1+1+1

Okay, so my throat is back the state it was in a week ago - wrecked. Okay, it isn't that bad, but bad enough to render me incoherent for the next few days. But it was all well worth it. I know I'm slightly mad but, ya, sometimes such sacrifices seem minute.

Been indulging myself with 'live' versions of Gary's My Way. It's tireless to watch him switch between his bass voice and his alto voice effortlessly, with no shortness of breath, no sign of going off-pitch, and nonetheless an excellent rendition no matter when and where he did it. He's got the voice.

Another walkathon yesterday, which saw us walking from Tanjong Pajar MRT station to Lau Pat Sat to Amoy Street to Chinatown Point, up and down Chinatown Point, to OG Chinatown, up and down OG Chinatown, to Chinatown MRT station. And it didn't stop there. You can't keep us off Marina Square and Esplanade. And hey, we chanced upon the free lunchtime concert at the Esplanade concert hall! Really lucky of us, because the performers were really good both on vocals and on their guitars and percussion, and it's amazing to see them revamp English r'n'b hits to play on an acoustic set. Brilliant, especially when you've got two music enthusiasts here. And it's Kewei up next month on the 24th of June. I think I'm going to skip everything to attend that. Especially when it's free.
*Laughs*

When two vocalists clash, what do you get? A singing session to trash the voice out of each other.
*Laughs*
Alright we were not that violent, but we did great injustice to our throats. Ha. But it was another good session of laughing, going off-pitch N times without worrying much about what others think, and hey, I could do Ariel's Fei Ni Mo Shu without my diaphram. It's even easier than Hppy Birthday.

And who can deny themselves of the lovely night scene at the Promenade? It's been a long long long time since I felt the night breeze on my neck, and it's even better with great company.

:)

Happy happy 3 months.

Love loves loved love

For all the things I'm thankful for today, being there to feel your warm hand in mine once again would be one of them. I've never felt that relieved before, just to see you once again. And to top it all off, I get to spend the whole of tomorrow with you. The thought alone is enough to make me cry.

I had two important people in my life return back to my side just hours ago, and I'm just feeling so very thankful. Thanks for bringing them back safe and sound, no matter whether they had put on a few more pounds or looked even more queer. I'm just thankful.

And then I had to come home and face the kind of confrontation I never wished it happened. It's just plain awkward, and I had no idea where that came from. I'm not more bothered about such stuff. And it's NOT because I'm occupied somewhere else. It's just that I think it's plain stupid to be thinking about what my 'correct' mode of thinking should be.

Missing you... 1 more day

I seriously attribute my splitting headache to the obscenely loud snoring of my sister. And I woke up to find out that she had single-handedly evicted me from half of my mattress with half of her body mass. How complicated. So sleeping on my mattress was me, and half of her. It was the greatest living nightmare to date.

Okay, so apparently I K.Oed before I had the chance to resize the pictures I took and blog about it. Yesterday was probably the first time I kept my eyes on that pair of wedding bands flashing across the wall. Then my sis saw my phone’s wallpaper and likened the rings to “her boyfriend buy for her one.” Sometimes I don’t know if she’s clever or dumb. Anyway, we got to squeeze around table no. 1 (nice lovely number to start with), with 11 adults and 2 toddlers. I tell you, Athena’s my new darling.

That darling smiles on cue and looked just like a Japanese doll with her hair tucked behind her ears. Her mum looks barely a year over 18, but in fact she’s 26 and the proud mummy of 3-year-old Brycen and our darling Athena. And her husband was still asking me to bring the ‘auntie’ to clubs. Hello?! If she’s an auntie, what am I?!

The dinner was veggie-friendly, with loads of veggies along with the main dish, so I wasn’t that grumpy.
Until I saw the shark’s fin soup.
I’ve been abstaining from that dish for years and years, even before I decided to cut off meat. I just didn’t feel right eating that. Even if experts say that the supposed method of de-finning sharks and throwing them back into the waters is not widely used, I just don’t see the purpose of consuming shark’s fin.

I just love the cutlery.

