... and my mom was obsessed...<br /><br />*Whisper... Shh...* If she doesn't listen to this song before bedtime, she surely cannot sleep...<br /><br />"You can actually transcribe it yourself... Like Richard Clayderman's chord style... Or you can choose a more complicated style, if you want to. For example, uh... you sing..." YM glanced at me, expecting me to break into song.<br /><br />"Jie kai wo zui shen mi de deng dai, xing xing zui luo feng zai chui dong..." I sang awkwardly.<br /><br />Following my tune, he thumped out the melody. "There like that only, simple right?"<br /><br />And he added it to my agenda. I shall have put to my limits to the test when I transribe this song... YM, if it's out of pitch... Don't blame me... I'm rather tone-deaf...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113360296447039097?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1133598043904309052005-12-03T12:10:00.000-08:002005-12-03T00:20:45.640-08:00Dream #4:<br /><br />We were lining up in the hall, ready to return to our class for lessons. Dick was in front of me. I was drinking from my navy blue Nalgene water bottle, when Dick reached over for my hand.<br /><br />Thinking that it was an accident, I tried to pull my hand away... But his grip was too firm.<br /><br />I struggled wildly, but to no avail... Last resort... I kicked him 'there'.<br /><br />During recess time, I approached Jay and confided in him. Being the true friend that he always was, he decided to confront Dick's gang, all alone!<br /><br />He was leading me by the hand to where Dick's gang was. Jay rolled up his sleeves, snorted loudly and flashed his biceps.<br /><br />"Here comes six-pec muscle man!" he boasted and swaggered towards Dick, EL, EW, PW, CY, CL, JS, SBY, KHL, WC and GK.<br /><br />I ran back to Stall 4, while they were at the far end of the canteen near the Netball Court.<br /><br />Wincing slightly, I watched in horror when Jay was bashed to bloody pulp by the eleven boys. I searched around, but couldn't find my 5 loyal friends... AARGH...<br /><br />Plucking up an inch of courage, I raced towards them to rescue the 'damsel in distress'. It was my turn to drag a greviously injured Jay from the mob.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113359804390430905?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1133596544685435642005-12-03T12:00:00.000-08:002005-12-02T23:58:34.293-08:00Dream #3:<br /><br />After watching a movie at JEC, Jay and I proceeded to the bus-stop. We were chatting animatedly, with Jay smiling occasionally.<br /><br />We were seated on the bench, still chatting.<br /><br />Out of the blue, Jay reached over and grasped my hand... *Gasp*<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113359654468543564?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1133596152566971022005-12-03T11:50:00.000-08:002005-12-02T23:49:13.653-08:00Dream #2:<br /><br />Keanu met me in the hallway and passed me a painstakingly folded note in origami paper. I accepted it, of couse, and stuffed it hastily into my pocket.<br /><br />I was still dwelling upon that love letter from him the whole day... I was recalling what was written, having re-read it several times in the girls' toilet.<br /><br />I was making yet another trip to the toilet to read the letter with my best friend, Rachel, when we were stopped by a teacher outside 5C classroom.<br /><br />After a short conversation with the teacher, an outstretched hand thrusted a crumpled and ink-smudged note directly under my chin.<br /><br />"Nah!" the owner of the hand barked rudely.<br /><br />I looked up, only to realise that it was Jay! *SCREAM*<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113359615256697102?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1133586110567022272005-12-03T11:30:00.000-08:002005-12-02T23:37:28.260-08:00Dream #1:<br /><br />Keanu was at my house for tuition. My mom was coaching him again, for the fifth time in this week. I sighed and flipped my theory workbook idly... I could not seem to make out any sense out of the squiggly notes and accidentals... At least, not when Keanu was around.<br /><br />I glanced over my shoulder at him.<br /><br />He was frowning in mock concentration... He didn't dare so much as to sneak a peek at me in my mom's presence. Haizz...<br /><br />The tuition was over. Keanu decided to hang around, as usual. As soon as my mom left to buy lunch, I whirled around and flashed a wide grin at him. He sent a fancifully folded note skidding across the table towards me and I tucked it away.<br /><br />He requested me to play the piano. I executed the Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata rather unsuccessfully... But it didn't matter. He wouldn't know how to appreciate, anyway.<br /><br />Shortly after, he left. I raced down the stairs after him... He had left something behind.<br /><br />I dashed past the playground and OMG OMG OMG!<br /><br />I spotted Jay at the playground as if he were waiting for somebody. He was checking his watch. As I passed him by, he yelled, "OI!" at me. Without so much as turning my head, I continued my marathon...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113358611056702227?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1133588354206843992005-12-02T21:03:00.000-08:002005-12-02T22:56:05.330-08:00The birds chirp sweetly, the air smells fresher than ever...and the usual gait in my walk resembles a skippity...skip!<br /><br />We had already decided to watch the movie "Aeon Flux" the night before...*cheer*<br /><br />Haizz...then at the last second, everyone proclaimed each had other commitments...<br />To sum it up : Dick and I were the only one available...<br />To make a conclusion : Outing to be cancelled...*sniff*<br /><br />Given such a situation, we could not proceed to anywhere...not just the two us...<br /><br />So I suggested that Dick to call along his crush, Joanne...<br />*Wham* *Bang* *Explosion*<br />And I received a dressing down from him ... er...not so unexpectedly...*sigh*<br />He was strange and weird...why got so upset for what...its a fact that Joanne likes him mah...<br />Worst of all...<br />I had to endure a series of teasing and blah, blah, blah....*fume*<br />I have never seen him so ...emm...overreacting...<br />and he didn't wish to call along anybody nor in a mood to go for the movie anymore...*sniff*<br />*****<br /><br />I was not in a very good mood either...<br /><br />Somebody used my blog's comment post to confess to somebody in the most mushy manner ever...<br /><br />Sweethoney...if you are reading this, please confess to "My Fren" personally via his SMS, HP, MSN or any manner possible....<br /><br />Those comments were deleted...and I was greatly privileged to witness this, though...*smile*<br />*****<br /><br />I was typing out my story which dated 22 Nov 2005 when I noticed some parallelism...in line with my current state...<br />Taking on the cue of such...I might make some alterations...if necessary.<br /><br />Hello stranger, this will be part of a christmas gift =D<br />Be blessed and be happy!!!<br />*****<br /><br />Almost past 10pm, I received some freaky SMSes from Gary...<br />Assuming he had sent to the wrong recipient... huh... cuz I didn't know what he was referring...<br />We had a funny conversation when he called me.<br />Gary was from the same class with me since P1. We are going to the same high school.<br /><br />Me : You sent to the wrong person is it? I'm Ada, you know and you're SMSing me!<br />Gary : Mei you send cuo ren!<br />Me : oh... ok ok...<br />Gary : Ni ming nian qu na li?<br />Me : NUS High! You didn't know?!<br />Gary : Then, ni you mei you na ge e-mail jiang shen me laptop de dong xi? Yao bu yao mai de?<br />Me : I don't think it's compulsory... What third language are you choosing?<br />Gary : Mei you xuan third language lah... deng kai xue zai xuan... bu zhi dao yao japanese hai shi german...<br />Me : I've chosen French. Have you bought the books yet? I bought them yesterday.<br />Gary : Hai mei you la! Wo 23rd December hai ke yi mai, dui bu dui?<br />Me : I guess so...<br />Gary : Bu yao fa le... Wo mei you free SMS liao...<br />Me : Ok, ok... I want to sleep already.<br />Gary : Da gei wo, bu yao fa SMS...<br />Me : Bye Bye<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113358835420684399?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1133489941198583712005-12-02T06:09:00.000-08:002005-12-01T18:19:01.243-08:00Text : Placide Clappeau (1847)<br />Music : Adolph C. Adam (1803-1856)<br /><br />O holy night, the stars are brightly shining<br />It is the night of our dear Saviour's birth<br />Long lay the world in sin and error pining<br />Till he appeared and the soul felt its worth<br /><br />A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices<br />For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn<br /><br />Fall on your knees<br />O hear the angel voices<br />O night divine<br />O night when Christ was born<br />O night divine<br />O night, O night divine<br /><br />Truly he taught us to love one another<br />His law is love and His gospel is peace<br />Chains shall He break for the slave is our brother<br />And in His name all oppression shall cease<br /><br />Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raising<br />Let every heart adore His holy name<br /><br />Christ is the Lord<br />O praise His name forever<br />His power and glory evermore proclaim<br />His power and glory evermore proclaim<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113348994119858371?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1133403375413302312005-12-01T10:05:00.000-08:002005-11-30T18:46:15.546-08:00Deadlines...<br />More Deadlines....<br />Many More Deadlines.....<br /><br />Emails...<br />More Emails....<br />Many More Emails.....<br /><br />Replies...<br />More Replies....<br />Many More Replies.....<br /><br />I have to reply to the 3rd language modules before the deadline...<br />*Confused*<br />I have to reply to the 2nd language option before the deadline...<br />*Sigh*<br /><br />I received emails regarding :<br /><br />1. Matriculation Programme for New Students (YR1) *Smile*<br />2. Acceleration of Math Modules and Math Module MA1101 *Gasp*<br />3. 2nd Language Option *Sigh*<br />4. Booklist &amp; Uniforms *Faint*<br />5. Sales of Pdas and Laptops *Cheer*<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113340337541330231?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1133485251235429822005-12-01T10:02:00.000-08:002005-12-01T17:07:41.796-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/1600/Laputa1.0.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/320/Laputa1.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113348525123542982?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1133402792211763762005-12-01T10:00:00.000-08:002005-11-30T18:06:32.800-08:00Quotation:<br /><br />Little drops of water, little grains of sand,<br />Make the mighty ocean, and the pleasant land.<br />So the little minutes, humble though they be,<br />Make the mighty ages of eternity.<br />Little deeds of kindness, little words of love,<br />Help to make earth happy, like Heaven up above<br /><br />Happiness is not perfected until it is shared...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113340279221176376?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1133319436522210342005-11-30T09:50:00.000-08:002005-11-30T01:53:51.436-08:00Aaaarghhh...my world turns topsy-turvy...<br />*Yawn* I woke up at 12pm...and I was still very sleepy...very tired...and my mind was just like nothing...nothing in the blanks...<br />Haizz...I dreamt too many dreams...cuz... I thought too much thoughts...haizzz<br />When my piano teacher arrived far too early, aargh...I was still in the shower......<br />He waited for 20 mins, I guess...oops sorry YM...<br />*Whisper* I've kept him waiting for many, many lessons because I think his watch is half an hour way too fast ...oops sorry again YM...<br />Haizz...as the lesson proceeded to "Heaven Knows"...my mind proceeded to "Wu jin de ai"=P<br /><br />".... May - be my love ---- will come back----some-day-------On - ly hea -ven knows<br />And may - be our hearts-----will find-----a way------ On - ly hea - ven knows------<br />And all I can do----is-----hope and pray...." YM was crooning and playing the piano beside me....serenading his love for an imaginary Nancy....not me hor..<br /><br />I shifted, only to adjust myself into a more comfortable position, and gave a YAWN...<br />My mind and my fingers could not coordinate... I thumped a few pieces on the piano according to his instructions...listened to his great voice according to his instructions....and yawn several times according to nobody's instructions...<br /><br />YM was in a terribly good mood...I know because he was smiling and joking throughout the lessons...he was pleased with his girlfriend, I guess...and also pleased with himself, I concluded.<br /><br />The theory lesson was yawning all the way....oohhh sorry YM !!<br /><br />******<br /><br />I blogged a huge load of rubbish, a large heap of nonsense and a tremendous pile of sh*t...<br />Afternoon was extremely boring and the time was so draggy.....<br />I was supposed to return some vcds to Ah Jun... and the weather was...wait...I check ah...<br /><br />*Thunderclap* *Thunder rumbles*<br />Haizz...rain started to pour on a very Sunny day.Waaaaaaahhhhh!!!<br /><br />That time :<br />I remembered that time when we arranged to pass the vcds.....<br />hmmm.....the weather was bright and sunny too....the strange thing happened...after the appointment had been fixed...the unexpected rain started to pour....<br />And so the weather was monitored....till the sun assumed its duty again, then we met up....<br />I was late or my watch was late....heh....<br />Poor Ah Jun *Fuming* was forced to wait for the (VUP) Very Unimportant People..... lol<br /><br />This time :<br />Haizz...this time leh...the sudden rain poured on a sunny afternoon after the appointment had been fixed again...<br />Once the rain stopped, we met up...only this time, I still kept Ah Jun *Fuming liao* waiting again.....<br /><br />Please don't fume and scold me hor, Ah Jun...because my 5 house clocks, my 12 watches, my grandfather and grandmother clocks...all went haywire liao...and so I could not tell the time accurately mah......lol<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113331943652221034?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1133249074422822812005-11-29T15:23:00.000-08:002005-11-29T18:35:09.183-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/1600/4%20brothers.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/320/4%20brothers.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113324907442282281?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1133193968033355872005-11-29T00:05:00.000-08:002005-11-30T01:56:59.123-08:00Yo Guyz ...<br /><br />I'm looking to clear my head and change my focus ... been thinking of these people ... and starting to feel the loss ... I'm gonna leave them in print here (still writing) ... to screen (when published)<br /><br /><br />Gor Gor aka Big Brother<br />Yoyo, you made it big eh ... into this post ... huh =P<br />Hmm ... you're the perfect fusion of ****** and ******* (six and seven stars)<br />and well ... don't act up again, dude ... my advice ... stay cool ... be nice :D<br />That's nice, bro ... oh yeah ... what are you thinking ?<br />A twist in the tale ... lol !!!<br />Waaa ... put away that 6 packs thingies ... don't train too hard hor ... cuz someone<br />haizz ... might feel the strain ... hehehe<br />Always be nice and sweet hor ... =P<br />Rating : 11 stars/10<br /><br /><br />Seth aka Ah Bae<br />Hey hey Ah Bae ... and you finally made to the screen too !!!<br />Really jealous of you ... so popular until dunno like wat =D<br />Thanks to your handsome face ... your dashing charm ... your killing smile eh ....<br />oooooh ... don't ... don't explode ... learn the art of tolerance ... lol<br />Yeah yeah ... learn to manage your time, man !!! cuz I understand your problems ...<br />TOO MANY GALS, TOO LITTLE TIME<br />Nonono ... this isn't crap ... nor rubbish ... nor stinky load of you know what ...<br />Priority is the answer ... don't swear ... nor curse ... not again ...... NO !!!<br />Wat Wat Wat !!!<br />Rating : 8 stars/10<br /><br /><br />Ben aka Ah Yong<br />Hi Ben ... guess you should be feeling better by now ... change history dude,<br />remake your choice ... haizz ... but some thing is just meant to be ... haizz<br />Think of her ... occasionally ... don't be too harsh upon yourself ...<br />New life ahead eh ... new focus ... you have great friends ... call your bros ...<br />they are there for you ... join them ... these people are lucky ...<br />Haizz ... if you need to talk, anytime dude ... :D<br />*Whisper* but my sms overloaded already ...<br />My mom and also my ****** not very happy liao ... haizz<br />Rating : 8 stars/10<br /><br /><br />Juno aka Ah Jun<br />Hi Hi Hi-Chew ... heh ... cola flavour from seven-eleven but I prefer ... hehehe<br />Shaman King hor ... very nice and funny ... thanks to your vol 5 =P<br />Oops and oops, I love Manta !!!!!!!<br />Soooo Ccccuuuute !!!!!<br />Very Cccuuuuute ..... eeekkkkkkk ....<br />Don't ...don't ...don't ever bring up Dayang and Yuanyuan's game...sick leh!!!<br />Manta very Cccuuuuuuuuute !!!!!<br />lol ... lol ... lol<br />Ermm ... don't hor, go ask the magicball about my stuff ......<br />Rating : 8 stars/10<br /><br /><br />Seiji<br />Well ... I understand that ... hmm ... haizz<br />So you are going to top school ... congrats ...<br />Ermm ... how could you say you are lonely ????<br />She'll be there too ...... just across the road only ...... =D<br />Anyway ... all the best ...<br />Rating : 5 stars /10<br /><br /><br />Hideki aka Hayden<br />Hello ... hmm ... how's your Joanne?<br />Nonono ... don't glare at me ... STOP IT !!!!<br />Don't give me that look again, I warn you one more time<br />or else I won't talk to YOU ... say sorry ... ok accepted .....<br />GOOD BOY and don't you call me GOOD GIRL la!!!<br />I know you since P2 ... in fact ... we were in the same class for 3 years ...<br />hmm ... hmm ... Joanne likes you, I can tell ...<br />Well ... why not go and get to know her better ???<br />You might not know she could be a gem too ...<br />And I admire your courage to confess .... really Appreciate !!!!!!!<br />Rating : 7 stars /10<br /><br /><br />Ethan aka Tom<br />Hi ... talk to you on the phone that day ... haizz ...<br />You sounded surprise to receive my call ....<br />Not very happy with your results ... I guess ...<br />Just realize that we have nothing more to talk that day ...<br />That awkward silence ... haizz ....<br />Rating : 5 stars / 10<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113319396803335587?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1133231800798846912005-11-28T18:35:00.000-08:002005-11-29T18:22:52.343-08:00The time has come ...<br /><br />Case Study : 1<br />Zarina : He so stupid lor ... missed by more than 10 pts leh ... how to join me in the new school? haizz ... actually, I don't mind joining him in Nanny Institute ... but you see hor ...<br />my parents think my results too good for Nanny Institute ... so I have to go to Riverbank Institute ... so sianzzz liao la ... why he so stupid lor ...<br /><br />Jerkin : Haizz .... haizz .... haizz .... why I so stupid lor .... haizz .... haizz .... surely cannot see her every day liao ... she so pretty ... later go to Riverbank Institute ... surely got guys zui ... now I die liao ...<br /><br />Case Study : 2<br />Jingla : Eh ... I tell you ... you know what ... I'm smiling now, you know ... my crush going to the same school as me leh ... finally ... lucky he is only 1 pt away from my score ... very matching right ... hmmm ... muack !!!<br /><br />Chongyi : Wow ... wow ... slow down ... I don't know you crush on me hor ... take your time mah ... I'm not ready ... ahem ... let me prepare myself first ... you say you like me ah ... since when ah ... how come I don't sense it ... oh ... last minute one izzit ? ... ok lar =D<br /><br />Case Study : 3<br />Salmon : You hor ... very bad one ... I missed you so much ... but you never call ...<br />the overseas call to China also not very expensive what ... so stingy for what ... I know you everyday conference talk with the girls ... sms until bao zha right ... you very what ...<br />You hold my hand and promise not to let go liao ... now what ????<br />I'm jealous when you hang around the girls you know ??? especially the very SMART one!!!<br />When I'm away ... I know you almost like someone right ???<br />Now I give you my two hands ... You better promise to apply for boy school ... the Handsome Institute ... then I apply Pretty Institute so we are just across the road ...