Reflections

Hello. So sorry for being missing for a while. As usual, was busy catching up with my darling and trying to get my life in order.

I am, of course, very very happy that he is already back. And I could enjoy my time with him. The past week was extremely wonderful. It's really great to have him hold my hands again, give me reassuring hugs and kisses and for just being there with me. His presence just soothes my nerves. I've never felt so relaxed. But at the back of my mind, I knew this is going to end pretty soon. I will have to go back to Singapore where my only form of communication with him is via expensive phonecalls and online chatting. I know this is extremely silly of me to worry now, but I really dread the day when I have to say goodbye to him. I really hate the moment. But I know it is going to happen again and again. SIGH. Anyway, right now, I am just going to enjoy every moment with him and not think about these things. Carpe Diem!

On another matter, I was being totally irresponsible the past week. I was so keen to have a good rest that I took a complete rest. I tried to rest by not letting choir problems affect me, but in actual fact, I was avoiding them. This resulted in a major major problem since I did not bother to do follow up work. I figured that I needed a good rest and recharge before going back to Singapore. Urgh. What a lousy excuse. Anyway, things are being patched up now, I am trying to do my part in rebuilding the tarnished impression as well as putting in some more effort in getting that budget approved. I need to move myself.

Well, the first and second "story" has got to do with each other. I am confused actually. I want to strike a good blance between my studies, him and choir. But I seem to be failing all. At least for now, studies is out of the picture. But the thing is, it's so darn difficult. How not to give full attention to him when the last time I saw him was 10 months ago? How many nights have I slept with tear-filled eyes? How many times have I looked longingly at other couples and wished that he's around? I know I have to grow up, to stop clinging so much on him, but I just can't. It's so difficult. Because I just love him so so much. Let go, wind. Let go.

Wacky Macky Mouse!

Here's the photo of my lurvely mouse thanks to my dearest darling!


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I am very very happy today. Just the whole day with him alone. Pure bliss. Extremely extremely happy to see him again. And to have him around me lah.

Hello.

*grin*
Guess who's home?
And guess who's been having fun throughout the day?
And guess who has a new toy - beautiful Mac mouse!!! Thank you!

Heart Warmer

When you are feeling down,
When you feel like there's no one loving you,
When life gets a little rough,
Go to Calvin and Hobbes.

This warmed my heart. Hope it will warm yours too.

Drifts

You want to know what is irritating? It is having your mom hovering just behind you as you are just clicking on somebody's blog and asking who and what is it. Hello. Leave me alone lah. More irritation ensued as she will claim that she bought the Mac for me. Bah.

Anyway. Less than 12 hours to go now. Just hoping the few hours would pass quickly. I'm excited, but probably not to the point that I can't sleep. My eyes ache and I want a good cough-less sleep.

Well, I don't know what else to say.

Since I won't get to blog this tomorrow, Welcome home darling!

Delirious

Firstly, I'm HOME!

Secondly, I've just spent 3 minutes connecting to dial up using my Mac. So easy! And typing on my Mac beats the noisy keyboard at home. Heehee.

Thirdly, I've caught the flu bug, but I'm still up and going coz there's just so much work to be done!

Fourthly, the weather in KL is hot but dry. Good good. I just need to apply more moisturiser.

And so on...

Hamster quote

Took this from somebody's blog.

"when your hamster leaves you to go to great hamster wheel in the sky, you'll have a hamster-sized hole in your heart which is difficult to live with"

How true.

What if it is some person you love? Won't your whole heart be gone since the person is so so much bigger? Sometimes I could really feel you surrounding me. Your total being fills every part of me. Taking you away will be like taking me away too.

***

Sometimes I feel that to judge who your friends are by the THINGS they give is extremely childish.

Nah. Just a random thought.

I'm going to collapse any minute

I feel so tired. My body really feels like jelly. My neck cannot support my heavy head anymore. I didn't know that two full days of teamwork activity could wreck such havoc.

