Mysteries of Life

Random depression

2006-03-04T00:19:00.000-08:00

The weather is something that affects my mood greatly.

Like now, as I'm looking out the window, I get depressed when I see the hot 420pm sun shining down, with all its stuffiness and humidity. I get even more depressed when I look down at my law notes. Notes that I should be studying right this minute.

I just learnt that provocation is a valid defence for murder. Not a TOTAL defence, you still have to go to jail for a very very very long time. You're just spared the noose.

But that also means that if you provoke someone, and that someone kills you in the heat of the moment, the court doesn't consider him or her a murderer.

Do you know that most of the provocation cases I've read so far are about men killing their wives, girlfriends and even ex-girlfriends?

I read about this man who killed his young wife because she gave him a "talk to the hand" gesture. It's apparently some kind of big taboo in their tribe for a woman to do that to her husband. *shrugs*

Then there was another man, who after killing his ex-girlfriend in the heat of the moment, decided to run off to the rooftop of one HDB flat, and tried to commit suicide. He first decided to try drowning himself in the water tank, but later discovered it was too shallow. Undeterred, he decided to try hanging himself from the top of the top of the water tank with his belt. But the belt broke or something. Then, still trying to die, he proceeded to accumulate courage to jump the building. His courage never came. The police did.

When love turns sour, and the law steps in.

A mockery is made of the sweetness, excitement and anticipation one used to feel, when one looks into the eyes of the other.

Told you I felt depressed.

2006-02-21T19:18:00.000-08:00

A friend of mine recently saw a picture of me, taken 2 years ago.

She took one look at me, and told me, "You're lucky u grew up."

I didn't know whether to feel insulted or complimented.

Oh well...

Survival Skills

2006-01-31T00:16:00.000-08:00

A friend of mine recently gave me some advice, relating to survival skills in the forest.

We were talking about snakes.(You would probably like to know how we got to the subject. Let me tell you... I forgot *shrugs*)

We were talking and talking, when I decided to ask him, "So what should one do if one meets a python in the forest?" I didn't really expect to hear anything encouraging. Afterall, my own answer to that question is to say my prayer and prepare to die.

BUT, to my big surprise, he turned to me with this really serious expression on his face and said, "Janice, listen very carefully to what I'm gonna say to you, it may save your life one day."

I stopped smiling and got serious. I mean, did u hear what the man saY?! IT's gonna save MY life one day!!!

After making sure I was staring very hard at him, he continued, "The first thing you should do is to lie down."

My eyebrows rose, but I nodded as I took notes.

"Then, you must lie very very still as the python slithers towards you."

I stopped writing.

"Then you must let the python swallow you up to your thigh area. REMEMBER! You must make sure not to move at ALL as the python is swallowing you"

My eyebrows rose even higher as I now started to gap at him.

"Then, once the python has swallowed you up to your thighs, take our your swiss army knife and slit it open from inside." He finally finished.

Aside from acknowledging that the above was the least likely to be followed advice I have ever heard in ALL my 19 years, I had one more question, "What if I don't have a swiss army knife with me?"

He looked at me as if I'm an idiot, "Then don't go into the forest."

Now why didn't I think of that...

2006-01-27T19:01:00.000-08:00

Today is Chinese New Year's eve.

I am Chinese.

I am sitting at my desk, in front of my computer, blogging.

I have a 1500-word memorandum to finish.

By 1159pm tonight.

That is all I have to say.

2006-01-20T02:12:00.000-08:00

I was bored.

I didn't feel like studying...

So guess what I did? :p

lol...I'm becoming a bimbo...oh well..

NARUTOOOOOO!!!!!

2006-01-13T05:53:00.000-08:00

When my kid sister first started talking about some show called "Naruto", I thought it was another lame kiddy japanese anime.

I even went so far as to scoff and laugh at my 18 year old sister, who was addicted to this show that seemed incredibly childish to me. What with its strong ninja flavour, and element of good vs evil. Not to mention the fact that MOST of the main characters were 12 years old.

I am being punished for my arrogance and mock sophistication.

I made the mistake of watching one 20 minute episode with my sister. Just for the fun of it you know *shrugs*. And I was hooked.

I started racing through all the episodes that my sister had managed to borrow from her friend. I watched an average of 25 epsiodes in one day. Waking up early in the morning, sleeping late into the night, and muching on just bread and biscuits for meals since cooking takes up valuable TIME!! (If you're wondering, I was having my hols then)

Anywae, the point is, my speed of watching became about like at least 10 times faster than that of my sister's. And since she would only borrow the next batch of Naruto after she has finished what she has presently, and since she is presently buried neck deep in projects now, and since she refuses to watch abit faster(How INCONSIDERATE right!! Honestly!), I am stuck at episode 90.

I have considered downloading from the internet. But there's two problems:
1) The time for dl one small episode is ridiculously long. Like almost one day!!
2) After watching all those news where people get caught and fined for dl stuff, I simply can't bring myself to try the law. Call me a coward, whatever.

SO now I have no avenues to turn to. And no where to vent my frustration other than right here on my blog. And that is why today's post is called, "NARUTOOOOOO!!!!!"

2006-01-09T01:43:00.000-08:00

I have been leered at, whistled at and even approached POLITELY by men(and boys alike) in all my 19 years thus far.

BUT, never EVER, have I been showed "appreciation" in the manner I have had today.

I was minding my own business and walking home from the bus-stop, when as I crossed the road, this MAN riding a BICYCLE, rode towards me.

And when his bicycle passed by me, he yelled at me, "I like to lick your ass!"

And then he cycled away.(For some strange reason, I found the cycling bit very comical.)

At that point in time, I didn't react immediately for 3 reasons:
1) I was listening to my ipod then, so I wasn't sure I had heard rightly at that point in time.
2) I was trying to recall from all my law school readings whether or not what the guy just did constituted sexual harrassment.
3) I honestly had no idea how to react. Should I swear at him? How bout wave my fist at him? How bout kicking his bicycle off balance, then when he falls to the ground, proceed to stomp him in the groin? (I personally like the third)

But all that is beside the point. The main question bugging me is: What in the world is that MAN expecting when he did what he did, coming up to me like that?

Does he expect me to punch him? To blush? To swear at him? To haul him to the police station? Or even to say, "Come on and lick baby.."??

I mean, SERIOUSLY, what in the world are you expecting to hear or get that will pleasure u, you SICKO LOSER, PSYCHOTIC PERVERT!!!!

I have one advice for you.

Get a LIFE and a DOCTOR FOR THAT MATTER!!!!!

2006-01-03T05:19:00.000-08:00

My plane leaves in exactly 9 hours and 3 minutes...

2006-01-01T22:30:00.000-08:00

I was bored.

So on(or is it "in"? hmm..) a moment of impulse, I started going through some news archives.

I wished I haven't.

Then I wouldn't have seen this.

*shudder*

I am Chinese

2005-12-31T01:20:00.000-08:00

I am Chinese. Well ok, Peranakan, to be more exact.

However, according to this website: http://www.faceanalyzer.com, I am 8% East Indian, 67% Middle Eastern and 25% Anglo-Saxon.