<br /><br />Energy : Hey look, I have the look hor ... I have brains also ... I don't have height ...<br />also no big deal ... you are a head taller than me now ... can stop growing or not ... I feel very embarrass wat !!! How can my girl taller than me ... but darling ah ... don't be angry liao ... the very SMART one hor ... I no chance one ... because she too smart liao ... I play play only lor ...<br />Next year hor ... I meet you after school everyday ok? ... then we take the same bus home everyday also no problem ... your school and my school just opposite .... muack!!!<br /><br />Case Study : 4<br />Benny : Haizz .... haizz .... haizz ............<br />Now cannot see her liao ... cannot sms her liao .... why she never reply one ... She hates me for what ??? I only tell her I love her mah ... kill myself to write a love poem for her birthday ...<br />why she so upset for what ... now she also blocked me on msn liao ...<br />I want to die now ... she doesn't want to sms me lor but sms my bestfriend until bao zha ... what is this ... so unfair ... I need justice ... don't tell me hor ... she likes him long long ago liao ...<br />I jump floor this time ... go to 18th level ... but you see la ... this girl show up and counsel me leh ... she very SMART one but not proud lor ... never look down on me lor ... I sms her until bao zha liao ... but hor ... I think she doesn't like me mah ... aiyah ... I also nevermind now...<br /><br />Jolly : You hor ... stupid idiot ... gave me the stupid poem for what ??? Please ah ... I'm not interested in you ... go look into the mirror first ... so skinny until like what ... no looks and no brains some more ... ehhhh .... I'm very pretty one you know right!!!! Now and now ... don't bother me anymore ... sms or msn ... stop bothering me I TELL YOU and don't let me see your face again if not .... I sms your bestfriend all the more because ok ... I tell you now ... I crush on him long long long time liao !!! SLAP<br /><br />Case Study : 5<br />Shan Yu : Haizz ... haizz ..... haizz .........<br />I've been sighing since Nov 24th ...<br />OMG....OMG....OMG....<br />Why am I sighing ?????<br />This time ... fate has been so cruel to me ... haizz ... Why? Why? Why?<br />I am very luan, very very luan liao .... why must she be the top leh?????????<br />Why can't she be the bottom ah?????????????<br />Or maybe ..... be at my level lor ......<br />*Suppressed Thoughts* I like her mah .... also cannot meh ....<br />Now I very jealous liao .... very very jealous for all you know la ....<br />Surely next year got many guys zui until dunno like what ...<br />Better strike when the iron is very hot now .... if not hor ... I die liao ....<br />*Clear throat Loudly* I better call her now .... before that stupid idiot sms her for the 100th time again ... if my plan is free 1000sms , I surely send her 10 messages every second ....<br />*Suppressed Thoughts* haizz ... what if she rejects ... then I lose face liao ... then my turn to jump floor after Benny ... hey Benny .... wait for me ah ....<br /><br />Mulan : Haizz ... haizz .... haizz ..........<br />I've been sighing since Nov 24th ...<br />OMG....OMG....OMG....<br />Why am I sighing?????<br />SOMEONE thinking of me ......<br />I just sense it ... I just sense it again .... and I'm sensing it NOW!!!<br />My TELEPATHY is acting up again !!!!!<br />*Suppressed Thoughts* It never happens twice in a lifetime ....<br />Why? Why? Why?<br />Why fate is so cruel to me too ........ why can't I be the bottom ah ...<br />Or maybe ...<br />Now I very luan too ..... so luan until dunno know like what la ......<br />Haizz ... ok lor ... I act dumb .... I act stupid .... I don't act smart liao ...<br />Surely nobody zui ... nobody cares ... then I will be left on the shelf ......<br />*Clear throat Loudly* Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!!!!!!!!<br />Please leh .... don't be so cruel .... I don't want to be left on the shelf to collect dust leh...<br />Hey Shan Yu, if you jump , I also jump !!!!!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113323180079884691?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1133227821182260492005-11-28T17:29:00.000-08:002005-11-28T18:26:13.360-08:00Everyone agrees it is kind of sad to say goodbye...<br />Representing the majority ... well ... goodbye means ... farewell???<br />We've promised to catch up in the near future if everything allows ...<br />The very real emotional journey in growing up, in grasping the aspects of farewells ...<br /><br />The reason for these mixed feelings, melancholy ... could it be, perhaps, we know that sooner or later, we might forget each other by and by .... bye bye !!!<br /><br />I will remember my friends if they remember me ... hmmm ... those worthy ones =P<br />The greatest challenge lies in how to keep them, keep them in your mind or in your heart ???<br /><br />Out of sight means out of mind ....<br />Absence makes the heart grows fonder ....<br /><br />I guess the former applies to someone ordinary, just like an acquaintance ...<br />The latter ... is rather more complex ... as in the missing of someone special ... just like an enlarging tumour that gnaws away ... until you mend it ... treat it and do something about it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113322782118226049?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1133108269956484852005-11-28T08:07:00.000-08:002005-11-27T21:07:53.873-08:00Male :<br /><br />Jie kai wo zui shen mi de deng dai (Rescue me from my mysterious waiting)<br />Xing xing zui luo feng zai chui dong (Stars falling and wind blowing)<br />Zhong yu zai jiang ni yong ru huai zhong (Finally being able to embrace you)<br />Liang ke xin chan dou (Two hearts trembling)<br /><br />Xiang xin wo bu bian de zhen xin (Believe my unchanging sincerity)<br />Qian nian deng dai you wo cheng nuo (You have my promise for a thousand years)<br />Wu lun jing guo duo shao de han dong (Regardless the cold and harsh winters)<br />Wo jue bu fang shou (I wouldn't let go)<br /><br />Female : (Refrain) in korean<br /><br />Bi shang yan jing xian zai qing ni jin wo wo de shuang shou (Close your eyes now and hold my hands)<br />Ni hui xiang qi guo qu wo men xiang ai de ri zi (You would recall our loving moments)<br />Yin wei wo men tai ai de tong ku jiu geng duo (The more we love each other, the more painful it is)<br />Jiu lian ai ni zhe liang ge zi dou shuo bu chu kou (Unable to express my love for you)<br /><br />Male :<br /><br />Mei yi ye bei xin tong chuan yue (Heartaching every night)<br />Si nian yong mei you zhong dian (Forever missing you)<br />Zao xi guan le gu du xiang sui (Being used to solitude)<br />Wo wei xiao mian dui (Face it with a smile)<br /><br />Xiang xin wo ni xuan zhe deng dai (We choose to wait)<br />Zai duo tong ku ye bu shan shuo (Would not evade)<br />Zhi you ni de wen rou neng jie jiu (Only your gentleness can relieve)<br />Wu bian de leng mo (The harsh and bitter cold)<br /><br />(Refrain)<br /><br />Both :<br /><br />Rang ai cheng wei ni wo xin zhong (Let the love become ours)<br />Na yong yuan sheng kai de hua (The flower that blooms forever)<br />Chuan yue shi kong jue bu di tou (Undaunted by the space of time)<br />Yong bu fang qi de meng (The dream that is held on)<br /><br />Wei you zhen ai zui sui ni wo (Only the true love between us)<br />Chuan yue wu jing shi kong (Travel through the space)<br />Zao zao mu mu zhi zhuo shou hu (Guarding it day and night)<br />Ni wo de shen hua (Our myth)<br /><br />Male :<br /><br />Ai shi xin zhong wei yi bu bian mei li de shen hua (Love is the only unchanging myth)<br /><br /><br />This chinese and korean duet is so enchanting that I'm obsessed by now ...<br />I translated the chinese lyrics to hanyu pinyin ...<br />The english translation by me is ... not satisfactory yet ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113310826995648485?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1133067412810649372005-11-27T15:50:00.000-08:002005-11-27T08:03:48.976-08:00I have stomach flu ... and I missed my sunday school in the morning. I was missing out the graduation ceremony as well...<br /><br />The second blow was missing out the field trip in the afternoon ... haizz ... missing field trip means missing Matthew ... haizz<br /><br />Starting from next week , I will be joining the Youth Group (13 - 18 yrs) for worship services ...<br />Pastor Jeremy Witherow will be the preacher ... heheh<br /><br />Well ... I definitely look forward to join the grown-uppish class ...<br />and to act more grown-uppish ... cool heh...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113306741281064937?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1133106451554384332005-11-26T07:43:00.000-08:002005-11-27T07:47:31.556-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/1600/music.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/320/music.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113310645155438433?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1132900478493544402005-11-26T07:05:00.000-08:002005-11-27T07:42:33.733-08:00Haizz ... I guess if I could reformat my mind, perhaps I could have a choice of storing and sieving out the desired information only, or even perhaps ... manned the time machine and travelled back in time to alter history ...<br /><br />As I was practising on the piano, the fingers were tinkling out CHOPIN's waltzes, my mind was actually playing the Melodies of Life, the game theme, my mouth humming the Endless Love from the movie The Myth...<br /><br />My piano teacher (YM) had been heaping me on plenty of love pieces, sentimental hits, romantic stuff as such after my music exams ...<br /><br />YM is madly in love with Nancy ...and the power of love is so great that I could virtually tell he is overwhelmed ... and I'm waiting for their wedding bells to ring ...<br /><br />I believe sentiments and mood ... are contagious, as in this case, my piano teacher's mood for love ... the lovey dovey stuff.<br /><br />When his handphone message tone went off during my lesson, you could actually tell he was so flustered that he didn't know what he was teaching ... his heart and mind travelled through that gadget and into someone else ...<br /><br />" ... so your rhythm and fingering," the eloquent speaker turned stutterer ...<br />" ... ah ...the... dynamics ...er ..." there you see, he continued incoherently ...<br /><br />My observation ... his eyes were on his PDA, his mind was with his love interest, his heart was with the cupid ...<br /><br />YM, is 14 years older... a NUS Computer Science graduate, speaks French... teaches piano... eloquent and articulate ... an avid blogger ... civilised and well-mannered ... possesses a great passion in music ... composes and sings...<br /><br />He has indeed greatly influenced me ... in the field of music ... most pieces he introduced and taught became my favourites ... and we played duets on the piano too.<br /><br />"The Phantom of the Opera" musical by Andrew Lloyd Webber, "The Heart asks Pleasure First" by Michael Nyman," Melodies of Life" and "Eyes on Me" from the Final Fantasy, "Tong Hua" by Guang Liang, whereby he rearranged specially for Nancy, "Winter Sonata" Korean drama theme, "Richard Clayderman" signature pieces, oldies, especially the very lovey ones ... haizz ... the whole bookcase for my music stuff was crammed with his favourites ... which soon turned my favourites too ...<br /><br />Stephanie once mused: Hey, you know, if a guy can play the piano hor ...<br />I mean the piano, just like Jay Chou, and can compose his own songs ... and then also got a great voice ... I will definitely swoon ... I have this absurd feeling for guys that play the piano and sings and ...<br /><br />Stephanie has no music background ...cuz her parents think music is unimportant.<br /><br />I mused : Come on ... Steph ... just pretend I'm that guy ... I can play your favourite pieces on the piano, you name them and we sing duets lar...<br /><br />The piano has been integrated into my life since I was 3 ... and as I grow older, I realize I can't live without my MP3, my music cds, my musical dvds, my music scores, my Digital Clavinova, my Classical Piano ... music lessons and my ten fingers.<br /><br />"Music heals your soul ..." YM once mentioned ...<br /><br />Singing in my school choir for 5 years ... and the school choir members had taken part in the Singapore Youth Festival Choir Competition twice, had an exchange programme with the Singapore Japanese Association etc ...<br /><br />Singing and worshipping in church, singing praises with everyone to our Almighty God every Sunday ...<br /><br />Music comes in all media, my life would have been dull ... if I'm not given these opportunities to be exposed in the different fields of music ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113290047849354440?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1132919646000312202005-11-25T20:32:00.000-08:002005-11-25T04:01:49.246-08:00Think of me, think of me, fondly, when we've said goodbye.<br />Remember me once in a while - please promise me you'll try.<br />When you find that, once again, you long to take your heart back and be free -<br />If you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me ...<br /><br />We never said our love was evergreen, or as unchanging as the sea -<br />but if you can still remember me, stop and think of me ...<br /><br />Think of all the things we've shared and seen -<br />don't think about the things which might have been ...<br /><br />Think of me, think of me waking, silent and resigned.<br />Imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my mind.<br />Recall those days, look back on all those times,<br />think of the things we'll never do -<br />there will never be a day, when I won't think of you ...<br /><br />We never said our love was evergreen or as unchanging as the sea -<br />but please promise me, that sometimes, you will think of me!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113291964600031220?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1132921292788373852005-11-25T04:05:00.000-08:002005-11-26T21:03:53.026-08:00Raoul :<br /><br />No more talk of darkness, forget these wide-eyed fears.<br />I'm here, nothing can harm you - my words will warm and calm you.<br /><br />Let me be your freedom, let daylight dry your tears,<br />I'm here, with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you...<br /><br />Christine :<br /><br />Say you love me every waking moment,<br />turn my head with talk of summertime...<br />Say you need me with you, now and always...<br />promise me that all you say is true -<br />that's all I ask of you...<br /><br />Raoul :<br /><br />Let me be your shelter, let me be your light.<br />You're safe, on one will find you -<br />your fears are far behind you...<br /><br />Christine :<br /><br />All I want is freedom, a world with no more night...<br />and you, always beside me, to hold me and to hide me...<br /><br />Raoul :<br /><br />Then say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime...<br />Let me lead you from your solitude...<br />Say you need me with you here, beside you...<br />Anyway you go, let me go too -<br />Christine, that's all I ask of you...<br /><br />Christine :<br /><br />Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime...<br />Say the word and I will follow you...<br /><br />Both :<br /><br />Share each day with me,<br />each night, each morning...<br /><br />Christine :<br /><br />Say you love me...<br /><br />Raoul :<br /><br />You know I do...<br /><br />Both :<br /><br />Love me - that's all I ask of you...<br />Anywhere you go let me go too...<br />Love me - that's all I ask of you...<br /><br />Phantom :<br /><br />I gave you my music...<br />made your song take wing...<br />and now, how you've repaid me:<br />denied me and betrayed me...<br />He was bound to love you<br />when he heard you sing...<br /><br />Christine...<br />Christine...<br /><br />Raoul/Christine :<br /><br />Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime...<br />Say the word and I will follow you...<br />Share each day with me, each night, each morning...<br /><br />Phantom :<br /><br />You will curse the day<br />You did not do<br />All that the Phantom asked of you...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113292129278837385?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1132875808398079212005-11-24T15:30:00.000-08:002006-01-11T06:01:30.926-08:00The D-day is here. Aargh .....<br /><br />I arrived on the dot ... deliberately... so that I could keep the waiting short ...<br />The torturous and tormenting anxiety cum stress had taken a toll on me and I had been losing sleep since one month ago ...<br /><br />I shuffled my way to my seating position ... everyone was already there. I plonked down beside Arvin ... and he flashed a nervous smile. My sitting position was so strategically placed... such that I was actually looking at Mr Leong, the principal, eye to eye.<br />Okay ... my index no. is 1, so I sat at the VIP seat in front, directly facing Mr Leong.<br /><br />"......................................" The state of my mind then.<br />"......................................" The state of my mind now.<br /><br />"... the top pupil this year in 2005 ......" Mr Leong blasted into the microphone ...<br />"... everyone want to know who? " Mr Leong glanced at me.<br />"... scored an aggregate of 272 with all A stars ... is ADA NGO !!!"<br /><br />I heard applause and I heard murmurs and after that I heard ...<br />"Ada, please stand, so everyone can see you ..." Mr Leong prompted.<br /><br />I'm dreaming... I'm hallucinating ... I'm fainting ... Oh... Praise the LORD ...<br /><br />I couldn't recall anymore details cuz ... I guess I got a memory lapse for a while ...<br />I vaguely remembered my picture was taken from all angles ...<br /><br />Then all the teachers came and congratulated me ... heh ... I couldn't figure out how many hands I had shaken and how many thank you I had mumbled and how many photographs I had taken and how may smiles I had flashed.<br /><br />I was very pleased with the score of 272 because the highest in the nation is 282 and the lowest is 86. I couldn't ask for more because on my oral papers for both English and Chinese, I contracted bronchitis ...was sick for 2 weeks ... and then my asthma acted up ... *coughing every second and every minute*<br />I was rushed to the school for the exam that morning ... was rushed to the hospital right after that for x-rays ... was pumped with a cocktail of medicine and inhalers etc etc etc ...<br />all at the wrong time ... haizz<br /><br />The next blow came in less than a second, maybe ...<br /><br />"You are accepted by the NUS High School of Math and Science ... through Direct School Admission ... sign the document and return as soon as possible ..." Someone's voice ... I guess ... cuz ... my mind ... my hands ... my feet ... my eyes ... my ears ... my mouth ... weren't there anymore.<br /><br />I was sort of ... in a very dreamy state ... and I could only discern figures flitting and drifting around me ... just like in a dream or perhaps ... a nightmare where you lost control of your physical being ... you just wanted to utter something but you couldn't ... you wanted to move your limbs but you were fettered ... in a sort of spell ...<br /><br />NUS High School of Math and Science only offers a measly 150 places for next year intake. I have gathered most schools would have about 400-500 places each next year for enrolment ...<br /><br />My hands literally trembled as I held the precious document ... trembling like a Parkinson's patient ... and for the first time, my words failed...<br /><br />"...a...e...i...o...u..." some nonsensical gibberish ... I stuttered.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113287580839807921?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1132674118838927502005-11-23T11:45:00.000-08:002005-11-23T01:41:39.303-08:00"Squall, please don't reject me again..., I am very tong ku already ... please say you will accept me as your girlfriend, please, I beg you on my knees, and don't be so heartless ..."<br />*Sob* *Sniff* *Sob*<br /><br />Haizz, it was my ridiculous nightmare again. This was the 3rd time in a week. I had been dreaming of Squall so often, or perhaps had been thinking of him so often, that I could not tell between the two.<br /><br />I resumed my sleep. Snore. Snore. Snore.<br /><br />"Ah girl ah! 7.30am liao!" my hard of hearing grandma blasted into my ear.<br /><br />I woke with a start and realized that I had to be in school and be seated by 7.45am. It was the prize giving day and I was a prize recipient ...<br />Without wasting any seconds, I changed into my crumpled school uniform without taking any shower, washing my face, brushing my teeth and combing my hair. I put on my pair of very muddy school shoes and headed for the bus-stop.