Take a seat to see how everything has progressed at the aged of 19.

Secondary my tertiary
It was not exceptionally well for PSLE, but was a score that gave my parents a sign of relief and entered an express stream. There, tremendous change, from outlook, to circle of friends, to choices I have made in life, to regrets I have done, to turning into a debater towards my loved ones, learning importance of kinship, managing finances, scoring bursaries etc. I had cliques and cliques, but there were these few that stayed with me. I was mean to some and really chitty to some and sporting to some. After school, different classes will meet up and play soccer at some neighbourhood land, and unlucky me came a ball crashing right straight o my face, I had a swollen nose that day. Secondary where I turned to see how rebellious some people could be, ensuring I am not turning into their footsteps. How scoring top in a few class tests made me understand that I am not that stupid, I am slow, but I am learner, what’s there to worry off? We paid them to teach us, so be wise and made use of things at our advantage, not getting overboard. The happiness on my parents when they know I could be this well, performing in my academic. In my primary school days, I was always getting the last ten in position, I never took studying seriously, I never knew the importance how my peers are doing, constant pressure by parents, the bloody word - comparison, somehow made me bucked up, the spirit continue till now, the kiasuism that stays in me, how I would like things to be done in neat and proper pace, of course, not everyone agrees with it too. This school made me a better person, it is not true that the environment influences one a lot, it is how you handle the entire round by judging what is appropriate and what’s not. Our tiny brain is almost mature by this age to differentiate what we probably want. How days I will get food from home like an apple and a sandwich to the back of the class to have my recess, with prefects patrolling the corridors, we had to hide well to avoid detention. It is an offence to stay in class for they worry we might pry into classmate’s bag to steal and all. We are a discipline bunch, not retorting to those means. Interestingly, I knew more about images, concerning about outlook, this starts the BGR stories. It was like a common question “got boyfriend not?” “how many months together already” “where is he from?”, my answer was plain, I had none. I was not an attractive girl, I was concern about looks but not feeling right for those relationship, I had mutual friends whom I felt I can spend quality time and cherishing one another in decades to come. And I do not mean those come and go ones. Crush, infatuation were terms used but what is the true meaning behind it? GO AND STUDY. The shopping days, where I gained all my experiences happened here as well, freedom all started from here, the trust from daddy mommy were evermore. I thank them for allowing me to get into the right path and tolerating all my childishness. The money, the tuition money spend on me, the lucky me that had really nice tutor (maths) whom went through extra mile to make sure I understood. Praises from everyone knowing I am focusing, maintaining, turned me into a confident person. A kid need praises, it really work wonders and will not cause you to have a sore throat. My effort in booking teachers to clarify questions, and one comment on me I could remember was a friend was describing me as “the girl who always raise up her hands to ask!” There was not much backstabbing but there were bitching. Minor disciplinary problems like short skirt, long hair to be tied up, ankle sockc etc. Those were tolerable , they were not to the extend of calling of parents. One amazing thing is that I only attended detention once and that was because I went to the toilet without getting a pass (it was a relief teacher and she was so busy so I simply went ahead and was caught(-_-)

