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Thursday, August 31, 2006

-BEND IT LIKE BECKHAM? Not quite.

A zest for challenges, a ball, a football goalpost, a striker and me guarding it = one swollen thumb, both thighs being numb as hell, a tight butt which hurts like fuck and one happy girl.

Now i know why guys like soccer. I wanna play almost every week unless the guys mind, that is. Because *high pitched voice girls dun play soccer. Well, she can try, can't she?
Anyways, went down to sign the contracts down at ABS. So i start tomorrow which means i got to get an early night today because firstly, I have to train my stupid body to wake up early now.and secondly, i am getting bad dark rings+wrinkles below my eyes.

Today was an interesting day. Taking public transport ensures exciting encounters everyday.
Let me tell u about it.
I was walking innocently to the toilet in Harbour Front,(green tea and ciggies dun go well).*ahem..anyway.. when i heard a loud shrill unmistakably Indian woman's voice shouting, "AHH!!HELP! MY SON! MY SOOOON!!". I wish i could record it down. Every vouyeristic Singaporean started circling the spectacle, including urs truly. Sure thing, there stood an Indian young-ish woman grabbing her hair from her poor scalp, just pointing to the railway track.
I thought to myself' Oh fuck! he's down there!'. But that was clearly not possible because it was not the open railways you see, it was the NEL railways. Turns out, the son boarded the train without her. Like, woman, this is no India, dun go yelling. He will come back, just tell the guards and they would get ur son back. He won't end up in Calcutta, selling chappati ok?
*sigh.
And there i was hoping i could help and be a hero and end up in the news or something. Bleagh.

If that was not freaky Indian enough, listen up. I was in the train,when this family stared at me all the way from Harbour Front to Dhoby Gaut. Not glances ok. STARED. Not the 'oh, you are so gorgeous, i can't help but stare', not even the 'fucking bitch, you fucked my father', the stare that says 'Mmm. .. you might be THE ONE for my brother to marry'.The shy smiles, al of them, father,daughter and mother. Like, come on man, already people associate Indians to arranged marriages, vadais and smelly coconut hair. Now u wanna get freakier? Slap urself silly and stop staring at poor me. I swear i wanted to just scare them off with a monkey face but i guess they would still imitate me and think it is cool or something. Weird.

Anyway, guess what?
I would be Regan's assistant. .
I am gonna get bullied. Big time.

Catcha later.

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

It's so funny. I dun remember taking any exams recently. It seems as if that time was a time long, long ago and i know that i only have one week to enjoy before i start work, so Fi, Sha how bout clubbing this Wed? I am afraid i cannot make it on Thursday, working on Friday you see.

Got to get me ass down to Harbour Front to sign the contracts and stuff. It was supposed to be in the morning but i seriously could not move and wake up after gym and swimming yesterday. I don't think it was so much of the cardio, i think it was all that laughter after meeting my chiccas after a very long time. Stupid games in the pool, making fun of people in the gym. After which, we went to Food Culture to feed our poor growling stomachs. I swear after that, every step seemed like a burden, i just wanted to go home and sleep but my desire to meet him was more than my desire to rest. So dragged my ass to woodlands. Truly apologize baby, for snoozing whenever my head touched the pillow.

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Post note: The HR department just called to say that i should come down tomorrow instead. Oh well.
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Following him to soccer still, so i would still be going to Harbour Front. I hope i could kick some balls too. Geddit, damn i am hillarious.

I want my digicam to be functioning again.. *sob.

Monday, August 28, 2006

A very apt description of me.

Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood.
Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. spazzy at times. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Love s to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.

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And so exams are over. Woots. And the sweet scent of September and its promises are smelling completely delicious. Stayed over at Regan's place as my parents cancelled clubbing plans. Finally, all the waiting and his nagging were worth it. I appreciate the fact that he nags. I know deep inside him, he just can't help it. I am too adorable. And he cares. I would rather that than anything else. Just takes time getting used to it. I have no idea what this feeling is but i know that i would never want to lose him ever.
' Everything would be ruined because i would like to get through life, my dreams and ambitions with you'
Now, that's something u do not hear often. And i thought he did not have it in him. He is a romantic, eventhough he denies it fiercely. Deep down, he is. And i like it that it is deep down because it ensures that i am special. Goodness, i think i am head over heels in like with him.

