yippeeee!

i had to go to the tailor's for measurements yesterday to make my cheongsum for an upcoming event that i have to work for. COOL EH? wonder if we'll be able to keep the cheongsum or not. hahaha. anyway it's for the NKF gala dinner i think. shit, now have to diet.

went out with ivan and jason for lunch after that. thank goodness i drove, and didn't choose to sit in ivan's car. jason feared for his life. ivan, stop drinking and driving ok. it's not good for your health, and not to mention the safety of your passengers.

we went to heeren, and there were these people promoting the heer card. as i was just minding my own business and reading the brochure, this promoter came up to me and said "hi, you look like you have some questions to ask me."

.
..
...

HUH?

like what the fuck? if i have any questions i'll ask you lor. don't need you to come and approach me, thank you.

me (annoyed look): "uh, NO i do not have any questions to ask."
him (tries harder): "well ok, if you need to ask anything, i'll just be around here. it's quite easy to spot me, i'm the tallest, darkest, and of course most handsome of the lot. you can find me quite easily if you need me."
me (keeps my eyes on the brochure and rolls my eyes in disgust): "sure."

LOSER!

i mean, who actually does that? that's like super thick-skinned, and so himbotic (opp of bimbotic). i will definitely not sign up for the card. i am totally disgusted.

~*~

joined this contest called ms pines contest. it was of course, a contest for the pines country club in stevens road. there'll be a monthly winner, and the grand winner would be crowned in the grand finals in december. how dumb. oh, never mind about it being dumb. it was fun..........


A snapshot, that's why someone else was grabbing my bouquet!

cos i won the june 2004 title last night. muahaha. ;)

was an unexpected win though. the question was kind of typical. "list 3 qualities a woman should have and why." being the act-bimbo me, i answered that firstly the woman must be beautiful inside and outside. secondly, the woman must know how to cook her way to her man's stomach. thirdly, she must be able to make her man happy.

SIA LAH WHAT ARE YOU GUYS THINKING?!?

what i meant was (pun was actually intended) that she must be able to have a good sense of humour. ;) kekeke.

the prize was a sash (now i've got 2 in my collection at home!), a bouquet of 18 roses (which i gave to the shai, the indian-eurasian girl in the pic), a 40% discount voucher for treatments at their spa, and a dove hamper. hahaha.

anyone wants dove products? i sell to you half price! HAHAHAHAHAHA. oh, got lux super rich inside the hamper too. HAHAHAHAHAHA. *evil grin*

~*~

met clarice for coffee last night. talked to her about my problems. there are lots of things that i want to say, but under certain circumstances, i'm forced to bottle it inside me. how i dread this feeling! thank goodness for my darling gf clarice, if not i wouldn't know what to do. LOVE YA LOADS DEARIE!!!

kenneth was supposed to come along, but i shoo-ed him away. haha. how evil. :P girl talk lah, men aren't allowed to come.

we went down to wala wala cafe in holland v. (loads of eye candy there!!!!! don't you just love the NUS-types? think i'll hang out there more often to get to know more intellectual people. maybe i'll be able to hook up with an NUS smart ass? haha.) wanted to listen to the live band, but by the time we arrived, it was packed full to the brim. there was a very small standing space, which clarice didn't want to squeeze into. so, we made our way downstairs to the bar instead.

don't you just LOVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEEE live bands? it was a local chinese guy singing, by the way. haha. makes me melt like fondue!

while we were sitting down, this group of ang mos came up to us.
old man: "hey ladies, stop chatting on your phones with your boyfriends and come to town with us!"
*clarice still busy on the phone*
me: "maybe next time."
old man: "can lah, come to town with us lah."
*clarice gives a puzzled look while still on the phone*
me: "we're doing fine here, thanks."
*old man decides to give up*

haha. so old lah you. enough to be my grandfather! geez. but the way he spoke in singlish was funny. haha. laughed a lil while there. oh wait. can someone tell me what does "come to town with us" mean? hmm. something to ponder about there.

we chatted for a long while. glad i sorted out things. i made a silent decision. i've kept quiet about some stuff, tried to avoid them, but i keep getting forced to a corner. my girlfriends give me advice, but ultimately, it's myself who makes the decisions. their thoughts upon my problems give me more insight into them.

i don't deny that what they say, does have a slight impact on the decision that i'm about to make. they see it from an outsider's perspective. i hate making decisions, so they help me to affirm my decision.

what i have decided, i have put plenty of thought into it. i considered the feelings of the people around them and myself. that's how i came to the conclusion. how you behave right now is also being judged by me. i know i have no right to judge people, but when it comes to making decisions concerning myself, i have to think what is best for me.

sometimes things don't always turn out the way we want it to be. i hate having to cry when making decisions. i'm a strong girl on the outside, but inside i'm as fragile as an infant, waiting to be cradled, nutured and spoon-fed.

i don't want to risk making the wrong decisions again. i chose to avoid. but there comes a time when i can avoid no longer. all your actions, mannerisms, interests are all on a compatibility scoreboard in my heart.

i like bad boy types, but that doesn't mean that i'll choose them ultimately. i have to think of my own future too. i would want someone who can provide for me in the future. i don't want to walk in the shadow of my mum. she made a wrong choice by marrying someone of lower qualification than her, someone who isn't a good father, someone who isn't rich nor thrifty, someone who has a bad temper...