Hmm...

Road affair...

2005-12-31T00:31:00.000-08:00

Today I was driving on the road.

As I pulled to a stop at a red light junction, I noticed something very interesting about the driver of the car beside me.

He was sleeping.

Now, I must say that I make it a point not to discriminate against people who like to sleep. And of cos, WHERE and WHEN they sleep.

HOWEVER, when I see the driver of this otherwise empty car sleeping, with his engine running, his hazard light on, and at a red light junction which can turn green any minute, I can't help but cast him a second glance.

How in the world is he gonna know when the light turns green??

Is he waiting for the sound of a horn(or hornS)??

Has he previously timed the duration of this particular red light??

OR is he just gonna park his car there until he has slept his fill??

I didn't get to find out the answer because the light turned green at this point in time. But as my car started to move forward, along with the other cars on the road, the driver did not wake. So needless to say, his car remained stationary.

And as I looked back at that car through my rearview mirror, and saw his serene sleeping face, not to mention the angry and frustrated faces of the drivers of the row of 6 cars stuck behind him, I said a silent prayer for the guy. Amen.

2005-12-29T02:41:00.000-08:00

Then again, maybe not...

Tagboard

2005-12-26T06:11:00.000-08:00

Unable to understand why my friends and readers rarely comments on my posts, I did a mini survey which allows me to go around to everyone I see(in person or on msn), demanding, "Why in the world do you not comment on my posts when it's obvious from our conversations that you read my blog??!!" *snarl*

Below are the answers I have obtained so far:

Person 1, "Aiyah, it's very mahfan(troublesome) to post comments lar..It's your OWN fault for not having a properly working TAGBOARD mah..Will be much easier to comment on that mah.."

Person 2, "No TAGBOARD how to comment sia..."

Person 3, " Har? You have a TAGBOARD meh?? How come I never knew that??!!"

Person 4, "Blah Blah Blah TAGBOARD Blah Blah Blah.."

Person 5, "TAGBOARD!!!"

Person 6, "..." *slowly raises a sign that reads TAGBOARD*

...

Do you see a pattern?

I do.

My response:
My dear friends and readers, let me try to explain the situation to you. I have tried (oh believe me I have TRIED) to get a normal, decent, fully working, fully functional tagboard, just like those that ALL of you have on your BEAUTIFUL and SOPHISTICATED blogs.

BUT, it seems that I'm severely discriminated against due to the fact that I am a techno idiot.

HENCE, though I have tried again and again and again and again and again(you get what I mean) to register for a nice, quaint little tagboard, the plan backfires on me EVERY single time.

EACH time I register for a tagboard, the tagboard website shows me nice pictures and pop-up boxes that says wonderful things like 'Congratulations! You have succeded in getting a tagboard!" or "The tagboard is yours!!" or "You have a fully functional tagboard now!!" or "You're finally part of our great big TAGBOARD family now!!!"

And EVERY single time, I find myself in a mood of extreme anticipation and exhilaration.

For Example: Hands shaking as I transfer the tagboard code onto my blog's template. Blood pulsing as I click on the link to my blog. Heart pounding as I wait for my blog to load on my com. Etc etc etc.

BUT EACH and EVERY one of those times, I end up with that pathetic slip you see on my blog, that attempts to pass itself off as a tagboard.

After the 1000th attempt, I gave up.

And THAT is why I don't have a normal tagboard.

Ps: SO would you all stop insisting on commenting ONLY if you see ONE??!! Please oh please oh please......

2005-12-22T23:14:00.000-08:00

My exam results are out...

I didn't fail!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yay. *grinz*

Feel my joy people. Feel my joy.

Ps: Btw, the date should be 23rd december. My blog feels my joy so much, it can't remember the date.

2005-12-16T01:17:00.000-08:00

Type of weather I hate: Hot, Humid, Stuffy.

Unfortunately, I was born, bred and raised in a country where the above haunts me ALL year round.

I wrote the above statements, looking at the hot blazing sun shining outside. But the moment I finished typing the full stop. The sun stopped blazing. So this post kinda lost some of its meaning.

So I shall stop typing for now.

But I'll be back.

With the weather.

Stay tuned.

TV

2005-12-14T02:55:00.000-08:00

*Watching Tv*

Scene: Kitchen
This guy in glasses is walking very slowly into a kitchen, not unzombielike (If there's such a word)

He is carrying a big candle.

*watches on in silence*

He puts the candle into a hot pan of oil.

he starts crying.

Let the record show that there is constant sad music playing in the background

His mother scolds him for putting the candle in the oil.

He cries harder and runs out of the kitchen.

***

Scene: Street
Guy mentioned above walks into the street with a suitcase

He is stopped by a girl.

He told her in an emotionless voice, "The candle you gave me has finished burning"

She looks at him and tells him emotionlessly, "I'll get you another one then"

They stare at each other emotionlessly

Romantic sad music plays on.

Note: I suspect that the guy and girl above were trying to show some kind of sad lovey dovey emotions. I derived this from the music, the constant twitching of the guy's eye and the slightly wooden smile on the girl's face. Call me perceptive. *Shrugs*

*switches tv off*

2005-12-13T04:47:00.000-08:00

What can I say. I'm Narcissistic. *shrugs*

2005-12-13T04:20:00.000-08:00

I recently used the camera in my phone to take a picture of myself.

I shall post it on this site soon.

I have already sent it to my email.

It should be here any moment now.

*silence*

Any moment now.

The Art of Communication

2005-12-08T05:26:00.000-08:00

I went shopping today.

I walked into this shop that had interesting looking clothes.

I proceeded to pick up a rather charming skirt from a pile that proclaimed itself to be "Best Deal!! 50% OFF!!!"

I motioned to the sales girl, "Can I try this skirt on?"

She looked startled by me, and rather flustered for some reason. *shrugs* Don't ask me why.

But that's not the point. So let's get on with the story.

Anyway, she somehow recovered from her shock and then pointing at the skirt, said, "You can try others but this."

Upon hearing that, my mind momentarily went blank.

My first thought: Freak! Out of ALL the clothes in the shop which can be tried on, I had to take a liking to the ONLY one in the shop which can't. Talk about murphy's law. How 'sway' can one get?!

I gaped at the sales girl for about 5 seconds before the truth descended upon me.

Let us recap:

Sales Girl's statement: You can try others but this.

My interpretation: You can try EVERYTHING in this shop but THAT skirt you are holding in your hand SUCKER!!! Wahahahahaha!!!

Her true meaning: Would you like to look around for something else to try on with that skirt? *Smiles sweetly*

Upon realising that, I became ridden with guilt.

Here she was, this kind salesgirl, wanting me to look around for more clothes to try on. And there I was, this meanie, who twist her words and make her look so unfriendly.

But then, my friend michelle said something that struck a chord in my heart, "The Art of Communication."

Indeed indeed, such is the wiseness of that statement.

Indeed, indeed.

2005-12-01T02:43:00.002-08:00

I was flicking the remote today..

Channel surfing in an attempt to create some kind of excuse not to look at my study notes...

Then I saw this new toy.