Anyway, the retreat was uh, OK lah. Good parts about it would be the food and hotel. I must say two days with all the meals in buffet format is killing me. Imagine, tables after table of lovely, juicy beef, creamy sauced vegetables, delicious pork and not to mention sinful desserts. The cheesecake for lunch today was heavenly! Cheesy to the core! Really. The cheesecake was soooooo fresh. It's lovely. Lovely lovely lovely. And the hotel, it's so funky! Not your usual hotel decor, but you will see them using interesting things. Example, a bent glass in the cafe, stainless steel sinks, bucket with sand hanging from the ceiling to be used as ash trays and fishtank-like swimming pool. I must go on about the pool. It has transparent sides and hance, looks like a fish tank. But it looks interesting from the exterior. And the funky besheets and so many throw cushions in the room! Lovely huge fluffy pillows and interesting dustbin that looks like a steel bucket.

Ah. Enough enough. I should rest. But I'm still waiting for my laundry.

Results will be out tomorrow. I wonder how I did...

*tremble*

Tired lah

Something is wrong with Blogger. I cannot access my site!

Anyway, more updates later.

Need to rest.

MIA

Been missing for a few days coz there's nothing to blog. Anyway, something to someone...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY RACHEL LIM SIM PING!!
May all your wished come true and all the best in all you do. *wink*

Heh. Went out today to Orchard. Spent quite some time in Borders and was very tempted to buy a Pilates book. But it was SGD 30!! I'm quite broke already ever since NUS deducted SGD 500 from my account for vacation + deposit for next sem's accommodation. Sigh. And I wanted to go pierce ears, buy more books, get a lovely shirt and some dresses for myself. Bloody money sucker.

Anyway, I should be a little more sweet. Have been extremely vulgar lately, what with the horrible weather. Why can't it rain and remain cloudy the whole day? Haiyah.

Had the most fulfilling dinner today. Had a BBQ Turkey Bacon burger and fries as my main course. Then I stopped by Isetan supermarket to get sushi. And on the way to Lucky Plaza, I stuffed my face full with Khim Nyang's cheesey fries. Then followed by sushi, one after another. I feel like binging. I want to eat some more. If only all these food could fill up my empty soul and squeeze all the unhappiness out of me.

Will be away for 2 days. Monday and Tuesday. There will be some dumb, motivational, propaganda-ish retreat tomorrow at some Gallery Hotel. It better have good food man.

See ya all.

I'll be home on Thursday.

Beepityboppityboop!

Hmm.

Feels funny.

I watched Troy with some of my classmates. Good show. I love Brad Pitt and Eric Bana in the movie! *swoon* And as usual, Orlando "GAY" Bloom has a lousy, wussy character with the bow and arrow. Tsk.

Evening was a mad rush to complete a "homework" set by our dearest officer. *grumble* I think I'm kinda off to a bad start in my working relationship with officer and Nelson. I procrastinate and don't act fast enough. Anyway, *slaps away bad vibes*, I hope I'm wrong.

Now I feel hot. HOT.

Time to sleep. Another slacking day tomorrow! I hope. *crosses fingers*

It finally rained

Due to my lack of concrete work, I've resorted to blogging excessively. I wonder why am I still in Singapore. Somehow I felt the need to, just in case some matters arise that requires my attention. I wish I could let go and not give a damn. But I can't. It's just the way I am. Holding too tightly to things such that when I have to let go, it hurts me very deeply. Like Rainbow. I miss her a lot.


This was the last time I took a photo her. But also the first when she was actually still on my hand and peeling kuaci.

When somebody loved me
Everything was beautiful
Every hour we spent together lives within my heart

*blank*

Feeling weird. Numb and just plain indifference.

This afternoon was madness. Besides the extremely hot and humid weather (where have all the rain clouds go?), I was in an extremely fiery mood. No doubt, fuelled by the horrid weather. It was my fault really, for procrastinating and not bothering to pester. I was caught in between. I knew that my position is a highly precarious one. Having to juggle the interests of both parties is an extremely excruciatingly painful job. I really did not know what to do. I'm hopeless in this kind of situation. I felt like a little kid then. A naive and silly little child, thinking that everybody is nice and kind. Although I know the real world is this: Everything for our benefit. Everybody else is for our benefit. Exploit as much as we can. The best scenario is when we use each other to our advantage and live a symbiotic life.

