naps naps naps

I'm keeping my fingers on both hands crossed for the whole of this week, until the 5th. I need all the luck and confidence in the world to sit through the upcoming gruelling papers. I'm just glad I've got lovely SMSes from BaoBei HY, NX and Godsis-in-law to egg me on. And of course, that lovely shoulder to nap on and a hand full of warmth and love to keep me from falling too deep into oblivation and self-doubt.

I'm pretty satisfied with the grade I got for my Japanese Studies project, so much so that I'm slightly contemplating a switch in major to JS. I'm sure my mum's going to be the first to give me the hair-dryer treatment ("How the hell are you going to find a decent job with a degree in Japanese Studies? Go work in a Japanese restaurant?"), so I'm casting that to the back of my mind. A minor, perhaps? But I'm not interested in staying on for an additional semester just to add a minor to my graduation cert, so never mind. This is what happens when the world runs on meritocracy.

Ok, I need to head back to my NM revision and that 7 chapters of readings before I die from exam anxiety.

I'm loving it

I know it's an unearthly hour to blog at, but hail the miracle powers of chicken essence. So here I am, sniffing and decorating my beddings with balls of tissue paper...



Was looking through my photobucket album and I happened to spot this picture I took with the very lousy 1.3 megapixel camera phone I had about a year ago. My Besties and I were strolling along the paths on Sentosa, and we chanced upon the laser show they had there. Of course, being extremely stingy gits, we didn't bear to part with our money just to see lights shooting around, so we just leveraged on the fact that the barrier was low, and had a free show. The fireworks at the finale were just stunning, I'd tell you. Oh man, girls, I wanna watch that again~! And I'm feeling the same way at this point of time.*Giggles*I know those detractors are going to start tsktsk-ing again, but whatever.
I just love the way you set off all those fireworks in my head and drive me crazy with that little eyebrow-raising action.
I love the way we baby-talk.
I love the way I'll smack your hand and then apologize profusely. I refuse to believe it doesn't hurt but, oh well.
I love the way I fell asleep on you.
I love the way I laugh whenever I compare the size of our hands.
I love the way you pout, and then say,"Ok lor..."
I love to watch you peruse your notes with that seriousness in your eyes.
I love to rake up your "pink-shirt incident".
I love to watch you gobble your food, and then regret it when you finish your share and start to watch me eat.*Shucks*"Can you not watch me eat?"
I love your old jeans more.
I love it when you wear pink, even when they say that only Takeshi Kaneshiro can wear pink.
I love the way you try to do stand-up comedy, and then pout when I laugh at you.
I love your backrubs.(even though I was the originator.)
I love the way you sound so profound whenever you're talking about school work to Gordon or JiaHui or me. (Simply because I don't and never will understand a single ounce of what you say except for the theory of uncertainty.)
I love the way you send me sound clips of you serenading on the guitar, and make me smile like a mindless idiot at the airport arrival hall.
And I'm still loving every single day.

Beating the zZzZz monster

Okay I just said some pretty nasty stuff about Uncle. (For those who know me well knows who I'm referring to, lah.) I mean, I'll just laugh it off and then forget about it the next day.
Wait.
I won't forget about it.
I'll just carry on to harp on it until God knows when.
*LOL*

My dad was just chiding Fortune restaurant's advertisement.
Dad:"Fortune restaurant very expensive. You go in and eat, they make a fortune."

My dad.

Okay I'm no longer wading in knee-deep doubt over my PS syllabus; I'm drowning in major confusion. The kind of stuff the lecturer covers if totally out of the textbook. So now I have 2 options:

1.Study just the stuff he covers in lecture.
2.Study the textbook, ignore the lecture.

Oh wait.I do have a third and fourth option.

3.Study both the textbook and lecture.
4.Don't study.

Okay. So I conclude that I can't reallydo the last option, unless I wish to screw up my entire University life.*Sighs*

2 chapters more, and I'll be done for my first round of revision for PS. Shucks. That signifies the start of the second round.