<br /><br />My stomach was growling and I was famished... Sigh. Oh no, without breakfast, I might faint during the ceremony, maybe it would be a blessing if I fainted into someone's arms ...<br /><br />The minute I stepped into the Hall, I was overwhelmed by the multitude, the glamour, the excitement as well as ... seriously, my hunger ...<br />I manoeuvred my way, almost losing my sense of direction, to a row of empty seats...<br /><br />"Hey," Ben greeted.<br />"You so early ah..." I slumped down beside him, rather weakly, weak from hunger.<br />"What are you receiving?" he smiled.<br />"Haizz ... Best in blogging lor ..." I stifled half a yawn, and stretched myself ...aargh!<br />"Then you leh ..." I implored quizzically.<br />"I'm taking the Best in Conduct." Ben stretched too ...aargh...aargh!<br />"Ben, wake me up if my turn arrives ..." I closed my eyes, drifting into my sweet sweet dream... and dream of someday, my prince will come ...<br />"ARIEL" Ben nudged me so hard that I was startled out of my reverie ....aiyoh...<br />"What lar!" I snorted.<br />"Seth is here liao." He pointed to somewhere, not so sure where, as I was still dreamy...<br />"The top boy leh ..." Ben's face lit up.<br />"Haizz ..." I was looking at the top boy, when someone else caught my attention.<br />"He is so handsome hor..." Ben admired, craning his neck to get a better view.<br />"Haizz ..." I yawned loudly and tried to suppress an audible snort.<br /><br />"Look at the top boy... I wish he is my BF..." someone whispered audibly.<br />"So handsome until dunno like what lor ..." someone praised audibly.<br />"Ask for his handphone number lah ..." someone craved audibly.<br />"Ask for his home address lah ... " someone yearned audibly.<br />"Ay... quick look now... he is so shuai ..." someone shouted audibly.<br />" Aiyah ... don't block me lar... I can't see him liao ..." someone grumbled audibly.<br />"Ya lor ... I also cannot see his whole handsome face already, you move back can?" someone quarrelled audibly.<br />"Ay ... he is not yours okay?" someone raised her agitated voice audibly.<br />"Look ... he is not yours too okay?" someone raised her angry voice audibly.<br />"Shut up lar ... he may be mine one day okay?" someone raised her fist obviously.<br />"You shut up your big mouth lar ... I'll make sure he will be mine okay?" someone stood up angrily obviously .<br /><br />Then at least all the girls, the prize recipients, except me hor, stood up in the most defiant manner, almost ready to challenge one another in the arena, oops sorry, I mean the Hall.<br /><br />"I want the gladiator ... I want the gladiator ... I want the gladiator ..." Every girl chanted unanimously.<br /><br />Seth appeared very composed despite the attention he was receiving. He gave a heart warming smile to himself.<br /><br />"Ben, he is so popular... don't know what he does to attract all the girls attention?" I cast a glance at Seth, very much amazed by the power of his charm ...<br />"Wish I'm as popular ..." I was kinda talking to myself now ...<br />"Later must interview him, if he allows, then I can post it for today's entry..." I was sorta talking to myself now ...<br />"But he doesn't even know who I am ... Haizz ... then how to approach him?" I was obviously talking to myself now ...<br /><br />"Ariel, quick bend down ah ..." Ben shoved my head in the most ungentlemanly manner, and he ducked under his seats.<br />"What lar ... you..." Before I could finish that sentence, Ben had already dragged me under the seats.<br />"Emm... that one, that one his father ... top boy's father taking his video and photo ... you so ugly ... better don't get caught in the picture ... later hor ... he might sue you ..." Ben whispered the most unkind remarks into my ears.<br />"Then you think you very handsome ah ... skinny until dunno like what ..." I whispered the most impolite remarks into his ears.<br /><br />"SILENCE!!! PLEASE GET BACK TO YOUR SEATS." The compere barked into the microphone, to appease the agitated fans of the top boy.<br /><br />"Top in the whole level for Primary 6 and Best in all subjects, is Seth LJY again!!!" Every girl cheered and whistled. This time hor, I also cheered and whistled. I stole many glances at the top boy and also secretly snapped three photographs of him from my handphone camera.<br /><br />At 10.30am, we were dismissed. I jostled my way to where the top boy was ... aargh ... and realized that every girl was also jostling towards his direction...<br /><br />"Please, Seth, I would like to have your autograph ... please sign on my palm can ?" A pretty girl chirped into his ears.<br />"Please, Seth, I would like to have your autograph ... please sign on my arm can?" A sexy girl chirped into his ears.<br />"Please, Seth, I would like to have your autograph ... please sign on my feet can?" A gorgeous girl chirped into his ears.<br /><br />"Please, Seth, I would like to have your autograph ... please sign on my autograph book can?" I chirped into his ears.<br />He gave me a smile and a wink before reaching out for my autograph book.<br />*BANG*<br />*PIANG*<br />*CRASH*<br /><br />My ordinary life was shattered, was plunged into chaos, when I fainted into Seth's arms, weak from hunger...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113267411883892750?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1132648308608013012005-11-22T00:14:00.000-08:002005-11-22T07:33:20.016-08:00The seven- coloured rainbow is completed, with the missing colour added to its splendour.<br /><br />I couldn't remember which morning, anyway, we visited the Yang Ming Shan. It was nothing but mist so we descended after a 2 hours drive. It was a wasted trip because time had been wasted, my breakfast was also wasted lor... 'cuz I vomitted on the journey back. *Groan*<br /><br />Then the tour guide suggested Ye Liu and its pinnacles... Haizz who cares anyway...<br />Another 2 hours drive and this time, I was perching precariously on some precipice or ledge or don't know what you called it ... facing the open ocean with huge tidal waves billowing at such frightening height that I clinged to the pinnacles...Nah...I didn't want to have my pic taken.<br /><br />That evening was slightly interesting when we were at Dan Shui. We took an evening stroll along the riverside and drank in the grey misty dusky weather. Mom was crazy over the smelly tofu "Chou Dou Fu" and I was at least 10m away the moment she started eating...<br />Stink until dunno like what lar... stench just like 2 weeks old sewage... I thought my bubble tea was still the best ... Jasmine Green Milk Tea with Pearls, extra pearls, triple I mean and Made in Taiwan somemore... real good bargain leh... *sip* *slurp* *chewing the pearls*<br /><br />Very tired by now, but we still proceeded to the Night Market or Shi Lin Ye Shi... something like the pasar malam here except on a very large scale, perhaps 100 times...<br />I didn't buy any stuff because there was no good stuff, their workmanship and quality were inferior ... I was quite fussy, not quite, okay lar, very fussy lah, so I saved my NT$ for that night. *yawn*<br /><br />The following morning again, haizz, must wake up very very early, and must eat as fast as you can, and also must rush to the coach to 'chop' seats. Everything also must rush, just like a typical Singaporean, the Kiasu and Kiasi type...<br /><br />I couldn't recall what we did and where we went liao ....<br /><br />Perhaps we went to Xi Men Ding, aka the Orchard Road here... Shop, eat, rest, shop, eat, rest, shop, eat, rest to the power of 200. The Ah Zhong Mian Xian was horried, the rice vermicelli was so soggy that you had to use the soup spoon to scoop every mouthful, and worse still, the noodle store had no tables and chairs for diners. Everyone hor, stood in the open air, and slurp up the content ... I went slurp... spit, slurp... spit because there was something very chewy, very rubbery, shaped like a thimble and they were totally revolting ...*Spit* *Vomit*<br /><br />Some of our relatives suggested going to the Wen Quan or The Hot Springs in the evening for a refreshing dip... Haizz ... Not me, I refused to dip because hor ... I heard stories about Aids patients and leper patients usually soaked in the springs ... to seek a cure for their illness ... Later if I am so very 'lucky' and catch the germs, then how ? Nah... Nah ... Nah, so I waited outside the springs and guarded their belongings... very sianz...*snooze*<br /><br />As though like it was not through yet, we made our way to Hua Xi Jie to drink herbal tonic soup... some reptiles and amphibians kind of stuff, and of course, I did not accept any offer ...<br />Creepy until dunno like what, very barbaric, very brutal, very savage, very cruel, very heartless, hen can ren ... *call SPCA*<br /><br />Nevertheless, I settled for something entirely different. I ate the Cong Zhua Bing, Zha Ji Pa and some kind of a bittergourd milkshake... aargh ... *spit* *Pui*<br /><br />Next morning again, don't know which morning liao, we went to the don't know where, I could not recall liao, so I think we could have gone to 228 Peace Park, very different from East Coast Park, West Coast Park and any other parks here... but nothing memorial except that if you were to run 5 km, 10 km, 20 km or up to you lar, you won't sweat small stuff, nor big stuff because the air was too cold and crispy. *sneeze* *ah-choo*<br /><br />Di Xia Jie whereby all the shops were at the basement was also quite similar to what we have here. Something different about their convenient stores. They didn't provide any grocery bags when you made your purchases... unless you asked to pay for one lah ...<br />Environmentally friendly, my friends ...<br /><br />Shu Jie or the Book Street was my favourite haunt. We spent quite a many hours at the bookstores along the Shu Jie ... and then I leh ...spent so much money on stationery and those cute cute accessories... those girlie stuff like key chains, book marks, musical boxes, and all the waste money items ... that was what my mom commented... and by the way, I also qualified to become their member ... sok sok already... *crazy laughter* <br /><br />So on another night, I packed my luggage and all the new collections, checked into the Taipei airport again, to be flown back to where I am right now... *blogging*<br /><br />Okay lah, actually when I say I miss Taipei, I only miss the weather ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113264830860801301?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1132644484788590962005-11-21T23:25:00.000-08:002005-11-21T23:28:04.826-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/1600/163%20101.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/320/163%20101.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113264448478859096?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1132642960030850052005-11-21T23:00:00.000-08:002005-11-21T23:02:40.030-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/1600/100%20Yie%20Liu.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/320/100%20Yie%20Liu.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113264296003085005?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1132576318407569992005-11-21T11:30:00.000-08:002005-11-22T01:19:39.380-08:00Do not wait for ideal circumstances nor the best opportunities, they will never come. -Janet Erskine Stuart<br /><br />I miss Taipei. I am missing Taipei. I am missing it terribly, especially at this time of the year ...<br /><br />I arrived at Taipei around this season last year, somewhere in late November ...<br />The air was crisp and cold at the advent of winter. There I was, touched down at the CKS airport, in a dreamy state of mind... There was a light drizzle...<br /><br />...hong se shi ni ban gui lian, lu se shi ni zao dian, lan se de zhi feng che zai ni chuang qian, shen me meng gei ni ru mian ....<br />...tai bei xia le yi chang yu, ting zai bang wan wu dian, ge yi dao huan ri xian, bu lun duo yao yuan wo men yue zai si nian de hua yuan ....<br />...wo xiang ba liu se cai hong tie zai gei ni de xin feng, yi feng feng wo dou ji dao jiao zuo qian gua de you tong....<br />...ting shuo ni chuang wai dou shi yi pian hui meng meng, wo de ka fei bian de you ku you nong....<br /><br />Taipei is a vibrant city. Its population is almost homogenous except for the non-asian tourists.<br />We blended into the crowd almost inconspicuously, drawing in the least attention until I blabbered to the sales assistants in faltering Mandarin.<br />"qin wen ... you mei you ... ling yi fen ... haizz" I stammered.<br />"I'm not gonna take the display piece, just want them to check out their stock." I consulted my parents in English.<br /><br />"Zhen me ni men shi chi mei guo fan de?" She raised an eyebrow, shaking her head in the most disapproving manner. I could sense the mocking tinge in her voice, after hearing our conversation in English.<br /><br />We also drew unwanted attention when we transited via the Taipei subway train at the Taipei Train Station. The moment we spoke in English, we received impolite stares from the passengers and commuters...<br />Hundred pairs of eyes were fixed on us throughout the journey as if we were a bunch of Martians from Mars (Steven Spielberg's Wars of the World)<br /><br />When we travelled via the cab, the taxi-drivers would comment most sarcastically.<br />"Zhen me ni men de hai zi bu shuo guo yu? gang cong mei guo hui lai ma?" They quizzed my parents until my mom commanded me not to use English in the public.<br /><br />Heh. But the best part of Taipei is their shopping malls, especially the famous Taipei 101. Wow... Wow ... Wow... Great wonder.<br /><br />I literally stood with my mouth wide agape, at the foot of the tower ... gazing up at its immense height amidst the mist, those mist that swirled round this marvellous architecture... until I began to feel dizzy. Aargh...fainting!<br /><br />There is this Page One book store in Taipei 101. It has the most posh interior design, intricate book shelves and stylish displays. Well, I spent plenty of time there browsing and choosing, choosing and browsing, and then spent plenty of money buying and purchasing, purchasing and buying all that I desired...*Jump* *Cheer* *Clap* ... Heh.<br /><br />The itinerary covered many places ... Hmm ... to be honest, some places were boring, boring, boring... like the National Museum (Gu Gong Bo Wu Yuan), exhibiting very ancient and priceless relics and artefacts from the Chinese dynasties, *Yawn* to the power of 100.<br /><br />The National Theatre (Zhong Zheng Ji Nian Tang), Chang Kai Shek Memorial Hall, Sun Yat Sen Memorial Hall and whatever etc etc etc turned out to be the most boring history lessons...<br />The tour guide went : blah, blah, blah.....<br />I went : yawn, yawn, yawn ..... until my mom tweaked my ears and insisted I stopped being rude because the guide, whatever his name "xiao wen" or whatever, frowned.<br /><br />Anyway there were some fun and interesting places. Here we go lah ...<br /><br />I visited Jiu Fen on a very cold and misty morning. It was on top of a slopy and meandering hill, the journey so torturing that by the time I reached the hilltop, I went all weak in the knees. I was literally hauled out from the coach, zipped up my wind breaker, pulled down the hood and braved the bitterly wind and cold temperature. It was about 12 degree, I supposed. I was freezing and shivering in the wind...my hands became numb despite the fact that I had put on the gloves ... *Teeth-chattering* chitter, chatter, chitter, chatter...<br /><br />I tried the Bing Tang Hu Lu, a kind of fruity snack in Kebab Style. The fruits were skewered and coated with a thick coat of maple syrup ... and I went "SPIT* after the first bite ...*Vomit*<br /><br />Jiu Fen was very scenic. Picturesque in every manner, every angle, any point of view, every perspective, every corner, every whatever ... until an enchanting flute-like tune drifted its way from some shops round the bend caught my ears. *Musical notes playing*<br /><br />I ran all the way to the source of this magical tune and found myself standing outside a little enchanted shop. It was rather old, almost ancient, but I was mesmerized, kind of being hypnotised by the tune, a tune that penetrated into your mind and lingered indelibly...<br /><br />I descended the steep steps, both excited and flustered, and then I was right there. Great wonder... In the grim and dim interior, I could discern some handmade musical instruments. Tao Di is the name. They came in all shapes and sizes and I wanted almost all. Then I got 5 instrumental CDs, purely in Tao Di... *Greedy* *Spendthrift* *Waste Money*<br /><br />My parents ushered me away before I set my eyes on more .... eh, mommy , eh, don't like that leh ... I still want to check out ... aargh !!! Everytime like that one, always dragged me away in the midst of my enjoyment ... So Sianz LAH ...Aiyoh...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113257631840756999?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1132491756856794032005-11-21T05:01:00.000-08:002006-01-12T18:07:16.576-08:00This is a tale of strangers chancing upon each other along the crossroads, heading to a place where all strangers will tread.....<br /><br />Let me learn from you before you depart...<br />Let me not pass you by...<br />Let me be aware of the treasure you are...<br />Let me tell you the secrets... is to measure yourself by the best moments...<br />Let the thankful heart sweep through the day, as the magnet finds the iron...<br /><br />He was just another stranger. Doing the stuff strangers do. Not part of my life... We might have brushed shoulders in a crowd, passed each other along corridors; both were preoccupied with our own thoughts and our own world.<br /><br />It could be in March, or perhaps, April, I spotted the stranger alighting at my bus-stop. At that point, I had no second thoughts about it. And now, in the back of my mind, I remember seeing his shadow lurking somewhere near my house...<br /><br />We were just strangers. Only strangers went their separate ways...<br /><br />I have a very vague impression that we were once on the same bus. Just that once. We alighted at the same stop. It was probably March, if not, April...<br /><br />He led his life, and I led mine. Our paths never did cross. Our gazes had never met...<br /><br />The stranger might have added me as a contact. I blocked him as a matter of fact.<br /><br />It does not matter whether he existed at all... And I most likely do not matter to him at all...<br /><br />In late September, some strange feelings prompted me to unblock this stranger.<br /><br />I can't explain why... I just don't know why... Let me not pass you by...<br /><br />I had an intimate one-way conversation to a stranger... And I gave someone's handphone number to him... And I changed my display name to I LOVE THE STRANGER... And I made all my confessions to a complete stranger... I'm not just myself that day...<br /><br />It is a complex thing to explain and not even the greatest of minds can understand... We were nothing more than strangers... Likened to watching a play and a pantomime...<br /><br />The stranger sms another stranger... And I was teased with the stranger...<br /><br />The link between two people is amazing... Our paths have just crossed...<br />The stranger might have been dwelling in my subconscious mind... lurking and flitting like a shadow...<br /><br />The stranger became a confidant, and another stranger became a confidante.<br /><br />I affirmed the stranger's affection for his love interest and I sent an ILU on his behalf.<br /><br />Good friends are fragile things... Things do not change, we change...<br /><br />Stranger, remember someone's remark going round and coming back to me, through you...?<br />Unbelievable...<br /><br />Dwell upon the brightest part... Friends are great blessings and be thankful!<br /><br />I chanced upon something precious and rare... where the 2 strangers were caught in the space of time... on a photo dated a year ago; a picture that speaks a million words...<br /><br />Hello, Stranger... an occasional chancing is a surprise and a delight, life's small pleasures...<br /><br />I missed my schoolbus, something that has never happened before, on the 16th of November, and I heard your steps behind me... One in a million chances... Awesome, stranger!<br /><br />Our paths did cross, Stranger... But we did not know... I've been to your block every Sunday since last year... And I might have passed you by unknowingly... But Stranger, now that I know you... I will stop and say 'Hello, Stranger...'.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113249175685679403?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1132478820956473232005-11-20T01:02:00.000-08:002005-11-20T05:13:46.113-08:00Juno and his beloved corpse bride, Jessie, decided to watch Just Like Heaven, the romantic comedy. Wanting more company, they invited Barney and I. As usual, we met at the popcorn stand.