In the final hours of this year, I'm spending it in quite an irritable mood.


Well, considering I spent the whole day, since noon till near 9 pm doing maths, geog and econs at the airport, I'm pretty tired now. The last thing I want now is to be disturbed. But my parents just don't get that. Heck, I know they care. But they never learn that for the years I've been schooling, since Sec 3 onwards, I'm tired when I get back from school. And I talk very little when I'm tired. Some things just never change.


So tomorrow's a new year, but nothing's changed. The trees are as green, the neighbourhood's as quiet, the house still full of mosquitoes, the school's still full of stupid people, maybe even more. But weird thing is, as you look around as the present, nothing's changing. But suddenly, ironically, everything's changed. It's scary.


On a lighther note, I can't believe I listened to the Perfect 10 top 110 the whole day, ok maybe not from 110 itself, but from 99 onwards. That's a long time. I must be really crazy. And I finally got myself a new ring. A little bigger than the one I had, but nonetheless its something new and nice. That's a treat for myself after such a year in 2004.


Let me end this year with a nice bath. And I've updated my profile in Friendster. I'm that bored.


Cheers to all, find joy in whatever we can.


I resolve to cry at least once next year.


Happy new year all. I'm too lazy to send smses.


Till again.

Photos galore!



This is the Band BBQ aka Sec 4 farewell..


That's the DMs(ex and future I think.), and the BMAs(present and future)


That's Farah singing or being unglam..


Huge Euge and me..


and that's my section being "cool". Haha.

Link to album here..


and while the Juxtapose! photos are being uploading, let me blog about how I'm wearing my glasses with only one side on. I desperately need new glasses. Like I need contact lens solution too.. darn.



The Mjcsb Trumpet section that I'm in.


The lone rose..


And Juling and Me.


Yeap, Juxtapose! is over and the pics are up. Most of them are my section pics la. Nothing much. Thanks all that turned up. But I think some didn't in the end. Wonder how much must I pay for them. Double darn.. any comments on the concert? And thanks for all the flowers, but as much as I got, it could never rival Juling's big big bouquet of lilies and others. So unfair.

And I'm too lazy to caption them. Who's willing to do them?
Link to album here~


Homework time. Really, high time I got down to finish it up.


Till again.

I feel a piece of tissue paper.


Instructions to use:

Pick up when sad, crying or when in need, use, crumple, discard.


I need a tissue paper soon. Sniffing sniffling away. Flu la.


Anyway, last night's party was fun while it lasted. Loved the ham esp. And the spag.


Band bbq later. Photos galore. Will be late though.

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Since singtel is lagging like hell.


Christmas Greetings to all.


Especially:
J, Aaron, Juling, Vivian, Chong Hu, Zat, Roy and Joan, Alan, Vic and Farah, Benny, Sihui, TWE cornet section, MJCSB Trumpets and all who reads this. Really, I actually mean it.


Back to maths then.


Till again.

I'll blog very slowly this time.


Currently, I'm chatting on msn, listening to some xmas carols on Central, and trying to do my homework at the same time..oh, not forgetting blogging.


from talkingcock.com.. bored bored la.


Signs that you’re going to have a blue, blue Christmas…

1. Your letter to Santa comes back with a handwritten note: “Wait long-long!”

2. Your present is ticking.

3. You’re not on Santa’s “Naughty” or “Nice” lists – you’re on his “Si Gin Nah” list.

4. You wake up on Christmas Day and see the words “He sees you when you’re sleeping” written in blood on your wall.

5. The only party invitation he brings you is for the People’s Action Party.

6. When you sit on his lap, he growls, “Eh, Pooi eh! Faster get off!”

7. Next to your presents is a bill for shipping, handling and GST.

8. You see Mommy doing more than just kissing Santa Claus.

9. You actually get two front teeth for Christmas.

10. And they’re not yours.

11. There’s a bunch of elves outside your door who says their “Tua Tao” wants to “settle” with you.

12. The reindeer all start sniggering when you open the box of chocolate chips he left you.

13. When he sees you, he doesn’t go “Ho! Ho! Ho!”, he nods meaningfully and says, “Nehmine…”

14. He doesn’t turn up personally. He sends that other guy who likes dressing up in red and white.

15. He gives your children toys that make sounds like a car alarm going off.

16. On Christmas Eve, he comes to your house – and takes stuff.

17. No presents – but there’s a reindeer head hanging outside your front door and sheets of paper with your photo and IC number pasted all over your void deck.


