Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Picture perfect!


This is my 2nd attempt in typing out this entry because blogger screwed up on me whilst I was adding the pictures during my previous attempt. Ya'll better be thankful and appreciative because despite feeling so fucked up and going through a major bitch fit, I still uploaded ALL the pictures that I used in my first attempt of this picture-dominated post!

So here are the pictures taken during my last few days at W64; definately another unforgettable working experience with a team of fantastic nurses.


Nad & I with Nurul in the wee hours of the morning (while most of you were still asleep)



From left to right: Tinky Winky, Dipsy, Lala, Po

(Staff Chiou Hann, Nad, Staff Hla Hla, me!)


Blur shot of us wearing the "DO NOT DISTURB" vest. Did you know that nurses usually wear these vests while they're administering medications?? But despite having "DO NOT DISTURB" printed in bold letters on a very bright orange background, they still get disturbed anyway.

Hla Hla, Nad and I making fools out of ourselves while Mary Ann smiles sweetly away =)

PCA Aneeta!! We both love Nelly Furtado and Snoop Dogg!

SMACK THAT, BABY!

Lovable Puva (curry puff lover!) and EN Waheda

Nadirah, SN Sri, SN Grace and myself

From left to right: Me, Shu Li, Nad, Andy, Sri, Grace, Wei Hsin

I don't think I mentioned how the four of us were able to go for our breaks AT THE SAME TIME on our last day, did I? The staff nurses were super lenient, I tell you! Haha. So after eating our snacks in the staff room, we decided to set Nad's camera on self-timer mode and have our picture taken.

Little did we know, Naddy's cam can only wait for 3 seconds before the flash went off. So, behold the first picture (notice how I was tryin' my best to get Nad into the picture which resulted in me bursting out in laughter which in-turn resulted in me having my mouth half-opened):

Second shot: I look horrible here, but whatever. I may be grinning away like some freak but it only means I'm happy right? So what more can I ask for when there's happiness in my life?

MANY THANKS TO MRS CHIA!!!

From left to right: Andy, Wei Hsin, Olivia, Mrs Chia, Nadirah, me!

And a million thanks to these Staff Nurses of W64; we love all of you very much!

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NOW, It's time for the attack of the 'Bangsters'!!!

Side-note: Clara and I went to cut our fringes real short and now we both have bangs! We love banging each other with it and we're out to conquer the world with our new "Cleopatra" look.

We went to a few clubs sometime last week and here are the photos!

CAFE DEL MAR!

MOMO!!

TAMPINES LIBRARY BUS-STOP!


FERNVALE MINI-MART!

Apart from having the same fringe length, we also have the same pair of flats; one silver, one gold! Beautiful shoes for beautiful Prima Donnas! =p No prizes for guessing who owns which pair of shoes... it's obvious that my feet are the smaller pair.

Lovely view from the monorail station; picture taken while we were on our way back to Vivo City to head over to Momo.

Kissy-kissy-poo-poo! The dwarf trying to peck the giant on her cheek -muacks-

We were dead bored at cafe Del Mar. I'm never going back there... fucked up event!

The one and only good thing about that place would be the waiter who took this group picture of us; Leonard, terence, Clara and I.



Shadow stepped, body touched, soul crashed at 3:00 am.
6 shafts of moonlight



Tuesday, March 27, 2007

All that I can never express...

... has been expressed by Colorgenics!

Much of the time you are preoccupied with things of an intensely exciting nature. You need stimulation and variation with all matters pertaining to your life. You want to be regarded as an exciting and interesting personality being able to charm and influence others. You use powerful strategies with predictable outcomes so as to avoid endangering your chances of success or undermining other people's confidence in you.

For some time now you have been feeling rather insecure. You are looking for - and needing - an environment that can offer you roots, stability and a position that will relieve you of excess tension and stress.

The present situation, not of your making, is forcing you to compromise. You will have to hold back and forgo some of your hopes, dreams and aspirations.

You are very restless and inclined to be depressed - and try as you may you feel that you are unable to control the situation in which you now find yourself. You refuse point blank to relinquish control of your feelings and to place yourself in other people's hands. It would appear that there is a condition or a relationship on the horizon which you feel could cause you further unwarranted aggravation and stress. This is the last thing you need at this time. There must be more to life than the present situation. You are not quite sure what you are looking for and so you tend to be impatient and irritable until what you seek presents itself to you. You need to get away from this unsatisfactory state of mind, especially now, as you find that your powers of concentration are suffering.

The fear that you may not be able to fulfil or realise all of your ambitions makes you work and play hard. The thought of being prevented from achieving the things you want leads you to play your part with frantic fervour.


Shadow stepped, body touched, soul crashed at 1:01 am.
0 shafts of moonlight



Monday, March 26, 2007

Good yet bad

I guess it's good to know he's doing fine. But seeing him now just makes me feel like a sucker. I'm contradicting myself, am I not? *sigh* I wanna see him so badly and the moment I do, I wish I'd never seen him because it gives me this sick feeling in the stomach. I don't call it "Butterflies in the stomach"... more like "Praying mantis in the stomach" cos the feeling's uncomfortable and also hurtful. ARGH! It sucks lah!

