an aching body
weary eyes
the return of old injuries
ouch.

worked late
on a sunday.
woke up early
monday blues.

got into the office by 8
carrying a million things
and trying not to get drenched.
stupid storm.

last minute details
sudden program add-ons
more backdrops pictures texts and whatnots.
argh make up your minds.

dear god, please don't let me screw up today.

it's been almost a week since i tried on this skirt and this jacket:

dad's rule: walk away from buying something on impulse. reconsider only if you're still thinking about it three busy days down the road.

i think i've passed that test. now...do i really need a nice furry jacket in sunny singapore? do i really need a skirt that barely covers my butt?

decisions decisions...... haha
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frivolous thoughts - good for short relief from horrid work thoughts *groan*

australia's top university!
19th in the world university rankings! woohoo!






childish yes, but nyah nyah we beat nus (22nd) and ntu (48th) and unsw (40th)! hah take that y'all!

i've been outa uni for nearly a year now (god has it been that long already!?), yet i can't help but feel pleased that my alma mata trumped all them other unis. perhaps it's time to go frame up my cert and photo-print all the pictures i took at my graduation haha

am missing melbourne heaps - my friends, the weather, the skiing, the long road trips, uni, the freedom, my apartment, the shopping, the trams, the colorful personalities, the yummilicious eateries, my trainings, the wakeboarding in freezing waters, etc...

have been catching up with a few melbournian friends lately, and getting updated on how everyone's doing and what they've all been up to. i'm especially proud of my baddy team - they took the silver spot in this year's australian university games!

ahhh melbourne melbourne sweet nostalgia...

it has been a while since mother nature last kicked up such a fuss!

deep rumbling growls and ear-splitting shrieks
all-encompassing glows and fiery flashes
tip-toeing breezes and tempestuous gales
light pitter-patters and raging downpours

i'm enjoying every second of this magnificently orchestrated performance...
and feeling mighty glad that i got home before it all began.

tonight's made for snuggling

a wicked storm
a cosy fireplace
fluffy cushions
and you...

i am l'invisible.

got home around 9 last night and the doors were wide open, so i breezed into the house.

being the quiet mouse i am, i didn't give a squeak when i deposited my slippers in the storeroom.

i walked past mum who was in the kitchen slicing up a yummy choc cake that she'd just baked. i floated past dad who was watching telly in the dining room.

they didn't notice me even though i was less than a metre away from both of them. and they had their side-profiles to me too. =/

then my sis, who was at the comp in the living room, called my mobile the moment i stepped into my room. dad didn't even hear the ring of my mobile.

it was only when i walked outa my room that daddy saw me (damn, missed the chance to pounce on him). i crept into the kitchen and mum turned and started talking before she registered that it was ME she was talking to. man that shocked look on her face and her "eh! when did you get home?!" was priceless. muahaha

i think i will holler "honeys i'm hooooommmeeee" when i get back tonight. =D

maybe...
seems like the only word we trust
so uncertain...
we stumble to understand our fall.

maybe we're starting to deal
(talkin' about us)
maybe this love can be real
(won't be walkin' away)
maybe inside we feel
i'm not talking about us.

maybe...
you can make me smile when you're around
you can be sunshine
but even sometimes the sunshine can bring me down.

maybe we're starting to deal
(talkin' about us)
maybe this love can be real
(won't be walkin' away)
maybe inside we feel
i'm not talking about us.

maybe ~ kaskade


am loving this...... =)

since i have decided that today is zenn-is-a-bimbotic-milk-carton day, i am going to be a complete airhead and complain about not having a suitable dress for my next big event.

the milk dinner 2005 will be held on 31st october (next monday, too soon too soon) and i've got nothing to wear. it is a black tie dinner with all the who's whos coming, and that is absolutely appalling.

to top that off, my colleague told me a few days ago that my boss has put me in charge of the auction, and i may have to "show off" some of the jewelry.

i may be a bimbo today, but i am no model.

