kiss me sexay.

CIRCUSES.

2008-11-21T10:49:00.003+08:00

CIRQUE De SOLIEL IN DECEMBER PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!

I love circuses. =) Or is it Circi? =)

hide me now.

2008-10-28T11:06:00.010+08:00

Under your wings,
Cover me,
Under your mighty hand

When the oceans rise and thunders roar,
I will soar with you above the storm.

Knowing that Jesus is there for me is the only thing that's keeping me going.

Sometimes I wonder if there are any people in the world that could be considered more immature than that. My respect has totally been lost, regardless.

But EITHER WAY!!!

The girls and I had hot pot after church on sunday!!! =) Sheryl says it's to appease my racking sobs.

Stacey decided that the spoon was not big enough and wanted to drink with the scoop thingy (ladle) instead. =)

Sam's attacking the mushrooms. Poor them. Jolene said "eww" at the word 'Mushrooms'.

She's my height! Stacey is MY HEIGHT!! =) We look like tourists. >.< "One night in TAIWAN!"

Does it amuse you that younger sisters always make fun of the older ones?

Sam was 'blowing' air out of her mouth. I only managed to catch her at the end of the 'breath'.

And Sheryl, looking at her incredulously.

Such tourists. -.- Eat hotpot also must pose.

And after dinner we had to pose with the taiwan ronald. Seriously.

SERIOUSLY.

It's okay. I love you girls. The angels in my life.

Oh and Jolene and Tasha too. =)

Happy Birthday Princess

2008-10-03T21:34:00.003+08:00

Lady, recently nineteen, looking for man, above 23.

Hardly.

Enjoying my single life, enjoying my love of drinking, dancing, and just plainly being who I want to be.

I spent my nineteenth with people who love me. People who give me their love willingly, people who would give me the moon and the stars, people who make me feel like I'm special. =)

I love you all.

THANKS

The five princesses I have in my life: Sheryl, Samantha, Shermain, Qiujin, Gen.

My beloved sister, Alexis, my parents.

My colleagues, Linchoo, Andrea, Wee, Shah, Gerard. My boss, Pete. =)

My dear husband, Daniel, who did so much work to get me out of the office.

All those who wished me: Yuki, Xavier, Jolene, Tasha, Kim, Cheak, Gen Tan, Nikki, Teacher Winnie, Lav, Audris, Alicia, Phyllis, Shar, Vikki, Liz, Ronni, Cosmo, Rose, Shan, Jaime &&& all those who wished me and I replied but don't have your names 'cause I lost my phone...

<3 Hugs and Kisses.

Define it.

2008-08-19T00:52:00.002+08:00

I refer to one of my favorite writer's most recent blogpost.

Is happiness a choice?

Yes.

Does pursuit of it become easier?

No.

Do we still chase for it?

If Happiness isn't worth chasing for, then no.

What gives me happiness?

Now? Mahjong, iced water and sleep.

dear elusive sleep....

Dear Heart. Stop pounding.

I'm vulnerable now.

2008-08-12T16:13:00.002+08:00

When I fear you, I run. I hide.

When I fear the things you say, I run, I hide.

When I hide, don't come for me. It means I don't want to see you. I'm scared, I'm angry, I'm confused.

People think I don't fear, I do, you just don't know. I just don't show it.

It's harder then it looks, how I can't speak sometimes.

I want to hide, but I can't. Because people keep asking why.

I'm scared, that's why.

Don't get people to look for me, I don't want to be found.

go away. I wish I didn't have to hide, but I am, go away. I'm not strong anymore. I don't want to be. I want to let myself be vulnerable and I want to hide. Go away. Let me hide in peace.

My LOVE.

2008-08-05T15:01:00.001+08:00

I feel loved when...

The Five Love Languages

My Primary Love Languages are probably Physical Touch and Receiving Gifts

My Detailed Results:
Physical Touch:	10
Receiving Gifts:	10
Words of Affirmation:	6
Quality Time:	3
Acts of Service:	1

About this quiz

Unhappiness in relationships is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. It can be helpful to know what language you speak and what language those around you speak.

Tag 3 people so they can find out what their love language is.

Take the Quiz!
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Alright. Princess that I am.

All you guys who want to date me, my gift wish list includes Jimmy Choos, Louis Vuitton, Prada and Lanvin.

Fendi works too. =)

Oh, or you could book a hotel room. =.=

I don't think that's accurate.

Driving Insanity!

2008-07-28T23:18:00.001+08:00

Daddy God. Let me pass please. I promise I will continue to practice at the circuit if you let me pass. Pass can already, I don't ask for alot! Just pass!! =)

Ouchie. I made a boo boo.

2008-07-27T19:04:00.003+08:00

Banged my knee on the wheel while I tried to parallel park. Good news is, I managed to park it. But after knocking down the poles four times. People, if I fail, don't looked shocked.

=)

Now my knee has a huge oorh-cheh.

Ah. I want to go out dancing. If only I didn't know that I would probably end up on the floor with a broken back, I would go. Unfortunately, my over-dose of ponstan doesn't allow me to do anything fun. And that includes drinking. Oh what a woman of vice I am.

Bad for health.

Every had that feeling.

2008-07-25T14:28:00.000+08:00

Every had the feeling where there's a huge lump in your throat, and there's a heat behind your eyes and that you have no other choice but to swallow it down?

Yea, I'm feeling that.

Being irritable again this morning. The pills didn't work, and my toilet is STILL not done. Bloody construction workers, no wonder they're just construction workers.

I want my toilet back.

At the end of the rainbow?

2008-07-21T18:10:00.002+08:00

You know, after a while at doing something, you question yourself, "Is this what I want?"

And yes, maybe it's my turn to be doing that. At first, I planned one day at a time. I just wanted to be that girl that basically impressed everyone, at everything. The girl that had a solution for every problem, the one that was brutally honest and in your face with everything.

Then I grew up a little, I mellowed out, from $500 for shoes a month, it switched to just shuttin' up about my expenditure; yeah hell, i know ya'll still remember that one. =)

Then I grew some more, and I learnt to keep quiet more, and not talk so much. And *shrug* just kinda started being more easy about everything.

But then, now, it comes to a point where you realize, maybe being so easy about everything wasn't the right choice.

So many people wanted *this* this place in this course, all these opportunities, and yet, I don't seem I actually want all of it. I'm complaining about what I don't have, what I'm so called confused about and just all talk.

To be really honest, I don't know what I want to do.

I'm not so sure anymore that I really want to be [i]in[/i] this industry. Yes, I love writing, I love books, I love fashion, but am I necessarily good at it?

I'm a decent writer, I've got a decent style, I look half decent, half the time, and I'm a decently fluent speaker.

It's all DECENT.

There's nothing that pops out and say " OH GOD GIRL! You've got this and this and this, THEREFORE, you've got to be here."

Unlike some people, like Sam, you KNOW she's meant for the fashion industry. And Sheryl, you know she's gonna be a head honcho someday. And Tasha, hell, you gotta be kidding if you think you want to mess with that girl. And Shy, who's going to probably be some high flying CEO before we can all say 'hello?!'

Not that I'm suddenly all emo and everything, you kinda question where's your place in this world. And if your place is here, now and right where you are, are you doing enough to be worth it?

I know I'm not.

I know I haven't.

It's time to step it up Kristie.

Stop being lazy.

Bedrest, day four.

2008-07-21T09:17:00.002+08:00

SAVE ME!

I know all of you people out there who are probably working and making money, and being tired, will probably want to kill me.

If you can get me out of the house to do it, please, please, please come and get me. I'm PLEADING.

BEGGING EVEN.

To be absolutely positively negative for now (how ironic), I shall attempt to list the things that I cannot do, on my own, in my current situation.

I cannot bend down to unplug my laptop charger from the floor.
I cannot pick up my pen that rolled under the table
I can't reach up my shelves to get my romance novels
I can't swim, walk, run, brisk walk, etc.
I can't actually get ANY sleep at all
I can't pour a glass of water for myself because I can't lift the jug.
I can't play my guzhen
I can't play the piano
I can't move the dining table chairs (which is absolutely random, but yes, I can't lift it)

And all because I have no strength to do so.

This feeling of utter helplessness is really getting to me, and I'm getting extremely impatient with myself and my inability to support myself in life.

Guess what I found out last night? Icing on the cake, I assure you.

My treatment hasn't even started. The epidural is only MASKING the pain in my back. I've hardly begun recovering.

Heavens. I hate life.

Pain in the back. Literally.

2008-07-18T13:01:00.004+08:00

I swear, on my new (not so) hair extensions, if last night was hell, I'd never sin again. And by sinning, I mean including eating fat-causing food.

That feeling where you feel everything is breaking around you and all hell breaks loose, be it sight, sound or hearing, and the only thing that fills your mind is the sound of your own breathing; the feeling of your heart thumping in your chest and the knowledge that that itself is causing you the pain in your ribs; the feeling where you feel like throwing yourself in the dark swimming pool knowing it's 3 am and freezing cold but you'd do it anyway just because there's a chance the pain will stop because the water supports your weight.

Yes, the pain.

I wish I was back in the hospital.

Last night was the experience of a life time. I did something eternally stupid, and ate my last does of painkillers for the next 12 hours at 8 30 in the evening. As expected ( I didn't know it then) by 2. 58 am (by the clock on my mum's bedside) I was awake, and turning from the soreness on my lower back. I didn't sleep, all the way until 6 am, when they stuffed two slices of toast down my throat, swallowed another 2 tablets and painstakingly waited the ten minutes for the medicine to take effect. I woke up 5 hours later.

Now, 10 hours after my 'ordeal' I'm once again feeling the beginnings of the pain, but will have to wait another two hours before my next dose.

Thats the problem with medicine. My life revolves around it. At the peak of the pain, I can't stay in one position for more then 8-10 minutes. I turn, I sit, I walk, I lie on my front, back and side, but none of it long enough for my mind to quiet from the reeling feelings, to sleep.

Sleep escapes me, and only with the help of two painkillers, can I rest for a well deserved 5 hours.

And you thought migraines were bad.

It is almost indescribable, but I will try of course, to share my burden. My doctor says it's akin to labor pains. Of course, for the dear mother to be, she has a kid to look forward to at the end of the process, whereas I have two pills, hallowed in an angelic glow, no less at the end of the journey.

I must say though, you'd have to feel it to know it.

The pure acute white hot flare that pulses in the core of your bones, linking to the electric-like pain shooting down your right leg is what it is- horrid. And when tears course down your face, as you struggle not to make a single sound, just because even screaming would increase your pain more, constricting your back muscles, you know the end is near. You clutch at the sodden pillow with your life, wishing, hoping, praying fervently that time passes faster so you can swallow another two pills, only to realize in the midst of the pain that the clock ticks ten times slower when you're not asleep.

And when you finally pull at the edge of the bed, struggling to reach for that bottle of blue and yellow capsules, like Murphy's law, the bottle falls to the floor, and you tumble along with it, logic flying out the window, ignoring that it is in fact, 6 am, and the world in it's peace is still asleep and crash to the floor, hitting your bum against the closet door, your head against the bedside table, and your poor suffering back against the floor. The bottle of course, like a well shot scripted scene falls open, releasing the pills onto the floor, and your are on your hands, trying to reach for the blue and yellow lifesavers, your hair (extensions) strewn over your face, cold sweat swamping your brow, neck and back, and trying not to move because you simply can't.

And then, your mother, who insisted you sleep with her, jolts awake from the noise of the crash, your sister, falls out of bed from the shock of the crash, your dog starts barking and your two maids wake up and rush in through the door, you think it's all going to be over, you think " God, I'm alive."

But before you know it, your mother yanks on the only part of you visible in the darkness (yes, no one thought to turn on the light), your arm and tries to pull you up from the floor, not knowing of course of the pain that plagues your poor, tired muscles. The pain shoots up your neck, down your back, down both legs and you feel your eyes roll into the back of your head, and you give thanks to God. " Daddy, I'm coming to heaven, please let me go to heaven."

Belatedly you realize you're back on the bed, the light is on, and you've returned from a dead faint just 10 minutes ago. The maid butters toast and shoves them down your throat, and you, unable to protest, eat. After which your mother fairly pushes the pills down your throat and you swallow with a gulp of water.

6. 10 am and it's almost over. You lie there, toss over twice, aware that the household is staring at you, and then slowly, slowly, your vision blurs, the pain in your back subsides and you drift into well deserved slumber.

5 hours later you wake with a slight crick in the neck. Pushing yourself out of bed, you stretch to your feet and feel for your slippers under the bed. Walking out of the room, everyone watches your every step, and you head first to the kitchen, hungry again. As you ask 'So quiet?' the early morning's episode comes floating back and you drag a hand across your face.

" How long till my next dose."

" 4 hours, Kristie."

" Shit."

Oh well. Just another day, huh.

Well lookee here, 60 minutes to my next meeting with the hallowed pills.

"Lord, take me now. "

"Lead me to the cross"

2008-07-13T08:32:00.003+08:00

"I will dwell in the secret place of the most high
I will stay in the shadow of your wings
for LORD you are my refuge,
My tower of strength.
My hope is in you
Secure I stand!"- Adeline Gan, Psalm 91, New Creation Church

Psalm 91
He who dwells in the secret place of the most high,
Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say of the Lord, " He is my refuge, my fortress"
In God, in Him, I will trust.

Surely he will deliver you from the snare of the fowler
and from the perilous pestilence
He shall cover you with his feathers
And under his wings you shall take refuge
His truth will be your shield.
You shall not be afraid of the terror by night
nor by the arrow that flies by night
Nor the pestilence that walks in the darkness
Nor the destruction that lays at noonday.

A thousand may for at your side
and ten thousand may fall at your right hand;
but it shall not come near you
Only with your eyes shall you look,
and see the reward of the wicked

Because you have made the Lord,
who is my refuge,
Even the most high, your
habitation.

No evil shall befall you
Nor shall any plague come near your dwelling.
For he shall give his angels charge over you,
To keep you in all your ways.
They shall bear you up in their hands
Lest you dash your foot against a stone
You shall thread upon the lion and the cobra
The young lion and the serpent you shall trample over.

Because he has set his love upon me, therefore I will
deliver high.
I will set him on high, because he has known my name
He shall call upon me,
and I will answer him;
I will be with him in trouble,
I will deliver him and honor him,
With long life I will satisfy him,
And show him my salvation.

Thank you Daddy God!!

Keep your silence and thus keep the peace.

2008-05-24T18:16:00.003+08:00

Child, use no harsh words and tread lightly on ice. His lordship does not take lightly to being made a fool infront of his guests!

" I'll have you know madam that these days I have said nothing! Nothing! Nothing has escaped, not even the slightest whimper, not the smallest sound. And yet I am spoken to like naught but a prop, a toy, a property of his esteemed arrogance."

Child you should be wary of your words, these walls have ears.

" Madam, I have ears as well, or do you not see them? I pray, then to your God and to mine, that his princely pompousness sees the truth without my speech."

Even in the darkness of the room, she sighed. " What else can be done Madam? I have tried all." Her tone took on one of near desperation. " His temper turns more foul with the matters of the country none have the ability to calm him, or the brewing storm. We know something is afoot, yet there is nothing to be said." Near tears, she fell to her knees, the silk brocade caftan she held in her hands falling as well in a whisper to the marble floor. " Tell me what I have done wrong? Tell me, Madam, what have I done to anger our Lord so? Have I not been docile, quiet, and subdued? Have I not been obedient, or has it been because my colors are no longer to his liking?"

Child, it has naught to do with you, but perhaps a time where men of his stature have to prove their worth.

" Then madam, what else is there?

Nothing. We sit and wait my daughter, we sit and we wait.

Puffiness

2008-05-23T11:43:00.002+08:00

So that day I met Lil' Miss Puffy for tea at starbucks before shopping a little and then joining her group of friends for dinner at carl's. Finally met her Joel- whom I have heard alot about ( All bad, surely) but have not met. Marvin and Kim looked well, thus confirming my suspicions that love does put a glow about a person's face.

It makes me wonder then, why more people aren't glowing. For some obscene reason, they have yet to discover the merits of being in a fulfilling relationship. How odd. Considering I'm a veritable novice in this subject, I try not to say as much, other then the facts that I observe.

Yuki and I met up for dinner once again, this time for Korean at hangsang. We ate our fill of kimchi and set yet another night out, this time with our male counterparts. Since both our other halves have been busy,we've been keeping each other company. Fun, next tuesday is meat loaf night at the Brazillian BBQ place in Vivo. I have no idea how to get there, but rest assured I will. Oh and mental note to make a reservation for four at the restaurant in Vivocity for us to eat our fill in meats. Ah, I feel like a carnivore right at this point of time.

Previously of course, my Japanese-fluent friend and I had attacked Sashimi at IKOI, where I am MOST determined to return before the next month is out. Food there is quite, quite fantastic- anyone with a craving for uncooked fish can join me there.

On another note, Sheryl's birthday is coming!!! It's the naughty nineteen for my dear friend, and we girls will have to crack our brains together to pull up a killer party idea!!

STOP STARING AT ME.

2008-04-27T23:13:00.001+08:00

So.

So everyone in my aqquaintance basically knows right now that my relationship is on the brink of failing. Right? Right.

Well, NEWSFLASH. Guess what people, for once in my life, I'm going to BLOODY make it work even if it kills me.

For the first time in my life, I've found something worth fighting for, and I'll be a big big big dummy if I don't bloody fight for it. We all know, all of us are at an age where we have to make some decisions, and follow through with it. It comes with responsibility; with decisions as to what course to take in college, on whether we're going to take up that next job offer or continue studying. On who we're going to end up with for the next two years.

I met a really nice person on friday, who told me this, " we're not getting any younger, is this really what you want?" And funnily, yes, I realize, I could live like this for the rest of my life, and not complain anymore.

I admit, I had my doubts, but don't fault me, we're all human, we're all full of defects, but what's important, to me at least is that I'm over it now. I'm happy with the way I am, and I will make it work, even if it kills me.

After a long dramatic dinner; which by the way, didn't really conclude anything useful except the fact that I'm a veritable water tap, I made a few conclusions of my own.

Yes, I've been self centered.

Yes, I've been selfish.

Yes, I've been a horrible girlfriend.

Yes, I've been demanding.

Yes, I've been spoilt, pampered and stupidly childish.

Yes, yes, yes, yes to all the accusations.

But you know what, you're right, all of you. All of you who say that I'm probably one of the most horrible, proud, irritating, snobbish people around.

On my life; no my bags ( which are more important, I assure you..) things are going to change, and I'll change, once again, even if I have to chop off all my high heels, even if I have to burn all my Pradas and Guccis, and even if I have to toss my cellphone into the Singapore river.

And I'll tell you why.

BECAUSE I'M STILL MADLY IN LOVE AND I'M NOT GIVING HIM UP!!!

yup. For once in my life, I'm sure, and I'll make it work. Yes, I will. That's determination on a silver platter.

" Nobody's perfect, I'm gonna work it, again and again till I get it right!"

I'm sorry I've got no guts to tell you this, and the only way I can say it is through words that I write. I'm sorry, sorry, sorry for all the things that I said. Honestly, I'm sick and honestly tired of loosing people in my life. My dad I don't see for day after day, my bestfriend is throwing her life down the drain with god knows what, the people closest to me are growing up and leaving me behind; finally I found you, and I guess this is just me not willing to let you go. I can't, I won't. I realized though, that you not being here doesn't mean that you don't care. And even if you don't say the words, I have the right to reassure myself that you're around. I'm sorry I'm such a brat, and I know you don't deserve all the rubbish I'm heaping on you. I love you, and you have to believe me. Please, you just have to believe me. <3>

my darlings.

2008-01-15T22:40:00.000+08:00

News flash.

My facebook babies have now amounted to 9- with new additions to the family from Jon, Tasha and Amelia.

All these facebook babies have just gotten my dormant maternal instincts into a frenzy; I'm having a hard time remembering that they're digital.

Today's Power Pep Talk

2008-01-13T22:52:00.000+08:00

Brian Houston came to New Creation today. Guess I don't need to say much to say how much the messaged rocked. =) Worship was AH-MAZING. Today's service made my day- especially after getting to meet Coach Joce for a photoshoot. It is really an honor to work with-even for such a short time, with such an amazing, determined, gregarious lady of daddy God's word.

