tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61283292011-04-21T15:36:56.836-07:00badlydrawngerl aged 15+ - singapore likes: barcodes-music- old musty books-rugby-U2-playing e drums- nelly furtado-maroon 5 cooking shows-strumming a guitar-literature-lotr-soccer-robbie williams-vinegar-an irish brogue... the person: wad can i say? i am, who i am. okay...i am badly drawn but 'perfectly made'...ha ha ha... Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comBlogger3071100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1124986272574188122005-08-25T08:30:00.000-07:002005-08-25T09:11:50.906-07:00

::Version 2::There was nothing particularly special about her. She was just normal. She was neither rich or poor, just from a middle-class Chinese family. Which was a pity because it rid her of stories to tell: interesting anecdotes of how she went to school with the Prime Minister's children with a smattering of French phrases like cela est si drôle and bien sûr which she had of course learnt it

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1124983781266013452005-08-25T07:35:00.000-07:002005-08-25T08:29:41.323-07:00

Current Songs In Head1. End of Fashion - Oh Yeah2. Sarah McLeod - Private School Kid3. My Chemical Romance - Helena4. Gorillaz - Dirty Harry5. Our Lady Peace - Do You Like It (yeah the sexy song Shel...)

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Now that I look at it, it all seems silly.When I told Fendi that I like him, there were plenty of erms and sorrys. I kept on knocking over my muffin which I thought was quite safe on my plate. He came online and I was actually surprised that my hand promptly clicked on him. Though my heart was still thumping over Shirley Manson on the radio. erm fendiHe was shocked when I told him. We hadn't

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1124799899855305612005-08-23T04:47:00.000-07:002005-08-23T05:24:59.903-07:00

Here I am. Ready to tell you that I like you.Am I prepared? I don't know. I can hear my heart above my radio. It's going thump thump a-thump-thump-thump. Am I prepared? I don't know. Might as well say this:God, grant me theSerenity to accept the things I cannot changeCourage to change the things I can,And Wisdom to know the difference.

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1124793361060903862005-08-23T03:13:00.000-07:002005-08-23T03:36:01.066-07:00

Perhaps today I might reach Nirvana because I have broken the vicious cycle and have gone to see the doctor.I went to the doctor in between my Professional Writing and WAP lectures. Wah sie, I tell you the doctor is si buey unfriendly. The whole time his face so garam. What ever happened to that glowing compassion love care and desire for the patient the poor poor patient? Anyway I related to him

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1124796967708617882005-08-21T04:12:00.000-07:002005-08-23T04:36:07.713-07:00

In the words of Pablo Fransisco and according to the fortune-telling abilities of Yvonne and Ben, I shall have a very 'koochi-koochi' future ahead of me.After coming back from eating gelati at Freddo's, me Yvonne and Mario came back to my room. Took a pack of cards and tried, mockingly, to tell our fortunes. Fucking hilarious.I did Yvonne's fortune. Apparently Anthony likes her, will ask her out

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1124795527767637192005-08-19T10:57:00.000-07:002005-08-23T04:12:07.773-07:00

Just came back home. Surprisingly I am not cold even though I wore only a pullover out. In fact I feel warm. Oh yeah, the vicious Karma of the Absence of the Trip to the Doctor's still. Bloody hell.Went to Kum Den (Chinatown) with Mario to makan supper. Ordered (too much) porridge and belly pork with preserved vegetables - shiok. Joked chatted and laughed with and at Mario - also shiok. Scolded

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1124794616977883152005-08-19T03:49:00.000-07:002005-08-23T04:36:39.763-07:00

Although I have already been here for a year, it still feels odd that I am not there back home celebrating Bjron's birthday with my family. It seems that I am out-of-place.Hmmm, how apt. Out-of-place.If I was back home, I'll pretend that there is no August 19. I'll go around, particularly purposely and only, Bjorn and act as though it is just another normal day and not his birthday. Which he

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1124791764792721862005-08-18T02:37:00.000-07:002005-08-23T03:09:24.796-07:00

I feel like shit today. And yesterday and the day before. And the day before that as well.In fact, ever since Monday.I think it's because I had been looking after Tuan Yong when I stayed over at her place last Sunday so I might have caught the bug from her.Ha, so much for being nice. 好心沒有好 bao (I forgot how to write that). I could do with some extra dinerios instead you know ha God? Ha ha ha...