i will never be 1.8metres tall, i do not have flawless skin, i am not gorgeous and sultry, i do not have big boobs, and i refuse to do the whole smile smile look-at-me smile smile twinkle-in-the-eye buy-me smile smile thing.

plus, i do not have THE DRESS.

i need it black so that i can flutter about in the shadows and be the wonderfully invisible events co-ordinator sashaying about making sure that all the things in my corner are going good.

i need it formal yet not stuffy; sexy yet not revealing; looking a million dollars yet just costing a minute fraction of that.

i need it atas and slinky and body-hugging so that the taitais in their $100,000 gowns with their $1,000,000 blingblings, $100,000 cosmetic surgeries and $10,000 hair&makeup can look at me - the spritely young thing - green-eyed (and not the colored contact lenses kind) instead of with distaste tsktsk.

*lifts chin up and flicks hair*

i kid. how will i ever be able to contend with them.

i want to say that, most importantly, i need a good, sensible head on my shoulders and above my dress (whatever it will be), coz that's the serious i-don't-want-to-screw-up i-must-not-say-the-wrong-things-to-the-wrong-people part of me talking, but i'm supposed to be a bimbo so i shall desist.

oh woe oh woe is me *brushes delicate hand across forehead dramatically*
wherefore art thou, dress!?!?!?! (and i haven't even been looking =/)

just a naive little girl
with a whirl of thoughts on her mind
yet choosing to look through rose-tinted glasses?

i need no lies.

this strip on oh la la paris made me smile

so i went to mr gisby's totally gay pet shop for more:

click on it to read the words properly. it goes out of focus when i drag it too big =S

it has been a crazy crazy day with awful cramps and a gloriously thunderous storm and all those other witchy things that happen to grouchy girls who overdose on ribena.

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i was thinking alot when getting the letters ready for mailing and putting together a media kit for the launch of a project, and one recurring thought was that of the guy who died in the swim leg of a recent triathlon.

it made me think of my dad, and how he'd told me just a few weeks back that everytime he goes for his run, he worries that he won't make it back home alive.

dad has always been relatively healthy and strong, and it's hard to think of him otherwise after a lifetime of looking up to him as a sportsman and an i-can-do-anything army-daddy.

i didn't know how to react when i found out some time last year that he has a heart problem.

he had an op - they did a bypass kinda thing by putting in a balloon to open up an artery, and i tried to make visiting him at the hospital a fun excursion - eating his food, telling him what he should order for dinner the next day, sharing the bed and watching telly etc.

but there was no running away from the fear that he will be taken away from us.

he's all well and good now, but his words jolted me out of denial and woke me up from a childish reverie in which people lived forever.

i think i'll join him for his next run.

i murdered many trees today.

churned out 947 letters, and they're all 3-pagers too.

tomorrow, the envelopes and address labels will join them in chastizing me.

*help*

without you, i'd probably just keep everything bottled up inside me until i explode with a (possibly) polite bang someday.

then people'll find bits and pieces of zenn all around the world, and they won't even know that those once belonged to a whole me.

*breathe in, breathe out, repeat*

thank you.

it's been awhile since a garfield strip made me laugh. but this one got a "ha" out of me today:

might be coz i'm feeling kinda mean. =/

i sometimes forget to bubblewrap myself.

ahhh just for cakes, here are 5 weird and random facts about me:

1. i don't eat daogay when they're in noodles and stuffs, but i eat them when they're stir-fried by themselves (like those you find at chicken rice stalls).

2. for years, i didn't touch anything that contained chilli, because coach told me that it's bad for my stamina.

3. i'm sometimes late for work because my eyelashes refuse to behave.

4. my handwriting can change dramatically, depending on my mood, what pen i'm using, what kinda material i'm writing on, and what it is that i'm writing.

5. i want to bite someone right now.