Primary School
I said hi to the optician and enter the land of blind bats at the aged of 7. It was my life long friend, I don’t supposed I dare to go for Lasik. I also enter a new school that is ten times the size of my previous. Faces were once again different, everyone was taller than ever, since P1-P5, I was always the first 5 shortest. I get to see the best view of everything when we are lining up, holding on hands of the opposite sex, feeling shy etc. I could remember vividly on the first time of school, they allowed parents to come and visit their darling attending Day one. They provided us with milo and some pathetic biscuits, when my class arrived at the canteen, I frantically looked for mommy and aunty whom to my surprise brought me lunch box with food inside, they even asked me to buy food at the stall for “them”, apparently they want to train me, I plucked up my courage and did so, I counted the change the stall owner gave me, I was paranoid like a few cents less and I am going to confront her, showing her see a P1 maths genius! Day two during recess, I came down and thought they will still be there, hidden in the group of parents at the waiting zone, but there was no sight of them, at that point of time, I knew I had to be strong, I had a few friends and we said and started Barbie Dolls talking. The years past, getting more familiarize with the school, hearing ghost stories “If you go up to the highest floor of the school, there will be 4 mirrors at the staircase, put your 30cm long ruler in and it will go through, what so ever.” Becoming a teacher’s pet, carrying everything for her to and fro her office as if I am a slave but I was so proud like “hey you you you all see, teacher likes me, she wants me only, woooo!” I would take mops, rags, broom, dustpan and clean up for her the Art Room she was in charge of where I don’t even do chores for mommy at home. The stupid BCG jab that made me cry when no one was doing so, some coward shit, after the jab I turned so hyper that the nurse had to calm me down. I was performing my ballet skills on the ground. Also there were the “I don’t friend you” “ you don’t friend me days”, juveniles little brags. We had interclass competition(badminton/netball) after PSLE, where 10 girls including me represent the class, we acted like some ah lians “play rough” when we realised we started losing at the semi-quarters. We had a leader where we follow her and listened to her instructions cause she had this sharp comb and cool hairstyle, haha. Getting pathetic 40 cents red pen from-my-beloved-only-able-to-shop place in school, the bookshop for my teacher in their Teacher’s Day celebration. I had started ballet classes Primary 1, I remember her forcing me to bent till I broke out in tears, “I cannot”, she was pushing my rib cage as I bent, I really felt like squeezing her boobs till she explode. Then she was like “the girl beside you so fat also can, you cant!”. What a encouragement, but I did persevered till she felt I was the best and started asking me to be a demonstrator whenever she needs to show something to her class. There was this candle performance where I was dancing on the stage, the wax was dripping on my palm, it is was hurting but I acted as if nothing happened, man I was courageous, a bit, least.

Kindergarden, 1st grade, 2nd grade, 3rd grade
The day I can remember I was in my kindergarden, how I held onto my aunt's legs and said “no no I don’t know anyone, just get me out of this place.” The teacher who consoled me yet separate me further from aunty, no not exactly did I scratched her, wailed loudly or pee to show unwillingness. I listened to her with my teary eyes, I look around at those unfamiliar faces, those confused – “this totally does not look like my home nor like my siblings or rather why do I have so many of them overnight?”, surprised and furious – “is it mommy daddy don’t want me or why is this girl acting like a freak holding on to her aunty legs?”
Okay fine I was not tall enough alright, like less than a meter compared to a 1.67 lady. My aunty came too, she stood outside the class, peeping at me with her mushroom hairstyle, I spotted her and tears came streaming down my cheeks, like an on/off gadget to waste the water in my body. Immediately she hid herself back, as though she is playing Mario.
Slowly I had gotten use to the environment for three years, the notice board, chalkboard, textbooks, scissors, glue, chairs and tables. The morning greeting songs where we lined up in an orderly manner and sing aloud. The day when I has a bad tummy and no toilet papers in the loo, how I ran out to call for help in front of 2 boys with my panty not worn fully, half-naked sight, how humiliated I felt. At that instance I then knew what was embarrassment. The times where we had the best few events of the year, Children’s day, friend’s birthday, when the Big elephant came to my school for performance. Actually I am afraid of Mascot, so much, they seems like some horrifying surreal monster. Till now, if I see a clown and someone forces me to go for a close-up, I will scream insanely, okay I am picture that scene now.
How I use to take a ten minutes walk back to my grandmother’s house opposite Bishan Park (at that point of time). I remember helping my decreased grandfather to carry his towel for him, how I hit him when he forgets to buy my 12 in one box of Swan Colour Pencil. When it was lunch time Grandmother scrapping the apple for me, she knows I did not like the skin, so it turns out like an empty ample shell after eating. Days where I had noonmare, that is like night mare except it is a afternoon one. My face was lying flat on my pillow, I cannot seems to lift it up and my hands were like swimming freestlye, calling for help to lift me over, but no one came to my rescue, how weird. Finally when I could, my eyes cannot opened, it is stuck, held weird, I washed it with water and came back “normal”. After work, mommy could carry younger brother, elder brother would carry a lot of things for me and I would be walking alone, sadly to leave my grandmother’s place, that was like my first home. I spend ¼ day in school, 2/4 time there and ¼ in my real home.
Anyway I think that the second child is more independent yet saddest.
Imagine including you there're 3 siblings (odd number, 5/7/9 etc)
Anyway I reckon this era no one gives birth to more than 7.
When your elder sibling is born, all attention is on him. He also gets the best of the best all for himself.
When the second one is born, attention is him yet on your elder sibling too. (50-50)
When the last sibling is born, parents will think, the other two are big enough to look after thus all attention to the youngest.
So what does the center gain?
DEEM to do everything yourself. Full stop.