I'm just praying hard that all will go well this semester (considering the fact that I pretty much screwed up last semester), so that I'll have a much more carefree semester break. Time to job hunt, since Jack's got a job already.

Trick-or-trick

My entire family chose to wear grey unanimously today. I went to the bathroom and everyone's clothing was grey.

I should really learn my lesson this time.NO MORE STUDYING AFTER 2AM, unless I'm bent on killing my brain cells. Okay, I admit I slept way after 3am this morning, and crawled up at 8.30am. I know I'm totally ruining my body this way, but there's nothing I can do when my PS lecturer happens to be someone who doesn't teach stuff from the textbook. I always get bountiful of surprises whenever I start revising a new chapter from his lectures; he makes guys like Aristotle sound like God, and when you open your textbook you realise they're just a bunch of dead people.

Poor JiaHui. How I wish I could give her backrubs (as the gf of her god brother), but I guess I couldn't even escape from the ill fate of succumbing to the ZzZz monster. After 2 hours at SuperSnacks (where I managed to clear just 1 pathetic lecture), my mind blanked out. The next thing I knew, I had concussed on Jack for God-knows-how-long. And that had to happen again after painstakingly scanning through my lecture notes on interest groups and social movements. Hello?! My lecturer actually squeezed 3 textbook chapters into 13 slides~ So the lecture slides were obviously skimpy. Oh freak. I hate it when such things happen. It's worse than writing my 3500-word JS essay.

Okay. Back to mugging. Targeting to finish Ideologies and half of Government forms, then I'll hit the sack.

P.S: Have a good rest, and remember your chicken essence~

Yes No

I think Jack's becoming my third alarm. Everytime I shut my two other alarms off and go back to sleep, he'll somehow appear in my dreams and I'll sit up with a start. And this happened to me yesterday morning and this morning as well. It's that scary.
Haha.

I'm still reading through the other reviews on the Wooden Men concert. Then the scene of the opening with Yes No Song will just pop into my head subconsciously. Really, that version totally captivated me. David should trash the original version. It'll be lovely to be woken up with someone strumming this song on the electric guitar (like what he did). I'm all smiles now.
*Floats away*

You say no no no no,I say yea yea yea yea yea yea yea,you're my baby,my baby baby yea...
I'm just a hopeless music junkie.

And wow, the sky's BLACK. Liza wasn't kidding about it. She should really consider a job at the meteorological center.

It's time to hit the showers and meet Jack later.
Happy second month.

Fumes of fury

If I don't get this off my chest, I'll never be able to fall asleep.

I just see why all this is happening to one of the people I happen to love the most in my life, largely because he's inspired me a great deal. Then things start to look not-so-rosy, and I'm seriously doubting if the kind of support I'm giving really worth it? I'll hate to put your private life together with the angelic side of you, because they're just worlds apart. You're the biggest living irony in my entire universe. And I'm just pissed. You have absolutely no idea how much you've disappointed this little girl. If I continue to think of your deviant ways, I think I'll just convulse and die of a burst artery.

If one Jack isn't noisy enough, we've added a Gordon to the equation, and we almost tore SuperSnacksdown with the racket we created there. The two guys were complaining about the distracting Mando-pop hits those Chinese girls behind the counter were blasting. Jack the sleepless was zombified after 2 hours at his Chapter 39 (or so I think), while Gordon occupied himself with some of the most unpalatable food at SuperSnacks.See, told you to eat waffle and the fish&chips, not your curry rice or ice cream waffle. Pretty alright today, finished revising Kanji, the 2 remaining chapters I had for JS, as well as 1 chapter of PS. Speaking about that, I think I seriously need some S.O.S for PS. I'm totally clueless with a capital 'C'. I'm ok with Dr.Reuben's lectures, but as for Mr.X, well, I'm speechless. It's time he took a second listen to his own lectures, and then figure out how he screwed up his lectures, everytime. Without fail.