(daddy, i still love you just as much okay!)

but anyway, i don't want my future to turn out to be having myself to support the whole family. which is why i think that i will not get married. burdens! problems! argh.

xuelin told me to choose you-know-who. but there are certain factors to consider. i am NOT materialistic. i'm just being practical. i don't wanna see other people sad, after i have made my choice. hmm, i think these are good-enough reasons for my choice.

i will become a nun.

who's this?

for those who didn't manage to get their hands on a copy of The New Paper yesterday, here's a photo taken by james' camera. (speaking of which, anyone wants to buy his canon powershot a70 for $450? it's fairly new, except for a small scratch.)


Beauty Galore


Me Explaining Things To An Old Man

My KL Trip

See, when i blog, i do big ones. Hahaha. Photo feast everyone... Enjoy!

As the budget carrier is free-seating, there were these 4 people who were oblivious to everyone's stares, and happily cut our queue. How ugly a sight! Let's curse them till they die on the next plane. Muahaha.


3/4 Of The Most Irritating Quartet On The Plane

transport was quite expensive as we had to shuttle between the circuit<>KLIA<>city<>hotel. we took train down to the hotel anyway.


In The KLIAEkspres Train to the City

first day at the circuit was kind of boring. not much people there. and since it was the trials, it wasn't that exciting. nonetheless, we took a picture for remembrance. haha.


I Am Getting Fatter...

steve actually walked through this lane himself while searching for our hotel. (he came by coach cos of the air ticket problem) he got a shock of his life when all the women started approaching him in broad daylight. haha.


One Of The Backlanes Opposite Our Hotel Which Houses The Supposed Red Light District

came across this machine which dispenses water on the streets of KL. kind of funny to see such things around. guess their tap water isn't suitable for drinking lah.


Water Dispenser!?!

i only like it cos it's purple! i'm sexually deprived. this is bad. *just kidding*


Purple Fetish!

i love wrxs! it's such a sexy car, i'll die for it. really. i'll make love to it all night long. oh wait, how does anyone make love TO a car? hmm. now since that ain't possible, we'll just have to sit around and wait for it to pick me up. ;) anyone knows of any eligible bachelors who drives a wrx sti? *big grin*


WRX WRX WRX!

meddled with the functions of james' camera. kind of cool huh!


Tested Out The Shutter Speed Functions

well, that's all folks for the picture feast. stay tuned to the next round. :)

moi~!

Female Magazine, July 2004 issue, Centrepoint Shopping Supplementary Booklet, Page 24

this is me. hee hee. can't recognise me right? i'd like to grace a cover the next time round, thank you. :P

it's not too late to get your hands on a copy of the july issue of female magazine okay! page 24 of the supplementary booklet please. :) (i'm getting too much in love with myself. this is bad.)

*URGENT* BIG NEWS! *URGENT*

if you're reading this now, please go and get your hands on a copy of today's copy of The New Paper. turn to page 4. do you see it?

let me repeat myself again, today's (thursday, 24 june 1004) copy of The New Paper. page 4.

just flip to the bloody page 4 will you, damn it?


that's me!

http://newpaper.asia1.com.sg/top/story/0,4136,66008,00.html is the link if you want. think they'll archive the article after 7 days. so quick take a look at it if you want to.

go buy now! READ ALL ABOUT IT before the rest does!!!

gonna blog about it later. late for meeting ivan! ciao~

don't call me bunny girl

hey guys, i'm back in singapore once again. DID YOU ALL MISS ME? ;)

sorry i can't blog right now... will promise to blog once everything is settled ya? but before i say anything further,

my pic is in the july 2004 issue of female magazine's centrepoint advertisement supplementary book!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

so if you're my friend, take out that $6 of yours, buy yourself a july 2004 issue of female magazine, grab out that extra booklet that comes along with it, turn to page 24, and you'll see my pic!

okok, i'll sign it for you if you'll politely ask alright!

anyway i got a pleasant surprise when i saw the pics. my friend ece was also featured in the advert. and she's below my face. haha. how coincidental right? :)

ok, it's getting late now, and i've got work at a casino exhibition tomorrow at swisotel the stamford. haha. a fucking casino exhibition in singapore, can you believe that?! it's sleeping time for me! see ya guys around soon!

did i hear more?

More invitations?

Yes!!! I've got 4 more invites! Anyone wants? Email your applications to me. :)

what kind of kiss am i?

