Hey. I know not all of us are rich la. But since Singapore have Indonesia & Malaysia to thank for defending us from the tsunami, I think at least we can scrape a bit of something to help the poor. Imagine if we din have the dang3 jian4 pai2, think the whole island of sg will be gone considering we are so small. If you, like me, don't have much cash (except for some $550 in the bank acc. *oopz..), just donate stuff that you don't need and that can help. Time to practise good karma. Point is, just help lar cos you don't know how much it'll mean to them.
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1. The Sri Lanka Embassy's collecting clothing, blankets, non-perishable food (eg. packet mee, bottled H20, Vit Tablets). It is located at Goldhill Plaza beside united square at Novena. Detalis
2. Call 1900-9111110 to donate $10 the Mercy Relief to help the victims of tsunami.
3. More ways to help
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Thank you.
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
Tuesday, December 28, 2004
Tremors
I apologise for the solemnity of the post. There are certain issues that I wanted to raise.
Bless the souls of the dead from the tsunami disaster. My condolences to those who have lost somebody. Call me a saddist, but it's through seeing these calamities that make me realised how truly fortunate I am and let me learn to appreciate a fraglie life more. I have always been interested in natural disasters since real young and the work of nature has never failed to amaze me. These natural occurances visit me only in forms of dreams and most of which I still remember vividly. As much as I wish to witness a tsunami or twister, I don't want to see any human suffering. What disturbed me terribly was parts of the report that I read about: people looting from the others during these difficult times, a report where 400 prisoners in Sri Lanka fled from high-security jails as they took advantage of the disaster and another on how the stench of the dead can be smelled 1km away. Can you imagine how chaotic it is? The tsunami not only left physical ruins but social and emotional tremors too. This catastrophe is so large-scaled, sudden and destructive that I felt as if I'm reading a story. But this is not a book, it's real life... regardless of how dramatic the reports may sound. Putting myself in the shoes of the heads of those affected countries, I thought about the amount of stress impressed on them - the shaken citizens, the poor economy, the humility of having to ask for help from another country, only to be - glad that I'm not some big shot politician, relieved that I'm a Singapore citizen and grateful that none of the people I know is involved in the tragedy.
The complacent representatives were taught a lesson at the expense of the innocent's lives. Apparently tremors were felt before the tsunami but the warnings were not taken seriously. Safety precautions that could have been done were not carried out cos certain issues seem to outweigh the other.
Channel News Asia
Read for more info. Reports are not for the weak-hearted.
The blame game's the past. It is most important to deal with the situation now. It must have been really difficult coping with such a sudden blow but at least their government is taking things in their stride.
Now I'm wondering if the Asian Champs will be canceled, with the disaster affecting Sri Lanka, India, Thailand, and Maldives (hmmm.. Where's Pakistan located?). It's not as if these countries are as economically well-off as Singapore. I'll wait for Ivy's announcement with bated breath. Honestly, I wouldn't mind if it goes both ways. Either we benefit from experiencing the competition or the countries get to save up and put the money to good use. The latter sounds better though. I wouldn't want to face an opponent whom I'll be sympathetic towards on court. Hmmm. But again, 2 months is quite some time and things can clear up pretty fast. (look at Nicoll Highway.. at the blink of an eye, it's back in use.. though the tsunami's destruction must have been 1000 times worse.) Still, Money works wonders. So the Championship might still go on. And life goes on for us. (Just like the day after the 911 incident, where I had to continue taking my O' level Chi paper, even though I was glued to Channelnews Asia the night before, in hope that annoucements will fly pass the tv screen where the government will miraculously postpone the 'O'Levels. Needless to say, my hopes were dashed.) Regardless of whatsoever, training continues...
Meanwhile do help wherever you can and receive Good Karma - What goes around, comes around.
The Singapore Red Cross Society has launched a public appeal to help victims of the Bay of Bengal earthquake and tsumami waves. The public can send their donations
By cheque to the 'Singapore Red Cross Society'
(Please indicate behind the cheque 'Tidal Waves Asia'. Included your name, address and tel number as a receipt will be sent to you.
Post the cheque to
The Singapore Red Cross
15 Penang Lane
Singapore 238486
OR
In person to the Red Cross House @
15 Penang Lane
between 9.30 am - 5.45 pm on weekdays and
9.30 am - noon on Saturdays
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Ananda Travel & Sri Lankan Airlines are appealing for donations to be airlifted to Sri Lanka. Those interested can send the donations to
133 Cecil Street
#13-02 Keck Seng Tower
Singapore 069535
OR
36 Robinson Road
#01-01 City House
Singapore 068877
Bless the souls of the dead from the tsunami disaster. My condolences to those who have lost somebody. Call me a saddist, but it's through seeing these calamities that make me realised how truly fortunate I am and let me learn to appreciate a fraglie life more. I have always been interested in natural disasters since real young and the work of nature has never failed to amaze me. These natural occurances visit me only in forms of dreams and most of which I still remember vividly. As much as I wish to witness a tsunami or twister, I don't want to see any human suffering. What disturbed me terribly was parts of the report that I read about: people looting from the others during these difficult times, a report where 400 prisoners in Sri Lanka fled from high-security jails as they took advantage of the disaster and another on how the stench of the dead can be smelled 1km away. Can you imagine how chaotic it is? The tsunami not only left physical ruins but social and emotional tremors too. This catastrophe is so large-scaled, sudden and destructive that I felt as if I'm reading a story. But this is not a book, it's real life... regardless of how dramatic the reports may sound. Putting myself in the shoes of the heads of those affected countries, I thought about the amount of stress impressed on them - the shaken citizens, the poor economy, the humility of having to ask for help from another country, only to be - glad that I'm not some big shot politician, relieved that I'm a Singapore citizen and grateful that none of the people I know is involved in the tragedy.