Ok, I'll go cool off my scalded tongue from all that midnight Lipton dosage and try to concuss.
Mata ashita.

123 We Are All Wooden Men in Singapore

I actually forgot that the photos taken by Esther were too large to fit into this template, but it would be a huge waste to resize them; they look absolutely magnificent in the original size.I was surprised that I could conjure a relatively rational entry this morning, considering the fact that I said 'bye' to Jack because my head just slammed against the keyboard in the wee hours of this morning.

So here it goes.

I prayed hard for David, because he was sick when he arrived here on Thursday. (Don't ask me how I knew, I don't know. *Acts blur*) Looks like the man's overworking himself, but if he's enjoying it then whatever. Tonsillitis was the culprit, but he woke up feeling good, so ya, he just triumphed over fate. And it felt really good to know that he's well again.

Many a times, I wanted to whip out my digicam and snap a few shots, but I was overwhelmed by the 'onslaught' of good music. Like Tian Tian, I swear I really wanted to keep that clip for Jack, because I couldn't think of anything at that point of time. It was just David, the acoustic guitar, nothing else. He looked every bit the cafe singer, except for the fact that this was the Singapore Indoor Stadium, not a cafe. And I really hope he moves to Singapore.
*Grins*
I especially loved the medley, with Addicted to Love, September Love, Kungfu Fighting and I Feel Good. The entire floor was dancing, along with the audience seated at the sides. Thank God no one fell off. *Laughs* Even the VIPs (who were seated just in front of us) were spotted grooving to these medley~ OMG David's got to feel really proud of himself for moving this group of people.He moved everyone, literally.

I swear I was waving my lightstick to hard, I almost flung it on stage.

David conversed with the crowd in a mixture of Mandarin, fluent accented English, as well as a hint of Singlish. It was hilarious~ His body language was especially, and he pranced around the stage like a rockstar who's half his age, even with the burden of an electric guitar slung around him. His vocals were close to perfect, though sometimes the high notes were evidently taxing on him. But what's a good concert without flaws? It's amazing to watch the man twist the notes to suit the present condition of his vocals, because that's the most plaudable factor of any respectable performing artiste.

The interaction with his band was beautiful; it was like the kind of unspoken understanding a couple in a relationship has of each other. David Tan was a crack up, munching a "choki bar" in between I Love You and got a little "railing" from David. It's like getting caught for doing the same thing during class. And I really respect David for the kind of respect he has for each and every of his band members, be it the pretty ladies on vocals, or his musicians, or his MD, or his sound technician, or his laser effects crew, or the dancers... The list goes on. He's the ultimate ladies' (and men's) guy. Loved the rendition of Regular Friends which he did with Jamie.

As usual, he has an eye for pretty ladies, and the lady he picked this time round was gorgeous. Really. His type of girl. But of course, we have some kind of unspoken secret about his love life.*Grins*Oh, his high notes for Blue Moon were really pretty.

"I'm coming down here man!" The crowd just gushed down the aisle, and we just pushed the cordon belt away from the barricades and hung ourselves over the barricades, hoping that we can get a chance to grab his hand. (I know this sounds absolutely unlike myself, because God knows I worship this guy for his music, and not because I wanna grab his hand. Whatever.) Just wanted to show him that the crowd loved him.

I can go on and on and on. But I need to set my priorities right, now that the concert's over.

David just gave me the extra nudge to push on with his music. And I will.

And I think I'm going deaf.

Breathe hard

20 hours without sleep, and I’m surprisingly awake.I can’t get to sleep.
Who does after David’s concert?





Breakfast and mugging with Jack was pricelessly good, as always. He’s a constant reminder for me to buck up and stop messing around with my priorities. And things will only get even better.



Thanks to Sophie and co. from Taiwan for these lovely love letters. These darlings come in 9 flavours, and are only available in Taiwan.
Speak about being sinful…



And I couldn’t keep my hands off Esther’s CJ 7. Such a darling.