After service, I went to hunt for a prayer with Jolene. My back was still hurting and I figured I needed help. Guess who was there to pray with me? Coach Joce!! Coincidence huh. AIYA. It's just too amazing for words. Note how I can't stop using the word amazing.

Amazing.

AMAZING.

wah lao. It's BRIAN HOUSTON la.

Pastor of Darlene Zschech.

AHHHHHHMAZING.

Need I say more?

Anyways, back to other events that happened on this faithful sunday, remember how I, the greedy little pig, added one more request to God during the 3 resolutions thing. I asked, " Daddy, if it's meant to be, let me serve in your ministry in the coming year."

Guess what? Your favorite kid friendly, baby loving, can't-wait-to-get-married-and-have-children Kristie has signed up to help out in the children's ministry; Rock Kidz! I still have to go for an interview, but I'm really eager to try my hand at it. Cross your fingers people! I can't wait!

So. What's this with the facebook babies? Everyone has one! Well, I have 4. But that's just me. I can't believe how much time people are spending on their facebook babies. It's hardly amusing.

Kristie, Kristie. It's not the time for Child-planning. You need to study and graduate. IMPORTANT.

So I keep telling myself. -.-

I'm saying it now.

2007-11-19T00:47:00.000+08:00

I LOVE YOU <3

OMIGAWSHHHH.

2007-11-06T17:11:00.003+08:00

My To-DO list is longer then my Christmas one. Go figure.

And I wonder..

2007-11-02T08:58:00.000+08:00

It's a wonder how I can actually get up and ready for class, considering, I spend most of my nights not doing anything constructive, but lying awake, staring at the bleach-white ceiling. Hardly meaningful.

It's hard to find solace in anything now. Things seem.. well, horrid. Everything looks bleaker then it's meant to be, and it's difficult to focus on things that I'm supposed to be focusing on. Keeping myself busy is not as easy as it seems. In fact saying that I'm actually focusing on focusing on other stuff means I'm not really focusing.

Of course, there's the barrage of " WHY ME?!" questions. Why is it that these emotional decisions always fall into my hands. Why? WHY? WHYYYYY?

And " did I do the right thing?"

I feel like a bad person for saying such things, for being indecisive. It's not a game. I've hurt people and it hurts to know that.

Which brings to question- What have I done?

What's wrong with me.

2007-10-30T23:53:00.000+08:00

HAH.

Thank you shy for accompanying me after school today.
Thank you sam for calling me and checking up on me.
Thank you jo for talking me through.
Thank you kim for meeting me in the morning.

Thank you for giving me something to do.

I might be the biggest idiot on earth after what I just did.

But I'm also the biggest liar if I don't say this now.

I miss you, and probably will for a very, very long time.

Getting me through the days

2007-10-29T11:55:00.000+08:00

I gotta say what’s on my mind.
Something about us, doesn’t seem right... these days.
Life keeps getting in the way.
Whenever we try,
somehow the plan, is always rearranged.

It’s so hard to say,
But I gotta do what’s best for me.
You’ll be okay...

I’ve got to move on, and be who I am.
I just don’t belong here,
I hope you understand.
We might find our place in this world someday,
But at least for now,
I gotta go my own way.

Don’t wanna leave it all behind.
But I get my hopes up, and I watch them fall, every time.
Another color turns to grey.
And it’s just too hard... to watch it all... slowly fade away.

I'm leaving today
'Cause I gotta do what’s best for me.
You’ll be okay...

I’ve got to move on, and be who I am.
I just don’t belong here,
I hope you understand.
We might find a place in this world someday,
but at least for now,
I gotta go my own way.

PICTURES!

2007-10-06T15:40:00.001+08:00

So.

I turned eighteen a couple of days ago. And here are the pictures.

I'm not going to be the world's biggest idiot and upload everything- noppppe. But here's a treat. Those of you who have heard about Sam's much talked-about turbine-motion hand-signals, I have a picture that catches her in action.

Good huh. Told you ya'll should have come for fondue with us. It's also about time I match faces to the few more important people in my life- who were there for my sweet eighteen...

This is the result of the much-sharpening of the pictures. Sam, Sheryl and Shermain, ya'll need training in not shaking when taking pictures.
=P Tried my hand at black and white. The white blur there is actually the sunflower that the girls got me.
and no. I didn't drink. It was chocolate. Serious.
Why won't you believe me?! I didn't drink!

Can't help that.

2007-10-03T09:36:00.000+08:00

Things took a disgusting turn in the middle of dinner yesterday night. What was supposed to be a brilliant night at Oosh turned out horrible when I found out I had left my digital camera in the cab.

So smart right.

MY NEW SONY CYBERSHOT LORRRRRRH.

fuck.

I've already called the cab company and they said that they would trace it to the best of their ability. This is retarded. I want them to do more!!! MORE MORE MORE.

I hate it. I hate loosing things. I makes me feel so dumb. And I really want my camera back. Elsie says theres a 50-50 chance of getting it back. But my hopes aren't so high. What did I do to deserve loosing it. It's at times like this where I start to think that it is because I did something wrong, that's why this is like retribution for that.

So what's the most memorable part of my eighteenth birthday?

Sadly it wasn't because weimin came over with icecream cake (which is a godsend) and my present at 12 midnight- nor was it dinner at Oosh with the girls. It was just, very simply and sadly, the fact that I lost my nice, shiny sony cybershot. And I'm not going to get it back.

Yes. I sound depressed. Where are my kisses?

CONGRATULATIONS

2007-09-29T00:17:00.000+08:00

Congratulations to my new favorite couple!!!!

ERIC AND SALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

=) *beams*

EIGHTEEN YEARS AND RUNNING.

2007-09-27T13:54:00.001+08:00

Okay luvs. here's the deal.
Celebrations are going to start this week, so here's the plan.

Saturday is going to be a great party for the extended family and a couple of friends, Catering and a kickass birthday cake.

I'm also going to mark my eighteenth by going to church on sunday.

Monday is MOVING DAY! And at night, the entire family is going for seafood at east coast Because that's what I want.

IT'S A SWEET EIGHTEEN FOR ME!!!
Tuesday I have to work, but it's Dinner with the girls to MARK THE SPOT! Ladies, dress up, we're going to OOSH!

3rd OCTOBER, 2007!
Lets start the PARTY at ZOUK
CLUB-HOPPING is an OPTION. =)

if you wanna come, do. =) Not that the clubbing thing is a party or anything, but it's a chance to see me wasted. Since the people going have expressed their explicit interest in getting me wasted.

hiiii.

2007-09-26T11:09:00.001+08:00

just realized that my previous posts have comments.. Sorry. =P didn't see.

Thank you cheak, Thiang and those others that I didn't reply. heh

Something blue?

2007-09-20T19:07:00.000+08:00

So hello again chicas!

So I'm turning eighteen in just a a little while, so if ya'll want to join me for mimosas whenever I can get a day off work, I'll be more then glad. If not? Well, you'll see a couple of more emo blog posts.

I've always wondered why my blog seems so sporadic? Well I think it's an effort on my part to stop blogging when I feel like it. Blogs are supposed to be truthful, so they're not supposed to be planned. Once you plan them, they become a message board for the rest of the world. So I've stopped planning. Not planning opens up more options for when you finally face up to that blank canvas.

I am and have to be the hugest idiot on planet. I so smartly left my digital camera at the office. So now, when I'm finally in the mood to photoshop away those hideous eyebags, I can't. Because why? I left the darn camera at work in the first place. Just this morning I left my phone at home, and now this. Gah.

On a brighter note, I'M MOVING!!!!!

HOMG in a week, I'm moving out of this house in a week! HURRAH!!! Moving to Minton Rise means I can move into Blossoms in a week. =) It's all smiles for me. We're just going to be staying at Minton for a couple of months, then after that it's on to Blossoms for chinese new year next year! =) By then, hopefully the love life would have sunk in for the family, and everything would be fine. The girls are staying over this weekend for rounds of mahjong and a sleepover, before my relatives come over next weekend to trash up the place one final time before we move. I'm going to go wine shopping because guess what? I CAN LEGALLY DRINK! Legally. =) And i can actually go out dancing. Bummer though, I'm working on my birthday. Oh well. I'll definately turn eighteen with a bang, but it can always be belated, because why?

SHERMAIN AND I ARE GOING TO HOKKAIDO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm so psyched to have her going with me on this family holiday. Really. HONEST.

This entry is really crazily out of order.

I realize i haven't really posted pics from the jap trip in june; those will be up shortly.

till then, BYE!

Hello <3

2007-09-10T09:16:00.000+08:00

I'm back! Wow. After such a long time, I've finally decided to get off my ass and sit down and type out a post. It's kinda ironical about the getting off my ass and sitting down, but that's just a figurative speech of some sort.

So just a rough undetailed post about what's happening in my life- well, I'm all set to take the SATs next june, so for now I'm studying hard for the test then. I'm also working at the moment, so things are pretty packed for me. I have to really try to squeeze in everything that I want to do before school starts. Next sem is going to be hectic, so yes, i'm trying my best to relax and work at the same time.

Quote of the day. " Friends don't let friends take home ugly men." Now, if I followed that, all of my friends would be single. I've learnt not to have such high expectations for my fellow peers. After all, not everyone is as blessed as I am.

I am, of course, very evidently, and definately kidding. So ladies, don't get grilled up over this little bit of fun; my purpose is neither to slander nor to defame, but just to entertain myself for a wee bit.

I'm amazed, really, at how much the world has changed. Given the chance, in the olden days, when hypocrisy was not as rampant, we could spew out words and worry not at them being turned into spears, knives and parangs. However, in this day and age, everything we say becomes a weapon for rebuke, every word we utter becomes something of an ammunition for our opponent. And in this large game we call Life, we have no clue as to our allies and our family, or our enemies and the rogue killers.

Somber for a monday morning post, but I can't help it -It was something I realized over the past week, and I can't help but lament about it's unfairness in the world. For those new to this game like yours truly, we have no idea of the rules, and the only way to find out is to crash and burn just a few billion more times. The veterans of the game- jetsetters, highflyers, bosses and the like will most likely take one look at the youth and the innocence resting in your doe-like eyes and leave you floundering in the ocean that is the industry.

Morbid isn't it.

Oh well. Everyone has to go through it, so why not start now. * jumps off cliff* *screams*

Ah. That didn't work. I checked for broken limbs but the report came back negative. Sheesh. Since when did commiting suicide take so much nerve?

My weekend passed in a blur- I spent time loitering around far east plaza, buying near nothing, but annoying the horde of shoppers who were thronging the shops, and along with that the shop keepers. Sam and I kept our eyes pealed for fashion disasters, and as always, the varieties were lined up like sashimi in a japanese buffet. Seriously. From the most hideous frilly skirt to the most disgusting chilli bowl bangs, we saw them all.

Sunday was relatively relaxing, politically and emotionally, compared to the myraid of emotions that flooded my veins on Thursday night. I slept soundly, innocently waking up the next morning, with only the blaring of the alarm clock 5 minutes later destroying my image of a perfect week with the reminder that I had to be at work in one scant hour. Argh. The working life. How I wish it wasn't so.

Those who have been following my writing religiously would know- I miss the days of Dori, Janice and the like- perhaps even Claudine.

guess who's back?

2007-09-06T23:51:00.000+08:00

being nice =)

2007-07-13T22:13:00.000+08:00

Yes. Once again, I’m back to 2 blog posts in a day.

Shy and I had dinner together again today, back at the old steak place just off clementi area. And Yes, we’re both psyched for the chance to return once again to Qingdao, China. =)

We kinda talked about what happened in the past, and its quite, quite obvious why we are friends now. No doubt, she’s not my absolute best friend- neither am I hers, but I’m happy to have her as a friend. I put it all to the Qingdao trip though. I mean, 2 weeks together, in the same bloody province and sitting at the same table kind of does that to you, make you end up liking a person that you absolutely disliked. I did like her much better. Or I guess it could be said that we both ended up being better people, or better people to one another after not having so much friction.

Although I have to touch on one thing- despite me not liking Shy back in sem 1, I respected for who she was; I really did. Because above all of that rubbish, she was/is a person that never backed down for what she stood for, including if she didn’t like a person very much. Assuming that I was at the top of her black list, yea, I kinda got the point and I made sure she got my point too. Which is actually much more then I can say for a lot of people.

And I’m happy we got over our differences. I am, really! Why do I get the feeling those of you reading this are looking at the screen in a very incredulous manner? It’s true! And if we get to go back to Qingdao together, with the addition of a few people ( you know its you!) I’ll be the happiest person on earth, or as I’m now fond of saying, the most blessed girl on earth! Or any more blessed then I am now!

On the trip in Qingdao, there were a few that were curious as to why I was friends with Shyanne. Well, for one, it’s a been there, done that outlook, and secondly, she’s actually quite similar to how I see myself. I know, I know, we have completely different personalities and ways of dealing with things, but sometimes, I can’t help but see a something something in her that I find familiar to myself. Likewise with Tasha. =)

Tasha, for one, is an amazing person. Although she burps at the table- she is an amazing person. She just keeps pushing herself further and further, and for everything else that we probably have argued about, or maybe not- can’t remember, I respect her as well. I do, really.

It amazes me how much things have changed since year one. I think I changed. Maybe I’m less bossy then when I was in secondary school ( hopefully!) but yes, I can’t help but admit it. Things have changed. I can’t help but think that somehow or another, all that happened I quite expected. What I didn’t expect was how things ended. Somehow I imagined a more graceful closure. But when one door closes, two others open. Things that happened brought me closer to a couple of people that matter in my life- the girls, obviously, people who used to matter, then stopped mattering, but now they are waaaaaaaay at the top of the list.

It’s perhaps in a self-justification type feeling that I’m blogging this part of my entry, but I’m hoping against hope that this portion doesn’t slip into the sense of childishness that I have been working hard to curb. Call it self pity, call it whatever, but aside from all those ugly scenes, I’m happy. I really am. Thanks to the few people that have been there, to the few others that have just entered my life, thanks to the whole lot of you for opening my eyes, just to see that the world- or at least my part in it, wasn’t as simple as I first saw it to be.

Grudges are tiring to hold. What’s the point of grasping on to it? I don’t think I did truly let go of it. I still keep talking about it, I still keep dwelling on it. Though I keep telling myself that there’s no point in saying, or being angered by it. Why? Why should I subject myself to that kind of stress? Honest and truly, I have more pressing things to think about. You’re right. All of you are, you’re entitled to your own opinion. So yes, I have made a decision, I will actively prevent myself from dwelling on it. And I’ll appreciate all the help that I can get, thank you very much.

On that topic, I ask myself, all the time, why? Why did I care? Why did I even step into it? What made me start doing the things that I did? Does it make me a bad person that I don’t do things like that anymore? Was what I did even right? Was helping a bad choice? Was caring a recipe for hurt? And was even trying to understand a road to even more confusion?

Well, the answer to that, is I don’t know.

But what I do know is, I don’t regret any of it. Not one. Because at every point of my life, I think there is something I’m meant to do. Whether I do it the right way will be for my counterpart to judge, but either way, it was something I’m meant to do. Maybe it was because I made a mistake in doing them, that’s why I have to accept the consequences, but that’s all part of the game- it’s always a game isn’t it?

In this life and in the next
I hope and pray for this to end
Because when one person makes a wish
They believe the chances are godsend.

But what they don’t see is
People and people make it happen
Only when people hurt people,
Do things get saddened.

Then tears start to fall,
And they don’t seem so tall,
Not anymore you tell yourself,
But deep down inside, you know it’s not all.
Tales and stories are spun,
Round and round the carousel
You pick and choose what you hear,
Write, see and tell.

Even as things get more complicated,
I won’t say that I’ve regretted.
Not a bit,
Not one single bit.

because I love you

What happened?

2007-07-13T11:05:00.000+08:00

Things have been going on quite marvellously.

Yesterday mom and I caught the premier of Harry Potter, an SPH invitation. The movie wasn't spectacular.

Spoiler Alert....

Harry has a disgusting hairstyle, and coupled with that, a disgustingly overchiseled jaw. Great. Just Great. The parts about Fred and George leaving school was amaturely presented; there was absoulutely no character developement. Snape and the occulmency lessons were mediocre. Dumbledore was as lousy as usual, Cho Chang became the sneak, Umbridge was gross ( good portrayal though). Draco Malfoy appeared for all of 3 minutes, Dudley was not fat enough, Petunia became a slut in a mini dress, Ginny wasn't pretty enough, Hermione had hardly any acting space, Sirus was desperately underportrayed, tonks had no screen time, lupin appeared for 3 seconds at the start, then 3 seconds at the end. All in all, i didn't like it. It way just too... average.

There were good parts obviously, like the portrayal of Bellatrix LeStrange by Helena Bonham Carter. She was good. Better then good. But then again, it was Helena, a veteran like herself. I was happy to see Lucius Malfoy on screen though. A Potter movie is simply not complete without the appearance of Jason Issacs.

*end*

So what's up now? Well, I just had my radio test. PFTTTTTT. A big fat C thanks to my inability to press the darn button. I turned on PFL and everything was good while I picked up Shy's call. But OMG when i was trying to record it, I didn't turn on the phone line. So annoying. So instead of my bright and shiny A I dropped to a C. Darn it. So not happy about it. In other words, I need an A for my next test so I can neutralize my scores and at least get a B average.

PR is going quite well. =) I'm quite happy about it. Rick is a good partner, so I'm not so worried. So far, Ms Zalina's been really nice about it, and has been helping us alot. Thank God.

Saturday is Harry Potter once again with Shermain and Shy ( i think) at GV VIVO.

Hooray! The weekend is finally here!! So keeping with the tradition that I haven't really been keeping to? Well, I'm wearing faded green jeans, a white knit sweater and my slytherin scarf. Call it a tribute to the one week to the release of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I for one, am hoping for the darn protagonist to die. Harry should just be wiped off the earth, never to return again. Can't wait for the seventh book. I want Harry to die. He has no purpose in this world. Absolutely none. Which makes it even more annoying since Daniel Radcliffe is getting paid millons for acting as that over-troubled, over-dramatic, self pitying brat.

Though the more money-minded part of me feels that after the books and the movies, they should have HP as a sitcom. Like a wizarding F.R.I.E.N.D.S. Nice huh.

I can't wait for Monday. <3

When the early morning blues...

2007-07-08T10:54:00.000+08:00

hit you, you realize one thing- you're hungry.

I'm really hungry right now, but the diet plan's not allowing me to eat too much.

okay I'm totally kidding. Before ya'll come knocking on my door and start advertising the bad-ness of going on diets, I'm just going to say one thing. I'm not on a extreme diet. I'm just cutting down what I eat and watching my weight. This is the first ever time i'm actually doing this, like for real so lets hope i live through it. boo. But i'm really hungry and a yogurt bar looks really good right about now. Or an apple. Man life is bleak.

Anyways, a couple of us are getting worried about Roman, who left for his.. cousin's wedding like a month ago, but hasn't been back every since. Stupid guy isn't aswering phones, or emails, or messages, so we're all getting a bit on the scared side. We've debated actually going down to San Fran to look for him. I mean, there are a couple of people who lives near him, so yea, we could always fund a trip down. But then again, maybe we're being too paranoid about such things. He could be on holiday after all. =)

SERVICE TODAY PEOPLE!

All psyched up! I have to remember to let Jolene know i'm going for service with Sam. Shall text her before I go later. On another note, HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO SAM AND CLIFFORD! It's the one year mark for them!! Time flies non? Yesterday was spent with the best friend and Shermain. tsk tsk tsk. About time Best Friend. She's been on MIA mode for the past like.. 6 months, so it was really rare for me to see her. It was quite nice though, if only for 3 short hours. Boo. But oh wells! We shall meet again soon. Shermain and I went running yesterday, though we only ran half the distance which I used to do. I'm getting old. pftt.

So life's good. Life's great actually. Yep. In fact, I'm just not going to say anything else about it. I love my life. I love what's happening to me, I love Church.

I love you.

WHOO

2007-07-03T14:35:00.000+08:00

Create your own Friend Test here

To be Born Again

2007-07-01T21:14:00.000+08:00

... is about worship. To be born again, and to be a New Creation. Honestly, I never grasped the meaning of that until after service today. Jesus bore our sin and made us whole, and by accepting him as our savior, we are born again, as Children of God. I really am happy now. Things that have happened so far have just been nothing but blessings. So much so that I feel so wealthy, so fortunate, so loved.