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1124794083354106992005-08-15T06:37:00.000-07:002005-08-23T03:48:03.360-07:00

Ian Teo:I'll make this short and simple. Unlike you. What I tried to make as a clean break, you complicate it and make it messy. And bleeding.Get this. You don't impose or force your wants on me. A true friend would not force what they want on someone else. And neither do you impose them on my friends.You disappoint me. Goodbye, this is the end of our friendship.

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1124003484557671442005-08-13T23:52:00.000-07:002005-08-14T00:11:24.563-07:00

Just came back from Newman footy versus St Hilda's College.Na bey we lost.But heck, it was a good and fair game. Hilda was faster and fitter I have to admit. And though I do not follow footy, but even in terms of soccer our defence left much to be desired. But we played well.And we were a pretty noble bunch. No bust-ups with any St Hilda people, though I do admit it would be actually fun to watch

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1124002216230438352005-08-13T19:47:00.000-07:002005-08-13T23:50:16.236-07:00

I was chatting to Ben last night. how�s the pretty little thing doing down under, he typed.Now we all know that I am no such thing so I protested. But when I did, he said that I was �the pessimistic type�. Which I am not and to which I protested again.Now I know what you�ll say. But no. I am not. But I still have confidence in my abilities. Maybe perhaps not my being, but don�t worry I get

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1123907249742131522005-08-11T18:33:00.000-07:002005-08-12T21:27:29.743-07:00

You know for as much it is worth, the people who designed the Academic Centre at Newman are real sadists.Here I am doing my work, trudging through forty-five pages of reading and notes. So I take a break. I look away from my notes and look up.Instead of just a single slab of concrete, I see six oblong windows greeting me giving me a peek-a-boo glimpse of outside. The outside with its cotton wool

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1123899771380146152005-08-10T19:58:00.000-07:002005-08-12T19:22:51.380-07:00

Surprisingly, I could still talk to Lisa. Good.Though I still thought of you throughout my lecture, making me lose my concentration and having to put up my hand to ask the lecturer questions. Bad.

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Already I was running late for my Cross-Cultural Communication lecture. But still I hesitated. Because I knew I am going to see you later.I'll be outside the Old Geology Theatre waiting for the lecture before to finish. I'll be complaining to Nadia how fucking cold it is, stomping my feet when I see you.I'll see you. You in your usual getup of denimn over white jacket and black plastic frames.

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1123909313883992222005-08-06T10:47:00.000-07:002005-08-12T22:01:53.890-07:00

Just now Ian told me that he likes me.Like-likes me.There were the usual 'why does he like me' questions. But this time, there were also 'why did he tell me that he likes me' questions.It complicates things. It makes friendship uncomfortable and cautious. It makes a person paranoid. It makes the long silence from a trip to the toilet seem like the person at the other end of the phone is biting

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1123493905960923332005-07-21T08:47:00.000-07:002005-08-13T16:21:31.473-07:00

I am not brave. For all the talk for all pinches and punches for all the nerve I have to confront others and to argue and fight with them�I am too scared to admit even to myself that I have feelings for my friend Fendi. I admit that I am not brave.I often laugh and chide Hendri for sometimes acting effeminate �cause I usually associate it with cowardly behaviour. But Hen isn�t a coward like me.

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1123899914403511682005-07-20T20:32:00.000-07:002005-08-12T19:25:14.403-07:00

Melbourne is too darn cold. Just feel like huddling under all my blankets and doonas and not coming out of my room.Send my dinner to my room please Layna.

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1123900003411741692005-07-08T02:32:00.000-07:002005-08-12T19:26:43.410-07:00

Been reading the latest issue of the Trinity Contact Bulletin. I can see where most of our $17,000 school fees goes to. Slick white Apple iMacs. Darn man, and it's after when we're gone.But heck, I'm not pissed. Rather nostalgic.

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1123906854401202132005-07-07T05:56:00.000-07:002005-08-12T21:20:54.400-07:00

Shit.Your song has become my song.Shit.