Anyway, so many things coming up.Excited like fuck.

Went to watch soccer with my family, and yes, that includes u baby. And from a horrific score of 11-1 in favour of the opponent from last week's, they progressed to an acceptable 3 all. Congrats guys. After watching Regan play soccer, the guys just started to swarm around him like flies. U are not man enough till u play soccer, i guess. Guess it pays to date someone older. Headed off for some beer after where we played the pass-pass game. hillarious. I am such a good girl, went back home to CLEAN THE HOUSE first. Like, somebody marry me please. I do good housework and i make good prata. Like a good Indian wife. But please get instant curry. I plan to hone my culinary skills once we enter the new house. Because unlike this house, that house looks like the sorta house that would always consist of good, home cooked food.
OOhh.. it has a wadrobe to die for. The kinda wadrobe that every girls dreams off. Appropriate compartments for shoe collection, bags, dresses..and everything a girl can dream off. And i have been promised a very large sum of shopping money. Can't wait!
Bali end of the year too..Woots.

Anywayy, met Bib after and headed for pool where i lost to Regan and i owe him a swensen's dinner now. Bleagh. Headed back to his place to have pasta. Cuddled in while he watched a Man U-Wat match after Bib left and yes, Man U won. *feigns ecstasy.

I miss the girls so much.Meeting Bib and Hani tomorrow for gym and laze in the new pool in Tamp. Haven't checked that one out yet.

I love holidays.

Sometimes the differences we share gets too much for me to handle.

And then i just break down and cried.
And today, i cried like i never cried before.

Thursday, August 24, 2006

It has been a roller coaster, this week. I can't believe it, 14 more hours and i am finally free from school. At - fucking- last! And so it begins.

I think i am going to start on a new blogskin. This skin is just making me yawn and that's not good because i still have like 4 more topics to study on. Now, when i write it here, it sounds like easy feat but i can bet that once, i switch the computer off, i would start yawning and giving myself excuses so that i can justify going to bed now which would totally jeopardize how i have been feeling about this examination so far. Driven. But now the battery's going a lil bit flat, like how ur handphone gives that irritating sound when it wants you to charge.

And so, the interview went well, psst.. i got the information from an insider that i got the job! So let me see if i can get through a 9-5 job. But i have no excuses not to since Regan has been such a nag these past few days that i would not dream of switching on his nag button once i start work. Been having many roller coaster-ish feelings nowadays too. But well, it will all pass like the wind once the exams and the tension is gone. The job is not demanding at all, just documentations, filing and stuff. aka. clearing their shit. That's all. I ain't complaining.

And so the next focus on my mind right now, is to enrol myself to get my driving license. I don't know if i should ask my dad now or after we shift, (which is on Oct 2), when the new owners of the house are going to shoo us out of my home with a broom stick.

Seriously, the most important thing i would do after my paper is just to sleep. A deep sleep with no phone calls, nobody trying to wake me up, no Mr sunshine trying to pry its way in my window and flaunt its rays on my already tanned face. Also, a nice day out in the beach with Regan, the girls and whoever. (Now, where did i put that sunblock lotion?) A day out shopping with the girls. A night of clubbing. Just being in his company more. Rock-climbing? I don't know. I wanna be so well-rested that i would start work happy.
So exciting this September. OMG, this really helps, now the topics i should study dun seem to be too heavy a burden to me.

......... Just till tomorrow.Hang on, Zulaikha.

Ps: My camera is down. So, they would be a large decrease of visuals for the time being.
Deal with it.