I can't remember the exact name. But it was SUPER cool and downright AWESOME.(Do I sound like someone from the 70s Show?)

It was this drawing thingie. Apparently this is how it works. You use some pen they provide and draw on this board they provide. THEN, when you put this car they provide, on the line that you draw with the pen they provide on the board they provide, the car will apparently follow the line you drew withe the pen they provide on the board they provide, and start moving!!

I mean, how EXCITING is that!!

Imagine this. You draw doddles, the car will move in doddles. Then if you draw stars, the car will move in stars. Aren't you worked up with ANTICIPATION yet??!!! I know I am!!!

And you know what's the best part??

You can get one of those at just $19.90!!!

Sure beats the barbie dolls that I used to play with during my days.

2005-11-30T02:07:00.000-08:00

It's been quite a while since my last post on Exams...

You would probably think that my exams are over already...

Well, you're wrong.

I have an exam on friday.

Contract Law. Lotsa cases. All must remember. Sad Life as always.

You are probably thinking to yourself, "Why is she still blogging then??!!"

Nothing really.

Just wanted to tell you all that I'm still alive.

UNLIKE this blog.

No COMMENTS.

What in the world is a Mai Tai?

2005-11-22T07:40:00.000-08:00

You are a Mai Tai

You Are a Mai Tai

You aren't a big drinker, but you'll drink if the atmosphere is festive.
And when you're drunk, watch out! You're easily carried away.

What Mixed Drink Are You?

2005-11-15T13:13:00.000-08:00

I have an exam in 2 days time. An online exam. 3 hours long. 3 compulsary questions.

After taking into account downloading time, uploading time, "screaming at the computer for being too slow" time, and "stoning at at the screen" time, I would have about 40 minutes for each question. And I probably have to spend 90% of those time looking up my materials to figure out things to write.

I should be studying. I should be practising my typing speed on typer shark. I should not be blogging.

But watch me as I ignore all the above and strive on to blog.

I had a weird dream yesterday. I can only remember snippets of it:
1) There was a lantern.
2) I vaguely remember seeing characters who were supposed to be only in existance in Gimore Girls.
3) I remember feeling very happy.
4) I remembered someone telling me that Eunos(a part of Singapore, which is not part of China, I must say) was south of France.
5) I remembered actually believing that and agreeing with it.

Then I woke up.

I felt very happy until I realise it was all a dream.

Now I'm depressed and moody.

I have to go study.

2005-11-12T23:06:00.000-08:00

You know what I really hate?

Being sick.

As ALWAYS, I was right.

The flu did explode in my face.

Fever.

38.5 degrees.

You can imagine how GREAT I felt the last few days. Actually, you can also imagine how GREAT I feel NOW.

Oh yes, did I tell you my exams start next week?

My life's GREAT!.

2005-11-05T22:43:00.000-08:00

I'm sick.

Nono, not sick perverse lar! Honestly, what goes on in those brain of yours?! *Shake Head* I'm just sick sick lar...

But it sucks nontheless. Not only does it suck, I am now forced to embark on a new campaign. That of the name, "Sucking lozenges like there's no tomorrow." *suck suck*

Basically, I have the common flu. BUT, (goodness knows why)I always get the sneaky type of flu. The one that starts with my throat feeling just a teeny weeny bit scratchy, that then develops cunningly, bit by bit, into sore throat, that then EXPLODES (often in my face) into full blown flu, aka fever, running nose, blocked nose, puffy eyes, headaches, etc etc etc...*suck suck*

In addition to all that, I have a report and a 10-inch thick research file binder due on monday.

My life sure rocks. *suck suck*

2005-11-01T17:16:00.000-08:00

Today I must really talk about the weather.

It's horrible.

It's hot. It's humid. It's stuffy. It gives me pimples.

It's just horrible.

2005-10-31T22:45:00.000-08:00

Was looking at my previous post, and thought that my last sentence sounded a tad self-righteous....oh well, I take the intergrity part back then...

BUT, I still think you should pay your bus fare, branded-bag lady.

Paying your bus fare

2005-10-27T21:54:00.000-07:00

When you get ON the bus, you tap your bus card on the sensor for the FIRST time.

Then, ONLY when you get OFF the bus, do you then tap your bus card on the freaking sensor for the SECOND time.

You do NOT tap your bus card on the sensor, simply when you walk from the front of the bus to the back, when you have JUST got ON the frigging bus.

Now, which of the 3 simple instructions above do you not understand?!

Trust me. If you can afford to spend a few hundred bucks on a branded bag, you can afford to pay for your bus fare. If you can afford to support your materialism, you can definitely afford your INTEGRITY.

2005-10-20T18:58:00.000-07:00

When I was this young young young gal, I looked down on Peter Pan.

In fact, I scoffed at him on a regular basis. Seriously.

I mean, here I was, this teensy weeny mite of a gal, trying to grow up, and acting grown up while waiting for the actual process(Lots of people do! *defensive* Don't pretend! I bet you did that too! Don't look around, I'm talking bout u! *points*), and there he was, an adult really, trying to act kiddy and going, "I don't ever want to grow up!" blah blah blah...Honestly! How childish can one get yar...

And then, I started to actually grow up.

At first, this was great! I mean, I can finally start choosing my own clothes, go out late with friends, buy my own food(meaning no more vegetables), etc etc etc. Life was awesome!

And then, guess wad?

What goes up must come down.

Wanna go back Jc!!!!! *whines*

2005-10-09T20:00:00.000-07:00

Today, I gave my LAST tuition session.

But You know, the overall feeling I'm getting in this aftermath has been pretty strange so far.

After complaining and grumbling to anyone around me who would care to listen, for 8 whole months, bout how he doesn't seem interested in learning, bout how meagre a fee I'm charging, bout how much blood I vomit after each and every session, I feel..well..strange!

Suddenly, I have so much time on my hands. I mean, I now have an extra 4.5 hours every single week(5 hours once I take travelling into account)! And I have no idea how to spend it. (Shake head)

Studying would make me feel pathetic, slacking would make me feel guilty, and doing half of each would just be plain boring. There doesn't seem to be a good way out of this, know what I mean. (There better be some nodding around *growl*)

Ok, strange feelings aside!

I'm sure the dear readers of my blog have noticed the recent changes in it! (I know that many of you out there are the silent lurkers type, but no worries, love ya all the same, and look! I even set up a website counter to keep track of you lot! =D)

A change of background and two new additions: a tag board(which doesn't exactly work the way I expected it to work, but does indeed work! *beams* so thanks Xinyi, I coped the website from your blog. :p AND big thanks to Vicky and Mel who were one of the first taggers of this new member of my family. Chyi, Miss you lots!! AND mich, u too!! Don't forget all of us here cos ur distracted by the gorgeous cambridge boys ok :p) AND a beautiful website counter which is something I've always wanted!! So YAYYYY!!!!

I must say, that though these were all products of my recent bordem (school work is not eactly entertaining), I'm mighty proud of them! So enjoy my dear readers, and come read often. (At least boost my web count so I have something to brag about yar! =D )

Driving test

2005-10-07T02:28:00.000-07:00

I have possibly never been so nervous in my entire life...