Oh, and they have wedding singers on guitars belting out with English and Mandarin oldies. I was just telling my parents that I’ll have a full band for my wedding, and I have all idea where I’m going to get that from.
*Laughs*

As usual, I’m not a fan of the little gifts they have on our tables, unless they’re food. But I loved the gift this time. I wonder how many I could have collected if I made a round around the ballroom at the end of the dinner. I’m going to have them on my table!

And the thing that wrapped up this lovely wedding?

Congrats to Alvin and Tricia.

(My sister kept saying ‘Alvin and the Chipmunks’ throughout the entire wedding. How childish for a 13-year-old to do that.)

And I hate arguments that spark off because of money. And you had to make me do that. I’m sorry if being normal had offended you, but I just can’t accept your perspective of spending money. Sometimes, I really wonder if you can ever finish spending your money, be it on your medical fees or what. I’m just very confused. Maybe there’s a lot that I don’t know.

And I can't wait to see you tomorrow. It makes all the boredom today feel worth it.

Missing you... 2 more days

I can really choose to be mesmerized and get lost in the world of Lee Hom. But of course I don’t, because I’m already mesmerized and lost in the world of another guy whose name starts with ‘J’, ends with ‘K’, and has ‘A’ and ‘C’ in-between. Was just entertaining myself before preparing for the wedding dinner later on, and look what I found while blog-surfing?



It was truly entertaining to watch the then 23-year-old Lee Hom, with a little flub under his chin, doing all the awkward stuff an artiste can ever do in a single MV. But hey, who doesn’t like her guy with a little extra to hug? Just a little, not too much. Lee Hom had the ‘I’m a good boy, take me home’ face. Simply adorable. Of course, if you compare the music he conjures at this point of time with that from 1999, you’ll definitely be able to spot the minor flaws as an amateur listener, and the more significant flaws as a pitch-perfect musician (such as my very scary MDs).Haha.So David wasn’t the only one with that traumatic Spring Wind (“望春風”) MV experience.

Both musicians mentioned above are worth a listen, especially their older works before 2003. Disclaimer: I am neither related nor affiliated to the abovementioned artistes in any way, apart from being an avid music lover.

*Laughs myself silly*

I think I just drove myself nuts debating about the origins of one of Lee Hom’s songs. I choose to believe it was his original piece of work and the foreigners “borrowed” the melody. I think the music industry nowadays is horrid.

And I’m still missing you. I’m just going to live today like it never existed, and then settle for an excruciating tomorrow.

Missing you... 3 more days

I've escaped to the comfort and safety of my room, after being terrorized by a huge six-legged thing called the grasshopper. Sorry, but I'm not exactly a huge fan of insects and their many-legged relatives.

I'm glad I have Jane to drag around Orchard today, so it kind of took my mind off stuff that I've been feeling down over. It's gooood to get some fresh air; I've been hula-ing my days at home for the past day or two. Her dye job looked impressive, although it wasn't done by the guy called Hayden.
*Laughs*
So Ms.J decided to ill-treat her footie by indulging in heels again. I needed all the fingers on my hands to count the number of blisters on both my feet just now. But retail therapy was good, although I'm still very, very broke. I limited myself to the bare essentials that I had to get for tomorrow's wedding dinner, and had my usual lunch at Subway. The other Ms.J (Hey she's a J as well!) invaded the shoe shops at Far East and got ANOTHER pair of WHITE shoes. I'm counting, my dear. I think my mum won't be complaining that I have too many pairs of black heels after seeing Jane's collection of WHITE shoes.
*Laughs*

What do you get when you cross two very bored Ms.Js with the rush-hour trains?



Looks like someone spotted me carrying out my mischevious act...



And the next moment she was...



Gone.

Really, Singaporeans. Look, in the first place, I wasn't even trying to take your picture. Being the cam-whore, I'm just trying to do that 'mrt-shot' thingy I've always been doing.Whatever lah.
Dinner was sinful. Enough said. I'm swearing off Mac and Cheese.

Anyway, Happy Birthday to my Daddy!

Missing you... 4 more days

I have no idea my room's wall has a quarter dedicated to the mandopop world. And my sister's planning to expand it. Just to caution her, I'll rip off anything that crosses that boundary, even if it's the picture of those four pretty boys.