Your Seduction Style: Sweet Talker

Your seduction technique can be summed up with "charm"You know that if you have the chance to talk to someone...Well, you won't be talking for long! ;-)
You're great at telling potential lovers what they want to hear.Partially, because you're a great reflective listener and good at complementing.The other part of your formula? Focusing your conversation completely on the other person.
Your "sweet talking" ways have taken you far in romance - and in life.You can finess your way through any difficult situation, with a smile on your face.Speeding tickets, job interviews... bring it on! You truly live a *charmed life*

What Kind of Seducer Are You?

I am so lazy to blog.
Might even shut down this thing but i've said that a lot.
SO i don't know.
See how.
bye.

Monday, August 21, 2006

Countdown begins. Two down. Two to go.

I loved all the paper so far. Let's just not fuck it up now.

My brother just got stupid fits about me not studying and bullshit. Suddenly, the chase for good marks is not so fun anymore as there's more on the line. Let's not get into that.

This past week so far have been deja vu over and over again. Wake up, slack for a bit, get to my books. Take a break. Watch some telly,(like all of 40 mins of it), then back to the books. Then sleep. And a dash of Regan here and there.Sorry girls, i could not make it. Yar yar, Fi, i won't whine anymore k?

Baby. this week, i am gonna be a pain in the butt. And you too. We'll get pass this week smoothly and then we can go back to getting so tired that we both sleep with me on your chest and wake up with you hugging me from the back, not caring which neighbours might be peeping. The daily Ribena and sandwiches.

Also, i think my god mum is missing me loads. I can see her getting older as weeks pass by. Sometimes, it gets me very emotional. I think a weekend there with my occasional Pizza Hut delivery treat and going to the market with her in the wee hour of the morning, which is 9 am for me, would put that smile on her face once again.

To the tots:
I know i haven't been spending much time with you. I miss the girls day out. The nights out, yes, u too Sha. We should go out. I promise that i am going to commit myself to you guys more k? Muax. I wanna shop a bit.

My class is planning to go grab some sheesha on the last day of our paper, which is on Fri. And then, perhaps heading off for a night out in town. Painting the town red, so to speak. Which is not the colour i want on my report slip.

Also, so many birthdays are coming up. I hate birthdays. I can't remember them for nuts. I need an organizer for this time of the month for the all the birthday monkeys this time of the year.

Went to take a look at the new house last week. It was okay, nothing great. But a touch of me here and there would sort things out. At least, there would be an air conditioning unit to drift me to sleep everyday.

Okay, gotta scoot to management now. And have an early night so that i would be fresh for the interview at Regan's workplace tomorrow. How groovy is that? Working with you, baby.
Life is great. All it needs is for this week to pass by fast. And today's only Monday!!
What the fuck.

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

I have lost all my mojo to blog. Whatever i had of it.

I wish i could fast forward everything. Especially this week and next week.

But in the sickest way possible, i want this next two weeks to pass by slowly, so that i can feel the headaches, the back pains, the running out of pen ink, the scratching of your head when someone calls or msn you. And then, i want to sit and smile when i see the paper.

When i leave the examination hall next Friday, i wanna feel like partying my ass away. I really dun care how. And i dun care whether alcohol exists or not then.

Whoever sang,"Wake me up when September ends" must be sick in the head because from the sound of it September's sounding like a breath of fresh air. I logged in to my Nightlife account and i found out that so many events are happening! It's giving me the shivers. Invitations to so many parties. Woots! Plus, the chalet's coming. And i'll make sure that i leave Singapore at least once.

Speaking of which, my gem of a boyfriend just made plans to go to BANGKOK! Just because his company is giving him a price so good, it makes me green with envy, he's going and leaving me alone. Actually, i told him i didn't wanna go larr. So ex. Might as well go again, another time or somewhere else. I just hope i do get the job in his company. We are taking the term office romance to a whole new different perpective. Hopefully. Kinky.

SO many things,... so fun. nothing holding me back. I just settled the $870 debt. FINALLY.
Exams gonna be over. Parents are not facing financial difficulties anymore.

Life is bliss.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Everything's planned.
I feel as if all i have to right now is study and then i know for a damn fact that my holidays would be exactly like how i would enjoy in the past. Academical stress pumps me up for 2 whole months of adrenalin.
For now, i feel blessed.