TODAY. And I mean TODAY. I took my driving test for the very first time EVER

8:15am
I reported at the waiting room. (With sweaty palms, and a heart that seemed ready to burst out of my rib-cage any moment judging by the rate and magnitude it was doing the stuff that normal average hearts do. Beat.)

8:30am
I started my warm-up session. The air-con was cold, so I turned it down. The car was silent, so I tried to liven up the situation by yapping. Didn't work.

9:00am
Warm-up session ended. Proceeded to testers' office to await my coming fate. Started feeling alittle faint. Wonder what would happen if I threw up. Decided not to try my luck.

9:20am
Testor called my name. Very tall testor. About 2 heads taller than me. Or maybe I was just short. Heart started pounding harder.

9:25am
Test started.

10:00am
Test ended. Couldn't remember a single thing that happened in the test. Followed silent, brooding testor out of the car, back to the testor's office, without a clue whether I had passed or failed.

10:05am
Saw with my very OWN eyes, testor circling the word "PASSED". (Wahahahahaha!!!!)

10:06
Threw up on testor.

Nah..just kidding.. :p

2005-10-05T20:55:00.000-07:00

Today, while driving on the road, I saw this lady, jay-walking about 20 feet away from the position of my car.

Now, you might tell me, "Janice, that's so common lar! What's so worth blogging about?!"

Of course of course, if she was merely just doing an illegal crossing, me attempting to describe her actions would render me deserving of the accusation, "BORING!"

BUT, let me hurry to restore my reputation of being a FUN person!

This lady, I would like to add, was not only jay-walking, in an area famous for accidents and at a time we people like to call RUSH HOUR. At the exact SAME moment, she was also busying herself with:
1) typing on her handphone
2) adjusting her earphones
3) screaming at her friend (who I might like to add was already safely on the other side of the road) to wait for her.

Now imagine this scenario, a busy main road with cars zooming up and down, the beautiful sounds of the symphony we drivers like to call "Horns of irritated road drivers", and a lady dressed in knee length skirt and 3 inch heels strolling CALMLY and SLOWLY across this road with apparently no awareness of the dire state she was in(Many of the drivers I saw around me had blood-shot eyes and POSSIBLY baseball bats in their cars).

( At this point in time, I have actually forgotten why I went to all this trouble of describing what I had done above, but I'm just gonna bluff my way through)

So, hence, thus, in conclusion, I would just like to say, (The following sentence should be read with a kiddy voice) " To all kids out there, don't follow the bad bad bad example of the auntie up there ok? " =D

Fun

2005-10-02T04:21:00.000-07:00

Been reading my recent posts.

If i were not me, i would probably think, "This is one depressed 19 year-old!"

BUT seriously, I'm not like that at all!! Just ask all my friends!!

I mean, I may be quite prim and proper at times, but HONESTLY, I really DO understand the meaning of having fun! Anyone who doesn't think so raise your hand. (Narrows eyes and crack knuckles)

I mean, just the other day, me and my friend happen to meet each other outside the library...

There I was lounging on one of those dusty green sofas outside the library, after my torts test(don't ask), idlying my time away, and there she was strolling towards me, waving quite happily.

"Whatcha doing?" She asked, fluffing her hair.

"Nothing much lar..killing time before going for driving lesson at 440pm lor.." I answered, chewing on my fattening(But seriously quite uplifting) mars bar.

"Really?!" Her eyes sparkled. " I have a driving test later on at 5pm too! Where're you taking driving?" She asked, quite interested.

"Yio Chu Kang lor.." I mumbled, still chewing on the mars bar.

"What? Bukit Batok? Me too!!" She squeals, quite happy. "Arh! I know! Why not you wait for me lar..Then after my class, let's take a cab there together lar!"

At this point in time, any averagely intelligent individual would have corrected my dear friend's mistake. But noooooo....

"Hmm...ok lor..since we both going Yio Chu Kang.." I replied, still chewing happily on the mars bar.

It quickly became quite apparant that my dear friend was not far behind me on the intellectual level.

"Great, so later we both go Bukit Batok together! Remember to wait for me har!" She excitedly proclaimed.

It was a very happy arrangement for us indeed.

2 hours later, at 415pm, we got into a cab on NUS...

"Uncle, Yio Chu Kang hor!" I happily and idlylly informed the driver.

"What?" My friend turned to me, eyes opened wide, mouth gaping. "Janice, did you just say what i thought u just said?"

"What did I just said?" I asked distractedly, frowning down at my tangled up ipod wires.

"Did you just said Yio Chu Kang?" She asked, in an errily calm voice.

Feeling a sudden chill in the air, I looked up, "Anthing wrong?"

"I thought it was Bukit Batok?" She asked, with an expression that I can find no words to describe.

Seeing my horrified expression, she frozed for about 3 seconds. Then, she laughed, uncomfortably, "ha ha..hee...err...no?"

...

So it was said, 5 minutes after this incident, eye-witnesses reported spotting a cab dropping a gal of bollywood style beauty off at clementi mrt. Said beauty was reported to have sprinted out of the cab at a speed rivalled only by Mr road runner himself(wearing 4 inch heels), leaving nothing but a "Cya tmr!" to friend in cab

31 minutes after that, again there were eye-witnesses reports. This time from Yio Chu Kang, SSDC. A chinese gal was spotted sprinting out of a cab, no heels like alleged individual above, but with flying skirt, hair and sweat.

It was further reported that said gal, besides being 10 minutes late for lesson, got said instructor.

Now, tell me I don't know what fun is.

Sept 28, 2005

2005-09-29T00:24:00.000-07:00

Complicated feelings...a day filled with humour and sadness...it seems like all the flavours of the world have gathered today in my world...

As I taste this meal of life, I pray that God would bless my future path with more sweetness than bitterness..And I know he answers prayers.. :)

random thoughts...

2005-09-04T19:45:00.000-07:00

I feel like Cinderella lately...keep dropping my shoes when i go up or down stairs..too bad it's always GALS who pick them up for me.. :p

Been watching alot of tv lately...just finished watching a marathon HK Drama(35 episodes) within 3 days..impressed with myself..

Have taken alot of pictures lately...Think the swirling stars I keep seeing should be permenantly in place now...

Spent like less than 1 hour for doing law school work over the weekend...feel guilty..

Still watching tv now..have no idea what's it's bout...looks like some nurse show *shurgs*

Going to bring laptop to school tmr...very heavy... *pout*

Haven't seen my my sec school frens in a long time..XY, Paula, Sharon, if u 3 are seeing this, I saw Valmond at the smu bash..apparently he's gonna study there...

Feels very sian nowadays...duno why...hope I'm not going thru some premature menopause *grimace*

Looking at my shelves of law books now, and the mess of notes stuffed all around, feels abit sick *faint*

Probably gonna wear long skirt tmr...yar..should be..

Think I'm babbling..shall stop now....

2005-08-18T02:33:00.000-07:00

This morning, while walking to the bus-stop, I suddenly had this GREAT idea for a post! I mean , it was FUNNY, THOUGHTFUL, ENERGETIC, and just plain all around AWESOME!