The complacent representatives were taught a lesson at the expense of the innocent's lives. Apparently tremors were felt before the tsunami but the warnings were not taken seriously. Safety precautions that could have been done were not carried out cos certain issues seem to outweigh the other.
Channel News Asia
Read for more info. Reports are not for the weak-hearted.
The blame game's the past. It is most important to deal with the situation now. It must have been really difficult coping with such a sudden blow but at least their government is taking things in their stride.
Now I'm wondering if the Asian Champs will be canceled, with the disaster affecting Sri Lanka, India, Thailand, and Maldives (hmmm.. Where's Pakistan located?). It's not as if these countries are as economically well-off as Singapore. I'll wait for Ivy's announcement with bated breath. Honestly, I wouldn't mind if it goes both ways. Either we benefit from experiencing the competition or the countries get to save up and put the money to good use. The latter sounds better though. I wouldn't want to face an opponent whom I'll be sympathetic towards on court. Hmmm. But again, 2 months is quite some time and things can clear up pretty fast. (look at Nicoll Highway.. at the blink of an eye, it's back in use.. though the tsunami's destruction must have been 1000 times worse.) Still, Money works wonders. So the Championship might still go on. And life goes on for us. (Just like the day after the 911 incident, where I had to continue taking my O' level Chi paper, even though I was glued to Channelnews Asia the night before, in hope that annoucements will fly pass the tv screen where the government will miraculously postpone the 'O'Levels. Needless to say, my hopes were dashed.) Regardless of whatsoever, training continues...
Meanwhile do help wherever you can and receive Good Karma - What goes around, comes around.
The Singapore Red Cross Society has launched a public appeal to help victims of the Bay of Bengal earthquake and tsumami waves. The public can send their donations
By cheque to the 'Singapore Red Cross Society'
(Please indicate behind the cheque 'Tidal Waves Asia'. Included your name, address and tel number as a receipt will be sent to you.
Post the cheque to
The Singapore Red Cross
15 Penang Lane
Singapore 238486
OR
In person to the Red Cross House @
15 Penang Lane
between 9.30 am - 5.45 pm on weekdays and
9.30 am - noon on Saturdays
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Ananda Travel & Sri Lankan Airlines are appealing for donations to be airlifted to Sri Lanka. Those interested can send the donations to
133 Cecil Street
#13-02 Keck Seng Tower
Singapore 069535
OR
36 Robinson Road
#01-01 City House
Singapore 068877
Monday, December 27, 2004
A Barry Trottered Christmas Party
Despite being the fatest and ugliest Potter one has ever seen, I'm still a happy Harry with the infamously pink scar. Happy not from seeing my godfather (Seriously Black aka Prem) but that the Nike Party was a success and that it's over (heh~). My rather disorganised preparation, failing memory and overly-low confidence managed to pull me through somehow. Everyone enjoyed themselves minus the little hiccups I had during the presentations ("me [points at serene], Serene [points at myself] and Liling" .. hence i'm known as Serene) and my failed attempt at magic. Hmmm.. I think they enjoyed laughing at me too. HAHA.. Boy, I'm glad that it's over~ Though, it's through these hiccups that I experience and truly learn from.
All the fun would not have been possible without my dearest committee, Fairy Serene & Witchcula Liling. Thank you for helping me out of those sticky situations and for organising the games and party stuff. I'm not big at speeches and presentations so really thank you for your steadfastness and systematicness. And also thank you to the ever spontaneous participants of the club, who kept the ball rolling, the people laughing and the games enjoyable (even for the organisers to watch).
Once again, as witnessed from the games, Nike members have proved themselves to be clever, creative, fun and great teamworkers!~ Thank you for gracing the event. =)
P/S: Many Nike players have real potential to be magicians (pronounced as 'magiKtion') so during your retirement years do consider joining the 'Ministry of Magic' (aka Magik industry), you never know if you have the wizarding blood in you.
signed,
Grace Potter
All the fun would not have been possible without my dearest committee, Fairy Serene & Witchcula Liling. Thank you for helping me out of those sticky situations and for organising the games and party stuff. I'm not big at speeches and presentations so really thank you for your steadfastness and systematicness. And also thank you to the ever spontaneous participants of the club, who kept the ball rolling, the people laughing and the games enjoyable (even for the organisers to watch).
Once again, as witnessed from the games, Nike members have proved themselves to be clever, creative, fun and great teamworkers!~ Thank you for gracing the event. =)
P/S: Many Nike players have real potential to be magicians (pronounced as 'magiKtion') so during your retirement years do consider joining the 'Ministry of Magic' (aka Magik industry), you never know if you have the wizarding blood in you.
signed,
Grace Potter
Sunday, December 19, 2004
Rich again + De butt in de open..
Muahahah. I am 550 dollars richer from the study awards, so in event if I start to bitch bt being poor, slappp my face..