Okay, so my table's getting reeeeaaaallly messy again, just one week after it has been dusted clean by Liza. Oh, and look what we have here! It's baby Pooh and Missy.J! (Sorry I haven't got any creative names for them, so I'll just name the latter after its owner.) It's one of the very few stuffed toys I have on my table, given my utter dislike of fluffy and useless stuff. Sorry Jack. I know about your deep dark secret.
*Laughs*

And what do you get when you cross an overly-bored Ms.J with her favourite heels?

I'm on heels tomorrow, baby! Liza was incensed when I told her I couldn't find my heels in the store room; she emerged with a very very sulky face and 3 shoe boxes with my favourite shoes. Oh god that was embarrassing. So to make my property, I decided to indicate the kind of shoes inside. One thing led to another, and I ended up unleashing the mad vandal in me. I'm going to go search for more of my heels and graffittize all the boxes~!
Out with Jane tomorrow, I can't wait!

I'm just jostling with the madness encapsulated in my head. I've nudged off the tendency to cry, but it still bothers me that I have to wait, wait, wait for another 4 days.

Missing you... 5 more days

I swear I have been cutting down on crying, although I was totally overwhelmed by emotions when I saw the email in my inbox. The SMSes exchanged just didn't seem enough. I grew stronger after these two days as an independent individual, and further pushed my limits against time. I'll be fine for another 5 days, I swear.
I guess.

Lunched with WL and NX today. Was supposed to be looking at guitars with NX after lunch, but it turns out the Yamaha outlet at Clementi did not carry the model she wanted. Picky girl. So I decided not to join the duo, who headed for Orchard, and went home under the blistering afternoon heat. It seems like they're planning a trip to Tioman during my next recess week, but it'll be unlikely that I'll be able to go on vacation with them. You know how the school likes to torture us with post recess-week exams. Oh well, just hope this means that I can save up more money for a proposed year-end trip to Taiwan.

Decided to pop by Aunt's place, since she's been pestering me to help her clean out the tube of plain yoghurt in her refrigerator since last week. Grandpa gave me a good talking-to for not visiting for such a long time. He kind of knocked some sense into me. I have been rattling on and on about treasuring the people dearest to you, but what have I done for the people in my own family?

Having the whole day to myself tomorrow, and hopefully I'll make something out of it instead of spending another two hours on the hula again. My hip bones are starting to hurt from all the hula action.

Missing you... 6 more days

To be able to go nowhere is killing me. And to tear someone away from me for a week kills me even more.

I don't know when was the last time I woke up to find myself crying; I knew the day wasn't going to be the same. I held onto every single minute before the last message, and then broke down like a horrible kid in the supermarket. Oh well, that's just the way I release my pent up emotions, don't need to think too much into it. I just hope he's all safe and sound and enjoying himself there.

Work is another worry; I have NO work, and that's a worry to worry about. And it's no longer about doing something I love, but doing something for the money. I'm just truely bored and broke to death rotting at home. If I can spend 2 hours on the hula and laughing at Jacky Wu (sorry no pun intended there), I can't see how busy I can get. And I'm still left hanging by a moment at this very point of time.

Took out my tabs for Romance De Amor and tried it again. Seriously, it didn't seem as difficult as it was a week ago, although my barring is still giving me away. Tried to memorise the solos for Right Here Waiting and songs from my Grade 2 book, and realised that I needed to defragment my hard drive up there.

Oh well, so much for missing someone.

I just wish I could

I promptly fell asleep while chatting with Jack over MSN yesterday. So much for my habit of incessant walking. And it seems as though we're always at Marina Square.*Laughs*I hope I'm really improving in pool, or else Jack'll be hurling himself against the wall. Anyone will prolly cring while watching me play. And oh man, Kok Swee you and your words lah! But I'll forgive the ignorant this ONCE. LoL. Hope the guys liked their presents (they bombed a hole in my bank account), and it was enjoyable to hang out with classmates I haven't seen in a year.