Like I said the other time, S.H.E’s concert early last year was a 5/5 concert. If this argument stands, David’s concert’s a 10 over 5.

(At this point of time, there’s bound to be someone who’s reading this and cursing, “She’s just being biased for nuts’ sake.” Whatever.)

Okay, this was my first DT concert. And it beats all the other concerts, hands down. No doubt about it. Not even my Boys. This concert just fed the audience with a never-ending flow of adrenaline, and every time there’s a reason to sit down, DT gave us a reason to get back onto our feet. That’s why he needed no other artist on the stage apart from himself. No doubt.
The unusual calmness before the concert was so unlike of me. Perhaps I just tired. Or maybe I turned up with the objective of being filled to the brim with DT’s music, and that’ exactly what happened. As expected, little costume changes, no special guests, not backdrop gimmicks, no dancing (alright, he did a little teeny bit, but that obviously doesn’t count). And I worship him to pieces, because it isn’t easy to psycho yourself to ignore the nagging problems of tonsillitis. He’s had 2 jabs, and it seems that he’s back to his old self. The starting pieces were a little raspy-sounding, but he’s got it going after half and hour. Kudos to the man.

I realized how much I screamed during the 3-hour concert; all my recordings are full of my own screaming. And now I’m downing herbal tea for fear that I might suffer from a sore throat after this.
Haha.

David, thanks for this lovely jigsaw puzzle that you’ve seemed so effortlessly put together. I would have not knew about music if it had not been for you.

I seriously need rest.

Nights.

3 days to concert

I’m soooo counting down to the concert 3 days and counting~ Tomorrow’s going to be a busy day, with much travelling involved to the other side of the island. Oh well~

yy:
“no need la, juz let everything be nature. Juz to ensure tat u still have frens around if u happen to be single again”

Jack’s reply was nonchalant; “Eh, sorry lo. I don’t think she’ll be single again.” Sometimes, you just need to count your lucky stars, and then arrange them neatly in a row to find out who’s that sweety who’s always on the lookout for you. Thank God I’m Virgo.

I don’t know if I’m getting myself into waist-deep interference. I just don’t think it sounded right anymore. It has dawned upon me that I should just take my finger out of this huge pie and watch from the side. I mean, I’m not saying that you can’t pour out your sorrows to me. It’s just that sometimes I wonder how the other party is thinking. If those ideas are unsymmetrical to yours, perhaps it’s time to just move on. Still, the ball is in your court, so play it the way you think isn’t wrong.

3 days to concert
5 days to reading week
10 days to first paper
18 days to end of exams
The next second to missing you

JS-ing

I’m on the brink of concussing, but I’ll survive this entry.

Alright, so the security guard locks the tutorial rooms at Engine at 2pm. Point noted, so we won’t head there to study on weekends, unless we wish to be chased out. Jack was joking about Mr. Security wanting to lock up earlier so that he could go home and do naughty things with his wife.Oh man.YIH was a disappointment, because the study room is always full, and it was packed to maximum capacity with students who have gone nuts studying; those people basically camp there towards the examination period, with piles and piles of reference books overshadowing themselves and food packets all over the tables. Welcome to NUS. The National University which never Sleeps.

But I adored Supersnacks at PGP. It is the haven for waffle-loving muggers (*winks at Kailing*), since we always end up smelling like overbaked waffles everytime we step out of there.

As proposed by Jack, Vivocity seems like the ultimate family propaganda location the government has built to nudge us people into getting married, having babies, etc. A 30-minute takeaway dinner at the top of the amphitheatre saw families herding their children up and down the stairs, and those little tods behaved just like little packs of energy, bursting up the steps like it was the most enjoyable activity in the world. And the entire roof was swarmed with couples at every corner. Oh man.

Thanks to the “P.K match”, my backaches are knocking the daylights out of me. Whatever you have, bring it on.
Haha.

