Girl, interrupted.

A wise man once said: Flip a cockroach on its back, it will never get back up and eventually die.

Wise words indeed.

I have learnt that the best way to execute this is to spray a SHITLOAD of Baygon at it until the disgusting creature flips over and dies, all while you are shrieking wildly, jumping around and occasionally but inevitably dashing out of the room.

Now, I am a strong believer in the Buddhist teaching of loving all living things. But come on. What significant purposes do cockroaches serve?! NONE! ZERO! Yes, they may fuel insecticide and 'pestbusters' companies around the world, but so what?! They have NO purpose on Earth.

Bloody hell, all I wanted was to pee. I didn't count on a huge bloody stupid disgusting cockroach crawling around on the shower door! I screamed like there was an actual human invader in my bathroom. Out came the Baygon. To hell with love and peace. I pummelled the fisgusting (that's right, you heard me. FISGUSTING!) creature with insecticide as if there was no tomorrow.
Suddenly, the bitch SPREAD ITS HIDEOUS LITTLE WINGS AND FLEW TOWARDS ME!

I swear I almost had a heart attack.

I ran out of the room screaming. Something I find almost as disturbing as the roach -oh my gawd just saying that word makes me feel filthy- was that NOBODY in my house woke up to find out what the hell was going on. I could be killed by a giant cockroach mutant monster in MY OWN HOME and nobody would come save me. The horrors!!!

So anyway. It finally flipped on its back and lay there in my bathroom, struggling for dear life. I stood 5 metres away in triumphant fear for like 10 minutes. DAMN SCARED THAT IT WAS GOING TO GET UP AND FLY AROUND AGAIN. Ok lah so it died anyway. The damned COCKROACH CARCASS is still in the bathroom, I really don't dare to go near it to dispose of it. FISGUSTING.


Forget diamonds, this is a girl's best friend.

Mind you, I went through a lot to get this picture. While I was waiting for the Baygon official website to load, I had a nagging fear that there would be a flash intro with all kinds of bugs crawling around. Eww. (Of course, there wasn't lah.)

Right now, every little sound makes me think there's a cockroach hiding in the shadows. STAY AWAY FROM ME!! WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME?!

I feel dirty, like they're crawling all over me. Oh my... excuse me, I have to go shower.

T108 HOLIDAY Party.

22 Dec 2005- T108 HOLIDAY party.

Lazy to type out everything, I'll just let the (many) pictures do the talking.
Great, awesome, wonderful..... "Simply sensational". =)















Everyone minus Tiff. (She took this blurry shot.)
Glen looks great.















HOMEMADE log cake, courtesy of Dian's mum.














Joker.















Ben! Push her once not enough, must push her again?!















Cheers, everyone.















I don't know why I keep getting photographed with the root beer.















Glen is possessed after getting dunked in the pool 3 times.















Where are my specs?!?!?!?!















Most belated birthday present in the history of Mankind.














I believe that's my arm.














Absolut Wodka.














Just a teeny bit drunk?














Yeap. Just a teeny weeny little bit.














There are no words.














Don't ask me why QH's face is like that. Methinks the butt-grabbing depleted all her energy. Haha.














Happy.














Yes, we're still happy.














Yes, we're all apparantly STILL very very happy.


















Yes, even Keith.














We are very very -yes, you guessed it,- HAPPY.

Happy holidays, my lovely classmates. You crazy, wonderful bunch of lunatics.

What's the story, morning glory?

There's nothing else I want more.

Serendipity.

Just shoot me.

Stupid grammar test.

At least there's the Christmas party with my classmates on Thursday. I can't wait, it's gonna be great.

In the meantime, comma splice, nouns, verbs, faulty parallelism, adjectives, sentence fragments, adverbs, subject-verb disagreements and dangling modifiers rule the day.

I wait for you.

"You say you are waiting for something. I say to you, yes. We all wait."

"What are you waiting for?"

"You. I wait for you."

- The Terminal

I don't really have a point.

It's a bird! It's a plane! It's....











































CITY AMINAH!!!!

also known as Yeo Qianhua.

We were in the Ngee Ann library... I was reading my magazine, minding my own business... suddenly I looked up... my dear friend had decided to convert to Islam.

It's just a normal a scarf, in case you can't tell. Diyanah somehow managed to fashion it into a tudom for her, hahahahaha.














My two Malay friends.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAA damn funny lah.

Speaking of the library, I had a conversation in the library with Diy the other day that was particularly funny, at least to me -

Me (Upon seeing a computer terminal with the sign "For staff and FMS students only) : Why only FMS students? How come so special?

Diy: (short pause, then in a very matter-of-fact tone) : Aiyah, cos we're hot what!

Hahahaha.

Then when we were leaving the library, there were this 2 guys stationed outside the library aiming a camera at the entrance for some reason.

Diy: Wa, papparazzi leh.

Hahahahahahaha.

We almost got locked in the library, cos we were there rushing out an assignment until closing time. This prompted us to contemplate, who would we have called if we really got locked in? Office? Closed already, cannot. Diy call her boyfriend also no use lah. And I don't even have a boyfriend to call, boo hoo. Call our friends and cry? Mr Sharpe, our advisor? We would need his advice, hahaha. Only person (people?) to call would be the police. Very very drama, haha.

On a totally unrelated note, I saw this Christmas trailer on Ch 5 that has ELECTRICO in it!! ELECTRICO!!! AHHHHH!!! The ad is awesome. They somehow managed to take some lame song about Ch 5 being home and make it sound great. I wish they would just play the ad over and over and over again.

ELECTRICO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!














Yeah that photo was really out of point. It's just a pretty picture that's all.

On an even more unrelated note, I'm tired. I was up all night last night reading Dan Brown's Digital Fortress. I only went to bed at 7am, and when I woke up I spent the rest of the day finishing the book. For some strange reason, I like falling asleep in at 7am. When the first signs of daylight are peeking through my curtains and the room is bathed in a dull dusk. I find it really comforting. Anyway, the book was quite good. Joe had told me previously that the storyline twist until his balls dropped. HAHAHAHA. Yeah, Joe. If I had balls, they would have dropped too. SHOCKING LIKE CRAZY INSANE HELL PLOT TWIST man. Anyway. The point is, I'm tired, i'm sick of writing crap, I'm going to bed now, this entry is lame and I really don't have a point. So there, bye.

Daughters.

A recurring nightmare. Bits and pieces swim around in my mind as I struggle to recall the details, but the big picture is clear - I am running. Running away. From him. Trapped. Taken. Then, when nobody is paying attention, I break away and run. Run till my lungs beg for mercy, run till my feet lift off the ground. Fear and dread, like lightning running through my veins. Into the train. Meandering through the crowd, strange faces - none willing to help me - hoping nobody would recognise me. Has he caught up with me? Is he behind me? What will he do to me if he catches me? Complete terror engulfs me, the same way a bonfire licks the firewood. Run. Run faster. Run faster.

My eyes snap wide open. A pounding jackhammer in my chest. A thin film of perspiration veils my face. I sit up in bed, gasping for breath.

More than 10 years on, even when he's not around anymore, I'm still running.

My own flesh and blood.