Sigh. Why are things so complicated? Why are there policies to follow and million of rules and regulations to adhere to?

How I wish things are much simpler.

I feel very much like giving up. I still don't understand what they see in me such that they have entrusted me with this heavy responsibilty.

How I wish things are much simpler. That you don't have to be far away from me. I'm not sure whether this relationship is workable...it seems foolish. To wait and hope and wait. To say goodbyes so many times and to miss you so so much. It's so hard. I feel so lethargic.

The warm air brushes past my face, plastering warm masks of moisture and suffocating the airflow outlets. I have just taken a cold shower, but I think I should go rinse my face again. And maybe step into the shower again.

The fan turns endlessly, but the air still stagnant. Urgh. STUFFY.

I'm still sleepy. But I have an interview to write. Will attempt to cook up some impressive rubbish with my mediocre English. Goodluck me.

Rest In Peace, my dear Rainbow

Let us observe a moment of silence for my faithful companion. One that has been very naughty but nice. One that I've spent almost 2 months trying to make her warm up to me.

Goodbye Rainbow.
I love you. Really.

Move & Groove

Went back to RJC for Move & Groove. I've never seen the school so packed with people! Managed to meet up with many people but sadly the UK and some US people weren't around.

Me and my classmates took 165 to the red house and proceeded to walk from there to school. That particular route brings back so much memories. I can remember the first time I stepped into RJC in Secondary 4, as a participant for Prof Lim Pin quiz. And walking through the lane again when I went for RJ's Open House. And finally, having to go through the lane almost every day. I could remember the mornings when I would alight from 77 or 970 and crossed the overhead bridge. It was such a chore to walk so much in the morning, resulting in sweaty backs and a slightly altered mood. I love the mornings when it was cool and I could see the cobwebs (made visible by the morning dew!) among the grasses. And eventually, I would look forward to seeing that someone, hoping that he would be alighting at the bus stop at about the same time so that I could enjoy the short 10-minute walk to school with him.

And we entered via the back gate, which was also a gateway to yummy food and an escape from the long long day in school. This was the gate we would rush through to go to Ghim Moh on Mondays and Thursdays during our short break to have a proper lunch. Which then resulted in sleepy heads in the LT1 or our breaths stinking of garlic. Heh.

Then we walked past the toilet and Speaker's Corner. The solitary green patch near 1-1 is now a home for a very interesting artpiece. The notice boards and lockers greeted us as we made our way to the concourse. Who would forget LT2.5, where my OG (what is that special place called?) used to meet every morning for one whole term before everyone starts trickling away to join their friends and classes. The place where we would meet before going for lunches on Tuesdays.

And the canteen! THE meeting point for everything. Lunch breaks, PE breaks, after school hanging around and even mugging! This place reminded me of the class where the guys (and me and YM) would rush to buy a plate of Nasi Briyani and proceed to shovel them into our mouths at the greatest speed possible. And Lucas would always end up clearing the plates for us. Good ol' councillor! Well, it was a pity that Stall 2 wasn't open. I was in fact looking forward to buying the 30 cents Iced Lemon Tea. The canteen still looks the same except that a TV was installed and new signboards for the stalls.

Managed to meet up with Miss Lee, Chanty, Mr Yeo and Mr Wong. Pereira was away and Ms Chia mysteriously disappeared after we waved to her from the concourse.

Well, the campus is filled with so much memories! Just walking past the Spex Gal brought back the not-so-enjoyable NAPFA training sessions. The restrooms, water cooler, benches laid out for floorball and the smell in the gym. It seemed surreal.

I am very glad I went back to just mingle around. I want to go back again someday. Before the whole school moves out.