It was lurking in my mind all through my torts lecture, legal analysis tutorial, sushi lunch, when I stepped into my house, and even when I was switching my com on!

I was excited, exhilarated, couldn't wait to just post it so i can finally get some great comments bout my blog.

And then, the moment I got to this page, I forgot.

Oh well....

2005-07-30T08:04:00.000-07:00

"Another well-known Paris landmark is the Arc de Triomphe, a moving monument to the many brave men and women who have died trying to visit it, which we do not recommend because it’s located in the middle of La Place de la Traffic Coming from All Directions at 1 14 Miles Per Hour." Dave Barry, "Dave Barry's Only Travel You'll Ever Need"

Couldn't have said it better myself

me...amused...

2005-07-27T04:51:00.000-07:00

me...feeding an elderly..

2005-07-27T04:42:00.000-07:00

OG4 at the movies!

2005-07-27T04:40:00.000-07:00

K Box!!!

2005-07-27T04:39:00.001-07:00

The Sweetest OGLs!!!

2005-07-27T04:39:00.000-07:00

Formal Dinner: THE Aftermath

2005-07-27T04:30:00.000-07:00

me..acting cute...

2005-07-27T04:27:00.000-07:00

end of law camp..formal dinner...

2005-07-27T04:24:00.000-07:00

2005-07-20T14:04:00.000-07:00

Today, I was passing by this shop located near the entrance of a shopping mall, when this big sign hanging across its front caught my attention.

It read, "In order to serve you BETTER, we will be relocating to the 3rd floor of this mall as from the 13th of August, 2005."

After reading this, I must say I was pretty touched by this thoughtful gesture of theirs. I mean, here we have this small little shop, who for the sake of providing better service to me, is gonna move its location AWAY from the entrance of the mall, where I could EASILY locate and find, ALLLLLL the way to the 3rd floor where I have to climb 3 flights of escalator, and go way OUT of my way to get to.

Honestly! People today are so THOUGHTFUL and ALTRUISTIC!!!

2005-07-04T20:44:00.000-07:00

Word of thought from my Nanny.

Apparently, or so it seems, I was a baby easily pleased.

Was talking to her the other day, bout her grandchildren and all, when she suddenly made this remark, "But you were such an ADORABLE and GOOD child!"

Now of course when a compliment as such has been posed to one(me), one(me) cannot help but swell considerably with pride. So it was a blushing one(me), attempting to fish for more compliments, who followed up her comment with a question of one's(my) own, "Oh? Really? In what way?" (leans back in sofa while beaming psychotically and expectantly)

"In ALOT of ways!! Like for example, whenever I got tired of watching you and needed a rest, all I had to do was placed a pot of plant in front of ur stroller. I mean, you were just sooooo CUTEEE!! You would like stare intently at the plant, for goodness knows what reason, and just burst out in giggles everytime a gust of wind sways the plant! And the BEST part was, you could do this for HOURS and DAYS on end. Worked right up till you turned TWO!!" (Nanny smiles nostalgically)

Me: "I see." Yes....I see....Indeed...

Problem?

2005-06-14T21:03:00.000-07:00

Hmm....I may have a problem. But then again, maybe not.

The 12 year old boy that I'm giving tuition to somehow can't stop riveting his eyes to a position just underneath my face(aka my chest). I sure hope he's just staring at the beautiful cross I'm wearing on my neck. Or else...(gulp)...

The rage of missy

2005-06-05T13:32:00.000-07:00

I'm going to get a new gal(laptop).

Problem is, missy(old com) somehow got wind of the news(one smart babe she is) and has subsequent worked herself up into a jealous rage.

While she used to only throw the occasional, unavoidable tanturms(like shutting down my com right before I click the save button to a mega trillion words essay, which i spent the last 1000 years completing), she now resorts to outright violence(like spitting her "keys" off her keyboard at me, shutting herself down every few seconds, and occasionally, if her mood calls for it, even mocking me publicly by flashing these words on her wrinkled old face, "That'll show you! You lousy ingrate of a TRAITOR!") I mean like, HONESTLY, grow up yar!!

Now that I'm done complaining, I might go get myself a glass of milk and flip through the brand new computer catalogu...No, no honey...You heard wrongly!! Of COURSE I'm NOT gonna get a new com!! You're my one and only!!! REALLY!!! No, no sweetheart, don't shut down!! I haven't sav

HELP!!!

2005-06-01T15:08:00.000-07:00

Call to all computer experts out there!(especially those reading this blog)

PLEASE oh PLEASE help me!!!! I want so much to get one of those hit counter thingies on this poor blog of mine.(But, obviously I don't know how to or I won't be begging for help here, lol)

You see, reason is that I write blogs for the comments. I mean, honestly, who doesn't?! (You over there! That silly looking man with your hand up! I have 3 words for you, "DON'T KID YOURSELF!") Anyway, back to my point, yes I want to know SOOOOOO BADLY who reads my blog, how many people read my blog and how much do they like my blog so that they keep coming back for more!

PROBLEM: No one COMMENTS!!!!!! (excepts for a few here and there)

So to all com pple out there! Here is a call for help from a DAMSEL in distress. If you know how to get those counter thingies, pls help me by clicking on that little word below called 'comments' and type in the instructions know-how for me. I'll be ETERNALLY grateful!!!

(hope no one finds out that this is ALSO a ploy to get more comments) (looks left and right)

Courtesy of my kid sister

2005-05-30T22:21:00.000-07:00

There once was a man who lived near an asylum.

One day, in the midst of the night, on the way home from a long day at work, he heard a chant, "Thirteen, thirteen, thirteen, thirteen......" Bemused, he continued on his way nevertheless, convinced it was a hallucination borned entirely out of his own fatigue.

The following night, same time, same place, he heard the chant again, "Thirteen, thirteen, thirteen, thirteen...." Uneasy at heart, but shrugging it off all the same, he made his way home and fell asleep the moment his head touched his pillow.

Yet, on the third night, the chant haunted him again, same time, same place, "Thirteen, thirteen, thirteen, thirteen...." Frustrated beyond believe, the man decided to get to the root of this matter, once and for all!

Noticing a tiny little peephole on the wall, that barried him from the chant, he put his eye to the hole without a moment of hesitation. He squinted hard through the hole, from which a weak ray of light seeped through. He saw a shadow, a movement, then suddenly....

POKE!

"Fourteen, fourteen, fourteen, fourteen....."

Europe trip: The Summary

2005-05-27T15:41:00.000-07:00

The 10 things I will never forget:

1) HOT guys!!!! (drool)
(especially the BEAUTIFUL dutch boys :p)

2) Fairytale like scenary of Bruge(Belgium)
(The constant erm..... slightly murdurous and creepy stares of the locals adds to the excitement...i think...)

3) An Italian bus driver that gets all 28 of us(including himself) lost on the roads of europe at least thrice a day.
(It got to the point that I actually caught myself congratulating him for ONLY getting us lost twice, one particular day in Paris...funny thing was...he seemed quite pleased too.....oh well, at least someone's happy! :p)

4) The (scratch head) erm...(clears throat) adrenaline pumping..err.. traffic of Paris.
(To picture the traffic situation of Paris, one must imagine the scene right after the Finals of the World Cup, when ALL the spectators tries to squeeze out simulateneously through ONE tinsy weeny door right in the corner of the HUGE stadium. Replace the people with cars, and the backdrop with the roads of Paris. Ta Da! You have a realistic picture of Paris road traffic!)