You have an entrancing kiss~ the kind that leaves
your partner bedazzled and maybe even feeling
he/she is dreaming. Quite effective; the kiss
that never lessens and always blows your
partner away like the first time.

somebody saveeeee me

i wonder how come my holidays all screw up on me. i should have known. there was inadequate planning. too late for regrets now.

my air ticket is screwed up the last minute.
the hotel which we wanted to stay at for the 2nd night is full.
there is no return coach in the company that we want to book from.

WHAT THE FUCK?

somebody tell me what to do.

nan ren bu huai, nu ren bu ai

just came back from reading jean's blog. hah! i have only to say this:

JEAN WU XINNI, YOU LUCKY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

can u believe this - her boyfriend conspired with her parents to plan a surprise party for her last night! like hello, everyone is so envious of you right now!!! i have to say this again, jean wu xinni, you're a lucky shit, man!!!!!

now. i was just wondering...

doesn't this only happen in fairy tales?
doesn't this only happen when you're some royalty?
doesn't this only happen on the day that the guy proposes to you?

but. i continued to wonder...

WHY DOESN'T IT HAPPEN TO MEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeee??????????????????

argh. life is just so unfair. what is wrong with all the other men in singapore? nobody's romantic anymore? okay, maybe it's my taste for men. see, it all boils down to my tastebuds again.

what the fucking shit is wrong with me? why am i dwelling in self-pity yet again? ok, i shall not dwell any longer. i shall go out now, in search of my prince charming...

selection criteria:

1. tall - giant?
2. dark - bangladashi?
3. handsome - himbo?
4. muscular - arnold schwarzenegger?
5. drives a white mercedes - taxi?

stop. let's alter the last one abit.

5. drives a flaming red lamborghini - is it one-for-one from 11pm-12am?
6. has his own castle in uk - haunted house?
7. rich - prints conterfeit notes?
8. smart - scheming?

ok. i think that's enough. :)

but then again, i wouldn't like people like that. i'm different, you see. i like men who are not nice. yes, that makes xuelin and clarice both quite puzzled as to what kind of guy i actually like.

i'm an ambivalent bitch. yes. that's who i am.

misunderstood again.

i haven't been blogging much. been busy. i was handed over the position of president of the community service club in my school. never knew it was so tough being president. it's no glamourous job struting round school with a name card that reads "<my name>, president, community service club". (ok, the name card's still in printing, but what the heck.)

it's a job where you have to think fast and act fast. everyone's watching the way you work. whatever actions or decisions you make, you've gotta be responsible for them. people are gonna look up to me as a role model, and hopefully not down on me.

i've been thinking too much. been so stressed. club crawl. meetings. club matters. meetings. activity proposals. meetings. suddenly i'm slapped with so many responsibilities, that i don't know which to handle first.

FUCKING STRESSED! i hate deadlines.

stress keeps me on the move. i will try to attend more stress management workshops. -_-

~*~

i'm not neglecting my social life, don't worry about that. it's been very fulfiling indeed.

swimming, clubbing, ktv-ing, mahjong-ing, chill out-ing, and holiday planning make up most of my leisure time. yes, you read me right. i've been planning for holidays after holidays.

in fact, i'm going to KL this friday for the japan GT, and i only booked the air ticket today. "funny" right? what's more "funny" is that i haven't booked the coach ticket back! oh wait, and not forgetting the accomodation. hah. i was so caught up with working and having fun, that i didn't realise that everything has yet to be done. and now at the last minute, we're hitting the panic button. how "funny"!

the air tickets are almost fully booked, therefore they up-ed the price. so i refuse to sit the return flight to singapore. now we're thinking about sitting the double decker coach back. (although i'd very much love to take a plane back instead on the following morning, the other 2 peeps that i'll be going with, can't come back on monday. so yah...)

and just when i was about to confirm the accomodation booking, they said that they're out of rooms already, and asked me to take the more expensive one. argh. WHY WHY WHY? so now we've got to choose another hotel. argh. argh. argh. made me waste my money calling KL for nothing.

hello, IDD ain't cheap!?! [speaking of which, my hp bill last month came up to $286.29 because the FUCKING IDD CHARGES IN INDONESIA CAN KILL PEOPLE! in the breakdown, 9(nine) minutes of communicating with eddie on the phone set me back by $40 fucking singapore dollars!!!]

like WHAT DA FUCK?!?

back to topic, it's a love-hate feeling with planning for holidays.

think i love it. i've got the most expensive ticket to see the jap race queens. gonna pinch their ass when they go to the toilet. hahaha. I WAS JUST KIDDING. :P

~*~

ok lah, that's about it. feeling ambivalent now. sheesh. a leopard never changes its spots. ok, i'm balderdashing again.

something to set you pondering...

i enjoy going out with you.
i guess you enjoy my company too.

but i'm not ready to start a relationship with you. give me time can?