To YOU:
Do you remember locker C100? The benches outside LT1? LT2 in the mornings? Do you remember the walk across the RJ bridge? And 2-10? The little pond with the turtle? I still wonder why you wanted me to walk across the pond. I want to go back there with you.

Confusion

Argh. Freakin' headache! Woke up early so that I can spend some time with you and on choir-related stuff but no, you are not around and the choir stuff is too grrarrr to be handled. But nevermind.

I'm getting a bit messed up with the countdown. Do I include the day where I'm counting from (ie, today) and the day that the event is going to happen? Haiyah. Shall make things easier.

I am...
...going home on the 20th of May
...awaiting for his arrival on the 24th of May

There. That settles it.

Blab blab blab...

You must be wondering why am I so free and why am I still in Singapore. Well, not because I love this place soooo much, but I still have things to do. Choir related, that is. Anyway, my first visit to a club and a school-organised bash was a uh, bash! Haha. Didn't really get to drink much but the dancing and music was cool! One thing I must mention. When I ordered for Tiger Beer, it came in a plastic glass (yes, the irony) which you normally find in kopitiams. And the beer was without foam. And so I thought, hey, is this a joke? Why are they serving me Chinese tea?

And when I entered the club, they wanted to look at my ID. Like, HELLO. The rest of the gang is definitely younger than me lah! Why must check mine and not theirs? *grumble*

Dancing was great...

The music was good. And I really enjoyed myself. :)

Oh, and the bash was full of RJ people. It was as if it was a pre-reunion bash. Haha.

Time to sleep. Getting too late.

This, I must blog about.

Well, today (or yesterday, technically) was one of the most peculiar day. Woke up to a bright and unfamiliar room and realised that I have changed rooms. So I pulled myself to do the daily morning rituals and settled down for breakfast. Spent quite a while online settling some matters and somehow the whole morning just went past.

The afternoon was even more peculiar. I was in the room most of the time, trying to have a nap, but this room feels foreign and peculiar.

Anyway, then it was dinner time. But prior to that, helped GreenLamb with Oreo cheesecake (which turned out pretty well I must say despite the absence of whipped cream.) and then another friend on preparing the dinner itself. Was a flurry of activities in the kitchen with many of us trotting back and forth to our own clusters to look for utensils. Finally the dinner was ready at 8.30pm. Was slightly comatosed then...

Well, just to set the scene, today's dinner was in honour of CY's and JH's birthday (the cook). So I was helping about, plotting and planning a little on the celebration. And I was trying to be helpful even, suggesting where to get nice presents. And when the dinner ended, I was pretty excited. But somehow I was being shooed back into the kitchen together with JH and another girl. So well, we stayed there to wait. All the while with me thinking why am I not involved in the suprise. So they presented the cake...and started singing birthday song...FOR ME! (Well, it's almost 2 months early!) My gosh. Was I pleasantly suprised. I totally did not expect that at all. Anyway, GreenLamb then presented the gift to me and while doing that, *splat*, a nice egg landed on my head, spilling the gooey contents all over my long hair. YIKES. And that was when the "war" began. The whole kitchen was turned into a war zone with flour flying all over and eggs clumping everything together. It was a horrid mess. And there are videos documenting these activities. Haha.

Anyway, I spent a long time cleaning the goo out of my hair and trying to make it smell nice. But now, I think it still smells of egg despite washing it with shampoo 3 times! Heh.

BUT. Thanks to GreenLamb and the PGP gang for managing to keep the three of us thinking that we are celebrating the other two's birthdays. Haha.

Oh, and my gift is, *drumroll*, Josh Groban's latest album! Yay!!

$#@@^%

Not in a pleasant mood. Moved into my new room today and the view is horrid. I wonder what is so nice about looking out of the window to see somebody else's kitchen. Grrr. And not to mention the HEAT. No air circulation. I am dying from suffocation. Even the bathroom here is smaller, the drawers are narrower and the wardrobe, smaller too. URGHHHHHHHH. I need space!

Digging through my past

Thanks to Zhu, I was prompted to look through my archives. I have grown tremendously since then. My thinking has changed, my writing style altered and my layouts have undergone many makeovers. But a few things remain the same -- my love for him and my concern for a few friends.