Blessed with family, i call friends.
Bessed with friends, i call family.
Blessed with a relationship that would always make me smile.
Blessed with life.

I got to get back to studying now. Would blog more when i finish my exams.

Baby, i like you. A LOT! Thanks for everything.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

So, this marks the end of Management lectures. To put it simply, in the short duration of two weeks, we can finally say bye bye to one semester with the hope that i would not have to go for any supp papers. Touchwood. To commemorate this last memorable lecture where the tips Martin gave was so clean cut as if he was giving us the test paper itself, i took a pic of him.
God bless his jolly soul.

i forced him to smile, you see.

And so the clicking began till my batt went kapoot.

To make it worth it for her, i would like to mention that she actually went tanning with Josephine before hurrying down to lecture at 2 pm. Talk about discipline.

Josephine's gonna kill me for posting this pic.

Gangsterism in lecture halls. Tsk tsk tsk.

Me and Nat.

She loves touching girls. Sicko. lol.

I just can't wait for the exams to be over and my holidays to start.

Till then, i got to study, see ya.

This post that i am about to write is purely fictional and any resemblance to the living or the dead is purely coincidental.
A factor that seemed to have invaded the small capacity of my brain that caused me to ponder over the many aspects of the human mind and emotions and why people have made the natural bonding or etwining of two indiduals to be so complexed right now that some have even decided to shy away and doubt this process, we now call relationships. No, not friendship, or family but the coming together of a man and a woman.
It used to be so simple:
Man meets woman.
Man likes woman.
Man and woman become one.
Woman reproduces.
Man feeds baby and woman.
They live happily ever after.
Now, women are demanding equal rights. I have my fair share of feministic views too but i say who are we kidding? At the end of the day, we do need a cuddle for someone with testosterone anyway. Unless u prefer boobs, then lucky u. But i still prefer guys so...
Anyway,as i was saying, i really think that if u really like the guy, and he treats u right,certain things he do, things that u don't find is so significant, give him the winning hand. Sometimes, it is much wiser to just relax, there's no need to hold on to your pride so much so that everyone starts to shy away from you. Standing up for your rights is one thing, taking everything in as punches to your ego is just wrong. I see a huge increase in girls being so damn reluctant to give in to people, it is saddening. Whatever you do, however modern your thinking is, you can never eliminate the fact that women want to conform for guys who respect them.
Even men give women the benefit of bending things a lil here and there. Like, waiting patiently for girls to window shop for 4 hours just spent ogling away at things they would not buy instead of grabbing a beer and talking about PS2 and soccer with their mates. They would much rather spend their time seeing how blardie excited their adorable one gets. Not to mention, how happy we get which would lead to a much better time at night.
Note that this does not apply to jerks who cheat and demand stupid things like making things difficult for you when all you want is to spend a day in town with ur girlfriends.
So, i say, chill girls, if he's worth it, u can afford to let him win when he is just being cranky after work and just wants to keep quiet and watch football with you in his arms. Even when all u want to do is bonk his blardie brains out.

Monday, August 7, 2006

I would like to heave a heavy sigh of relief. Today marks the end of Computer Applications. No more! This is a module i would readily put a stroke across. There is also no more Effective Writing Skills which is stupid because there are still tutorials for that module.
2 down, 4 more to go.

Anyway, this week is totally useless.
Tuesday-2-4
Wednesday-no lesson. Happy National Day or Chaos Day.. or whatever.
Thursday-10-12
Friday-9-11

So useless!

Anyway, i am currently feeling very satisfied about my test just now. So much so that i made up my mind that i wanna feel like that for all my exams. That exact feeling. So full of calmness.
*floats.
Okay, that was so full of geek-talk.

Gonna head to the gym now. Sayonara.

Sunday, August 6, 2006

Decided that pink and black was too loud for my eyes.

Anyway, an overdue pic.

Planning for the chalet and just catching out in Tamp.