when he is telling the truth, he will use his left brain which is in-charge of the memory,
so his eyes will look to the left.
when he lies, he will use his right brain which is in-charge of thinking,
so his eyes will look to the right.

My life is like a flat line now, home sweet home.
But staying home is not exactly boring/ultra sian so-ever for I am benefitting, like save more money (use home electric, water, food blah blah.), bonding time like I am back to a baby in Mommy's arms, freedom doing what I want. Indulgence one and off is necessary. Sticking on to a table-table sucks, truly. :)

Okay so I read the papers today- Mind Your Body.
I am going to share this with militantfeminists HAHAH. My blog feels like an insane chatroom of myself with militantfeminists. Ting Dong!

Anyway, BMI fun here, Body Mass Index.
Weight - 48kg
Height - 1.64cm
Anyway before I counted, I am prepared to be in the underweight-category.
So after meddling with the calculator, here's = 17.8
But you know those charts way back in our primary and secondary report book, they will slot it in the last few pages stating the criteria for Height/Weight for F and M, I am in a SAFE zone but BMI reflects likewise, then again, a lot of factors like our diet, heredity all. Thus, I don't think there is a need for me to be alarm yet. :) haha.
Anyway go count yours too, by dividing your weight in kg by your height in metres (squared).
Maybe, maybe only la, I should consider gaining weight through good diet and exercise habits, to increase my bloody muscle mass. I longed to be in the 22-25 range.

I found this and going to post it up so I can refer (I hate searching for hours on net and cant get the specific details I wanted too) and council my friends! haha.

1) Sleep less helps me to lose weight.
Sleep more to weight less. If one do not get full night rest, the body fat cell secrete up to 18% to tell your brain that you have sufficient energy reserves and do not need food.
2)Green tea boosts my metabolism.
There is no single food that will burn fats. Green tea can displace other high-fat or high sugar beverages in your diet.
3) Drinking milk makes me fat.
Dairy products have many nutrients your body needs - provide proteins to build muscles.
250ml - 130 calories (milk)
400ml - 370 calories (bubble tea)
Do your maths people.
4) A high-protein and low-carbohydrate diet is a healthy way to lose weight.
Such diets may cause ketones. High levels of ketones in blood can cause dizziness. Too rich in protein and fast can cause heart diseases.
5)Skipping meal is a good way to lose one's weight.
This causes the body to enter starvation mode, decreasing the body metabolic rate by 15%, now body hold on to the fats and burn lean muscles causing us to feel weak. So you are not getting skinny!
6)I should not eat after 8pm.
It does not matter what time you eat but what you eat and how much physical activity you do during the day. No matter what you eat, your body will store extra calories as fat.
7)If I can lose weight by counting calories or cutting carbs. I don't really need to exercise.
Exercise trains us on our basal metabolic rate, so the more you exercise, the higher your metabolic rate and thus LESS CARBS. Do exercise!
8) Smoking makes me lose my appetite so I can cut down on my food intake.
It acts as a appetite-depressant and may result one eating lesser but it shaves off your life expectancy by 7-8 years. Think wisely.

Okay I need to teach my cousin maths now, she is blur careless and forget she actually knows how to do it, leaving it blank and expect me to spoonfeed her etc. Then I raise my voice, she panicked and now really forgot everything, goodness.

I remember when I had tuition, doing the h/w, I will always scribble a lot of questions why is this why is that and wait till my tutor comes I will bombard him all. How I wish I did keep my maths text book. damn! I still keep in contact with him though he taught me from P3 till sec 3 only, he is a lawyer and big busy man now. OHHHHHHHHHH. haha.