Oh, and I just had my stitches removed. Exciting.

Merry Xmas. But I still don't see what's so merry about it.


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Christmas is coming. And it means nuts to me.


For one, my family don't celebrate it. So its not a difference to any other day in the world actually.

Next, it marks the near end of the year. Which actually sucks since I'm still stranded with unfinished homework, like any other student around. Erm, normal student that is like me.

When its end of the year, I tend to slow down and brood over things.

Over what? Over the events that has passed this whole year. For a moment there, I was actually contemplating on an adjective for the word "year". This year hasn't been easy, and neither do I think next year is going to be any much better.

The fresh JC year has ended, and looking back, I think I'm pretty much a flop. No great achievements, no big bang, no whoop-dee-doos. Procrastinations, disappointments and all that angsty stuff.


So besides all that, somehow, my pals are having a party. I'm broke and I haven't gotten anyone any cards. Deep shit if you ask me. Now I'm gonna be branded as cheapskate, scrooge or what not. But I guess the real reason I get people cards would be to tell them thanks for this whole year. So if people who never recieved a card from me, no thanks for you. Heh.


And yesterday was Dawn's birthday. Happy birthday again.


So deck the halls (not my hall definitely) with boughs of holly and what nots you can find from your store room that makes it look christmasy or whatever.


"You've got the music in you
Don't let go
You've got the music in you
One dance left
This world is gonna pull through
Don't give up
You've got a reason to live
Can't forget
you only get what you give"

- New Radicals : You Get What You Give


One of the better advices in life.


Till again.

Finally, a decent foward email that is actually worthy to read. Not like those trash often sent..



The old woman sat in the back seat of the magenta convertible as it careened down the highway, clutching tightly the plastic bag on her lap, afraid it might be kidnapped by the wind.

She was not used to such speed. With trembling hands she pulled the seat belt tighter but was careful not to touch the patent leather seats with her calloused fingers. Her daughter had warned her not to dirty it: 'Fingerprints show very clearly on white, Ma.'

Her daughter, Bee Choo, was driving and talking on her sleek silver mobile >>phone using big words the old woman could barely understand. 'Finance', 'liquidation', 'assets', 'investments'. Her voice was crisp and important and had an unfamiliar lilt to it. Her Bee Choo sounded like one of those foreign girls on television. She was speaking in an American accent. The old lady clucked her tongue in disapproval.

'I absolutely cannot have this. We have to sell!' Her daughter exclaimed agitatedly as she stepped on the accelerator; her perfectly manicured fingernails gripping onto the steering wheel in irritation.

'I can't DEAL with this anymore!' she yelled as she clicked the phone shut and hurled it angrily towards the back seat. The mobile phone hit the old woman on the forehead and nestled soundlessly into her lap. She calmly picked it up and handed it to her daughter.

'Sorry, Ma,' she said, losing the American pretense and switching to Mandarin. 'I have a big client in America. There have been a lot of problems.' The old lady nodded knowingly. Her daughter was big and important.

Bee Choo stared at her mother from the rear view mirror, wondering what she was thinking. Her mother's wrinkled countenance always carried the same cryptic look. The phone began to ring again, an artificially cheerful digital tune, which broke the awkward silence.

'Hello Beatrice! Yes, this is Elaine.'

Elaine. The old woman cringed. I didn't name her Elaine. She remembered her daughter telling her how an English name was very important for 'networking', Chinese ones being easily forgotten.

'Oh no, I can't see you for lunch today. I have to take the Ancient Relic to the temple for her weird daily prayer ritual.'

Ancient Relic. The old woman understood perfectly it was referring to her. Her daughter always assumed that her mother's silence meant she did not comprehend. 'Yes, I know! My car seats will be reeking of joss sticks!'