Wealth aside, life is cruel. I'm starting school within 24hrs time. Back to sleepless nights, computer-sick days, bigger eye bags and lecturer's lecture. On top of that, I have tons of draining trainings to survive thru. No, I'm not complaining, it's an honour and has been my passion to play for the Singapore Open Team (how patriotic) and certainly a dream come true. My debut(pronounced as dee butt) afterall. But right now, every part of me is being put to the extremest test.. be it an obligation to not let the others down, a personal challenge to strive further, or a desire to prove myself. There's no time for complacency, laziness and inconsistency. (Though it'll be hard, given my glutton-like nature). It's stressful to be in the team competing for perfection all the time, but it's the only way I can take my game to a higher level. No more excuses for my bad balance of studies and play as I draw inspiration from Grace Chew (whom I saw at the Nike Clinic today). (hahaha.. okay, I'm in a rhyming mood today.)
And with this entry, I pledge to popcorn and friend that I won't let you down, won't neglect my studies and continue to play as hard as I can. (else you can slappp my face, ban me from eating excellent popcorn [<-- I swear that's the worst thing you can deprived me of on earth] or just killlrr me. =)
Your'rer gornar killr meir?
Nor nor, I'mm justr kiddingr.
Kerpal
Wealth aside, life is cruel. I'm starting school within 24hrs time. Back to sleepless nights, computer-sick days, bigger eye bags and lecturer's lecture. On top of that, I have tons of draining trainings to survive thru. No, I'm not complaining, it's an honour and has been my passion to play for the Singapore Open Team (how patriotic) and certainly a dream come true. My debut(pronounced as dee butt) afterall. But right now, every part of me is being put to the extremest test.. be it an obligation to not let the others down, a personal challenge to strive further, or a desire to prove myself. There's no time for complacency, laziness and inconsistency. (Though it'll be hard, given my glutton-like nature). It's stressful to be in the team competing for perfection all the time, but it's the only way I can take my game to a higher level. No more excuses for my bad balance of studies and play as I draw inspiration from Grace Chew (whom I saw at the Nike Clinic today). (hahaha.. okay, I'm in a rhyming mood today.)
And with this entry, I pledge to popcorn and friend that I won't let you down, won't neglect my studies and continue to play as hard as I can. (else you can slappp my face, ban me from eating excellent popcorn [<-- I swear that's the worst thing you can deprived me of on earth] or just killlrr me. =)
Your'rer gornar killr meir?
Nor nor, I'mm justr kiddingr.
Kerpal
Friday, December 10, 2004
Brace Yourself Grace
I'm just crapping around in this entry. I'm sure the camp would be pretty fun regardless of the results.
All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go...
Judgment Day is here. Sri Lanka test series. One flop and I'm gone. I'm prepared mentally, to take anything. Anything at all. Cos I am a superwoman~ Muahahaha. After completing 10km of run without stopping. I thought I could overcome anything. Until the next day, a 6 k interval run came along. Sooner or later, I'll be fit enough to be a national tracker. That is if I don't quit halfway and join the National Cricket Team. Right now, I have to face the music.
Photoshoots, cameras and television programmes. Imagine the glory of getting into the open team. BaaHungryPig1 messaged on Wed: "Watch channel 5 'Training Day' now. Got Grace Sim and Felicia Chin." Muahahahah. I love Siti bapok hungry pig Abang Fluffy's straightforwardness. She made me feel like a celebrity. Wahahahaa. Afterall, I truly am the next Singapore Idol.
Before my dreams get too carried away, I have to bring my focus back to the 3-day Opens selection camp. How can one blame me for thinking about alternatives if I don't make the team? What can I do but let my imagination run wild in the 2-day jail? (Welcome to my life... of living like flowers in the attic..)
I'm leaving on a jetplane to Lion City hotel. Goodbye is not forever. Bless me.
All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go...
Judgment Day is here. Sri Lanka test series. One flop and I'm gone. I'm prepared mentally, to take anything. Anything at all. Cos I am a superwoman~ Muahahaha. After completing 10km of run without stopping. I thought I could overcome anything. Until the next day, a 6 k interval run came along. Sooner or later, I'll be fit enough to be a national tracker. That is if I don't quit halfway and join the National Cricket Team. Right now, I have to face the music.
Photoshoots, cameras and television programmes. Imagine the glory of getting into the open team. BaaHungryPig1 messaged on Wed: "Watch channel 5 'Training Day' now. Got Grace Sim and Felicia Chin." Muahahahah. I love Siti bapok hungry pig Abang Fluffy's straightforwardness. She made me feel like a celebrity. Wahahahaa. Afterall, I truly am the next Singapore Idol.
Before my dreams get too carried away, I have to bring my focus back to the 3-day Opens selection camp. How can one blame me for thinking about alternatives if I don't make the team? What can I do but let my imagination run wild in the 2-day jail? (Welcome to my life... of living like flowers in the attic..)
I'm leaving on a jetplane to Lion City hotel. Goodbye is not forever. Bless me.
Friday, December 03, 2004
Flowers In the Attic. Fwahahahaha...
Ever seen a theatrical trailer for thrillers from the 1980s?
1987 trailer
It's hysterical.
Don't get me wrong. I like the story a lot. So much that I teared a bit from reading the book. But the movie trailer made everything so funny.