This Is Funny!

bastards they are.

alright, although i'm dead tired, i'll do a quickie. (eh. quick blog post lah, what are you thinking???)

was working just now. ok, i was working as a liquor promoter at a certain pub called bongo in orchard towers. hey, it isn't that bad. ain't that sleazy, you know. ok, that's a lie.

anyway, halfway through my countless rounds of walking through the two-storeyed pub, i chatted with one of the customers. i mean like, DUH we have to be friendly, or at least act. otherwise, how are we gonna sell anything like that? [ok, i admit, i didn't sell anything at all. but that's beside the point.]

he's nice. or so, it seemed. we chatted for a long while. and i really mean a long while, probably like for 1 whole hour i was standing there chatting with him. i didn't ask how old he was. he's probably like 34. wah. that's like 12 years older than i am! haha. ok, back to story.

we had things in common - travel, food, wine and dine. let's just say that we both appreciate the finer things in life. he has loads to share, because he's constantly on business trips overseas. talking to him made me feel so much like as if we've been friends for ages, and it was really comfortable talking to him.

well, he did try to make it seem like he was young at heart, and not squarish like the other 2 colleagues that he was with. they all say that accountants are boring people. [oh, did i forget to mention that he's an accountant who used to lecture in ngee ann poly? hah!] in fact, after talking for a while, he did admit that he's a divorcee. i didn't ask about the kids bit though. but anyway, that's out of the question for now.

he invited me for supper. like DUH i have to wake up at 9am to go for my 30hr famine camp later. tempting...

him: "how about supper later? we seem to have lots of things in common."
me: "i don't know. i think if i were to go, my girlfriend (points at carol, my colleague) would also like to come along..."
him: "oh, she could come along as well. it doesn't matter how much you both eat actually. just eat to your heart's content!"
me: "uh..."
him: "we could go ritz carlton for supper. their supper is great there."
me (shocked): "ritz carlton???"
him: "or if you don't like ritz carlton, we could do shangri-la too."
me: "but i'm not properly dressed to go there. i'm too casually dressed..."
him: "it doesn't matter... i could send you home after that too."

hahaha. sorry honey, the race queen drove today. ;)

me (trying hard to find an excuse): "no no, i could take a cab back."
him: "really, i won't eat you up. i'll send your friend back as well."
me: "erm.. no guarantees, i'll let you know later after i've asked her alright?"
him: "sure. i'll be here until you finish work at 1."

i walk around to carol's side. discussed with carol, then concluded that "don't let the men here think that other than liquor, money can also buy other things."

SHE'S GOT A POINT!

i went back to vincent's table. [alamak. sounds like i'm talking to my dad?!] broke to him the news that we couldn't have supper together. he had the dejected look on his face. oh, but what the heck, he's old enough to be my dad. ah, ok, uncle at least.

kept asking for my number. but i only gave him the agency's number. DUH we cannot give our own numbers lah, silly. was quite tempted to give though. we seemed to have so many things in common. wierd that i could connect with someone so much older than me. geez, i must really start reading up on political stuff! oh well, but my lifestyle knowledge is good enough anyway. i've been through alot, remember?

you know, i really didn't care about him driving the cefiro (like it's just a 2 litre family car, no big flashy deal about it.), nor about him being a senior manager of assurance & advisory business services in ernst & young, nor about the fact that he's a fucking rich divorced bachelor. it's about being able to talk on the same frequency with someone.

at last, i find someone whom i can have an intellectually stimulating conversation with! how refreshing for a change. :)

ok, i'm not saying that the people that i usually mix around with are shallow. i'm only saying that for once, someone (older) actually thinks that i'm talking sense. screw the micro mini skirt that i was wearing. that has no connection alright. i was wearing shorts underneath that, anyway.

so yeah, so much for older men and me. i should change my taste. people like mr abracadesai just don't interest me anymore. yes, i changed his name to abracadeSAI. sounds more shitty this way. heh.

well, james, i'm taking into consideration what you said the other day we went out. the "type" of men that i used to like, just doesn't work for me anymore. (which explains my countless failed relationships...) it's always this fucking case with relationships and me. i don't trust relationships, marriage, or love, anymore.

i said i won't get married. mark my words. i'm a player in this game of love. don't fall in love with me, it'll only bring regrets. i don't trust men anymore. liars.

1 down, 2 to go

okay, the number of invitations for gmail is down to 2 now. i've given the first invite to my prettiest and most lovable cousin. heehee. oh, she's single but not so available. so don't you try anything funny with her huh!

flood me with your emails. i'm not responding to icq msgs nor am i gonna care much about msn msgs either. ;)

140 km/h

A copy of the email i sent to my parents

*~*

I don't know what is it with BOTH of you. As parents, i think you should know better than to be biased. Yes, i think you BOTH are biased. Now, let me explain why.

When i was sec 5, i got my first mobile phone, only after me passing my N levels with flying colours. Adele got her first mobile at sec 4?! Worse still, Bryan got his first mobile at sec 2. WHAT IS THE WORLD COMING TO?!?!?!?!?!

So enough about mobile phones, that is passe. Now for the other issue.