The old woman pursed her lips tightly, her hands gripping her plastic bag in defence. The car curved smoothly into the temple courtyard. It looked almost garish next to the dull sheen of the ageing temple's roof. The old woman got out of the back seat and made her unhurried way to the main hall. Her daughter stepped out of the car in her business suit and stilettos and reapplied her lipstick as she made her brisk way to her mother's side.

'Ma, I'll wait outside. I have an important phone call to make,' she said, not bothering to hide her disgust at the pungent fumes of incense.

The old lady hobbled into the temple hall and lit a joss stick. She knelt down solemnly and whispered her now-familiar daily prayer to the gods.

'Thank you, God of the Sky, you have given my daughter luck all these years. Everything I prayed for, you have given her. She has everything a young woman in this world could possibly want. She has a big house with a swimming pool, a maid to help her, as she is too clumsy to sew or cook. Her love life has been blessed; she is engaged to a rich and handsome angmoh (dialect for Caucasian man).

'Her company is now the top financial firm and even men listen to what she says. She lives the perfect life. You have given her everything except happiness.

'I ask that the gods be merciful to her even if she has lost her roots while reaping the harvest of success.

'What you see is not true, she is a filial daughter to me. She gives me a room in her big house and provides well for me. She is rude to me only because I affect her happiness. A young woman does not want to be hindered by her old mother. It is my fault.'

The old lady prayed so hard that tears welled up in her eyes.

Finally, with her head bowed in reverence, she planted the half-burnt joss stick into an urn of smouldering ashes. She bowed once more.

The old woman had been praying for her daughter for 32 years. When her abdomen was round like a melon, she came to the temple and prayed that it was a son.

Then the time was ripe and the baby slipped out of her womb, bawling and adorable with fat thighs and pink cheeks, but unmistakably a girl.

Her husband had kicked and punched her for producing a useless baby who could not work or carry the family name.

Still, the woman returned to the temple with her new-born girl tied to her waist in a sarong and prayed that her daughter would grow up and have everything she ever wanted. Her husband left her and she prayed that her daughter would never have to depend on a man.

She prayed every day that her daughter would be a great woman, the woman that she, meek and uneducated, could never become. A woman with nengkan; the ability to do anything she set her mind to. A woman who commanded respect in the hearts of men. When she opened her mouth to speak, precious pearls would fall out and men would listen.

She will not be like me, the woman prayed as she watched her daughter grow up and drift away from her, speaking a language she scarcely understood. She watched her daughter transform from a quiet girl, to one who openly defied her, calling her laotu (old-fashioned in Chinese). She wanted her mother to be 'modern', a word so new there was no Chinese word for it.

Now her daughter was too clever for her and the old woman wondered why she had prayed like that. The gods had been faithful to her persistent prayer, but the wealth and success that poured forth so richly had buried the girl's roots and now she stood, faceless, with no identity, bound to the soil of her ancestors by only a string of origami banknotes.

Her daughter had forgotten her mother's values. Her wants were so ephemeral; that of a modern woman. Power, wealth, access to the best fashion boutiques, and yet her daughter had not found true happiness.

The old woman knew that you could find happiness with much less. When her daughter leaves the earth, everything she has will count for nothing. People would look to her legacy and say that she was a great woman, but she would be forgotten once the wind blows over, like the ashes of burnt paper convertibles and mansions.

The old woman wished she could go back and erase all her big hopes and prayers for her daughter; now she had only one want: that her daughter be happy. She looked out of the temple gate. She saw her daughter speaking on the phone, her brow furrowed with anger and worry.

Being at the top is not good, the woman thought. There is only one way to go from there - down. The old woman carefully unfolded the plastic bag and spread out a packet of beehoon (rice vermicelli) in front of the altar.

Her daughter often mocked her for worshipping porcelain gods. How could she pray to them so faithfully and expect pieces of ceramic to fly to her aid? But her daughter had her own gods too - idols of wealth, success and power that she was enslaved to and worshipped every day of her life. Every day was a quest for the idols, and the idols she worshipped counted for nothing in eternity. All the wants her daughter had would slowly suck the life out of her, and leave her an empty soulless shell at the altar.