Just a note, for a friend who's walk with God has been down recently, don't move further away, but instead keep yourself in God's embrace by being a witness to all that he stands for. =) Or you could grab a starbucks. Coffee always makes things seem clearer to me.

Well, other then service, Sherm and I intended to queue for donuts today, but decided that that would be relatively insane. The queue was THIS long. Or rather... THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS long. So we forgot about it, then went to starbucks before service. I bought something!! =) Not that I'm gonna tell you, or you what it is. It's a surprise, and ya'll will find out soon! It's a surprise. Though I think I'm rather daft for doing it, I still am going to do it. Call me crazy!

Work's been okay. Grades are not as expected, but i'm determined to do better. I have to work hard man. It appears that things are not as easy as they seem to be. Caught up with a couple of friends today, Sheryl and Sam during service. So nice now that I see them more often.

Just realized that my entry is rather sporadic, so I believe I shall just stop here. I'll be back soon though, once I finish doing my.. nevermind. It's a surprise after all! =)

hugs and kisses!

when somebody loves me, everything is beautiful.

coco lee. <3

2007-06-28T09:55:00.000+08:00

My heart says we've got something real
Can I trust the way I feel
'Cause my heart's been fooled before
Am I just seeing what I want to see
Or is it true, could you really be

(chorus)
Someone to have and hold
With all my heart and soul
I need to know, before I fall in love
Someone who'll stay around
Through all my ups and downs
Please tell me now, before I fall in love

I'm at the point of no return
So afraid of getting burned
But I want to take a chance
Please give me a reason to believe
Say, that you're the one
That you'll always be

(repeat chorus)

It's been so hard for me
To give m heart away
But I would give my everything
Just to have you say

(repeat chorus)

After a while...

2007-06-11T23:14:00.000+08:00

You really get the feeling that somethings are just meant to be.

And for all of that, I really do thank God. Literally meaning. I thank God that he's accepted me, or rather that he's shown me what it is like that I've accepted Him in my life. And really, it's as if I've seen so much more now. There's really only one thing I ask for now. I want to go back to China, I want to see the kids. I Want to see their smiles and then some more. =)

Things have been moving rather fast lately. More so then I think they should, but me thinking about them would be like taking back the problems after I've asked God for help. People should stop doing that. Coming to think of it, lots of people do it everyday, with or without knowing it. We should just... well, let it go. Let things go. Let things be and live with them. Like Tasha said, choices have consequences, and I've made choices in my life. And now I've living with the consequences. In this case, I don't think the consequences are necessarily bad. Rather, I'm quite happy with my life as it is.

you've been a blessing to me.

-kristie <3

And Chinese, my love

2007-05-22T09:04:00.000+08:00

我真的沒想到我會真的用chinese來寫我的感決。joanne，這一端字是寫給你看的！開心嗎？

okay! So i've lost things for myself to say, so whatever, Joanne, this is proof enough that I can type chinese! And that I will, however, I will not torture myself or my reades anylonger and will move on to more interesting parts of my life, namely the 2 people that have made my day.

First up, I would like to extend a warm welcome to the newest member of my family, Shannon the Schnauzer!

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Shannon is an aquarius, born on the 22nd of Febuary, and arrived in my home on saturday, 19th of may.

and....there's.. The Scary Bread Chomper!!!!

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With that I end the very short info post. Due to my lazyness and lack of sleep.

Whenever I think..

2007-05-15T22:16:00.000+08:00

Children with no homes
Children with no family
Children with lives dry as the Sahara
Children who have no inkling on who they are, or who they want to be.

Who am I to be sad, who am I to complain. And even though the problems I see are real, theirs are such much more real then mine.

Everytime we touch, I get this feeling, and everytime we kiss I swear I could fly, can’t you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last, I need you by my side. And everytime we touch, I feel this static, and everytime we kiss I reach for the sky, Can’t you hear my heart beat so, I can’t let you go, I want you in my life.

Ever thought of what could happen if that one person in your life, the one that you want to meet most, suddenly appeared, but all you could do was watch from afar?

Have you ever loved somebody so hard it made you cry? Have you ever needed something so bad you can’t sleep at night, have you every tried to find the words, but they don’t come out right? Have you ever?

Whenever I think of the kids I’ve seen, or people I’ve seen, I marvel at how simple a touch can be. It’s a hug, a laugh, a smile, a form of human contact. And even if you’ve never seen things like that, it should lie in your imagination, when someone cries, stopping only when comforted with an embrace.

No man is worth the aggravation, that’s ancient history, been there, done that! No chance, no way, I won’t say I’m in Love. It’s too cliché, I wont’ say I’m in love.

And sometimes when it wrenches your heart out of your body, but yet you feel as if it was the best thing on earth. Sometimes when you don’t know who to trust, and you don’t know if you should even trust yourself. Sometimes you just want to run away.

Sometimes I run, sometimes I hide, sometimes I’m scared of you, but all I really want is to hold you tight, deep inside, be with you day and night, baby all I need is time.

Those are the times you sit down and think. And think. And think.

Love, Kristie.

Mr. Perfect.

2007-05-14T00:21:00.000+08:00

It has now come to my attention that the perfect paragon, also known as my ideal guy, really does exist. He does!

-Funny,
-Humorous
-good physique
-older then me
-definately cute
-witty
-doesn't give in to me all the time
-but loves me.

He's not THAT hard to find now that I know thus species of guys still exist in the world. They exist, namely in the form of my Cousin. Who I will marry in the event that he is not my cousin. And even if Cousins are allowed to marry, I find it inanely disgusting. Add that to the fact that he has a nice girlfriend. =) Lucky girl that. And bonus points, he knows how to cook! And he knows I love ben and Jerry's. Well done. It's amazing how people ( him ) can be so much nicer to me then the people i've known for ages. He doesn't pretend to understand me, and he treats me like I matter. And that is what matters. I love it how i have such a huge family, and even though I don't know all of them, and vice versa, we get to know each other, which is a great thing. I mean, think about it, when we started out, he and I just sat opposite each other for lunch and exchanged glances. After one day, we were playing monopoly and teasing and laughing, and he won, obviously.

Yep, now that I'm certain people like that exist, I will continue my quest for my Mr. Perfect. Just like my Cousin. =)

=> PICTURES TO COME SOON!

Turnips are smart.

2007-04-30T19:11:00.000+08:00

Good morning fair citizens of Kristieland.

Yes, I've had one too many cups of light beer last night. And although I am not properly hungover, I shall take the chance to pretend to be hungover. So why don't you all nice people just humor me and bow to the queen Kristie. =)

There's nothing much to say on the blog I'm afraid, and I'm doing this for the sake of just updating it. It stinks that my life is so boring that i'm just sitting here, lazying my day away. Thank god for shermain, who I will be going out with tomorrow. Thank you God. I have recieved the photos for the china trip. However, I am being lazy and so, whoever wants to see the pictures can either buy be starbucks or ask someone else. *hint*, Wenting.

Bah. I have a meeting on wednesday for my projects. And once again, I shall hurl myself right into the midst of being busy. You shall neither see hide nor hair of mine for the coming weeks. Also, I feel the inane need to comment on the intelligence of people today. Earlier this afternoon, I spoke with a representative from a bank who called looking for Mommy.

" Hello, my name is julie and I am calling from XXXX bank looking for Mrs Chiew."

do I care what your name is?!

Me: she's not at home.

Julie: She's not at home? Is that so? Well, will you tell her I called while she was not at home and to please call me back?... On second thought, is there anyway to reach her when she's not at home?

IQ level of a turnip, that one.

Randomly, I had a nap this afternoon. Which is why the post says " good morning"

SCARED, SCARED, SCARED of DARK.

2007-04-05T19:21:00.000+08:00

CANNOT ARH?!

=)

That aside, I quite adored my time in China. More specifically Qingdao, Hua Shan Zhen, Creative Technology Hostel. The rooms were as good as can be expected, 2 queen size beds, a tv, two desks, 2 closets, internet connection, a phone line, and a sitting toilet with hot water. Not to mention electric blankets- no doubt Wenting's favorite part of the room. I vividly remembering taking showers, then immediately jumping into bed to warm up under the thick blankets. All this while, with Wenting on the next bed, cutting her precious ketupat paper, snipping away at the neon green and yellow.

For that 14 days, plus or minus a couple of hours, I lived with Wenting as my roomate, and it's safe to say that I enjoyed every single moment of it. For the record, this is not the first time I'm meeting her, but it's also safe to say that before this, I hardly exchanged more then three words with her. My impression of Wenting at first, to say the least was wary. But that was before I met this court jester. Without her contineous laughter, I really don't know how I could survive 24 hours in a foreign country. On the first meeting we had for the Qingdao 07 trip, Wenting and I had already hit off on rather steady footing. From then, I'm happy to say that we were completely open with each other, despite mutual friends, arugments between mutual friends and the like. Like what she told me during one of the late nights, I really enjoyed her company; some roomates would just ignore each other and go about their own business. To them, sharing a room was a chore. But for me, I throughly enjoyed the trip, and Wenting was a big part of it. After all, you can't go through the lack of hot water, the hard as rock mantous, the smelly but lovable as hell kids, the ice cream and the convienience store, and the crying and goodbyes without being better friends. For that, Thank You Wenting. =)

The night I departed Singapore, I'm sad to say that I almost did not want to go. Sure, I might have been away from home a couple of times, but still, I'm a girl, and for all that determination, that stubborness, all that strength and that optimism, I was scared, I was afraid, and I didn't want to leave. In the end, I did leave. The plane took off, and I sat next to Wenting, and had a horrible time trying to sleep. It was a turbulent ride, and I spent the trip listening to Wenting sniff and sneeze. Poor girl was getting the flu, and we hadn't even reached Beijing yet. We did land safely, and rushed into the domestic terminal. For all our rushing, we managed to miss the next flight we were to catch to Qingdao. All because of a rogue roll of mahjong paper. Imagine the frustration! The irritation!! But there was no choice. The plane had left without us, and all that was left to do was the hang around the airport until the next flight, which was at around 7pm. While hanging around with Gerald, Kenneth, Shyanne, Wenting, Weilong and Jieting, we were stalked by a funny man! We had picked an alcove to settle down and catch a nap when this oddball started pacing in front of us, occasionally stopping to count our bags, and eye us weirdly. Finally sensing that this idiot wasn't there with any good intentions, Gerald woke up a sleeping Kenneth to go and get trolleys. At that time, Wenting was in the toilet, Shy, Jieting and Weilong were out taking a walk, leaving Gerald, myself and a sleeping Kenneth.

Gerald: eh, kenneth, go get 2 trolleys.
Kenneth: hur. Why?
Gerald: don't ask! just go!
Kenneth: Orh. *shuffles off*

The rest of the trolley transaction went off smoothly, and we managed to load the bags onto the trolleys and move off to another area of the airport. Thank god for Gerald and his NS trained thinking. He asked us to immediately check our things for suspicious items, as well for anything missing. We hurried back to the meeting point to relate the story to our friends. Above all, it was Kenneth's sleepy blurness that entertained us all.

Our Entertainment during the stay in the airport... Besides Kenneth that is..

We arrived in Qingdao in one piece despite a rocky plane ride, and all was well as we took the coach to Creative Technology. Room assignment was short and sweet, and before long, Wenting and I were tucked up and asleep, with the lights and TV on, no less. Both of us were quite, quite afraid of the dark, and the lights and TV remained on for the rest of our stay there.

Day 2 dawned bright and early and we were out of bed with a leap. Earlier on the previous day, a couple of guys from the video team had taken to refering to me as 'primary colours' due to the clothes that I brought. Honestly, I had no intention of being a bright beacon of color among the winter shades of dark navy and black or the occasional maroon, but a check in the closet proved their words true. My every article of clothing save a pale blue turtleneck, a gray pullover and a white turtlenice was brightly colored in pink, green or yellow! My inner self must be more Korean then I really am, for the color scheme was distinctively straight out of a Korean drama, right down to the bright magenta scarf! But no matter, I ignored a nagging feeling and pushed aside negative thoughts as I pulled on a lime green turtleneck, threw on a cap and pulled Wenting out of our door. Upstairs we could already hear Kailyn banging on doors, rousing the still abed. We stayed in the lobby, which was not much colder then the air outside, to wait for the rest so we could go to breakfast together. After a breakfast of egg and a peculiar looking kind of prata, we left for our first glimpse of the primary school. A meeting with the principle came and following that, a tour of the school. The day ended fast- our meeting with the children was going to delayed another day. Just as well, that gave Wenting one more day to finalize her teaching plans. Before the trip, Wenting was assigned to be the teaching coordinator, and throughout the trip, she was the busiest of us all. She ran the show smoothly, and optimistically dealt with every problem. Well done Wenting!

Our first day excitement!!

Day three arrived in the slip of an eye and we found ourselves back at the Primary school bright and early. Our first topic was music and I busied myself sorting out candy while trying to clamp down the inward nervousness I felt. This was going to be my first teaching experience in Chinese, and as much as I was looking forward to it, I was also dreading it for obvious reasons- my Chinese was not at it's best!! Frankly, my Chinese standard is mediocre at best! I asked myself time and again- How was I to teach children I couldn't communicate with?! 'Thank Goodness' I thought to myself. ' Thank Goodness for Gerald and Kenneth, maybe I'll just slip into the background and let them do the main teaching...' When the time came, PFTT. I wanted to kick those two in the shins! Consideringly, my spoken chinese was the worse, and as the most fluent, I expected Kenneth to step up to the bat. But that bugger got blur and stage fright! My god. Then I glanced at Gerald and he nodded, " Eh... eh..我們是..eh...我們是從..." and then he just stopped there. Inwardly I was praying to God to take me right then. But no. I was not going to disappoint a class of 49 kids. Mustering up the courage and what chinese I had memorized from my repeated watching of Meteor Garden and Huan Zhu Ge Ge, I tossed the guys a scalding look and proceeded to introduce myself and request a 自我解召。The children cooperated and by the end of 49 self introductions, I was confident enough to teach them a song. With Kenneth and Gerald's help, we tested their comprehension of the english language before teaching them 'Head and Shoulders, Knees and Toes". By the end of that, Kenneth had regained his stage confidence and continued the lesson by a sharing session about music and their favorites. We ended the first half of the day as the entire chorused together, singing a rendition of 'Tong Hua'.

My darling angels and devils ^_^

We retured after lunch to play outdoor games with them, first teaching them a mass dance, and then moving on to play games. With the observation from Joshua that some of the Games were a mess, Gerald, Kenneth and I improvised with the Eagle and chicken game. After which we played variants of the cat and mouse, the wolf and the sheep, and I even played with the girls a round of 'Drop the Hankie'. Which I proceeded to loose for running in the wrong direction. As my forfiet, Gerald was forced by a horde of adoring females to sing. The adoring females were aged 9 to 11. All in all, the day was good, and I went home with a smile as my Kids screamed goodbyes from the front porch. That was the beginning of a long journey.

The hours leading up to Day four was uneventful; Wenting and I took our baths and slept, before that, I went with her trapising the corridors, handing out crepe paper and materials for the next day's activity. We had an early night and fell asleep chatting about our classes. Seems to be that my class was the nicest of all, and not surprisingly, I felt a sense of pride creeping up my spine. I might have known them for only less then a day, but those little cherubs and their wide teeth smiles already wanted me as a teacher and a friend. That alone meant much more to me then anything else I had ever experienced. Right in front of me, there was 49 kids, who implicitly trusted my teamates and myself, even though our relationship's history lasted for less then 10 hours. These were children sitting in front of me, eager to learn, to play, and limitlessly sincere in every action, every word that drop from their lips. Morning came once again, and I packed my things up and left the dorm, patting back a yawn as we walked downstairs. It was yet another day, another 4 hours I would spend with the children. The moment I walked into class, one of the girls, Weilong's geek in the pink handed me a hair clip, and yet another handed me a sheet of stickers that she had painfully collected for a year. To say I was touched would be an understatement. Promptly I put the clip in my hair. That hairclip, in any auction in my life, would be worth more then my Hermes wallet, my LVs or my Pradas. It would be worth more then all my shoes, my clothes, and all my worldly posessions. That clip, along with the many drawings, goodluck charms and letters, would occupy the space on my walls, until it was time that my own child was old enough to pick up a crayon and create a colored mess of her own. It might be only one hairclip, but to them, it was worth weeks of allowances, and to me, a lifetime of childlike innocence. At that age, they so easily trust complete strangers, when they grow up, that innocence, that almost naivety would be rare. I pushed aside anyother emotions besides happiness and went on with the lesson. That day, we took them through brightly colored costumes and had them design their own outfits. I of course played the good person and kept dropping hints. In the end, we rewarded every group, and made them learn the value of sharing. The morning came to an end and we trooped back to the hostel, looking forward to that afternoon.

That afternoon, while we were about to start the outdoor lesson, Mr Yeo searched me out, asking me to go and help Eunice and Dorcas with their class. Very simply, their class was rebellious and a very normal class of teens. I played the bad guy- someone had to- and scolded the bunch of them, picking out 2 guys in the front row, and after another ten minutes, picked out yet another guy in the corner making a fool of the dance as well as his teachers. After that, the lesson went fluidly and I was able to run through the first half of the dance and made sure that they we able to follow and grasp it. I hurried back to my own class, anxious to see them as I promised before they all left for home. I barged into the classroom only to see Gerald wielding a cane and Kenneth writing english words on the board. What had happened to fun?! I dragged Kenneth out of the classroom and the story came out. Gerald lost his temper and whacked the table with the wooden stick. At that moment, I was furious. I had never been hit in my entire life, and in my eyes, hitting a child would not only be a bad thing to do, but something I will never abide by. To see Gerald holding the cane, I felt instantly protective and wanted to drag him out of there. However, a part of me understood the fact that he was doing that as an act. Likewise as I was in Eunice's class, Gerald played the bad guy in mine. The day passed uneventfully but I did express disapproval to Gerald's cane-tactic. He in turn explained, which left me quite speechless, but nonetheless still adamant about not punishing kids.

Day 5 came and went without much to speak about, and it was the weekend. The weekend was a mark of how many days we had left with the children. It was a mere three days left, and after that, we would go home, home to our warm beds, our flushable toilets, and our singaporean food. Somehow, that didn't seem to be such a good thing. I would no doubt miss the dimly lit toilet, the girls with their dark hair in braids, their fingernails lined with dirt and grime. We returned to Hua Shan after a weekend away from the small town, after some time in the city. During the weekend, Libing had taken ill, and had to be sent time and again to the hospital. Liang Tong kept vigilance by her side through it all, for that, I admire her. A true friend is hard to find. Sadly, the people who I would do the same for, there would not be many. When we returned to Hua Shan, Libing and Liang Tong did not return with us, but our other casualty, Chrystal, who sprained her ankle, was able to come back whole and healthy. Things did not turn out well for Libing and by the night of day seven, it was within sight that she would have to return to Singapore to seek treatment. Her conditioned had worsened and by the next day, Libing and Liangtong had caught the next flight to Shanghai and then to Singapore. Emotions were by then, running high in the air with our last day at the school and a goodbye to the kids.

The night before, I stayed up to write letters to each and everyone of them, a personalized message gracing each winnie the pooh letter paper. The final day came and all of us were seen rushing through messages, some like me skipping breakfast, some like Wendy, shoving food in her mouth like there was no tomorrow to maximize the use of that scant breakfast hour. Before we knew it, we were packed into the bus and motored down to the school. The day before, Gerald had taught them how to write letters and I had requested that they write a message to us to bring home. We stepped into class recieving letters, stickers, pictures and gifts. We tried to get on with the lesson, but for some reason, the kids were on high and refused to listen to us. Even Gerald shouting at them didn't work. I sat down at a corner, refusing to shout at them, it being the last day, but it was inevitable. I screamed my lungs out in the end, berating them for not listening, asking them time and again why is it that they have to make us angry, make us shout at them, and asking them, telling them that we as teachers don't want to shout at them, we don't want to scold them, we hate reprimanding them. Guess who broke down? I cried, obviously. I didn't want to shout at them, but they just didn't want to listen. Kailyn and Kenneth followed me out and I sobbed. How embaressing. I sat there on my own for a while, evading Yi Chang and his camera, until Gerald came running out, announcing that the entire class was crying. I hurried back in, only to cry again, seeing my precious kids and their swollen eyes. It was a sense of helplessness like I've never felt before. One or two crying kids I can handle, but a class of almost 40 crying children ( the other nine were guys that refused to cry).. my god, I've never seen anything like it. With no other plan, I wrote 不要哭了！老師很愛你們！Which translates into 'Don't Cry! I love you!!' This not only did not stop their tears, but prompted a mob of students to rush to the board, scribbling in their own penmenship variants of ' Please don't leave us!' ' We love you too' and one particular ' I'll promise to be good!' Which evidently was the cause of yet another round of tears; it was the turning on of the water tap for me once again, and for Gerald, who fled the scene before he destroyed his macho reputation. Even Kailyn, who had spent the past 2 days with our class was moved to tears when her favorite (biased...-.-) admitted that the reason for his tears was because 陽老師 was leaving. Even singing songs didn't help to abate the tears as when I tried to rouse them into a final chorus of Tong Hua, I started crying again, and the kids took that as cue that they were allowed to cry once again. The lunch bell rang and the morning session ended, I left in a hurry, only to be waylaid by a couple of girls. When we returned, they started off being hostile to us because we were leaving, but Kailyn settled that with a quick bout of picture taking. Nothing like the camera to encourage smiles.