Something from 7th July 2003.

The most tolerant person I know is someone close to my heart. He has an amazing filter that manages to take in only the good things and keep the others out. Somehow he has an amazing capacity to keep his cool when I unload all my rubbish and complaints to him. He doesn't flinch even when I get mad at him for being late...which I promptly forgive him later on coz he's such a unique angel. He suprises me with his coolness and calm disposition that I feel like a kan cheong auntie beside him. Haha. The only few times I actually get mildly violent reactions from him is when I used vulgarities or when he's hungry. So if it's good deeds, good stories and good companionship one is looking for, it is he one should go to. :) Thank you, dear.

It's rainin', it's fallin'

*RUMBLE* Uh, that's my tummy. Not the thunder. Have not had breakfast yet. Will just let it spill over to lunch lah.

Anyway, just a little update.
1. Went to Orchard again. This is the THIRD time in the THREE consecutive days. Heeheehee. But I managed to buy stuff even though it was only an hour of shopping. Definitely more efficient.
2. Have to move out of my room by tomorrow and I have not found any boxes yet. Am gonna try packing today right after meeting with my groupmates for writing an interview.
3. *RUMBLE*
4. My Rainbow can stay on my hand for as long as I want! Actually this has happened a few days ago, but I kept forgetting to blog about it. Argh. Getting absent-minded! Too many things to remember.

And oh.
15 more days to going home.
19 more days to seeing him! Darling, we must try go for yummy Malaysian breakfasts together!

Cheerios.

THE YOUNG PERSON'S GUIDE TO THE CHORUS

In any chorus, there are four voice parts: soprano, alto, tenor, and bass. Sometimes these are divided into first and second within each part, prompting endless jokes about first and second basses.

There are also various other parts such as baritone, countertenor, contralto, mezzo soprano, etc., but these are mostly used by people who are either soloists, or belong to some excessively hotshot classical a cappella group (this applies especially to countertenors), or are trying to make excuses for not really fitting into any of the regular voice parts, so we will ignore them for now.

Each voice part sings in a different range, and each one has a very different personality. You may ask, "Why should singing different notes make people act differently?", and indeed this is a mysterious question and has not been adequately studied, especially since scientists who study musicians tend to be musicians themselves and have all the peculiar complexes that go with being tenors, french horn players, timpanists, or whatever. However, this is beside the point; the fact remains that the four voice parts can be easily distinguished, and I will now explain how.


THE SOPRANOS are the ones who sing the highest, and because of this they think they rule the world. They have longer hair, fancier jewellery, and swishier skirts than anyone else, and they consider themselves insulted if they are not allowed to go at least to a high F in every movement of any given piece. When they reach the high notes, they hold them for at least half again as long as the composer and/or conductor requires, and then complain that their throats are killing them and that the composer and conductor are sadists.

Sopranos have varied attitudes toward the other sections of the chorus, though they consider all of them inferior.

Altos are to sopranos rather like second violins to first violins - nice to harmonise with, but not really necessary. All sopranos have a secret feeling that the altos could drop out and the piece would sound essentially the same, and they don't understand why anybody would sing in that range in the first place - it's so boring.

Tenors, on the other hand, can be very nice to have around; besides their flirtation possibilities (it is a well-known fact that sopranos never flirt with basses), sopranos like to sing duets with tenors because all the tenors are doing is working very hard to sing in a low-to-medium soprano range, while the sopranos are up there in the stratosphere showing off.

To sopranos, basses are the scum of the earth - they sing too damn loud, are useless to tune because they're down in that low, low range - and there has to be something wrong with anyone who sings in the F clef, anyway.


THE ALTOS are the salt of the earth - in their opinion, at least. Altos are unassuming people, who would wear jeans to concerts if they were allowed to. Altos are in a unique position in the chorus in that they are unable to complain about having to sing either very high or very low, and they know that all the other sections think their parts are pitifully easy. But the altos know otherwise. They know that while the sopranos are screeching away on a high A, they are being forced to sing elaborate passages full of sharps and flats and tricks of rhythm, and nobody is noticing because the sopranos are singing too loud (and the basses usually are too).