Bye.

27 Feb 08 (5 pm): Email FYP plans
28 Feb 08 (10:30 am to 11:30 am): Subculture and check worms
3 Mar 08 (9:30 am – 12 pm): Present literature review; discuss and confirm FYP plans
4 March onwards: Lab

So now I suffer and enjoy when school starts.

Ugly shit

All I did the past few days was staying home; watch rented VCDs, view cable variety shows, arguing with my brothers and lesser snacking, PERFECT discipline. However not for today! For it's EMI's "last" day till next month with me! She will be busy for least 30 days! WTH, I meet her easily once in 3 days in the past, now THIRTY. Apparently, I got it sorted out that is spend it wisely, of course I will meet up with others, but I am going for morning jogs, doing of my own laundry those that require mommy to nag less too, FYP meetings (studies), saving (money) and imptly I wanna see what alternative courses to take for my degree. Or rather, worthy courses and bestly related yet not totally, oh well, I will be cope into the same cage if I am not stepping out to try others. See how things go.

Come let me share the feelgood hormones in my blood now, today Mily bought working attires (like 15 pieces) and I got 3 (pieces), she was sponsored so yea, just splurge as if she owns the bank. Sounds insane like CNY over why still buy? Why she buy till 15! Got money also not like that spend mah! LISTEN here is the marvellous alert:

ALL WERE AT 70% LESS.
Like how can we not go and purchase them right?
Like poor also must buy for we will love it right?
Like although I spent a lot of CNY, but this is SALE, post-cny sale, I must go for it right?
Like I see the fitting rooms ATTRACTING me in to try on and the mirror mirror on the wall tempting me, YES YES this is so nice on you, right?

Enough factors to make me not regret what I had done today, I said I got no mood for shopping, but when I am out there, THINGS simply turns 360 degrees round.

Girls ah girls.

I was talking to EMI about camera...

Jade: I don't really need one that is 10 plus megapixel that can totally count the amount of facial hair
Now I expect a reply from EMI
But it turned out to be a GUY
Guy: YES i got a lot of hair on my face!
Damn I was so shock, this can be a racist topic, I thought I stepped on someone's tail.
Immediately, I frantically tried searching who the heck said that.......HE WAS MUKS (my friend!).
I was a meter from him but did not noticed him.
haha, first time in my life I was stunned for words, I started laughing LOUDLY.

More Cholesterol gained and we finished them all up.

Show you what I ate for a meal:)

Look what I had eaten for dinner (3 persons;ladies only), thus individual had more than enough food.
The bone marrow at Changi Road, fantastic.
But I look damn messy and my fingers were stained badly, like I just murdered someone.


















This was havocly-toothsome; Quey Chap.

Plus satay, tutu pirang, plus perfect shot of teh tarik.

Now The Credits time.
Thanks to those who send messages (via phone, friendster)/called me.
Thanks to those who made it to the club.
Thanks to the BFFs who came for the day plans.
Thanks to Grandma for the cooking.
Thanks to my younger brother who gave his bed to my lovlies while he slept on 2 pieces of bed sheet (freaking thin!!!) Haha., Love you la Ivan.
Thanks to the ang bao givers, I will save those money, well spend it wisely actually. :)
Big thanks to Mommy for everything, she did a lot.

Happy birthday to myself once more! haha

I took a long nap on my birthday getting ready for the last day of CNY celebration plus my day.

- Mommy told me I was born in the morning like 9am at Thomson Medical Center on 21st Feb 1989.

- Anyway I was an ugly baby, I can post those pictures next time.

-Like small squinted eyes as though I have to wear glasses upon birth, black shiny skin, okay very dark; those Old wives' tale “mommy ate too much black sauce food”, 8.8 pounds (4kg!!!!), dark volume short messy hair, big cheeks as though I cant even breathe with my lips blocking my nostrils. Haha. Okay shut up, I am not an ALIEN! HAHAHAH.