The old lady watched her joss stick. The dull heat had left a teetering grey stem that was on the danger of collapsing. Modern women nowadays, the old lady sighed in resignation, as she bowed to the east one final time to end her ritual. Modern women nowadays want so much that they lose their souls and wonder why they cannot find it.

Her joss stick disintegrated into a soft grey powder. She met her daughter outside the temple, the same look of worry and frustration was etched on her daughter's face. An empty expression, as if she was ploughing through the soil of her wants looking for the one thing that would sow the seeds of happiness.

They climbed into the convertible in silence and her daughter drove along the highway, this time not as fast as she had done before.

'Ma,' Bee Choo finally said. 'I don't know how to put this. Mark and I have been talking about it and we plan to move out of the big house. The property market is good now, and we managed to find a buyer willing to pay seven million for it. We decided we'd prefer a cosier penthouse apartment instead. We found a perfect one in Orchard Road. Once we move in to our apartment, we plan to get rid of the maid, so we can have more space to ourselves...'

The old woman nodded knowingly.

Bee Choo swallowed hard. 'We'd get someone to come in to do the housework and we can eat out - but once the maid is gone, there won't be anyone to look after you. You will be awfully lonely at home and besides that, the apartment is rather small. There won't be space. We thought about it for a long time, and we decided the best thing for you is if you moved to a ome. There's one near Hougang, it's a Christian home, a very nice one.'

The old woman did not raise an eyebrow.

'I've been there, the matron is willing to take you in. It's beautiful with gardens and lots of old people to keep you company! I hardly have time for you, you'd be happier there. You'd be happier there, really.' Her daughter repeated as if to affirm herself.

This time, the old woman had no plastic bag of food offerings to cling tightly to; she bit her lip and fastened her seat belt, as if it would protect her from a daughter who did not want her anymore. She sunk deep into the leather seat, letting her shoulders sag, and her fingers traced the white seat.

'Ma?' her daughter asked, searching the rear view mirror for her mother. 'Is everything okay?'

What had to be done, had to be done. 'Yes,' she said firmly, louder than she intended. 'If it will make you happy,' she added more quietly.

'It's for you Ma! You'll be happier there. You can move there tomorrow. I already got the maid to pack your things,' Elaine said triumphantly, mentally ticking yet another item off her agenda.

'I knew everything would be fine.'

Elaine smiled widely; she felt liberated. Perhaps getting rid of her mother would make her happier. She had thought about it. It seemed the only hindrance in her pursuit of happiness. She was happy now.

She had everything a modern woman ever wanted: money, status, career, love, power and now, freedom, without her mother and her old-fashioned ways to weigh her down - yes, she was free.

Her phone buzzed urgently; she picked it up and read the message, still beaming from ear to ear. 'Stocks 10-per-cent increase!' Yes, things were definitely beginning to look up for her...

And while searching for the meaning of life in the luminance of her handphone screen, the old woman in the back seat became invisible, and she did not see the tears.


The End.


Ok, in case I'm sued for plagarism, this compo was written by some girl from RGS for some competition and I got it off an email. So if someone sues me for it, I have no idea what to do. But I really think its a good piece of work. Some people should read this. Money not easy to earn ah.


And remember. There's only one way to go when you're at the top: Down.


Till again.

Bloody hell.


Not that I'm being mean or anything, but seriously, there are just too many donations around. Just on the tv was another charity event on tv asking for donations.


No I'm not a heartless freak but this is at least the 4th such show in a year. And my heart does go out to those who are either a)homeless, b)needy) or c)of a chronic diesease. I understand that they have need, and they are indeed unfortunate. And they do need the money.


But, I think the money shouldn't have come from us. Well, let's just say, from Singtel who earned like a whoping gazillion bucks from the polls of Singapore Idol? Man, just splitting the money between all the organisations, I think they still would have money to feed a third world country. And maybe even buy China. And I'm not talking about the glassware.


Well, but somehow or another, I'm still broke. Considering 70% of my money goes to food, I think I'm not getting the fats from my food. I'm still underweight. This is bad.