The closing ceremony was a tearful one as the teachers, one by one went up on stage to give a few well meaning words to their class. Everyone cried once again, and was anxious to return to their classes to spend the final few moments with their kids. We gave out letters, took pictures and packed up our things, and said goodbye time and again. Much to our surprise, the children refused to leave. They sat in class, waiting. I think they were under the impression that if they stayed in school, school technically did not end and so we could not leave. When they finally did pack up, they stood in lines in front of our bus, intending send us off. In the end, I had to shoo them home, despite the wishes for them to stay as long as possible with them. I waved to them as they walked out of school, not stopping the waving until they were out of sight. Surprises did not end there. For despite my shooing, the boy who gave me a doraemon softoy was still standing outside school. And as our bus drove past, he ran after it, tears flying in the wind, sweeping of his face.

For me, that day ended as I stuck my head out the window, screaming at him to stop running, telling him to please be careful and inwardly making promises of my return, knowing full well that those promises might be empty in itself.

One Night in Shanghai, to be continued...

Toilets, I appreciate you.

2007-04-04T19:58:00.000+08:00

Honestly, I've never been to a country where i wasn't allowed to flush the tissue down the toilet. Thank heavens I didn't have like major nosebleed case a la Japan. Or else...

So lets start from the very beginning, a couple of basic facts. I'll make it short- those who cannot stand the long-ness of my writing, you should be satisfied with the following points.

Basic Facts, Qingdao 07
-Departure: 18 march, 07, after midnight flight
-Arrival: 2 april, 07, after midnight flight.
-Roomate: Or Wenting Amber, 17, female, scared of the dark.
-Self: Kristie Michelle Chiew, 17, scared of the dark. ( what a pair we make -.-)
-Group members: First round: Shyanne, Wenting, Kristie. Second round: Libing, Berenice, Kristie. Third round: Gerald, Kenneth, Kristie. The third group was the one that was finalized.
-Taught 三年二班
-Was slightly biased. Not more then a certain roomate of mine.
-Student Leader, Yang Kailyn, Lim Wei Ming
-Scratched my brand new adidas.
-Now assumes that china's man tous can cause concussions if used as weapons.
-Never want to see mantous again.
-Missing the kids.
-Has improved chinese.
-bought an imitation chanel wannabe bag for 20 bucks

And those are the highlights for tonight. A more comprehensive update coming soon. Probably after dinner.

When you're supposed to be doing something else..

2007-03-07T20:29:00.000+08:00

Well, I am supposed to be typing the minutes... but then, I decided that i'm angry, so i'll do it later.

OH EHM GEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE can.

It was so retarded. Like.. Absolutely retarded. Forgive me if I don't mention names. But yes. It's ABSOLUTELY RETARDED!!!!!!!!!

ARGH> +_)(*&^%$#$%^&*()_ PFTT. *SNUFF* kalangkabokaaklenghikaehgleopenugiynehsipenwaksaisnlsing.

ohh. my GAWDDDDD.

okay. I'm going to stop with the really bad english. Told libing that i'll call up sph. Going now.

bye.

The only way to spend a bus ride.

2007-03-07T11:39:00.001+08:00

Is Blogging. =)

Being on the bus just makes everything more clear then usual. With the wind sweeping through your hair, music plugged into your ears, you feel that the world is yours. That effect is incredible. Nothing in the world could compare to it. Virtually everything is within your grasp and you just need to reach for it.

I felt like an old Hollywood movie. Complete with sunglasses and a hat perched slanted on my head. And in the movies is where I think, truly, nothing is impossible. My life is it’s own drama, abeilt a screwed up one, I’m quite happy with it. For those of you who have sacrificed your happiness to fund mine, I say a thank you, and that I’m sorry.

On a brighter note!

I’m going to China!! Well, I’ve been there before, but this time doesn’t cease to rouse my excitmemnt and my enthusiasm. While I confess to not liking kids very much, I’m hoping that this experience will change my opinions. Afterall, what can you expect from a girl who’s only experiences is with her annoying brat sister and equally annoying brat cousins. It’ll be winter there, so I’ll be the Popsicle Kristie. Contrary to popular penguin opinion, (according to Lav and Ivan) I will not be in my element. Despite loving winter countries and born to parents who seem to have an obsession for holidays in them ( Korea, Japan-four times, USA, China- you get the point.) I am deathly afraid of the cold. Deathly. I shiver. Literally.

Or maybe the shivering could be due to the cold itself. Golly. I guess it’ll remain a mystery forever…

I’ve started packing, obviously. There are still things that I have to go and buy, namely gloves. I think I lost my pair of gloves when I was in DisneySea Tokyo. In the ‘Pirates of Caribbean’ Ride. Maybe that Crocodie that’s Captain Hook’s enemy ate them.

Oh wait. That’s peter pan.

Anywho. Bottomline is I need gloves. And more socks possibly. We’re going to be spending time in Shanghai, so Jieting and I are going to get our hair done. I’m not going to color it or anything, but I am going to get extensions!! Say hello to fabulous long-haired me!! I’m thinking of getting them straight. You know how curly is all the rage now (grimaces) And depending on how long they last.. According to Laguna Beach- not exactly a good guide- but they seem to last for like.. over 2 months hopefully? Or maybe I can just buy the hair and force them to teach me how to do it. Diy. Hah. OR, I could just get a wig.

I have yet to go to the bank and change my signature for the card. I forgot which one I signed. Which is coincidentally, not a very good thing. Way to go for suddenly spastic hands Kristie! Whoo!

I’m hunting for the dreamgirls soundtrack. Well, not hunting per say, I’m basically asking every soul alive if they have ANY songs from that BRILLIANT movie. =) So if anyone who has anysongs see this, PLEASE send me! Before I go and buy the CD.

Messsages
And Lav has requested that I post something about her, so here it is.

BUMBLEBEE.

There Lav. For you. =) happy? Good. You’re happy, and I’m happy too!

QJ
BABE, I’m leaving for china on march 18th and will be back on Apr 2nd. Are we going out before then?

Kristle
Miss Chia, you owe me a dinner date. Be reminded!!! =D

t107 (first sem)
ARE WE GOING TO THE ZOO?! My god. Make up your mind!

And that’s all people!

Cheerios!
-Kris

The only way to spend a bus ride.

2007-03-07T11:39:00.000+08:00

Darn. Crap.

2007-02-13T10:03:00.001+08:00

I forgot to resize the pictures. Darn.

BOOOYAH.

2007-02-13T09:22:00.000+08:00

Good morning Ladies and Gentlemen.

So. In order to make up for not updating, i shall sacrifice precious study time for Medisoc tomorrow to update.

Yeah right.

There's been a couple of tales I would love to blog about, like the Guy-who-couldn't-wait-to-get-off-the-bus. And swimming-with-shermain-at-7 plus, and the family day, and yesterday's hair wash with lav, but unfortunately, I have a self policy about blogging only up-to-date things.

HOWEVER, since i haven't been updating, I shall exempt this policy for once.

ONCE.

only once.

=)

It all started when I, Kristie Michelle Chiew, decided to go straight home after presentation. Or rather, I decided to take a train to City Hall to get Starbucks then go straight home. It was after a presentation, so yours truly was in heels and formal pants, and a laptop and a very wardrobe-malfunction-prone top. Just my luck, there wasn't a seat on the bus, so nevermind, my heels didn't hurt, so I jsut stood. Professional high-heel-shoe-wearers like moi seldom have problems regarding the aformentioned high heels. Just for the record, I was wearing the Melissa Heels from Novo.

Moving on, the bus chugged all the way to the MRT station, but jsut before that, a man who was sitting down, I repeat sitting down, started to try to heave himself out of the seat to move to the aisle. And in the process of doing that, showering the entire bus with his glorious underarm perfume. mhmm. Delicious. Obviously, we were thrilled. Unfortunately for me, he got right behind me, and I was standing right infront of the door, and he starting making those " tsk, tsk" sounds. I refused to move. So he continued to fidget, and i still refused to move. HAH! Too bad fatso! Then he got irritated, and he started utilizing his vocals.

" AH, can you move ARH. I'm getting down at the EM ARH TEE station."

Whoops. Lets pretend i didn't hear that.

" OEI, MISS AR. Can you move arh?!"

" CAN YOU WAIT?! IT'S THE BLOODY MRT STATION SO THE HALF THE BUS WILL BE GETTING DOWN ANYWAYS!"

Then he shut up, for that peaceful 10 seconds before the bus pulled into the bus stop. I thought he'd be nice enough to wait. But nooo. There was an old granny sitting on the seat right where I was standing, and I decided to be nice and let her take her time to get off the bus first. In the granny's process of getting out...

" OEI! Can move already anot! Bus stop already la!"

Bloody bastard.

" Can. you. see. I'm. letting. the. auntie. go. first? HUH?!"

A couple of days after that, I decided to agree to go swimming with shermain. Amazing. It was such a rushed thing, but we ahd so much fun. Of course, I wore an itty bitty bikini, and that didn't help with the freezing water at all. Uh uh. it was cold. Damn cold. And because it was windy, being out of the water was even worse then being in the water.

But we felt warm enough to take a few pictures. =D

FAMILY DAY!!!

Sadly, I didn't take pictures, but I had more then enough fun, really. Genn came over before we went to school, and we had quite alot of fun emo-ing. It was okay. Really. Just like old times. When we got to school, I suddenly had the urge to blade. So what to do? Ask the maid to bring the blades to school! Yup. I had fun skating around school, and the basketball courts. Wonderful skating grounds. Have to do it again.

And finally, Lav's haircut yesterday. OMG. ITS SO SHORT!!!!! LAV!!!!! goodness. I got my hair washed, and it felt goooood. I want to post up pictures of Lav's new hair, but then again, it's her hair and she has her own blog, so let her do the posting. Sheesh.

AND. we have some more random pictures.

Kat's inner beauty Shot.

Sam, contemplating Life's meaning...-.- Gosh Samantha, it's just coffee..

My tanline after the Street Soccer. And I wasn't even chasing the bloody ball. =P

When it really hurts.

2007-01-30T19:56:00.000+08:00

Sometimes in life, one has to count loses. And I hate losing.

friend [frend]

–noun
a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard

sis·ter [sis-ter]
–noun
1. a female offspring having both parents in common with another offspring; female sibling.
2. Also called half sister. a female offspring having only one parent in common with another offspring.
3. stepsister.
4. a female friend or protector regarded as a sister.
5. a thing regarded as feminine and associated as if by kinship with something else: The ships are sisters

trust [truhst] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation,
–noun

2. confident expectation of something; hope.
4. a person on whom or thing on which one relies: God is my trust.
16. to have trust or confidence in; rely or depend on.
17. to believe.

love [luhv] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation noun, verb, loved, lov·ing.
–noun

1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.
2. a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.
4. a person toward whom love is felt; beloved person; sweetheart.
9. affectionate concern for the well-being of others: the love of one's neighbor.

all of that ties in to one.

Do I stand to gain a friend only to lose another?

My Ideal House.

2007-01-30T11:51:00.000+08:00

It’s seldom that one has an opportunity such as I. After viewing several houses in the Holland area and in the west coast, I have decided that my future house, should I have enough money to fund one, will be of the apartment variety. No, I do not want to live in a flat- unless of course it is tastefully furnished- but then my house will definitely be tastefully furnished, and so, I rescind my opinion, a flat will of course, be fine. Why the aversion to houses you might ask, well one, it is a terrible waste of space. Meaning, how often, ask yourself this, do you venture into the attic that you thought was oh-so-magical? And how often would you receive guests in that quaint picturesque parlour that you thought was vital to your house. And further to that point, how often do you exercise that almost non existant green thumb. And unless you are my mother, who for the record loves her garden, never.

And thus, listing the above facts, I have decided that my ideal house will be an apartment in a lush setting with a pool and ample facilities. While I do not like immersing myself up to my elbows in dirt, I rather like the thought of my house- apartment surrounded with nice green trees. And if I happen to live overseas, the orange leaves of fall would be adequate as well. A pool would be good too, as would the occasional barbeque.

It did not escape my notice that the criteria for my ideal house can be done with literally, a house, or rather a quaint terrace on some nice flowery street. I do not mind a mansion of course, but I digress. Of course I would have to built a pool- in the backyard- and then spend money on a barbeque pit, and then of course- heaven forbid- garden. Unless I marry into a family that comes with a pool, a barbeque pit, and a live in gardener. To which I might mention, is not easy to get. Afterall, how many families have sons of adequate appearance, is less then six years older then me, and have a live in gardener. That is a lot to ask for in a marriage.

Ah, I think it’s better to stick with a flat. After all, there are people out there who need the barbeque pit, pool, live-in-gardner and adequate looking husbands more then I do. I rather much like my life the way it is right now.

I am, after all that talking, only eighteen.

Why in the world do they stare....

2007-01-26T21:13:00.000+08:00

at my ass, and my legs, and my skirt.

I have no idea really.

Now i'm not exceptionally pretty- one has to accept that one is merely average looking afterall. I'm not exceptionally thin- one also has to except that one is heavy. But I do have long legs that are not exceptionally toned/skinny- which unless I am mistaken, is the current fad for girls.

No wonder the people who look good wear baggy pants. Perhaps I should try non?

On a brighter note, I have pleased to announce, dear reader, that I have overcome-ed my obsession for the heavily caffienated drink- Coke. As of today, I am not obsessed, addicted or stuck to it. I merely enjoy it very much. That means of course that i will continue to drink it, just not excessively. This little portion in the emtry is merely to say that I'm no longer 'addicted' have never been. I just like it very much.

We shall move on- I do want a dog. Recently, I've discovered my liking for overweight corgis. They're immensely cute, and less then fierce looking. Brilliant. Overweight and harmless. More then what i can say for majority of my aqquaintences. Of course there are those more harmless ones, but suffice it to say, many in my social circle tend not to be as harmless as they let on. A must when friends with me I'm afraid. We as a bunch tend to have an violent way of expressing affection.

ah bien.. there is nothing better then getting one's hair washed. And I assure you, that it is much much much better then washing one's own hair. You should all try it. Amazing experiance.

goodbye lovelies. Time for coffee.

)(&^%$#@#$%^&()_

2007-01-20T23:14:00.000+08:00

And the reason was that i had too much temper piled up. I assure you, if the NP bus stop was made of glass, everything would have shattered. Afterall, 'fuck' in a scream didn't sound that pleasing to the ear. As much as i wanted to spew hokkien vulgarities, I managed to hold my tongue, in case any of those underaged secondary school people were there.

I convieniently forgot it was late at night, and that though the bus stop was full, it was filled with NP's student ambassadors. Who were spewing vulgarities anyways.

It was interesting to say the least, to watch people's faces just turn white with shock as you throw all your stuff into your hobo tote, tug your laptop out of the charger socket and slam the door, only to catch it halfway when you notice NRA people coming out of the next room.

Obviously, I was trying to be subtle.

On to the brighter notes, I have decided that Chinese New Year this year will be spent joyously in memory of the GrandAunt who couldn't play mahjong, but enjoyed watching my Grandmother loose at the game. Rest in Peace Ku-po. I am determined to win money.

And obviously, i will be shopping. Daddy recently bought me the new phone i wanted. And I'm immensely happy with it. It SWINGS. Like *shoop* and it goes up. Nice right? I know. Totally.

I had a good day today. Went to the doctors, then went to meet Sherm and Sam at Coffee Bean for the usual does of Java. Then went to get a pedicure done, then waited for Gloria to come down to have dinner with me. =) Thank You Gloria for coming all the way down. I would do it for you too. I know you did it for the egg bean curd. -.-

And finally I'll finish this randomly random post with a bit of emo-ing.

I just realized that many a time, in life, one never gets what one wants. Or in a case, what one deserves. In a sense, everyone is like that. But optimistic people like myself, tend to see it in a different way. We tend not to expect anything in return. I just wanted to say, possibly to myself, that I am lucky. Perhaps I could be the luckiest person in the world. There's nothing I could want for. Even now, as much as i want a love life, I can say that i don't need it. I have friends in life who will be there, no matter what, people that I can trust, and love - QJ, Gen, Sam, Sherm, Sher- and the same people i can love in return. Those are the friends i never want to loose. There's nothing more I need, to be happy, and to be content about how my life is. Perhaps one day, I'll have that dreamworthy life, but right now, I'm just happy the way things are.

Audris: I'm not sure if you'll see this, but I hope you will. I was going through past entries, and it really made me remember those times in the chem lab. Even though I don't see or hear from you very often ( or at all now), you're remembered, truly. I do miss you.

True to form, the Caramel Macchiato is not what we think it is- right Shermain? =D

The Best way to Spend the weekend..

2007-01-19T18:20:00.000+08:00

and the answer is MAHJONG.

NOW.

whoever has a free table and is short of a kakee, please contact me. I guarantee that you will loose money.

muahah.

=)

i love you, GLORIA.

It's time.. to be BITCHY.

2007-01-12T21:30:00.000+08:00

To hell with subtle bitchy-ness.

Honest and truly, I couldn't care less for your feelings. I tried. I seriously did. I tried to keep my mouth shut and not say a word, but when you come and talk about me to the entire world, you can't expect me not to get angry right.. you all know me better then that. So here's to having a carlsberg and breaking my 07 resolution number one.

WELL DONE. CONGRATULATIONS.....

WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? HUH? BIG SHOT. NO CHANCE OF THAT MY FRIEND. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? YOU WANT TO ARGUE WITH ME? PLEAAAAAASE. YOU'VE NEVER EVEN SEEN ME ANGRY. IF THAT TIME OF SHOUTING ACROSS THE STUDIO BECAUSE OF THE CURTAINS WAS ANGRY, BOY, YOU'VE GOT IT WRONG. HONEY, THAT WASN'T EVEN 20 PERCENT. THAT WASN'T EVEN SERIOUS. AND WHEN I ARGUE WITH MAX, THAT'S JUST FUN. COME ON. YOU THINK YOU'VE PREMPTED WHAT KIND OF CRAP I CAN GIVE YOU? YOU'VE HAVEN'T EVEN SEEN THE START OF IT YET. SO HONEYBUNS, IF YOU THINK YOU WANT TO CROSS MY LINE WHEN I'M IN THAT KIND OF TEMPER, YOU'VE GOT IT WRONG.

I'M THROUGH TAKING ALL THIS RUBBISH FROM YOU. AND I'M DONE WITH SEEING MY FRIENDS SUFFER BECAUSE ALL THE THINGS YOU MAKE THEM DO JUST STRESS THEM OUT BEYOND REASON. IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO JUST TAKE A STEP BACK AND LOOK AT THE MESS YOU'VE CREATED, CAUSE HONESTLY, I'M NOT ALONE IN THINKING THIS WAY. BUT FOR EVERYONE'S SAKE, I'M JUST GOING TO SAY IT OUT.

I'VE SAID IT TIME AND AGAIN, BUT NO ONE LISTENS. SO YOU KNOW WHAT, YA'LL CAN JUST TAKE THIS BOWL OF DUMBASS TRASH AND GO SCREW UP YOUR OWN LIVES.