Well, my boy, you just carry on living your "perfect" life ok? Mine's already so flooded with tears, it doesn't matter if I cry a few days more. Then again, maybe I should continue crying for as long as my tear glands can take it... may the guilt kill you =)


Shadow stepped, body touched, soul crashed at 12:48 am.
0 shafts of moonlight



Thursday, March 22, 2007

Something new to occupy my time

Yesterday and today went by so quickly; coz I was having fun! I don't see why time couldn't pass by at the same speed back in 2005 when I had the worst Maths teacher ever! Yes, I STILL HATE/LOATHE/DESPISE HER! I've never come across an educator who did underhand stuff to prevent a student from being active in her CCA. Her excuse? I had a bad attitude and I wasn't doing well in school.

*snorts*

Not doing well eh? HAH! Sure, I look at my distinctions and wanna cry a tsunami. Not doing well, my arse!

As I was saying, yesterday and today was super fun! Went for a swim on Wednesday and at the same time, got a really good tan! I spent the most of my time tanning though; couldn't swim that much because I didn't place my belongings in the locker (not enough coins) and there were a few miniature mats shouting and monkeying around at the edge of the pool (right in front of where I was sun-bathing) so for all you know, I could've drowned in the pool the very moment I enter it because they were splashing around so vigorously.

But never mind. The few laps swam and the near perfect tan that I got pretty much made my day. No complains there =)

Ok, today I was 'spose to wake up at 8am but ending up lazing in bed until way past 10. Gosh, time really needs to slow down boy! I could transform into a old hag before I myself even realise it. Heh! The initial plan was for me to be at the gym by 9 and complete my workout by 12pm but as you can see for yourself, I was already behind time the moment I dragged myself to wash up so I only reached the gym at... 11.30am?

Apparently, there are many others out there who're as nutty as I am and wake up frickin' early to run on the treadmills. I've always had the impression that gymnasiums would only be packed in the evening when adults are done with their work and come down for a mini-workout but NO! They work out for a few hours in the morning, bathe, change, dress up and then head down to work.

Hmm, I should try their routine out in the future once I graduate from NYP. Exercise gives people endorphins eh? And endorphins are supposed to make people happy? Alright, I'll try it out... so I wouldn't be all black faced while at work. HAHAHAHA!

The stupid cina nurse from W64 should head to the gym before her every shift.

- treadmill(ed) for 15 minutes (sial ah! maximum time is only 20 minutes leh!)
- 200 crunches
- 5 counts of 20 with 'em weights.

Pretty good for a newbie, I shall say. Woohoo! One step closer to my New Years' resolution. ONE STEP CLOSER TO MY GOAL!! Ole, ole, ole, ole!!!!

Oh, err, and before I go off, I shall say a very loud, "I MISS OXY!!" here because that girl dreamt of me o_O. Yeah, I know... SHE LOVES ME TOO MUCH (maybe even more than she loves Pete. Oops!). And although I replied her tag and promised to TRY and dream of her, I don't know if it'll ever happen so Oxy, BE HAPPY WITH THIS SHOUT OUT HOR!!

-If you send me an sms during the weekend, chances are that I won't reply cos I won't be around. I'll reply asap when I'm back. CHEWING GUM FOR THE BB CREW!-


Shadow stepped, body touched, soul crashed at 8:00 pm.
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Wednesday, March 21, 2007

DANCEFLOOR HORROR!!

I was watching The Dancefloor with my sis just now and I cannot believe my eyes when the red light came on when Break Force Crew, Soul Fusion and Styles from beyond were performing. Lke, hey! These three teams did really well for their Disco performance round and they're in the bottom three?! What the fuck are the voters doing man?!!

Who should get booted next wednesday?

-Melvin and Sharon


Shadow stepped, body touched, soul crashed at 10:05 pm.
4 shafts of moonlight



Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Ten personal messages; 10!

MY MUM HAS NO IDEA HOW LUCKY SHE IS; oh boy, she doesn't see the shade of greenish jealousy in my eyes... she doesn't.

PS: For those buggers out there who're smiling in glee and thinking that I've an argument with my mum this time round (after the one I had with pops), YOU GUYS ARE IN FOR A HUGE DISAPPOINTMENT. There ain't no friction between mum and I. I'm merely stating that she's a lucky woman. Lucky in what way? For me to know and for ya'll to figure out ;)

PS no. 2: I received two gifts from the same person on the same day. And this generous Santa is a SHE! Aiyaiyai.. could this be.. "fatal similar gender attraction"?! NOOOooo...!!!!

PS no. 3: Joy-Joy, if you're reading this, I might not be able to meet you up on Thursday for our long-awaited coffee leh. Father make noise that I went out 2 days in a row and spend like siao. Still waiting for his verdict though... will sms you asap k!!