In the trailer, they seemed to be so afraid that the audiences wouldn't know what the title of the movie is.. the movie title, 'Flowers In the Attic' was repeated 3 times, all with the same matter-of-factly tone and gigantic fonts (that even the blind can see) appearing in the middle of the screen at the supposedly suspenseful moments ie. wrong times in addition to the lamest acting and effects I've ever seen. I was laughing like Fluffy (a 3-headed hungry and mad dog). Anyways, thanks to one of my girls, I realised that a movie about the book existed. I don't care whether it's a flop, I'm still gonna catch it. Maybe d/l it from somewhere. Actually the trailer isn't that bad after all lar...
Meanwhile, (in the most serious tone).. Flowers In the Attic. fwahahaahhaa..
1987 trailer
It's hysterical.
Don't get me wrong. I like the story a lot. So much that I teared a bit from reading the book. But the movie trailer made everything so funny.
In the trailer, they seemed to be so afraid that the audiences wouldn't know what the title of the movie is.. the movie title, 'Flowers In the Attic' was repeated 3 times, all with the same matter-of-factly tone and gigantic fonts (that even the blind can see) appearing in the middle of the screen at the supposedly suspenseful moments ie. wrong times in addition to the lamest acting and effects I've ever seen. I was laughing like Fluffy (a 3-headed hungry and mad dog). Anyways, thanks to one of my girls, I realised that a movie about the book existed. I don't care whether it's a flop, I'm still gonna catch it. Maybe d/l it from somewhere. Actually the trailer isn't that bad after all lar...
Meanwhile, (in the most serious tone).. Flowers In the Attic. fwahahaahhaa..
Saturday, November 27, 2004
Poor Me
If you see me begging along the streets of Orchard Rd, don't be surprised. I'm officially bankrupt. So share the Christmas spirit and go on, donate money to my bank account. Cash accidentally slipped into my wallet is appreciated as well.
So here I am, with too much time, too little money, sharing a few tips on how to get on with life without a penny.
1. Stay at home (you can't be tempted to buy things outside the house)
2. Surf the Net (if the bills are not paid by you)
3. Sing
4. Play guitar
5. Sort out your photo albums
6. Do your secondary school maths sums that weren't completed (prevents your brain from rusting)
7. Knit or crochet (get the threads from Mum's room, so that you don't need to buy)
8. Watch TV / DVDs.
9. Sleep
10. Chat on the phone (find a good chatter)
11. Clean up your room (or the whole house if you have the time)
12. Decorate the walls
13. Learn to cook
14. Eat at home
15. When Outside - Avoid cabs and take buses (get Daddy to top up your ez link)
16. Take a walk nearby. (avoid dingy streets. when you meet a robber, come clean and tell them you have no money)
17. Play basketball at the neighbourhood courts. (terrorise the kids to treating you a drink if you're bigger-sized.)
18. Read - Borrow books from the library (return on time else you'll be fined)
19. Pick up waste materials around the house and make something out of it.
20. Listen to music and stone in your room. (if your mind's really active, you can afford to entertain a few thoughts.)
I hope the few pointers above are useful. Now that you have saved some money, my acc. number is 1234-56789-10-11-12. Regards.
So here I am, with too much time, too little money, sharing a few tips on how to get on with life without a penny.
1. Stay at home (you can't be tempted to buy things outside the house)
2. Surf the Net (if the bills are not paid by you)
3. Sing
4. Play guitar
5. Sort out your photo albums
6. Do your secondary school maths sums that weren't completed (prevents your brain from rusting)
7. Knit or crochet (get the threads from Mum's room, so that you don't need to buy)
8. Watch TV / DVDs.
9. Sleep
10. Chat on the phone (find a good chatter)
11. Clean up your room (or the whole house if you have the time)
12. Decorate the walls
13. Learn to cook
14. Eat at home
15. When Outside - Avoid cabs and take buses (get Daddy to top up your ez link)
16. Take a walk nearby. (avoid dingy streets. when you meet a robber, come clean and tell them you have no money)
17. Play basketball at the neighbourhood courts. (terrorise the kids to treating you a drink if you're bigger-sized.)
18. Read - Borrow books from the library (return on time else you'll be fined)
19. Pick up waste materials around the house and make something out of it.
20. Listen to music and stone in your room. (if your mind's really active, you can afford to entertain a few thoughts.)
I hope the few pointers above are useful. Now that you have saved some money, my acc. number is 1234-56789-10-11-12. Regards.
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
Back with a Vengeance
This blog will get as dusty as my room if I ever fall sick again. But that will be in a million years.. cos my body's tough as steel (from my self-built antibodies). Come SARS may.. I'll survive you.
Strong I may be, however, I'm flawed. I have one greatest fear of the moment. And this judgement day is approaching nearer and nearer. No, it's not exams. Not even death. It's ....the B.E.E.P test. Yes. I dread it so much, I wish I'm dead. But I have to face the music, pull up my socks and.... run. I have to be strong and run till my lungs forbid, till I drop dead upon the 12th point zero stage and till I lay in the ambulance. Yes.. for money or fame. (Both actually)
But, seriously, I'll never manage to crawl till that stage, even if I insisted on crawling on. Not because of the people that will drag me out... But cos I know I'm not physically cut to run at that intensity.
There are no shortcuts. But at the back of my mind, it's difficult to keep wacky ideas like eating steroids from reoccuring. Even the glimpse of hope that I can pysch myself to complete the run is as small as Kate cancelling the entire test.
Since things like eating steroids and waking up the next morning in Pearline's body are impossible, I have to drag my lazy feet to hit the road and push my body limits.