Went to see some fireworks with Regan's family @ Marina. We all just hoping to get a seat to view the fireworks. So we went early so that Clyde could get a parking space. Went to Carl's Jnr, (i am a Carl's Jnr virgin, you see), and then headed down to somewhere in the middle of Esplanade, Marina Square or Suntec City. Ah, who cares? It was beautiful. It was really too bad i did not bring my digicam along and we had to reply on Regan's handphone which takes really good pictures anyway, so i won't complain.

Just the girls. Thipa, His mum and Me.

@ Quicksilver where the mats and the minahs just poured in.

The carpark was so crowded, we had to wait somewhere first.

@Subway.

Okay, i am tired. I need to go study right now for tomorow's tutorial and Powerpoint ICA.

Cheers!

Thursday, August 3, 2006

I am so glad that all my projects are over and our classes are getting lesser by the day. It kinda sucks a lil though because then u find urself rushing to school for a one hour class. So now, i can really start my revision. Study break's not next week which sucks because i was already getting comfortable with the idea that this is the last week i go to suck it up. And now, bleagh.

Anyway, just though i would like to say this. About the chalet. If u wanna go, go. If u dun wanna go, dun go. It's as simple as that. I ain't looking for a fight or anything like tat. But seriously, this chalet is supposed to be there for us to have fun.Yes, fun! Even the planning,the setting up Everything. As this is a group thing, obviously, tempers are gonna flare and stuff but at the end of the day, it is not right to make people feel as if they are forcing you to come along to have fun because it won't be fun then, whatever way you look at it. So everybody, grow up. Let's plan this bugger, have fun and that's it. I wanna have balloons. I dun care.

k, my sister just called and asked me out, now i lost the mood to blog already.. Oh well, see ya.
Oh yeah, Regan did this, i find it hillarious.

The term 'baby piglet' taken to a whole new meaning.

So, if anyone of u think it is cute that ur guy calls you a baby piglet, think of this picture and then think again.

Bwuahahahaha...

"It's not all about me anymore"

No matter what, it is not.

Wednesday, August 2, 2006

Finally, this is my first draft for my blogskin. I am diggin the whole pink and black combo right now, so bear with it. The only reason i am actually customizing my own skin is because i really feel the need to blog nowadays and i dun feel so motivated to blog using tat skin. Or any other skin actually.
It is a tad loud though but hey, give me till after my exams aite? Oh well, till then, this would have to suffice.

Anyway, had a really long draft, which i wanted to blog about, in my head all the way just now but after being on the comp so long, i am getting a minor headache and i got to get started on preparing my project presentation.

On second thought, let me whine a lil about my day. The good thing was i wasn't late which is a good start, considering that it was an early statistical Wednesday morning and i am always late. Okay, so after school, i walked all the way to Ang Mo Kio central which was like damn far. My bag, my bloating up before my period, my bra rubbing me the wrong way, lorry drivers honking at me. All these aggravated me beyond belief. I never had a thing for journeys, more about the arrival. Anyway, went to Cash Converters to sell my memory card because my digicam broke and the LCD cracked and now no one would even take it in. Since the Sony memory card differs from the rest and it is kinda difficult to use, i decided to sell it. So i took a queue number (number 13) and sat down. After one hour, the number still did not budge; the number nine staring at me as if it sensed my discomfort and it is purposely mocking me. So, i decided to walk around. The queue number is sticked on a cd rom which u must bring with you wherever you go. Guess what happened? It fell into the drain. Like, seriously. When i walked back to cash Converter, it was my turn!!
But i had to take another number still, guess what number it was? 23!!
With a defeated sigh, i just decided to heck it and do it another day.

Fucking hell.

Nothing much is happening right now for me. Pulling of hair due to exams, excited cries for the tots chalet, getting ready to move out from this house, looking forward to the fireworks this Saturday , fretting about not catching up with Foreign Bodies' dance steps, my parents bitch fits, the rain and sun,rain and sun and rain and sun again, i truly feel very much alive.

AMIN.
Ooh, reading Satanic Verses now, gonna share what i think about it in my next post, hopefully.
For now, i'll drag myself to start doing my presentation and organizing my stuff.

See ya.