5 people next in line to sit on the weird and random throne?

errr......nah, only i can be queen =)

last night's football match ended in a disappointing draw, with both saf fc and geylang united putting up really dismal performances.

it was quite fun though, sitting up in the vip area with some uncles who're my dad's ex-colleagues, and with people who kept calling daddy "sir", and laughing at the players' silly mistakes (meanie, yes, i know...but they couldn't even pass the ball to each other properly). i would have so fallen asleep if i'd caught the game on telly, but being in the stadium with the saf fc cheerleaders (complete with er...sexy uniforms and rousing drumbeats) gave atmosphere to the whole thing, so i did rather enjoy it.


fawn and i got ourselves spray-painted with very amusing saf logo-thingies just before we returned to our seats after the half-time break where we had icky noods, otah, salty fried chicken and sponsored anderson ice cream at the vip lounge.

i was surprised to see that there was actually quite an okay turn-out *gasp* people actually paid to go watch! it was funny, how they shouted at the players, and looked all hair-tearingly frustrated when the opposite team scored or when their players did something dumb.

heh but we by-default-warrior-supporters didn't bet, so we laughed our way through the entire 94-minute match, while making the appropriate "GO, FASTER!!!", "GOAL!!!", "OH COME ONNNNNN!!!" etc... towards the end, the lousy referee looked like he was about to collapse and was barely able to keep up with the match, resulting in saf fc not being awarded a penalty they were supposed to get, so i happily shouted, "BOOOOO!!!" (but in a lady-like fashion of course) haha.

since we caught the match on saf fc's home ground in far-flung choa chu kang, we decided that it's only fair that we go to geylang for some dou jiang.

tried out the new rochor beancurd house branch at lorong 40 and it was heaps better than the usual doujiang youtiao place we go to. it's a small branch, and the service was pretty good especially since the guy/owner's young and bilingual. he even chuckled along with us when we laughed at how his "assistant wanted" sign had been vandalized.

translated: "female assassin wanted". heh

at shangri-la's lobby court right now, waiting for my parents to pick me up. just finished my $11.50 moccachino (ridiculous price for a small cuppa and 2 tiny cookies), and i'm hoping that my wireless internet bill won't run too high!

my 3pm meeting at the line lasted for an hour and a half - could have gone on longer 'cept that i had to cross the road to my boss' place to help him open the door and welcome his guests while he cleared more workstuffs at the meeting.

managed to get the lights and the a.c. working in his high-tech apartment, let the guests in and chatted with them like a *hopefully* good host, and even figured out how the water and ice dispensers worked and where the glasses were! *smart look* haha

the family'll be heading to choa chu kang later to catch a football match coz dad wants to watch haha. it's saf vs geylang. my very first s-league match. i'm hoping that they don't suck too bad haha

see, i support local football! riiiiight...haha

am super hungry...didn't have lunch today...*stomach growls angrily* i want to grab a bite while waiting, but i'm not parting with $16 for mere spring rolls, whether or not they're sesame-coated and filled with barbecued duck and sweet chilli jam (JAM!?!).

silly hotel prices.

argh where're them parents!!!!!! *twiddles freezing thumbs*

*edited*

do plagarism rules apply on the internet?

i just found out that someone swiped a whole chunk of one of my posts and put it up on her blog, seemingly passing it off as something she wrote.

that's not very nice. and not exactly original. at least give me some credit for having written it. imitation is a form of flattery i guess, but blatantly stealing other people's works is THEFT.

and no. changing some of the letters to caps and omitting certain words do not make any difference.

i am very annoyed.
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ahhh so the plot thickens and it has been established that it's not her fault, so i'm no longer annoyed with her - i'm glad we managed to clear matters up =)

but i'm not impressed with the person who did steal it off me, and who tried to pass it off as something he wrote.

a detecting job very well done, sleuth pecked. *salute*

managed to clear off a huge chunk of work, but there're still loads more waiting impatiently for my attention. BLEAH!

i'm refusing to do more today though.