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1123906802074352462005-07-07T05:54:00.000-07:002005-08-23T23:52:20.020-07:00

Sitting Waiting WishingNow I was sitting waiting wishingThat you believed in superstitionThen maybe you'd see the signsThe Lord knows that this world is cruelI ain't the Lord, I'm just a fooland loving somebody doesn't make them love youMust I always be waiting, waiting on youMust I always be playing, playing your foolI sang your songs, I danced your danceI gave your friends all a chancePutting

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Darn blog. All my recent posts can't upload. Drat.Never mind. I even sent Blogger not one but mind you, three emails informing nicely them that I have a problem with my blog. Few hours later, I get an automated email back to me: please go to Blogger Help and perhaps maybe you'll find your solution there.My next email: Honestly - but you can't since you are a machine - what makes you think that I

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1120493114244879972005-06-30T08:57:00.000-07:002005-07-04T09:05:14.250-07:00

Shirley Manson's got it down smacked. That's why she's like (mock swoon), my idol. Chee.Love can be so strangeDon't it amaze you?Every time you give yourself awayIt comes back to haunt youLove's an elusive charm and it can be painfulTo understand this crazy worldBut you're not gonna crackNo you're never gonna crack- "Run Baby Run"

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1123900147000665152005-06-29T07:29:00.000-07:002005-08-12T19:29:07.000-07:00

Thank God for friends. They help you up when you are down.Like earlier, Fendi messaged me on MSN. When I told him about what a shitty day I've been having, he was telling me to take it easy and stuff.Thank you.And in a bid to cheer me up, he type-sang Wouldn't It Be Nice by the Beach Boys and Groovy Kind Of Love by Phil Collins. And he didn't know most of the words. Silly but thank you, it did

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1123494016122097262005-06-29T03:39:00.000-07:002005-08-08T02:40:16.123-07:00

Today I went for my medical, another important thing to get out of the way in order to process my student visa. First an X-ray, no problemo. But then my general examination...I couldn't take the urine test, all because I had just begun my period. They didn't want blood in the sample. For fuck's sake, for all their expensive advanced medical technology and equipment they can't distinguish between

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1123900287760640782005-06-28T21:32:00.000-07:002005-08-12T19:31:27.760-07:00

It's most pathetic and almost sickening the way I wait for you to message me. Even though we can all see the "Away" tag.

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1123900362750091332005-06-28T00:00:00.000-07:002005-08-12T19:32:42.750-07:00

Now it's 2.56 pm, Singapore time.It'll be 4.56 pm in Melbourne.I would be sitting in on Megan's lecture on the sublime (oh how she loves the word). Rocking back and forth on my foldable chair and putting my feet up on the chair in front of me. Secretly taking a bite out of my cinnamon doughnuts from Union House, and then later nudging Layna on the arm to ask whether she had any food to eat.Those

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1123900445292792802005-06-26T06:26:00.000-07:002005-08-12T19:34:05.293-07:00

If they haven't decided that this is already enough, MTV has been playing Jack Johnson videos over and over again as a reminder. Even Jason Mraz pops up out of nowhere.And then later, you'll have Why Do You Love Me and Shirley Manson is whispering: and you've still got the most beautiful face, it just makes me sad most of the time...

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1123900497344490902005-06-25T04:25:00.000-07:002005-08-12T19:34:57.346-07:00

You know when you buy a new shirt, especially an expensive one, you tend to handle it with...care, for the few weeks. Like pouring over the how-to-care label and measuring just the right amount of detergent - only for this time. Like folding and re-folding again and again. And like, I've seen some, sitting a good fifty centimetres away from the hawker centre table and tissue in hand, ready to

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1123900549065667272005-06-24T02:24:00.000-07:002005-08-12T19:35:49.066-07:00

Was watching Faking It on the Discovery Travel & Adventure channel. In this episode, they were trying to convert this drag car racer into a drag queen. And as you know, anything is drag is fab darh-ling.Hmmm, and the guy wasn't too bad-looking. Though I did put a stop to it when he started wearing dresses. Oh well.But I notice homosexuals are pretty fun people to hang out with. I find that they

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1123900596083308752005-06-23T06:54:00.000-07:002005-08-12T19:36:36.083-07:00

There are too many concidences between you and me.Too many and I am starting to believe again.I need to remember, to keep in check.