PS no. 4: Quit being so inquisitive ask ask me what gifts I receive lah, haiyoh! She gave me a bracelet and a handmade pencil imported from Down Under. Happy?!

PS no. 5: United World College won RI in The Arena! OMG! That's so sad! I was hoping to see RI clash it out with Hwa Chong next week. Fook! Kartik looked so disappointed; the cute lil sweetie-pie.. and Lionel was in tears!! I'm gonna cry too ='(

PS no. 6: Aiyah, don't ask me why she bought me those 2 presents on impulse. I DON'T KNOW WHY SHE DID THAT!

PS no. 7: Man U got into the next round of the FA Cup. And how did they manage to do that? Cristiano "the diver" Ronaldo received a penalty (sian liao!) and scored 6 yards away from the goal-post. *Yawnz* So what else is new? He should've been the one who received a punch from a Tottenham fan rather than Frank lampard. That'll be a very good finale.

PS no. 8: Will you quit bugging me?! I hereby state truthfully that I'm clueless as to why I received presents when it's not even my birthday!!

PS no. 9: I got no time to read my new book leh!

The last PS of the day: Ok, fine! Who's the "SHE" in topic? Who's the generous soul that you're considering befriending so you can get freebies as well? I can't tell leh... but ello, we're both full-fledged females lah, what's wrong with you?! Thinking crooked eh?

*cheesed off*


Shadow stepped, body touched, soul crashed at 11:53 pm.
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Monday, March 19, 2007

Just my luck! Just my fucking luck!

A Manchester United fan just had to move in with us. Whoopi! Let's all jump for joy and celebrate how Liverpool lost to the Red Devils weeks back by a single goal during injury time. Let's pop the champagne and slurp up fresh oysters too yeah? Then we'll all die of high cholesterol!

So my team didn't perform well against Aston Villa tonight. I was bummed at how they just simply passed the ball around the pitch with no attempts to score but you didn't have to add salt to my wound by saying that "they play just like the S-League". And you (the person I despise the most currently) needn't pour acid on my already salted wound by going on and on about how Liverpool's not playing well, they can't play, their performance cannot make it, they're not as good as Man U and they cause you to lose money.

Stupid asshole.

You lose money, their problem ah? Since when was it their job to help you become an overnight millionaire? And if they were able to make people rich by playing games, why should they help you get rich? I SHOULD BE THE ONE THEY HELP RIGHT?! I'm their loyal fan ok... you're a bloody Man U supporter and a sucker for Cristiano Ronaldo goals.

Macam you know so well about football. You're redundant lah! You watch Liverpool thrash Monaco in the Champions League qualifying rounds and you say, "Wah, Liverpool now very good ah? Gerrard is super... see the way they play... damn good." They drew with Aston Villa and you go, "Liverpool cannot lah... they cannot play lah..."

Fuck you!

They win a game and they're good. They lose/draw (aka make you lose $$) and they are pussies? So, Barcelona got kicked out of the Champions League by Liverpool. I assume Barcelona is "no good" anymore? Hello, no matter how good a team is, there will be games whereby they don't perform well what! The players are all human beings, not immortals; don't expect them to keep winning all the time.

MY CUSHION PILLOWS HAVE BEEN CONTAMINATED BY YOU!

FIRST YOU CHOSE TO ATTACK THE ONE WITH THE DONKEY.

AND THEN YOU ATTACKED THE ONE WITH THE PRINCESS.

ONE HOUR AGO, YOU MURDERED THE ONE WITH THE CAT!!!!!!!

How many more do you plan to smear your perspiration and body odour on?! NABEH!!!!!!!! Automatic abit can or not?! Stay people's house and rub my pillows against your partially rotten arse...

RRROOOAAARR!!!!!!!!!!!

I tell you now, Cristiano Ronaldo is NOT a professional footballer. He's a professional diver. And his favourite spot for diving? The Penalty box; which is why Man U has been winning. Cristiano Ronaldo is NOT the best midfielder in the world. Steven Gerrard is (considering Zidane has retired). Cristiano Ronaldo is NOT the youngest, most valuable player. Theo Walcott is; and if you think I'm being biased towards Liverpool, fyi, Walcott is an Arsenal player. What biased? WHAT BIASED?!

Don't talk to me about that fucking Portugese penalty box diver as though he's some sort of deity worth of my praise. I don't fancy dirty tricks on the pitch! And I don't like watching guys run like as though they're skipping with an invisible skipping rope. And for the record, HE'S NOT HANDSOME!

You want handsome? Try going to Google and look for Kaka! Now that's a hot, young, professional, valuable footballer. He doesn't excel in diving and he doesn't rely on penalties to win. Oh yeah, and my first ever footballer crush, Michael Owen, is also a thousand times sexier looking.

I have to say it again cos it just gives me joy; CRISTIANO RONALDO SUCKS!