Everything means nothing

JiaHui should get used to our frequent questioning; for God's sake, those two lovebirds basically coalesce to each other every time they appear. So it’s HUGE wonder why one is wandering Central Library without the other in hand.
*Grins*

Clarisse totally cracked me up during our project meeting at CL. She just seemed to pepper her lines with swear words ever-so effortlessly yet meaningfully, and she laughs everything off. I guess I won’t understand how rotten her mood was, because my boyfriend doesn’t live on another continent and we get to see each other almost every day.
*Sighs*
Cheer up, babe. Just focus on getting this semester over and done with, and you can look ol’ so forward to meeting your guy during your SEP.

So tomorrow’s gathering’s cancelled. Oh well. Look who’s the one who chickened out this time round. Haha. It’s alright, we have all the time in the world to meet after the wretched exams, don’t we?

Hell, I shall stop calling him Mr. J, and introduce him to minnasan as Jack.
*Grins*
I’ll kick anyone where the sun doesn’t shine if you have doubts about us. Alright, I shall behave myself. I wouldn’t wish to have my world know him as “the guy with the J name.”
*Chortles*
The guy’s counting the days he’s missing something.
No, not his period.*Laughs*
I’m just glad I have you.

Don’t wish to load you with my loony philosophies on everything, anything, something and nothing, but I’ll just like to share something out of Alicia Keys’ song.

Some people live for the fortune
Some people live just for the fame
Some people live for the power yeah
Some people live just to play the game

Some people think that the physical things
Define what's within
I've been there before
But that life's a bore
So full of the superficial

Some people want it all
But I don't want nothing at all
If it ain't you baby
If I ain't got you baby
Some people want diamond rings
Some just want everything
But everything means nothing
If I ain't got you

Some people search for a fountain
Promises forever young
Some people need three dozen roses
And that's the only way to prove you love them
Hand me a world on a silver platter
And what good would it be?
No one to share, no one who truly cares for me

If I ain't got you with me baby
Nothing in this whole wide world don't mean a thing
If I ain't got you with me baby



Should I do a countdown to the concert?

7 days to Wooden Men concert~!

Planning = no planning

I’m uber inept.

Yes, I cleared all my LAJ1201 homework for next week, but no, I’m not all smiley. It simply signifies that I’m gasping for time to complete my assignments. And it’s ONLY my assignments. Don’t even mention the revision. Alright, I’m pretty safe for Japanese, since it’s the ONLY subject which I feel the obligation to do constant revision. But the rest of my modules?
OMG I’m like so so so dead.

Agenda:

11/4:
TRY to complete JS project
Contact Hui Min to fix a day for practice
Discuss allocation of presentation with Ryan

12/4:
Finish whatever’s left of JS project
Meet Ducky&co. for dinner(Maybe squeeze in 2 chapters of NM)

13/4:
2 chapters of PS
2 chapters of JS
Read through Japanese notes

So much for planning. I probably won’t stick to it but, oh well, it’s far better than nothing.
I’m starting to miss those warm and fuzzy hugs. Oh ya, and do remember to trim your nails. I wouldn’t want you to start scratching yourself with that chipped nail.

Counting down 2 weeks to the exams

I’m growing increasingly abhorrent of myself. The childish behavior, succumbing to the slight distractions, lack of planning… I just hope it all comes back to me, so that I’ll bear the brute of it all and collapse in repentance.

~

I loaf EL tutorials, because they’re always full of bad news.

~

I’m still procrastinating. Very much still. I just hope I don’t repeat what happened last semester (which resulted in a horrible CAP score) by sticking with my home modules. But hey, who said that artsy people are good at everything artsy? I’m just keeping my fingers crosses, keeping to the constant pace, and pray hard that I won’t fall flat again this semester. I DO wish to enjoy my 3-month break.

Outing 05042008

Need to make this quick, because my agenda just grew by exponential amounts.