5) Hollywood style PDA everywhere I look.
(I am not exaggerating)

6) Snow!
(Need I say more.)
(Err..I guess I must, since you're probably wondering where all the snow came from right in the middle of Europe's summer. Well, on the SWISS mountains OF COURSE!)

7) Almost dying on the plane a couple of times.
a) if not for this drunk passenger coming out of his stupor long enough to scream that there was a crack in his window about 5 seconds before the plane started to take out.
b)if not for the pilot coming to his senses and realising that the plane was neither a bungee seat nor a parachute, and it's NOT SUPPOSED to jump a few times while landing.
c) if not for the short journey of my transit flight, that allowed me to escape the TEN(i counted) screaming babies that surrounded me, left right front back, JUST in time. (one of them actually attempted to eat my hair, and when i brushed his hand off with a gentle, "no no, this is not food dearie." The mother GLARED at me. WHAT???)
d) if not for the stewardess finally realising that I was the ONLY one in the ENTIRE plane(including the stewardesses and pilots) who had not gotten my dinner plate (-_-") just MOMENTS before i starved to death.

8) The best beef stew I've EVER eaten in my LIFE! (on mount titilis)

9) The COUNTLESS ahem...appreciative smiles and glances I got from the oh so GORGEOUS MEN over there(fluffs hair) :p

10) Hmm.............................................................................

I'm sorry, what? You talking to me?

Me(extreme right) with sis and mum in shopping centre(paris)

2005-05-27T07:17:00.000-07:00

Market

2005-05-27T04:52:00.000-07:00

Train station (Germany)

2005-05-27T04:50:00.000-07:00

On THE tower!!!

2005-05-27T04:49:00.001-07:00

THE tower!!!

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Me(right) and sis(hotel in frankfurt)

2005-05-27T04:40:00.000-07:00

Me(behind) and Sis(on swing)

2005-05-27T04:28:00.000-07:00

Tulip festival (holland)

2005-05-27T04:27:00.000-07:00

Belgium (Recognize the little boy behind? :p)

2005-05-27T04:26:00.000-07:00

PARIS!! (streets)

2005-05-27T04:25:00.000-07:00

PARIS!!

2005-05-27T04:23:00.000-07:00

You don't need me to tell you what that tall tower behind me represents right! :p

Me! (obviously)

2005-05-27T04:22:00.002-07:00

Black forest

2005-05-27T04:22:00.001-07:00

It's snowing!!!

2005-05-27T04:22:00.000-07:00

Swiss Baby!!!!

2005-05-27T04:20:00.000-07:00

The most WONDERFUL tour leader!!

2005-05-27T04:19:00.000-07:00

The Alps!!!

2005-05-27T04:18:00.000-07:00

My Italian driver(Obvious is which right! :p)

2005-05-27T04:17:00.000-07:00

MILAN!!!

2005-05-27T04:16:00.000-07:00

Versailles(front view)

2005-05-27T04:15:00.000-07:00

Palace of Versailles!!

2005-05-27T04:14:00.000-07:00

Where I was mistaken as a parisian!!!

Europe trip: The Prelude

2005-05-06T21:11:00.000-07:00

Me: (chants) I'm going to Europe, I'm going to Europe, I'm going to Europe, I'm going to Europe, I'm going to Europe......

Passer-By A:(clamps hands to own ears and chants under breath) shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up.....

Passer-By B: (screams) ARRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Me: (chants while rocking back and forth, with insane smile plastered on face) I'm going to Europe, I'm going to Europe, I'm going to Europe, I'm going to Europe.....

Passer-By C: (crawls towards me, soldier like style, motions to screaming B and nutty A)

Me: I'm going to Europe, I'm going to Europe........................

Passer-By A, B, C: (nods solemnly at each other)

Me: I'm going to Europe............(CONK!) ARR! (slumps onto floor)

Passer-By A, B, C: (wipes blood stained metal vase) Muahahahahahaahahaahaah!!!! Silence! At last!!!!!

The End

Me!mE!

2005-05-04T19:17:00.000-07:00

Your Birthdate: May 12
Being born on the 12th day of the month (3 energy) is likely to add a good bit of vitality to your life. The energy of 3 allows you bounce back rapidly from setbacks, physical or mental. There is a restlessness in your nature, but you seem to be able to portray an easygoing, sometimes "couldn't care less" attitude.You have a natural ability to express yourself in public, and you always make a very good impression. Good with words, you excel in writing, speaking, and possibly singing. You are energetic and always a good conversationalist. You have a keen imagination, but you tend to scatter your energies and become involved with too may superficial matters. Your mind is practical and rational despite this tendency to jump about. You are affectionate and loving - but very sensitive. You are subject to rapid ups and downs

I have nothing against old people

2005-05-03T19:54:00.000-07:00

Today was the day I had to travel halfway across the country to attend a university's tea session.

Being the immaculately punctual person I am (Just ask ALL my friends), I started the 30minutes journey (What?! How big do you think Singapore is?!) an hour before the actual meeting time. Immensely pleased with myself, and secured in the knowledge that I'll reach my destination in good time to allow me a slow leisurely walk up the hilly uni entrance, I found myself deeply disturbed, upon the discovery that I had taken the wrong bus. A bus that stop short of taking me halfway across the country, in the OPPOSITE direction.

Being the gungho person I was, I made a swift decision to leap off the bus(after it stopped of course!), and waved down the nearest and quickest approaching vehicle, a taxi. Beaming with relief that one stopped for me almost immediately(about 10 minutes later), I leaped into the backsit, and without even looking up, said, "Uncle, SMU hor!"

Fiddling with my earphones, which seemed to had melted slightly under the 35 degress celcius sweltering Singaporean weather, I failed to notice the lack of motion and response on the driver's part.

5 minutes later, finally having satisfied myself with the functioning of my poor headphones, I suddenly noticed the awkward air of silence hanging in the small little blue car. Looking up, I saw an uncle, or grandpa, to be more accurate( he looked about 80 and so frail I thought the gust of air-con blowing up into his face would blow him away if he didn't have his seatbelt on) staring at me with eyes that said, "HAR?"

Eyebrows furrowed in concern, I repeated my destination again, " Uncle, SSSSSSSMMMMMMMUUUUUUU horrrrrrrrrrr!!" The little old uncle just blink right back at me. Looking at my watch which told me I had about 20 minutes for a 25 minutes taxi ride, I leaped out of the car (I'm quite the leapy person u notice), saying politely, "Nvm, Nvm!! Bye uncle!!" (I was loud, but polite nonetheless) The little old uncle blinked more at me before driving away, looking a little perplexed I must say.