How far can I go? I'll never know. The logic in my mind is in distress, yet the heart pants: "I can, I can." So I'll run till my heart collapse. (maciam hero sia..) Muahahahaha..
hmmmmm...
nahhh... The prospect of waking up in Pearline's body sounds more optimistic. =P
Fly me to the 12th stage right away. Ayyyyyiii..
Strong I may be, however, I'm flawed. I have one greatest fear of the moment. And this judgement day is approaching nearer and nearer. No, it's not exams. Not even death. It's ....the B.E.E.P test. Yes. I dread it so much, I wish I'm dead. But I have to face the music, pull up my socks and.... run. I have to be strong and run till my lungs forbid, till I drop dead upon the 12th point zero stage and till I lay in the ambulance. Yes.. for money or fame. (Both actually)
But, seriously, I'll never manage to crawl till that stage, even if I insisted on crawling on. Not because of the people that will drag me out... But cos I know I'm not physically cut to run at that intensity.
There are no shortcuts. But at the back of my mind, it's difficult to keep wacky ideas like eating steroids from reoccuring. Even the glimpse of hope that I can pysch myself to complete the run is as small as Kate cancelling the entire test.
Since things like eating steroids and waking up the next morning in Pearline's body are impossible, I have to drag my lazy feet to hit the road and push my body limits.
How far can I go? I'll never know. The logic in my mind is in distress, yet the heart pants: "I can, I can." So I'll run till my heart collapse. (maciam hero sia..) Muahahahaha..
hmmmmm...
nahhh... The prospect of waking up in Pearline's body sounds more optimistic. =P
Fly me to the 12th stage right away. Ayyyyyiii..
Thursday, November 11, 2004
Recovery
Thanks to my blocked nose, I sounded like I'm having sex when I was doing weights. And thanks to the L word, I'm getting such 'coloured' ideas. I must say it's a really open-minded drama series. (so much that I'm progressing real slowly, trying to take everything in. or rather, it's just that my hearing's so bad, I have to keep rewinding to catch every single word.) I'm beginning to see things around me differently. Singapore's really comparable with L.A eh? So many couples around that I thought I was in the world of the L word for a moment.
'Sexuality is fluid....just go with the flow.'- Shane
Ok, back to 'ME' (though you might hate it)... I do feel better already. With the help of Panandol, Strepsils (yes, it does work), Pi2 Pa2 Gao1, some love from the people around me. And of course, just the look of Shane is enough to make me recover. Muahahah. I'll be back on court and ready to play on Friday. Just you watch. strepsil (period). starts singing.. 'I feel pretty, oh so pretty...'
'Sexuality is fluid....just go with the flow.'- Shane
Ok, back to 'ME' (though you might hate it)... I do feel better already. With the help of Panandol, Strepsils (yes, it does work), Pi2 Pa2 Gao1, some love from the people around me. And of course, just the look of Shane is enough to make me recover. Muahahah. I'll be back on court and ready to play on Friday. Just you watch. strepsil (period). starts singing.. 'I feel pretty, oh so pretty...'
Sunday, November 07, 2004
Old friends are still gold
I have the sweetest friends ever to nurse me back to perfect health, to travel a distance this far for me, to walk with me through these years. Thank you Piglet and Rabbit. You guys are perfect. I could never ask for more. You are the ones who know what I truly want and what I truly need. Love you. This is the best fever I've ever experienced. =)
Saddist or Optimist?
Watching the numbers rise and pass the previous measurements, I'm pleased to know that I'm sick. It's been so long since I last ran a fever. Say.. 3-4years or even more. (My wish was not to fall sick though. Who in the right mind will wish that?) Er.. I'm not in the right mind to feel pleased either. But hey, excuse me, I AM running a fever, part of my brain is already burnt. Don't worry, I don't blame the fried/heaty food I ate yesterday. Grace Sim never rejects delicious food... even if she's not in the right (and left) mind. Anyways, it is time for me to know how it feels to be sick again, I almost forgot.. (That everyone do fall sick..) Time to build and strengthen my antibodies. I'm not in agony. It gives me joy to know that within my body there's a battle going on and my immune system will emerge victorious.. Ready to prepare for another war.. Can't help feeling this way when there are new diseases coming out all the time. Even the old viruses/bacterias are attacking the human race again. But I do hope that I can have my peaceful sleep during this ongoing battle. And yea~ the figures on the rise again. Current record's 38.7 degree celsius... My brain's roasted. (But who cares, honestly, as long as I'm happy.)
Anyone who wishes to get a fever to fake an MC or skip a training or whatsoever, can share my drink, no commision charged.
Anyone who wishes to get a fever to fake an MC or skip a training or whatsoever, can share my drink, no commision charged.
Happy~
Ms. Topsy Turvy would like to thank everyone who made my day! Happy to be busy and loaded with extra weights for once. No, I didn't go for breast enhancement op. (though I don't mean tt for the extra wts.) Instead, I found a new way to flatter my assets with a change of dressing. =)
And those dinner + supper treats were delicious!~ My stomach was for the first time put to the challenge. Alas, I failed myself. Being unable to eat more free meals is such a waste. Anyhowma, I still enjoyed the food, cake, ice cream and yes, mudpie. Siti, you're so jealous, I can feel it. It's ok. Fasting month will be over soon.
To sum it up, thank you everything and everyone I've seen today, (yes, even the guys I got to oggle at in the mrt, the delicious looking food, the neverending messages, and of course the people who dated me or the ones I dated..[talk abt multiple dates. muahahahah.]) because I feel happy. Real happy. Thank ke you You!