while waiting for the rush hour crowd to clear so that the mrt won't be too crowded when i get on, i shall post photos that mum found over the weekend. these old passport pics had the four of us rolling with laughter. oh and old birthday cards too (man, my scribbles were atrocious!) haha

work has been a nightmare this week.

and it's only wednesday *help*

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(nightmare does not = me sleeping at work)

i need a massage. badly.

for my achey-breaky back and neck, for my poor butt that has been stuck to the chair for hours, and to drive away the throbbing in my head.

being chained to the desk and having to deal with thousands of data is sheer torture.

i hate excel. i hate names. i hate numbers. RAH!!!!!!!!!!!!

i don't usually eat breakfast, but i had this craving for maccas today, so i skipped down the road and got myself a DA ZAO CAN!!!!!!

yah it came in 3 plastic bags...i like it that the guy so conscientiously put everything in separate bags so that i don't have to use oily utensils and make a mess of everything, but whatever happened to saving the environment? heh *tough customer*

and i saved myself 80 cents since i chose not to get the meal. why? coz i happen to know how to make my own tea:
yummy yummy *pats my full tummy* but cannot eat everyday coz if i do, i'll look like this:


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big breakkie pics're posted specially for major (...), with love from colonel (evil) muahaha

went to the club for a swim yesterday, and managed to get some exercise before the day-long rain started pouring down.

sat about waiting for a tad after my shower, and i found the rain and my newly-rebuilt surroundings serenely beautiful...can't really see the drops of water in the photos, but here's a glimpse of the chinese swimming club from where i was seated:

potluck at janice's on saturday was yummy - chwee kway, fried rice, popcorn chicken, nuggets, bee hoon...and feng and i brought scrumptious da paolo cakes!!! woot!

feng, gracie and i then left for grace's, where dan joined us. we tu-ed and ate her ben&jerry's and spaghetti, before heading to icebox party world for another night of angelic serenades, o sole mio and phone bowling competitions with the pecked.

look! dan's not making a weird face! haha
hock hobbled down to join us...(he refuses to be left out of photowhoring sessions) *grin*

dan reverts to his usual facial expression:
it was good to unwind a bit, after a crazy saturday arvo spent dealing with a grumpy 4-year-old princess. =)

it's sad how i have become, not immune, but hardened to the things others tell of me.

i guess i can't control what comes out of other people's mouths, and i can't control what others think. i can only take solace in the fact that those who really matter will know who i really am.

fuck the rest.

it is hurtful (and if that's what the other party/parties mean to inflict, then congratulations to them) , and mind-boggling to be used as fodder for talk. it's not that i haven't been guilty of it myself, but i think i can quite safely say that i don't go around shooting my mouth off much.

hearing spiteful remarks of yourself being so callously thrown about, and cutting rumours being mindlessly passed on from mouth to ear - it's hard keeping the fences up to shield myself from being torn apart by the vultures nourishing their insecurities.

and it makes me extra wary, seeing that most of these said creatures are the acquaintances who greet me with charming smiles, but daggers stored in their hearts.

sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me. in the long run perhaps, for they seldom fail to send ripples of self-doubt and pain initially. i've always tried to shrug them off since i don't have any say in them anyway, plus the teeny fact that my conscience is clear. though i admit that sometimes, they're good in that they provide me with things to reflect upon. *shrug*

don't pass on speculation as fact, or spread gossip as truth.
but i guess it's always easier said than done/meant.

the cabbie was a speedy gonzalez with a white goatie who got me home in record time.

he started and ended every line with "xiao jie" (thinks of the sleazy "xiao jie, zuo ge peng you"), makes weird vibrating noises (maybe that's what makes his cab go so quick), and whistles when he's not vibrating.

i was a tad afraid that my rattling cab would crash into some innocent lamp post, or that the cabbie would slaughter me and dump me in some obscure corner of the earth. so tiny had my cab licence plate number, just in case. haha

but i guess no one will be betting on SHA4515E, coz i got home safe and sound *phew* =)

je suis ennuyé...





