I Lub Bleach

I have nothing to blog about today. Ok, I do. I want to blog about the latest episode of Bleach that I just watched. It's just so freaking damn good, I could sell all my socks just to have them release the fansubs sooner.

I think the best fight so far is the one between Kuchiki Byakuya and Ichigo. But it seems like it SHOULD be. They had been building up to this fight for so long after all. Excellent. Now I just wish they would give my beloved Shuuhei more screen time. Bahahaha.

Sigh, I did an entry yesterday but it's lost! It took me one hour, but I couldn't finish it, so I decided to save it to draft. But apparently, I did not do it so well. Sigh, it was a special entry. Damn.

Anyway, so here's that message for that stupid Luvphobia.

NOTE! This one then people call doe-eyed. Yours that kind is call BAK JIU GOR BAK SAI!

There, happy now?

Something Warning

Girls, be careful who you talk to online. Alright, so here's the scoop. This guy saw one of my "best" pictures somewhere, and decided to email me. He seemed decent enough, so I started to talk to him.

And then he started to stir the conversation to sex, it was subtle, but it was definitely there. It's probably a little my fault too, because I have this really candid way of talking, as most people know, that sometimes do mislead people. Anyway, I did not like the direction the conversation took, and I started messing around with him. Not too much, just enough to force out his sleaziness. Hence, I took the immediate step to block him.

I have been using the internet for, hmmm, like what? 8 years? Oh yeah, wow, that's a long time. Haha, I have met my share of sleazeballs, this one is just a small one. There are other even scummier ones around.

Just want to make something clear to wannabe scums and/or sleazeballs.

Just because some girls talk in a more candid way, it does not mean that they have an unspoken willingness to help you jerk off or whatever shit it is that you are after. It could mean that they have so many brothers, who will be more than ready to kick your arse, should you decide to be insolent to their little sister.

Of course, I am not the little sister in question, I am a single child. But I do have a bunch of guy friends, a very big-sized dad, and a lot of equally big-sized uncles who practically raised me and had taken a vivid interest in my life. So be warned.

That is, of course, if I did not mess you up so bad, that you are no longer capable of lucid consideration of your own welfare. BTW, if you can defeat all my guy friends, my dad and my uncles, I will probably marry you. After that, you don't have to worry about anything ever again. Everyone will "take care" of you. Forever.

PS: All jokes aside, this is something very serious too. To all the young girls out there, please be careful. There are guys around who would do just about anything to get laid.

PSS: If anyone wants to read the transcript of the conversation, leave a comment. Haha, it’s too long for me to waste space here. But it did made my friends laugh. ^______^

Twits & Twats

Wow, I have absolutely nothing to write. My mind is a total blank. Which is very strange because there are usually a few Twits and Twats in my head, constantly twittering and twattering, sometimes all together at the same time.

This is a very weird feeling. Very weird indeed. TWITS! TWATS! WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GO??!!?? I NEED SOME THOUGHTS HERE! HELLO!

Twits: "Twit twit, what is she complaining about again? All she does is complain, complain and complain!!!"

Twats: "Twat twat, demanding, always demanding! Nothing is ever good enough for her!!!"

Well, fine! If I am really so unpleasant, then I shall go and sleep. And see where that leaves you.

Twits: "Twit twit, NO!!! She is going to dream all those weird dreams again!!! WE HATE HER DREAMS!!!"

Twats: "Twat twat, help, help!!! She is always dreaming about nonsense! Yesterday, that strange orangey-hair boy with the angry face and big-ass sword NICKED US while he was slaying the ghosts! It's just a dream, BUT IT STILL HURT!!!"

Alright, so you know what I want. Behave, AND GIVE IT TO ME!!!

*Mad rush of Twits and Twats to produce thoughts*

TWITTER TWATTER TWITTER TWATTER TWITTER TWATTER TWITTER TWATTER TWITTER TWATTER TWITTER TWATTER TWITTER TWATTER TWITTER TWATTER TWITTER TWATTER TWITTER TWATTER TWITTER TWATTER TWITTER TWATTER TWITTER TWATTER TWITTER TWATTER

And the thoughts start to flow.

A Dream

I had a terrible dream last night.

I dreamt that I suddenly had the ability to see ghosts ("I seeeeee dead peeeeeeeeee-poooooo"). And they were EVERYWHERE! And these ghosts actually attack people who they know can see them.

They started chasing after me, and I tried to run away from them, but they were so damn fast! Then I met a boy who had orangey hair, an angry face, and a big-ass sword. He started slaying the ghosts to protect me.

Watching too much Bleach.

It's weird. I never really thought much of Ichigo, but looks like he's the anime-man of my dreams. As least from Bleach, he is.