And christmas is next week. I decided to be a kind soul, and write a list of what I REALLY want so that if anybody *hint hint* is a kind soul and would want to buy me anything, it'll be easier. Haha.


X'mas want list(in no particular order.)

1)An Xbox game console set which cost only $349! darn cheap..considering it has 3 extra games with it..
Chances of getting this anytime soon: 0.005%.

2)A puzzle frame. I need to frame up my mickey mouse puzzle. Must show off. $59++
Chances of getting this: 10%

3)A mp3 player. Music..feed me on the move..$(anywhere between 99 to 450)
Chances of getting this: 0.005%

4)X'mas party!! costs alot of time planning and haaving fun. Seems like a good trade off.
Chances of getting this: by the looks of no one is planning, 2%.

5)world peace. Wahahaha.
Chances of getting this: as long as stupid people are around, no names mentioned, 0%.


I waited all my life, to cross this line. To the only thing that's true~
So I will not hide, its time to try, anything to be with you~
All my life I've waited, this is true.


Till again.

I so have to blog this down. I proclaim myself, one of the better cameraman in history!


I really don't want to put names to who is the one who made me say this, but some pictures from certain people in my college are so totally horrendous.

Well, for one, its all black.

Two, none of the faces are in focus(maybe its going for the artistic kinda thingy. Who knows. People minds work in weird ways. Just like if weird is spelled wierd, it looks weird. Geddit?)

Number three, the pictures are boring. No candid shots, no nothing.

So I think I'm better. (Ego boost. So sue and slap me for being an egoist.)


Haha, yes there can be loads of work to be done to my shooting skills, i.e. no more shaky camera work(but if you're going for the point and shoot technique..) and I think more caught in the act and better quality shots can be on the list of improvement.

BUT!

I still think I'm seriously better a shot. But for some amazing pictures, check out Azhar's blog. He recently went to Yunan for the CIP thingy. Just don't look at the toilet photo before or after eating. Not healthy. His link is at the side.


Stupid mosquitoes. Time to do geog assignment.


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"I said, "I've got to be honest,
I've been waiting for you all of my life.
For so long I thought I was asylum bound,
But just seeing you makes me think twice.
And being with you here makes me sane.
I fear I'll go crazy if you leave my side."


"This is easy as lovers go.
So dont complicate it by hesitating.
This is wonderful as loving goes.
This is tailor-made, what's the sense in waiting?"


Will you ever go wrong if you ever follow this few simple rules huh you tell me?


Anyway, these are lyrics from a fantastic song, Dashboard Confessional. You want it, just msg me on msn. I'll give it to you.


Tis' the season to be troubled. So sayeth J. And I agree with him. If you read my posts from the Decembers I had, they're all troubled. I dont know. Must be too much time which makes me slack and brood. When I should be doing work, I slack. When I should be physiothera-ping (had to put the - there, if not it'll be physio-the-raping. Unsightly.), I slack. Urgh.


On the not so bright side, there's band tomorrow. Its bright cos I'll have fun. Its not so bright cos Ms Sia's gonna be tong tong again. Darn.



I want to tear something. It better be present wrappers..


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Highlights (for me) of the concert




the alumni in black, the ones in red are missing..



my beloved section whom I love. Sorry ah, block some people faces..

I've a sudden urge about personality profiling thingys. So I went online(duh..) and did some. And I found out that I am a :


traditional, uncreative, messy, shy and introverted, neutral and quite nervous individual. Or so sayeth this webbie

I'm" a O5-C17-E22-A50-N71 Big Five!!. Click to get a gander.


And according to another test, I am :

PROBLEM UNDERLYING THE PRESENT STRESS -- The fear that he may be prevented from achieving the things he wants drives him to the exploration of all types of experiences, so that he can categorically deny that any of them has any value. This destructive denigration becomes his method of concealing hopelessness and a profound sense of futility.
DESIRED OBJECTIVE -- Demands that ideas and emotions shall merge and blend perfectly. Refuses to make any concessions or to accept any compromises.
CURRENT INAPPROPRIATE BEHAVIOR -- Feels cut off and unhappy because of the difficulty in achieving the essential degree of co-operation and harmony which he desires.