<br />Barney, a ticket booking fanatic, volunteered to book the tickets again.<br />"Book the seats in the centre!" I bossed him around.<br />"No more centre liao! What you want me to do?" he barked irritably.<br />"Do something about it!" I glared angrily at him.<br />"Well, why don't YOU do something about it?" he snapped impatiently.<br />"You're the guy. Take the initiative to do SOMETHING!" I grunted under my breath.<br />"Ladies first. And you were the one who wanted the centre seats!" he shouted into my face.<br />"What's wrong with you today? You're kinda weird!" I gave him an assessing gaze.<br /><br />"Yao bu yao mai piao de? Hai zai chao!" the ticket vendor interjected in faltering Mandarin.<br />Barney cast me a contemptous glare, before pointing randomly to 4 seats in the first row.<br /><br />In the meanwhile, Juno and Jessie were too preoccupied choosing the popcorn flavour.<br />"Hmm... Sweet or salted popcorn, Juno?" Jessie whispered into Juno's ear.<br />"As you wish, Princess. I shall buy both for you," Juno acted in the most gentlemanly manner and ordered 2 regular sweet and salted popcorn.<br />Jessie looked down and smiled shyly...<br /><br />Barney snorted noisily when he spotted the KFC Restaurant. He made a mad dash, cutting queues and jostled his way to the front.<br />"1 small fries, 1 regular fries, 1 large fries, 1 Zinger burger, 1 Shrooms burger, 1 Chicken popcorn, 1 five-piece meal, 1 wedged potato, 1 small Coke, 1 medium Pepsi and 1 large Sprite..... Mmmm, and can have 8 packets of chilli sauce?" Barney snorted out his order indistinctly.<br /><br />"1 cheese fries, please," I rattled off.<br /><br />While waiting for Barney's order to be ready, I grumbled.<br />"Only 1 more minute left liao lah! Hurry up lor you! And my watch isn't fast! What a slow-poke! Kuai dian la, we miss the show already! All your fault lor!" I gave him a nudge in his ribs and stamped on his brand new Nike sneakers.<br />"OI LAH!" he hollered and whacked my glasses off.<br />"My glasses $200 one leh! Break then you pay!" I shoved him hard, so that he lost his balance and crashed headlong into Juno and Jessie. Juno shielded his corpse bride protectively, but he was a second too late. Jessie had fallen and grazed her knee, trying to blink back her tears.<br />I could see the pain in Juno's eyes as he helped Jessie up. Jessie's both knees were bleeding. When she bled in her knee, Juno's heart bled.<br /><br />Barney snorted again when he collected his 5 bagfuls of food, without the slightest trace of remorse. The four of us headed for the cinema in silence.<br /><br />Juno, with Jessie in his arms, comforted her in the most gentlemanly manner.<br />"Does it hurt alot?" Juno caressed Jessie's hair.<br />Jessie gave a little sob in reply.<br />"Don't cry le lah, you cry, I also feel like crying..." Juno's voice trembled.<br />"I don't want you to see me cry, because I don't want to make you cry too," Jessie sobbed.<br />"Don't cry le lah, later I buy Ocean's liu se cai hong VCD for you, ok?" Juno comforted her in the most gentlemanly manner, as he wiped away Jessie's tears.<br /><br />As we settled down in our seats, a chomping and rustling sound grew louder by the seconds. I glanced at Barney, who was seated beside me.<br />"SHHHH...." I shushed him.<br />"DON'T YOU SHUSH ME!" he rebutted loudly.<br />"SHHHHHHHH...." I shushed him once more.<br />"WILL YOU FOR ONCE SHUT UP?!" he exploded.<br /><br />In order not to end up killing Barney in a fight, I diverted my attention to Juno and Jessie.<br />I could discern their silhouettes in the dimness of the cinema. Juno's arm was around Jessie in the most gentlemanly manner. OMG! He took a sip from his drink and held it out for Jessie to take her sip. Juno sipped. Jessie sipped. Juno sipped. Jessie sipped....<br /><br />Suddenly a violent rocking drew my attention from the loving couple. Barney was shaking his legs so violently that my seat also vibrated.<br /><br />"Stop shaking lah, will you?" I snapped at him in the dark.<br />"It's my legs, so I shake all I want to," he stuffed some more fries into his already full mouth.<br />"STOP IT LAH! NOT FUNNY OK?" I stood up, ready to shove him again.<br />"I SHAKE UNTIL MY LEGS DROP ALSO NOT YOUR BUSINESS WHAT, RIGHT?" he also stood up.<br />"WRONG!" I shoved him once more.<br />"DON'T ANYHOW PUSH PEOPLE, CAN OR NOT?" he shoved me back.<br />"CANNOT!" I shoved him again.<br />I shoved. He shoved. I shoved. He shoved. I shoved. He shoved.<br /><br />By the time we had shoved each other 50 times, the show had ended.<br /><br />After buying $30 worth of tokens at the arcade, Juno wanted to impress his future bride. He brought her to dance para para. Barney and I left the dancing partners alone and proceeded to another game station to play simulated soccer.<br />Barney was a gaming fanatic, besides being a ticket booking fanatic. He thumped down on the chair and snorted 98 times. By the 98th time, the gamer beside him was irritated.<br /><br />"What?" the gamer thrust a finger at Barney.<br />"What what?" Barney thrust 2 fingers at the gamer.<br />"What lar?" the gamer didn't want to be outdone. He thrust 3 fingers into Barney's face.<br />"What what lar?" Barney thrust all his fingers into the gamer's face.<br /><br />After a series of 'what's and thrusting fingers, both stared into each other's eyes for a whole hour. I dragged Barney away from the scene.<br /><br />Juno suggested going to the library to look for the book 'A Couple Madly In Love' for Jessie. When he escorted Jessie up to the teenage section in the most gentlemanly manner, Barney and I headed for the comics section.<br /><br />Juno and Jessie shared the book, the cushion and the same thoughts.<br />Juno (thoughts) : She's so sweet today...<br />Jessie (thoughts) : He's so charming today...<br />Juno (thoughts) : She's so lovely today...<br />Jessie (thoughts) : He's so dashing today...<br />Juno (thoughts) : I hope she loves me ONLY...<br />Jessie (thoughts) : I hope he loves me ONLY...<br /><br />Both blushed.<br /><br />Barney leaned over and snorted out his remark on the couple in the most brutal manner.<br />"I CAN READ YOUR THOUGHTS! So lame hor!" he gave a sinister grin.<br /><br />Both blushed again.<br /><br />I leaned over and gently remarked on the couple in the sweetest manner.<br />"I CAN READ YOUR THOUGHTS! How romantic..." I gave an encouraging smile.<br /><br />"AARGH... I need to go poo-poo liao..." groaned Barney, clutching at his stomach.<br /><br />At the same time, I saw Jessie leave the library silently. Shortly after, an anxious Juno was seen rushing down the escalator after her.<br />I was confused: What had happened? Don't tell me they had an argument? Cannot be what, they're the most loving couple...<br />I made my way to the glass panel overlooking the library's exit. The sky was an ominous shade of grey and it was raining rather heavily. In a jiffy, I spotted a panicky Juno rush out of the library after Jessie...<br /><br />Barney had finished his business and was grinning from ear to ear.<br />"I'm hungry liao... Shall we proceed for dinner?" he proposed the idea.<br />I agreed absent-mindedly. Where were Juno and Jessie heading?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113247882095647323?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1132460774231395162005-11-19T19:51:00.000-08:002005-11-20T01:01:43.490-08:00SS in the morning<br /><br />Everybody was in a fluster while we lugged and hauled our bagfuls of goodies into the sanctuary. After the corporate worship, we couldn't wait to be dismissed to our class. Once the announcement came, I grabbed my 3 bagfuls of snacks and tidbits, and jostled my way out to the 6B classroom.<br />We literally poured out our wares and displayed them generously on the tables.<br />"..........., Amen!" Aunty Meng Hah finished a quick word of prayer, before we started switching on the CD player.<br />"Ay, Wan Min, can play Jay Chou's November Chopin?" I shouted.<br />"I LOVE JAY CHOU!" Qing Yi agreed in unison.<br />"Play Jay Jay lah!" Venezia requested.<br />"Don't lah! We prefer Jay Chou..." Qing Yi insisted.<br />So Jay Chou's November Chopin was playing at full blast when the banquet started.<br />"Can pass me the sour cream potato chips over there?" someone hollered.<br />"Who prepared this?" another person yelled.<br />I was going round, sampling the varieties available.<br /><br />Aunty Meng Hah interjected, raising her voice above a Hillary Duff's number.<br />"It's Shawn and Ada's birthdays this month. Shawn's birthday is on the 12th and Ada's on the 15th. Why don't we sing them the birthday song?"<br />Shawn and I winced and stared awkwardly at the pandan cake in the middle of the table.<br />"Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to Shawn and Ada, Happy birthday to you."<br />Aunty Meng Hah presented the birthday gifts to Shawn and me. Both of us chorused an inaudible "Thank you".<br />Subsequently, some teasings followed.<br />"Eh.... Ada and Shawn leh!" Qing Yi teased me playfully.<br />"Eh.... Qing Yi and Bram leh!" I teased her in return.<br />"Eh.... Venezia and Adriel leh!" someone else piped up.<br /><br />Aunty Meng Hah yelled above the din,"Girls and boys, next week is graduation ceremony and we need 2 representatives, preferably a girl and a boy to give a short account on what you have learnt in Sunday School."<br />As for the girls, Wan Min volunteered.<br />Since none of the boys wanted to participate, we resorted to voting.<br />Before we cast the votes, Qing Yi suggested we sabotage Bram.<br /><br />Adriel: 0 votes<br />Shawn: 0 votes<br />Julio: 0 votes<br />Bram: 7 votes<br /><br />Bram, on realising our plans to sabotage him, protested loudly to no avail. Wan Min was unhappy too, because she didn't want to work with Bram.<br />"Minority wins, minority wins, choose Shawn!"<br />But the decision was final.<br />*****<br /><br />CC in the afternoon<br /><br />It was raining when I reached the church. Scurrying up the wet steps to the third level, I raced past the corridor and dashed absent-mindedly into the classroom.<br />The room was freezing. I went to adjust the air-con to 23 degrees celsius.....<br />I picked my favourite seat in the first row. Whipping out my file, Bible and stationery, I reclined back to wait for Pastor Daniel's arrival. I still had a full 5 minutes to daydream.....<br /><br />Jason, Keith, Steven, Sharon, Cheng Sim, Joshua, Daniel, Li Jian and Caleb arrived respectively. Pastor Daniel arrived on the dot and had our attendance taken with a flourish.<br /><br />In the midst of the roll call, the door creaked and Matthew shuffled in...<br />He flashed his signature smile which seemed to accentuate his physical charm...<br />He manoeuvred... and plonked down beside me! *Gasp*<br /><br />As Pastor Daniel was preaching away, my mind was wandering away...<br />I was jerked back to reality by Matthew's laughter. I stole an inconspicuous glance at him.<br />He was wearing a navy blue checkered NEXT shirt with a pair of denim jeans, coupled with dark brown leather moccasins...<br /><br />His chiselled profile resembled ****** to some extent. However, Matthew is 15 years old, standing at a lanky height of 1.75m and is an expert in break-dancing.<br /><br />Matthew was still laughing when I realised Pastor Daniel had just cracked a joke.<br />"The spirit of Daniel Chua will be raptured first..."<br />I found myself laughing alongside with Matthew...<br />When the room was silent once more, Matthew would occasionally let out a suppressed chuckle and upon his chuckle, I would let out 2 suppressed giggles.<br /><br />Chuckle. Giggle. Chuckle. Giggle. Chuckle. Giggle.......<br /><br />Pastor Daniel gave both of us a stern look before we finally regained our composure. Matthew cleared his throat slightly and straightened up. I cleared mine too, and sat up straight.<br /><br />When the next joke came, we went chuckle, giggle, chuckle, giggle again...<br /><br />When it was time to do the worksheet, I did it in a daze, not fully comprehending what I was scribbling madly on the paper. Both of us thrust the worksheets under Pastor Daniel's nose and I made a run for the exit...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113246077423139516?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1132366834381042512005-11-18T18:16:00.000-08:002005-11-18T18:20:34.383-08:00Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away<br />Now it looks as though they're here to stay<br />Oh I believe in yesterday<br />Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be<br />There's a shadow hanging over me<br />Oh yesterday came suddenly<br />*Why she had to go I don't know, she wouldn't say<br />I said something wrong now I long for yesterday<br />Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play<br />Now I need a place to hide away<br />Oh I believe in yesterday<br />Mm mm mm mm .....fade<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113236683438104251?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1132366336840841282005-11-18T18:04:00.000-08:002005-11-18T18:12:16.860-08:00Though we gotta say goodbye for the summer<br />Darling, I promise you this<br />I'll send you all my love<br />Ev'ryday in a letter sealed with a kiss...<br /><br />*Guess it's gonna be a cold, lonely summer<br />But I'll feel the emptiness<br />I'll send you all my dreams (love)<br />Ev'ryday in a letter sealed with a kiss*<br /><br />I'll see you in the sunlight<br />I'll hear your voice ev'rywhere<br />I'll run to tenderly hold you<br />But darling, you won't be there ...<br /><br />I don't want to say goodbye for the summer<br />Knowing the love we'll miss<br />So let us make a pledge to meet in September<br />And sealed it with a kiss...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113236633684084128?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1132228257808003822005-11-17T03:49:00.000-08:002005-11-17T21:23:55.793-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/1600/heart26.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/320/heart26.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The Star-crossed Lovers is about what happens when two people completely fall in love and then realise that being together is much harder than they thought.<br /><br />Lucius was looking at Isabel and waiting with a sinking heart for what she would say.<br /><br />"Let us be good friends only, Lucius," Isabel said in words but her eyes were saying something quite different.<br />"We won't be friends, you know that yourself. Hmm... And whether we will be the happiest or the unhappiest of friends -- is in your power," Lucius rested his gaze on Isabel.<br /><br />She wanted to say something, but he interrupted her.<br /><br />"Yes, I wanted to tell you... What do you want of me?" he said simply and seriously.<br /><br />It was not he, but she who became embarrassed.<br /><br />"Yes, I've wanted to tell you," she said without looking at him.<br /><br />She went on... looking resolutely into his eyes,"You acted badly."<br /><br />"Don't I know that I acted badly? But who was the cause of my acting so?" he replied in a trembling voice. "Just don't change anything. Leave everything as it is."<br /><br />After the summer was over, the two friends parted. When they reunited years later, both were married. But the forbidden love they had with each other lingered on.....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113222825780800382?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1132208817680044082005-11-16T22:21:00.000-08:002005-11-16T22:26:57.700-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/1600/totoro.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/320/totoro.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113220881768004408?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1132142859013637952005-11-16T04:07:00.000-08:002005-11-17T06:20:49.636-08:00Well, on 15 Nov, which was also my birthday, as I had mentioned in my last post, I was strolling along the Kallang Waterfront with Kaven.<br />"Jie Jie, look at this bottle, I found it washed up on the shore."<br />Through the shimmering, translucent emerald glass, I discerned some crumpled notes folded away neatly, and tucked away carefully inside. I brought the bottle home, without much second thoughts ...<br /><br />Tonight, as I perused those tear-stained notes with the daintiest handwriting, I cried ......<br />Take a peek inside these notes and we see a strange new world .... for their world is not our world ....a world of make-believe....<br /><br />*****<br /><br />My Dearest Gor Gor in this make-believe world<br /><br />I adore you when you are most caring, most kind, most generous, most agreeable, most thoughtful, most encouraging, most sincere, most honest, most truthful, most frank, most patient, most protective, most cheerful, most dreamy, most loving ......<br />*Sob* *Sniff*<br /><br />That time, when you had to walk one km in the rain, just to buy meimei's favourite ice-cream to cheer me up, for I insisted that I only wanted chocochips, oatmeal crunch and cookie and cream, topped with butterscotch sauce and rainbow rice...meimei already knows how much you care ..... meimei can be very sweet and cute if she is obedient. Heh.<br />Thank you Gor Gor for being so obliging .....*Sob* *Sniff*<br /><br />I missed the fun time at the playground and the park near Grandpa's house. We visited him every Sunday and on that fateful day, I was too careless. It was a terrible thing to fall off that slide and I grazed my knees badly. Of course, I wailed loudly for your attention. You, Gor Gor, was the first person to rush over to pick me up. You even piggyback your chubby meimei all the way to Grandpa's home cuz' it was too painful for me to walk. And it was you to sooth my pains with those cute Winnie the Pooh plasters....and you wiped away my tears, 'cuz I know if meimei is unhappy and sad, Gor Gor feels it too....<br />Thank you Gor Gor for being such a real hero .....*Sob* *Sniff*<br /><br />Meimei is rather unreasonable and demanding at times. Meimei throws her tantrum very frequently, but I know Gor Gor doesn't take to heart because he dotes on her too.<br />Meimei ku le ..... Gor Gor bu hao de .....*Sob**Sniff*<br />Sometimes meimei became upset because Gor Gor was too. When you scolded meimei for being childish and immature, bu dong shi.....you must understand meimei is 10 years younger than Gor Gor. Please understand meimei is still learning .....<br />Gor Gor is smarter and wiser, so don't blame meimei for being naive ..... I need another 10 years before I can catch up with you..... to see things through your eyes.....<br />Thank you Gor Gor for bearing with meimei and don't have too high expectation for her.....<br />Meimei is struggling, to grow up faster, so she can be your level .....<br />Thank you Gor Gor for being so patient .....*Sob* *Sniff*<br /><br />Daddy and Mummy favour me because I'm their gem. I like to have my way, I am wilful and stubborn, you say. I've my pride, you will agree too but in actual fact, Gor Gor , do you know that I look up to you too..... I am not lying now even though I refuse to show because I am such a proud meimei ..... too proud to admit my weaknesses..... too proud to be humble before you....and I know we are always feeling this hurt, this pain.....<br />You are my role model because meimei have been observing you since the first day , and learning from you things that I've never come across, because you have conquered them way before meimei..... Please do not forsake the bu dong shi de meimei because meimei is still looking up to you....<br />Thank you Gor Gor for being a gem too. I respect you .....*Sob* *Sniff*<br /><br />Meimei ku le ...... Gor Gor bu hao de .....<br />Meimei says half a sorry and Gor Gor says the other half......*Sob* *Sniff*<br /><br />******<br />At this point of time, I'm already feeling so miserable and depressed by the above. I almost choose not to read anymore because it is killing me to go on.....<br />Choking back my tears, I resume .....<br /><br />*****<br />That morning, meimei ran like a wild bunny. I almost tripped and stumbled..... And I can see your anxious and worried look. I can see you, Gor Gor, it is your responsibility when meimei is with you, for making sure meimei will come to no harm..... I know you don't wish to see meimei getting hurt again after the slide accident.<br />".....no, meimei, please don't run.....your asthma might act up again....." Gor Gor reminded gently, with the most concern.<br />"Who cares !" I retorted rudely and continue to run away from him, from my caring and protective Gor Gor because meimei liked her own way.<br />Thank you Gor Gor for being so loving and sincere .....