I only started signing for the Isetan card after i got my own. Right. Now, as for your second daughter Adele, she happily took the card WITHOUT permission to sign it. Thereafter telling Mummy that she took it. AND I AM SO NOT SURPRISED....

Oh, do you wanna hear the bigger issue now?

I only drove out the darned car 9 months, may i repeat myself, NINE WHOLE !%?#@?^ MONTHS after i got my licence. Oh, not clear enough?

I DROVE OUT THE CAR ON MY OWN [[[ WITH PERMISSION ]]] NINE SCREWED UP MONTHS AFTER I OBTAINED MY LICENCE. (notice i stress the word WITH PERMISSION.)

And your dear precious daughter Adele drove out the car on her own the first day she got her licence. HA HA HA. Not the least bit funny. At least, not to me.

Now i beg you to P-L-E-A-S-E give me a reason, WHY IN THE WORLD SHOULD I NOT BE PISSED, ANGRY, FRUSTRATED WITH YOU BOTH AS PARENTS.

I had to go through tests, and i mean COUNTLESS tests by you BOTH, before being able to have the liberty to drive out on my own. Now your oh so beloved filial and precious daughter who has contributed greatly to the family's finances has driven the car out on her own. May i stress, that is even BEFORE anyone sits beside her to supervise her driving.

Someone with a one-day-old licence is driving the 7-month-old car out and NOBODY SCOLDS HER NOR DOES ANYTHING ABOUT IT!!!!! Am i getting angry for the smallest reason? I don't think so.

I type this email because just now when i wanted to go to work (i was damn late already), i had to search through the whole of the multi storey car park to find for the car. This is the second time i'm combing through all the levels of the car park just to find the darned car.

The first time i was lucky, i found the car at the roof top, when Mummy insisted that she parked it on the first floor. The second time i wasn't so lucky, because after spending 9 whole minutes walking each level of the car park THRICE, i still could not find the car, when i thought i saw the car keys hanging at the side of the door just 10 minutes before i left the house.

I had to call your beloved second daughter Adele back from Hougang to come back with the car, then fetch me to work. I WAS FREAKING LATE BY THE WAY. Never mind that when i reached my work place, i was told that she didn't reconfirm with me my schedule today, so i did not need to work.

This explains why i have the patience to sit down here at home, and type the email to both of you. That aside, your oh-so-precious and beloved daughter Adele dropped me at home just now, and decided to take the car to ERIC's place. Yes, you heard me correctly. She has driven the car to Eric's place, and is spending the night there. WITH THE DARNED #@%&$#% CAR.

So OUR FAMILY CAR is at Eric's place tonight.

Why isn't OUR FAMILY CAR at our place? Because she claims that she is going to fetch MaMa to Auntie Shendy's place tomorrow. Now since we're on the topic of the liberty to use the car, your beloved second daughter Adele has THE NERVE to use MaMa as an excuse to drive the car over to Eric's place for the night.

GIVE ME A GOOD REASON WHY I SHOULD NOT BE THE LEAST BIT INCLINED TO THINK THAT YOU BOTH ARE BEING BIASED.

Explain yourselves now. Oh by the way, Mummy, "talking" to her isn't a good way of reprimanding her.

Don't talk to me again if you can't find a good enough reason to defend yourselves.


Utterly disappointed,

Steph

*~*

FUCKING PISSED. anyway i hit 140 km/h just now because i was rushing to reach my work place. nice eh? heng didn't get caught by the traffic police. hehe. off to supper now. taataa!

gpgs

oh.. i forgot to blog about the after dessert event. hehe.

*~*

under the moonlight, we strolled along the pathway from max brenner's to the outdoor amphitheatre. i wasn't too keen on listening to the music at first. it was said to be a good mix of folk and jazz. i love jazz. really. i like the way it just gets you into this higher state of subconciously swaying of hips. but folk? nah, not my cuppa.

oh what the heck, we decided we needed to digest those 29012893572 calories we just put on after the chocolate fondue dessert we had.

we were late. the performance started at 8.45pm, and we had only finished our dessert at 9pm. as we drew closer to the amphitheatre, we could hear them playing. wow. the fusion mix was GREAT! no, actually, the way the music was mixed was damn fucking good!!

when we managed to grab a seat, they were playing some old chinese favourites. and can you believe this - this bunch of people were swaying from left to right to the beat of the music, something like what you might see in a F4 concert. it was so embarassing, i didn't know where to bury my face into. like HELLO what the fuck were these people doing? it's the esplanade, not the F4 concert!

now, question time... they played one of my favourite acoustic pieces. WHAT IS IT?

uh huh? aiyah give up lah, give up? hahaha. :P okok shan't keep you guys in suspense now. it's... jiu dian jia li fuo ni ya. oh right. don't understand mandarin? ok, how about california no hotel desu. don't understand japanese? okok, as you might have already guessed, it's hotel california by the eagles. :)

i know it's a satanic piece, but it really sounds lovely, you know. there's something about this piece and the esplanade. the last time i went to harry's bar with james, we heard the same song, only that it was played by this solo guy. it was damn fucking good too! aww man, just makes me wanna melt like the marshmallow that james tried to bbq over the tealight candle under the chocolate fondue dip. [did i mention that we had white, dark, and milk chocolate fondues??? wahahaha.]