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1123900650345655672005-06-23T06:36:00.000-07:002005-08-12T19:37:30.346-07:00

Yesterday and the past few days was Dad's white shirt. Today Bjorn's wearing Dad's grey shirt.Which is a good thing because he was beginning to look like either a member from The Polyphonic Spree or simply a member of a cult lah.

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1123900695747499872005-06-23T06:31:00.000-07:002005-08-12T19:38:15.746-07:00

Blasted Melbourne Uni. Blasted bloody bleeding flaming flecking Melbourne Uni.They'll only send me the final letter of offer next week on the twenty-eighth. And I'm flying off on 15th July. For some higher education institution, they're pretty stupid - why send the letters so late when you want us back by the eighteenth for Orientation?So bloody educated. Act only lah.

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1123906305002948562005-06-23T06:26:00.000-07:002005-08-12T21:11:45.006-07:00

Bless the mother who prays to be slim.When my mum's friends came a-visiting, they brought a gift hamper of Chinese tonics to replenish energy and improve her health. As me and mum were going through the hamper, I came across a box of Hashima jelly with red dates. From the box I read out loud: ...improves complexion and boost immunity...Boost beauty ha? My mum's face lit up. Can, can!(smacks head)

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1123906366858361032005-06-23T06:14:00.000-07:002005-08-12T21:12:46.860-07:00

Vacuumed the house today. And as a result, some blisters on my left hand which sting when I washed the dishes.Some life.I need to get out of the house. Away from housework. As much as I wish to be, it is hard to be the filial daughter.But it's easier to be the total ass at the movies.HOW TO ANNOY THE PERSON SITTING NEXT TO YOU AT THE MOVIES1. During the trailers, shout, �Fast forward! Fast

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1119362954604730922005-06-21T07:07:00.000-07:002005-06-21T07:09:14.603-07:00

Got this off Mico's blog:have u ever felt what love is?or do u confuse it with the lustthat most of us disguise and believe is trueHow true. Unfortunately.

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1119362781435371372005-06-21T07:05:00.000-07:002005-06-21T07:06:21.440-07:00

Mum's back from K.K Hospital.She's good, because she's just scolded me.Thank God.

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1119190499861699912005-06-19T07:12:00.000-07:002005-06-19T07:14:59.863-07:00

I am sorry.Truly, a great romance - or rather the want of one - can ruin a perfectly good friendship.

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1119189908152251832005-06-19T06:19:00.000-07:002005-06-19T07:05:08.156-07:00

Damn bored. Wanted to go and swim today in the afternoon right after church. But noooo, mum said noooo.Sian.A psychological disorder is defined as behaviour or thinking that is (1) disturbing to others(2) irrational(3) atypical(4) maladaptiveThe Golden McArches Theory of Globalisation:Any two or more countries that have McDonald's branches will not go to war against one another.Patience is a lot

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1123906426144285612005-06-19T05:13:00.000-07:002005-08-12T21:13:46.143-07:00

Tomorrow mum's going for her operation to remove a growth in her uterus.She isn't nervous; she can still exchange her usual sarcastic remarks with me.She's a brave and strong woman.I hope to be like her.

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1119015157671736142005-06-17T06:28:00.000-07:002005-06-17T06:32:37.670-07:00

And I am chatting to you now on MSN.Amazing. Utterly, bloody fucking amazing.

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1119009203227039982005-06-17T05:13:00.000-07:002005-06-17T06:28:12.740-07:00

Drat.Fancy quoting from some Aston Kutcher movie:A great romance can ruin a perfectly good friendship.I can see why some girls go pick up total strangers in bars and clubs.

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1119014732251301192005-06-17T04:55:00.000-07:002005-06-19T06:17:48.916-07:00

I am not your hobby horse.To begin with, I have no love of my own. Though it is not in the top ten of my priorities, I do grapple with it at times. Yes I do think, I do hope and wish that I had someone who loves me. So I hope, and I dream. I think. And sometimes I think too much. And sometimes it is only wishful thinking. Like that night when you danced with me like that. As though I was yours

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1118806297590422272005-06-14T20:25:00.000-07:002005-06-14T20:31:37.590-07:00