Argh. Its boredom over-coming me. And its confusion killing me. And its my post operation moodiness that's pissing me off. I waiting forever for someone to get online so that I can talk and chat properly to get my mind off stuff. I'm waiting forever for my 6 years old PS to load my game so that I can finally complete my game, and I think its dying and withering away by hearing it gasp and wheeze while spinning the disc. Sob.


You know, I think we should really expect nothing in everything we get, or come across. Its darn IRRITATING when one dwells and hopes and gets disappointed. Blah, the feeling of dashed hopes just plain sucks monkey bottom.


Anyway. Shan't read too deep into things that have yet to surface.


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Q: Where's the best place to know if you're underaged, don't have drug allergy, to remebmer your name, IC no., or to be asked repetive questions?

A: A hospital.


Seriously, they keep on repeating on and on and on and on and on with the same questions. guess its just being careful of them, but its abit irritating after the 6th time they ask you. And hospitals have very nice beds.


So right, I'm back now. Leg's fine, no crutches, and physiotheraphy's a bitch I tell you.


Will upload Offstage's photos asap, as soon as I find my cable. Some how its missing again. New house thing.


Hate physiotheraphy. Blegh.


And thanks to all who sent me their well wishes. So tou-ched.
Credits goes to my family, Juling, MJCSB Trumpeters, Cheryl, the gang etc. Thanks again to all who tagged and wished me well. I'm well now. Hee.


So, till the next big thing comes along.


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So tomorrow's the big day. D-day.

Imagine this:


Me, just waking after the anesthetic wears off, with doctor beside me.

Doc: bad news. something went wrong, so we had to cut off your left leg.
Me: AH!!!!!!!
Doc: just joking. we had to cut off both your legs actually.
Me: AH!!!!!!!!!!!



That's a very bad dream I tell you.


And now here I sit and wonder. I'm the one who gives people advices, help them solve their problems. Now, here I'm laden with one. So who's going to help me?


Its like just how I wonder at times, how people help psychatrists? Do they not have problems themselves, or do they talk themsleves out of the problem? Should I do that?


Its pretty frustrating to see yourself in a problem that you can't think a way out of. Its not like a game, where you can just restart and play all over again. If only everything was that simple. I just wonder. Its like in quicksand. People say if you panic in quicksand, you sink deeper and deeper into it. Whereas when stayed calm and relax, you'll float out of it. So am I supposed to just let it be?


I'm pretty irrritated by all that's going around me. Its as though I'm on a short fuse, but that can be credited to my never ending bout of flu, which better clear up asap. I don't really know how can any of the problems I have can be solved. But I'm willing to think its just a phase that teenagers like me will ahve to go through, especially at a critical moment like this, a day before my operation.


So let all of everything be good and come to pass. Bless all...bless me.


Blast.


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My Top 5 Biggest Joys at the Moment ::

=Princess Mononoke
=Joe Hisaishi's Summer
=Sleep
=Yesterday's movie outing
=TWE
=The "Yo" people.


15 years ago i... ::
=was 2 years old.
=was fat.
=finally learnt how to speak.


10 years ago i... ::
=was in primary 1? (right?)
=didn't worry about anything in the world.
=was still kind of fat.


5 Years Ago i... ::
=didn't bother about anything except for sec one.
=felt at the top of my primary school life.


3 Years Ago i... ::
=in sec 2, another prime in secondary school life.
=loved band, took part in my first SYF.
=loved my class.
=worrie about sec 3.


2 Years Ago i... ::
=Split class from Weijian. Darn..
=Band troubles began.
=Band troubles ended
=took part in National Day Parade.
=Still loved band.
=Fell in love.


1 Year Ago i... ::
=Still loved band.
=Became Quartermaster.
=Had a hell of a time with TWE training for SYF
=SYF GOLD! TWE '03 rocks!
=Studying for prelims and O' levels, fantastic fun time doing that.
=Appealed for MJC. Mistake or not.. hm.
=Fell out of love.
=Did ok for prelims..Phew.