well anyway, the 15-year-old cello guy did a great BLOWJOB. yeah it was fucking good. we all saw it. hey, what are you thinking? i meant the way he was playing his flute. yep, this fella could pluck the strings of the cello, and play the flute too. it was superb. if you heard it, you'd be so inclined to do a standing ovation!

singaporean musicians aren't that bad afterall eh? now you know where to head to when you've got nothing to do on a lonely night - FREE concerts by the river. cheers!

nothing much

let's do this in a reverse chronological manner.

i just came home. found out keng san was driving the car instead. saw siew's car go past me. waited at the valet for the jason's car to be driven out. left the place at 3am. that, i shan't mention here. was surprised to know certain things. chatted a lil while in the toilet. met karen in the toilet, and saw xueyan at the dance floor. in fact, the whole of zouk was packed full. phuture was damn packed today. met qingshun and the usual peeps there. went to zouk with ivan.

rushed home to change after sending james back. heavenly! had max brenner chocolate fondue for dessert. ate marche for dinner. it was nice!!! watched harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban! had a quick tea at delifrance before the show started. the two of the latest people in the world are once again, late.

uh nothing much to mention about. only that i think i'm getting fatter, and its getting more obvious. i'm not pregnant if you wanna know. hah. yeah, so that was basically it.

gmail anyone?

Gmail For You?

logged on to gmail this morning and i saw this link. haha. well, i've got 3 invitations for any of my friends to try out gmail now. i shall stress that it's really exclusive because the only people that have gmail that i know is james, xx & me! what's the big deal, you may ask. for a start, does 1GB (= 1000MB = 1000000kB = 1000000000B = 8000000000b) make alot of difference to the 8MB that yahoo is offerning? haha.

with so much of storage space, who cares about people sending you spam anyway? *smirks*

anyway, you'll have to beg me if you wanna be part of this exclusive gmail trial users group. do note that if you're an outsider from dunno which ulu part of the world, since it hasn't officially launched, you won't be able to sign up just yet. HAH! oh yeah, and you'll probably get the email login name that you choose. neat eh? ;)

so, BEG me now (with your reasons please). applications close as soon as i've decided on who's hot and who's not! ciao peeps, i'm late again.

fuck me not

was gonna sleep just now when delon called to ask if i was going china black or not. hmm. contemplate. hmm. maybe. hmm. (since delon said he'll pay for me...) aiyah, just go lah! so i went offline, got changed, then slowly got my butt down to china black.

arrived there glamourously at 1am, and since i drove there, i couldn't drink. so all night long i was standing around(60%), sitting down(30%) or dancing(10%). was good for me, nonetheless.

i had somewhat of a culture shock for 90% of that 10% time that i danced. delon's friend, sharon, was one hell of a "player" as what we all would call it. she said "hey lets go hunt for cute guys", so thinking that it was pure harmless fun, i blindly followed charmaine and her around in the dancefloor to find a suitable guy to hit on.

she zoomed in on her target, and off she went, arms around him and all. geez. wonder why they didn't grab her breasts. BUT ANYWAY... the guy's hands were all over her, and yet she didn't mind. no wait, make that EVERY GUYS' hands.

oh yeah, if that isn't bad enough, they then realised charmaine's and my existance, then started to try and be funny with us. i quickly backed off from the circle they created. oh yeah, they circled around us in a predator and prey-like kind of scenario. scary. they just wouldn't let us off.

hey, none of my girlfriends go around hugging any guy she sees. neither will i, albeit the most fucking words i can ramble out or the most screwable attitude i can give, throw myself at any guy anywhere. i am not cheap. in fact, all women shouldn't be. i don't wanna dispise her, but seriously sharon, you're not doing the rest of the females of the world any justice.

ahh, will blog more tomorrow if i've got the time. my eyes are closing on me. nitez peeps.

bullseye

hey guys look what i found:

myloving.com
astrology-online.com

tell me how true it is.

how true.

the princess and her prince

i've been using too many vulgarities these days.

fuck. knn. ccb. nnb. and the list goes on...

i should stop using these words, and be the gentle and dainty girl that everyone else outside portrays me to be.

i could act all shu-nu like, so that more good guys would fall for me. while i'm at it, i should also attempt to look damsel-in-distress like to catch a MCP (male chauvinistic pig)'s attention, so that he can be my knight-in-shining-armour hero who would rescue me from the clutches of evil. after that absolutely scary episode, i would have to be feeling very distressed. because my parents would be so afraid that anything would go wrong again, they have decided to lock me in the north-wing chamber until someone shouts under my tower "stephanie, stephanie, please let down your hair".