Look Who I Just Married!!!

Certificate of Marriage
This is to certify that
Hisagi Shuuhei & Keiia
were married on
November 24, 2005
Marry Your Favorite Character

I regret that I was not able to invite my dear friends to my wedding. We went straight from getting married to the you-know-what. Bahahaha.

S.P.L.

I watched Sha Po Lang yesterday. I seldom watch movies on the day they come out, and I actually rushed to watch it. I guess I do like Donnie Yen a lot.

Sometimes with idols, (haha, idols sound like such a teeny booper term, but couldn't think of a better term to use. And they ARE IDOLS anyway, so...), especially with me, you never know if I really like them, or it's just a "for the moment" thing.

Apparently, I do like him. Yaay! Ha, take that! People who say that I will only like him for less than 3 months! YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!! People who placed their bets on me, TIME TO COLLECT YOUR MONEY!

Anyway, the movie did not disappoint me in terms of the fight scenes. Not really an action films buff, but sometimes, you know good when you see good. Everything was so fast that I am not sure I remember what actually went on.

Before anyone judges me, I am a girl. Ha, I like it when being a girl holds certain privileges.

Anyway, I do feel that the plot could do with a little fine-tuning. They have a good storyline, but there's the feeling that it is a little incomplete.

But the twist!!! Mind-blowing. HOW COULD THEY DO THAT TO HIM? WHY OH WHY? *sings Miss Saigon style* Shocked, shocked at the outcome. Shocked.

Oh, one thing though, I hate the way Hong Kong movies always have this strange tint to it. Ever since I was a little girl in the 80s, watching sleazy Hong Kong flicks on TV for the humsum men bionking the boo-ti-pul women, they have this tint. It's so strange, is it the film they use or the way they shoot, or what? ?_?

PS: I also watched Just Like Heaven yesterday. Finally got around to watching it. IT WAS SO TOUCHING!!! *T_T* I so wanna read the book now. ^_____^

Girls' Night Out

Look at the food!!! Yum yum!!!


Chomp chomp.


And San-mei distributes the food.


Me and Dav.


A group photo.


Dav, Zhen and Jasu.


Outside the restaurant. One of my favourite places to eat, superb xiao long bao.


Look at the beautiful Christmas decorations! I love Christmas!!!


Nice, eh?


A little message from all 3 of us in Jasu's new travel journal.


Showing off their four-leaf clovers.


"And you know, if you are as boo-ti-pul as me, you will not worry about irritating people who takes a picture with the camera so close to your face..." *mumble mumble*


"Sigh, Miao Miao is talking nonsense again." *Miao's hand sneaking up to box her*


Taking a group picture without external help is difficult. *sigh*


Zhen Zhen and her nonsensical scribbling.


And finally, a nice group photo before the night ends. Woohoo!!!

More Than A Couple Of Things

I have more than a couple of things to blog about today, so try to keep up. For easy reading, I broke it down into a few points.

i) Read the news today about this teenage blogger being convicted for the racist remarks that he made on his blog. Personally, I feel that it all seems so blown out of portion, but I don't really know exactly what he posted on his blog, so it is kinda hard to decide whether this is uncalled for.

But then, isn't what we write on our blog our own thoughts and feelings? Granted that we do have certain responsibilities for what we say and write, but convicting a teenager really seemed so, I don't know, serious.

I miss the days when the internet was a simpler place to be, everything seemed so safe and easy. =[

ii) Did anyone read about the thing with Bush "trying to escape" in today's Newpaper? Anyone saw the aide who came to Bush's aid (again, no pun intended)? He is cute!!! Very, very cute actually. Haha, trust me to zoom in on the cute guys under any kind of situation.

iii) I sent one of the stories that I have been working on to Jasu yesterday, and after some of her comments, I confirmed what I had suspected for a while now. I am not up to it yet.

So, I decided that I am going to stop writing for a while. I think that I really need to stop writing all these rubbish and junk, and maybe concentrate on learning how to write better. Well, this is why I chose to do an English Literature degree. To learn more about literature and how to work with themes and the language.

But of course, I am not going to totally stop writing. I really enjoy writing stuffs, I still have my blog here, and I am trying to work on some fan-fictions for fun. And of course, there are always the amateurish poems that I like to write so much. And when I finally feel that I am “readier”, so to say, I will start on that grand manuscript again. Yeah!

iv) And finally, a question. Am I scary? Like really menacing scary? I don't get it. Today I was on the train, going to my workplace to collect some tickets, and on my way there, this guy who was standing behind me, kinda knocked me with his bag. So I turned around to look at him, I wasn’t even putting on my I-am-a-bitch face, but he actually stepped back a couple of steps, and said "oh, sorry, sorry. Sorry." He actually said 3 sorrys. Ha, am I really that scary? Something that bears considering, eh?