I then spent the next 10 minutes flagging down FOUR taxis, which were ALL driven by men in their 90s, and who blinked at me upon hearing my request. Finally, when the FIFTH one came, driven by a young uncle (about 75 years of age), I simply gave up and said, politely of course, "Uncle, SMU! Don't worry! Don't blink at me! Just follow my directions and I'll get there before my tea session ends and you'll get your cab fare! And Uncle, STEP ON IT!!!!!"

And it was with this instructions that I reached SMU ONE minute before my meeting time, and that, ends my exciting day on the streets of my beautiful homeland, Singapore. (I'm very patriotic. Really.)

AD Flash

2005-04-25T17:54:00.000-07:00

Just couldn't resist. This ad is too delicious not to quote...

(Sexy Woman Voice)

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The End.

My driving lesson: Part 3

2005-04-24T15:54:00.000-07:00

God is testing me.

Really, there is no other plausible answer. I mean, how else could one explain the reason why I keep getting assigned to the ONLY instructor in the school who actually delights in seeing me(for all the amusement I bring him no doubt). This being also the ONLY instructor in the school who scares me half to death and will be responsible, I truly believe, for my imminent failure to get my driving licence.

Lest you think that I'm over reacting(which is actually not very atypical of me, but that's not the point! so stop asking!!), let me bring you through a snippet of how i began today's lesson.

Start of lesson...
Me: (smile frozen on face as i saw THE instructor slide smoothly into the driving seat)
THE instructor: (Sees me, does double take, sinister smile spreads over face) Why.....it's you again. Hooowww niceeee....(teeth flash)
Me: (giggles nervously) yesss...heloooo....(Gulp)
THE instructor: (teeth flash somemore, eyes glitters behind shades. (i could almost hear the sound "tink tink")) Today we are gonna do slopes. Ready?
Me: (Gulp) Yes..errr....think so...that is, if you're ready too...
THE instructor: Oh yess....I'm VERY ready. (Eyes go "tink tink" behind shades)

And off we went. Sure doesn't take a genius to figure out my fate.

Over the next hour and a half, the man in shades would suddenly brake his instructor brake in the face of eminent(to him) danger which unfailingly proves to be nothing more than false alarms, bark at me to turn my wheel quicker and faster at every turn, snigger at me as i attempt to climb slopes and look out for crazy motorists at the same time, practically laugh in my face whenever I get caught at the traffic junction due to my inate(according to him) inability to accelerate strongly and sufficiently from a stop position, etc etc etc.

I, on the other hand, would panic when man in shades suddenly brakes for and with no reason and warning, causing me to swerve my wheel once or twice(which of course provided more amusement for man in shades), mount kerbs while following EXACTLY man in shades' instruction to turn "faster and quicker"(aka amusement), climb up slopes and attempting to accelerate as man in shades keeps reminding me of the cowardly behaviour my driving was making the car display, and accelerate as quickly as possible to clear the traffic light, only to have man in shade brake suddenly on amber, just before the stop line, and smirk, "Too slooowwww. traffic lights turned already. " (Tink Tink)

(sobs)...My prayer for today: Dear Lord, if this is a test. Please let it end now. Oh please oh please oh pleaseeeeeeeeeeEEEeeee!!!!!!!!!! Amen.

The End

So much for patriotism

2005-04-22T18:27:00.000-07:00

Today, I would like to talk about a little conversation I recently had with a friend of mine. Let's call him Mimi. (And yes, I giving a "he" a gal's name. Not happy? Well, bite me!)

It was a bright saturday afternoon at a cafe...

Mimi: (suddenly bangs fist against table in excitement)" I've decided! Those stripy thingies on my shoulder are gonna come straight off the moment I step onto the battlefield! I'm such a genius!! Wahhahaha!!"

Me: (Jumps at sudden violence. Stares apprehensively at Mimi. Open mouth.) "Err..Mimi...are you ok? Need a drink? another cheesecake? a tiramisu?" a psychiatrist?

Mimi: "Nono! I'm fine! In fact, I'm super! I can't believe I thought of such a wonderful plan!! (Laughs like lunatic)"

Me: (cowers in embarrasment. silently sends out vibes: I dun know him, I dun know him, I dun know him....) "Err...brilliant...and what exactly is the plan?"

Mimi: "Aiyoz! I told you liao(chinese for "already") mah! I'm gonna rip off my rank stripes the moment I step on the battlefield lar!"

Me: (confused) "Err...ok..and why exactly is that so wonderful?"

Mimi: (patiently explains, as if to a mentally retarded friend) If we do go to war one day and you are the enemy, who would you aim your rifles, grenades, cannons, atomic bombs, laser pointers and et cetera at?"

Me: "Don't insult my intelligence ok! Of course I'll die die aim for the highest ranking officer I can....(silence as comprehension dawns)....I see."

And that, was the end of my conversation with a member of our beloved armed force. So much for patriotism folks! (And if you're looking for me, I'll be in my rooms packing. I think the moon is a nice place to migrate too. What do you think?)

My driving lesson: Part 2

2005-04-20T15:06:00.000-07:00

I saw a guy today. He had a red bandana around his forehead(not unlike Rambo..but perhaps minus the bulging biceps and all), and a determined expression on his face.(which reminded me strangely of the look on that red moustachy midget, who unfailingly tries to shoot bugs bunny every chance he gets and predictably, unfailingly fails.)

I saw him ,when I was waiting patiently, at the stop line, for the coast to clear. I saw him, as he was inching his car slowly past me, at a speed of bout 2km/h, along the looooong straight road he was driving through. I saw him, as he looked weirdly at me, but not AT me. (I could have simply said he was merely looking in my direction and not specifically at me, BUT if i did, i would sound too naggy, so no, I'm not gonna say that. So There!)

Then, I slowly turned my head towards my instructor, and he likewise, towards me. Our eyes met. We nodded knowingly and solemnly at each other.

The guy was having his driving test.

THE END

Ps: He failed.

Inspiration for the Uninspired

2005-04-11T23:42:00.000-07:00

Quotes are merely inspirartion for the uninspired

I came across this quote today in my search for inspir...err..while INNOCENTLY(seriously) surfing the internet. Now, needless to say, I was extremely insulted at this outright accusation, not that i was searching for quotes mind u, but simply out of the GOODNESS of my heart, for the many poor people who have to look to quotes as interesting starts to their bor..err...not so interesting essays.

I mean, come on!!! Give this poor souls a break yar!!("hear, hear!!" from a poor soul loitering near my com) Not everyone is that intelligent, that creative, that interesting yes? How can one proclaimed them "uninspired" just because they exhibit a few personality flaws and some forms of brain damage?! (i am vaguely aware that i may have just relieve the "poor souls" of the charge of being unispired by accusing them of being stupid, dull and boring...)

So yes! that is my point today!! I seriously OBJECT to the quote that i quoted in this entry of mine, for do i sound uninspired to all reading this blog?! (object and die!) of cos not!! and hence on this note, i end my encore entry for today. Thank you. (there better be some applause..(-_-"))

2005-04-11T15:20:00.000-07:00

Today, out of sheer bordem, i started browsing through the blogs of some my friends(some of which i've actually never read before and will probably not be reading again for a long long long long(u get what i mean) time).