my hero would then dress up in an all white hugo boss tuxedo-bowtie-shirt-pants suit, then knock on the big wooden doors of my castle to ask the king and queen (my parents) for my hand in marriage. he would bring gold, silver and myrrh with him as the first-time-meeting presents for my other siblings. for my parents, he gives the mercedes SLK 230 kompressor to my mum so that she can go figure how the car (which obviously has a roof) converts into a roofless one. for my dad, knowing that he likes a car that gives him speed and status, opts to present him with a mercedes s600 bi-turbo instead. horses are so passe, you know.

oh wait. then WHAT ABOUT ME? hmm. the king and queen then gives the prince their blessings to go ahead.

in my tower, i hear a man shouting from below. i peep out of my window and look downwards. "stephanie, stephanie, please let down your hair" shouts mr suave. "but my hair's too short, i just got it cut and coloured by supercuts, remember? why don't you take the lift up instead?" i reply. so he did just that.

in the lift, there were a hundred buttons, each labeled from one to hundred. the silly prince, he didn't ask me which floor i was staying at! duh. so he decides to be clever and presses the highest floor, then working downwards from there.

100. not there.
99. not there.
98. not there.
82. still not there.
23. why still not there.
11. omg, are we there yet?
3. not there? ...

"this must be it, it must be the second floor" he told himself. he went back into the lift on the third floor, to take the lift down one level. he heaves a sigh of relief as he stood outside the chamber door. he knocks thrice on the door. someone opens the door, then says "oh, thank you for saving me, but the princess is in another tower. you have to take the other lift from the ground floor sir" the prince almost fainted. but he manages to compose himself to take the lift to the other tower.

in the lift, there were a hundred buttons, each labeled from one to hundred. the silly prince, he didn't ask the other princess, again, which floor i was staying at! duh. so he decides to be "clever" again and presses the highest floor, then working downwards from there.

100. not there.
99. not there.
95. not there.
76. still not there.
33. why still not there.
9. omg, are we there yet?
3. not there? ...

"alright, this must be it. i never learn my lesson, do i?" the prince grumbles. he walks into the lift once again, presses the button to the second floor, then the lift door closes. suddenly all around him was pitch darkness. ALAMAK. just as sudden as it became pitch dark, lights came back on again, with two other people in the same lift as him.

they stare at him, then whip out their swiss army knives, then say, "pass me all that you've got." the prince was stunned, but he proceeded to say "NO! you will not take anything away from me. what i have now, is my betrothal gift to princess stephanie. please do not take it away from me. i'll give you anything else, anything!" the two theives look at each other, as if they were discussing with their eyes, then said "we wanna screw your ass." the prince unwillingly obliges, and strips down his hugo boss pants. "ahh. ahhhh. ooo. yesss. yesssss."

after they were over and done with it, the lift door opened. he knocks on the door with his ass still hurting. the moment the door opens, he drops down on one knee, hands the bouquet of flowers to me and says "through dangers untold, and hardships unnumbered, i have fought my way through the castle to meet you, my princess. will you marry me?" i was dumbfounded. the prince reaches his hand into his pocket, and takes out a seemingly familiar blue coloured box.

i stare at the box with dreamy eyes as he opens the box to present it to me. the glistening diamond sparkles at me. "it's a 10 carat lucida diamond ring from tiffany & co!" i exclaim with delight. "oh, thank you prince... what's your name again?" i ask. "the name's charming, my lady, prince charming" he replies. so princess stephanie marries prince charming and they live happily ever after, thus saving the day. yay.

NOT. *snaps fingers* hello. wake up your fucking idea stephanie goh.

you are NOT a princess, and you do NOT live in a big big castle, built over a land area of 32-hectares, neither is there a north, south, east, west or main wing to your house. there is NO prince charming in a hugo boss suit, nor is there going to be such sweet endings since there is NO prince to rescue you.

you have to slog your way through life by means of your own intelligence and will. you are not going to be a tai-tai, neither is there going to be anyone who would give you a tiffany & co lucida ring for proposal's sake. oh, and you're late again after typing this super bor liao blog post.

have to go school now. :( ciao! hope you guys enjoyed reading as much as i enjoyed typing. hee hee. :) [hope i don't swear as much as i have been doing. haha!]

that poor child

just replied her.

Me @ 03/06/04 14:15 : He's an ambivalent person. The problem lies not with me, but him. Juz ur luck to get such a guy for a boyfriend. What goes on between you both, i don't care and don't wanna know anyway. If he doesn't wanna claim responsibility, then you can either bring the kid up yourself, or abort it. Stop sleeping with him my dear, it'll do you less hurt. Go talk to him about it. At this point in time, i don't think you'd want my help since you declined my invitation for coffee. Good luck, you'll need it.

Delia @ 03/06/04 14:17 : I'm not saying it's your business... I just hope that u could do me a kind favour by stop contacting him but obviously u can't help. Then nvm. Thanks!