L-O-V-E

This just struck me, so I thought I will do a quick blog about it.

Love is so fleeting. One moment you love one, next moment you love another. Sometimes I suspect that it is not possible to love anyone at all, you just love that feeling of loving someone. And when the feeling fades, all that is left is self-loathing and regret.

But I have seen it happened. Stood by the sidelines and watched how two people's love made them go through so much together, and willingly sacrifice almost next to everything just to fight for this evasive, elusive thing. Also saw how love destroyed two person's respect for each other, how they started to tear each other apart emotionally, because they were hurting so much, yet were unable to let go.

What about me? I guess right now, I can truthfully say that I do not want it to happen to me just yet. Of course, everyone hopes for true love. I do hope that someday, I will be able to find a guy who can make me so happy, so crazy, so mad, so thrilled, so everything, that I cannot do anything else except fall for him. But right now, I think it's better for me to be as I am. Not in love.

L-O-V-E. The corniest 4 lettered-word in the World, yet the most sought after.

Sha Po Lang

YESH!!! SHA PO LANG IS FINALLY HERE!!! I actually saw the trailer while watching Dragon Squad (Dragon what???) on Saturday, but I forgot to blog about it! HOW COULD I??!!??

I almost jumped up from my seat and cheered when I saw the trailer. And I just saw the trailer on TV again, IT'S ACTUALLY COMING OUT THIS THURSDAY!!! Now I did not know that, I thought I will have to wait a couple of months before I get to watch it, but it is, it is!!! IT IS COMING OUT THIS THURSDAY!!! *busily checking the cinemas for showtimes*

I know my excitement seemed a little out of place. As with Dragon Squad (Dragon what??? Hehheh, last time I do this, I promise), Sha Po Lang is probably a movie that will not get a lot of hype in Singapore. But I don't care, I have been waiting for this movie since I heard about it a couple of months ago. It's Donnie Yen!!!

I won't call myself a big Donnie Yen fan, since I only started "fanning" him after watching Seven Swords this year, but still, I am a fan. I am so excited!!!

A lot of my friends do not get why I like to watch Asian movies, I even have friends who only watch non-Asian movies in the cinemas. I am kinda like that too, but sometimes my proud Asian-self does like to rear it's head a little, and weave its influence over me. I mean, if all the non-Asians are gonna rave about it, the least we can do is watch it, right? ^____^

Yaay! SPL IS FINALLY HERE!!!

PS: I am also looking forward to The Promise, another Asian film that looks very promising, pun unintended. Putting Memoirs Of a Geisha on my list too, but it is technically not an Asian film, but hey, it's got Michelle Yeoh, Gong Li and that hateful Zhang Ziyi, so it's as Asian as it's gonna get. I am getting excited about all the good movies that is coming up!

PSS: So gonna watch Harry Potter when Junie comes back. Be patient. Be patient. I already have my eye on a certain cute Quidditch player. ^_-

2 Movies

I went to watch Dragon Squad and Zathura yesterday during a whopping 6 hours break in between my working shifts. Dragon what? Haha, a lot of people don't seem to know this movie. It's that Hong Kong flick starring Vanness Wu of F4 fame (ha, bet he wonders if he will ever be rid of the stigma of being one of the "flower 4s"), Yu Wen Le, Heo Joon Ho, a familiar face in the Korean entertainment industry, Michael Biehn, among other actors.

It was good.

Somehow, for reasons unknown, I enjoy movies like that. After all, I grew up watching many Hong Kong "police" movies; it's good to watch a good standard fare of good-triumph-over-evil. And I like how the movie is done, there's a trace of the Korean style of making movies where the dialogue is little, but every word spoke volumes. The action pretty much speaks for itself.

There's also the feeling that there is a deeper side to each character, even the badass ones, that we will never get to know, probably because a)the movie has to move along, no dwelling, b)it's good to keep people guessing, and c)some of them died.

Oh, how I love the choreography of modern action scenes. Rather than just fists and legs, they have aids like metal rods, kettles, coats, linens, soy sauce; anything in the vicinity can be used as a weapon. Excellent.

Zathura was a little not what I expected, but to be honest, I did not really have a lot of expectations too, so it turned out alright for me. It's a fun movie, I guess. Hurling through space in a game that could kill you and/or get you eaten at anytime, how fun is that? I somehow figured out the twist the moment the astronaut talked about his past, but hey, it was still funny when the sister realise that she might have done something very bad.

Haha, I am not going to give away the fort, go watch it if you want to know what happened.