bored (official)

1: tired of the world; "bored with life"
2: uninterested because of frequent exposure or indulgence
3: wearied by the dull, repetitive or tedious.




bored (zennicial)

1: *yawn*

2: sitting at your desk with heavy eyes wide shut

3: browsing through blog after wordy blog, mindlessly checking emails, trying to sound chirpy when you answer the phone

4: no strength even to spout nonsense on msn

5: minimal work done in stifling office environment where aircon drones on loudly and continuously and hypnotizes you into a lifeless, blank-brained state

6: eating coco crunch off a tissue paper, just to keep you from falling asleep

7: pouring more water into a mug than it can handle, leaving a puddle on the table for the ants to swim in, choking on the first gulp you take *cough cough merlion splutter splutter*

8: general feeling when it's dark and dreary and raining outside and you're stuck on an uncomfortable chair instead of being all warm (insert "and snuggly" if appropriate male body is available) in bed

8: not being able to count


i need a cuddle. =(

~from today's today, page 30~

the ubersexual - macho, stylish, cultured, politically aware, passionate and emotionally attuned.

a new term for classifying a breed of men who are supposedly a cut above the metrosexuals.

instead of men who embrace their more feminine side with the use of nail polish and diamond studs (think david beckham), the ubersexual is a male who is confident, masculine, stylish, global and compassionate, and who also respects women, and not be completely ignorant of anything cultural outside of sports, beer, burgers and athletic shoes.

sounds too good to be true. oh actually, i do know some guys who fit the ubersexual bill...and i happen to find them much more attractive than i find bono, george clooney and bill clinton (the oldies who were listed as the top 3 ubers).

*rolls eyeballs* whatever will they come up with next.

introducing......*drum roll*

anyone wana give me their nano so that they can buy the sexy new 30gb/60gb black or white ipod with video support and a large color display?!

better yet, anyone wana give me a sexy new ipod? *shameless* heh

jeux d'énfants

hold me close and hold me fast
the magic spell you cast

love me if you dare.

you never know who's waiting for you
you never know when love is coming your way
but if tonight i look again into your eyes
then it's you, and it's me you love

green monster

thoughts swirling wildly in murky seas...

i do despise myself sometimes.

just a couple of days after i waxed lyrical about how i cannot live without my ipod, it goes on strike.

i couldn't turn my mini on this morning.

i tried everything! holding onto the middle button, holding on to the menu & middle buttons at the same time, holding on to the play button, shaking it, knocking it against my palm, talking to it.....

i was traumatized. turned white, fingers trembled, cold feeling washed over me...the works. i endured the 45 minutes on public transport with strange voices, grunts, piercing laughters and disgusting snorts assaulting my delicate senses.

till i got to the office and hit the panic button.

the applecare guy with the sexy americano-indiano accent comforted me and, after picking me up asking for my details, proceeded to patiently listen to my problem (how many guys will do that these days?! oh yah, he's paid to do so. dang!).

i didn't have my applecare number on hand, so he said that he would only be able to give me basic help. he then suggested that i press the menu and middle buttons at the same time, then hold. he even managed to hide the fact that he was rolling his eyes and going "oh, not another idiot who doesn't know how to turn her ipod on" in the back of his mind.

i did as i was told, even though i'd already done it countless times this morning. and lo and behold, it worked! it's a conspiracy, i tell you, apple just made it such that all ipods will pretend to spoil once in awhile, and not work until you give their applecare people some business.

like magic, the apple icon appeared on screen, signalling the rebirth of my mini. i was flabbergasted. the shock (and joy) had me stunned for a moment. i decided that i needed to save myself from being proven an idiot.