?? HUH?

this girl is wierd. she's at war with herself and she doesn't know it. God help her!

insanity threatens the deluded soul

Delia @ 02/06/04 23:56 : Can i beg u not to contact andy again? You're always the cause of our quarrels. He lied to me a few times just to go out with u.

Me @ 03/06/04 01:30 : Juz wanna make it clear to u tt there's nothing btwn me n andy no matter wat u tink. We may be the bestest of friends, n i'm thankful tt he's there to listen to me when i've got problems. He treasures the relationship with u much enough to make things sound nicer to u by telling lil white lies. It's all cos he doesn't wan u to be angry when u hear tt he's been out with me or smth. It's tough for him. Maybe u should try seeing it from his point of view.

Delia @ 03/06/04 01:50 : You don't get it. He lied to me a few times oreadi. How would u feel if u r in my shoes?
Delia @ 03/06/04 02:15 : It's not about the relationship between u and him... It's about promises... He lied to me! U understand? U won't leave him alone, i will. Even if i'm pregnant now!

Me @ 03/06/04 02:25 : Then i think you should talk it over with him. It's not about me then, is it? If you're free, i'd like to talk to you over coffee. Let me know when you're free.

Delia @ 03/06/04 02:36 : It's no use... We've broken up. He had made me go for abortion twice. I'm not doing it again. And he chose to be with u last tues when i wanted to commit suicide.
Delia @ 03/06/04 02:37 : The best part is that he shouts at me and puts the blame on me for confronting him!

Me @ 03/06/04 03:05 : Why do you even wanna attempt suicide? From a girl's point of view, it's really not worth it. It's not gonna solve the problem anyway.

Delia @ 03/06/04 08:27 : You don't know the shit i'm going through... Forget it... U can just go ahead and contact him. It's none of my business now. He can call u a bitch and still be
Delia @ 03/06/04 08:28 : so close to u... Both of u are contradicting.

[at this point in time, i refuse to reply her msgs. i conclude she is just as insane as jac. no, wait, jac's worse.]

. . . WHAT THE FUCK?

[mind you, i had to edit these msgs to make the grammer slightly better than it originally came in.]

this stupid bitch is making me sound like a third party. yes, and i'm fucking irritated because of it. hello, she is snatching away my bestest (if there ever was such a word) best friend. well, i trust andy enough to know that this bitch is fucking crazy.

you sleep with someone, that someone doesn't wanna take responsibility, then you push the blame on others. ahh. WHY DOES IT ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME?

now the point comes back to why people want to threaten others with suicides. either you get a life, or you should just go to hell and stop being a burden to society. that stupid bitch. argh. what should i reply her with? can someone tell me?

singled out

the thing about having a red head is that people recognise you wherever you go. take for example, i was at chomps (chomp chomp lah!) on tuesday for dinner with my CCA-mates. there were these wierd people staring at me like i was some alien. anyway, the auntie at the drink stall was so nice to me. [makes me kind of wonder whether she's lesbian or not. but ANYWAY...] the nice lovely auntie gave me a $2.00 discount on the drinks. like for the first time in my life, did i get such a big discount from a drink stall in a famous hawker centre. she just went ok the drinks are $9.00, but i'll charge you only $7.00.

*blinks*
*blink blink*
*blink*

me: auntie zhen(1) de(2) ma(1)?
auntie: mei(2) you(3) guan(1) xi(4), bie(2) de(2) tan(1) wei(4) mai(4) ni(3) ne(4) mo(4) gui(4), wo(3) suan(4) ni(3) pian(2) yi(2) yi(4) dian(3).

*giggles* then i proceed to thank the auntie and smile sweetly at her.

hey wait, can someone try to go there in the same coloured hair, and order from her a drink, so that we can prove the theory of the auntie giving discounts to just me or generally to everyone who has got a red head??

ok, so as i was saying about these wierd people looking at me like i was an alien... [i've been getting these wierd stares wherever i go, but it's not that bad now that i've got used to the (unwanted) attention, plus the fact that my hair colour is fading so the red isn't that flaming RED anymore.] i received this friendster message from a person, 3 connections away, claiming that he saw me at chomps on tuesday night.

HAHA. HAHAHA. HA HA HA HA.

[speaking of friendster msgs, the other time i also received this msg from a person, who after watching "jia(1) you(2) bao(3) bei(4)" on channel U, msged me to ask if it was me on tv.]

what were these people thinking? OF COURSE IT WAS, NO DOUBT, ME! ahh, fame is what i yearned for. my fear lies on people being more hypocritical and superficial towards me. is being honest just so tough? argh. people with no morals. they irk me.

i'm tired. just came back from china black. wasn't as fun as last week, but i guess it'll do. cured my boredom anyway. :) but the msg from delia (andy's gf) did get me abit bothered. she asked me to leave andy alone, and not contact andy again. like HELLO, wake up your fucking idea ok. i'm not a relationship breaker, so don't treat me like one. andy's merely a good pal who's there for me when i need someone to talk to. and you're taking that away from me? WAKE UP YOUR FUCKING IDEA!!!

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