::Things to do::1. Swim - but darn the weather today darn.2. Go to the library and borrow some books eg. Lolita, Beowulf and Confucious' Analects.3. Finally start putting my storylines onto paper, please Ms Ng?4. Visit the last kampung - Kampung Lorong Buangkok5. Go for this Friday's concert next to Orchard MRT station.6. Catch up with family and friends.7. Catch up with my favourite annoying boy

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1118805866263422612005-06-13T23:21:00.000-07:002005-06-14T20:24:26.263-07:00

Vacuumed the floor today.Surprisingly amid all the noise and the drone of the vacuum cleaner, I could think clearly about what course I want to do in Melbourne Uni.Bachelor(ette) of Arts - Media and Communications.And I also thought of what size jumper I am going to buy at the Melbourne Uni gift shop for myself. Jeez.

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1118805170532138312005-06-12T22:02:00.000-07:002005-06-14T20:19:54.906-07:00

Even though it was a very very slim chance of such a thing, but thank God. Bjorn just walked in erm, with his legs a bit spread apart. I think it's swollen. Can't wear any underwear for two weeks or so, if I am not wrong. Now he's wearing Dad's shirts instead. Hmm, clothes rack comes to mind. And he said he'll eat his vegs and grow muscles. Well that is, if I eat my own vegs and fruits (not

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1118805570105545382005-06-12T20:13:00.000-07:002005-06-14T20:20:53.920-07:00

Watched Mr & Mrs Smith last night with Nat. Pretty snazzy movie.For all of what Shel says about Brad Pitt, he only looks good when he smiles. Other than that, just two eyes one nose one mouth. Yeah lah yeah lah Cheryl.But I liked Angelina Jolie's character. I think I am just like her. Knocking myself senseless on the back of the car driver's seat when wanting to tell someone how I feel.Bad thing,

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1118804468387208132005-06-12T17:54:00.000-07:002005-06-14T20:01:08.386-07:00

Today Bjorn goes for his circumcision. Another one of the many reasons I thank the Lord I am a girl. Shit, shouldn't have read that book As Nature Made Him, about botched circumcison.Bless the fool who knows, and reads, little.

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1118803732441353352005-06-11T19:45:00.000-07:002005-06-14T19:48:52.446-07:00

I hate explaining myself to others why I didn't enjoy the church camp.

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I think with all this boredom, I am turning into a mighty kaypoh and a gossip.Overheard mum and her kakis' conversation. First bit, some of the ladies were a bit worried about the content of tonight's performances. Apparently there was one group last year which the men dressed up as hula girls, grass skirts and all. And bless their pretty little garlanded heads, they even wore bras made out of

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Mum and John's mother went to go for their happy hour shopping. And they left me with their kids to look after while we swim.Oh what a dream! Fulfilling my life-long fantasy of swimming in a bikini with a bunch of underaged boys. (twinkles fingers) Oh whooo. Oh how sastifying. Hmmmph.Ha ha...Still had fun with the kids in the pool. Threw about Geffeory's rubber soccer ball in the pool until it

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Whooooo, Elva and Jordan...Whooo...Honestly they are just so cute together [going all bimbo-ish with flourish]. Jordan running to catch up with Elva and Elva trying to smack him on the head. Oh how endearing, it warms my heart.So this is the boy who is wooing my sister. Hmmmm, don't know much about him. But of all the boys she's fancied, this one's the most compatible of the lot I think. Not a

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I wrote this on the mirror whilst in the shower:Sometimes it is a good thing to be deprived. For there is only two ways to go for deprived people: up or six feet underneath the ground. Nothing in between.Now when I look back at it, it makes no fucking sense.Talking about wanting to be a writer. Pui ah.It doesn't capture exactly what I want to say. I want to say that although I am more than happy

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1118673949551503282005-06-10T04:31:00.000-07:002005-06-13T07:45:49.553-07:00

Been writing and doodling on my hand. Left hand's all purple from the ink.Helped Auntie Agnes in the children's ministry. Had fun stringing up pieces of cut-up straws and paper flowers into necklaces for the kids. And tried leading the Elephant group to dance by swinging my imaginary elephant's trunk. [I am hearing Xiao Xin] Had a laugh watching Bjorn and John ska-dancing.Silly it may seem, laugh