I'M IN THIS FOR PASSION AND FOR MY LOVE OF THE STAGE, SO IF YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST STEP ALL OVER ME AND I'LL CONTINUE TO PICK UP YOUR BLOODY PIECES, THEN YOU'VE GOT IT WAYYYYYYY MORE WRONG THEN I THOUGHT YOU DID. I SWEAR. IF YOU EVER TOUCH ANYONE OF THE PEOPLE THAT I'M SUPPOSED TO BE LOOKING AFTER, I WILL SCRATCH YOUR MEASLY EYES OUT, TEAR YOUR SKIN FROM YOUR BONES, SHREAD IT LIKE PAPER, PULL OUT ALL YOUR HAIR FROM YOUR HEAD, PUNCH OUT ALL YOUR TEETH AND RIP THOSE UGLY NAILS OUT. THAT ISN'T EVEN THE BEGINNING OF IT.

IF I JUST SCREAM AT YOU AND MANAGE TO KEEP MY TEMPER, HONEY, YOU'VE BEEN TOUCHED BY AN ANGEL.

for the sake of being subtle, i shall not mention names.

-kris.

PICTURES!!!!!!!

2007-01-12T11:25:00.000+08:00

First time flying out alone, so there I am.. being.. emo.

and then it's on to the usual does of java

Of course, i had to PRETEND to be artistic.

and daddy and I HAD to be RETARDED. we don't spend much time together, so when we do, we go CRA-ZIEEEEE.

and he entertianed me while mom shopped. the one day i wasn't spending money cause he dared me to NOT spend money. If I didn't he'd get me the bag that I wanted. "dolce la.."

I took this. ^^ so nice.

the inner diva came out.

How I stayed un-drunk, i don't know.

Hong Kong's residential Haunt.

My favorite country, my favorite ad.

and it's DAISY!!

=)

How my Life is a Stage.

2007-01-10T00:04:00.000+08:00

And I thought it was so simple,
as straight forward as lines.
Never did I think it would be,
one that spins and turns with time.

I would throw a coin,
to see the future,
if it meant that you were here.

And yet again, I feel scared inside,
to see you blue and pale.

Even then i had said it once,
that you would be deeply missed.

I hoped that you would be gone fast,
just like a bite, one widow's kiss.

But you stayed hanging and that gives you pain.
your pink of health you can never regain.

And then the call came, and there was nothing more,
they could do to reduce the pain, and the sores.

And perhaps it's me,
the way I feel.
How I want it to be fake, not real.

Just lines of a script,
so i can pretend,
that everything would flow, like hourglass sand.

Like one great show,
how magic exists,
and with a wave of my hand, death you'll resist.

but then reality snaps in,
and I know for real,
everything i hear, and see,
is guaranteed, and sealed.

My sister makes new friends.

2007-01-09T11:05:00.000+08:00

And their names are Gloria and Ivan.

She told me yesterday night.

" Jie, I like Ivan too. And Gloria. The rest of your friends are all scary..."

Congratulations to Ivan and Gloria.

" Oh. and i think Darrick is very cute."

Love,
Kristie.

The Best Christmas Presents

2007-01-08T08:12:00.000+08:00

Are always food.

Really now. Those are the things that really matter in the world. So for the numerous people who would like to see me balloon to the size of a whale, here's thanks to you. Thank you for the brilliant candy boxes, cookie boxes, indian sweets, icecream vouchers, and treats for sushi.

See, this is the conspiracy of the world. They all want us to gain weight. They want us to all be fat and feel lousy. And the thing about Christmas is that it's really close to Chinese new year. So once you bloat during christmas, you want to loose weight- you want to, but because of the dates... well, lets just say they don't work that well.

So. Had to take a brief break from writing 'cause Ms Thomas was giving back the test papers. Don't ask me. I'm officially turned off food. Maybe being too engrossed in graphic design was kinda a wrong priority.

you think?

So smart. You're thinking. Sense the sarcasm people. SENSE IT.

Back to food. Thankyou marvin for the cookies. Thankyou Sujith for the candy. Thankyou Kristle for the earrings. Yes. Earrings aren't edible, but I thought I'd just mention it here. =)

SO what went on during filming...

Day One.
Or rather, night one. Recieved message from Gloria and phone call from Eileen at 5. 50. While I was still at home and designing Mystic's Banner. It looks nice by the way. Quite happy with it. Yes. So I had to scamper out of my house, and catching the bus- which was being nice and came quickly- to serangoon station to meet with the people. Of course... one can't expect everyone to be on time. And un-punctual-ness comes in the name of no other then... *drum roll* Ivan Ng.

Putting it simply, should Ivan had been eloping with Gloria in real, he would have been 2 hours late. Leaving poor Gloria to elope on her own. Now. Whats the fun in that. He went to my house on his own, but he got lost. From serangoon station, to Philips Avenue. Yes. And he got lost from Ang Mo Kio to Serangoon. So smart Ivan. So Smart. And so we asked him to take a cab. And he got lost with the cab. And he ended up at a house, with a black gate, and under construction. Those of you who have been to my house, it most certainly does not have a black gate and more importantly, it is definately not under construction. By the time he got here, we were hungry, cold and eating fruit sushi, the maid's new creation and a variation of thai mango sticky rice. When he got here we had dinner.

That kind of sums up what we did that night, with the exception of Darrick's arrival and our time in the closet.

It's not what you think.

Day Two.
Ivan was early. I had to say that.

Of course, the production team met earlier, but we hardly got anything done, because we were all engrossed with chatting about other thngs. But Gloria and her friend Wenting arrived early too, and we could start our first shot half an hour after noon. Wenting had a couple of NGs, my group members were all extremely nice and no one made noise. Unless you count laughing noise. Yes. We had a hard time imitating morning light, but we got it in the end.

Wenting: OH MY GOD! My Complexion is beebalahblah and I Forgot my line...*laughs*

so cute.

and she looks GORH-geous on camera.

Then wenting left and we had lunch before continuing filming at the park and then the confrontal scene between Gloria and Kim. Daughter and Mother. heh. I made Kim look evil.

Ivan was extremely good. and Nice, cause we kinda made him do alot of shots. sorry Ivan...

and so.

Thankyou to: Gloria. Ivan. Wenting. Mags. Kim. Eileen. Sujith. Well done people!!

And to Darrick for helping us! Alot! Thankyou!

And Marvin who laughed at us and bought us drinks!

and i think I forgot the tape at home. uh oh.

Getting Lost on Main Street.

2007-01-06T13:44:00.000+08:00

This is horrid. I look like a curly haired hag, and I smell like a pig. Why? Because dear lil' ol me, got lost on the way to Guzhen. Show's how dependable I am on my dad. See, every saturday, Daddy drives me from Piano to Guzhen, squeezing the father/daughter breakfast thing square in the middle. But this week, particularly today, daddy didn't come back from his business trip, so I have to make my way from Piano to Guzhen on my own. Sad thing, that.

I took a bus from my house, realizing abruptly that the bus was going the wrong way, so I got off it, and hopped onto the train. The train took me to where I wanted to be- and I got off, happily looking at the watch and deciding to take a walk to the school.

Apparently a not so brilliant idea.

I walked. And Walked. And walked. And Walked....

then I walked some more....

Until I reached Lavander Street. >.<

Which is kind of far. Considering I was at Boon Keng mrt station.

Moving on, I need a new cellphone. My motorola's dying. Seriously. Now it doesn't beep, it doesn't ring. It doesn't DO ANYTHING. It just rots. and looks nice. Not that it's nice anymore. It's all scratched and stuff.

maybe it's screwing up cause it's pink?

2007-01-06T11:00:00.000+08:00

Hands touch, eyes meet
Sudden silence, sudden heat
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
He could be that boy
But I'm not that girl.

Don't dream too far
Don't lose sight of who you are
Don't remember that rush of joy
He could be that boy
I'm not that girl

Ev'ry so often we long to steal
To the land of what-might-have-been
But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
When reality sets back in

Blithe smile, lithe limb
She who's winsome, she wins him
Gold hair with gentle curl
That's the girl he chose
And heaven knows
I'm not that girl...

Don't wish, don't start
Wishing only wounds the heart
I wasn't born for the rose and pearl
There's a girl I know
He loves her so
I'm not that girl...

^^ i love this song!!!!!! I've recently re-discovered my love for musicals, especially this one, Wicked, The Broadway Musical. Recently, I've been a confused soul, but that's going to end here and now. I've taken a week into the new year to actually decide my new year's resolutions.. so here they are.

Kristie's New Year's Resolutions '07
1. Stop being a complete unsubtle bitch. Be Subtle. Subtle is good.
2. Stop yearning for designer things.
3. Stop eating so much.
4. Loose weight.
5. Stop dropping handphone.
6. Prioritise.
7. Practice Guzhen and Piano regularly.
8. Take Guzhen Exam.
9. Get dad to get me a new car.
10. Be a NICE person.

my definition of nice.
N asty
I ntelligent
C ynical
E fficient.

of course i still love you all. =)

2007-01-05T23:00:00.000+08:00

You know, there is actually so much more I want to say then a couple of lines of mindless banter. So much I want to explain, or to tell the world. But I just don't have the guts, or the energy to say anymore.

or maybe I'm just plain being bimbotic.

2007-01-03T22:44:00.000+08:00

1. last post is fiction
2. Does interesting blog posts equals emo?
3. Fine, make this interesting. * am emo*

i'm not going to bother.

2007-01-01T21:44:00.000+08:00

A little something something to pass the time..

The Adventures of being Chinese and Proud of it.

Of course, every New Year’s eve has been the same for me since I’ve been 9. It’s amazing how one person with my life can actually have such a boring biography. An international somewhat-a-genius businessman, my dad was head of several corporations. One of which was an international advertising company, one which specialized in beauty advertisements. So every New Year’s, I as his daughter, was part of the entourage that accompanied him to the various destinations around the world. Paris, Milan, New York, Shanghai, Bangkok and London among many others. All in the midst of three days. We would go there, have a loud cheer for the new year, and then leave on the private jet towards the next continent.

And every year, I spent my hours with his employees, young and old. There were of course the various presidents and chairmen that ran the place in my dad’s absence, but there were of course the younger y-gen people, most of whom were in their early twenties. So, myself, preferring the well-dressed, artistic, self-confident breed of the male species, was in good fortune when Dad and the entourage convened on one of the holiday resorts for the Advertising Company’s annual new year’s dinner. I remember, on the year of my fourteenth birthday, I had a major crush on one of the artists in the studio department. Particularly the one that designed the Halle Berry Revlon ad. Now, I wouldn’t consider myself a bad catch at all.

Although I might not be the Hollywood blonde that popular opnion would think that heiresses should have, I do have what the streets term as Exotic. Afterall, haven’t you heard that green is the new pink, purple is the new black, Asian-nettes are the new Latinas and almost-fried permed hair is the newest definition of luscious brown locks? I did have all of that- well, almost- except for the almost-fried hair. I would never in a million years allow the stylist to fry my hair. I prefer the term ‘ Thermal Treatment’.

Back to my New Year’s events. I realize that almost every love story begins on New Year’s day. Check out High school Musical, Brigiette Jones, and countless romance novels. But while the famed and the fortuned, excluding myself that is, party late at night out in the clubs, nineteen year old me, is expected to play the polite daughter that’s one day going to get all the money, and thus I have to sit through the 50s breathing smoke into my Dolce & Gabbana LBD, the 40s stepping on my red Christian Louboutin ankle strap pumps, the 30s running my mouths dry by their endless peppery questions, and smoke from Benihana’s pans into my $3000 Lizza Rhine extentions, because somehow, the 20s almost always manage to book down the entire Benihana or someother teppanyaki place for New Year’s dinner. Do not think I’m kidding, it’s true that ten minutes in any teppanyaki place is enough to make one’s hair smell as if you’ve spent ten years frying shrimp.

Why, if the paparazzi got a hold of what my hair smelt like!

Gosh. I would be on a one-way trip to China. No offence to China or anything.

Of course life would be all good if I had a significant other to spend my time with. Just like I imagine it. I can just hear my own voice going “ I love movies, long walks on the beach and clichés.”

Christiane’s top-5 List of How to spend New Year’s
1. at a fair where there are lots of people, so he would have to hug you 24/7
2. in Hawaii on the beach ( not walking mind)
3. in hokkiado where you spend new year’s on a cruise.
4. in a park with a personal fireworks station
5. at daddy’s gala dinner, but with you and him exchanging sweet nothings for the entire time.

Don’t ask. I know you’re going to. Why is my name Christiane? From what I’ve said so far, my name sounds nothing chinese. Just to clarify, I’m very much chinese thank you very much, and extremely happy with it. I might not have that deep set eyes and the stupidly wide mouth or the Hollywood blonde hair, but I’ve got that to-die-for complexion, the figure that all-guys-would-love, and as aforementioned, the dark digital permed locks. And where did I get my hair done? Well, Shanghai of course! As if I’d let any one but Lizza touch my precious hair. By the way, Lizza’s not even chinese. She’s Korean.

In a world where names explain who you are and your personality, I think it’s important to have a brilliant name. Or else you’d turn out like Zi Yi Zhang. Who has her name backwards. So I shan’t confuse you with chinese syllables, so we’ll just stick to Christiane.

Oh alright. Lets start over. My name’s Megan. Friends call me Meg, Meggy, and Disney addicts call me Megara. After my all time favorite Disney heroine from Hercules. I know it’s totally crazy sometimes, especially when you walk into home-room and it’s all “ meg! Meggy!” And of course, from the principal, “Megan Alyssa Huang!”

But don’t you agree, that Christiane sounds super posh? I like… in fact, I love. Je t’amie! On to the minute un-important details, hello, I’m Megan, I have long un-fried digitally permed locks, light hazel eyes, a slim figure and an obsession for anything and everything expensive. Okay the last bit isn’t quite right. Lets rephrase. I like anything and anything to do with spending money, especially on a bargain. Lovely. No grammatical errors? Good. I absoutly detest tomato juice and wonderbras. They give me this ache in my lower back. I adore plane flights and traveling, except when it is for the extreme purpose of attending yet another gala dinner without said significant other. My dad’s name is Louis Huang, and my mother’s name is Francine-Jean Dupierre. I was born in Malibu California, and have lived there until I was three, and after that, my mother and I moved over to France with Henry and Jacob, my uncle and his son, my uncle who managed my mothers modeling career. So for the past ten years, I have been living primarily in Paris, but I fly back to be with dad during the summer holidays.

With being 16 and all, you can’t expect me not to wave the 6 credit cards and grin while walking into Saks. For the record, unless it’s fashion shows and thrift stores, I do my shopping in New York. It’s a little peeve of mine. France might be the height of fashion, but it makes me feel mighty out of place in school. Can you imagine, while everyone is wearing last’s season’s clothes, I’m sporting haute couture’s latest flounce. It’s such an eyesore. But that doesn’t mean I don’t upkeep my reputation as fashionista of my school- I officially am the Agony Aunt of the fashion world.

“ Oh Meggie dahling. This won’t work! How can I find a dress for the winter dance in 2 days! C’est impossible!!”

Ah Jacquline, this is the reason I exist! Other then to get sample sale tickets- this is my destiny in the world. And dear Jac had her dress. A magnificent concoction, if I do say so myself. I think that I have a sense of style in abundance. Just last week, when I took a flight from Bangkok to Singapore on transit – the stupid airline couldn’t confirm the attendence of one of the passengers and the entire plane had to wait for him. It was infuriating, but being the not-diva that I am, yours truly did not complain. However, as the heat was simply.. impossible, I had a sudden lightbulb. I was wearing one of Dior’s stripped sweaters and Tsubi’s white washed straight legged jeans, and it was completely.. equatorial- if that was even a description for how hot and stuffy the air was. In a notch of inspiration, I asked for a pair of scissors and snipped my denim jeans to shorts, then cut the sleeves of my sweater to half their length before rolling them into cap sleeves. Naturally, I couldn’t do anything to my Marciano wedges, so I left them the way they were, colbalt blue straps and cork based. Upon reaching the transfer area in Singapore’s airport, I was shocked to see Marc Jacob’s chief representative, Fredrick Hanks, one of mother’s old contacts. And he just exclaimed in very passionate French about my new style etc etc. Guess that’s where Marc’s newest inspiration came from. Now, being stylish isn’t a crime. I mean, the world needs more of people like me! Stylish, pretty and more money then we can count. Did I mention Stylish?

But I digress. I have decided, that in the next.. year, maximum, I will find my significant other. Its quite like how people are determined to make their first million by 25. I am quite determined in the same way, but since I already have my first million installed into my AmEx account, I have decided to re-define my life’s motive. Of course, just like other heiresses/ modeling muses, I am expected to walk the path like everyone else- designer clothes, red carpets, flopping music career, then flopping movie career, then an attempt to launch a fashion/fragrance line which will hit off momentarily and then attempt to start a business which I will obviously not run because of the abundance of leg-shaking employees my father has. I will then go on to get married to some teen bopper popstar, have a kid with an odd name, get a divorce and then get another kid from a third world country. And I get bounus points if I marry again, and have some child-stepdad rivalry. And mega bounus points if I get divorced yet again. Exciting. After all, I am already reaching mid teen-hood. Doesn’t anyone here think that I should have a proper relationship already? I mean, c’mon. Jaime Lynn Spears has a proper relationship ( the way tabloids tell it) and she’s a twit!

and to be continued. =)

2006-12-29T05:31:00.000+08:00

... and I don't want you anymore.

off to thailand. ciao.

2006-12-28T22:47:00.000+08:00

AND!!

and i had a great day. I went to mediacorp to meet pearlyn cause sujith and shyanne had an interview with Young, the 987 dj. AND IT WAS SO UBER COOOL!!!!! I met so many new people. The Jocks are damn cool and so is the studio as well. And I got to watch Young 'fake' an on-air segment. It motivates me to work harder and graduate faster. Then i can have my pick of where to work.

Young: curvaceous body and big boobs *kidding* ( on requirements to work as a dj)

and I met shan wee.

Not that I knew who he was until he was introduced to me. *blushes* I'm sorry I don't watch much tv. Pearl let me hear some of her montages, and some of the radio clips, like the muttons' songs, and also shanwee's trailer. It was a brilliant day. Seriously. I got there at about half an hour after noon, and left at about four. It was so cool. Pearl, you're damn lucky to be working there. And I want to work there too... *cackles* someday.

There's no more words i can use to describe my day, but I'm so happy.

And here's something new.

Amanda Draycott was a dream,
one flawless, endless sparkly seam.
It was as if her life was fine,
and filled with thousands of Diamond Mines.

She danced her nights away it seems,
you dial her cell but just never picks.
You stand outside her million dollar home,
and you just hear the stairs, creak.

She drives a white ferrari,
and holds designer bags,
her favourite's the monogrammed LV
a bargain, oh snap.

she says her mother's a socialite,
and her father's so rich.
Even her terrier's got gold ribbons,
and her cousin is a bitch.

But what if one day i told you a tale,
one that's filled with lies, so real.
She was never what she is,
its just a web and I found the crease.

The Diamond Mines were never there,
empty of even a single hair.
and if she said her shoes worn from dance,
trust me, not true, not a chance.

If her cell never seems to ring,
It's cause the number isn't there to begin.
If her house is dark and alone,
'cause that's not the place of the princess' throne.

Her ferrari was never there,
and her designer bags were just a scam.
Her terrier's ribbons were not even satin,
and her cousin's cute as a clam.

So now you know, that there's a truth,
and that the lies and truth come from the same.
Oh you wonder if she's ever for real,
yes and Amanda Draycott is her name.

love you.

2006-12-28T21:11:00.000+08:00

Another few hours and its almost over,
Seventeen you turn with a spin of time.
Poems you said would be nice,
So I'll try my shot at a Birthday rhyme.

With long dark hair that she wants curly,
Shanice is more to me then just a friend.
So for her birthday I truly wish,
That she'll find gold at the rainbow's end.

With big dark eyes, she’s oh-so-pretty,
And so much more then just a look.
To say she’s kind is real unfair,
For she’ll give much more then she took.

For her kindness and her generosity,
I wish to the heavens so high above,
That she may be a princess in her life,
Just like Cinderella, with her satin gloves.

She’s hip and trendy with tons of clothes,
Always looking like Hollywood’s finest.
But that’s a reflection of what she’s got,
A sense of confidence that’s really the greatest!

So Shanice my dear, I wish you the best,
And corny as it is, that you’ll beat the rest.
You work hard and I have to say,
You’ll get where you want to be one day.