Altos get a deep, secret pleasure out of conspiring together to tune the sopranos flat.

Altos have an innate distrust of tenors, because the tenors sing in almost the same range and think they sound better.

They like the basses, and enjoy singing duets with them - the basses just sound like a rumble anyway, and it's the only time the altos can really be heard.

Altos' other complaint is that there are always too many of them and so they never get to sing really loud.


THE TENORS are spoiled. That's all there is to it. For one thing, there are never enough of them, and choir directors would rather sell their souls than let a halfway decent tenor quit, while they're always ready to unload a few altos at half price. And then, for some reason, the few tenors are always really good - it's one of those annoying facts of life. So it's no wonder that tenors always get swollen heads - after all, who else can make sopranos swoon?

The one thing that can make tenors insecure is the accusation (usually by the basses) that anyone singing that high couldn't possibly be a real man.HAHAHAHHAHA In their usual perverse fashion, the tenors never acknowledge this, but just complain louder about the composer being a sadist and making them sing so damn high.

Tenors have a love-hate relationship with the conductor, too, because the conductor is always telling them to sing louder because there are so few of them. No conductor in recorded history has ever asked for less tenor in a forte passage.

Tenors feel threatened in some way by all the other sections -

the sopranos because they can hit those incredibly high notes;

the altos because they have no trouble singing the notes the tenors kill themselves for;

and the basses because, although they can't sing anything above an E, they sing it loud enough to drown the tenors out.

Of course, the tenors would rather die than admit any of this. It is a little-known fact that tenors move their eyebrows more than anyone else while singing.


THE BASSES sing the lowest of anybody. This basically explains everything. They are stolid, dependable people, and have more facial hair than anybody else. The basses feel perpetually unappreciated, but they have a deep conviction that they are actually the most important part (a view endorsed by musicologists, but certainly not by sopranos or tenors), despite the fact that they have the most boring part of anybody and often sing the same note(or in endless fifths) for an entire page. They compensate for this by singing as loudly as they can get away with - most basses are tuba players at heart. Basses are the only section that can regularly complain about how low their part is, and they make horrible faces when trying to hit very low notes.

Basses are charitable people, but their charity does not extend so far as tenors, whom they consider effete poseurs. Basses hate tuning the tenors more than almost anything else.

Basses like altos - except when they have duets and the altos get the good part.

As for the sopranos, they are simply in an alternate universe which the basses don't understand at all.

They can't imagine why anybody would ever want to sing that high and sound that bad when they make mistakes. When a bass makes a mistake, the other three parts will cover him, and he can continue on his merry way, knowing that sometime, somehow, he will end.


Top Ten Reasons for Being a Soprano
1. The rest of the choir exists just to make you look good.
2. You can entertain your friends by breaking their wineglasses.
3. Can you name an opera where an alto got the man?
4. When sopranos want to sing in the shower, they know the tune.
5. It's not like you are ever going to sing the alto part by accident.
6. Great costumes - like the hat with the horns on it.
7. How many world famous altos can you name?
8. When the fat lady sings, she's usually singing soprano.
9. When you get tired of singing the tune, you can sing the descant.
10. You can sing along with Michael Jackson.


Top Ten Reasons for Being an Alto
1. You get really good at singing E flat.
2. You get to sing the same note for 12 consecutive measures.
3. You don't really need to warm up to sing 12 consecutive bars of E-flat.
4. If the choir really stinks, it's unlikely the altos will be blamed.
5. You have lots of time to chat during soprano solos.
6. You get to pretend that you are better than the sopranos, because everybody knows that women only sing soprano so they don't have to learn to read music.
7. You can sometimes find part time work singing tenor.
8. Altos get all the great intervals.
9. When the sopranos are holding some outrageously high note at the end of a song, the altos always get the last words.
10. When the altos miss a note, nobody gets hurt.

