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Hmmm. let's see. Wat's in my life recently. nothin new in particular. Except the fact tat all my papers had ended. And I'm been enjoyin myself for the past 2days.
Yesterday: Went Ikea. Got myself a full-length stand up mirror for a mere price of only $48. Thks to the Ikea sales. Dirt-cheap I shall say. Next we end to Pasir Ris Park, and gave Jem a sandbath. Haha. More details at Jem's Blog.
Today: Did some reformation to my room. Includes a long long overdue spring-cleaning too. Can you imagine I haven did any "clearing-of-old-stuffs" in the Chinese New Year. The main reason of the impromptu cleanup is tat. I needa make some space for the mirror. So I might as well. You know. Give my room a new look then. And off to mahjong at Kel's place.
Watever. Just some mundane stuffs. Which I see no need to go into great details. Anyway. In this holiday season. There are so much upcomin events. Like E068's chalet, BZE's DnD, GentinTrip with the Course, Perth Trip with the girls, more trails, nightcyclin, mahjongs, coconut indulges, swimmin. I can go on forever man. The life of a free person. The fact that the jobless me, had nothin to do practically. Makes me excited.
Anyway, I just realized. I'm still. Very setback in my thinkin regardin should girls takin the initiative to start a relationship. I was talkin to my friend on MSN, and he was askin me these related relationship question. Like, when is the best time, and all. Den suddenly he asked, "Would you even think about taking the 1st initiative." Without much considerin, a straight "NO" comes into my mind. But havin givin a few seconds of thought, I would, but not to the face. And this would only happens if, I'm DARN sure and confident of the guy's response. Go on, and brag tat this is the 21st century, it's no big deal. Aint we fightin for equality of the sexes. Aint the society gettin more open-minded. Aint watever. Den let me ask you. So wat we are in the 21st century. We girls still do have our preserved rights, dont we deserve this tiny respect of havin a guy goin head over heels with us. I dun see why, the 21st century's girls should bow down, give up the well-deserved respect, and risked deemin as an easy prey. Wellz, at least not to me.
But in most cases, I would rather choose to be the passive party when it comes to this type of situation. I rather have the opportunity to decide on the significant answer. I would rather sit back, and "enjoy" the thrill. And leave the chasin part to the macho guys. Be it to impress, or to amuse. They have the privilege. So. They can have it.
But, For guys to do the chasing part. Is biblically stated. Remember, when God 1st created Adam, he took 1 rib out of him to create Eve. So that explains. Among the vast of the millions of people, Adam[Man] had to search for his rightful missin rib, to make his another half. So Eve[Women], would just wait around, for the Man to do the search, and like a juggle piece, that holds the completion to his puzzle. Tat's the women's rightful worth. Doesnt it seems right. Even the book of truth stated it. Hurhurhur.
Still. I find it difficult to approach. The most I would do. Send signals. Wellz, the eyes dun lied. Elaborate. I cant. Seriously. But dont you realise, e way you looked at someone who are interested in is just different. And this for real. Wellz, my reasons for being passive, when it comes to makin the 1st move. Reason 1: I dun see y i needa to, when there's plenty to choose from. Haha. Ok. Silly joke. Ok, God knows, what the guys would brag to his friends. They can say anythin. And i mean ANYTHIN to put me down, just to have a little boost on their self-esteem. God Knows, Wat the guys would say behind my back man. Just to make them seems so goddamn highly about themselves. Anythin. can come out of them. So why risk it. And who the one who suffers in the end, being portray as all sort of nonsense callings. You may say, "You think too much la", or "just dun be bothered lor". Wellz, yes, maybe i think too much, i can. And of course, i can Not be bothered about their immaturity. But den, i see no need to spark a rumour out of a peace. Things can be prevented, if. In the 1st place, it doesnt occur at all. My logic.
However. on the other hand. Even a guy would go all out for this particular girl, it doesnt mean it would be reciprocated. Seriously, being a long runner in the term of love, doesnt ensure you win the race in the end. Steppin in, chasin hard would results in a complete different conclusion. Sometimes, the whole chase would get backfires, leavin the girl suffocated. However, similarity, givin too much breathin space would results in circulation to square one. So in this case, wat now. Should or Should not. Go or go BACK. Is it worth it, my dear, is it worth it. People are just weird.