I would make you seventeen wishes,
But that’s really not fair,
I’ve made two,
So the rest is up to you.

But a last Happy Birthday dear friend of mine,
I’m running out of words, and of time.
So a last word- treasure what you’ve got cause it’s great,
And eat more chocolate ‘cause it’s a pure treat!!!

Love,
Kris-

2006-12-27T02:13:00.000+08:00

And so the year 2006 is coming to an end and its once again time for me to reflect on what has happened in this eventful year. It's so amazing how the year is already over, and i am one year older. Friendships came and went, and some of them came back again. Some friendships never go away, even though we've never talked for months. New friends were made, and of course, new friends proved to be not friends at all, and some of them just proved to be friends for life. Family problems piled on top of one another, and then slowly they die down. Love came, and love went, and experiances jsut get more and more exciting.

the year began with us girls just running around having fun. And of course like all summers romance grew. And me coming back from the states- it was pretty amazing, how the culture was so different. And of course, i got more and more materialistic. And I just spent more and more money. My friends and I had an amazing time- one side was just a scene out of Laguna Beach, and the other was a weekly barbeque in the garden.

And then it hit me. The O levels. Never had I felt so inadequate in my life. Never had I been so helpless; and the feeling of me not being able to do the only thing i was able to feel an ounce of confidence in doing. But I pulled through. Perhaps it was Him up there, perhaps it was the sheer determination in getting what I wanted. Or maybe it was just fate? But the bottom line was, I got what I wanted. And there.

All of us girls swore never to part,
a wish we expressed from deep in our hearts.
Never did we think we'd not stay friends,
and leave our friendship behind the bend.

But fate wasn't kind in the early months,
with words like won'ts, nots and can'ts.
All of us in different places,
the distance more then geological spaces.

it was April then, but it grew into June,
by then friendship still wasn't at ruin.
I had new friends that were always there;
i didn't think i was in the lion's lair.

After june things grew sour,
with romance blossoming around every corner.
I grew sick and tired with love's long tales.
but I stood firm, and heard sister's wails.

To others I ran, these others where those,
who's friendships i treasured like a blooming red rose.
All of us had problems, and this problems came close-
to using friendship, like a smack on the nose.

Soon we all realized that friends didn't let friends,
suffer through hardship, while the rest clapped their hands.
If there's one thing i learnt, dear girlfriends of mine,
friendships last, regardless of time.

Angel and I spent three months not talking,
but we still sat three hours at the bus stop yakking.
ireplacability is the mark of one that's true,
and i'll say now, replacing you isn't going to be an easy cue.

First to qiujin, by far my angel,
and to sam who loves the gold indian bangle.
To genn who could never make up her mind,
To sheryl who was in every way good and kind.
To shermain who had a witty banter,
To lars, my mentor, i wish you were here.
To pearlyn a friend that's more then she seems,
To Kristle who deserves to be treated like a queen.
To Heather, forever a source of my grin.
To Jo and Irene, sisters like twins.
To Vally, a laugh like no other,
To Danielle, who scolds me just like my mother.
To Lava, someone I couldn't live without,
To Dawn whom with I can scream and shout.
To Sujith, my favourite hot mama,
To kim a great talent in an art like Drama.

*update* continuing with the rhyming. muahah

To Anne, a pal i can always count on.
To Rick, a friend I wish will never be gone.
To Gloria, who's person is prettier then no other.
To you, I'll treasure the memories forever.

And to all those who I couldnt' rhyme, you're important to me, if i'm important to you.

it's just that it's 2 am and I can't think.

2006-12-26T14:58:00.000+08:00

AND...

PICTURES!!!!!!!!

here's some from the christmas celebrations i had with the girls while i get on to my HK pics and those of my presents...=) Brilliant presents i've got by the way.. =)

of course we had lunch at sushi tei.. as mentioned..

and then we had a furry of phototaking. and I wanted everyone to have.. " autograph paparazzi' shots. We're not celebutauntes but we can dream huh.

Sam, thinking what to sign. ( obvious sam. Autograph. Your name darling, your name.)

so cool right?! like machiam movie star..

and sheryl was writing us all notes...

of course i looked retarded with bunny teeth..

and girls just wanna have fun.. At the lift lobby in takashimaya.

and we were good people too! the season of giving!!

and where would we be except our usual hangout.

STARBUCKS!

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so while i try my best to wade through my 2000 odd pictures... I leave you all with... MERRY CHRISTMAS!!

Love-
Kris-

2006-12-24T01:23:00.000+08:00

and.......

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO THE WORLD!!!!!!!!

So today, the eve of christmas eve, the girls and i had an adventurous day. Yes, counting my dolce getting kiap-ed in the train doors. I know. what a way to spend christmas right.

For all you lazy pigs out there who have just gained like 247342934038 kgs on turkey and are too full to even click the scroll, here's a brief run through of the day. All those who know what's good for you- yes you! You! you in the purple shirt!! you better read all the way down! Ya hear?!

Lets start from the top. First Shermain came over so the two of us went blading. Then I went for guzhen, and then i went to sam's house, then me, sherm and sam- OH FINE. Sherm, Sam and I went down to Orchard, and we went to Sushi Tei, Sheryl was late cause she was rushing our presents- but that was okay, cause it was really nice presents, and then we ate and ate, then we went to tangs to get sheryl's clutch and then we went to starbucks then we went home.

There. A day in less then three minutes. But if you want the JUICY details.... *ehm*

Day 1....

Well, Day 1 would sure be the day I returned from my jetsetting life. yours truly went down to town to pass Sherm her Balenciaga and we had STARBUCKS. This word is in Caps for a very good reason. The reason being that it is the BANE of our existance. Without STARBUCKS there would be no us, there would be no fancy waterbottles- which is the BANE of MY existance. Truly. We love STARBUCKS. and Yes. I can go on about STARBUCKS, but I shall not digress. That will be an interesting entry for another day. Since many in my life are so DEDICATED to STARBUCKS, it shall prove to be important enough to have a whole entry DEDICATED to it.

I am passionate about our usual dose of JAVA. Which in coffee lingo is Coffee. DUH. but it is OUR WORD. So watch it. you know i love you. * standard 'AWW'*

After we finished with STARBUCKS, where we satisfied our want for cheese cake and chocolate ( raspberry swirl is AH-mazing.) We trooped back to sam's house. While i sat there idly painting my nails and allowing Sam and Sherm to bask in my glory.... They had a hard hard hard time making the presents. Yes. Confetti shreading is hard. Trust me on that. but they made TEESHIRTS. It looks like the I heart NY shirt. How original. At this point in time, I must give copyright acknowledgement to Lavanya, for her phrase " Iheart______" So should i use that phrase anymore, please note that I am now formally acknowledging her rights. God knows i don't have the money to fight a lawsuit.

Moving on, the girls made the signature Goodie bags. With like tons of things inside. Earrings, the Teeshirt, a beaded bear key chain and oodles of chocolates. ( don't ya'll DARE say i'm fat. HELLO! Chocolates?!) OH! and the body shop goodies. Did i mention that the body lotion sam threw in for me was pink? I do so like pink. And that shermain was very happy with the red chocolate wrapper. She does like red. And Sheryl loved the green earrings. She does like green. And well, we'll skip sam's and just conclude that she does so like Blue.

Day 2
So we made arrangments to go skating. All four of us. But because Sam and Sheryl, being Angels that they were, stayed up late to present-make, couldn't make it, leaving sherm and I to go to bishan park. But it rained. Bloody clam chowder. But we had fun. We skated to J8 and had LJS cravings. LJS is my jargon now. Copyrighting it here and NOW. We had chicken and fries. I know. Chicken and fries have no relation to Christmas. But humor me. I like making myself seem random.. easier to pounce on unsuspecting victims with my sarcasm later on in the conversation....

So after that, we went home by taxi. Wasting money in the process. We showered in record time and piled on makeup. Okay. I piled on makeup. Sherm was fresh faced. So i dropped her off at Sam's house, then went for my guzhen lesson. Which i was late for. But that's okay, cause it's christmas. =) Everything's okay Cause it's christmas. After Guzhen I called them up- and found out that sheryl was asleep.

Kris: Hello Sheryl?
Sheryl: *groan*
Kris: SHERYYLLL!!!! You're SUPPOSED TO MEET US IN 15 MINUTES!!!
Sheryl: WHAT?! *jumps* I'll take a cab down
Kris: YES! we booked pete's place for 2 o clock remember?!
Sheryl: hur...
Kris: I told you last night!!!
Sheryl: You diiiiid?!
Kris: *guffaws*

yes. Funning people is my number 1 hobby. Eh. no Funning SHERYL is my number 1 hobby. =)

So Sam Sherm and I took a bus down to town, and ran around, searching for Clifford's present. Why can't guys just be more... simple minded. Oh. No. forget it. they're stupid enough as it is. sheesh.

So she paid for the present, and we went to eat. We ate alot. Dragon roll, udon, ramen, tempura, sushi... ice balls... ebi mentai.. for four of us and we spent.. well, not alot. =) max 30 bucks each and we didn't hit that! Yay! shoppaholics victory!!! We sat there for ages writing christmas wishes for each other, then we went to the bank. And we took pictures! Lots of Sheryl pics.

AND sheryl gave us our presents!!! CHARM BRACELETS. She boosted my already narcissistic ego by giving me 2 charms- one of a camera, and one of a teeshirt that said KISS ME. I am kissable. I'm sweet in fact.

Back to the point, shermain and sam made us wear the teeshirts- so we ended up looking like iheart- campaigners. very pretty campaigners actually. Its cool cause no one else has those shirts except for FOUR of us. okay, then we went to tangs. where we got lost in the... sea of... er. people. I guess you can call them that.

WAIT! STOP PRESS!

I have to say this! It's the inner fashionistaa coming out!!! You won't BELIEVE what we saw- you would never think it possible that anyone in their right mind would create something like that, but yes, a quilted chanel and balenciaga crossbreed!!!! Which SANE person would carry that?! Gaudy-way-too-fake balenciagas are bad enough. One would never think that anything could cross the line of never-before-seen-not-even-good-enough-to-be-called-imitation balenciagas but this totally takes home first prize. And its GOLD. I know gold is in, but hey, lets not take it to getai-over-the-top.

and last but not least! Brought to you by the Caramel Connoisseur Shermain, Macchiatto Mistress Samantha, Frappucino Fairy Sheryl and the Lady Latte Kristie, our STARBUCKS visit. Yes. we had coffee. How can we not? it's coffee? We had our usual caramel drinks. Our Favorite of course- it was Sam, Sher and Sherm's fave drinks, then they passed the... well, sorta a virus and I abandoned my darling Mocha frap. Oh Mocha darling, I'm sorry, but Caramel's just nicer... We had our daily dosage of Java and we went home.

and I'm sleepy, so I'm leaving now.

oh. and what's up with the overratedness of blended coffee. If you want STARBUCKS cause it's STARBUCKS, just say it chica, no one's going to mock you for it, we'll just mock you for knowing only one drink. =)

2006-12-22T09:55:00.000+08:00

before i begin on my detailed entry for my hongkong trip, i have to once again emphasize that this trip hasn't turned out the way i wanted it to. Which is an immensly sad thing.

so. Here goes. The things I bought for HK 2006.
-balengciaga overnight tote (brown)
-balengciaga overnight tote (black) [Shermain's]
-dolce and gabbana hobo tote (brown)
-Esprit dress
-Esprit dress
-Esprit tee
-Esprit tee
-mickey earrings for Gloria
-a knit poncho for shermain
-harrods shopping bag
-bikini
-bikini
-leg warmers i bought on impluse

and the gifts I recieved
- hermes wallet - Aunt Lynda
- tough jeans hoodie jacket
- Esprit hat- from me to me

and tah dah.

To all those who have seen me after i return from a shopping trip, the list is usually twice as long. why? why am I allowed to spend so much on holidays? Well, one, because my parents love me ( heh heh) and because I don't shop in singapore. Okay, i do, but not major shopping like for new year and stuff, for that, I shop overseas. And that list, is basically a proof of my skill. I bought all that- with exception of the balengciagas on the last day of the trip. Which was why i was shopping till the end. Even at the airport, i was desperately trying to shop for gifts, but to no avail.

And i was so upset. Never once have I been on a trip and come back giftless- and my mother's totally happy about it. She just told me that she doesn't like that I use money to spend on my friends. So back to the last entry, I am not going to purposely buy you all presents anymore. Unless I see something nice. =) Then it means that christmas has come early.

So on to my entry proper....

You know that life is unfair when you realize that Hong Kong has all the cute guys that you like.

1. Those hot hot hot aussies that come over on holiday to escape the hot weather and thus have bodies more fit than.. than... polski.

2. Those manga looking- hanazawa rui lookalike with eyes so soft and warm that they could melt the north pole not to mention super tall.

3. Those self confident hongkongnese guys that have like 3724379126301240 credit cards and make sales people in gucci, prada, tiffany and bottega cry with joy when they step in. And their single, and have no one to spend their money on. I like..

and you KNOW that life is so bloody damned screwed when this hot aussie comes up to you while you're sitting in starbucks, nursing a caramel macchiato and writing on notepaper you cope-ed from the hotel and asks in halting cantonese if you had anything to do for the day- if not, his friend Ben * gestures to the table near the counter* would like for you to join them as they tour the city. What's a girl to do when she spots her father walking down the street yakking on the phone? She scrams for it. So I stuffed everything in my bag and left- without a word. As as with the self confident austrailians that they are, he followed me. Him and his blonde haired friend- Ben I presumme. So i told him in very fluent english, that i was here on holiday with my family, and that I am a total of seventeen years old and so I don't make a very good target for their nightime flings.

Ben looked seriously impressed and spoke.

Ben: well Kid, just tell dad you'll be back for dinner.. you'll have fun, me and Eric don't bite.
Me: I'm sure you don't... But look, I gotta go.
Ben: c'mon...
Me: my boyfriend's down the street.

I pointed to some random manga looking- hanazawa rui lookalike, who happened to turn around and smile in my direction and they took a hint. I breathed a sigh of relief when i turned around.

The horny bastard wasn't looking at me! He was grinning at Gong Li's boobs in the three story high movie poster!!!

and so we move on.

And to the opening of Gi! Aunty Lynda's latest advertising job, which was the reason why I was there. Day 2 and 3 of my trip was spent going over display design for the jewellry counter and the fashion counters in the mall. I re did the entire thing, because if there's one thing I know.. after working at evita that is- no one hangs earrings from those plastic racks anymore. I made Aunty Lynda go and get those little replicas of wired manniquins and changing screens and used those in the display boxes. And then I changed the major window displays. Who in the blue moon displays a black and white gown in a window filled with pink feathers? So that's what I did. I bought yards of black faux fur and lined the floor and then i dragged a diva chair from another display and used that too. Omigosh. I am accomplished. So When the opening of Gi! came on Day four, I was there too, rushing around, and replacing some of the displays that the nimwit people had toppled.

Guess who owns Gi! ? It's a movie star's girlfriend...And that's all I'm saying- no more, no less..

on a last note.

Who the hell has 3047234213148759283 in Hongkong that they've never even heard off. Distant, but still relatives yes.

" Oh I forgot to tell you that we have to visit some of your uncles and aunts" - mom, in an sms when i reached HK.

2006-12-16T13:42:00.000+08:00

I swear, you know I’m crazy when I plop myself down on the floor in the mrt station and starts to type. It’s nuts. And now I’m like standing in the train, typing. I’m addicted I tell you. And trust me, it can be used as a social norm thing. Who the hell types early in the morning anyways. Its so odd cause I’ve never done it before, and I’m standing at the window thing, and I can like see the tunnel cause the train has headlights. Hah!

You think the train will get into an accident cause I’m standing here? Nah. Don’t think so. I mean can’t e right? Heh. I’m being paranoid again. So.

Yesterday’s medisoc test. One word. Screwed. Capital S. I blanked. Seriously. Majorly blanked. Really. And it’s just sad how blanked I was. I couldn’t even answer simple questions. Like that german guy who invented the printing press. I heard qingpei talk about him as if he was an author. And then I proceeded to tell Nad and Dee that he was an author. Stupid me.

Really krissypoo. How smart can you get.

OH! And I found out another reason for people to be typing in the train! Those people who have not finished their assignments. I remember clearly how Rick, Mag and I almost wanted to do that on the morning of our presentation. But we decided to take a cab and catch up on much deserved sleep that morning.

On to the minute details of the day. I’m wearing a light yellow jacket, a brown spag inside, and mock cowgirl pants. I know, sounds disasaterous. I can’t believe it looks this bad. But granted, I put it on without my glasses, and as mentioned in the previous post, yours truly does not fair well without glasses in the morning. The curtains were mercifully closed. Too bad for the neighbour.

So I now owe brian and wella and lav ( she insisted) 6 lunches and 3 dinners. And since I refused to let them run through my savings account, I shall attempt to scrimp and save and take them ALL out to lunch one day. Okay people, any restaurant of your choosing, just after janurary please, I’ll get my paycheck then. =)

I was about to say no hotels, but then again, I owe ya’ll like a bloody huge personal debt, so yes, the offer stands, Brian, Wella and Lav.

And another thing. I’m so tired of being generous. Okay, new year’s resolution? I shall attempt to remind myself that I am already broke as often as it is, and thus I shall start saving up for those rainy days that I really really, really have no cash. I know. Sounds morbid. But ever since that spew of rainy days recently, I’ve been blowing a huge lump sum on taxi that I’m so broke it’s not even funny. And I haven’t even Christmas shopped yet. I mean, I know what I want to get for mom, but whether the shop still has it is another problem. Sheesh. Maybe mum and dad should just share a present- that I’ve got an idea. Evill aren’t I.

Counting down.. I’m at Queenstown now and I’m more then an hour early. What rubbish. 2 more stops to dover. Sigh. I’m dreading the exam. Considering that I’m not prepared. Not at all, I’m suddenly very very very scared. I’m going to blank out. That’s for sure.

Okay!! I’m home now. And it’s one tiny blogpost before I get ready for 6 days of no internet!! Rest assured, I’ll be back with pictures!!

LOVE!

2006-12-14T21:11:00.000+08:00

[Edit: all references to 'Oddball' shall be changed to 'handsome cute sexy nice loving kind cool guy' at the insistance of Mr. Jonathan. Oh, and add ' Sweet-talking' to the list.]

What an eventful day.

Lexi: Jie, what is that sitting on the chair in the video?
Me: That's me.
Lext: Oh.

Yes. That was Alexis' interpretation for what I was wearing for filming. To my immense horror, she said I looked like my mother. My mother is 48 years old. Damn you dear sister!!!

So ah mei and I went out for dinner tonight, and met mommy at wheelock so we could troop to Shashlik for dinner.

Mom: WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME! I WOULD'T HAVE ALLOWED YOU OUT OF THE HOUSE!!!!!!!!

and people looked at me as if I was pregnant. Am i THAT fat?

So the funny thing starts when we are almost done with dinner.

Me: So, Lex, what happend in school?
Lexi: School's over for a month already.. *munches*
Me: I know, so I'm a little behind time..
Lexi: A LITTLE?!
Me: >.<

you know things are bad when your sister can win you in an argument. A senseless argument at that. So the conversation moved on...

Mom: * Stares at Me* .... I think you need to go and do your hair....
Me: WAH!!!!

you understand why, see, for the past two times i changed my hair color, my mother was complaining, and complaining, and complaining. " Go school only! Do hair so many times for what!" So this is the FIRST time ever, she looked at me and went, " I think you need to go to the hairdresser's " and this is also the first time, I feel no need to go to the hairdresser's.

Then I did something immensely stupid.
Lexi: OOOOOooooOooOoH. Baked Alaska!
Me: It's not la! if it's Baked it should be in the oven! Not being fried out here!

It's a marvel that i can still hold intelligent conversation. So mother decided to be nice and test me medisoc. I can sucessfullly say i have memorized all the theories. HAH! So i'm now left with the laws.

So, our friend, Jonathan, the Oddball in my locvid class has graciously decided to visit my blog, should he be able to find the address so I have also decided to be very nice and dedicate one paragraph in this entry to him. I am nice, aren't i? Yes, I think so too. Oddball is in Yours Truly's locvid class and happens to be a very, very good artist. He is also the person who told me " Eh, if you need help with editing, ask me okay? I like doing it." approximately 3 seconds after I told him that I was done with my video editing. He is also the person who has been chatting with me on msn the entire day, and so the reason that I have not studied as much as i wanted to ( kidding, kidding.. i have studied.. whether he studied or not is another matter entirely). He is a very nice person. But then again, so am I and so is Mr Heng Han. Sarcasm becomes of me. I know. Makes me prettier then I already am.