I need to bring my cushion pillows to a nearby hospital and have 'em autoclaved until they're sterile and clean for me to use again! Cheebye McNugget! Lanjiao fishdippers!

I pray with all my might that my parents appeal for a 1-room flat gets approved so YOU CAN MOVE OUT and STAY OUTTA MY SIGHT! Go get your own pillows! Idiot!


Shadow stepped, body touched, soul crashed at 12:49 am.
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Saturday, March 17, 2007

Not a good day to buy books

I thought today was gonna be just fine and dandy; firstly because I didn't wake up with my natural curls shooting out in nineteen different directions, I received all the photos from Naddy, dad took us out for lunch and he gave me some cash to get a few more novels to add to my already busting collection.

I was rejoicing in the car. Cos most of the time when I ask him if I could get a new book, he'd go, "Zhen tian mai shu... shu, shu, shu. Nan guai wo du qiu mei chi shu qian!"

Translated: Always buy book (shu)... book, book, book. No wonder everytime I bet on soccer I lose (shu) money!

So after he alighted me at the shops near our place, I was brisk walking to the bookstore. I especially love this bookstore because it's shelves are clean and well-dusted, and it is air-conditioned! So I can take my time to flip through the pages, read the epilogues or synopsis and stare hard at the washboard abs of the guys on the front cover of those romance novels. =P

It took me forever to get to the bookstore and once I got there, IT WAS CLOSED! I looked at the piece of paper pasted at the side wall and realised that the stall closed at 3pm on Saturdays. I glanced at my watch; it was 4pm. Dammit!

So I decided to go to the ol' bookshop I used to go to when I was living in AMK. I mean, I bought most of my novels from there but their books are really worned out, there are cobwebs at the corners of their shelves and the biggest flaw of all? It is located right smack next to the wet market! Yeah, ew. Imagine having to look around the already unpleasant shop and having to take in the "fragrance" of fresh pig's blood and rotting fish.

Then I realised that I left my wallet at home (EZ-link in in wallet), so I had to walk all the way back, grab my wallet and came out of the lift only to see the bus go off. Great!

The next bus came about 5 minutes later, so no biggie about having to wait for my transport in the sweltering Singapore heat. I reached the stall in AMK Central and guess what?! They were in the midst of renovation so most of their books weren't around. I browsed around for more than an hour but couldn't find any of the latest books written by my favourite authors. No Sandra Brown, no Connie Mason, no Sharon Sala (Dinah McCall), no Rachel Gibson. Can the day get any worse than it already is?!

I then decided to be brave and pick a book by an unknown (to me) writter by the name of Julie Ortolon. It takes great courage to read something written by someone you've never heard of alright! I've done it on two occasions before and the books by these two authors turned out to be major disappointments. My apologies to Hailey North and Millie Criswell, but I just don't fancy their style of writing. It's just not in-depth enough... no kick in reading it lah.

Back to where I left off, uhm, I looked at the price-tag on the first page of the book and it stated $8. Pretty ok for a second-hand book. I took it to the front counter, and I think the stall owner recognised me as the bespectacled little girl that came down very often in 2002-2003. He looked at the tag and then he said, "I sell it to you for $5 ok?"

GAHAHAHAHA!

$5?! I still can't get over it man! This has got to be the cheapest avon romance novel ever! And Miss Ortolon is proving to be a relatively good investment... her storyline line is real intriguing! Imma dig deeper into it tomorrow. Hehe!

After I paid for my new love, I recalled that there's another bookshop at Jubilee and since I had spare cash on me... haha... WHY NOT?! I once saw a whole shelf of Dinah McCall books there and so I headed towards Jubilee.

And you know what this time? The shop closed down! Bummed! I've only got one book to last me for the holidays... I gave up reading "Memoirs of a geisha". Boring book! The Black Knight was ok, not as good as The Pirate Prince or Gypsy Lover.

Bad day to go shopping for books. Bad, bad day despite the discount I received.

Anyway, here's a picture taken of us during one of our evening shifts



Tsktsktsk, Rashid and his best imitation of Count Dracula






Shadow stepped, body touched, soul crashed at 11:42 pm.
2 shafts of moonlight



Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Attachment so far..

To be honest, it's been great! Except for a couple of moronic nurses whom I can't stand. Yes, people have bad days, moodswings, PMS, arguments with spouses... whatever! If I was able to take the argument that I had with my dad off my head, I don't see why they can't do the same; considering they've been working longer than I have. Bitches!

One of them, whom I had a very good impression of initially because she assisted me while I was NGT-feeding a patient, even had the nerve to tell Nad and I that we'd regret joining Nursing because the workload at the hospital can kill any living being!

WTF!!

The reason why the workload of nurses is increasing is because people like you are working for the sake of working/completing your bond/earning money. You're not doing it because it's your passion or because you wanna make this world a better place to live in. So if your reason of working in the ward is as of above, that's YOUR problem... don't try and influence us, nursing students, in such a negative way.