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During the Free & Easy slot, went shopping with mum and Bjorn. Elva went to Times Square with her friends, and her Jordan ha ha. Anyways. Sigh, shopping. Rather go and swim or go on one of my Makansutra hunts around K.L. Instead bought seven T-shirts and two pairs of jeans. Thank goodness for our stronger Sing dollar. Otherwise I'll happily still wear my current pair of jeans with the hole at the

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I don't know what to say.I'll let them speak for themselves.English: 85%History of Ideas: 94%Media & Comm: 88%Environment & Devt: 90%Psychology: 92%Average Best 4 subjects: 91%EAP: 92%I was whooping and whooo-ing in my small cubicle of the business centre. Could actually hear the receptionist stop typing on her keyboard when I did

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I wonder how the others are feeling. Because I am not nervous.Rather, I am thinking about the times we've spent. About the times we would spend. Or whether we will spend any time at all. About what happens next, to our friendship.I am thinking about them. I am missing them.

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Good luck guys.Cheers for all the times we had and will have I hope.

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Tomorrow I'll know my results.Surprisingly I am not worried. Rather I am sleepy.Confident? Maybe.Or maybe 'cause nothing much has happened today.Yawn.

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Not to boast or anything but I regard myself as an okay, a nice person. Well sometimes.But I do get a kick from other people's discomfort.Discussion exercise after sermon. Do you think the prayers, songs and hymns in our Sunday worship help us worship God with honesty?Nope. Doesn't help.Why?Hymns sermons, they may be God's word yes. But they are God's words in another man's words. Not your own,

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Sitting next to mum's friend's son, whose name I do not know. As you can see Ben, I am making some progress with the friends bit. Still utterly utterly utterly bored...Jeez.Fine, I am so bored I shall imagine myself as a young twenty-something Malaysian who has to cross over the Causeway everyday just to check in for work at some Motorola factory.La la la..So everyday I'm sitting in a bus like

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On the bus, on the road to church camp.Church camp. In Kuala Lumpur. And we'll be staying in hotels.Church camp they say?How utter utterly boring.

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At first Bjorn was trying to play "hei bai pei" with me and mum in the back of the bus. Was fun for a while until I found out that one, he actually did not know how to play hei bai pei and two, he couldn't be bothered playing it the right way even though I taught him so.Annoying, it honestly was. But still entertaining. After all he is Bjorn Ng and my brother. Still, mum buay tahan. Begged him to

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You know I was thinking of finding a part-time job during the holidays to earn a bit of money for me folks.Stupid me. Forgotten that I already have a job.Aminah. House worker. Or in simpler and less flattering terms: a maid.Worked eleven to five washing, cleaning, hanging up clothes and mopping the floor.It's been a hard day's nightI've been working like a dogIt's been a hard day's nightI'd

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Bjorn dropped his other front tooth again. Officially bo-gay. But nonetheless now his face is symmeterical. Ha, now he is able to claim once again that he is the most handsome Mister Ng. Sigh, ego...

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My new mission.To search for the last kampung in Singapore.Clement wonders why.I think I am getting nostalgic.

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You know what they say about going overseas to study and coming back more confident?Arh bullshit.I haven't yet overcome my fear of church people.So much for a holistic Western education.And so much for that Mark.Pity, because I made very sure that I sat one seat away from the next person. Whom later together with his girlfriend - I forgot their names though they know mine - moved down the row and

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Brought mum jalan-jalan and shopping *rolls eyes*Bumped into Fendi on Swanston Street today. He grinned when he saw my mum.I grimaced in pain. Went red and hid my head in the MX newspaper box. Mum....

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Oooh my reputation. Oooh now sullied, marred. Mum!I own a laptop. And my dear mother doesn't. Thus she doesn't get to check her email as often. So out of the goodness of my heart, I offered her (though I should actually) to let her use my laptop and go online to check her Yahoo.But then, but thennnn...Wait. Let me...collect myself.But then she went onto my MSN conversations with all my guy

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Hollaback GirlUh huh, this is my shitAll the girls stomp your feet like this A few times I've been around that trackSo it's not just gonna happen like thatBecause I ain't no hollaback girlI ain't no hollaback girl [x2]Ooooh ooh, this my shit, this my shit [x4]I heard that you were talking shitAnd you didn't think that I would hear itPeople hear you talking like that, getting everybody fired upSo

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Mum's coming tomorrow.Oh shit. My room is like a pig's sty from all the studying. Need to tidy up before she comes. Otherwise all hell will break loose. But then, still haven't finished Media yet. Not even up to Advertising. Damn.Decisions, decisions.