Top Ten Reasons for Being a Tenor
1. Tenors get high - without drugs.
2. Name a musical where the bass got the girl.
3. You can show the sopranos how it SHOULD be sung.
4. Did you ever hear of anyone paying $1000 for a ticket to see 'The Three Basses?'
5. Who needs brains when you've got resonance?
6. Tenors never have to waste time looking through the self-improvement section of the bookstore
7. You get to sing along with John Denver singing "Aye Calypso."
8. When you get really good at falsetto, you can make tons of money doing voice-overs for cartoon characters.
9. Gregorian chant was practically invented for tenors. Nobody invented a genre for basses.
10. You can entertain your friends by impersonating Julia Child.

Top Ten Reasons for Being a Bass
1. You don't have to tighten your shorts to reach your note.
2. You don't have to worry about a woman stealing your job.
3. Or a preadolescent boy stealing your job.
4. Action heroes are always basses. That is - if they ever sang, they would sing bass.
5. You get great memorable lyrics like bop, bop, bop, bop.
6. If the singing job doesn't work out, there's always broadcasting.
7. You never need to learn to read the treble clef.
8. If you get a cold, so what.
9. For fun, you can sing at the bottom of your range and fool people into thinking there's an earthquake.
10. If you belch while you're singing, the audience just thinks it is part of the score.

Fussy fussy me

Haha. If only I'm less picky and less fussy!! Went to Orchard for 4+ hours and came back with empty hands and a filled stomach. OK. Not really empty hands, but I have initially planned to get a couple of new clothes for myself, a suprise for him, pierce my ears, bank in my cheque and transfer some funds etc etc. And I've done NONE of those!! Haha. Ultimate waste of time.

Anyway, back to more work.

Ta~

It's a HO-LI-DAYYYYY

19 days to going home.
22 days to seeing him!

I can't wait. Btw, I've started on a knitting project again. Heh.

*yawn*

20 more days to going home.
23 more days to seeing him!!

Madness+Insanity=??

Yesterday was amazingly fun! Cooked beef bolognaise for Johnson and James since everybody has finished exams and I felt like cooking. Heh. It's great to see you again, James. Nothing extravagant, really. Just simple beef in tomato puree and a little dash of oregano and it's done! I must proudly declare that I did not use salt at all! (Except when boiling the spaghetti lah.) Then there was lettuce with green apple salad. It's probably the ugliest salad coz everything was green! Then we had yummy mango juice and guava yoghurt drink. Filled our stomachs to the brim. Heh.

Then we went over to Johnson's place to play with Bouncer -- a huge Campbell (some hamster species). Had a lot of fun playing aka torturing it. Hee. Watched some movies here and there. Animatrix, a little of My Sassy Girl, Beauty and the Beast, a little of Kill Bill etc. And I GAMED! Heh. Nothing fantastic, but nonetheless, my first time playing whacking-the-villains-to-death type of game. And I am *so* not stupid Johnson Goh!! Anyway, I wanna continue the game. I'm already the Knight Brother!

At 1am, we went for supper. Had uh, breakfast sets. Heh. Then there was mashed potato too! I must tell you how the machine dispenses the thing. It's really not how I imagined it to be -- long, creamy mashed potato being dispensed like uh, ice cream? Anyway. The said food product was dispensed in liquid form!! Thereafter, there was a few seconds' wait before the gravy is being released. And during that waiting time, the liquid actually solidifies! So AMAZING! And I'm still wondering how that happens.

Came back after that and immediately went to shower. Saw theperson online and was chatting with him for a while before I decided to call it a day and hit the sack. I managed to read one page of History of the World before going to sleep OK. Not a bad attempt at all.

May Day May Day...Wheee~

Acks. My left eye hurts. Think I've got a stye in my eye again. Somehow it seemed to pop up whenever I'm stressed...

And it's 1st of May! Yay. Hmm. On second thoughts, why am I cheering ah?

Anyway, think I should start doing some countdowns.
21 days to going home!
24 days to seeing theperson!! *giggle*