Quoting from Andy, "we won't regret choosing this profession. we'll only regret having to work with people like you".

This week has been a real eye-opener for some of us. I removed stitches under the supervision of Mrs Chia (Nad had to hold the torch!! Haha!), did a couple of nasogastric-tube feeding and today, I did my very first LAST OFFICE; cleaning the body of a deceased patient and wrapping it up. Hohoho! I bet there's plenty more where that came from.

A really enriching experience, I must say. Attachments aren't as stressful as Gabriel once told me. I find it really enjoyable... IF I'm placed in a room with the right partner and the non-hypocritical, bitchy nurses.

Oh, and before I forget, I gotta talk about this morning's resuscitation process. Andy, Wei Hsin, Nad, Hoi Yan and I were watching as the nurses and doctors tried to revive the patient. Andy and Wei Hsin were busy helping the nurses hold plastic bags for wastes and opening up the equipments for them. Nad, Hoi Yan and I were running around the ward like freaks, stocking up on the suction tubes, suction bottles, water, gloves, aprons etc.

The patient passed on despite all that the nurses and doctors did. So since this was a renal patient and the 5 of us were assigned to the renal rooms, obviously we wanted to do the last office for this patient.

But as I was wiping the suction bottles after the entire procedure, one of our classmates from the rehabilitation side came up to me and asked me if I was doing resuscitation. Stupid question; if I was gonna help out in reviving the patient, do you think I would take my own sweet time and wipe the visibly dirty equipment? And resuscitation is Year 3's work... you think Mrs Chia will let me do? I bet the patient will die even faster!

After asking me that redundant question, she very shamelessly went up to Mrs Chia and ask if she and another girl (also from rehab side) could do the last office.

Cheebye or not?! Damn fucking thick-skin right? Those two asses totally never give the 5 of us face sia. I mean, fine, you're not local and you wanna learn as much as possible in Singapore but we, local students, wanna learn too! We may not be on scholarship but that doesn't mean we have to keep giving way to you. Afterall, the patient that passed away was in the renal side and some of us have yet to do last office, so what makes you think that we're gonna let you perform this procedure on our patient?

The fact that the both of you went sucking up to Mrs Chia is already a big enough insult. You both have absolutely no respect for any of us locals. If you wanna do the last office for our patient, the least you could do was to approach one of us and ask if we wanted to attempt it first. HE IS OUR PATIENT! But no, you decided to ask directly from Mrs Chia before any of us could, thinking she'd let you do it. Hello, where were you when resuscitation was going on? If you were so keen on learning, WHERE WERE YOU WHEN THE PATIENT'S PULSE STOPPED?

You'd better get rid of the mindset that you're better than us. True, you're alot better than us when it comes to exams. But how about presentations and clinical attachments? HA! We can beat you at these two, hands down! Quit being so disrespectful towards us, we thank you for being such an ass but we don't need more asses in our lives than there already is.

******

I know you guys will probably go, "Not again" after reading this paragraph, but I HAVE TO GET IT OFF MY CHEST!

I HAD ANOTHER DREAM OF HIM!!!!!!

This is psycho man! But looking on the bright side of things, at least this time he wasn't my cousin and I wasn't some incestuous git.

The setting was at some mall where the kids of our school were frequent shoppers. We had just gone separate ways (aka broke up, not walk separate ways in the mall), so I was just doing some window shopping alone and everyone whom I knew that walked passed me kept telling me where he was and who he was hanging out with. But I didn't go look for him lah, duh!

Then suddenly, outside one of the shops, I saw him monkeying around with his usual bunch of friends. I did the most loserish thing I could ever do; I ran and hid in the toilet. -_-"

At the sink area, I met Zulaikah (the student nurse from W58, what was she doing there? I dunno!) and she said something like, "Eh! Sean's outside leh! Go and talk to him lah!". Obviously, I said no and some sorta little squabble over me being a coward emerged and that girl just snatched my handphone, ran outside and passed it to him!!!!



!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



I assume that in that dream, I remained in the ladies for more than an hour because by the time I came out, the shops were closing and kids were running down the escalators to go home. I headed for the bus interchange WITHOUT MY HANDPHONE and I was wondering how I was ever gonna get it back when I walked passed his clique. I was about to sprint off when... TOO LATE! He spotted me and can wave at me summore.

That was the first time I saw him in bermudas, believe it or not. I have never seen him wear anything else, other than denim jeans, in reality.

What happened next is a real blur though. Hehehe! I only know that he passed me back my handphone in the end.

The 3rd dream. Haiz... as much as I hate it when he comes to my mind, I find it amusing how these dreams are so... what's the word... interesting? I thought I was the chameleon who's constantly changing but these dreams proved me wrong! He's the character who has had more drastic and dramatic changes.

That's all for now, folks. I've got some things to complete before my next shift begins. Ciao!


Shadow stepped, body touched, soul crashed at 5:36 pm.
2 shafts of moonlight



Sunday, March 11, 2007

Clowns are FUNNY!!