Starting Point:
MacRitchie Reservior
Ending Point:
MacRitchie Reservior
Route:
MacRitchie Trail to Rifle Range Road to Bukit Timah Trail.
Detour Back From Dunearn Road to Adam Road To Lorine Road.
Total Distance Travelled:
At least 30kil or more.
Total Time Taken:
5hours minus restin time. (11pm to 430am)
The Goons:
Ping, Me, Jamus, Jem, Nan, Sky.
End Product:
A bowl of "goood" Lor Mee with 6 satisfied trekkers.
It's a real experience of life.
Havin walked the jungle trail in the middle of a night.
With the help of torchlights, handy nutrition bars, and bottles of water.
I seriously givin credits to Junnan. For lettin me hold on to his arm. All the while.
Haa. It calms me down. By Alot.
Now.
Wishes Fulfilled. All Current wishes.
Cycling done too. On a "bike-more-expensive-den-a-phathom". Haa.
With Free Dinner of Corochan. and Bento Curry. After a hard long ride.
Monopoly played. on a Collectable StarWars Edition.
Genting Trip Paid. With confirmation settled.
And Finally. Trekkin done too.
It makes me a happy girl.
Thanks to the "Saints".
How about. Again?
*winks
restroom breaks at ranger station.
at Rifle Ranger Road. with the satellites [not captured] behind us.
Bukit Timah Nature Reserve. Our Midpoint.
a very tired us. after walkin for 5hours
(booohoooo. I still hava study for MLS.)
i always hated to bid farewell at the airport. and today is gonna-be one of those days. expect lotsa tears. photos. and lots of best wishes.
anyway. baize&chinaone was such a relaxed place. but i like forbidden city better. much more nicer.
pictures up soon. when vivian's settle down in aussie, and sendin the pics over. so. meanwhile. pls wait
this is a short one. as the interval is gettin longer.
and i just cant stand it. anymore.
so. now. bye. gonna head. to. the. airport.
p.s: i so wanted to go cycling.
please accompany me. anyone.
people says. reap wat you sow. i agreed.
past memories came. like an old-long-distant friend.
who's the one who says time heals. tat's a lie.
and who's the other one who says time makes you forget. tat's another lie.
i always thought i'm in the wrong. wellz, i am.
but, it takes to hands to clap. indeed.
in a year. i can say. i've grown.
to somemore. much stronger and more people-sensitive.
i thought i've gotten over. over everythin tat had happened. till today.
i realised. i still hate the word pity.
i still cant erase that scene. tat voice. tat particular moment.
i did tried. but. sorry i cant.
i just. simply. still. hate the word pity.
i remember every single word i read on the icq history log.
i remember the daze at the 72 bustop.
i remember the long trip back home.
i remember how i cried. and hide in my room.
i remember how i refused to answer calls, refuse to reply sms.
i remember how i hide myself. into my solitary corner.
i remember that one month no-contact-period.
i start to remember everythin. everythin that had been thrown into the past.
apart from this. i recalled. how i let you go.
how much hurt i've initiated on you. the moment you discovered the truth.
the period after my HongKong trip. how despondent you were then.
i remembered caused i wrote it down. into my diary tat night. the two nights.
and silly me. took it out and read it all over again.
cause curiousity gotten the better of me.
yes it did. however no. it backfires.
the emotions is just too strong to bear. again.
all the memories started comin back. like a broken down projector.
like the tsumani came overwhelmin. past terrors strikes.
the tears are like waves. arrivin at no intervals. once more.
till today. i never know it affects so much. it hurts so much.
the guilt. the anger. and the disappointment.
ignorance is. indeed. blissful.
undisruptive tranquility is. indeed. beautiful.
unrecap reminiscence is. indeed. indescribly attractive.
y would anyone wana to know everythin. a women's intuition perhaps.
thus steppin over the boundary and get yourself hurt.
dun you argee. pple are strange aint they.
the more they know they cant. they more they wana.
and who they blame when hurts come. others but themselves.
now lookin back. as honest as i can be.
it was wrong for me to be unappreciative. but then again.
in the past. it states. it is.
now. i'm lookin forward. to where i was lookin before.
still friends. of course. and no doubt about it.