Random person: Why do you put on cosmetics?
Me: er.. it makes me look nicer?
RP: I choose to leave my natural beauty the way it is...
Me: I choose to enhance my natural beauty.. By the way honey, if you have natural beauty, I'll eat my toe. And since all of my toes are intact....

Medisoc Laws, HERE I COME!!!! =)

2006-12-14T14:46:00.000+08:00

I am immensely flattered by Kim's comment. After which, she proceeded to agree with me that I have a brilliant future as a chick lit author. Might I just point out that not many plan to disagree with me when I'm on the ball with another one of my schemes. Did i say schemes? I meant ambition. Sorry, my bad. But nontheless, Kim made me very happy, and i was able to stay on focus for a whole three minutes on editing before loosing my patience and starting to type this entry. Yes, accomplishment no? Great that you agree, i think so too.

I hope you people have had a laugh at the last picture entry, for more of a laugh, please vist genn's blog and check out the things they did to break social norms. And I thought what we did was bad. Sheesh. While the entire world is studying, I am sitting here, blogging. Stupid isn't it. But rest assured, I have studied- I am merely taking a break from the minute sized words in the Medisoc textbook.

So yesterday night, I was chatting online to Shermain, and she was happily quoting things from my own blog for me to read. And she was laughing. Loudly. I asked her why, and she said- " because we both have the same sick humor.." followed by a long line of " hahahahahahahahahhahahah".

>.<

is that a compliment?

Gee. Thanks.

So, lets move on. The letter of the day is..... " I"

and I is for Intimidating! *rwar*

Why intimidating? Because people find me intimidating!!!!!!!! ME?! INTIMIDATING?! I"M THE MOST SOFTSPOKEN PERSON THERE IS!!!

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okay. maybe not, but i think i'm a fairly nice person. And that I'm nicer since last term. Just ask the people around me ( they won't dare say no.. *evil grins* ) No, seriously, i think i'm much better..

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I was typing that part of the entry last night, and now i realize how ridiculously boring and un-funny it is. Kinda how it is when one trys to be funny. Lack of comic timing and all that. I'm still trying to think of stuff to write, so I'll go along with small, small, details that no one bothers about first.

So this morning I woke up with a spastic grin on my face, wondering why my room was so bright. You know, after waking up at like 5 am for 4 days, you get used to the fact that the sun's not up when you're up. So as usual, garbed in my bra and shorts, I threw off the blankets and stood up to face the morning/afternoon sun.

and came face to face with my neighbour staring into my.. ehm. Brilliant kristie, brilliant. Let a fresh ns man stare into your boobies. Wonderful. So guess what i did? I threw myself onto the floor, but not before he caught my eyes widening and I caught that pervertic smile. This is the reason why i crave for perfect eyesight. You know your eyes are crapped when you wake up in the morning and don't notice that the maid had taken all the curtains to wash.

oh damn. People are panicking about the tests and i'm blogging. Happily blogging. Oh darn. darn. darn. darn. You know what that means. I'm dead.

WHY DO THEY HAVE SO MANY BLOODY LAWS!!!!!

2006-12-13T19:54:00.000+08:00

well well well. Aren't we feeling mean today. I still haven't finished my latest entry, but for the laughing pleasure of others....

in secondary school, we were all crazy about taking oddballed pictures like this. It sure trained our arm muscles; we did it so many times it was like memorizing the timing of when the flash would go off so we could flash our pearly whites... cept in my case it was braces-ery whites...( From Braces clockwise, Kris, Gen, Eve, Daph, QJ)

Of course we tried to look older then we were. And we adored dining at restaurants where menus had words we could not pronounce without sounding like idiots. ( Audd, Sher, QJ, Kris, Sam, Sherm)

But we sure grew up fast.. I mean, look at the cake of make up!! okay, kidding, but it's no longer slapping on mom's stuff from her dressing table. We've got skill!!! you go girls!! ( Gen, Kris, Sam, Sherm)

Okay, so I grew but she didn't. Maybe she gained weight. Which explains why I can't carry her now... *ehm* ( Kris, QJ)

Did I mention that we learnt to love the camera? Yes. Check out my laptop if you want.. they flood the place!!! (Kris, Gen, Sherm, Sam)

Some of us even went for phototaking school!! Check it out! The red light district!!

And in every class there has to be a smart ass. " Got red also must have green! Later they see already think they're colour blind how?"

and even with a new school and a new class,

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we don't forget our old friends. Yours Truly especially. So yes, we meet up, once in a while, we talk non-stop, and we try not to loose our touch on our basic talent- Gossiping. Which we rock at. Obviously. ( QJ, Kris)

and for the laughing purpose.... I GIVE YOU!!!!

The BEFORE

And the AFTER

one course at Kristie's School of Posing and she has graduated!!!!

yes the bunny rabbit teeth are still there. but great improvement gen!!!!! :)

[update: according to Gen, the last picture was taken by Cheak, so Cheak, thanks very much for providing yours truly so much fun laughing at Gen's dramatic reaction. i swear i didn't get the picture from his blog... i was.. lured.........]

2006-12-13T19:24:00.001+08:00

and they had steamboat.

not done with my entry. So shall post later in the night. Damned night owl that i am these days.

2006-12-12T12:20:00.001+08:00

One might ask why I blog so much these days- well, twice a day isn’t much, and every day since I changed my template isn’t much either. But blogging is addictive. I’ll tell you that much. And it’s not like I blog for the reading pleasure of others- I try though, but it doesn’t usually work out that way. I blog so I can feel as if I’m telling a person the minute details of my not-so-interesting life- what color hoodie I’m wearing today, what color bag I’m carrying, and all that other bimbotic things that my friends would kill me for talking about. After all, I’m not as empty headed as the public assumes.

I have no idea why they would think me empty headed- I just like pink.

So here I am, in a black hoodie and a purple bag, in the train, typing in textedit, my latest entry. I’m listening to Mcfly’s Obviously.

Now that we got that out of the way…

I find that I have almost nothing to do on the computer since the passing of Graph Comm. Really! I used to frequent the forums that I love, and that used to be the bane of my existence, along with story writing and chatting on msn with the overseas friends. But I have just received epiphany- and I am now adamant that the world’s most interesting story is that of my own. And recently, though I’ve been lamenting about how simple my life is now, I realize that the challenges that I personally can overcome might not be as easy for anyone else. Say putting liquid eyeliner in the bus perhaps. Now, I might not be the only one, but I still think not many people can do it…So on with the story bit, quite a few things have been happening to me, but those secrets, I shan’t publically say here. If you’re lucky, I might tell you. Might. Only might. Yep. It’s regarding people and more people.

But I’m a naturally happy person, so don’t expect these little challenges to put me down. Like what she said- don’t frown, even when you’re down, cause you never know who’s falling in love with your smile.

And that keeps me smiling all day long. After all who doesn’t want someone to fall in love with them- or their smile. I’ll take what I can get.

Talking about falling in love, I refer back to Eileen’s words. About the red pail and the kid that wails. I know. That and Love have got nothing to do with each other. But I just got inspiration, so I’ll go back to love in general later. We- Kim, Eileen and I were walking along Citylink when I brought up the subject of Eileen and her dream kid- a mop of blonde hair. Well Eileen my dear, I’m not letting you anywhere near my kid in case I do have the sheer luck to marry a blonde and my darling daughter turns out blonde as well. But at some points I do agree with her and her anti-kid wailing situation. I hate them so much I want to throw them into Ngee Ann City’s fountain. Yes the big one in the basement. Or the one in the courtyard. Works fine either way. =)

Back to love.
Falling in love- is such an ambiguous emotion. Half the time, you don’t know what the hell you’re saying when you’re in love. Well, that proves it. I’m not in love. I’m.. in like? Well, not exactly, more like in search of friendship. How the hell can you fall in love without even knowing what the hell the other person has for you to fall in love with? Dumb thing. I mean, there are the rare occasions of the entire love-at-first-sight kind of thing, but how often is that man. I’m not saying it never occurs- In fact, I’m not saying that I’m saying anything at all. I just think it’s crazy how people can like fall in love after a couple of days. Now, liking is fine- after three days, if you like someone, that’s fine. But not love- I just don’t think love is possible. But me? Now? I’m just looking for.. well, friendship, I just want to be allowed to care. Shrug I guess people have different perspectives.

And now I’m drastically late. It happens when you wake at ten thinking that your lesson starts at one, then at 11, you realize it’s at 12. Amazing Kristle. Well done. And the train’s taking so bloody long today, it isn’t even funny anymore. At first you think it’s so amazing that it moves at the pace of a snail, but when you figure out that you’ve only left with 15 minutes till your class starts, you start getting bloody annoyed with the train.

Back to falling in love, I think I did fall in love- once. Just once, and it felt great. It made me feel so protected, cherish and wanted. Everything bad would be fixed and it was just.. magical. A mutual relationship of trust and appreciation. That’s the word- mutual. It takes to hands to clap, and I like it when the other person cares as much as I do. Which brings me back to the bottomline, I don’t want to care about people who don’t care anymore. I give up. I do. I give up wanting to see you all happy, and I give up trying to pull you out of that bottomless pit.

Grr

Now, now, lets not turn this into one post of hatered and anger. God knows I don’t have enough of that to fill one entire post of words. But yea.

Back to the minute details then, whilst I figure out which of life’s philosophy I would like to explore next.

I like chocolate coated strawberries
I like bubble baths.
I want more new skirts from WH
I love to dream that I’m a princess, though I don’t get treated like one. =(

AH! Got it.

On to materialism.

I finally had another realization. I realize that I’m in no way earning money. So what in the blue moon gives me the right to shop like I do? To carry designer? To just eat when and where I want to?! Its crazy. I mean, how many bags do I have again? Gosh. I’m scaring myself. And that’s not a very good thing. I mean, with 25 designer bags, I could feed an entire family for a month!! And I’ve got 12 bags. That’s half a month! Gosh. Realization is painful because I know what I’ve got to do now. No more designer people. Designer Queen is now going to stop with the coach and the fendi.

Well. No one said I couldn’t by fake stuff though. If there’s a good bargain, and it looks good why not? =)

Okay. Now I’m in class. So goodbye blogging.

2006-12-11T21:02:00.000+08:00

WAH!

running in high heels then can big shot lor. I also can what.

Notice the dropping standard of english. I had a pretty interesting day. With adrenaline flowing like mad-dog crazy. After my ordeal with the exploding coke float, I thought I'd seen everything. I guess not. I got to school way before 8 am. Which might prompt people to ask- why the hell weren't you here for lecture then?! Well, the answer is, one, I simply wasn't in the mood to attend one 2 hour lecture in the morning; medisoc was already confusing as it is while i'm studying, so I do not need another lecture to screw with my mind. Oh and of course dear Daniel needed help with his homework. I told him to start ages ago, but noooooo. He wouldn't listen. So I helped. And so did Jay. Yay for us! Santa better give us more presents. More Santa! More!!

So Daniel and I rushed GraphComm like siao. Which seems to be one of my favorite words these days- if siao is even a word. But yes, we rushed- cabbed down to BB, then cabbed back, and managed to make it on time. Then we were nice and went to help others with the mounting of the logos. At first parthe didn't want to finish it, but i helped him paste and made him hand it up. Thank God he did. Dan and I called Jay when we left school and the three of us met at wheelock so that Dan could get his laptop checked. It was cocking up again, so we went to throw our weight around at the shop.

( I have no idea why i'm detailing everything)

But yes. We went to the shop, and then after that we went for Pepper Lunch dinner. Ironic. We call it Lunchner. So cute.

We shared a little bit of beer to celebrate. So if Jay tells you he doesn't drink, don't believe him. mwhaha. I wasn't supposed to drink either, cause mommy's at home, but aiya. a bit only la. =) And the singlish returns.

Dan went off to esplanade to meet a friend, leaving my james bond/ ron weasley lookalike friend- Jay and I walking to the MRT station. He was being nice and offered to carry my bag. I said no. He looked damn metro carrying the purple tote.

Here comes the interesting part, while walking from dg to the NEL, I had this girl. I repeat, GIRL nudge pass me and go ' EXCUSE ME!' in a really loud voice. The bloody clacker was running in 2 inch heels. I know, but yes, i can tell how high her heels are. 2 inch, 2.5 inch max. And she was running. Running so what!? Ya'll have seen my peep toe heels- 4 inches. FOUR! and I don't go around shouting ' EXCUSE ME!'.

Bloody Clacker.

2006-12-10T17:58:00.000+08:00

Blatant Stupidity.

When you blog twice a day, you know this. Either you're really bored, or you've got alot to say. Amazing isn't it. and the better part is that I'm both. I've got alot of things on my mind that i really really really want to say out, and i'm shit assed bored in the shop.

Not exactly a brilliant combination.

first off-

if you think i'm that bloody kind of girl, then fine- don't take my advice, and you can continue believing that the entire universe was created just so that it could laugh at your blatant stupidity. It's a been there done that situation for me, so if you bloody well choose not to listen, or even look at me, then fine. you know what, go be a hippo and wallow in your own little world. I'm through putting in effort for the people i want to see happy. Since ya'll don't bloody well appreciate it, i'm just going to stop and concentrate on the people that want me to care about them. I assure you i'm not short of these people. My christmas list is a mile long.

And on to the boredom part.

What is with the people who don't spend money these days. I swear, today's sales are like crap. And I'm so... annoyed, i don't even have he mood to actually sell anything- and usually, i'm quite persuasive. I'm just sitting behind the counter and blogging, like the sad sappy person that I am. Oh and chatting online and helping the people with writcomm. It's just past six and we haven't sold more then..10 pieces of acessories. We're playing sean paul from my ipod, connecting it to the amps in the store, so after dancing, i got bored and just sat here with the laptop.

Thank God marina has wireless.

2006-12-10T00:15:00.000+08:00

Ah hah!

so. today was a good day at work.

Made good sales. So decided to treat me and mother to New York, New York. Brilliant place really. Green is the new pink. But I shall not bore you with my rambling, lets just highlight the more interesting bits.

As you all know, I have been trying to learn how to flirt for about... 3 months, under the tutelage of a couple of people. So i am now pleased to report that I am progressing. At Ny, Ny. Mom and I ordered quite alot of food, including 2 floats. One Coke, and one Root Beer. The coke one, mine, came first. And it exploded. Literally. The guy who was serving it, who is quite cute by the way, paniked. Visably. And i was left chuckling with the explosive float. He ran away with a pale face, and came back with a wad of napkins and proceeded to drown my coke float in the tissue. How ironic. And i spent the following 10 minutes being nice and smiling a really sincere smile and telling him it was alright. Poor guy was almost going to get a heart attack. I then busied myself with the now not-drowning float. It was a nice float. I will go back for the float. I had quite a nice time, partly cause of the great float, and partly cause of the beaming smiles i was recieving from the exploding-float-guy and his friend.

And after that they gave me free cotton candy. That was the best part of the lunch.

I went back to work, and made more good sales. Left for home at like 11, but dad called and asked me to tah-bow Carl's Jr. for the kids at home- mom and lexi. Has it ever occured to you that one carl's burger is roughly the size and price of 2 Macdonald's meals? yes. So back to my main point... I was buying Carl's Jr. and i could hear from the kitchen the guys arguing with each other who was going to serve me the bag.

Now. EIther i looked really good- which was impossible, cause after a long day at work, no one looks good- or it's just that my ass was really nice in the pants. Which is impossible cause they're work pants so no one can possibly look nice in them. So i settled for the reason that they were just being guys- horny, irritating, dominating bastards ( present company excluded of course) and stood there sucking on the straw from the gigantic cup of coke. I swear they were glancing at me.

After much deliberation, they allowed one of the guys to serve the bag of 2 burgers, but another guy, not to be out done, took three paperbags and asked if i needed a carrier for my coke. er.. i don't think so. Another one followed with an armload of sauces and proceeded to advertise to be the virtues of bbq sauce. Amazing. Calmly, i took the sauces, the bag, and refused the drink carrier much to the dismay of the server, and left with a grin, and putting smiles on their faces.

Do Carl's Jr.'s servers earn commision?

2006-12-08T23:44:00.000+08:00

As I read I know
Like as if I was you inside.
Every line I go on,
I see the rules by which you abide.

Of pride and sustanence,
A story of pain that makes it so surreal.
But every line that I read on,
I know it's real, the pain is real.

But I don’t sympathize,
My dear friend;
Its not what you need,
Not till the end.

You need to get pass the anger and sorrow,
And look towards a brighter tomorrow.

Cliché I know,
Seriously I do.
But why I say this,
This I have to tell you.

For once I can say,
I know how you feel.
The anger and the hurt,
Betrayal- if you will.

It happened to me once,
And I never want it again.
The sense of loss,
And one of loosing

It’s like it's choking,
And you've got nothing to say.
When all your words well up,
And your throat’s dry like clay.

Tears have gone by,
And profanities can’t begin.
You turn to booze,
Beer, vodka and gin.

You say it helps,
You grow stronger bit by bit.
But let me tell you,
It never goes away,
Not tomorrow,
Definitely not today.

Life's a story that goes round and round,
And the message I say, is clear, it's sound.

If there's one thing you need to do,
Is get on your feet.
Get yourself hopping,
To life’s loving beat.

'Cause when you give up hope,
and you give up love,
there's nothing your friends can actually do,
to help you forget,
to help you get back to you.

It’s the only thing that can hold you down,
The only anchor,
When you start to drown.

When I was like that,
She said "hold on tight,
I’m here for you dear Kristie,
Your one beaming light"

And I held fast,
I didn't let go.
I knew that once I did,
My light would stop it's glow.

I listened once and it helped me much,
So I think its time you did as such.
You ask why it happens to you,
Well my dear friend, what I say is true.

When life screws up,
It’s not only you.
People all around the world,
Everyday, they’re feeling blue.

Is God being selfish,
You ask again and again,
No he's not I tell you now,
Not because he gives you pain.
Every one has trials,
Even people like you and me.
It’s the time when we push ourselves,
Give it up, and be free.

You can't let go of love,
Not now, not ever,
Because if pain hurts,
What hurts more is anger.

For doing things, everyone has their reasons.
Even if it's not for real, everyone has that right.
And because it’s their right to say,
You get kicked out at night.

But since I have the guts to blog,
I might as well do this till the end.
You do not know me well,
I should say not at all,
But I have to say this now,
Or I might end up not saying at all.

I know you're angry at the world,
But accept it, it’s not the world’s fault.
Could you please let people in,
Into the heart you lock like a vault.

You don't deserve what has happened,
That I know too well,
And so do your friends, dear one,
For they observe, they can tell.

You're nice, you're funny,
Too nice, perhaps too funny?
But really, sometimes you don’t say to much,
And its not good. Honest, and truly.

But if there's one mistake,
It’s locking the real you inside.
It’s darting the shadows late at night,
Behind the pillars that you try to hide.

And while I'm on this lets get on to bad things.
If bad experiences were to rule our lives,
Then honestly,
Husbands would have never married their wives,

I would never find shoes again,
And mom would never end up sane.
Dad would never eat sushi ever,
And Alexis would not go skating- never.

Its funny how lives go round and round.
And how I just thought to write this out.
And before I end, I shall say this much,
After that experience, I never did pout.

And life goes on,
Dear friend of mine.
Because if everyone followed your rules,
Then loving would be a heinous crime.

So I end the story with one last verse.
Lest you think I’m a coward, I say this here.
If ever you put yourself down,
I’m kicking you hard.
And if you think I’m kidding,
Man, you sure are one lump o’ lard.

2006-11-26T20:40:00.000+08:00

And Now its your turn to go. I Love you.

