Ah Girl, WE'RE RICH!!!

The perils of your folks owning a PC.

Let me tell you a story.

Once upon a time...
A certain short-haired Chinese 17 yr old girl, student number s10022870J, (Let's call her Teenage Dirtbag) was innocently sitting in her room, minding her own business, MSN-ing her sister.
When suddenly...

tay yangyang says:
mom is MAD

tay yangyang says:
she just called me

tay yangyang says:
got fooled by some pop up window which claimed she's todays grand prize winner of god knows what
tay yangyang says:
and she ask me if she should call

Teenage Dirtbag: Who lives in a pineapple under the sea????!!!! TAY SHUYUN!!!!! says:
LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

tay yangyang says:
can u pls go look

tay yangyang says:
wahahahahhahahahahaha


HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cue hysterical laughter from Yangyang and Teenage Dirtbag.


As if this wasn't enough...
5 minutes later, she walks over to her mum in the next room.

Her: "Simi million dollar prize??"
Mum: "Got another one leh, Free screensaver!!"

And they lived happily ever after.
-The End-

I rest my case.

"Someone else to get this drift."

She is parked in front of a certain 2.78 kg laptop at 1.07 am typing away, staring blankly at the 15-inch screen. A blank void except for the tapping sounds of the keys and Michael Buble crooning softly. "Say it's me that you adore... for now and ever more. That's all... that's all."

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Sitting, waiting, wishing.

Life.

An old man turned 98,
He won the lottery,
Died the next day.
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay.
It's a death row pardon
2 minutes too late.

It's like rain on your wedding day,
It's a free ride when you've already paid.
It's the good advice that you just didn't take.
And who would've thought,
It figures.

Mr Play-it-safe was afraid to fly.
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye.
He waited his whole damned life to take that flight.
And as the plane crashed down, he thought...
Well, isn't this nice.

A traffic jam when you're already late.
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break.
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife.
It's meeting the man of my dreams...
And then meeting his beautiful wife.

Isn't it ironic.......?

- Ironic, Alanis Morissette

TO: LIM SUYU

SUYU!!!!!

HAPPY BELATED 17TH BIRTHDAY!!!

so sorry for the late greeting man. sorrrrrryyyyyy...!

anyway, happy birthday!! WO AI NI!! hehe =)

Give it to me, baby!

The only good thing about waking up early.

Dangles on a string, like slow-spinning redemption.

Someday.

Someday, I'll come up with the most brilliant ad campaign ever.

Someday, I'll produce the most insightful, fantastic and critically acclaimed trailers.

Someday, I'll have my dream job, whatever that is.

Someday, I'll get my New York minute.

Someday, I'll be able to buy my mum an Osim chair.

Someday, I'll finally find the perfect Milo peng.

Someday, I'll be in the front row of a John Mayer concert.

Someday, they'll all just wake up their ideas and stop causing Grandma heartache.

Someday, I'll meet Ellen Degeneres, Lee Kuan Yew, John Mayer and the Carebears.

Someday, the sight of Tan Tock Seng Hospital won't bring all the crap memories back.

Someday, NP will finally realise how stupid CATS is and abolish it.

Someday, the world would be saved from Californiacation.

Someday, I'll watch Pulp Fiction.

Someday, I'll have 2 golden retrievers named Sam and Blondie.

Someday, the wishes of beauty queens all around the world would be fulfilled with the dawning of world peace.

Someday, I'll be able to play guitar like Jimi Hendrix.

Someday, the Singapore government would stop tearing down historic buildings/structures/whatever.

Someday, I'll taste the best chilli crabs on Earth.

Someday, inconsiderate and moronic behavior displayed by some people on public transport would cease to exist.

Someday, I'll find him and we'll live happily ever after.

Someday, I'll own all the Seinfeld DVDs.

Someday, Channel 5 would have a 'Whose Line Is It Anyway' marathon.

Someday, I'll stop making excuses and lying around on my lazy ass and start playing sports.