Thank you Serene for the song.. =)
I Feel Pretty
by West Side Story (Anger Management OST)
MARIA
I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty,
I feel pretty and witty and bright!
And I pity
Any girl who isn't me tonight.
I feel charming,
Oh, so charming
It's alarming how charming I feel!
And so pretty
That I hardly can believe I'm real.
See the pretty girl in that mirror there:
Who can that attractive girl be?
Such a pretty face,
Such a pretty dress,
Such a pretty smile,
Such a pretty me!
I feel stunning
And entrancing,
Feel like running and dancing for joy,
For I'm loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!
GIRLS
Have you met my good friend Maria,
The craziest girl on the block?
You'll know her the minute you see her,
She's the one who is in an advanced state of shock.
She thinks she's in love.
She thinks she's in Spain.
She isn't in love,
She's merely insane.
It must be the heat
Or some rare disease,
Or too much to eat
Or maybe it's fleas.
Keep away from her,
Send for Chino!
This is not the
Maria we know!
Modest and pure,
Polite and refined,
Well-bred and mature
And out of her mind!
MARIA
I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty
That the city should give me its key.
A committee
Should be organized to honor me.
GIRLS
La la la la . . .
MARIA
I feel dizzy,
I feel sunny,
I feel fizzy and funny and fine,
And so pretty,
Miss America can just resign!
GIRLS
La la la la . . .
MARIA
See the pretty girl in that mirror there:
GIRLS
What mirror where?
MARIA
Who can that attractive girl be?
GIRLS
Which? What? Where? Whom?
MARIA
Such a pretty face,
Such a pretty dress,
Such a pretty smile,
Such a pretty me!
GIRLS
Such a pretty me!
ALL
I feel stunning
And entrancing,
Feel like running and dancing for joy,
For I'm loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!
And those dinner + supper treats were delicious!~ My stomach was for the first time put to the challenge. Alas, I failed myself. Being unable to eat more free meals is such a waste. Anyhowma, I still enjoyed the food, cake, ice cream and yes, mudpie. Siti, you're so jealous, I can feel it. It's ok. Fasting month will be over soon.
To sum it up, thank you everything and everyone I've seen today, (yes, even the guys I got to oggle at in the mrt, the delicious looking food, the neverending messages, and of course the people who dated me or the ones I dated..[talk abt multiple dates. muahahahah.]) because I feel happy. Real happy. Thank ke you You!
Thank you Serene for the song.. =)
I Feel Pretty
by West Side Story (Anger Management OST)
MARIA
I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty,
I feel pretty and witty and bright!
And I pity
Any girl who isn't me tonight.
I feel charming,
Oh, so charming
It's alarming how charming I feel!
And so pretty
That I hardly can believe I'm real.
See the pretty girl in that mirror there:
Who can that attractive girl be?
Such a pretty face,
Such a pretty dress,
Such a pretty smile,
Such a pretty me!
I feel stunning
And entrancing,
Feel like running and dancing for joy,
For I'm loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!
GIRLS
Have you met my good friend Maria,
The craziest girl on the block?
You'll know her the minute you see her,
She's the one who is in an advanced state of shock.
She thinks she's in love.
She thinks she's in Spain.
She isn't in love,
She's merely insane.
It must be the heat
Or some rare disease,
Or too much to eat
Or maybe it's fleas.
Keep away from her,
Send for Chino!
This is not the
Maria we know!
Modest and pure,
Polite and refined,
Well-bred and mature
And out of her mind!
MARIA
I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty
That the city should give me its key.
A committee
Should be organized to honor me.
GIRLS
La la la la . . .
MARIA
I feel dizzy,
I feel sunny,
I feel fizzy and funny and fine,
And so pretty,
Miss America can just resign!
GIRLS
La la la la . . .
MARIA
See the pretty girl in that mirror there:
GIRLS
What mirror where?
MARIA
Who can that attractive girl be?
GIRLS
Which? What? Where? Whom?
MARIA
Such a pretty face,
Such a pretty dress,
Such a pretty smile,
Such a pretty me!
GIRLS
Such a pretty me!
ALL
I feel stunning
And entrancing,
Feel like running and dancing for joy,
For I'm loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
Simple Therapy to Happiness
Think twice before throwing away those leftovers. You could help fill stomachs of the poor strays.
I'm not the sort of kind soul who drops food for the strays often, but I simply had this urge to do something good today. I'd been in a foul mood.
It's amazing how a simple act, like feeding strays, can warm my heart and make me so genuinely happy, it's almost magical. Just looking at the cats munch on the leftovers, (Pls don't take it sadistically. The food is clean. I swear.) I felt like one of those animal rescue officer on the Animal Planet, saving those underfed and abused strays.
People walking past must have thought I'm crazy when they caught me smiling to myself. I was filled with glee watching the cats roll over in satisfaction and licking their paws clean. I wish I could have a pet of my own and shower it with love everytime I see it. This way, I could be happy every single day. (But the lioness in the family forbids..sigh~z.)
I seldom feed strays because I don't encourage them to breed and reproduce. Fortunately, the ones I fed were sterilized (marked by their clipped ear - for cats), so I don't feel guilty. I've been watching the Animal Planet and learning more about their amazing capabilities. Now I understand why people like cats. Their solitude nature and independence has just gotten me mesmerized. Don't get me wrong, I still love dogs. It's just that I never expected the cat to climb up my scale this fast. Probably it's due to the fact that I had been blinded by the myths about them. (Yes, yes.. Praise to the Animal Planet. Hail Animal Planet.. - SCV better pay me for advertising.)