Yesterday was pure enjoyment, with an entire day of hanging out with Mr.J's ex-colleagues and listening to them banter on and on. How I wished I could hang out with my ex-colleagues from Chevron in this manner as well, if not for the fact that they're severely over-worked over there. Sigh.

Met Mr.J for lunch at Suntec. We're always going there. I wonder why.



Hung around the arcade for a while, and he attempted to jio me for a round at the hoops machine there. I wouldn't risk regurgitating my hearty lunch. So we headed to his favourite game machine:



OMG and that guy has a BOOK of those cards, although he insisted that his good buddy Kev's collection probably dwarves his.
*Chuckles*
Game for the guys, not for me. It's a fun game to watch, because of the technology involved. I mean, the machine's able to detect the character card that is placed on its game board although the card looks nothing more than those Pokemon cards we used to play in Primary school. I was super amazed.

The K Box session was one of the most amazing ones I had. Although there was plenty of yelling, laughing and screaming apart from the singing, the kind of chemistry we had with each duet we did totally blew me away. Ironically, the songs we prepared didn't turn out as well as those that were thrown to us impromptu. As usual, my solos sucked badly.*Sighs*

Then it was dinner at Surf N Turf.



Alright, their menu wasn't vegetarian-friendly, but everyone knows how Ms.J gets by easily with a simple salad. It's the simplicity of such things that no one really notices.

Headed over to Harry's at Esplanade.
I stuck to something non-alcoholic, because everyone who's seen me drink knows that I turn red easily, and I'm sure my Mum wouldn't want to see me all red in the face when she opened the door.



It looks sweet, doesn't it? While Mr.J had a Margarita, I had a non-alcoholic version of that. OMG the alcoholic one tasted sooo much better~! And contrary to the belief that everyone's sipping Long Island, I'll be the only one who isn't keen to do so.
OMG it tastes soooo bad.

Photos photos I want photos~! I know Amanda snapped dozens of photos of us, and I'm dying to
see them~ Although I know I have an oily forehead and a horrible complexion~

Okay back to mugging.

Lost and Found

The one thing you should never do is to accuse me of things I will never ever do to a friend. The MSN message which popped up early in the morning killed my mood for the day. I mean, and you call me your FRIEND if it's all based on distrust and suspicion? Next time, DON'T EVER place your hopes on me, lest you disappoint me, time and again.

OMG I'm sooo disgusted.

~

Saito Sensei freaked the entire lecture theatre out when she announced that we'll be getting back our mid-term papers back during our TC sessions this week, which is TODAY. The advent of mixed feelings has plagued my sleep ever since last night, and the bus trip home was foolishly spent on worrying about this. I'm just keeping my fingers crossed.

~

Woke up to find my necklace missing.Yes, MISSING.I almost called the police.SMS-ed those two buggers (since they're infamous for 'borrowing' stuff without asking), and mad a hell of a din over the phone to my Mum (she said "You can borrow mine; it's just in the drawer". It's not the same, my dear :( ). Then the next moment, I saw it THERE, dangling on my study chair.
OMG.
I almost convulsed.

Okay, gotta go bathe and prepare myself to face the daunting idea of getting my paper back.
Sighs.

And it's all coming back to me

Going missing from the blogging radar seemed like a few months. I didn't even know that Fay was going to keep herself from the Internet for the rest of the week.

My world almost crashed after getting back my EL paper; it was a hellish emotional rollercoaster ride the entire day, and it still is at this point of time. I didn't know what went wrong, but it pushed me to mug even harder for my finals.

My last glance of DT 2 years ago came back to me when I picked him up at the airport; it was like Deja vu. To see him in a baseball cap, black-rimmed spectacles, green sweater and his pair of ragged jeans and strolling out of the airport arrival hall... The way he greeted us 'hi' just like an old friend, the seemingly long stroll out of the airport to his van, just watching his backview as he strode with Serene at his side... Every moment was well-worth. See you on the 19th~

1 month to the finals, then we'll all be free~!