Someday I'll own a vintage Mini Cooper and/or a Vespa.

Someday, you'll know how you have the ability to always make the corners of my mouth turn upwards.

Someday, we'll finally figure out the mystery of the Bermuda Triangle.

Someday, 50 years down the road, nothing about our friendship would have changed.

Someday, when I'm old, white-haired and unable to chew solid food, I will look at this and hopefully, smile.

Someday I'll learn to stop whining and be truly content with everything I have now.


In the meantime... Quote from Before Sunset, one of my favourite movies:

Jesse: "Do you think it's true that if we never wanted anything, we'd never be unhappy?"

Celine: "Not wanting anything, isn't that a sign of depression?"

To you fools at Apple.

iPod Nano, huh?

Well.....................





I think this (iTouch) is way better.


Uh huh.

Seriously speaking lah...

WHY are guys so obsessed with gaming?!???!?!!?!?!?!?!?!

I wish all Xboxes in the world would explode into 8473284828943 pieces.

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Isn't she the most adorable thing you have ever seen in your entire life?! =D
(That's my niece, Clarissa.)

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Another niece, Felicity (yes, they have cheem names.) And yes, that's a tiara I'm wearing.
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It's like that dream, where you scream and scream and scream and scream but just... nothing. Not a sound is heard. Muted.
The way we were. The way we were.

"You're aching, you're breaking and I can see the pain in your eyes. Everybody's changing and I don't feel the same..."

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Of chocolate-coated strawberries and chocolate waffles.

The Way We Were.

The good ol' days.

Where the 7 of us stayed up all night on that sticky leather sofa, sat at a coffeeshop for 5 hours and such, talking. Just talking.

Buttered prawns and breakdancing at Marina.
Doing our ridiculous "ke ke ke" rap on the MRT. Singing "Leaving on a Jet Plane" at the airport.
Cleaning the driveway after the barberque.
Little Pony and Care Bear routines.
YMCA dance at prom.
Doodling on napkins at Billy Bombers.
Kungfu Chaos marathons.

"The way we were."

Ugly photos.

I'm sorry guys, this is just too funny, I HAVE a moral obligation to share it with the world.

Here are some horrible (but hilarious) pictures taken by QH at lunch. I think she can be a paparazzi photographer in future, she's good at taking ugly photos of people.

Merger is bad (and funny) -

(Keith's eyes look really weird in this pic. I've disguised his identity, lest he eats me for his breakfast.) LOOK AT THE MUSHROOM. hahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HAHAHA! This is what happenes when you try to avoid getting your picture taken.
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Ok lah guys, don't be angry k? I'll even post an ugly picture of myself, just to even the score...

Hen hao xiao.

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It's happened. The semester has finally, officially ended. I can now say that I've been to hell and back. It feels so weird, it's so surreal. I keep thinking, shit I have work to do, why am I still slacking around?! Then it hits me. Liberation.

It's been one helluva 3 months. Throughout the whole thing, it seemed like time flew real quickly, and yet it was slow and torturous. An endless slew of deadlines, that's what it was. It was almost like there at least one deadline every single day. Deadlines, deadlines, deadlines. I really learnt a lot though. Like how to work with people. When people are under that insane amount of pressure and workload, true colours start peeping out. Certain crappy teammate/s brought out the bitchy side of me, while the other more... (hmmm I'm at a loss for words here. What's the word? Good? You get the idea lah.) ones inspired me to push forward and ignore the fatigue, exhaustion and temptation to break.

Natalie and Adeline. We've been through everything together in just 3 months. The highs -exceptional (if I do say so myself) SWOT analysis, great website, etc etc, and the lows - where do I even start? Every single piece of crap we've have to endure. Fannison leaving, Mr Choy panning our ad ideas, total mental blocks, the extreme sleep deprivation, etc etc. And of course, you-know-who lah. (You didn't think I was gonna leave this out, right?) No matter what happened, we never gave up. You two are seriously, the best teammates ever to cross the face of this Earth. It's hard to put everything in words. You guys know what I mean lah. We can practically read each others' minds.