*Sob* *Sniff*<br /><br />Whenever meimei wishes to watch Barney or do anything my way, Gor Gor will always give in to meimei's whim and wishes. When meimei does something silly and foolish, Gor Gor will take his time to counsel and talk all senses into meimei's little mind.<br />"It's for your own good, meimei, and listen to Gor Gor for once?" Most of the times, the advice will go unheeded because I refuse to allow Gor Gor to overrule me.....<br />Meimei ku le ..... Gor Gor bu hao de ..... you ruined my day .....*Sob* *Sniff*<br />I know you really care about me, you really do, I am no fool, you know ..... I know you would have done all you can for this wilful meimei..... and you feel miserable too. I sense it for you because I know, I am able to empathize your feelings, your wholebeing.....<br />Thank you Gor Gor for being so sacrificial, that you are taking all this upon yourself too, for you have your own hurt and you are still nursing your open wounds..... *Sob* *Sniff*<br /><br />Yeah, meimei is crying as she is writing these notes..... She is crying for herself and she is crying for her Gor Gor too. I don't want you to see me cry because I don't want to make you cry too, Gor Gor, you get hurt most easily ..... and I don't wish to be the cause right now.....<br />Meimei ku le ...... Gor Gor bu hao de.....<br />Meimei says half a sorry and Gor Gor says the other half.....*Sob* *Sniff*<br /><br />Now, meimei has finally grown up. I'm not your two-year-old little meimei anymore. Meimei can stand on her two feet, and defend herself ...... Meimei is strong enough to protect herself ..... Meimei starts to challenge her Gor Gor in everything he says, in everything he does .....<br />Meimei has her own mind and her own views about things that are happening around her. Sometimes, she doesn't need her Gor Gor to be around anymore, but sometimes she does ..... to hear his comforting voice, to sense his caring eyes and to feel his confused thoughts......<br />Thank you Gor Gor for being my guidance ..... *Sob* *Sniff*<br /><br />*****<br /><br />I can't go on any further, I am too distressed to read with a clear mind..... It's devastating to my soul and yet I can't resist those overwhelming words, those daintiest handwriting ..... that brings forth hot stingy tears into my eyes ......<br /><br />*****<br /><br />Gor Gor, you there? Are you also crying too? I know you are hurting and now meimei is hurting you too..... I am starting to miss you, to miss you very dearly and meimei doesn't want to lose a very good Gor Gor for anything in this make-believe world..... Nothing is real and nothing is tangible ..... Gor Gor you are the only real thing I feel..... so real that I want to keep you somewhere forever, so real that I'm afraid of losing you..... I am a careless meimei, as you already know, and I have been losing things that were dear to me once and now I am not going to lose you, not you ..... I am hurting terribly ..... today as I am writing these notes, these silly and nonsensical notes ..... I have been hurt many, many times by others, and I know Gor Gor who knows meimei in and out, understands my pains.....<br />You there? Are you still there? Meimei misses you and ..... I think you know too .....*Sob**Sniff*<br />Meimei ku le ..... Gor Gor bu hao de .....<br />Meimei says half a sorry and Gor Gor says the other half .....*Sob* *Sniff*<br /><br />My Dearest Gor Gor, you are very smart and very clever in meimei's eyes. I respect you for all you are worth. Meimei would not have allowed you to tell her bedtime stories and sing lullabies everynight if you are not worthy of her time, her precious little time.....<br />Now meimei is crying her eyes out because she realizes that she is very much just like her Gor Gor's characters..... Like poles repel, she said. Yea, we are not magnets, who said that?<br />Thank you Gor Gor for being so forgiving and I am learning from you ......*Sob* *Sniff*<br /><br />When meimei was hurt many times, Gor Gor knew about them. When Gor Gor was hurting, meimei also knew about it too. Now meimei is not going to show, not even to her Gor Gor , for she is too proud to show because she knows her Gor Gor is also putting on a brave front to be strong ..... I am learning from you, Gor Gor, and I must say it is not easy to do it.....<br />Although, I am 10 years your junior, I understand your feelings, your vulnerable feelings that always get hurt in the most slightest manner ..... as in the interview.....<br /><br />Gor Gor, I hope these messages will reach you someday, regardless where you are right now.... Meimei ku le ..... Before meimei keeps all these notes into the bottle, meimei has something to say : I am crying my eyes out for you, Gor Gor, till my tears run dry, if you are still there ..... somewhere in time, in this make-believe world, I just want to thank you Gor Gor for everything you have done for me ..... I want you to know that meimei thinks that no matter what happens, everything that has happened in this short period of time, everything would be jogged in my memory, nothing more ..... nothing less ..... By the way, you are the most handsome, the smartest and the most wonderful person ..... and meimei is not lying for once..... This is real. It is from the bottom of meimei's heart and she doesn't want him to think she is always so rude as to taunt him always .....<br /><br />PS . For my older, smarter, taller Gor Gor who doesn't speak singlish ..... Please bear with meimei and don't have too high expectation from her. She is not perfect in anyway ..... she is trying very hard to grow up..... and she does really care to try .<br />If you receive this message in the bottle one day ..... Be my Gor Gor always, for I am looking up upon you, upon your cleverness, your eloquence, your wise mind and you are special too ..... this is what I care. I am missing you right now, missing you so dearly that my heart will break if I think of you in this make-believe world ..... *Sob* *Sniff*<br /><br />*****<br />It was a really tormenting and turbulent moments when I finished reading the supposedly last sentence by the meimei. The note was not signed off ......<br /><br />It is my turn to ku le ..... Mind you, I am not that sort to shed tears nor winced; I have very high threshold of pain for all I know, but somehow, I found myself drenched in my own tears uncontrollably, by these touching notes and I really feel for them, my heart goes out to them. I am also not lying if I say I am so painfully affected and disturbed by the very nature of these haunting notes that I can't get them off my mind ..... I feel so lousy that I know I am going to lose my sleep again ..... Haizz .....Haizz ..... Haizz<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113214285901363795?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1132046550496271062005-11-15T01:21:00.000-08:002005-11-16T16:20:40.653-08:00The morning started off horribly.<br />Mr Chan announced,"Zarena, you go to 6F. Ada, you go to 6A."<br />I jumped out of my seat and pleaded for mercy,"Mr Chan, I don't want to go to 6A! Can I be with my friends?"<br />Mr Chan pointed randomly, resting his stubby finger on Seiji and remarked,"Seiji, you go to 6A too. Ada, your friend Seiji is with you."<br />Seiji and I groaned unanimously.... And I saw some heads turn. And I caught Ah Bae laughing like a maniac who had just escaped from the asylum.<br />*****<br /><br />After gossiping for 1 minute, I had to quench my thirst. I did a thorough 360 degrees check to make sure Mr Chan was nowhere in sight, before whipping out my water bottle. Feeling triumphant that I managed to escape his watchful eyes, I took a slurp.<br />"I CAN SEE YOU! YOU WANTED TO DRINK RIGHT?!" Mr Chan's voice blasted from the microphone right in front of the hall.<br />"Uh....." I gritted my teeth.<br />"DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND ENGLISH, ADA NGO? DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT MEANS BY 'NO DRINKING IN THE HALL'? I THOUGHT YOU GOT A BEST IN ENGLISH!!!"<br />"No...." I protested, denying the obvious fact, that I really obtained a Best in English.<br />"NO?"<br />"...I don't know..." I denied bravely, trying to act like a fool.<br />"TOMORROW THE WHOLE CLASS WILL STAY BACK FOR RECESS FOR ENGLISH LESSONS, BECAUSE OF ONE GIRL DRINKING IN THE HALL!"<br />Haizz...<br />*****<br /><br />Mr Chan seemed to take extra and unnecessary notice of me today. Haizz... I do not have a supermodel face and was rejected by Ashton Butcher for the TT Training.<br />Haizz...<br />As I was sighing, and dwelling on my misery, Mr Chan exploded,"ADA, DID YOU DYE YOUR HAIR BROWN?"<br />Haizz...<br />I was in deep thought when Jessie nudged me, bringing me back to the little sense I had left in me.<br />"NO!" I yelled.<br />"NO! HER HAIR IS NATURALLY BROWN!" My loyal friends retorted. (Hey, thanks a heap.)<br />My hair was ruined due to my frequent swimming lessons... Haizz...Haizz...<br />*****<br /><br />Double Explosion<br /><br />I went to 6B for Chinese class and we were ushered to the com lab! Congrats Ada, it's your birthday today! Double happiness for my special day.<br />I thumped down onto the seat with an audible snort and logged onto MSN, humming the cheerful happy birthday tune...<br />The first greeting was from Ah Bae.<br />'ADA LOVE ISAAC.' he jeered.<br />'ADA LOVE ISAAC.' he jeered again.<br />'AH BAE LOVE JIAN REN.' I jeered.<br />'NO' he answered.<br />'YES' I insisted.<br />And so the cyber-warfare started instantly through instant messaging.<br />*WHAM*<br />*BANG*<br />*SHOOT*<br />*THUMP*<br />*EXPLOSION* *EXPLOSION*<br />And both parties got into a cold war, colder than Antarctica.<br />*****<br /><br />Jessie was using my account to talk to Ah Bae and Ah Jun. I, being an amateur technician, volunteered to help Jessie fix her hanged computer. After disassembling every component, I had some difficulty in assembling the machine again.<br />I glanced over my shoulder and checked on Jessie, just in time to catch her conversation with Ah Bae and Ah Jun.<br /><br />Jessie : I love Ah Bae.<br />Jessie : I love you.<br /><br />I screamed with all my might, nearly smashing the computer terminal. Jessie stood there, not in the least remorseful, laughing like a crazy patient in IMH.<br />I received a message from Ah Jun:<br /><br />Ah Jun : OMG<br />Ah Jun : You're such a freak.<br />Ada : What happened? It wasn't me online! It was Jessie!<br />Ah Jun : Jessie said that you liked Ah Bae...<br />Ada : OMG<br />Ah Jun : OMG<br />Ada : OMG<br /><br />After a series of OMGs being exchanged, Ah Bae went to a quiet corner and sulked for the next 3 hours.<br />Haizz...<br />I have made one more enemy and it isn't my fault.... All thanks to Jessie!<br />*****<br /><br />Right after school, my cousin, Kaven, joined me to have lunch at Oasis Palace in Kallang. We were still in our school uniforms, 'cause the restaurant closed at 2pm, and we had no time to change out of our school uniforms. Imagine that!<br />After the hearty meal, we hung around at the Kallang Waterfront...<br />The afternoon was spent gazing into the shimmering waters of the Kallang River, admiring the carefree spirit of some teenagers cycling along the Esplanade and watching some dragon boat crew training in the hot afternoon sun...<br />Dinner was at Swensens and I savoured every mouthful of the FireHouse Happy Birthday for my dessert. I'm filled to the brim! LOL....!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113204655049627106?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1131975956802748552005-11-14T04:40:00.000-08:002005-11-14T05:45:57.143-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/1600/laputa8.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/320/laputa8.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />So far and away, see the bird as it flies by,<br />Gliding through the shadows of the clouds up in the sky,<br />I've laid my memories and dreams upon those wings.<br />Leave them now and see what tomorrow brings<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113197595680274855?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1131958791318795682005-11-13T23:58:00.000-08:002005-11-14T04:34:25.966-08:00"You, you, you, up to the girl beside Ada, go to 6A,"Mr Chan barked and snarled menacingly into his microphone.<br />"From Ada onwards, up to Seiji, go to 6B," He ordered, a thin silvery strand of saliva spurting out from his mouth. I glanced around morosely, and found that I was the only girl in the whole group. Picking up my bag, I dragged my feet to the 6B line.<br />Sigh. Sigh. Sigh....<br />Ah Bae glanced behind briefly and caught my eye. I forced a wry smile, sorry, a grimace, and let my gaze wander to the my group of friends who were chatting animatedly. They waved a goodbye to me, as I tried to tell them with my eyes, how pathetic I was alone in a strange class.<br />I stormed into the 6B classroom, feeling bitter about the whole issue of being separated from my clique, and tossed my bag randomly into a chair. I greeted the teacher monotonously and slumped down into my chair, still fuming.<br />"Hello?" a chirpy voice drifted from behind me.<br />I started, whirled round and nearly jumped out of my skin. Ah Bae sat, grinning, behind me.<br />"Hello..." I replied, not really in the mood to talk.<br />"Ay, Ah Bae? You want to play Chinese Chess?" Ah Jun asked, whipping out a hand-drawn chess board on a flimsy piece of paper. I watched amused, as the boys laid out the chess pieces. Ah Yong came and joined them and soon, it became clearly evident that Ah Jun was winning.<br />Ah Jun joked,"Ah Bae losing already lor... Yesterday, I challenge him on GunZ, when he lost, he went to the toilet to wipe his tears!" We roared with laughter because I really believed Ah Jun yesterday, when he informed me about it on MSN.<br />I was in stitches and we started teasing Ah Bae about it. However, Ah Bae, as you should know by now, isn't someone who can take jokes lightly, hence he got into a friendly tussle with Ah Jun and... OMG... Ah Jun, who is of the smallest build, tumbled off his chair.<br />And when his head hit the floor with a wicked crack, I thought I heard the most vicious sound in my whole life.<br />Ah Bae rushed to Ah Jun's aid and apologised rather profusely. Perhaps, to his chagrin, Ah Jun was nursing his sore head sulkily, continued the game in silence.<br /><br />"Bae Yong Jun," Ah Yong teased, and we burst out laughing, like a crazy bunch of lunatics. It was a private joke that we shared among ourselves, certainly the parties in concern understood it (3 ge hao ren and 1 ge huai ren) Ah Bae resembles the great star by at least 0.001%. For your information, I am a hopeless film buff and I adore every movie star.<br />"Seiji more handsome hor," Ah Yong and I nodded in agreement, forgetting the person in concern was standing behind me, still basking in his newfound fame.<br />A group of boisterous pupils came over to taunt us. They were making such an intolerable din that Ah Bae (who is also one hot-tempered guy), exploded on the spot, likened to the eruption of an active volcano. Almost as fierce as the Discipline Master, he shooed them away in the most authoritative manner.<br />"Talk to my hand, talk to my hand," he intoned.<br />"Tell you what, talk to my feet is better," I interjected.<br />"Talk to my ass!" Ah Yong pointed to his butt, trying to draw more attention.<br />*****<br />The game went on, mostly in silence. The quiet atmosphere was broken only by that particularly boisterous group of girls yelling from one end of the class room to the other and telling tales to the teacher that I was speaking to my friend on the threshhold.<br />*****<br />Feeling extremely bored, I turned around and caught Hideki's gaze.<br />"What?" I met his eyes.<br />"What?" He replied mildly.<br />Haizz...<br />Seiji teased me,"Whoa! Electric current...." He looked at Hideki and back at me again. Hideki kept very quiet.<br />I rebutted,"Don't you miss your girlfriend? She's in China and she misses you alot..."<br />"Who cares?!" Seiji snapped at me.<br />"Well, I care!" Ah Bae stood up for me. (I appreciate you, Ah Bae, for being a friend. A friend in need is a friend indeed.)<br />*****<br />Holding up the prefect photo, I pointed to someone and joked to Ah Bae.<br />"There, that's your gorgeous girlfriend. So pretty hor!" I grinned like a Cheshire Cat.<br />Ah Bae looked at me sulkily and snapped,"SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND OK??? SHE'S MY WIFE LIAO!" (No offence, Ah Bae, I know you can take jokes... Heh.)<br />"WHO CARES, ANYWAY?" Ah Bae yelled unhappily.<br />"I care!" Seiji interjected, laughing like a mad cow.<br />*****<br />Hideki stared down the staircase railing from the fourth level and remarked,"Haizz... I want to tiao lou."<br />I cast a side glance at him and sighed too," Haizz... You jump, I jump."<br />Our classmates began whistling, cheering and shouting,"How romantic!"<br />*****<br />Ah Bae, Ah Yong and Ah Jun : The 3 ge hao ren.<br />Myself : 1 ge huai ren.<br />We'll meet up again when there's a chance, k?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113195879131879568?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1131785493068743562005-11-12T00:38:00.000-08:002005-11-12T00:54:12.950-08:00Narrator:<br />This tale is a real treasure trove of memories... a story that lingers on at the most tender and happy moments between Mulan and Shan Yu.<br /><br />Apparently, there are definitely many reasons as to why the duo are able to sustain their telephone triathlon: They have mystery, chemistry, telepathy, connectivity, conductivity, creativity, originality, sincerity, apathy, empathy, sympathy, insanity etc. etc. etc.<br /><br />Most importantly, both definitely respect each other's liberty, their separate entities and unique identities... :)<br /><br />Let us now chart Mulan and Shan Yu's percentage for each other before and after the 3-hour passionate telephone triathlon:<br /><br />1st hour : 0%<br />2nd hour : Oops... I'm awfully sorry! The measuring device has malfunctioned... It is a hopelessly and impossible feat for us to gauge their statistics... Anyway, thank you for reading my blog! Hope you enjoyed the dramas!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113178549306874356?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1131783704395246982005-11-12T00:02:00.000-08:002005-11-12T00:23:16.576-08:00The 3-hour telephone conversation<br /><br />3rd hour : Duets<br /><br />Shan Yu : Ay... Sing Tong Hua to me... (lovingly)<br />Mulan : Don't want.<br />Shan Yu : Why everytime I sing? (lovingly again)<br />Mulan : You sing one verse, I sing one verse.<br />Shan Yu : Haizz... Don't want! You sing the whole song! Either you play the piano or sing. Choose one. (still lovingly)<br />Mulan : Either we take one verse each, or I don't sing.<br />Shan Yu: ok ok... (tenderly)<br />Mulan : You start first.<br />Shan Yu : wo wang le duo jiu... (tenderly again)<br />Mulan : No! It's 'wang le you duo jiu'<br />Shan Yu : ok lah... zai mei ting dao ni... (still tenderly)<br />Mulan : dui wo shuo ni, zui ai de gu shi... (coughs, clears throat)<br />Shan Yu : Hey, you're not well? Don't sing... (very tenderly)<br />Mulan : You sing then...<br />Shan Yu : ..... (singing the whole song)<br /><br />*** 50 minutes later ***<br /><br />Shan Yu had sung Melodies of Life, Eyes On Me, Tong Hua, Liu Se Cai Hong, She's No You, Beautiful Soul, Music of The Night, Because You Live, Think of Me, All I Ask of You, Vincent, Lao Shu Ai Da Mi, Bei Ban Qiu De Gu Dan, Dou Jiang You Tiao, Baa Baa Black Sheep, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, London Bridge is Falling Down, Mary Had A Little Lamb, Frosty the Snowman, Jingle Bells, Hedwig's Theme and lastly, the NATIONAL ANTHEM....<br /><br />*** Last 5 minutes ***<br /><br />Shan Yu : aargh... I can't sing anymore... (hoarsely)<br />Mulan : Um... ok...<br />Shan Yu : Hold on... hold on ah... (whispering hoarsely)<br />Mulan : Why?<br />Shan Yu : My dad is outside my room... Dunno doing what... (whispering even more hoarsely)<br />Mulan : Oh. (whispering back)<br />Shan Yu : (His room door opens and Dad shouts at him. Shan Yu retorts inaudibly. The sound of 3 slaps follow. A loud sob and a shriek ensue from Shan Yu.)<br />Mulan : .....<br />Shan Yu : Hey, we continue tomorrow ok? (sniffs pathetically)<br />Mulan : ok...<br />Shan Yu : bye... oops... see ya (choking back sobs)<br />Mulan : See ya...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113178370439524698?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1131782484144592942005-11-11T23:55:00.000-08:002005-11-12T00:01:24.146-08:00The 3-hour telephone conversation<br /><br />2nd hour: Sweet talks<br /><br />Shan Yu : (whispering sweet nothings to Mulan)<br />Mulan : (whispering sweet nothings to Shan Yu)<br /><br />*** The above conversation has been censored by the Board of Censorship due to some inappropriate references *** (NC16) No Children Under 16.