"it's still not working", i mumbled. and blabbered on nonsensically for a few seconds, until he said apologetically "why don't you bring it to your nearest apple store, they can troubleshoot it for you there".

i said ok and thank you, and replied "you too" to his cheery "thanks for calling applecare, you have a good day now" before hanging up, relieved that i can turn my mini on now, and that i didn't completely turn applecare guy off.

riiiiiiggghhht. haha =D

the death toll for the south asia killer quake keeps rising, from an early estimate of 18,000 to the latest 40,000.

the chances of pulling survivors out from under all that rubble diminish as the hours pass, but as foreign aid pours in, i'm hoping that we will hear of more miracle stories - like the baby and his mum who were pulled out after being trapped for 3 days (the baby was unscathed, the mum with a broken leg).

the first quake pictures that surfaced had my dad and i staring at the telly in disbelief - tens of people standing in a semi-circle atop a mountain of rubble, all just watching one man shovel some concrete. eye-power indeed. maybe they didn't have the tools, maybe they're in too much of a shock, etc. but dad and i could think of a million other things they could be doing to help, instead of just standing around on top of fallen buildings. *shrug* and cnn/bbc had that footage on loop too - a hidden message perhaps?

i cannot imagine lying in the musky dark, buried under tons of concrete - familiar surroundings that have been utterly destroyed; having to deal with the excrutiating pain of twisted metal crushing my limbs, fighting for air, calling out in vain.

dying alone.

one of the survivors' few solaces? that it's the month of ramadan, and many muslims believe that those who go at this time are blessed.

after this comes the rebuilding, of villages that have been wiped out, of lives that will forever be scarred. but history has taught me that human beings can be surprisingly strong in the face of adversity.

yet another addition to this year's string of (natural and man-made) tragedies - how much worse is it going to get?

yesterday's hiccups lasted from 7.30am, all the way till just before i fell asleep at 10pm (thank god i slept early last night).

give or take a few hours when they were kind enough to give me a break, i estimate that i hic-ed for about 12 hours straight.

that's about 5400 hiccups (at one hiccup every 8-10seconds. yes, i timed it).

still had two bouts of hiccups today, but they seem to be getting sick of me jolting like an idiot. i hope they stay away. *hic*

i've been jumping like a consistently shocked rabbit all day.

dear god, please stop my hiccups.

*hic* *hic hic* *hic hic hic*

*hic*

this morning, i found out that i've become one of those i-cannot-travel-without-my-ipod people.

we got outa the house and mum drove me to the train station. it was only when we're halfway through the journey that i finally realized why my bag felt so empty.

i am the girl who's guilty of making her mum double back so that i can grab my ipod. (hey! i'd have gone back even if i was on a bus! except that i'd have found out that i didn't bring my ipod before i even got on the bus coz i'd be plugged in even before i left the house! *excuses excuses*)

yes spoilt brat, stubborn mule, horrible petrol-wasting girl is me. but i just could not bear jostling with the morning crowd (and later with the evening crowd) without my ipod *imagines the loud irritating conversations, the chipmunks talking, the inane chatters...and did i mention LOUD?*

you can do without it when you don't have it. but once you do get it...you're forever chained...

don't mess with the pod

the family had a feast today, and i was the chef! =D

i rustled up yummy brandy-marinated steaks, grilled cheese portabellos, sauteed white button shrooms, baked sliced potatoes with herbs and a crisp green salad with q-p mayo. mmmmm *satisfied grin*

it's been awhile since i last cooked...and memories of all the times i spent slaving in the kitchen in melbourne came flooding back.

too much brandy though...i'm rather tipsy *hic*


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i finally caught goal. newcastle, chelsea, liverpool, manchester united, raul, beckham, shearer, some weird and some sexy accents, sensitivity, family, a dream come true - it's a rather engaging show (though quite dramamama), the usual feel-good plot and all. i enjoyed it even though i was having a slight headache (from the alco!).

sleep time! damn...a brand new work week *mumble grumble*

the myth was ridiculous...but rather amusing...especially the bit when jackie said the above. complete with the thumbs-up! rofl!

wednesday...old friends are the dearest...