Jasu's "Dope" Chalet

Hmmm, I don't know what to blog. Let's blog about the chalet I went to on Wed/Thur for Jasu's birthday celebration. In the words of certain people from certain countries, "it was dope". Let's do a recap.

Wednesday morning: Ivy messaged me, WAKING ME UP, before the time I actually planned to wake up. People who know me well know that I am not a morning person, especially when I am all ready to wake up at a certain time. I kinda ignored her first SMS, intending to reply her when I woke up properly, but Miss Persistency SMSed me a second time! Grrr.

Wednesday afternoon: Got up, got ready. Took the bus to Seng Kang where Ivy lives. First time to her place! She asked me to stop by Compass Point and wait for Jasu to pick me up since I did not know the way to her place. I was early, so I walked around, trying to find a cash deposit, couldn't find any and ended up eating a bagel from Starbucks (I love those things!)

Ivy's house: Ha, supposed to help her out, but ended up watching TV with Jasu. We did rolled some sweet potatos into aluminium foil. Ivy's house is very interesting. I have never been to a Catholic's house before. I wanted to ask about the altar, but a bit shy. Ha, next time must ask! Her sister quite shy also, said "Hi" to Jasu, but seemed to be avoiding me. Am I scary? ^_______________^

East Coast Costa Sands Resort: Arrived early. Chalet was a surprise for Jasu, so Ivy told me to go to the washroom and stall Jacintha, while she go get the keys. Haha, I tried to stall her by asking her to wait for me to buy a drink, but she just walked off to find Ivy. But Ivy already had the keys! Hurray Ivy!!!

Yan and Bao Bao arrives: Yippie! Off to the chalet. But the whole place was so dirty, the floors!!! Yucks! So we started to wash the floors. WHY MUST WE WASH THE FLOORS? GOSH!!!

All Clean: Chalet's all clean. But what did we do? We sat outside our chalet, doing nothing. Then I started laughing at the people who tried to get their bicycles up the slope near the gate without getting off their bikes and failed. You may have no idea how funny that can be. So we sat there and looked at them. Laughed at some roller-bladers too. Some of them looked ridiculous and stupid.

Wednesday Evening: Played a little mahjong before the BBQ, then Yan started the fire. Me and Jasu are super fanners! We fanned the charcoals to make them catch the fire. And we were good!!!

BBQ: Started! Lotsa food! Ivy, Jasu and I were the cooks for the night. Main chef - Ivy, sous-chef - Jasu, and me, the brusher! Our kitchen was very busy. Everyone loves our food. Probably because they did not have a choice. We also laughed at a few more people on their bicycles.

Birthday Song: Happy birthday, Gou gou!!! Yaay, cut the cake! Took pictures, messed around with the cake, took more pictures. THEY WERE SO MEAN, PUT CHOCOLATE ON MY PRETTY FACE!!! AND MY HAIR!!! NO PRETTY ANYMORE!!! MEAN PEOPLE!!!

Drunken dog: Ivy mean! Made Jasu drink the vodka don't know plus what that she mixed. Jasu was INTOXICATED. She rested for a while. I went to the beach and sat for a while. Tried to build a sandcastle, but Yan called and told me to go back, because they were closing the gate.

Wednesday Night: We all took turns to bath and watched a little TV. Funny Ru Hua brushed her armpit with toilet brush. EEEEEEEE!!! Jasu finally woke up from her intoxication and we played mahjong, it was fun! Lost about 8 bucks, but still fun! Then we went to sleep.

Like certain people from certain countries like to say, it was dope!

PS: There are some pictures of the chalet that Jasu posted on her blog. That's Jacintha's blog. ^______^

Something That Made Me Go "hmmmm"

Excerpts from Vennie's blog:

"I'm suddenly reminded of the aspiration to open a "duck" shop not too long ago...wahaha, so many ambitions in mind now...Rose and I have already decided to invest, hope to be realized in 10 yrs time, any interested party will be welcomed to invest too..of cuz moreen shall be the tester for quality control!! wahaha cool..sure can earn a lot of money, and we will be targeting rich tai tai...woohoo~ hopefully the govt approves it"

Hmmm, I am seriously beginning to worry that these two of my dear friends are actually not joking about this "duck" shop thing. Well, if they really appoint me head of the quality control department, I am going to be very busy testing the, erm, employees. That will make me a busy person. Very busy person.

I have very, very weird friends.

Trivia: "Duck" is used in certain languages to actually mean "gigolos". Just in case some people don't know. Yes, yes, my friends want to open a gigolo shop. Like I said, very, very weird friends. And there are people who think I am the weird one. -_-

A Story About A Gou And A Miao

This is a story about a Gou and a Miao...