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113178248414459294?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1131781770370590382005-11-11T23:39:00.000-08:002005-11-12T05:57:10.120-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/1600/heart31.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" height="207" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/320/heart31.jpg" width="271" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/1600/heart28.jpg"></a><br />In my dearest memories,<br />I see you reaching out to me.<br />Though you're gone,<br />I still believe that you can call out my name...<br />A voice from the past<br />Joining yours and mine<br />Adding up the layers of harmony,<br />And so it goes, on and on<br />Melodies of life...<br />To the sky beyond the flying birds - forever and beyond<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113178177037059038?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1131780803093655492005-11-11T23:15:00.000-08:002005-11-11T23:33:23.113-08:00The 3-hour telephone conversation<br /><br />1st hour: Role play<br /><br />Shan Yu : I'll be your younger brother, OK?<br />Mulan : Heh. OK. Call 'Jie Jie'. (giggles)<br />Shan Yu : Jie Jie. (lisps)<br />Mulan : Good boy.<br />Shan Yu : I want my Mamee! (whines)<br />Mulan : Never mind, I bring you to the playground to play, OK?<br />Shan Yu : OK OK! Jie Jie very good! (laughs childishly)<br />Mulan : OK, I bring you to meet your girlfriend and then, you all sit on the swing: You on the left, she on the right and swing together OK? (teasing)<br />Shan Yu : OI lah! Not funny anymore! (bitterly)<br /><br /><br />Mulan : You be Mr Chan and I be myself.<br />Shan Yu : Sure! Mulan! When I talk, you don't talk! (commanding tone)<br />Mulan : I didn't talk!<br />Shan Yu : Mulan, stand! STAND UP NOW!!! (yells)<br />Mulan : But I really never talk mah! (indignantly)<br />Shan Yu : Then my eyes something wrong, is it?<br />Mulan : Uh... Yeah... (meekly)<br />Shan Yu : Mulan, you see me after school today. I'll send for you. (snaps)<br />Mulan : ..... (suppressing her giggles)<br /><br /><br />Shan Yu : I be your boyfriend and you be my girlfriend. Ok, I call you.<br />Mulan : Ring... ring... Hm? (lovingly)<br />Shan Yu : Yeah? (tenderly)<br />Mulan : I need to sleep now... It's very late... It's almost 1.30am! (yawns)<br />Shan Yu : But I want to talk leh... Don't hear your voice, next day the whole body itchy! Hmmm? Please? (pleadingly)<br />Mulan : Ai yah, very late liao! My parents come in, I kena scolding... My mom's gonna kill me!<br />Shan Yu : Let her kill me instead... (sacrificially)<br />Mulan : Haizz... (sleepily)<br />Shan Yu : Do you think I should cut my hair tomorrow? (softly)<br />Mulan : No, don't! (objecting)<br />Shan Yu : Why? (whispering)<br />Mulan : I like it this way... I like your haircut now... It's quite nice. (honestly)<br />Shan Yu : I might cut my hair. (jokingly)<br />Mulan : Ay, don't cut your hair leh! (seriously)<br />Shan Yu : OK lah, please you, Princess... (tenderly)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113178080309365549?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1131779730926941222005-11-11T23:06:00.000-08:002005-11-11T23:15:30.926-08:00The SMS<br /><br />Shan Yu got a second lease of life by dousing his fumes with 2 gallons of Cranberry juice before desperately dispatching 10 SMSes to Mulan, that very instant, likened to the stunning speed of Hurricane Katrina.<br /><br />SMS #1. My Precious Princess ah...<br />SMS #2. I'm awfully sorry<br />SMS #3. To keep you waitin'<br />SMS #4. Please accept my humble apologies, K?<br />SMS #5. Can I call ya half a second from now?<br />SMS #6. I very luan<br />SMS #7. And very fan<br />SMS #8. I'm desperate...<br />SMS #9. I can't wait...<br />SMS #10. I need to **** now.<br /><br />Mulan was still peeking pathetically at her very own reflection; waiting to catch a glimpse of her hero with his princely charm, in her futile imagination...<br /><br />When the shaken Mulan received the 10 SMSes, a wrestling, terrorising bout of panic seized through her.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113177973092694122?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1131779031572584022005-11-11T22:40:00.000-08:002005-11-11T23:03:51.593-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/1600/heart20.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/320/heart20.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113177903157258402?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1131726579638108972005-11-11T08:23:00.000-08:002005-11-11T22:40:01.266-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/1600/heart15.0.jpg"></a>Our paths they did cross, though I cannot say just why,<br />We met, we laughed, we held on fast, and then we said goodbye,<br />And who'll hear the echoes of stories never told?<br />Let them ring out loud till they unfold.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113172657963810897?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1131717278507397552005-11-11T05:42:00.000-08:002005-11-11T22:24:53.906-08:00The One-Way Conversation<br /><br />Mode: Nokia 6010 (Handphone) conversation<br /><br />Ha Ma : Oi... Oi...<br />Shan Yu : .....<br />Ha Ma : I think Apple likes you leh.<br />Shan Yu : .....<br />Ha Ma : Today hor, Orange keeps looking at you.<br />Shan Yu : ......<br />Ha Ma : And Banana is thinking of you!<br />Shan Yu : .....<br />Ha Ma : Oi... Oi...<br />Shan Yu : .....<br />Ha Ma : The day before, Peach kept talking about you.<br />Shan Yu : .....<br />Ha Ma : Last Monday ah, Watermelon dreamt of you.<br />Shan Yu : .....<br />Ha Ma : Ay... This morning, Durian glanced at you during guitar class.<br />Shan Yu : .....<br />Ha Ma : Oi... Oi...<br />Shan Yu : .....<br />Ha Ma : Just now, Strawberry smiled at you.<br />Shan Yu : .....<br />Ha Ma : Kiwi told me Starfruit wished for you.<br />Shan Yu : .....<br />Ha Ma : Grape SMSed you right?<br />Shan Yu : .....<br />Ha Ma : Besides that, you have been initiating conversations with Pear on MSN!<br />Shan Yu : .....<br />Ha Ma : Hey... You have been calling Rambutan every night, right?<br />Shan Yu : .....<br />Ha Ma : These few days, Mango has been blogging about you!!! Did you really go to Mango's house? Answer me! OI...<br />Shan Yu : .....<br /><br />After the 3rd minute, a frustrated Shan Yu flushed his Nokia 6010 down the toilet bowl.<br /><br />The main problem with Ha Ma is that she was a stalker and a sniper. All we could tell you is that Shan Yu was utterly disgusted through and through.<br /><br />Let us chart Shan Yu's percentage for Ha Ma before and after the telephone conversation.<br /><br />1st minute : 150%<br />2nd minute : 0%<br />3rd minute : -150%<br /><br />Shan Yu's percentage for Ha Ma plummeted dramatically from fantasy to disillusory by the millisecond. He was absolutely convinced that they had no mystery, no chemistry, no telepathy and most importantly, he had no liberty. To be cruelly brutal about it, it was a downright frustrating and irritating one-way conversation.<br /><br />Shan Yu gave half a sigh.<br />*Si--*<br />It was only half a sigh later that he decided to call it quits with Ha Ma.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113171727850739755?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1131700013333890202005-11-11T01:03:00.000-08:002005-11-11T01:06:53.350-08:00Ashton Butcher in my post DSA for TT Training is not Tan Ping Woo.<br />Tan Ping Woo is the hottest hunk in Hollywood so it's not possible that he's Ashton Butcher the butcher in West Coast Market selling pig trotters<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113170001333389020?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1131697341257813002005-11-11T00:04:00.000-08:002005-11-11T05:41:42.856-08:00The 3-second telephone conversation<br /><br />Mulan smiled. Mulan sighed. Mulan smiled. Mulan sighed. Mulan smiled. Mulan sighed.<br />It was in between her smiling and sighing that she realised a full 50 min had gone by without Shan Yu's call.<br />She dialled Shan Yu's number.<br /><br />Mulan: My Prince Charming...?<br />Shan Yu: I'm on the second line now... And Ha Ma ... begged me to reconcile!<br />Mulan: .....<br /><br />When Mulan heard his tender voice, she felt a sharp stab in her heart that people who have never been dazed by love take for a metaphor. Those careless words accentuated the pains so much that she lost her unconscious and conscious self.<br /><br />Let us not chart Mulan's heart-rending agony for it is impossible to fathom...<br /><br />Mulan gazed at her reflection and reflected on this painful moments... with a burning and sinking heart. Everything seemed like a wild and distant dream...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113169734125781300?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1131615725451591952005-11-10T01:14:00.000-08:002005-11-11T00:02:46.446-08:00Two-way Conversation<br /><br />Setting: MSN Messenger 8.0<br /><br />Shan Yu's display name: Prince Charming frm Fairytale Land<br />Mulan's display name : Princess frm Dreamland<br /><br />Prince : yo dude!<br />Princess : yoyo!<br />Princess : check out my blog<br />Prince : k sure thing<br />Princess : can comment?<br />Prince : later can?<br />Princess : ?<br />Prince : i gotta wash dishes first<br />Princess : ...?<br />Prince : and cook rice<br />Prince : haizz :(<br />Princess : heh.<br />Prince : brb, k?<br />Princess : but i gtg soon<br />Prince : ...<br />Princess : mom wanna use com now<br />Prince : call me 5 min frm now<br />Princess : no, u call me<br />Prince : k lah<br /><br />A lovesick Mulan was so smitten by her love for Shan Yu aka Prince aka Elder Brother, that she was dwelling upon the conversation with a totally foreign feeling. She was breathless and distraught, overwhelmed with conflicting emotions.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113161572545159195?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1131612902847632782005-11-10T00:38:00.000-08:002005-11-11T00:04:01.626-08:00The SMS<br /><br />An exuberant Mulan felt a compelling force to SMS Shan Yu. He was a passionate and charming guy. He was a talented man, a very thoughtful man, an extremely humourous man and also the most romantic man.<br />He was a man of too many words, too many songs and too many thoughts...<br /><br />SMS #1. Yo, I'm Mulan aka The Princess.<br />SMS #2. I'm from your guitar class.<br />SMS #3. I'm in love with your charming smile.<br />SMS #4. I've had an unexplicable crush on you.<br />SMS #5. Can you ask me out for a date?<br /><br />Shan Yu was washing the dishes, cooking the rice and scrubbing the toilet bowl when he received Mulan's 5 SMSes.<br /><br />And Mulan gave a series of smiles. Smile. Smile. Smile. Smile. Smile.<br />It was 5 smiles later that she received Shan Yu's reply.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113161290284763278?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1131611153094818042005-11-10T00:15:00.000-08:002005-11-10T00:25:53.116-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/1600/laputa6.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/320/laputa6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Alone for a while I've been searching through the dark,<br />For traces of the love you left inside my lonely heart.<br />To weave by picking up the pieces that remain.<br />Melodies of Life - Love's lost refrain.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113161115309481804?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1131544062265223432005-11-09T05:28:00.000-08:002005-11-10T00:13:06.483-08:00The 3-minute telephone conversation<br /><br />That very night, the flustered Mulan dialled 62353535 to chat with Li Shang. He was working as a part-time delivery guy in Pizza Hut.<br /><br />Mulan : Li Shang...<br />Li Shang : Hmm.<br />Mulan : You there?<br />Li Shang : Ya.<br />Mulan : Say something?<br />Li Shang : What?<br />Mulan : Whatcha doing?<br />Li Shang : Uh...<br />Mulan : Do you wanna talk?<br />Li Shang : .....<br /><br />(3 minutes later)<br /><br />Mulan : Haizz<br />Li Shang : .....<br />Mulan : Haizz<br />Li Shang : .....<br />Mulan : Haizz<br />Li Shang : zzz ..<br /><br />The main problem with Li Shang was that he was a stutterer. All we could tell you is that Mulan was given the silent treatment.<br /><br />Let us chart her percentage for Li Shang before and after the telephone conversation.<br /><br />1st minute : 100%<br />2nd minute : 50%<br />3rd minute : 0%<br /><br />Mulan's percentage for Li Shang plummeted drastically from ecstasy to misery by the second. She was absolutely convinced that they had no mystery, no chemistry and no telepathy. To be brutal about it, it was a downright boring one-way conversation.<br /><br />FIRST IMPRESSIONS CAN OFTEN PROVE ILLUSORY!<br /><br />Mulan gave another series of sighs. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh.<br />It was only 5 sighs later that she decided to SMS Shang Yu.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113154406226522343?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1131284227756153282005-11-06T04:56:00.000-08:002005-11-09T05:27:01.000-08:00The Game Arcade<br /><br />After the movie, Grandma pestered to ride on the kiddie rides. While Grandma was whirling madly in the carousel, Li Shang tried to make small chats with Mulan. He was gesturing desperately and Mulan had another dreaded one-way conversation.<br />"You're a quiet and reserved man, I observe," the enchanted Mulan smiled shyly, gazing deep into his mini eyes. Li Shang gestured hopelessly, trying to get his message across.<br />"Do you wanna go for Neoprint?" Mulan whispered to herself, still smiling shyly, gazing deep into his mini eyes. Mulan was still having this affectionate one-way conversation when at the most critical moment, Grandma fell off from the kiddie ride.<br />After Grandma's unfortunate accident, the trio hobbled to the game arcade.<br />"GunZ!!!" Grandma shrieked maniacally, forgetting her walking stick. She sprinted to the nearest terminal and sat down with a tremendous thump.<br />"I need to kill some people liao!!!" Grandma laughed rapturously as she began gunzing like a freak out of control. "I haven't Gunzed for the past 48 hours!"<br />Ultimately the duo stole that moment to go to the nearest Neoprint booth. Li Shang and Mulan took their first photo together.<br />"Perhaps, this photo will help to jog your memory," Mulan smiled shyly, gazing deep into Li Shang's mini eyes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113128422775615328?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1131275907991183622005-11-06T02:59:00.000-08:002005-11-11T00:00:56.220-08:00The Very Big Date<br /><br />Li Shang was incredibly handsome. He was a handsome man, a man's man, a lady's man and his own man.<br />He was a man of few words. The longest sentence he had ever spoken since he started to babble was,"Wat? Wat?"<br />Mulan was chaperoned by her 75-year-old senile grandmother who strutted around with a bright pink walking stick. Together, the trio met at Unlucky Plaza to catch Barney and friends. Grandma was exceptionally talkative that day.<br />She gave Li Shang an assessing gaze from his gelled hair to his flip-flops. Li Shang was blushing from head to toe.<br />"Li Shang, my handsome grandson-in-law, do you like my walking stick?" she flashed a toothless smile at him.<br />Li Shang mumbled an inaudible reply that sounded like he was having constipation.<br />"Li Shang, my handsome grandson-in-law, do you like my make-up?" she winked wickedly.<br />Li Shang scrutinised Grandma's face (it was as wrinkled as a preserved prune) as though he was studying a Van Gogh masterpiece.<br />Soon it was time for the show. Grandma was in good company. She settled comfortably between Mulan and Li Shang, munching on her purple candy floss and sucking loudly on a gigantic rainbow lollipop.<br />Mulan stole a glance at Li Shang.<br />Mulan stole a second glance.<br />Mulan stole a third glance.<br />By the time Mulan glanced 365 times, the show had ended.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113127590799118362?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1131273950286731412005-11-06T01:53:00.000-08:002005-11-09T05:48:49.973-08:00The SMS<br /><br />Li Shang aka Mini-Eyed Duck received Mulan's one-way conversation while he was clipping his thick, yellow toenails. LS sent 6 SMSes to 1800-X-DENGUE.<br /><br />SMS #1. Yo, I'm Li Shang aka Mini-Eyed Duck<br />SMS #2. I'm from your gym.<br />SMS #3. I'm the gym trainer, in fact.<br />SMS #4. I've had a major crush on you...<br />SMS #5. Can I ask you out for a date?<br /><br />And Mulan grinned until the ends of her mouth met behind. And her heart sank to the bottom of her toes. And she wished it wasn't Li Shang because she had a major crush on Shang Yu, the hunk.<br /><br />SMS #6. Let's get down to business, To defeat the Hunks...<br /><br />And Mulan gave a series of sighs. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh.<br />It was only 500 sighs later that she decided to reply his SMS.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113127395028673141?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1131269774906446752005-11-06T00:56:00.000-08:002005-11-06T01:50:05.010-08:00One-Way Conversation<br /><br />Having worked out in the gym for the whole afternoon, Mulan decided to work out in Cyber Space instead. She went to the nearest cyber-cafe and logged on to MSN Messenger 8.0 to chat with her friends when a unique display name caught her eye. 'Mini-Eyed Duck In The Torture Chamber'<br />She decided to speak to 'Mini-Eyed Duck'.<br />Mulan: Hello, who are you?<br />Mulan: It's basic manners to reply when someone starts a conversation, you know! Are you a guy or a girl? Are you frm my gym? I bet you know who i am so just reply!<br />Mulan: Hello? Anyone there?<br />Mulan: OK! Just tell me whether you are frm the gym or not!<br />Mulan: C'mon! It's not fun having a one-way conversation!<br />Mulan: Me : Hello my name is Mulan.<br />Mulan: You: Ya hi<br />Mulan: Me : Watcha doin'<br />Mulan: You: Nothing and stop bothering me<br />Mulan: Me : I'm so bored!<br />Mulan: You: I said stop bothering me ok?<br />Mulan: Me : Not ok<br />Mulan: You: You are the most irritating person I've ever met on this earth!<br />Mulan: Me : Is there another earth?<br />Mulan: Message me: my handphone no. is 1800-X-DENGUE<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113126977490644675?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1131180806174614122005-11-05T00:38:00.000-08:002005-11-05T00:53:26.190-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/1600/laputa7.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/320/laputa7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I wish upon a star<br />I'm trying to believe<br />That even though he's far<br />He'll find me Christmas Eve<br />I guess that Santa's busy<br />For he never comes around<br />I think of him<br />When Christmas comes to town...<br /><br />Wish List for myself<br /><br />1) I wish to keep all my true friends for the next decades.<br />2) I wish to be more passionate in everything.<br />3) I wish to be wiser and more mature.<br /><br />Wish List for my friend<br /><br />To a highly regarded friend:<br />1) I wish for you to find a smart, sexy and gorgeous girlfriend to share all your passions in life.<br />2) Let us learn to be wiser, and not to put all our eggs in one basket.<br />3) Be who you really want to be.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113118080617461412?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1131175058442470442005-11-04T23:16:00.000-08:002005-11-06T01:39:35.356-08:00Dear Diary (Jan 2005),<br /><br />Well I'm a year older but not any wiser. Whenever I chance upon Ethan, I wonder if things would have ended up otherwise, if I had handled the situation differently.<br />In the meanwhile, the class is teasing me with Hayden. He is one of those guys in the class whom I have no qualms in bullying. I can tell him anything I like straight to his face. Sometimes, he will be offended but he doesn't really hold grudges for a very long time. We also fight, but we always make up again very quickly.<br />The most dreadful news has arrived! A few of us, those from EM2, have to go to 6B for our Chinese class. I just hate it there. I don't know anyone there and I miss my friends in 6E.<br /><br />Dear Diary (Mar 2005),<br /><br />The dreadful feeling of spending an hour or so in 6B is so tormenting! I still long to be back in 6E, with my classmates. Sometimes, I find all kinds of excuses to skip the Chinese class and supplementaries on Monday afternoons.