but not as close. this is for sure.
not because of wat had happend. between us. in the past
but it's because. i simply dun understand you at all now.
dear friend. things can never be the same again.
without trust. without mutual understandin. without you tellin me wat's wrong.
it's really difficult for us. for me especially.
other den jokes and general talks, we cant communicate at all.
know. when you see a person.
and there's nothin more to say den hi&bye.
then. that the time. to let this friend off. without any regrets.
but. no way. for you. no way.
know wat. i still love you. yes i do.
but this time. it's a complete different love.
it's friendship instead. this time round.
and promise me. as friends will.
nothin ever changes. in any way.
take care in camp meanwhile. see you on your next bookout day.
cheerios. my love.
CUTE GUYS. Ok, before I start blabbering about how attractively Cute Wilber Pan WeiBo is, and how perfectly he fits into my standards of cuteness, let's take a step across the line of gender. And of course, Guys would wana someone who looks decent. Ok, decent is too general. Tat type of decent tat is enough to bring home to his parents. Never mind if she's a slut in bed, but the main point is, she looks good, decent, and sweet enough for your parents to like her. Isnt it. Tell me. Who would choose sexbomb Anna Nicole Smith over demure Julia Roberts? An example too far away, okay. Try over sultry Britney Spears [no offences to Mrs Kevin Fans] over our sweet brunette Ashlee Simspon. Ignorin the celebrity status of course. And the point is, cute, demure, looks sweet-enough-to-give-you-diabetes ladies appeals more isnt it? So isnt it the same. Perhaps talkin abt bringin the other party home is way to earlier. But it just sums up. Whether Cute, Demure, or watever. The bottom line is, we jsut wana someone attractive enough to look at. All the time. Who looks so appealin to be lookin forward to meetin him/her. Aint it? Nevertheless, it's just a lovely face, pumpkin-chip, or a sweetie-pie we are lookin for. And nothin more. Wellz. Perhaps. Maybe Somethin more.
Liang, Kel, and I went Ktvin last night. Nothin memorable. Just another KTV night. We are goin through out usual pick of songs until, Liang decided to have somethin peculiar. He chose, Wilber Pan's Wo De Mai Ke Fong. [One disclaimer: His songs were never in the list each time. The top picks were always Sun Yanzi, Ah Mei, and those.] Upon seein the complete MTV for the 1st time, I partially went insanely gaga over him. His Dance moves, his Facial Expressions and all. I even made Liang re-sing that song, and get him to pick few of his songs, and made it priority. Things I did: I keep shoutin: "My God, He's So CUTE.", "Look at that, Look at his Moves.", "Ohhhh... Da Hen Ke Ai Lehz". Till to an extend, tat I was like a 14year old schoolgirl havin little crush over huge and famous singers. And of course, it got on their nerves. Too.
Okay, tat's not the point. The point is. Why am I fascinated about CUTE guys? CUTE CUTE CUTE? I always think tat being a Way-too-good-lookin boyfriend puts you into a dangerous position. The same prejudiced I had on guys who says honey-coated sweet nothings. Example here. They tend to be like fire, Strong and passionate for a short period. After which, tat's it. Tat's it. Wellz, aint in the total wrong either. I do agree they have the qualities to play their own game. Not totally their fault if another girl come along, and for that moment, he cant fight the tolerance level. No right or wrong, just dun get caught. Never mind that.But Y Cute guys. It's difficult to comprehend why. This wuold have this invisible aura around them which attracts me. And of course. My friends too. I tried askin my girls, wat type of guys you like? Handsome, muscular, or jsut merely Cute. And no almost 3/4 of them, answer Cute. But not tat buttonly cute to an extend tat he should be a girl instead. It's just tat. Cute Guys appeal more. Instead of those cool, handsome, havin-the-word-suave-written-all-over-his-head type.
Anyway, Cute. Is way, way too broad. To narrow it down, check out dictionary.com, and you'll get definitions like attractive especially by means of smallness or prettiness or quaintness. But however, accordin to Miss Cyn's [btw, tat's Yours Truly] definition, the spotless facial features, not-so-tanned complexion, geeky smile, and boyish looks, together with short and neat hairstyle. Ok, it all sums up to one word. Cute. To Me.
*winks.
Wat makes Your Day?