Don't you agree with me on that? They do the craziest things and make others laugh till the jellies from their eyeballs turn dry and their abdomens contract so much, their guts get pushed out through their nostrils. THANKFULLY, I have yet to experience that because I have never met a real clown; until yesterday when I tagged along with Clarence (Clara & Terence. why I chose to merge their names? the full story later!) to Pasir Ris Library for their show.

Well, you see, their show is actually for little kiddies aged between 6-12 (correct not?) and ya'll know how much children enjoy laughing at the stupidity of clowns eh? So not only was this clown late by 15 minutes, she chose to make her presence known with pants that were UNZIPPED. Oh yeah, I was the camera-woman for the day and I quietly zoomed in on her crotch while she was reading from her script.

Gag!!!


Reporting to the agreed venue late and coming in all shabbily dressed? Totally irresponsible and unprofessional. What's up with making your zip point out horizontally man? Girls with with boobs up there and a rod down there is just not right. Not to mention, the little girls who were present for the skit could get the wrong idea about puberty! Just try and visualise Carmen Electra in her Baywatch swimsuit and there's something sticking out from both her upper and lower body.......


The poor kids who had to endure with her wardrobe malfunction



Wait a minute; something about this picture tells me that the kids knew a "boob-penis combo" wasn't right. They seem to be pointing at Miss Clown to tell her something..... but the 2 big children on the left seem to be captivated by her anatomically wrong body structure. Erm, guys, what colour panties was she wearing again??

Sigh, the poor dears...


Alright, alright... enough about the show and the failure clown. We shall now move on to the latest couple to be engaged with GUCCI RINGS!! Genuine one somemore... I'm so gonna rob them while their busy making out on their wedding night! Pui!

Behold, the classic, old-school engagement ring shot (and the birth of Clarence)

Their colour of their skin very matching right?! But it's the pair of rings that I'm interested in. Oh, and did I mention, Tiffany & Co. is so overrated. EVERYONE HAS ONE. Now, who can afford a pair of Gucci rings eh? Not many I suppose. *evil laughter* I'm so gonna get my hands on those rings... die do must get them!

And I dunno what's wrong with this couple. They're... they're just weird lah! Chinese New Year that time come my place and slow dance in front of the TV.


AND THAT GROOM-TO-BE IS JEALOUS OF ME!!! Why? Because he never see the bride-to-be cheerlead before. And he wasn't there when she went on stage to sumpah to be a good prefect and serve the school well (whether she kept to that oath is another story ah). Then also, he didn't get to witness how his future wife crawled in the baby pool while the other swimmers swam from one end to the other.

Nanny-nanny-poo-poo! I saw EVERYTHING!!!

His jealous grew so strong, he called off the hen-party!! And in the end, you know where Clara and I went to party??



This is the new building. Personally, I think it sucks... too colourful and ordinary looking. Where's the old building with pyramid roofs and the one-of-a-kind canteen? Stupid new building!

Then hor, then hor, then hor!!!! At their engagement party right, that dumb dumb groom purposely take blur shots of me and Licious!!! Kiam pah or not?!



MUCH BETTER!


He only decided to steady his hands when I placed a steak knife by his throat and threatened to make him run down Orchard Road in a bikini like how Fiona, Felicia and Jeanette did.

Okays, that's all for now, I guess. Gotta go prepare my speech for their wedding. I'M THE MASTER OF CEREMONY LEH!! And they are gonna pay me six-figure sum just for talking a whole lot of crap on stage. Woot! My pockets are gonna be fat, fat, fat!

Toodles!



Shadow stepped, body touched, soul crashed at 1:15 pm.
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Thursday, March 08, 2007

Sometimes, it just sucks.

I had a very,very, VERY bad argument with my dad on Tuesday night regarding certain financial issues. I know he's the sole breadwinner of the family and he has his financial constraints (bills, car maintenance, school fees, allowances etc.) but... aiyah, I didn't choose to pick up a fight with him because he didn't like the idea of me enrolling in music lessons lah! I'M NOT THAT MUCH OF A BRAT!! I was just agitated because thinking back, everytime I really want something, my dad would ask me to either do well in my final year exams or pass a maths test before getting it for me. But when it came to lil' sis, he'd get it for her; no strings attached.

Take for example when I was 12 and I had this psycho obssession with roller-blading. Vanessa lent me her old pair of skates because I didn't have one. Borrow people's thing for so long, surely pai seh one right? So I asked dad if he could just get me a cheap pair of skates (which costs only $28.90!!!) and I can return the current pair that I'm using to Vanessa.

He told me that such a cheap pair wouldn't last long, especially judging from the way I skate and how often I went to Pasir Ris park to roll (lol!) from one end of the park to the other. He made a deal with me that if I managed to score well for my PSLE and get into the Express stream, he'll get me any pair of my choice, irregardless of the price.

I didn't score straight As for my PSLE, duh! But I did well enough to get into the Express stream and he did stick to his word and bought me a pair of black roller-blades with glow-in-the-dark lime green wheels.