It seems like Karthi's in the same shoes as I am; her parents are clueless about her 7-month long relationship, while the guy's family is open to the relationship. But the exception's that her boyfriend has a stable job and income right now, and the other party's all ready to welcome her into the family as soon as she graduates. I don't wish to hide it from my family anymore, because I want them to know that whenever I'm out late, I'm in safe hands. Besides, we have no intention to see anyone else anymore, so I think it's only rightful that my parents know about Jack. I'm just afraid that parents tend to stereotype undergraduate relationships as temporary flings or makeshift emotional support for our arduous study life. And I'm afraid my parents are like this. And my granddad, who warned me against relationships before I graduate from college. I have no problems with Jack's family; they seem like the nicest people around. I just hope I'm up to their expectations. As for my parents, oh well, I'll work out something with Jack when he returns from China in a week's time.

Omg.
Time kills.

Roached

I just had the daylights scared out of me when some prehistoric organism called the cockroach decided to pay my dining room an official visit. I'm still jolting whenever I hear the buzzing of wings, fearing that that thing may haunt me in my dreams, because Dad got rid of it. And I can't believe that there's no Sheltox at home~!!! Hello?! How do you expect me to fend against those nasty little creatures? A water spray?! Those monsters fly, swim, crawl and do every single thing to make my goosebumps stand. So yes, buying insecticide is on tomorrow's agenda. Sorry but I'm not a saint.

It's another venture into the little nooks and crannies of Singapore, and today we've got ourselves holed up in Settlers' Cafe at Clarke Quay, with a double date with Jack's buddy Gordon and his girlfriend. And boy, that couple squabbles like nothing in this world. *Laughs* It's largely enjoyable to watch them bicker, although I'd say that sometimes things get carried too far and people get really upset. Everytime something started to brew, I'll just turn to give Jack the "I'm so not getting what the hell is happening here" look, and realise that he's also doing the same. I wonder if we'll ever quarrel this way 5 years down the road.
Hmmmmm.
But we got to learn a couple of new games today, so that was a positive takeaway from the 8-hour long session. Yes, 2pm to 10pm. At least the food was palatable this time, no doubt still as salty as ever.

And I'm so very dreading next week. I just hope that having ice-cream with NX will do me some magic. But before that happens, I'll have to cure my sore throat, or else Mr.Jack will continue his audio assault on me.

I can't smile without you

How I wish I had all the money in the world to house all the stray kitties at Changi Point, especially that ginger one at the jetty. Then they won’t have to go around trying to pounce on unsuspecting birds and eating potato chips from a man.

It’s been a long time since hanging out was so simple; hopping from one terminal to another, accidentally meeting Fay, having lunch at a food court, picking out gummies from The Cocoa Trees, watching planes arrive and depart, busing down to Changi Village, and just taking advantage of the lovely weather, lovely setting and lovely company.







And life continues to be an awfully sweet bar of chocolates.

Won't anyone just UNDERSTAND?!

I think I'm near breaking point. The criticism, the hurtful comments, the nonsensical responses...

It hurts when people tell you so blatantly in your face when they don't like it. I'm the former conformist who does whatever pleases you. Sorry, but not from today onwards. I see no wrong with what I'm doing currently, because I believe I appropriated adequate time to everyone, and I don't think it's a crime to talk about him. I mean, don't you already know?! I wasn't even being insensitive; people just have to bring it up, and then nudge the blame in my direction.

Oh.

Thanks.

"Got boyfriend also don't tell me.""Aiyah, you're always spending time with him, where got time to go out with us?""Can you not tell me these things?"

For a second I really wished I was dumb, deaf and blind. Then I won't have to see the "disappointment", hear the complaints and answer the questions whose answers will still offend you.

And it hurts me even more because I don't wish for Jack to worry over the emotional stuff I'm going through, because the fault lies with my side, not his. And it kills me when he worries.
Sometimes I wondered if all this nonsense would end if I just wanted out of this relationship. Then it'll probably please ALL the people I call FRIENDS.

Trash

Sometimes, some people are just plain crude. They should go for group therapy for people's relations.