Once upon a time, there was a Miao, a beautiful Miao, who went to work at this place, and met the Gou for the first time. Miao at first did not like the Gou. Then one day, the Gou wrote the Miao a testamonial and wrote some nice things about the Miao, then the Miao, no choice, have to act friendly with the Gou, because the Miao loves postive remarks about her. This is the beginning of a wonderful friendship. The Gou and the Miao have many, many similar interests, and they go to theatre shows, concerts, movies, and most especially, they like to go for xiao long baos, Kenny Roger's, afternoon teas, etc, etc.

Time goes by, and goes by, and goes by, now the Gou and the (beautiful) Miao are very good friends amidst all the theatre shows, concerts, movies, xiao long baos, Kenny Rogers, afternoon teas, etc, etc. And they will be good friends happily ever after.

The End.

PS: This story is dedicated to all my fans, the people who love me, and the sole member of the I-Love-Moreen fanclub, Miss Gou Gou -> thank you for keeping the club alive! Yes!

Update:
Here's a picture of the Gou and the (beautiful) Miao:

See how cute we are?

Happy Birthday Jasu!!!

Watched Oliver Twist and Swiss Dream Circus today. Let's talk about them separately.

Oliver Twist was GREAT! I read a couple of reviews and viewer comments, and a lot of them were negative, but then, I don't really know the story of Oliver TWist, I know the plot a little, but not the whole story, and the movie really brought it to life for me.

I think the stars of the movie were definitely the kids, particularly Artful Dodger for me. At first, he seems like such a nice boy, then a bad side of him appears, and towards the end, you realise that there is actually an inate goodness about him.

Swiss Dream Circus is one hottie fest, I should say. It's done in the style of old time family circus with a tinge of the artistic theatrics made popular by Cirque Du Soleil. It is really a good time fun performance. And the performances were actually really good, And Jonathan, oh Jonathan. Haha, by the end of the night, ALL THE GIRLS want Jonathan. He's this really cute guy, who has these fantastic ABS, BICEPS, MUSCLES EVERYWHERE. I swear I could see all of his muscles, every single iota of it. And what does Swiss Dream Circus have that most circuses don't? Ha, they have guys who tear their tops off. Awesome.

Personally, I LOVE THE CLOWN!! Oh, he's so cute. And he actually pulled me to the stage for a little "volunteering". It was embarrassing, but funny. I love funny, and of course, I am constantly seeking to embarrass myself. Great show, go watch it!

By the way, I was not really into Jonathan, ha, I had my eye on another cutie. Heehee. What's a show without checking out the cuties?

Sorry if this entry is boring. I am beat and I want to sleep. So good night!

PS: Happy Birthday to my dear, dear, Gou Gou friend!!!

High-Class? I Will Show You High-Class

Haha, this is hilarious. Someone actually messaged me and told me that I am trying to act "high-class". Haha, this is so funny, since when has knowing correct English been "high-class"? Excuse me for a moment.

KANNINA! LIMPEH SCOLD BAD WORD THAT TIME, YOU DON'T KNOW BORN ALREADY OR NOT, DON'T COME HERE KAOPEI, KAOBU WITH LIMPEH, I TELL YOU. GO HOME, DRINK MILK AND SLEEP! DON'T MAKE ME DULAN, I KICK YOUR KACHEN TO KUCHING, I TELL YOU. BUAY SONG, COME WOODLANDS, I KICK YOUR ARSE BACK TO WHICHEVER PART OF LONG KAO YOU COME FROM.

There, not so "high-class" anymore, eh? And punctuation is good, if I do say so myself.

Anyway, I do not think that I am "high-class", and I am definitely not "high-class". My folks are average, I am average, a lot of the people I know are average. Average people are the BEST!!! Just because my mother paid $20 dollars a month for my primary school education, which resulted in me feeling the need to flaunt the fact that I know grammar and punctuations, to make her money worthwhile, does not make me "high-class". I am just better than a certain individual who finds it so tough to type in coherent sentences, despite the fact that we have the same qualifications. And who is constantly harrassing the females around him and have an ego the size of the airbag he calls a head.

And to the person who messaged me (oh, this is actually someone else, and not the person I talked about in my previous post), don't be coming to my blog, read a few posts and think that you know where I am coming from or what I am about. You know nothing about me, you better think before you try to act like a stupid nut, you peabrained, asparagus, banana, pineapple face.

Yeah, I am not so good with the insults if I am in "high-class" mode. Pretty much nothing I can do about it.

I Am Boo-Ti-Pul Hor!!!