<br />On the other hand, Chinese class in 6B is brightened up by the fact that Hayden is in the same class. He often helps me when I am dumbfounded when Mdm Wong asks me a question (I am usually not paying attention; the lesson is awfully boring) by signalling the answer to me. He also helps me to collect my workbook and worksheets on his own accord, if I miss the Chinese lesson. Before Chinese class starts, we often clown around, making our friends laugh and he tells jokes to cheer me up when I am bored and when I feel like going home.<br />When we are being teased together, he will tease me with Jason. Sometimes, he will keep very, very, very quiet. Many times, when I turn around, I will meet his gaze :)<br />I must have felt far too at ease with Hayden that very often, many times, I no longer watch my words with him. I might be rude and sarcarstic, yelling and snapping at him in class :(<br /><br />Yo, Hayden, if you're reading this, I sincerely apologise for my childishness and immature behaviour. I'm not 12 yet! I'm still a kid! By the way, I still owe you $3. Guess I'll pay you back the coming outing. Heh.<br />PS. Don't keep calling me 'Good girl'. I'm not a dog, OK? Good boy.<br /><br />Dear Diary (July 2005),<br /><br />Just before my prelims, I developed a ridiculous and silly crush on someone from my class. I got into an SMSing frenzy. So much so that, I exceeded my free SMS by 200. At the end of the month when the bill arrived, my handphone was confiscated.<br /><br />Dear Diary (Aug 2005),<br /><br />My handphone was returned and I started SMSing the crush. And I exceeded the free SMS by 150 this time. My parents were furious and the handphone went into the locked drawer despite the excuse that I gave that it was malfunctioning and sending SMSes by itself.<br /><br />Dear Diary (Sep 2005),<br /><br />Just before my PSLE, my handphone was returned for 3 days and confiscated again just because I talked to a friend for 2 minutes! It really isn't fair at all...<br />Anyway, I still certainly detest Chinese class in 6B. If not for Rachel (My best friend), Hayden and JC, I would have gone home at 11.45am sharp, every day. Mdm Wong reprimanded me on those few days that I did turn up,"So you feel like coming then come right?!"<br /><br />Dear Diary (Oct 2005),<br /><br />PSLE is finally over! YAY to the power of 100! I promised myself that I would take a break by going blogging and here I am! By the way, I have unwittingly helped to expose an undercover relationship to light. It made someone extremely happy (the girl) and another someone extremely unhappy (the guy). So confusing. Sigh...<br />Since I'm on MSN Messenger more often than usual, I've made a couple of new friends that I don't usually talk to in school. Hey friends, I'm gonna keep all of your contacts and we shall meet once in a while to have fun. How's that?<br />Going on MSN Messenger and blogging has changed the way I look at almost everything. I look at old friends in a different light now. I guess it doesn't matter very much... does it? Perhaps, this is part of growing up...<br /><br />Dear Diary (Nov 2005),<br /><br />I'm turning 12 this month. It was the ambiguous nature of me to stay away from relationships although it is the talk of the town, sorry, school. Some people are trying to get into a relationship, while others are struggling to get out of one. I'm dazzled by what's goin' on.<br />Amazingly, I'm able to convince myself that my immature mind is not ready for relationships of any sort. Basically, I don't wish to turn good friends into enemies when the relationship goes stale. I'm quite intimidated by the idea of evolving any childish crushes into an unrealistic relationship.<br />Some friends are too precious to be placed at stake, eh?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113117505844247044?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1131107972035837672005-11-04T04:14:00.000-08:002005-11-04T05:02:27.550-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/1600/5.0.jpg"></a>Music: Andrew Lloyd Webber<br />Lyrics: Charles Hart<br /><br />Night time sharpens<br />heightens each sensation...<br />Darkness wakes<br />and stirs imagination<br />Silently the senses<br />abandon their defences<br />Helpless to resist<br />the notes I write<br />For I compose the music of the night...<br /><br />Slowly, gently<br />night unfurls its splendour.<br />Grasp it, sense it ---<br />tremulous and tender<br />Hearing is believing<br />music is deceiving<br />Hard as lighting<br />soft as candlelight<br />dare you trust<br />the music of the night...<br /><br />Close your eyes<br />for your eyes will only tell the truth<br />And the truth<br />isn't what you want to see.<br />In the dark<br />it is easy to pretend<br />that the truth<br />is what it ought to be.<br /><br />Softly, deftly<br />music shall caress you...<br />Hear it, feel it<br />secretly possess you...<br /><br />Open up your mind<br />let your fantasies unwind<br />in this darkness which you know you cannot fight ---<br />the darkness of<br />the music of the night...<br /><br />Close your eyes<br />start a journey through a<br />strange new world!<br />Leave all thoughts<br />of the world<br />you knew before!<br /><br />Close your eyes<br />and let music set you free...<br />Only then<br />can you belong to me...<br /><br />Floating, falling<br />sweet intoxication!<br />Touch me, trust me<br />savour each sensation...<br /><br />Let the dream<br />begin<br />let your darker side<br />give in<br />to the power of<br />the music that I write ---<br />the power of<br />the music of the night...<br /><br />You alone<br />can make my song take flight ---<br />help me make<br />the music of the night...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113110797203583767?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1130998984803139522005-11-02T22:15:00.000-08:002005-11-02T22:23:04.820-08:00A tourist was driving through the countryside with three philosophers. He saw a black sheep, and exclaimed, "So all the sheep in this country are black."<br />"Not so," said the first philosopher. "You saw one sheep that is black. Who knows the colour of the other sheep?"<br />"Not so," said the second philosopher. "You saw one side of a sheep that is black. Who knows what is on the other side?"<br />"Not so," said the third philosopher. "You saw the colour black. Who knows if your eyes can see any other colour?"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113099898480313952?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1130938602833044222005-11-02T05:33:00.000-08:002005-11-02T05:36:42.833-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/1600/totoro1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/320/totoro1.jpg" width="173" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113093860283304422?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1130938200996010052005-11-02T05:06:00.000-08:002005-11-04T05:09:45.620-08:00Dear Diary (Jan 2004),<br /><br />New school term. I look forward to meeting Ethan again! I can't wait for recess so that I can speak to him.<br />In my new sitting arrangement, I'm sitting beside my best friend and Jason. Hayden, Ethan's good friend, is also in my group. Anyway, Jason loves to joke. He will never fail to amuse us... My days are cheered up with this new group of friends! Jason will never run out of jokes... I really enjoy joking around with him.<br />Hayden shows great interest in knowing more about Ethan and I. He usually informs me about Ethan's activities, because they take the same bus home together. In the meanwhile, I believe he also updated Ethan about my activities in class. He seems exceptionally interested in both of us.<br /><br />Dear Diary (May 2004),<br /><br />I didn't go for the P5 School Camp, and neither did Ethan! For 3 full days, we spent our time in the computer labs, doing what we liked. We played Battle-On and Neopets. He even gave me his account username and password! I think I like him. He's very caring towards me. He even offered to help me to carry worksheets for the teacher.<br />He finds opportunities to talk to me and I like his attention. On the 2nd week of May, he told Lina that he likes me. Lina then told me about it. I am rather happy.<br />A few days later, he wrote me a note, confessing his feelings for me. I AM OVERJOYED!!!<br />And I lost some sleep.<br />I didn't reply him until I received his third letter. I called him, not to write 'I love you' on his letters, probably because 'love' is a very strong word. I prefer him to use the word 'like' instead.<br /><br />Dear Diary (June 2004),<br /><br />It's the June hols' again. However, I'm still meeting Ethan and he continues to pass me the letters. We meet 2 times a week. We attend the same tuition centre together....<br /><br />Dear Diary (Aug 2004),<br /><br />I just don't understand why Ethan starts bugging me about my activities in my class. He even goes to the extent of teasing me with Jason. During the choir training for the SCO, he always hangs around me, bugging me again and again: who I like and who I usually talk to. I told him that I usually talked to my group members, Jason and Hayden etc. I'm not ladylike at all. I don't act like a porcelain doll. I often get into trouble with the Discipline Master, receiving punishments and other stuff.<br />Ethan, as usual, continues sending me letters, confessing that he still likes me. However, his teasing has gone overboard.<br /><br />Dear Diary (Oct 2004),<br /><br />In the hall, Ethan passed me a letter. The content was about Jason and I having ***. I felt very hurt and insulted. I showed the letter to Jason, who immediately suggested reporting the matter to the DM.<br />DM summoned the 3 of us into his office and he made an investigation. Ethan was soon in tears and the DM suspended his prefectorial status. I feel very upset: Have I done the correct thing by reporting the matter to the DM?<br /><br />Dear Diary (Nov 2004),<br /><br />I don't receive anymore letters from Ethan. I have stopped liking Ethan because I realise if he doesn't respect me, he will not have a place in my heart.<br /><br />Dear Diary (Dec 2004),<br /><br />I don't miss Ethan at all! In fact, I'm looking forward to the new school year, with a fresh new start...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113093820099601005?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1130935111925047382005-11-02T04:36:00.000-08:002005-11-02T05:05:52.046-08:00Dear Diary (Jan 2003),<br /><br />I'm so glad! Ethan is in the same class as me again! Yay! We are sitting together again. Terence teases Ethan and me all the time. But I don't really mind because I think he's the nicest boy in class. We're still in choir, and I realise that he's in the same house as I am. We have to do hall and recess duties together too! He's really a nice boy to work with. :)<br /><br />Dear Diary (April 2003),<br /><br />Mrs Chow has shortlisted 5 pupils to go for the WITS programme. They are Ethan, Jason, Kevin, Angeline and I. Mr Chan is the teacher-in-charge, and he appointed me to be the leader, but I decided to let Ethan be the leader. I'm the assistant leader instead. We meet on Mondays and Saturdays. I look forward to the meetings because I have a great time there! Ethan and I are the only 2 working on the projects, while the rest are playing games on the computers. But I don't mind, anyway. Ethan and I will contact each other over the phone to discuss about the projects and presentations.<br />On Saturday mornings, we'll be there 45min early before the meeting, just Ethan and I, to work on everything. It seems that only 2 of us are sharing the workload. However, I didn't complain... I really enjoy working with him! He's really patient and always gives in to me. The other guys always argue with me, while Ethan will defend me.<br />By the way, the choir members are training very hard for the SYF. Ethan and I see each other almost everyday after school hours.<br /><br />Dear Diary (Nov 2003),<br /><br />Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Ethan is not going to the same class as me next year. I'll start missing him.<br /><br />Dear Diary (Dec 2003),<br /><br />I really miss Ethan very, very much. *sniff*<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113093511192504738?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1130934832673205972005-11-02T04:23:00.000-08:002005-11-02T04:38:56.210-08:00This is a tale about love, innocent love, but it is also a tale about emotions. It's a tale about everything, about dreams, about growing up...<br /><br />Dear Diary (June 2002)<br /><br />It's easy to like someone. I'm eight this year. Mummy thinks that I'm a naive, innocent and a happy sweet young thing. Life is full of surprises, excitements, and it even seems adventurous sometimes...!<br /><br />Dear Diary (August 2002)<br /><br />Ethan always copies what I say. It's so irritating! I wanted to ask Miss Lee to change my sitting position, because he always copies all my work. At the same time, I also enjoy my choir practices with him since P2. He's a very good boy who doesn't bully me. Other boys bully me all the time and I always get into trouble because I fight with them. I HATE BOYS!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113093483267320597?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1130772248245648582005-10-31T07:21:00.000-08:002005-10-31T07:24:08.246-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/1600/totoro4.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/320/totoro4.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113077224824564858?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1130772037925031592005-10-31T07:14:00.000-08:002005-10-31T07:20:37.926-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/1600/totoro3.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/320/totoro3.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />If it were not for hopes, the heart would break...<br /><br />Hope is the positive mode of awaiting the future...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113077203792503159?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1130742163155204922005-10-30T22:48:00.000-08:002005-10-30T23:06:34.286-08:00Setting: MSN Messenger 7.5<br /><br />***Confession In Progress***<br /><br />Girl #2: I love you. Do you love me?<br />Guy #2: .....<br />Girl #2: I love you leh.<br />Guy #2: .....<br />Girl #2: I love you very much. Are you there?<br />Guy #2: Ya...<br />Girl #2: DO YOU LOVE ME ?????<br />Guy #2: .....<br />Girl #2: Answer me! DO YOU LOVE ME ???<br />Girl #2: Oi<br />Guy #2: Wat lar<br />Guy #2: I playing Maple lar!<br />Girl #2: I still love you... I still love you very much... Do you love me?<br />Guy #2: .....<br />Girl #2: Oi oi oi oi oi oi oi oi oi oi oi oi oi oi oi ........<br />Guy #2: .....<br />Girl #2: I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU.........<br />***Guy #2 has left the conversation window***<br /><guy><guy><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113074216315520492?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1130736429113942262005-10-30T21:21:00.000-08:002005-10-30T22:48:51.850-08:00Setting: MSN Messenger 7.5<br /><br />***Interrogation In Progress***<br /><br />Guy #1: Who do you like?<br />Guy #1: Say, say, say, say, say, say...............<br />Girl #1: I dun like any1 la<br />Guy #1: U like somebody, rite?<br />Girl #1: NO!<br />Guy #1: Who do you like?!<br />Girl #1: FINE i like 3 ppl: me myself and I<br />Guy #1: dun even THINK of saying that! Who u like, really!!!<br />Girl #1: ...<br />Guy #1: Well?<br />Girl #1: I really dun like any1 la.<br />Guy #1: C'mon! I don't believe hor.<br />Girl #1: Ayah. Den u wan me to say who?!<br />Guy #1: It's up to you...<br />Girl #1: I REALLY DON'T LIKE ANYONE !!!!!!!<br />Guy #1: Oh really?<br />Girl #1: YA! den who you like la?<br />Guy #1: You know.... My dearest, precious, prettiest, loveliest **********<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113073642911394226?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1130684455844375342005-10-30T06:59:00.000-08:002005-10-31T00:00:02.360-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/1600/Laputa1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/200/Laputa1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/1600/sr5.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/1600/sr1.jpg"></a>They say it takes a minute to find a special person,<br />an hour to appreciate them,<br />a day to love them,<br />but an entire life to forget them.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113068445584437534?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1130681539927237952005-10-30T05:25:00.000-08:002005-10-30T21:27:57.220-08:00It wasn't after all...<br />I tossed and turned on my bed, feeling the cool metal of my handphone against my cold and clammy palm. I had been waiting for Lucius' reply for the past half hour. My pillow was damp and cold from my tears...<br />I pushed the buttons on my handphone again. 'W-h-a-t-a-r-e-y-o-u-d-o-i-n-g-?' I typed.<br />'I-h-a-v-e-b-e-e-n-w-a-i-t-i-n-g-f-o-r-y-o-u-r-r-e-p-l-y-.' I continued and sent the SMS to Lucius, with bated breath.<br />After waiting for another hour for his reply, I could take it no longer. This miserable and painful relationship seemed too much for me to bear. It was a slow, grilling mental torture; the thought of Lucius spending so much time with Isabel filled my every thought. A part of me wanted, desperately, to end this ridiculous relationship, but I knew I still loved him and I could never bear the thought of never hearing from him again. I was completely disillusioned.<br />I dialled my best friend's number from my home phone.<br />"...Hello?" Jamie's sleepy voice drifted over.<br />"......." My tears welled up. The warm, salty tears were coming down thick and fast, nearly blinding me. I bit my lip hard, trying to control my sobbing.<br />"Ashley, is that you? What's wrong?"<br />"It's Lucius..." I could hardly bear to speak of his name, the name of the guy I once and still idolised. The one who loved me... or so, I thought.<br />"What's up with Lucius? It's just been 3 months... What happened?" Jamie implored.<br />"Remember that night when he confessed his liking for me? He messaged me that night. We were soon sending love messages to and fro... until a month ago, he stopped," I choked on my sobs.<br />"Initially, I didn't sense that anything was amiss. Not till... a month ago... I received his last message... he would not have as much time for me. He was busy," my voice was barely a whisper.<br />I paused, the unpleasant memories overwhelming my tired, confused brain.<br />Lucius had signed up for a Budding Playwrights' Project with another girl in his class. Isabel, the top in their level, was smart, witty and pretty. In fact, I believed, she was the ideal girlfriend any guy would like to have.<br />They literally spent their after-school hours together, corresponding via handphones, SMSes, MSN... working on their project for the past month...<br />Just then, the loud, jarring message alert pierced the cold, lonely silence bearing down upon me.<br />I fumbled for my handphone, a spark of hope surging through me.<br />'Call me now.' the message read. It was from Lucius.<br />My heart skipped a beat and a lump formed in my throat, inducing this tingling sensation of new found hope.<br />I mumbled a hurried goodbye to Jamie and dialled Lucius' number with trembling fingers.<br />It seemed like ages before I heard his cold and deadpan voice, confirming my worst nightmare and the unbearable truth that I had always refused to face.<br />"...I don't like you anymore. Please stop bothering me, OK?!" And the line went dead.<br />I stared into the mirror, taking in my bloodshot eyes and pale, gaunt face.<br />It was as if I heard Jamie's soothing voice," Get a life, Ashley! Move on! Lucius isn't everything. He's not worth..."<br />Perhaps, it was really time to move on...<br /><br />End Credits: A.N.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113068153992723795?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1130662706329217742005-10-30T01:17:00.000-08:002005-10-30T01:02:42.626-08:00Sunday School In The Morning<br /><br />Joshua, the sissy guy in my church had been sitting beside me right through the whole SS lesson. In the midst of the teacher's lesson, I heard a throaty sound from the guy beside me. I glanced under the table to check if it were a croaking warty toad that had strayed from the West Coast pond. Without much difficulty, I soon, made a connection between the croak and the nasty noise that was coming from Joshua's throat.<br />"... that guy on the workbook's your boyfriend,"he croaked wickedly, with a voice so raspy it made me feel like clearing my own throat.<br />"..........................................................................."