We brought it back home, sis saw my new toy, whined a wee bit and he bought her a budget pair a few days later.

TAK FAIR KAN!!!

What's up with this act of unfairness man?! I was the one who really loved roller-blading and I was the one who actually knew how to roller-blade. Her? She had no clue about balancing! I even had to teach her how to stand up on skates without stumbling and how to skate the proper way. Dunno how to skate then still wanna buy... siao ah?!!

I can't understand my father at times. I try not to make such a huge fuss out of things cause I don't wanna get accused of being unreasonable or spoilt or whatever shit... but it gets on my nerves when sis gets what she wants without having to work for it.

My current Mp3 player has lasted me for over a year now and it's still in perfect condition. Plus, I bought it with my own money after receiving my second pay-check (dad didn't wanna get me one because he said it would distract me from my studies. some excuse). Sister? She got her first Mp3 player at the age of 12, second one at the age of 13 and just recently, my mum bought her a new Creative one.

Woah.

Though I kept quiet, it doesn't mean I'm ok with it all... I'm not that noble. When I was her age, everything I used was dirt cheap; the jeans that I wore, the bags I used, the shoes on my feet and my mum only bought me a sports bra when our family went to Malaysia for a road-trip. My sis currently wears clothes from.. some shop which I've never heard of before (imagine that!), her shoes are from Converse and Giordano, she has a Crumpler bag (you know how much one costs?!) and her sports bra is from Pierre Cardin!!!!

Argh! I'm lazy to even think about the many acts of biasness against me. It's brain-draining, I tell you.


Shadow stepped, body touched, soul crashed at 11:00 pm.
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Monday, March 05, 2007

Here are a couple of overdued snapshots!


@ Tampines Polyclinic







Reunion Dinner; me and my 3rd nephew (this picture does injustice to BOTH of us)






Remy; cheeky monkey-boy



Before bio-lecture and a treat @ Swensens!



WHERE'S NADIRAH?!







At long last, I managed to upload these pictures without having to use my damaged camera (feel free to ask me how! hee~)


The CI in charge of me, Yvonne and Mary



CI Mei asked me to do the twist with her, so *twist*



Nadirah and my favourite CI!!! We miss you, CI Ramani!!!

(oh yah, before I forget, CI Ramani referred to me as "Melody" instead of Kimberly. -_-" Both names sound alike meh? I was whining to Nad and Andy about it and the two of them did nothing but giggled! Then CI Ramani added, "And the best part of it is, she actually acknowledged it when I called her by the wrong name.)





My knees ached like hell after the above picture was taken!

Beautiful Marissa & shagged me. Couldn't take a picture with my dearest Subaidah because she was sick. Bah!



EN Azrin, the guy that conveniently called me "Michelle". I still don't get it; does my name have any links to Michelle?? Eh? And is "Kim" that hard to remember? Melody and Michelle... Gosh!


EN Nizar with Andy, a piece of micropore tape and the card we made for him. The "Award Ceremony" was held in the preparation room and Nizar's speech started with the very overated, "I wanna dedicate this award to my mother, my father, the patients... err... MICROPORE TAPE..."



That's SN Peggy! She rocks big time!! If nurses around the world were like her, this place would be a much better place to live in. Peggy, wo ai ni!!!!


(in case you're wondering, I was having a fever on my last day and got sent home right? This picture was taken before CI Wong chased me off)

No pictures taken with CI Wong though... no chance to pose with her lah. But I still love her alot despite her being so strict with us =p



Shadow stepped, body touched, soul crashed at 12:05 am.
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Saturday, March 03, 2007

Look at this

Soccer is the world's most beautiful game, is it not? Every country has a portion of it's citizens involved in this sport; unlike netball (have you ever heard of German netballers? NO. Cause the women there do not play netball and I doubt the men would wanna play it as well).

But it's different when it comes to soccer. The 90 minutes whereby the players fight for the ball on the pitch is just...






MAGICAL


And look, women play soccer



Men play soccer


NO! I am NOT a fan of the England squad. I was rooting for Spain to win the cup but they just had to lose during the quarter-finals (and the day that they lost just happened to be my birthday. WHAT A DAY! Whee~) <-- Duh, I am being very, very sarcastic.

As I was saying, the beautiful game has been a huge part of my life. I've a collection of stickers, jerseys, posters, magazines and newspaper cuttings.

Why do I love soccer so much?

I guess it's because I've always thought it was thanks to soccer that my dad and I were able to spend time with each other. Every weekend, we'd be sitting in front of the telly and have our eyes glued to the screen for more than two hours. We would then share our opinions about which team is gonna win, which of the players are gonna screw up and during half-time/waiting for the next match to begin, my dad would ask me about my school/social life and give me advice on how to handle problems which I face at school or at work.

My mum and sis aren't really that into soccer (or the cute Liverpool players), so I can say for sure that watching soccer really does draw me closer to my father. It's something special, something that's shared between him and I.