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I remember what you've said to me at the exam hall.Now that I think about it and what has been happening recently. Now I am confused.

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Shit shit shit.Don't think. Don't think.I think too much.

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Revealed: What Those Singaporeans That PM Lee�s Ozzie Friends Were Referring to Were Actually Sayingby wwww.talkingcock.com, May 15 2005In launching the Speak Good English Movement�s latest attempt to turn Singapore into a nation of keng chio kias, PM Lee recounted how the son of his Australian friend had told him that the Singapore kids at his school all spoke a peculiar brand of English which

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Tomorrow.Literature exam.The final one.As Iago would say, tomorrow would be day that either makes me, or foredoes me quite.

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Drama...Grins and goes huh-huh-huh like Xiao Xin.I remember yesterday I asked Yuedda whether she was any bit nervous. She said no, which was of no surprise to me for she's an excellent actress and which was the opposite of what I was feeling for I am merely a mediocre player.She said: think of it not as an exam, but as a show. For fun.Well true enough to my character, my hands were shaking and

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:music1. Feel Good Inc. - Gorillaz2. It Takes More - Ms Dynamite3. That Thing - Lauryn Hill4. Be Yourself - Audioslave5. ?? - ???5. Bleed Like Me - GarbageWhich reminds me of today when I was checking out mum's acommodation. There was this girl my age, eyes downcast. Looking down at her wrists. And then hastily pulled down her sleeves to cover the scars.She didn't look at others though everyone

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Today another twelve hours later, I shall have my drama exam.I shall take my cue from Sadako and Toshio's mother. Wo de ou xiangs.

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For those who have Friendster, you'd know that there's a Bulletin Board which people put up 'notices' to remind their friend that they like this and not that...Honestly.Anyway I've become one of those people - oh shock horror. Ben Ho had sent me one in which you had to write down the first thing that comes to your mind when you were given a couple of random words.I did mine but when I tried to

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1115525989437250872005-05-06T05:17:00.000-07:002005-05-07T21:21:48.506-07:00

Jane said The Body Shop can be considered to be a non-government organisation.Yes!Ha, take that Daisuke Akai! Ha ha ha...Now I've got a chance at getting the full twenty-five marks for my E&D essay. Hmmm, can't help smiling. How cheesy-pleasy.

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Crushes can lead to the heart of madnessby Craig Taylor, The Age (03/06/2002)Forget for a moment that it's called a "crush", a word associated with bubbly handwriting, giggly pre-teens and folded pieces of coloured paper. And forget that the term may define those heartbreaking moments in your early life.They may be childish, or they may be dangerous, time-wasting exercises in futility, but the

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Today I had my Environment & Development essay exam. My final paper - worth 6.25% of my final mark for the subject. My final exam...Damn.Environmentally sustainable development (ESD) can only be achieved through the work of committed individuals and non-government organisations (NGOs). Discuss with references to at least three ESD projects.My three examples were The Green Belt Movement in Kenya,

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Today I saw the Big Issue vendor whom I always dub as Jesus. He shaved his beard. Jesus without a beard. Jesus beardless. It's hard not to look.

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It warms my heart.A father and his son running madly across the road. A small innocent boy unafraid of the big world. A stern proud man kneeling to ask if he son was alright.A father's low strong voice trembling just because of his son.A child's gay laughter as he tiptoes to hug his father.A father and son running madly across the road. And a driver shouting just as furiously at them.But still.

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Stupid Akira.Stupid me. So bloody stooopid. I wonder, why is it when I finally come around to think that I have gotten over him he re-appears pops up like daffodils out of winter snow.I saw him today at breakfast today. I had only seen Reem and I didn't realise that he was sitting at the same table. So I sat beside him, quietly eating my breakfast and all of the sudden becoming very

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Got an extension for my Media essay from Ron-chy till next Friday.Love Ron-chy. Ha ha ha...Hack hack hack...Damn.

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Crap. Feel so sick. As though something's stuck in my throat.So I tried to cough it out till I threw up.Bloody hell. Can't sleep. Which may be a good thing, considering I was and have been dreaming about Akira recently these past few nights.Bloody hell.