<br />I decided to divert my attention to Diana who was sitting on my left, as the croaking continued.<br /><br />Catechism Class In The Afternoon<br /><br />Rev. Peter Teo was preaching on the topic of The Cross. During the slideshow, there were some gory pictures adapted from The Passion Of Christ, showing Jesus' suffering and crucification. It was rated M18, I guess, because Rev. Peter Teo suggested another girl and I to close our eyes.(I'm the youngest in the class and that girl could be in upper secondary)<br />I peeked out at the gory slides and found them totally un-distasteful, while that girl turned her seat around to face the back of the class.<br />It was not long ago that I watched the DVD Saving Private Ryan, which was also rated *** for its war violence. Yes, I certainly witnessed all the blood and gore of the movie, but I was still able to stomach my dinner.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113066270632921774?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1130573963065196692005-10-29T00:10:00.000-07:002005-11-09T05:48:09.863-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/1600/Ryu%20Face.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="188" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/320/Ryu%20Face.jpg" width="247" border="0" /></a><br />I've been stalking the Pretty Poster Neighbour Boy from Block 717, Clementi West St 2, #03-149, Singapore 120717.<br />'Ashton Butcher' possesses such a movie star air around him that he makes a table tennis table look like a table tennis table.<br />After several months of stalking him, I've generated his bio-data:<br /><br />#1. Korean actor Won Bin look alike.<br />#2. Height: 1.7m<br />#3. Weight: 63kg<br />#4. School: Clementi Town Secondary School (Famous for 'mei nu')<br />#5. Academic level: Sec 3, Best Class (Triple Science)<br />#6. CCA: Table Tennis Captain: For All Girls Team Only!<br />#7. Linguistic Skill: English, Mandarin, All dialects and a good command of colourful expletives.<br />#8. Star Sign: Cancer<br />#9. Birthday: July 21<br />#10. Girlfriends: Angela, Belinda, Cassandra, Daphne, Eugenia, Fionn, Geraldine, Heather, Ivena, Jolene, Keziah, Linda, Michelle, Natalie, Olinda, Pearly, Quincy, Rachel, Sheryl, Trisha, Una, Valerie, Wendy, Xarina, Yimu and ZhiZhen.<br /><br />APPLICATION PROCESS: --> No application form required. Walk-In interview only.<br /><br />So, my friend, Eustacia, who is equipped with a super-model face, decided to apply for the DSA for Ashton's personal TT training. I accompanied her.<br />That day, Eustacia spent 5h dolling herself up, carrying a Prada bag and matching Prada leather boots.<br /><br />SELECTION PROCESS:--> Terms and Conditions:<br />#1. Super-model looks, like those of Angelina Jolie, Jessica Alba, Jennifer Aniston etc. etc. etc.<br />#2. At least 1.65m tall to match Ashton's 1.7m frame (so that you are at his eye level)<br />#3. Best in all subjects in school.<br />#4. Allow Ashton to have access to all your handphone contacts, MSN contacts, e-mail account, personal bank account, investment account, piggy bank account, ATM card PIN, Visa/Credit Cards etc. etc. etc.<br />#5. Available 24h a day, 7 days a week, 52 weeks a year to be on standby for training (he might call you anytime, anywhere, anyhow)<br />#6. Expected to SMS him hourly to confess your affection and fidelity. Example: I love you ONLY forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever...<br />#7. Cannot talk to any guys, look at any guys, think of any guys, wish for any guys, write about any guys, SMS to any guys, blog about any guys, dream about any guys except Ashton, your dad, grand dad and great grand dad.<br />#8. Able to play at least 5 musical instruments and submit your original ABRSM certificate for his safekeeping.<br /><br />INTERVIEW:--> I requested for an interview even though I didn't apply.<br /><br />I was ushered into a very cluttered office cum bedroom while Eustacia decided to redo all her make-up. I took in all the details in his room. His computer had a full screen webcam with different super-model faces popping up to talk to him. And 5 handphones (Nokia 7610, Sony Ericsson W800i, Motorola V3, Samsung E530C, Panasonic SA6) were ringing with different melodious message alerts, never once stopping.<br />At one corner, I noticed a very soft and huggable bolster with the bolster case that read 'Romantic Mood' with a maple leaf motif.<br /><br />"Hmm... This is just a formality, the interview... I'll give you an assessment right now. Your score will be out of 10."<br />"You've failed very badly in your looks department..."<br />"You're far too short for me! How can I look at you at eye-level?!"<br />"Well, you can only play the recorder?"<br />"No handphone? No MSN account? No e-mail account? No bank account? No..."<br /><br />Before he could finish, I whacked him with his 'romantic mood' bolster and stormed out of his office.<br /><br />Eustacia received a call that night, her status is still on his Waiting List... She will be informed of her acceptance tentatively on the 24 November 2005......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113057396306519669?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1130568025691481952005-10-28T23:38:00.000-07:002005-10-28T23:54:21.776-07:00Quote #1:<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/1600/Picture(19).0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="65" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/320/Picture%2819%29.0.jpg" width="79" border="0" /></a><br />Happiness ... is achieved only by making others happy. <img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="120" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/320/Picture%284%29.0.jpg" width="267" border="0" /><br /><br />Quote #2:<br /><br />One of the things I keep learning is that the secret of being happy is doing things for other people.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113056802569148195?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1130567870670154242005-10-28T23:32:00.000-07:002005-10-28T23:37:50.670-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/1600/Picture(11).0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" height="198" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/320/Picture%2811%29.0.jpg" width="252" border="0" /></a><br />Quote:<br /><br />True happiness ... arises, in the first place, from the enjoyment of one's self, and in the next, from the friendship and conversation of a few selected companions.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113056787067015424?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1130567305261384962005-10-28T23:21:00.000-07:002005-10-28T23:28:25.263-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/1600/Picture(21).jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" height="239" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/400/Picture%2821%29.jpg" width="322" border="0" /></a><br />Another quote:<br /><br />There is only one way in happiness, and that is to cease worrying about things which are beyond the power of our will. Prayer changes things.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113056730526138496?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1130566830816396582005-10-28T23:13:00.000-07:002005-10-29T00:10:41.756-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/1600/Picture(8).jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" height="191" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7771/1623/320/Picture%288%29.jpg" width="284" border="0" /></a><br />Here's a quote:<br /><br />Happiness comes from loving than being loved, and often when our affection seems wounded, it is only our vanity bleeding. To love, and to be hurt often, and to love again--- this is the brave and happy life.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113056683081639658?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1130507060288098362005-10-28T05:55:00.000-07:002005-10-28T07:12:26.830-07:00My mother received a call at dawn; it was an emergency she had to attend to in JB. She took the first bus to visit her long lost hamster. My dad had been out of town since last week so I would be left at home, all by myself. I FEARED BEING HOME ALONE after watching The Maid, Dark Water, Incredible Tales etc.<br />I remembered my 2 buddies, Seth and Keith, the not-so-identical twins who were living in the same block.<br />I rang them up the moment my mother left. Keith, with tousled hair, came down in his creased and stripy pyjamas and his matching bunny bedroom slippers.<br />Seth came down 1 second later. He was the most charming guy I had ever seen. He had been my crush since I cut my first tooth. He had the latest and the most trendy haircut in town and was wearing a well-pressed Polo Lauren shirt and a pair of Levi jeans. He even smelt of perfumed talcum, which I found irresistable...<br />Keith, as usual, stepped into the living room, bleary-eyed. He gave a loud yawn, a snort and a fart before settling down in front of the PlayStation 2.<br />Seth, with his most dashing smile, started small talk. "Tell me who you like," he said, quizzically.<br />"Uh..." I stammered."You've been harping on that question since you learnt how to speak!"<br />"Say who you like! Who you like? Who you like? Who you like?" the lilt in his voice almost turned my knees to jelly.<br />"Fine! I like 3 people: Me, Myself and I!" I grinned cheekily.<br />He shrugged and turned on my CD player, helping himself to the rickety CD rack.<br />"Can I play the MOL now?" he asked, turning it to the maximum volume. In no time at all, I was singing along with the player in the background, at 5.45am in the morning.<br />After what I assumed was 2 hours of singing a duet with Seth, he decided to listen to Eyes On Me.<br />And it was another 2 hours later before he decided to switch to Tong Hua. Besides the CD player blasting away, I was also tinkling on my piano, relishing every moment that was spent mauling our favourites... *_'<br />In the meanwhile, Keith had been switching from his gameboy to my PS2's Final Fantasy 9 to GunZ.<br />Seth and I watched the April Snow DVD trailer, with its theme song, The Road.<br />"There! You bear a great resemblance to the lead actor, BYJ." I pointed out, pausing that particular scene. The great Korean star exudes such charm that I had also observed in Seth lately.<br />"Look, I like your smile... Just like BYJ,"I said, admiring Seth's good looks, just 1cm away from his face.<br />"That's nice..."he flashed yet another lady-killing smile, turning my knees from jelly to melted jelly.<br />I could hardly take my eyes away from his OMG smile before I realised I hadn't brushed my crooked yellow teeth.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113050706028809836?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1130503842496822292005-10-28T05:06:00.000-07:002005-10-28T05:50:42.513-07:00"I've got an appointment at 12.30pm," I told my mom over the breakfast table, while helping myself to the 7th pancake and 3rd jugful of maple syrup.<br />My mother's face turned as dark as the thunderclouds looming outside.<br />"Look at the overcast sky. I suggest you stay indoors to finish your cross-stitch," she suggested as I scowled at the thought of the cross-stitch I had started since K2.<br />I compromised to bring the cross-stitch along for the appointment. My mother relented but her face was a mile long and sour enough to can pickles.<br />Ah Bae, Ah Yong, Ah Jun, Sumiko and Sawako were already waiting for me at the Breadtalk Entrance at Jurong Point. Ah Bae, who is the 'lao da', snapped,"Buy ticket now liao. Later no more seats liao."<br />We meekly complied and tagged behind him, as he trooped around in circles. I think it was 20min later that we finally arrived at the booking counter. Ah Bae, who claimed to be an expert ticket-booker, booked an extra 2 tickets. Everyone unwittingly paid up.<br />The 3 guys, who are over-zealous, enthusiastic, football fans, stood up and cheered loudly during the movie GOAL!, oblivious to the fact that they were in the cinema and not in front of their TVs. I suppressed a yawn and whipped out my cross-stitch, trying to kill my time.<br />Sumiko played with her handphone games and Sawako started to trim her fingernails in the dark.<br />Ah Bae shouted," Goal liao! Goal liao! Goal goal liao!" And I noticed a $50 note change hands.<br />Ah Yong cursed loudly,"Wah lao eh... Liverpool so lan leh!"And there went his $50 allowance for the following week.<br />Ah Jun grinned and exclaimed,"Lucky I never bet lor. If not I also lose."<br />An angry man stood up, glaring at us. He claimed to be from MOE and demanded for our particulars. We took turns to give the names of our school, our class, our form teacher, our principal, our vice-principal, our class monitor and monitress, our head prefect, our assistant head-prefect, the top in class and the bottom in class, the toilet aunties, the canteen aunties and the name of the stray cat.......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113050384249682229?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1130496085318882452005-10-28T01:54:00.000-07:002005-10-28T04:50:54.356-07:00We met at Jurong Entertainment Centre some weeks ago to catch the movie Corpse Bride. Juno, Jessie and Matthew were hanging out with me. Juno, the one with a chiselled face and a smile enough to make any girl swoon, was particularly estactic when Jessie came along.<br />Juno spoke with a fake lilt in his voice and gazed tenderly into Jessie's eyes, as he whispered sweet nothings. He has had a crush on Jessie since he was in diapers (they shared the same babysitter since infancy). In my opinion, Juno was not making his $7 ticket worthwhile: He was watching his Future Bride instead of the movie Corpse Bride. :D<br />Juno insisted on sitting beside Jessie in the dark; I had no choice but to sit beside Matthew, a national rugby player who has a boorish look and stands head and shoulders above everyone else in the cinema. I certainly pity the lil' boy sitting on a booster sit who ended up standing on it, craning his neck to catch the show. Calculating Matthew's height percentile is a tremendous feat. I guess the calculator malfunctioned 'cause it showed a whopping 111%!<br />I didn't get to finish the show because Matthew tipped his Coke on me and his popcorn on himself. I whacked him out of his seat and emptied the remaining popcorn over him. *Sigh*<br />My $550 dress from Milan that I bought last month had been ruined. AARGH...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113049608531888245?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1130244364839547242005-10-25T05:22:00.000-07:002005-10-25T05:49:16.576-07:00Today I skipped school and went out with my parents! Not a very good example, I guess, for a prefect, but I enjoyed myself thoroughly!<br />I went to Seiyu and had my lunch first thing, nearly choking on my miso soup as the powder stuck to my throat.<br />Subsequently, I came across a magazine with Bae Yong Joon on its front cover, obviously advertising for the movie 'April Snow'! I, being the greatest fan of BYJ, have collected a series of his posters in various poses strewn and taped over my bedroom wall. I begged and grovelled for $5 from my mom to purchase the magazine, only to find that it covered a miserable 2 pages on BYJ. I WAS DECEIVED!!! *sob*<br />After that, my parents and I took a train down to City Hall and went to Raffles City. You know, there's this cute little shop in Raffles City selling an assortment of trinkets and I had set my eyes on this snow globe with a snow angel inside... I've been fascinated with that for ages and everytime I go to Raffles City, I spend a great deal of time just staring at the snow globe on the revolving glass panel... However, its cost of $1288 is far beyond my budget of $12.88. *Grins sheepishly*<br />As for the weird blog title, there is a reason behind it after all. I went to HMV in City Link and saw 2 of Ocean's CDs. I was just about to pay for them, when I saw the DVD, 'A lot like love', which stars Ashton Kutcher, whom I totally idolise! My mom asked me to choose between Ocean and Ashton, so I chose the latter over the former...<br />You know... I spent half an hour trying to decide between the 2 and even consulted my good friends on such a minor decision as this, while my parents waited impatiently and grumbled about food courts being crowded.<br />As a final touch to the day's end, I bought a mocca with extra whipped cream from Starbucks and sat down on the bench opposite 2 lovebirds. They were simply oblivious to the surroundings! I sat there, gaping like a goldfish, as their acts progressed from PG to PG13 to NC16 and before it could be rated M18, my mother dragged me away...<br />Heh.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113024436483954724?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1130148367725389632005-10-24T02:37:00.000-07:002005-10-24T03:12:30.286-07:00OK, I feel like I'm in the mood for writing some romantic stories and stuff... Especially after I smashed my piggy bank and spent my last cents on a melting ice-cream! Believe it or not! *Groan* Guess I'd better attend some 'save-your-money' classes... Anyone knows of one?<br />We were walking down the empty, deserted street in silence. Having watched the late-night horror movie, Lucius decided to walk me home. I tried hard to supress all thoughts of the third kind slipping around the corner and concentrate on the walk home.<br />Lucius was the guy I was so totally in love with. He seemed so handsome, in the pale moonlight, his chestnut coloured locks of hair, and his loping gait. My heart was thumping so wildly against my ribcage that I was afraid that he would be able to hear it. The movie was replaying in my mind... I could never, ever forget one frightening part where I nearly jumped out of my seat and his hand closed over mine... as if in assurance he would always be there...<br />However, I forced such thoughts out of my head, and pressed myself to believe that this guy would never fall in love with such an ordinary girl like me. Besides, there had been recent rumours that he liked my best friend.<br />I mustered my courage and continued shuffling down the street and wandered past the orange pool of light from the streetlamp. He suddenly paused for a while and stood right in front of me. "I like you, Ashley!" Lucius blurted out, his brown eyes shimmering in the lamplight.<br />I was lost for words. Perhaps, it was just a wild, romantic dream in which I would find myself clutching the bedsheets in seconds... Perhaps, he had been saying how much he enjoyed the movie. I stared at him. He was looking at me, but somehow, I could not meet his gaze. I felt so vulnerable, when I looked at him, as if I were afraid my eyes would betray how deeply I felt for him.<br />He lifted my chin so that I faced him. "I like you..." he began again. "Do you like me?" A lump formed in my throat and somehow, it would not let the words through. A strange, gasping voice spoke, and I wasn't even sure that it was mine. "I like you too, Lucius..."<br />The thunder rumbled in the distance and the raindrops began to spatter down.<br />"Oh dear, I haven't brought an umbrella..." Lucius murmured with a sheepish grin.<br />"Neither have I," I replied, equally embarrassed. He reached out for my hand and all I felt as we rushed through the rain, was that of his warm body pressing against mine. I knew not where I was going, or what I was saying, for all I said and did were in absent-mindedness. When we reached the bus-stop, it was the first time I could look into his warm brown eyes and listen to his deep voice. And somehow, I knew he was the one... and it would be only the beginning of a life-long romance.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113014836772538963?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962188.post-1130060956218378932005-10-23T02:40:00.000-07:002005-10-23T02:49:16.223-07:00Today I went to church and had the greatest time ever!<br />...Well, 1 of my friends fell against the table and had a black eye... so she had to wear sunglasses. We kept laughing anyway, that's why I enjoy going to church sooooo much =)<br />Anyway, Rachel sat beside Bram and I think they were like writing notes to each other on their workbooks. I tried to glimpse what they were writing, but I couldn't. Heh.<br />Last thing. When we were praying, we were supposed to thank God for something, which could be anything at all, some of us just said, " Thank you, God, for letting me live till now"<br />Whoa! Blasphemy! But it's quite funny, so a little joke can be pardoned... eh?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962188-113006095621837893?l=icecream-stix.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088158055755954990noreply@blogger.com1