Yaaman Productions. The "bestest Locvid group ever." =) 'Nuff said.


T103. A truly great bunch.

*missing: Natalie, Dian, Ben, Nisha and Daniel.

Although it's really tiring, taxing, exhausting, arduous, strenuous, demanding and stressful, I really love MCM. It's just... me. This is my niche in life. I remember going into the written test and interview thinking that, if I can just get in, I promised myself that I would work hard and not take it for granted. Surprisingly, that drive and fire still exists in me now, in full force. I have never been so motivated in my life. Driven to succeed. I remember clearly something that my lecturer JLo once said. "Don't just strive to meet the standard, set an all new one." Hmmm.
Suffocated and supressed no more.
Exhausted. Stressed out to the max. But happy. Happy.

I really miss my friends. Core Crew. Log444.

Ok. on to other less serious matters.
Oh ok I just thought of a funny story. Yesterday, my classmates and I went to Orchard after our paper to celebrate. We were walking along the streets right (NOT passing the cursed mosaic wall), when someone suddenly had the bright idea of going up to innocent passerbys and asking for directions, SPEAKING A TOTALLY NONSENSICAL AND MADE UP LANGUAGE. It was damn bloody HILARIOUS lah. Almost like a scene out of Candid Camera, without the camera. SO FUNNY. And we did this not vonce, not twice but THREE times! hahaha!

And I finally got around to watching Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events today. Hmmm. Quite entertaining... but just somehow it doesn't really have the feel of the book. (which I wrote the Straits Times review for... ahem ahem.) The casting of Jim Carrey as Count Olaf is just salah lah. He's supposed to be pure evil! Not Ace Ventura! As much as I like Jim Carrey, it's just really weird (sorry, did I say WEIRD? I meant VEIRD.) to cast him as Olaf. Cannot make it lah.

For a while now, my classmates have been saying that I look like a Precious Moment doll. er ok so this amused me for a while... until yesterday, someone (hmm I think it was Vanessa) said that
I LOOK LIKE STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE.

I take pride in the fact that I look like a cartoon character(s).

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"Everybody's changing and I don't feel the same."

"Another second lived."

A hilarious day.

I am happy. I have finished my revision for Medsoc. Er... kind of. Heck.

Yesterday was "mugging" day with QH and Diyanah.

I think this is a funny story. QH and I were just sitting innocently in the 174 bus, just minding our own businesses. When the bus was turning around the corner right, there was this insane woman right, who was holding an umbrella and crossing the road. Sounds normal enough right? But NO. It's not! ok, SHE's not normal. She was looking down at the ground and crossing the road lah! Hello, auntie?! Your grandfather's road ah?! Obviously, the bus almost hit her lah. So the bus driver honked at her. And she had this shocked-furious-bewildered expression on her face. Wait.... that's not the funny part. You ready?! So when the bus drove past her right..........
SHE TOOK HER UMBRELLA AND HIT THE BUS WITH IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
hahahahahahhahaha!!!
I couldn't stop laughing for the next 10 minutes.

Dunno whose bright idea it was (nudge nudge, D_y_n_h) to go study at Coffee Bean at Wheelock Place. We had the honour of experiencing a display of the warmest hospitality and jaw-droppingly amazing service by the wonderful staff there. "Hello Miss, do you mind not studying here? It's lunch hour and a lot of people are waiting for a table." Ya, I'm sure that people are just tripping over themselves to go have almond biscotti and Ice-blended Pure Chocolate for LUNCH at Coffee Bean at freakin 3.30 PM IN THE AFTERNOON! That's what I had, by the way. =) ANYWAY. And I'm also pretty sure that 50 invisible people were just standing around, waiting to pounce on the next vacated table.
Being the thick-skinned chao Mass-commers ang moh pais that we are, we just sat there for another hour, continuing our studying anyway. What, you expect us to finish 1 almond biscotti, 1 New York Sausage Puff and 3 Ice-Blended Pure Chocolates at a go?!
"You think what, COMPETITION is it?!" -Yeo QH

Ya ok anyway. So studyin at Orchard was a big mistake. We ended up shopping instead. In a desperate attempt to force ourselves to study, we ended up going to the National Library (beautiful building by the way).