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I saw Jesus today. Rather, the Big Issue vendor on Elizabeth Street looks like him with his thick black beard.He was sitting down on a bench. Dark, sunburnt. With a tatty dusty khaki jacket but wearing a ski cap in all the colours of the rainbow.He was sitting on the bench. Dejected. Alone. And he is homeless, like many of the Big Issue vendors.Jesus, dejected alone and homeless.It is hard to

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I was sitting downstairs with Cheryl and Yihui during dinner. Cheryl said she had a Singaporean joke that she wanted to tell us. "There were three people: one Chinese, one Malay and one Indian..."Wait. I frowned. Is this a cheena joke, a mat joke or an Indian joke? It's a cheena joke I hope, I said.Er, it's an Indian joke. She looked at me.As I was saying, there was this Chinese guy, Malay guy

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Thank you Denis and Ian.But, screw you Jes. Ha ha ha...

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I didn't ignore you. I still talk to you, I still joke with you. But I know things are different now. Because you don't look at me the same way as you did before. I am confused because I don't know if it is my fault or not.I don't know how should I act around you. I still consider you as my close friend. I want to. But you don't seem to want to. I am confused. If I ignore you, you would think I

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Denis:I am so sorry I hurt your feelings. I didn't mean for things to end up this way. Please believe me. You probably hate me. I don't blame you. I know how it feels to be rejected by the person you like. I'm sorry.Please don't think that I rejected you because of your looks. No please don't. It's just that I only treat you as a friend. I don't feel the same way. And I still like Akira...I'm so

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I'm at a loss right now. I don't know.Today as I was rushing to school, Denis sms-ed me that he likes me and he asked me to consider him. I nearly dropped my handphone. He likes me? There were so many questions running through my mind. Plus those I had about uni. But I couldn't concentrate anyways; my train of thought kept on reverting back to his sms.I had promised both Denis and Eugene that I

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I saw you today at breakfast today. Sitting at the next table by yourself. Thought hmmm a chance to get to know you. Wanted to go over and talk to you.Then Omar came. Damn. Next time then.

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Just came back from watching Guess Who? with Omar and Denis. Denis wasn't planning to come along so I asked him why the change of plans. He teased me, saying "oh so you want to be alone with Omar, okay I'll go back". I laughed and said sorry I rather be alone with someone else mind you. He laughed: Yellow Submarine? That's his nickname for Akira for today because he wore a yellow shirt during

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Hmmmm, went over to Yuying's place to makan dinner. Anne cooked seafood risotto - wah damn shiok man. The sotong was oh-so sedap. All this from a vegetarian. The last time we all went to the Moonlight Cinema to watch The Motorcycle Diaries, she was so uneasy around the Nandos chicken. She was "how can you guys eat meat in front of me?" as I waved a drumstick glistening with peri-peri sauce in

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I really admire Carmen Ng. She, apart from my mum, is one of the few people who I aspire to be like. Like me mum, she's strong, opinionated and independent. Although she belongs to the 'popular crowd' at Trinity, she remains rather grounded and humble. Though she's one massive joker, she really is hardworking hen qing lao. Over ninety marks average whew! She's even up for a scholarship, she told

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1113665898405210962005-04-01T15:01:00.000-08:002005-04-16T08:38:18.406-07:00

Ha ha, it is never boring to watch a horror movie with Eugene. Even if it is lousy and utterly boring, never mind he'll make it into a comedy. He gets so edgy that even if a non-otherworldy character just appears he jumps a foot off his seat. Ha ha... But then, the last time we watched Texas Chainsaw Massacre he kept on grabbing my arm! Sheesh man.This time Carmen Ng came along with us - she

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1113663639294035772005-03-29T18:54:00.000-08:002005-04-16T08:00:39.296-07:00

Hmmmph. Now you come down for breakfast. Amazing lah, fate hmmm?But I do want to get to know you as a friend. Let's see if Fate is nice enough this time.

Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583128349152125775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128329.post-1113663016049458712005-03-29T03:24:00.000-08:002005-04-16T07:53:34.893-07:00

1. Literature2. EAP - which is a listening test (!) - chicken feed...

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