Putting aside people who gets themself fabulous scholarships to brilliant schools in the UK(u noe who u are babe, and congratulations by the way!! Again!!) and people who gets themselves almost fully subsidised education invitations to Ivy League schools like Yale and Harvard(actually the people in question is only ONE person, who got acceptance letters from both unis and is now cracking his brain trying to decide which one to reject...(i'm sorri...do u see my pain now? (-_-")), i also find myself looking at extremely fascinating entries of military life in all its aspects(courtesy of the NS boys in my class). And i must say, my life really seems kinda pathetic(compared to the brilliant scholarly type of people) and boring(compared to the exciting life of the NS boys, though sometimes it seems as if they were filled with too much sweat and BLOOD(literally...erps!))

Sigh...not that the life of teaching tuitions and watching vcds marathon is not one of the utmost form of leisure and enjoyment(actually, it is for me, wrt the latter..which i guess is what makes me pathetic(pout)), but somehow i feel that i should be doing something, anything, whatever, more that can add a bit of a sparkle and purpose to my life. Faced with the apprehension and anticipation of so many interviews, be it for scholarships, university courses or even the university itself, sometimes i do feel a tad lost and confused in its midst. And with this comes a deep profound sense of depression and forlonement(and the crazy singaporean weather is certainly not making things any better(-_-"))...sigh..oh well...i'm sorry if this entry was not as enjoyable as the rest...maybe it's simply PMS...maybe it's not...but whatever it is..i promise you that if i were to be admitted into a mental hospital, you'll read about it first hand right on THIS blog. So ciao for now while i go and nurse my depressed soul(sobs)

My driving lesson

2005-04-01T21:21:00.000-08:00

My driving lesson today went something like this...

5mins into lesson....
Instructor: (stares(i'm pretty sure it's a snicker though) at me from behind his shades) Ok...... you may start turning ....now that you have FINALLY remembered to signal....
Me:(cold sweat drips down face, hands grip wheels tightly) Erm...as in now? (gulps)
Instructor: (sighs) Yes, in this lifetime...
Me:(gulps somemore before slowly turning the wheel) Erm....
Instructor: (stares again) what?
Me: The car's not moving....
Instructor: (sighs loudly) That's because your foot is still on the brake.

15mins into lesson...
Instructor: Stop softly at the zebra crossing
Me: Ok! (grips wheel tightly and stares intently at the zebra crossing)
few seconds later...
Instructor: (sigh) try to remember not to step on the accelerator the next time you see an old granny cross the road.....

And so this went on for another one hour or so, before the man in shades decided that he had enough comic relief for the day.

Instructor: Alright, signal right.
Me: Ok
Instructor:(looks surprised) you actually didn't signal left this time. Well Done!
Me:(all pleased and beaming)
Instructor: Good! Now turn and park your car.
Me: No Problem! (brimming with confidence)
few seconds later....
Instructor: (deep silence)......You just turned left.....

This is my prayer for today: Oh God, for the safety of my life and my future fellow road users, PLEASEEE ohhhhPLEASSEEEEEE let this be JUST a PHASEEE i'm going through!!!!!!!!!!!! Amen.

2005-03-30T14:17:00.000-08:00

Once upon a time, there was a girl called Girl 1. She had a friend called Girl 2.

One day, she was very bored and started a conversation with her friend. It went like this...

Girl 1: Hey! wanna hear a joke? (jumping up and down, possibly demented from her bordem)
Girl 2: (stares) do you have to?
Girl 1: Trust me! Trust me! This is a good one!!! (still jumping up and down)
Girl2: (sighs) whatever....
Girl 1: (squeals) okok...it goes like this. One day, a hare, and a tortoise who could run very fast took part in a race together. Who do you think won??
Girl 2: (silence) the hare.
Girl1: (squeals, again) Nono you dumbo!! It's the tortoise!! Didn't I tell you it was a tortoise that can run very fast??!!
Girl2: (silence)
Girl1: Okok..here's the second joke! One day, a hare, and a tortoise wearing spectacles took part in a race together. Who do you think won??
Girl2: (stares) the hare.
Girl 1: Ahahahahah!!! Got you there!! The winner is the TORTOISE!!! Because after you remove its spectacles, you'll realise that it is the same tortoise as the one in the joke before!!!!! SUCKER!!! Wahahahaha!!!
Girl2: (silence)

THE END

Why???

2005-03-29T00:15:00.000-08:00

Why did I named my blog "Mysteries of Life"?

As I was reading the many hilarious blogs online(which, if u would noticed, does not include mine), I caught myself laughing at many of their names, and the question above flashed into my mine.....and draw nothing but a blank.

It appears that I do have amnesia, probably a classic case of youth dementia...so rite below this line, I shall attempt to list out a few possible reasons. If you do drop by(most likely by accident), and are bored enough, do please drop me a line to help me out.

1) I am an ordinary looking gal with ordinary abilities and talents that somehow seems to draw the hottest guy in the area. (snorts) ( u can ignore this)
2) I was bored, and annoyed that I had to be an owner of a blog(whether I write in it or not) in order for me to post any comments on my class blog, leading me to pluck the first phrase that came to my mind, no matter how senseless it seems.
3) I had a case of rabies that caused me to lose my mind momentarily and typed in this totally irrational name(or is it?)
4) I'm actually too bored and sleepy to write anymore, so am welcome to suggestions...

But really, please don't comment if u don't want to. Seriously.

The FIRST!!!

2005-02-07T19:42:00.000-08:00

This might sound(or rather look) unbelieveable to the dear readers of this blog of mine, but i actually created this blog of mine about 1 year ago, and this is only my very FIRST post!!!

Before you people think i'm a real nutcase, let me first explain the reason for the birth of this blog in the first place. Apparantly last year around january, my class, which i'm very proud to say is 03s71 of HWA CHONG JUNIOR COLLEGE (sorri, couldn't resist putting the name in capital letters. I literally cringe when i heard of the new name, which i would not mention here..(still shuddering)), decided to have a class blog.

Ok, that sounded like a great idea, BUT(magic word appears), i discovered that apparantly i could not actually contribute to my class blog, without actually being a member of blogger. Now we can't really have that can we, (although to say the truth, i haven't actually contributed much to my class blog, or this blog(obviously), since i joined blogger), so i was really kinda surprised when i discovered this empty blog of mine was still alive. So in an attempt to celebrate this little discovery of mine, i decided to write my FIRST post. and here it is! TA DA!!!!

Anywae, at this point in time, i like to extend a big thank you to those who are still reading at this point in time, you have been a big boast to my confidence as a writer(although it wasn't really significant before or after now).

Alright, now i'm done with all the proper introductions, i think i'll sign off for now. Want to catch a drama serial that starts right about now. (that's right, coach potato reporting for duty! (salutes)). So until the next time i remember this blog of mine, good day to all my kind readers. And if u are a friend of mine(an unlikely thing, since i'm not ever gonna tell any one of them for fear of public humiliation and outright mockery at my literary skills and lack of imagination, not to mention my naggy style of writing which i'm sure u have noticed by now), please do still drop me a note, so i'll get myself prepared for the shame i'll experienced the next time we meet.

So, that's all for today, and may God bless you all!