i cancelled two tortion classes because, just like any sane (and irresponsible) person, i'd much rather hang out with my closest friends, than spend time desperately trying to knock some sense into cheeky kids' heads.

so lydia (pronounced "leee-deee-yaah", coz fengmin thinks maria's just too common a name for me), mum (feng) and supermum (gracie) headed to town for some shopping, and dinner at lucky plaza!

we sat about in the foodcourt after eating, and feng told a joke that had gracie and i in fits of laughter for ages:

go ask her for the joke. and remember to picture whatever she says =P

we went to party world to meet dan and chuwen after, where my two sweet-voiced angels sang alongside two pavarottis. of course, we had to take photos with feng's trusty k750i (my camera's sadly mia coz it got left at home)...



gracie & dan's new addition to the family was there too! and after many a failed attempts at naming it, i shall continue calling cornelius' mail-order friend "it", though it seems like they're leaning towards naming it wellington.

that kid learns fast. when it saw mummy sing, it decided to try it out:

and loved it, by the looks of it =)

thanks for the pics feng!

=)

one good thing about having had no life outside of work, tortion, coaching, msn and home these past weeks?

your mum doesn't grumble when you call to say that you're not coming home for dinner tonight =)

cornelius' mail-order friend has arrived! to prepare for his arrival, corny took a much-needed bath in the sink:

doesn't he look happy swimming about...ahh all nice and clean...he's still not as shiny as his new friend though:

welcome er...i don't know his name...but er...corny's mail-order friend, welcome to the madcap gracie&dan family!

i think it's time to remind everyone that i'm actually really quite gorgeous (sans helmet):

so don't judge me by my headwear! (or how goofy and shameless i am!) wahaha

an afternoon convo made me think.

i find that alot of time in my life is spent waiting.

waiting for people to arrive, waiting to go to the loo, waiting to cut my hair, waiting for food, waiting to return, waiting to leave, waiting for someone to wake up...silently waiting waiting waiting.

good things come to those who wait. sometimes, that's true. sometimes rushing things just make me feel like a fool - coz i realize on hindsight, that i wouldn't have screwed it up if i'd just waited that liiiiitle while longer.

then again, sometimes those who wait are made fools of. all for nought.

absence makes the heart grow fonder. yes, for me at least, when it comes to some people. i don't like missing out on anything, and when i'm not physically there, it feels like a part of me is empty. it makes me think. constantly. but i guess it makes it all the sweeter, when the wait is finally over.

then again, absence can also make the heart grow colder. distance is no good - unless both parties really want it to work. the loneliness, the moments when doubt creeps in, the painful yearning. bleah.

i know i put myself in all these waiting situations - i chose/choose to wait (maybe it's some error in my genetic make-up or i'm dumb or whatever) - and i don't regret. but sometimes i do wonder: has any good come out from all the waiting i've done? and will any good come out of all the waiting i'm doing? some yes-es, i guess. i hope.

guess i'm an old-fashioned, patiently-impatient kinda girl in many ways. =)

dad brought out the new-issue saf helmet yesterday...and since he said that it's much more comfortable than the old one, i decided to try it on (just to entertain my exam-stressed sister):

yes, i even took the guns out from the display cabinet, to give it a touch of authenticity (and also coz, without the guns, i looked like one of those uncles selling cheapo wafer ice cream off a motor-cart - like the one in front of paragon)!

i'm so uncool, i had to run away from myself:

piccies from a while back, when we're chilling in hock's room...:


minmin attempted to retell a joke we heard from a few nights back...

"a teacher was teaching a group of overseas students english, and asked if anyone could form a sentence using the words 'chicken', 'nut', and 'bread'..."


*words should be said in a filipino accent, which feng did, 'cept that she stumbled on the punchline...and it's hilarious!

**filipino accent: "last night, i bring my sister to the 'ospital, coz chicken nut bread" = normal accent: "last night, i brought my sister to the hospital, coz she cannot breathe"!