But seriously, if you are feeling down and need something to perk yourself up, feed the strays (cats or dogs - sterilized please). It's good karma for one. And you'd be surprised how good you'll feel having made a furry friend happy (without feeling compromised). Animals are the sweetest things on earth. =)
*Don't buy animal skin products. Remember, when the buying stops, the killing can too. (yes yes, Animal Planet channel... Show me the money~)
I'm not the sort of kind soul who drops food for the strays often, but I simply had this urge to do something good today. I'd been in a foul mood.
It's amazing how a simple act, like feeding strays, can warm my heart and make me so genuinely happy, it's almost magical. Just looking at the cats munch on the leftovers, (Pls don't take it sadistically. The food is clean. I swear.) I felt like one of those animal rescue officer on the Animal Planet, saving those underfed and abused strays.
People walking past must have thought I'm crazy when they caught me smiling to myself. I was filled with glee watching the cats roll over in satisfaction and licking their paws clean. I wish I could have a pet of my own and shower it with love everytime I see it. This way, I could be happy every single day. (But the lioness in the family forbids..sigh~z.)
I seldom feed strays because I don't encourage them to breed and reproduce. Fortunately, the ones I fed were sterilized (marked by their clipped ear - for cats), so I don't feel guilty. I've been watching the Animal Planet and learning more about their amazing capabilities. Now I understand why people like cats. Their solitude nature and independence has just gotten me mesmerized. Don't get me wrong, I still love dogs. It's just that I never expected the cat to climb up my scale this fast. Probably it's due to the fact that I had been blinded by the myths about them. (Yes, yes.. Praise to the Animal Planet. Hail Animal Planet.. - SCV better pay me for advertising.)
But seriously, if you are feeling down and need something to perk yourself up, feed the strays (cats or dogs - sterilized please). It's good karma for one. And you'd be surprised how good you'll feel having made a furry friend happy (without feeling compromised). Animals are the sweetest things on earth. =)
*Don't buy animal skin products. Remember, when the buying stops, the killing can too. (yes yes, Animal Planet channel... Show me the money~)
Friday, October 29, 2004
Mutant (warning: explicit content -sexual references)
This entry is fictional but inspired from a few real-life physical traits, 1 single thought and 1 tv series.
I believe that I'm either a half evolved man stuck in a woman's body, a 'submissive' gay in my previous life, or a female overcharged with testosterone living in the now. If not, my sprouting moustache (having given Hilter a run for his life,), electrostatic spider legs ('zzx..zzzzx') and the trail of forested hair leading to the bush (oops~) will never be justified. On top of that, me being too arrogant to settle for anything less, actually shows an uncanny resemblance to the male's egotism as well. My love for vulgarities isn't helping to convince myself that I'm a woomun.
Honestly speaking, if I were to chop off my locks, deepen my voice and go for a breast reduction op, I'm pretty sure I could pass for a perfect guy (on a scale of 10 with the eunuch scoring full marks.)... Who knows, I might just get lucky and have a handsome gay falling head over heels for me. How else can you ever hook up a good-looking and sensitive individual of the opposite sex who loves you truly? 'Good men are either married, dead, or gay.' Damn...
I'm a confused girl going through adolescence, stuck in the gender-disarrayed civilisation and turning gay (for men). The point is, my proud ego, loud approach (anyone never heard me scold 'N* B**' before?) and strong appearance is so manly, it disturbs me. Gays, any takers? Muahahaahaha..
The author's going nuts... so seriously, don't take the entry seriously.
I believe that I'm either a half evolved man stuck in a woman's body, a 'submissive' gay in my previous life, or a female overcharged with testosterone living in the now. If not, my sprouting moustache (having given Hilter a run for his life,), electrostatic spider legs ('zzx..zzzzx') and the trail of forested hair leading to the bush (oops~) will never be justified. On top of that, me being too arrogant to settle for anything less, actually shows an uncanny resemblance to the male's egotism as well. My love for vulgarities isn't helping to convince myself that I'm a woomun.
Honestly speaking, if I were to chop off my locks, deepen my voice and go for a breast reduction op, I'm pretty sure I could pass for a perfect guy (on a scale of 10 with the eunuch scoring full marks.)... Who knows, I might just get lucky and have a handsome gay falling head over heels for me. How else can you ever hook up a good-looking and sensitive individual of the opposite sex who loves you truly? 'Good men are either married, dead, or gay.' Damn...
I'm a confused girl going through adolescence, stuck in the gender-disarrayed civilisation and turning gay (for men). The point is, my proud ego, loud approach (anyone never heard me scold 'N* B**' before?) and strong appearance is so manly, it disturbs me. Gays, any takers? Muahahaahaha..
The author's going nuts... so seriously, don't take the entry seriously.
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
Evolving again. (2)
'..black gives depth to things. And I like darkness because in darkness you become more alert, less judgmental. ..you have to use your senses more.