First stop of the day for 7th May:
YueFeng's house. Apparently he's selling his classical guitar to XiaoHui because he's planning to buy a steelstring. Easy on it, man. Maybe you should work on your strumming for Qing Tian. It was enjoyable to 'teach' the two of them, especially when YueFeng kept saying 'again!again!' when he wanted me to repeat the strumming, like they do in that gay Teletubbies tv show.
*Laughs*

Then it was lunch and kbox with JiaHui and Raymond, and Ken. Go fiqure why I separated his name.

It's high time I retired some songs from my staple songlist at kbox, and go shovel through haoting.com to look for other songs to sing. I'm dead bored singing those few songs.

Apparently something got Jack quite pissed. I shall not elaborate on this because I don't wish to spoil any stuff in our social group, but it was obvious he was disturbed from the way he stared into blank space at times. Sometimes, we just have to ignore those people who try to put us down, because obviously they have no qualms about hitting hard out at you whenever you do something wrong. It's how you recover that counts. If all fails, you still have this first aider here to mend your warped emotions.
Ganbatte yo.

Counting down 8 hours til I see you again.

Resigned to fate

I have the gross habit of laughing whenever I plug in my headphones:



It's nearing the end of my examination period, and to be frank I'm losing momentum already. I'm just glad that I'm almost done with PS (I'll just need to do a final reading before I go to sleep), and I'm basically reading my Japanese textbook for the nth time. It looks like some heavily vandalised workbook, and I'm probably going to continue adding more worms to the pages.

Jack's been unlocking district after district in NFS, and my Pontiac is basically so fast now I have problem steering.
*Laughs*
OMG I realised I've got a hundred and one things to do after my exams.

Gary's coming for his concert~!
*Faints*

Pixels and pixels

Every brain needs a good break before the next leap forward. If yours doesn't, mine's dying for one.

I swear I'll shred my JS notes as soon as I get home from school next Monday. For the past night I have been tossing and turning in bed, and dreaming up bed nightmares about my JS results.Bad karma, I'd say.

Good snack for the hungry mugger. It's actually oatmeal, and if you prefer to have your supper a little salty than sweet, just throw in an egg and some salt and you have the equivalence of a porridge, except it has the wholesome goodness of oats.

A little out of context, but I just had to do some justice to this salmon steak served by Megabites in the Science canteen. Jack was having this for dinner (it was late and they only had salmon steak left), and I was basically ogling at the sheer size of this salmon mid-section cut. I swear it's larger than your palm. Anyone's palm. For $5.50, it's a good deal for those who are extremely hungry and in need of some comfort food.

Mum and Dad were too lazy to lay their hands on the cooking utensils yesterday, so we had Oishii Pizza. We still have a 'combination' pizza left in the fridge, and whoever takes that eggplant and mushroom slice away will die a horrible death, I swear.

NM paper went well today, so it was a huge morale booster for my 2 papers on Monday. I just found it a pity that I didn't make conscientious effort to read through the SPSS handout on drawing conclusions with results from independent samples T test.

*Sighs*

Doey still looked despondent. I wonder why.

Of course, what greater way to make me smile than to bus down and endure the May heat while I mug. And for some reason, I'm glad I chose the PSP over the Nintendo DS.

And I hope the Munchies crew will discover that there's chicken in their vegetarian menu. That's such a put-off.*Bleah*

mugging, mugging, mugging

Please, just let me cross my fingers and pray that I pour out the relevant stuff for my NM paper tomorrow, instead of Tokugawa history. I'm still haunted by that horrible encounter with my JS paper yesterday. On a lighter note, I took a brief glimpse through my JS notes (so much for being cynical, but I'm nothing but that) and realised I was alright after all. I'm just hoping that the rest of the stuff from the readings will be alright. My guessing skills aren't that bad, are they?

Just had a minor tiff with my mum over the wedding dinner arrangements on the 24th. Hello woman, if you don't trust my driving skills, fine. I can't be bothered to drive you around anyway. I'd rather cab home and pay a hefty cab fare with midnight surcharge than to endure your condescending ways.Look, you can't even drive for nuts.

On a side note, I just dug up a dozen blog links of people I know, but I'm just too busy to even poke my nose into their business (despite the fact that I'm a huge KPO to a nauseating extent). After the exams, perhaps.