Everyone gathered, the dinner has began, then was TOTO time, the 10 million bucks, my aunt and uncle won a few hundred dollars, gong xi ni men ah! See I give luck to others, oh oh oh. But 4Ds I bought for myself has nothing leh! I am a shiny lucky star, come come book me for appointment.
Next was my birthday song, they sang, I CONDUCTED it with my flabby arms swaying, I made my wish, I cut the cake, we ate the rich fabulous chocolate cake, we went for supper and we go home. And byebye CNY, 15 flies.

Oh did I mentioned, I had the chocolate cake from Lana Cake Shop at Greenwood Avenue.
My aunt made reservation (thank you Aunty.S) and I was told that they are not opened on certain days.
Sales gotta be really good for them in that sense.
Aunty.S is going to get a new car, she overheated her engine, now it get jerks continuously upon inside and parking, it is worse than bus jerks. In no time, I will get nauseous and vomit. Her 3 year old toyota altis worth 36K, scrapping value. LOW!

Blessed. :)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO

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MYSELF

haha.

It all started out with a dinner with all my buddies that could make it.
Sometimes I love occasion where everyone can meet one another after centuries, seeing how one another progress in life, I admit we are older than ever, or rather more mature. A mini-party at home with the food laughter and to-be-extinctionpolaroid.

After which a cosy ambience location where we chilled and rested on the couch; Balcony. It’s a rule for everyone to purchase a drink there, oh well.
My feet were stamped with 7-8 plasters resembling some freak, I am going to get proper sandals for such future occasions. I am not a high-medium-peep-toe shoes lover, my feet are anti-ing them. As the night falls, we proceeded to MOS for few more meet-ups and party till dawn.

One Negro dude from an opposite direction came grabbing my waist while I was walking to another side of the dance floor.
I gave a Karate chop to his hands and we gave weird stares to one another but just continue moving on.

Instant noodles for the hunger pangs for my girls and we headed back to my home. Wash-up, ranting about the no-make-ups face! AHHHH! The sleepy genes strike us, we had some “spiritual life” stories where Emily was behaving like a scary cat holding on tightly to my right wrist as though she is on her deathbed with her soul out from her body.

“Jade close the windows la, I worry my soul gets suck up!” Paranoid fellow.

Apparently, she said I took all the blankets for myself, kick her to the wall and held her hands and shouted “NO! NO!”
Were I that drama even in my sleep? Goodness, I bet she is lying. RIGHT?

Don't know why I am placing so much colours now.

The pictures are great with all the pretty faces (2 eyes, 1 nose, 1 mouth), take a look.

We didn't expect that BELT was the "in" accessory on my day.
"oh u got belt!"
"you too!"
"wow u also la"
"same!"
Only Su, with her Mango dress wihtout it which is quite scary as she cant lift her hands to high if not TA DAAH! Sexy thighs exposed.

-_- -_- -_-
Now I am in a dilemma.
If I carry out, will I be happy?
If I cancel it, how will others feel?
Building their happiness on my sorrows? Or should I not?
Effing hell sucks to have regrets. Nor choosing what's right and not.
Mirror mirror on the walls, will you just vanish all!!!!

It is Storytime by Muks.
Copyright from Alicia.

Singaprick

Everyone has a story to say. Everyone’s life is a story in one way or another. Stories like Cinderella, Snow Black and The 7 Demons, Jack And The Beanstalk were all probably written by boring sons of bitches who had no life. So, they used their imaginations to create this wonderful but at the same time, strange world of pixies and dwarfs and elves and shit like that. We can take that muther Enid Blyton also. Enid Blyton used his/her imagination to create these characters. And they were and still are of great appeal to people of all ages, sizes, face shapes, skin color, underwear design and so on and so forth. So a story need not be real nor need it be fake. There is no right or wrong in a person’s imagination.

So based on this theory let me tell you a story about the characters of certain countries. And this story is my perception of how the countries’ characters are personified. I do wish to add on to say that I do not bear any grudges with any of these countries.One day Africa, America, Iraq and Singapore were taking a long and down nowhere in particular. Little did they know that Indonesia was sneaking behind them .