Thank you, Fifa!

But now, thanks to someone, I really want my dad to get rid of SCV (or at the very least, terminate the sports channels). Fuck it, I may miss some of the most thrilling matches, I might never see Steven Gerrard lift another trophy and I might never experience the thrills during the Champions league finals ever again BUT I DON'T CARE! If doing this can prevent the person in topic from betting his life savings on dumb matches, so be it!

He had more than 10k in his account initially. Did he choose to spend it wisely? Not a chance. I bet the thought of planning his financial resources never even crossed his gambling-obssessed mind. He's been spending his cash so freely, he's only left with approxiamtely 2k. HA! That's more than $8000 worth of bets gone down the drain.

Everybody, listen and listen good; NOBODY GETS RICH THROUGH GAMBLING. Did Bill Gates become who he is today by betting non-stop on soccer matches? Obviously not! He worked for his success, he earned his money through hard work!! Don't ever expect to be an overnight millionaire... not everyone's that lucky. Heck, if this person's predictions of who would win each match were reliable/accurate, why aren't his monetary assets growing?!

Mum had a very serious face-off with him because of his gambling habits. He's not exactly rich and yet he doesn't seem to be able to come to his senses despite losing time and time again. So his relationship with my mother is tarnished. Gone. Over. Now, he's pissing me off.

How many times do I have to mention that when I watch a game (even if it's not a Liverpool game), I wanna watch it in PEACE. Meaning no redundant, senseless, baseless and unnecessary comments! You wanna talk, fine, I'm not stopping you. But please, for the sake of me being able to maintain my sanity, make a comment only when there's a need to. I know what off-side is, how know why penalties are awarded, I know 2 yellow cards = 1 red card, I know Manchester United wears red... I DON'T NEED YOU TO TELL ME!

Irritating bugger.

I can see my family withdrawing from you. I can visualise it all and trust me, my dear relative, the day will come when I lose my respect for you totally and shut you out of my life. You wanna ruin your life and squander your money, you go do it all at your own risk. Don't you dare get my family involved... and don't you dare come to us begging for spare cash so you can resume your gambling habits. Not a single cent earned by my parents is going into your pocket; not when I'm around.

You tarnished your relationship with my mother. This time, I'm just a few steps away from severing ties with you. And not forgetting, you make soccer the factor of why people get addicted to betting and why families fall apart. What adjective can be used to describe you? Erm, despicable? Low-life? Brainless? Self-centred? Stupid? Naive? You do the picking.

STOP ruining my life. STOP watching soccer on my TV while sitting on my couch (you're not fit to be a fan of the beautiful game). STOP having day-dreams that you'll strike it rich one day just by betting. STOP being so annoying... ok? JUST STOP!!!!



Shadow stepped, body touched, soul crashed at 10:18 pm.
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Thursday, March 01, 2007

Having one is scary. Having two is ... (edited)

I don't understand why, among all things, I have to dream about him again! No, this time he wasn't a student nurse who's in the same cohort as me; it's ALOT WORSE!

I frickin' dreamt that he was my cousin!!

Trust me guys, the most sickening part of the dream has yet to be told. He's supposed to be my cousin right? And guess what? I bloody had an intimate relationship going on with him (ya'll can be of great help by adding puking sound effects now).

He was a member of some dance club (just like Brian-my cousin) and he coaxed me to sign up and audition for his dance club (like how Brian asked me to join FB in Sem 1). So I assume, in this dream of mine, he's supposed to be Brian. HAHAHAHA!

Lemme clear up something first; my cousin, unlike him, is not a player. I highly doubt Bri would flirt up with a girl, get all comfy with her and then just ditch her aside. Nah, he's too much of a gentleman to do such a despicable thing. Besides, I trust him to be someone who takes relationships seriously and is not one of those bastards who pick out any random girl to please himself.


ANYWAY.....!!!!!!!!!!

Imagine me getting all lovey-dovey with Brian






Eeeeeewwwwww....!!!!!!


I don't mean it in a bad way, but c'mon lah... we're related! The thought of it is just gross! Much more gross than visualising your own parents having sex (I shudder at that sinful thought). OMG!! Hardcore incest man... I'M SERIOUSLY TURNED-OFF. But hey, it's not as bad as what happened in "The curse of the golden flower". The Empress had an affair with her step-son (the first Prince) and the first prince, unknowingly, had a very steamy affair with his own lil' sis.

*eurk* ohmygod!

I shall be honest, yeah? I do still think about him from time to time. So why can't I dream about him walking up to me with that to-die-for smile, which reveals his adorable dimples, and then ask me out for a day at the beach or something? If that's too much to ask for, I'll gladly settle for him just sitting beside me on a bench in Lincoln Park during the winter sharing a cup of warm cocoa and marshmellows.

Why can't I have normal, PG dreams?!


Shadow stepped, body touched, soul crashed at 11:39 pm.
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