An extract of Diyanah's conversation with God-knows-who on her phone:
Diy: I'm in the library!
POTP*: blah blah blah (I think he or she said which library)
Diy: National Library!
POTP: blah blah blah
Diy: NATIONAL!!
POTP: blah blah blah
Diy: No, NATIONAL!
POTP: blah blah blah
Diy: NATIONAL, NATIONAL!!!!
POTP: Is it in Orchard?
Diy: No, it's in Bras Basah!!
POTP: blah blah blah
Diy: Ya, they built a new one LAH!

*Person on the phone
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!


What to do with pictures you have taken:

*Knock knock*
"Hello auntie. First of all, before you say anything, I am villing to bear your family not vone, not two, but THRRRRRRRRREE little Umars! Umar Jr, Umar Jr Jr and Umar Jr Jr Jr. How boud dat? Do v have a deal? DO V?!"

(This is what we told Diyanah to say when she meets her boyfriend's mum in a couple of days.)

Esplanade.
Chocz.
Memories.

Sidetrack.

This is a sign on the bus telling you to give up your seat to the elderly, the handicapped and those with kids.
Can someone please tell me what the THING at the extreme left is supposed to symbolise?!

The what-ifs and the if-onlys.

The Beginning.

Hmmm. I think............................ I am officially the last person on Earth to have created a blog.

Well. All good things come to those who wait. HOHOHO.

Why the sudden urge to have my own blog, one might ask? (And by one, I mean the person who's reading this and laughing at me cos I'm such a laggard. And by person, I'm mainly referring to you, QH and Diyanah. ) VHY, VHY, tell me VHY?! Not because I wanna be cool and like, dude, "DIGITAL LIFESTYLE" man. (C'mon, I already am.) Well................ I need an outlet to bitch, whine and complain. And yes, I know that I have previously said (to a sizeable number of people) that blogs are stupid. And dumb. And boliao. Maybe I'm selling out. Hmmm.

With this blog, I shall hone my already impressive writing skills and become the most famous and sought-after writer in the history of Mankind. Straits Times! The New York Times! Business Times! The Wall Street Journal! er... Vogue! hahaha. (ok, that was a joke and I hope you laughed.)

QH is rushing me, because I told her to wait for me to finish this fantabulous entry so that I can kick off the gala premiere. And now she's gone offline. She told me to SMS her when I'm done and she'll come and see it. Haha! Er ok maybe that wasn't that funny to you.

Ok. I think I am running out of things to say. I have a lot of things I vant to say, but my brain is just not funktioning at the moment... (HAHAHA, ahem, inside joke here.)

I really should be studyin for my paper on Monday.

Teenage Dirtbag: "Come on down, make a pledge, and get ur free.............wristband." LOL! says:
so exciting.

there's only enough room for vone jack bird. oh, and vone dirtbag. says:
hahah

there's only enough room for vone jack bird. oh, and vone dirtbag. says:
blog issit

Teenage Dirtbag: "Come on down, make a pledge, and get ur free.............wristband." LOL! says:
hanah then wat

Teenage Dirtbag: "Come on down, make a pledge, and get ur free.............wristband." LOL! says:
no im excited bout medsoc

Teenage Dirtbag: "Come on down, make a pledge, and get ur free.............wristband." LOL! says:
lol

there's only enough room for vone jack bird. oh, and vone dirtbag. says:
HAHHAHA

there's only enough room for vone jack bird. oh, and vone dirtbag. says:
i knew it!!!

there's only enough room for vone jack bird. oh, and vone dirtbag. says:
you secret lil mugger

Okok, I shall go sms QH now.