So every country was conversing with each other well. Especially Singapore. Singapore was bragging about how it had one of the best education systems in the world and how cosmopolitan a country it is. It went on to say that it accomplished so many heights in such a short period of time with so little people. Then Africa said, "Of course you accomplished so many things in such a little time. That’s because you have so little people to take care of. We, on the other have millions, close to a billion to take care of." After hearing this, Singapore ran behind the back of America like a pussy. It had nothing to say now. It was scared. America was trying to be the arbitrator in this situation. Iraq on the other hand was listening to this conversation and minding its own business.

However, America sensed with its ‘supernatural’ powers and suspected that Iraq was holding a gun. In all truth, Iraq had nothing in its possession. Although Iraq had many internal problems to deal with, it never really threatened any country. America too had internal problems, but it covered it up very well. There are many problems with America in fact .For one, they don’t really have a culture. Secondly, they kept on sending American soldiers all over the world, without knowing what they really want.

Our dear Singapore decided to agree with America in Iraq having a gun. It didn’t really know what it was trying to say. It just agreed with America. America was thinking, “I don’t really think Singapore is of any help in these kind of situations, but I shall just keep them allied to me for the fun of it.” America bothered about Singapore as much as a human would be bothered about the menstruation cycle of a moth.So, these 4 countries were walking and talking. But America was still feeling unsure about Iraq. Indonesia, who was sneaking upon them, was getting increasingly frustrated and annoyed with Singapore’s arrogance.

Iraq constantly denied having any weapons. Along the way they met China, who was also taking a stroll down alone. China told them that it had just invented a time machine that could bring anyone back and forth in time. Africa was amused by this invention but was resigned to the fact that time machines were the last things on their mind right now. They had too many problems to be thinking about time machines. Iraq, really, had nothing to say about this. America and our dear old Singapore, had thoughts running in their minds already. They wanted to make friends with China. They were both thinking about what they do best, reaping off the efforts of other countries.

China then left telling them that they could be friends.America then turned its attention to Iraq. Iraq constantly kept denying any wrong doings. It even emptied its pockets to show America. Singapore was still hiding behind America’s back and was asking Iraq to own up softly. Iraq, in all truth didn’t even know Singapore was there at all. It was not intimidated at all by Singapore’s meager attempt to act fierce.

Then, Africa, depressed by its own situation, decided to leave the group to go try and solve its own problems. All of a sudden, guess who arrived? INDIA! India was cycling in a sari and was smiling as though it had no worries at all. India waved to everyone and said "Dei, How are you da dei? Everything alright ah? Ok da dei, I go off first da. I got a billion corrupt people to feed da". And it cycled off. Singapore Iraq and America were thinking to themselves, "HUH? What a nut". Anyways, Singapore kept feeling fishy about something. It tried to put up a brave front.America was still angered by Iraq’s refusal to own up. Iraq was now a sad sight. America then decided it could not hold on any longer and decided to use force now. It sent soldiers to bring down Iraq.

While America was busy dealing with Iraq, Indonesia suddenly crept up behind Singapore. Singapore was momentarily stunned. America continued sending soldiers to Iraq to find the gun. Along the way many of the innocent American soldiers who had no choice but to fight, died while fighting. America after awhile did not really know what it was fighting for. It just decided to bring Iraq down. Iraq, was left defenseless and eventually was in shambles. America was still overjoyed for no apparent reason.

They never found the gun but were satisfied in bringing down Iraq. Dear Singapore was left to battle Indonesia alone. It could not turn to America as it was busy killing Iraq. Indonesia said to Singapore "Heh Heh. You arrogant little piece of shit. You were hiding behind America’s back all along eh? Now what you gonna do you little turd?" Singapore was now on its knees and crying to mercy. Indonesia did not care one but. Indonesia had the gun all along. It took out the gun and shot Singapore in the limbs.

Singapore was shitting in the pants now. For the final blow, Indonesia aimed the gun right at Singapore’s head and blew its head off. America saw Singapore dead and thought, "Damn, I felt like killing this bugger anyways". America went off. Then came India and China. India saw Singapore on the floor and asked China,
"Dei, what happened da?" China replied, "I don’t know, but it sure looks funny. What do you say we have a smoke and laugh about this?” India said, "DEI! Perfect da, let’s go".