Okay, so a guy you have not talked to in a very long while, somehow, saw a picture of you online, and thought that you have suddenly become very, very pretty. Maybe it was a good day, and maybe it was a particularly good picture. The angle of the photo-taking was so excellent, the lighting was perfect, and depicted this fantastic side of your face, that just screams "BEAUTY, BEAUTY IN IT'S MOST UNADULTERATED MOMENT", which was the reasons why you posted it online in the first place. And said guy saw it, and immediately made attempts to contact you with the following message:

"wah so long nvr cu nw u so chio ah? 12 cum out for kofee sumtym? wat ur hp num?"

What gives??!!??

Asshole.

Jerk.

Go to hell.

And the sheer audacity of this guy to talk to me in such a godawful, disgusting, demeaning, broken English. Most of my friends actually make an effort to talk to me with minimal broken English because they hate it when I correct them (haha), and look at this pile of garbage! Is it even a sentence? I can forgive a teenager who writes like that, BUT A 25 YEAR OLD GROWN-UP? Look at the short forms, the punctuations, the lack of proper sentencing!!! Gosh, this is tragic.

I am not above using broken English myself, and I actually like to talk broken Enggrish, I am proud to be Sinkapolean, and talk bloken Enggrish. It's a Sinkapolean thing what, corlect?

But just don't write to me in broken English that is so broken, I have to read it a few times before I can understand what the heck is going on. AND HOW DARE HE SUGGEST THAT I WAS NOT AS BEAUTIFUL AS I EVER AM!!! I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN SO BEAUTIFUL, OKAY? I mean, come on, look at me!

And presenting once again, the famous property agent photo...

Property Agent #453920
Quote: "The best interest of your property is my best interest!!!"
(New) Motto: "Your Property Is My Business!"

See? Look at the beautiful tendrils of hair falling to my face, the large, round, innocent, eyes, so full of compassion and a zest for life, the fabuloso cheek bones, the nose, okay, I have big nose, skip, and the precise sharpness of my chin. So boo-ti-pul hor!!! Where got now then boo-ti-pul? Long long ago boo-ti-pul until now hor! Hummph!

Asshole.

Jerk.

Go to hell.

Conducive Usage Of Time

Look at what I have to show for my past few days of rotting at home! Completed 3 levels of Diner Dash at EXPERT SCORE for every sub-level.



Heh, it's quite tough to score expert scores, it's easy to pass the sub-levels, but to achieve expert scores, you need a bit of planning and strategy. I had to do almost all the levels a lot of times before I achieved the expert scores. Still cannot believe that I stayed up till past 5 for the last couple of days just to do this. What a useful way to waste my time!

Anyway, here's something else.



Isn't it nice when people tell you the reason when things go wrong?

Eric Bana Et Baseball Et A Little About Sports

I had a very, very interesting dream. I dreamt that Eric Bana is a baseball player playing in this team called the "Marina White Cubs" (a combination of Mariners, White Sox and Cubs?), and they won the World Series, and Eric Bana was on ALL THE NEWSPAPERS for the winning homerun.

Whoopie. Haha, and I am one happy girl. Interesting dream. Oh, and the uniforms they were wearing were those that the Greek soccer players wore in the Euro cup last year. You know, white with the blue stripe at the side? Very nice, very sexy. And Eric Bana looks great in a soccer uniform, I tell ya.

Hmm, I am not much of a pure sports fan, I would say. I have always loved a certain sport for a certain reason. I started watching tennis because Marat Safin was oh-so-cute, that was in 2000, he looks weird now. I starting watching the World Cup and Euro Cup, because my friends were betting, and I joined in the good fun. I won a little money during the Euro Cup last year, betting on the Greeks. And they were so damn cute.

Well, and I loved baseball two years ago, back when Andy Pettitte was still a Yankee, Roger Clemens kept saying that he wanted to retire and Alexander Emmanuel Rodriguez was still a big shot SS because he had no competition at the Rangers. Well now? Now Andy Pettitte is petting it at the Houstons (coincidentally, this year they made it to the World Series and still came out number 2. Hmm, is there a pattern we are seeing here? Is Andy the reason?), Roger Clemens still have not retire and well, dear ol' Emmanuel is over at the Yankees, pretending to be best of friends with Derek Jeter. Heeheehee.

Well, one of the reasons I stopped watching baseball is because I remember how bad I felt when the Yankees lost in 2003. And I was only a wagonback fan, hopping on for the ride. But I felt so sad for them, and when they started reshuffling the team, selling players, buying new ones, breaking the entire team that I liked apart, it was just too tough to watch. You spend so much time, reading about the players, learning to like them (even the not-so-cute ones), and the next year, they are not a Yankee anymore, I DON'T HAVE TIME TO WATCH ALL THE BASEBALL GAMES TO CATCH ALL OF MY FAVOURITE PLAYERS!!! WHY CAN'T THEY JUST STAY A TEAM???!!! And they do it every year . That's the sports industry for you. Teamwork is secondary to comradeship, esprit de corps, the shit. The only thing that matters is who is the best and who pays the most.