Which starts at 730am and ends at 530am?
We Started out. Totally Unprepared.
Ok. Now. Let's take a serious Pic!
Stop irriatin me. And change ur Pose!
Now. I'm ignorin you.
My Manager, and his Cleaner.
Wahahaha.
My Manager and I.
MIA: Our Boss.
Me, the Secretary, with The Managin Ppl.
Candid. And we looked so Cute!
Ok. I mean ME.
My "9-years-later".
Happily Married.
"9-years-later" Husband.
With my Silly Pose.
Know what they says.
When you cant beat Rome. Join Them.
The Pettie Ring. And me.
Last LT. Photo.
As. It's Year 3. Last Sem.
I'm Supposed to look Nostalgia.
And not look like a Duck!
On the Way. To the Airport.
As Ping looks Sucidial. Depressed...
And Behavin Ilogical.
Which then. Scares Ring to a Shock.
At the Airport.
Xin. And Me.
Jem. With Me.
Wonderin. Y it Just Taste Better.
Still Figurin out the Answer.
Just. Wat makes it Better? The ICE?
No. Coz It's in the Airport!
Now you got your Answer.
It looks. Just as Nothin in Particular.
Just a Renault Kangroo.
But den, comes the,
Racing Queens for "Her".
Featuring: The FAKE driver.
And: It's Rightful Owner.
This Makes my Day.
Ok. This is it.
I promised i would write a 1000words compo for our. Miss Hei.
So here's it.1000words Compo.
(too hassle to chuck everythin here.)
i'd done it.
and it aint easy either.
so now you know i love u too.
please dun be jealous no more.
There're so many times. That i wished you were here. Here in Singapore. It's been a couple weeks since you've left. I've tons and tons of things to say. To you. But you aint here. No choice you said. They sent you over. Indeed, happy, but somehow, i've felt that, i've lost somethin precious out of a sudden. And it's true. Someone important aint here physically any more. Rem that time when you suddenly told me u goin over, i said i have mixed feelings. Cause out of a sudden, i know my days gonna be dull. Without you.
Of course, there're others, other friends which i hold dear too. Whom i can mix around, and hang out with. But the emptiness in me, cant be replaced. It's nothin to be compared. But, although when you're back, i dun get to see you everyday. Due to our different schedule, and the different knock-off time. However, i know, when i needa a shoulder to cry, a hug to console, you will always be here. For me. I know, there's this special number i can call. However, now, when i dial the number, the stupid operator would be heard instead of your usual "Hello".
Nevertheless, somehow, all the things that i'm goin through, i needa get it done on my own. Set it straight myself. There's nothin you can help too, as we are in different schools and courses. There's nothin you can do to help. Except to offer words of encouragement. But, with you. I feel more relived. I feel safe and protected. Under your angelic wings. I feel at place. With ur endless naggings. Now, How i wished. I wished. That. You'll come back soon..
BooHoo. I miss my Best Friend! 
(and i sounded so les.)
(fret not. we have no hormones disorders.)
(but. aint they callin this. the love. of sisterhood?)
wahahahahaha!
When, This had been gone.... In a twinklin of the eye.... 
This Would follows.... At a speed just as fast.... Friday, 4th March
(Submission of Storyboard)
Tues, 8th March
(Procoi Quiz 2, BusImp Presentation)
Wed, 9th March
(Technical Presentation)
Thurs, 10th March
(CRM Presentation)
Fri, 11th March
(MLS Quiz)
Thurs, 17th March
(CRM Quiz)
Wed, 24th March
(MLS Exams)After "Yesterday", of no-sins-play-whole-day day.
The hell is startin to feel pressurized.
Just 2 more weeks. And 1more papers.
I guess i'll needa more coconuts indulges, and KTVs nightouts.
More mahjongs, and movies breaks.
I needa more of "Yesterday".
Definition of "Yesterday": Lunch at Cartel, Teabreak at Gelare, Dinner at 85, Supper at West Coast Prata.
With appetizers tours at Changi Business Park, East Coast, West Coast, and Finally, Seletar Reservoirs.
Topped with Endless of Ghost Stories, Confessions, Gossips, and Purely Chattings.
Completed with a groups of fun poly mates.
And Best Served: Occasionally.
[*winks!]