- Alan Tern (8days)
my new idol
Interesting how blogs can bring about so much commotion (in general). People get both positive & negative feedback depending on how one takes it. Not everyone is a saddist, really. You'll be surprised how much less judgmental people you can find around you. =)
My blog is all punk'd up. Correcting designs after people's feedback. (and of course, after Alan Tern's persuasion. muahahaha.. as if..) White backgroud looks 'dreamier'. Black background has a 'darker' feel and less 'netballish' (acc. to a fellow netballer). But I like both anyhowz. Glad that I finally found out how to change the 'nice-but-so-difficult-to-read' text. Still doing color tests. Lazy to change the layout though I'm so eng. Will do it some other time. Big Thank You to ppl giving me the critics. Your feedback is greatly appreciated.
- Alan Tern (8days)
my new idol
Interesting how blogs can bring about so much commotion (in general). People get both positive & negative feedback depending on how one takes it. Not everyone is a saddist, really. You'll be surprised how much less judgmental people you can find around you. =)
My blog is all punk'd up. Correcting designs after people's feedback. (and of course, after Alan Tern's persuasion. muahahaha.. as if..) White backgroud looks 'dreamier'. Black background has a 'darker' feel and less 'netballish' (acc. to a fellow netballer). But I like both anyhowz. Glad that I finally found out how to change the 'nice-but-so-difficult-to-read' text. Still doing color tests. Lazy to change the layout though I'm so eng. Will do it some other time. Big Thank You to ppl giving me the critics. Your feedback is greatly appreciated.
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
Accidental Surprise
AYC '04 team
You'll never expect what I've just stumbled upon. http://www.netballasia.com/index.html
Not a fantastic site. Wendy's site will put it to shame. I was disappointed when I clicked on the links. But it's at least something anyway. =)
Sunday, October 24, 2004
Morbid.
Just being solemn. Death comes to everybody. Face them with respect, especially those who had to live in consciousness knowing their numbered days, for they have surpass the most fearsome moment of their life. . Be grateful, for the fears that you have are not the greatest. =)
Evolution
I'm getting better at this. Muahahahah. Just figured how to add in my own music by snooping around. This is the 1st song that came to my mind. I love the strumming of the guitar though the lyrics may not make sense. Pure joy to share music online. If you like what you hear, you know what to do la.. Muahahaha. MSN never fails me. (shhhhhhhhh...) *if the looping music irritates u, u can always stop it manually. =P
Meant to Live by Switchfoot
Fumbling his confidence
And wondering why the world has passed him by
Hoping that he's bent for more than arguments
And failed attempts to fly, fly
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Somewhere we live inside
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Dreaming about Providence
And whether mice or men have second tries
Maybe we've been livin with our eyes half open
Maybe we're bent and broken, broken
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Somewhere we live inside
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
We want more than this world's got to offer
We want more than this world's got to offer
We want more than the wars of our fathers
And everything inside screams for second life yeah
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live
We were meant to live
Hallelujah by Rufus Wainwright
I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music do you?
It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled King composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Baby I've been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
There was a time when you let me know
What's real and going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The Holy Dark was moving too
And every breath we drew was hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Maybe there's a God above
And all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
And it's not a cry you can hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Meant to Live by Switchfoot
Fumbling his confidence
And wondering why the world has passed him by
Hoping that he's bent for more than arguments
And failed attempts to fly, fly
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Somewhere we live inside
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Dreaming about Providence
And whether mice or men have second tries
Maybe we've been livin with our eyes half open
Maybe we're bent and broken, broken
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Somewhere we live inside
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
We want more than this world's got to offer
We want more than this world's got to offer
We want more than the wars of our fathers
And everything inside screams for second life yeah
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live
We were meant to live
Hallelujah by Rufus Wainwright
I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music do you?
It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled King composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Baby I've been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
There was a time when you let me know
What's real and going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The Holy Dark was moving too
And every breath we drew was hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Maybe there's a God above
And all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
And it's not a cry you can hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Voicing Out
Talking happily and Loudly.
Ok. I just can't keep my mouth shut. The internet has been calling out to me to make my presence known in the virtual world. I've experienced the wonders of the net and simply couldn't resist the temptations to try them out myself. (Gotta try everything once in life.) Some thoughts are better off read publicly than sealed and forgotten in my head. Like how I've always been itching to give my 2cents worth of comments upon reading a friend's blog. Cos who knows I might just learn something from it. Even better, if someone else does.
Guess this is a way for those who don't know me to know me better. Ironically (as I heard many people 'thrice' said), in a virtual world. Although I do care half bt that, the thought of being heard is too overwhelming. But again, it's up to me to portray what I am in here (there's always 2 sides to things) so you're better off knowing the real me some other reliable way. grinz* I know it's depressing to read about sad entries, so I'll resist the urge to spill them out, don't need anyone to sympathise with me now cos I'm happy. Real happy. You'll find out why. Indulging the simple pleasures of life.
Anyways, I'm making a public blog particularly for entertaining purposes. For you to read, and for me to work on my designs, and well, 'maybe' more. Yep, I'm trying to create a web site of my own for my port foilo and I decided that I can familarise myself with the 'Hypertext Markup Language' (HTML) from the provided skins and by modifying them. Kill 4 birds with 1 stone. Design, Learn, Write, Read, and Entertain. Hey wait, that's 5. =)
I'll try my best to keep those posts coming in. (Which I will now, cause I've been so eng with my school holidays.) Oh yeah, did I explain why I'm real happy? 'Cause I finally found the courage to express myself 'online' through this blog, bringing words and thoughts to others and 'hahahaha!~'(most importantly), I've picked up sooo much web designing and editing skills by beautifying my blog, I think I can finally pass the web design module in my course with flying colours~~
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