And they went.

me: haha
brother: how dare you laugh at me
me: no (cos I was looking at his angle from my lappy so he thought so), you are not very funny, don't think too much. Anyway please bring your controller down, it is like getting overly high .

My brothers were playing PS2 now and why am I blogging about this not-very-special hobby is that I cannot watch my cable shows la! Ya pathetic home of mine has only a single television, my parents do not like us lying on bed and not coming out to the hall, like anti-social that sort, haha. So yes was saying as they get too engross in it, their controller moves higher/lower, or like sit up higher those not so normal postures like out of the appropriate angle as if they are the characters in the game, being suck into the tv.

Okay whinned finished, thank you militantfeminist.

I shall start doing my FYP (final year project) now.
I took a three hours nap in the noon, I am an owl right now. Alertness 100%.

polaroid films are soon gonna be wiped

That was what I am so sad about, being typical kiasu sg'rean, me and su bought films immediately upon knowing this, haha, so we are going to make the best out of it and then BYE BYE, rest in peace, BOO.
Next generation, they are so going to be amused by WOW SO NICE AH PICTURES CAN turn out to be like that. And vinatge polaroids camera are now the "in" thing to have.

I just saw this from Su's blog:
And I can't believe I said this about you dear Jadey---->
Aly says: anyway gek (jade) works with me.......kind of go home go toilet go eat go everywhere together
Aly says:hahahaha
Aly says:even in sch
Aly says:like my shadow

HAHA. When I said friends for life, I meant it.
You are certainly without any doubts, one of them.

I got new things, I got new things, again.
Nail set, dress, shorts etc.
Oh ya, walk walk walk and my new shoe strap snap, how nice RIGHT, so all the weird ideas came in my mind to get the shoe back to normal, no way am I going to throw a one day pair of shoe or limp whenever I am wearing it. We went to chinatown and I bought a broach and pinned them up, so nice! Now no one in the World has exact design as me. Coolness.

In time to come, I think I am going to do braiding. I found this new nice shop. :)

So we had blueberrycheese cake for breakfast tgt at bugis, moose cake texture that has standard. With concession, I feel hell glad, those traffic jam from the carpark, bus 11 is way better after alighting from a busstop.

Also the financial year 2008 was announced yesterday, all were up on papers this morning.
50% more for elderly (pretty fair to the aging population of SG) and my bursary were higher too, great. haha. $$$ There were much more details, no time to elaborate.

Happy girls with happy lame moves

We went to work an hour later for there were lesser calls for the day I guess.
We were a bit late as Su went to see a ear specialist for her block-ear problem.
Get well soon sukie.
Work was fine with my girls around.
I snack a lot today during work. Oh man.

Work starts
Lunch
Work ends for today

How I felt?
The environment were all working adults having those lanyard, those computer, those desk, those huge phone, those printers and even those surrounding people when I am lunching makes me feel I am out of school and joining the society. It was very flexible such that we can eat snack chat walk as long as we are serious and focus when covering our job scope. Simple job but I feel I actually enjoyed more in laboratory, seriously. Those worms makes me think more which I feels stress and a more “useful” person. But it is a part-time job, so why not, money flowing in beats anything more during 24/7 idling holidays (exclude project). Thanks Jayne for the job introduction. Dinner with aunty at Army market, she wanted to eat tulang desperately but we stopped her, it is such a messy business when one come using 10 fingers to eat in public. We had dumpling, hokkien mee, clyapot rice, ah ballings. Hell filling. Eyelids are heavy, bye.

alyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy + gekkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

I am a bit sick of subway now but I am still loving it though.

Where on earth can I find another lizard that always listen to what I have to say, excuses I gave her to defend myself, arguing non-stop on random topics, calling dating one another out anytime of the day. I got my CNY pictures developed, Emi was willing to be on spending spree but whatever that caught her fancy did not turned out as nice as it seems originally, I am not saying nothing fits on her well, just that slight measurement errors, either too tight or so. So we ate, pose for CNY pictures and look at the afternoon sky. HOT AH.

EMI always know when to snap shots and when to retreat from gross shots, haha.

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