This Year i... ::
=was damn eventful.
=First 3 months in MJC 04s303, darn fun.
=Second orientation, CASTOR won. Wee.
=Changed to Arts, 04A104.
=Met Shawn Paul, Azhar and gang. Fun people.
=Still loved twe.
=Did not drift from my old friends.


Yesterday i... ::
=Met this church guy. Weird.
=Had a fun day out with Sihui.
=Watched 2 movies, The Incredibles and Shutter.
=Was late for both movies.
=Got a sore throat.
=Got better.
=Had fun.


Today i...::
=Watched Mononoke!
=Missed band at VCH.
=Felt better, but not well enough to go out.
=Fixed up my connection to the internet.
=Thought about things. Hm.


5 Games/sports I Like ::
=Badminton
=Swimming
=Cycling
=Metal Gear Solid
=Megaman


5 Things I'd do With $1000 ::
=Give all my friends a treat.
=Pay off some off my parent's bills and debts.
=Get a PS2 or Xbox!
=Get myself a Cornet.
=Get my friends Xmas presents.


3 Bad Habits I Have ::
=Flaring up at my parents.
=Horrible temper when pissed.
=Wrong emphasis on wrong things.


5 TV Shows I Like ::
=Amazing race
=CSI
=Friends
=Erh..Teen Titans?
=One Piece!


5 Places I've stayed at ::
=Woodlands
=Yishun
=Bedok, North and Reservoir
=Labrador
=Hougang


My Top 5 Biggest Worries at the Moment ::
=Dinner.
=Tomorrow's schedule
=Is it what it seems?
=Will the operation be fine?
=Will I be ok after that?
=Abit tired at the moment..


5 Favorite Movies ::
=Princess Mononoke
=Sprited Away
=LOTR
=The Incredibles
=Love Actually


5 Things You Spend Most Money On ::
=Comics
=Canteen food
=Outside food
=Snacks
=Movies


5 Favorite Words/Phrase ::
=Well~
=Darn!
=Woohoo!
=Right~
=Tell me about it.


5 Favorite Things ::
=Food..
=My room
=My mouthpiece
=My handphone
=My friends


5 Books I Like ::
=Harry Potter and the P.O.A
=Harry Potter and the O.O.T.P
=Red Sky in the Morning
=The Da Vinci Code
=Witches.


5 Foods I Dislike/Hate ::
=Veggies.
=Any food with Bean sprouts.
=That is it la..


5 Favorite Kids' Names ::
=Tyler
=Alexander
=Michelle
=Gerald
=Tooki
=koko.

Argh. Cant think for the last two.


So that's it. Dinner time, instant noodles.


Till again.

Ahem. *clears throat.*


Currently, I'm having a sore throat that derived from a flu, from which I mentioned a few posts ago. So here's my advice to all, drink alot of water. And lemon and lime.


Despite me being sick, yesterday was still fun, going out and rushing around to get to the movies. Two movies in a row, and great movies they are I have to say.


The Incredibles is indeed incredibly exciting. A die die must catch movie. Yes I know I'm slow to catch it only yesterday, what to do? I'm a busy busy person. Not busy busty.


On the other hand, Shutter wasn't as scary as I thought it would be. Ya, a few shocks here and there, but half the time, it was fine. Thanks to a certain someone's jacket, for which I must credit, in case of any misunderstandings that I'm unappreciative. You know who you are. =)


So, I've just watched Princess Mononoke, sincere thanks to Dawn, who's blog hasn't been updated since god knows when. My lard, P.M is a freakingly fantastic show. Really, like they wrote in reviews, it is the Star Wars of animated features. The fighting scenes, the sceneries. Lard. Watch to believe it. Currently its selling at Tampines, $9 for a Dvd, 2 for $16! Another must buy, must watch.


And Christmas is really coming aroudn the corner. Great time to surf blogs and listen to christmas songs, like the one from JiaYan's blog. *All I Want From X'Mas Is Eeu~" Thrills and spills.

Last thing, changed from using Pac net to singnet now. Hope that all is fine.


My blog posts are getting from "worser to worserer".


Till again.