So I stopped. I think I am better off watching tennis; tennis is a less heart-breaking sport, except maybe when you break a leg or an arm.

Well, here's a tiny picture of Andy Pettitte that I have.


Fine! I admit! I started watching baseball because of him. There is always a reason. But look at the intensity pouring out of him...


and how cute he is...


By the by, I did the gif myself! Hee. He's so cute!

And here's a picture to remember the team that I loved.


Forever torn apart. But hey, that's the World of MLB for you. Well, okay, so maybe I am making a big deal out of this, but hey, I am a female, we are born sentimental.

Pictures

I took a bunch of photos over the last year with my mobile phone, and I never had the chance to post a lot of them, so I'm gonna do so now. I am going to break them into a couple of posts, so that nobody will be overwhelmed. Ha, so you want pictures? Be prepared for a crapload of pictures. Provided, of course, that I don't get lazy.

Here's a light start, this is my work place at Singapore Indoor Stadium. Bet a lot of people never seen it on a quiet day, without any events going on. It's very quiet and secluded. I like it.


The inner part of the stadium, where the "backstage" is. There are signed posters of the artistes, who had performed here, lining the walls.


The pretty lights.


Carpark area.


The Sistic Office area. It's really not as dark in reality as it looks.


AHHH, DARKNESS!!! Anyway, further front is the door where we go into the call centre.

Something About Music

Chachi (no, that's not her real name, it's just a nickname. Imagine a girl named Chachi. Ohhh, the cruelty!) asked me why I have to go replace the nice, peaceful, soothing song in my blog with this really "noisy one". And there I thought I was trying to reflect my own diversity in the music I listen to.

Well, I just think that it's time to move on from a calm, reflective mode to a more angry and dissatisfied mode. Plus, I like this song. It seems to be about people whose beliefs are being stifled and are forced to conform by the other people around them, and the choice of "resist or be abused". Heehee, this is how I write my essays, write something and throw in a quote, and voila!

It's a nice song. I like it.

Of course, if you think that it's too noisy too, you can always turn down the volume. Or really look at the lyrics, and learn to like it too. I did not like the song when I just heard it too, but after a while, it just kinda grew on me. Try it, will ya?

PS: In case someone is spreading nasty rumours about my bloghead, MY BLOGHEAD DO NOT HAVE BLOGSHIT IN HIS BLOGEARS!

A New Beginning

I finally started on something that I really like, for the moment. I even have names! My main character is named Theo Kincaid, people who's been friends with me for a while will know why. But I have this adorable sub-character who is so darn cute!!! A nice, old man who thinks he's a poet, called Thomas Jacobs. I am kinda thinking of changing his name to Hector Jacobs. Ha, the fun of writing, power in your hands.

And I seemed to be spending a lot of time developing another sub-character called Damian Stark. He's supposed to be the best friend of Theo. But somehow, he's so larger than life!!! Heehee. And so darn cute. In my story, I call the shots, so if I say he's cute, then he is.

Well, I haven't come up with a female character yet. It's always harder to come up with an interesting female character, one that actually reflects strength and feminity, and is up to my standards. Being a female myself, it's easier to be judgemental about the female character than the male. It would take a while to develop her, I guess. Come out, come out from my brain, stop hiding. I am thinking of naming her Penelope or Prudence, I really like regency-sounding names.

Don't be holding your breath. Odds are I will get bored in a few days, and start another story.

Best Of You

I’ve got another confession to make
I’m your fool
Everyone’s got their chains to break
Holdin’ you

Were you born to resist or be abused?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?

Are you gone and onto someone new?
I needed somewhere to hang my head
Without your noose
You gave me something that I didn’t have
But had no use
I was too weak to give in
Too strong to lose
My heart is under arrest again
But I break loose
My head is giving me life or death
But I can’t choose
I swear I’ll never give in
I refuse

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
You trust, you must
Confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?

Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
The life, the love
You die to heal
The hope that starts
The broken hearts
You trust, you must
Confess

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?

I’ve got another confession my friend
I’m no fool
I’m getting tired of starting again
Somewhere new

Were you born to resist or be abused?
I swear I’ll never give in
I refuse

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
You trust, you must
Confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?

Lalala...

Good day, my minions, like my new bloghead? I do not want to hear any comments of whoever being dirty or sweaty or whatever. I think he looks very cool and very suave here. Some would say I do not know the meaning of the word "suave", you must be joking. Of course I know what the word means. I just think that even when he is dirty and sweaty, he still oozes that "sophisticated charm" that “debonair gentlemen” exudes.

Ok, so today was weird, I was on my way to work, when this girl sat beside me, and I caught a waft of her scent. SHE SMELLS LIKE MA MAMAN!!! Seriously! My mum always have this stale fruit smell combined with this soapy smell that she got from many decades of being around fruits and her love (love is putting it lightly) of washing her hands. It’s quite a pleasant and familiar smell. I was quite surprised that this little girl had the same smell. Does she sell fruits and has a crazy thing for washing her hands like me mum? It’s interesting because in the twenty odd years of my life, I have never met anyone who smelled like my mum. Heehee.

Alright, I think today’s entry is a little stupid, I don’t really have anything else to blog about. So there. Enjoy the new bloghead. Might be changing my music tonight.

I Can't Think Of A Title In My Rush To Go Watch Eric Bana

Well, well, annoying phantoms and anonymous readers, please do welcome the three new links on the blog (teeheeheehee - seriously don't know why I like to giggle like that, but I do!!!), be nice to them. If you don't, there is pretty much nothing I can do. So right.

Oh yeah.

I wrote a poem and this thing that I cannot put any other name to it other than a "limerick". I think that poetry is really not my forte. It pretty much blows. But I had fun trying to write it, and I think that's what expression is all about, having a hell of a time. So here it is. The thing is... HEY, THEY ARE SHOWING THE HULK ON CINEMAX!!! Okay, so whatever. I am off to see my beloved Bana. Bye now.

PS: How pathetic am I? I don't even have cinemax, I have to watch it on the mosaic function. But still, I love Bana.

Bagel

I ate my first bagel at Starbucks yesterday. And it's the best bagel I have ever had. Okay, so it's the only bagel I have ever had, but it was pretty darn GOOD!!! Sad to say, I am one of those people who get extreme satisfaction from simple oral pleasures (teeheehee).

You get a piece of freshly roasted, piping hot bagel, spread some jam and butter onto it, actually, I really prefer just the butter, and the pleasure of biting into it. Beauty.

Haha, this is weird. But I really loved the bagel. I am so gonna go to Starbucks after work today to have another bagel, or two. BAGEL RULES!!!

Who? Am? I?

Who am I?

If anyone ask me this question, I seriously don't think that I am the best person to provide the answer. I am actually not very able to give an accurate description of myself, without painting the picture of someone I want people to see, rather than what I really am. So I try to limit all descriptions of myself to "erm, I think I am nice, friendly, talkative, stubborn.", just to cover the bases.

But who am I?

Seriously? I have absolutely no idea. Not a clue at all. I think the person that understands me the least is me. But the person who understands me the most is also *SURPRISE* me. Simply because no one else seems to be able to understand completely and give a good, accurate account of who I am. Trust me, I have asked.

I have tried piecing together the bits and pieces from here and there, to make up a complete analysis of the complicated mess that I am, but everything just seems so contradicting and inaccurate. I am not trying to say that I am one those of complex, interesting individuals, I am truly not. For example, I think that I am quite a boring person, my idea of relaxing is to stay at home and surf net the entire day, but people seemed to find me interesting enough to want to talk to me. Some people say that I am a friendly and nice person, but I bet that there are an equal number of people waiting to say the exact opposite about me.

So who am I?

I guess it is safe to say that I am a bit of everything, and every bit of nothing. Is that good enough? The reason why I like to take those personality tests A LOT is because I feel that there is a modicum of truth to them, and gives me a better insight of what I really am.

Arrrgh, I DON'T KNOW!!! I am just me, Mao Mao, Mo, Miao miao to my friends, my grandma's Ah-Ling, my parents nameless child. And a stranger to the strangers. I am nothing but a walking skin-bag of life, that will eventually snuff out. Like every body else. Everyone is the same after all.

Anger

I am an angry person.

Not really angry as in being mad at something or someone, but angry as in that deep-rooted unhappiness that, if I am not careful, might just slowly consume me, inside out. And then? Then I turn into this heinous, scary old woman who spits at everyone and waves my walking stick at little kids walking past my house. Not exactly a very pretty picture, right?

So I have to be careful. Afterall, it's not like anyone else can be careful on my behalf. I don't really want to go through what my mum went through. She was unhappy for a large part of her life, not that I can blame her, and only realise partial happiness in her in her 50s. And I meant it, partial happiness. It will take a while for her to get over some things before she can be totally happy.

I guess no one can be totally happy, just when you thought that life is good, something happens to throw everything into the toilet bowl. It's like stepping into shit when you are all dressed up, almost reaching a party, and having the shit splattered on the edge of your clothes. Spoils everything, doesn't it?

The thing now is to deal with it.