I miss the time when you just sat there, in that special chair, telling me to wash my hair.
I miss the time when you had cash, giving me five bucks and then telling me to dash.
I miss the time when you hid me behind you, hiding me from my pesky sister.
I miss the time when you cooked for me, my favourite dishes- all three.
I miss the time when you blew up the kitchen, burnt your brows then tattooed them again.
I miss the time when you walked with me, down the road and watched me swing.
I miss the time when you would go, to central and buy veggies- all those that i refuse to eat.
I miss the time when you waved the cane, telling me to finish my math, and i wouldn't, I'd watch tv.
I miss the time when you kept letting me hog the TV, and watch cartoons on Cartoon Network, and you wouldn't understand.
I miss the time when you compared me to Alex, telling me that I was the best girl in the world, and made me feel special.
I miss the time when you would argue with the other Gran, telling her she has to stop dying her hair black.
I miss the time when you would argue with Umi and tell her her cooking sucked.
I miss the time when you would argue with mom, about everything.
I miss the time when you would ask umi to buy you salompas and i would go with her.
I miss the time when you blessed the new house the day we moved in.
I miss the time when you didn't have to go into the hospital, and polyclinics saw very little of you.
I miss the time when you were in america, and you would sit in the same chair and carry me.
I miss the time when you were in HongKong, and you fell down the chair laughing cause i fell into the porriage.
I miss the time when you were on the plane and you didn't like it cause they didn't speak cantonese.
I miss the time when you would sit on the bed and tell me stories.
I miss the time when you thought I was going to die when it was just the flu.

I miss the time when nothing could keep you from seeing me.. Day and Night. JUst as now, nothing would keep me from saying goodbye. I know you're in pain, that's the only reason why I want you to go. If only you could stay here, and see me, watch me, and tell me i'm the best girl all over again...If only people never aged, and there was nothing like death, or illness.. It would be the perfect place cause you wouldn't have to go, and Nan would still be here, and Gran would go anytime soon. But now you can't eat, and you can't drink. You've been out of the hospital so many times i can't count. You can't walk on your own and your bones don't really work anymore.

You can't feel, but you can see, and you still grasp my hand and you smile. I see the weathered caluses on your palms and I remember the life you had. the wooden fish and everything else. If i could sit by your bed i would, but i'm a coward. I don't want to see you like that. I want to see you happy. Like i did as a child. Holding your hand and making sure you wouldn't find me when i hid behind the slide. Even just now, I saw your eyes slowly turn to mine, and you called my name. I was so happy you could recognize me... My name never sounded more beautiful. And you told me it was good of me to see you. For so many days I leave and I come home, and I simply ignore your existance. Since i had started school, i simply ignored you. Sure it was the hi and the bye. But i never sat down and talked to you, like i did just now. And i feel scared. I feel scared to the bones. From the moment i was born i had known you, you who is not related to me. But you loved me, just as i loved you and you did your best to give me all that I wanted.

You said that you would take one day at a time. I don't want to know what tomorrow would bring. If i could turn back time, I'd willingly take O Levels again, PSLE again, if it meant you being younger, healthier. I'd do anything, for you to hold me in your arms. But i suppose its my turn. You told me I was the best, and I would let you down.

And I love you, just as you love me...

2006-11-14T22:31:00.000+08:00

HELLO WORLD!

So, I have finally decided to update my blog. Due to the interest expressed by several people to see what gossip, I the reknown Gossip Queen has fished up. BUT, being the nice person that I am, I have decided that I shall not allow all you all out there the pleasure of laughing at another person. If you want to laugh, then by all means, laugh at me. As a disclaimer though, what I post next has nothing to laugh about. All in all, I for one take this very seriously. I mean, it could be true! It could be my life!! mhmm. What in the world am I talking about you ask? Well, I have just got my palms read. Not that I printed words on that, no.. but the traditional fortune telling- Palmistry.

SIM had a bazar today and at the bazar, was one Master Khor, apparently Singapore's top Palmistrist. Whatever they call him. So for ten bucks, I asked him how was my love life, and my luck.

Let me detail you his readings. Since I am detailing his reading on my hands, I will be a nice person and not charge all ya'll ten bucks.

1. According to Master Khor, I am a perfectionist. ( uh huh. And you needed my hands to tell you that?!)

2. According to Master Khor, I am also very selective about the path of my love life. ( right. And how do YOU know.)

3. .... , I am also very hard to go after as my standards are very high. ( your point is?)

4. ( note that i stop saying.. " according to Master Khor" yea. I got lazy) ..., that though I am very hard to get, playboys like to go after me 'cause they misjudge my personality for someone very 'easy' ( Master Khor, you make me feel SO much better about how I look..)

5. ..., I need to dress in blue to attract guys. ( BLUE?! Why can't you pick a color that looks good on my skin tone?!)

6. .... I need a guy that's actually as smart as I am... ( all you stupid people stay far away, ya hear! Master Khor's instructions!!!)

7. ..., I have a split personality, sometimes i'm patient, compassionate, easy to talk to and all that libra crap, but sometimes i'm painfully efficient and don't have the patience for slowness. ( hmm. true. very true..)

8. ...., My marriage ages are 26 and 33. ( and we wonder why yours truly is boyfriend hunting..)

9. ..., My lucky numbers are 6, 4, 9. ( none of which are in my birthdate, ic number, school id number or car number plate. Way to go kristie!)

10. ..., and I get cheated easily. By guys meaning. Cause when they... use smarts and strategy to sweep me off my feet, I fall fast, and I fall hard. ( right. Now I'm scared)

on to the luck and money part.

11. ...., I have good intuition, so I should trust my gut. ( they call it gut feeling for a reason. you barf after you see your results...)

12. ..., I'm a natural glamour puss, and I love recognition, credit, the fame and the fortune, so i should get a media related job. ( what course am I in again?)

13. ...., with the above job, I'll be successful and earn lots of money. ( that's nice..I do want that house....)

well. That's all I can remember. Whadaya know. Lucky thirteen. Says alot huh.

Going off for tonight, just a short note to all ya'll who's going to laugh at me and my forture hunting skills. NIGHT!

2006-10-10T23:57:00.000+08:00

Okay, this entry is for Qiujin, who has been the bestest friend anyone could ever want. It's not an original writing, but I chanced across it, so.. yep. Babe, it's for you ^

I never thought that I would find
a friend so great and a friend so kind
I look up to you in every way
'cause I learn something from you every day.

Without you I don't know where I'd be
but you're still here, friends with me
you deserve so much more than I can give
but without you I wouldn't live.

You've given me more than money can buy
and for you I'd give my all and I would die
This feeling I feel gets stronger every day
hoping not to screw it up, I constantly pray.

I know we have our problems every now and then
but once it's fixed our friendship is better times ten
and I want you to know that I truly do care
even in fights when I say things that aren't fair.

You're an angel from God up above
and I'm thankful for your understanding love
because when you're around everything seems right
and for you, until the end, I will fight.

It doesn't matter what you do or say
because you'll be my friend anyway
I know the real you that's down deep inside
and in you, I'll always confide.

Thanks for being the friend you are
you're my best friend, an angel by far
everything in you is an inspiration to do great
and you'll be loved by all cause that's your fate!

So never stop being the real and wonderful you
cause God shines through in all that you do
and whenever it seems like I'm never there
remember this: I love you and I'll always care!

AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY NAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2006-10-03T22:36:00.001+08:00

Seeing that I don't forward emails ( that often), I decided that I'll just immortalize this here.

Fond memories For those who born in the 70s and 80s.

1. You grew up watching He-man, MASK, Transformers, Silver Hawk and
Mickey Mouse. Not to forget, Ninja turtles, My
Little Pony and Smurfs too.

2. You grew up brushing your teeth with a mug
in Primary school during recess time. You will squat by a drain
with all your classmates beside you, and brush your teeth
with a coloured mug.The teachers said you must brush each side 10 times too.
3. You know what SBC stands for.
4. You pay 40 cents for Chocolate or Strawberry MILK every week in class.

5. You watch a very popular Malay dubbed Japanese drama on RTM1
about schoolgirls who possess powerful skills in volleyball called Meoro Attack.

6. You find your friends with pagers and handphone cool in Secondary school.

7. SBS buses used to be non-airconditioned. The bus seats are made
of wood and the cushion is red. The big red bell gives a loud BEEP!
when pressed. There are colourful tickets forTIBS buses.The
conductor will check for tickets by using a machine which
punches a hole in the ticket.
8. Envelopes given to us to donate to Sharity Elephant every
Children's Day.

9. You've probably read Young Generation magazine.You know who's
Vinny the little vampire and Acai the constable.
10. You were there when they first introduced MRT here. You went
for the first ride with your parents and you would kneel on the
seat to see the scenery.
11. Movie tickets used to cost only $3.50. &@%#$*@#$^*!@#&^$

12. Gals are fascinated by Strawberry Short
Cake and Barbie Dolls.

13. You learn to laugh like The Count in
Sesame Street.

14. You longed to buy tibits called Kaka (20 cents per pack), and
Ding Dang (50 cents per box), that had a toy in it and it changes
every week not forgetting the 15 cents animal crackers and the ring pop, where
the lollipop is the diamond on the ring.

15. You watched TV2 (also known as Channel 10) cartoons because
Channel 5 never had enough cartoons for you.
16. Hardy Boys, Nancy Drew, The Three
Investigators, Famous Five and Secret Seven are probably the thickest
story books you ever thought you have read. Even Sweet Valley High
and Malory Towers.

17. KFC used to be a high class restaurant that
serve food in plates and let you use metal forks and knives.
18. The most vulgar thing you said was asshole and idiot
and THE MOST EXTREME WAS 'super white'...you just
couldn't bring yourself to say the hokkien relative.

19. Catching was the IN thing and twist as the magic word.

20. Your English workbooks was made of some
damn poor quality paper that was smooth and yellow.
21. CDIS were your bestfriend
22. The only computer lessons in school involved funny pixellised
characters in 16 colours walking about trying to teach you maths.
23. Waterbottles were slinged around your neck
and a must everywhere you go.
24. Boys loved to play soccer with small plastic
balls in the basketball court.

25. Teng-teng, five stones, chapteh, hentam
bola and zero point were all the rage with the girls and boys too...

26. Science was fun with the balsam and the angsana being the most
important plants of our lives, guppies and
swordtail being the most important fish.
27. Who can forget Ahmad, Bala, Sumei and
John, eternalized in our minds from the textbooks. Even Mr Wally & Mr.
Yakki. What abt Miss Lala??? And Zaki and Tini in Malay Textbooks
28. We carry out experiments of our own to get yourself badges for
being a Young Zoologist/Botanist etc.
29. Every Children's day and National day
you either get pins or pens with 'Happy Children's Day 1993' or dumb
files with 'Happy National Day 1994'.
30. In Primary six you had to play buddy for the
younger kids like big sister and brother.
31. We wear BM2000, BATA, or Pallas shoes.
32. Your form teacher taught you Maths, Science and English.
33. The worksheets were made of brown rough paper of poor quality.

34. You went to school in slippers and a raincoat when it rained,
and you find a dry spot in the school to sit down, dry your feet,
and wear your dry and warm socks and shoes.

35. School dismissal time was normally around 1 pm.
36. There would be spelling tests and mental
sums to do almost everyday.

37. Your friends considered you lucky and rich if
your parents gave you $3 or more for pocket money everyday.

38. You see Wee Kim Wee's face in the school hall.
39. You freak out when the teacher tells you to
line up according to height and hold hands with the corresponding boy or girl
40. Boys like to catch fighting spiders.
41. Collecting and battling erasers was a pastime for boys.
42. Autograph books were loaded with "Best
Wishes", "Forget Me Not", and small
poems like "Bird fly high, hard to catch.Friend like you, hard to forget".

43. Class monitors and prefects loved to say "You talk somemore, I
write your name ah!"
44. There were at least 40 people in one class.

45. Large, colourful schoolbags were carried.

46. You brought every single book to school, even though there was
one thing called the timetable.

Spread this heart warming messagearound, you
don't get something like this very often.

Never frown when you're down, you never know
who's falling in love with your smile...

so there. so true.

Where are you? Why aren't you here

2006-10-02T23:55:00.000+08:00

OH.EHM. GEE.

I HAVE HAD THE MOST WONDERFUL BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION EVER.

And now, it's about 15 minutes to the end of my birthday, so.. ehm. I'm going to start blogging. So celebrations started on Monday when I took about a hundred dollars in cash to go bikini shopping. It's not alot but what the heck. In preparation of Friday, the Beach Day, Shermain and I went down to Far East in search of THE BIKINI. I found the ONE for me, so I got it. Following that, we both found beach dresses. I think i ended up looking frightfully frumpy in mine. Gah. It didn't look frumpy on the rack...........

HAH. so on Tuesday, Shermain and I went swimming. For the specific purpose of testing out my Bikini, to ensure no malfunctions occur. Besides the fact that the bikini bottom was extremely insecure, it was fine. Gen joined us and was whining about how she didn't pick up the phone the previous day, Because i intended to buy her a bikini as well. Hah. too bad for her.

wednesday. It came and went pretty quickly. Because one, we bought Gen's Bikini, two, we had LJS for lunch, three, I decided to learn Japanese. Yep. and the funny part was that Shermain and gen did present shopping when i was around. Cute huh. Yep. I plugged in my Ipod and walked around behind them while they went around wisma looking for presents.

On thursday, I stayed at home and watched DVDs at the same time bugging Kristle online. See, she planned something for me on my actual birthday and was refusing to tell me about it. Gah. I got so annoyed. But oh well, I love her for it. Shermain came over at around 4 in the afternoon to prepare for Friday. she bought my gift already, but didn't bring wrapper. So we went to Serangoon central to get paper. sheesh.

and then CAME FRIDAY!!!!

Shermain and I woke up really early. Well, Shermain tried to wake up earlier then me, so she and gen could surprise me, but I woke up anyways. Gen came earlier with another part of my present; they had a hard time hiding it from me. =P

IT TURNED UP TO BE CUPCAKES!!!!!!! really nice ones i might add.

we went for breakfast after that- which was when i started to get pissed cause of some people- but yea. I had breakfast and then we went off to SENTOSA, meeting Massy at Serangoon station. we chit chatted all the way to harbour front where we went in search of Starbucks. mhmm. Caramel macchiato. Spelling problems, i know. So yup we got coffee before going into sentosa, where we headed straight for KM8 at Tanjong beach and got out of our dresses and into our bikinis. oooh wheee. loved it. Sheryl and sam joined us later and I ordered a cosmo. =)

we went back to my place after the beach to have a seafood dinner. I cooked. Pepper Crab and Chilli Crab, with seafood from chomp chomp. After that we had fun taking photos, then everyone went home.

On Saturday, there was no piano lesson, so i slept in. Went for guzhen, then came home to prepare for the barbeque. Again i got brilliant gifts. =) We had alot of food... Jenna, noel and I watched High School Musical together and commented on the rubbish amount of times it had been played on tv- so much so we memorized all the lines. The went home, and I went to bed early.

On Sunday, once again i got up late. just in time to rush through grooming and for lunch, at the quayside with the family. Japanese food. Yum. then we went shopping, where i ate some more, and mom got pants. Right. Irrelevant. So I recieved a message from Kristle, about the 'secret' plans on monday....

But. An interview screwed everything up. Nontheless, i'm not going to go into that.

MONDAY! TODAY, OCTOBER THE SECOND!!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!!!!!

So. Met Kristle at like 2.30 with leona and beckie. Went to Orchard to meet tasha. Then got the interview done by 4 plus. Went, on kristle's instructions to marina........ where... she asked me to... ehm. 'walk.'

i walked and from behind, popped out... SHYANNE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and then from another side, poped out MAGDALENE! DARRICK! annnnnndddd.... ANNNNNNNEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i know. i totally didn't expect it, but it was amazing... they had this cake.. ( which we ate, after dinner)...and I had amazing birthday gifts. once again. we went to billy bombers, where DANIEL showed up.. with SUJITH and PRINCESS.

One thing.

YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING AND THIS IS BY FAR THE BEST BIRTHDAY I"VE HAD. ( accept my sweet sixteen, that's outta the league)

SO. here goes.

this are the stuff i got for this year's birthday.

Calvin klein undies( they're cute)
necklace, earrings set
necklace
nautical sailing jacket
birks
digital camera
bikini
beach dress
cash
borders book card
speakers- MAGS AND DARRICK. i'm getting you guys KILLER birthday presents....
this cd, butterfly thingie from shy which i'm sure took ages to make...
hawaiian earrings and hair tie thingie
paul and joe nail file
purple gypsy top
.
.
.

AND A BEAUTIFUL DAY I SPENT WITH PEOPLE I LOVE. I LOVE YOU GUYS. KRISTLE. SHYANNE. MAGS. RICK. ANN. DAN. SHANICE. SUJITH. PRINCESS. TASHA.

nothing could be more amazing.

2006-09-22T18:24:00.000+08:00

Ideal Gift List for 18th Birthday. 2nd October, 2007.

1. nail spa- mani, pedi
2. hair extensions
3. a new handbag.
4. shoes - i wear a size ten
5. Photo Album
6. hairbrushes.
7. more eye shadow.
8. chanel blusher compact
9. Starbucks gift card
10. Borders GIftcard.
11. Key pendant ( mommy's getting me that. this is just a reminder.
12. paul frank watches.
13. a car.
14. another car.
15. more shoes ( a girl can never have too many shoes)
16 complete harry potter box set ( because i already have the complete Bridgerton books)
17. A weave bottega ( Aunt Fong, you read this?!)
18. Jimmy choos. ( like i said, i wear a size ten)
19. Boots. flat, pointed, heels... whatever, just boots (non black please)
20. And to make shermain happy, a pair of size six Leopard peep toe pumps. With the red undersole.

Dear Santa, I know I said I would want the above list for my eighteenth birthday, but if you do happen to see any of the things above in time for Christmas this year, I would be very happy if you dropped them here together with the Christmas gifts. Thanks muchos. Santa, you rock. I’ll make sure my kid sister is good this year. :)

2006-09-22T11:59:00.000+08:00

At the request of my bestest-bestfriend in the entire whole wide world, I have posted five pictures. =) She thinks I'm being lazy, so i'm posting five pictures. Not one, not two, FIVE. HAH! BEAT THAT! =)

My AngeLs

you have NO idea how many times we had to jump for this shot. thanks ms ming....

yep. I was the first little (okay. not so little) idiot who climbed onto the railing on Changi's Boardwalk. I swear the thing is damn near unstable. Miss Kodi: KRISTIE! YOU STUPID CHILD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! ( or something along those lines. I'm pretty sure she said that- note, pretty sure...)

my AngeL and me.

this picture is Proof of Qiujin's photographic capability over genn's. My other AngeL.

there. FIVE pictures.

my BIRTHDAY"S COMING!!!!!!!!

2006-09-17T10:02:00.000+08:00

HEY PEOPLE!!!!

okay. anyone who wants to know about ann's and my Club Med Escape, please read Ann's blog- it is obvious that she's the more hardworking one.

On another note, i passed year one- yay me!

and i'm returning to Club Med Ria Bintan once again in DEC, and again in FEB. Interested? Please let me know- it's more fun if more people go!

L.O.V.E.

2006-09-11T10:48:00.000+08:00

its monday morning and very obviously, i'm suffering from the aftermath of no club med. Yesterday i returned from my second trip back to club med ria bintan and it's going to be my last time back there- well no, it wouldn't be my last time, since i'm going back there in Feburary, but it will be the last time I'll be seeing most of the G.Os. This is the season change and most of the G.Os will be moving by the time I go back, so really, this trip was the last time I'll ever be seeing most of them. Yes. It is sad.

Since I'm so ultimately obsessed with Club Med, you can expect a trip account in full detail.

Day One. Morning. 4am.
It was crazy, since Nadia ( who came over the night before) and I woke up 2 hours early. We showered and went downstairs, when i started to have one of my CRAZY stomach problems. So i went back and fourth to the bathroom. But you didn't need to know that did you. Right. so yes. we watched cartoons and waited for my parents- and they came down and we left for the ferry terminal. Whoo! TO CLUB MED AND BEYOND! yep. But we were early so we had breakfast, I had a dumpling and Nadia had a pao. So after that we went onto the ferry and incidentally we were shrieking and screaming about the fact that we were going to arrive in club med in 45 minutes.

We slept- thanks to the fact that we woke up at 4 am, and when we woke up again, we were arriving- WHOO!!! YAY!

i'm skipping the next part-cause it's endlessly boring.. Except that we met YAS at arrival. YAS is part of the circus team. But i dont have a photo of him. damn. we went on the bus- et cetra, et cetra.

and then WE ARRIVED!!!!!!!!

we saw the arrival team there, with YIM and EMMA and NORMA and MARIANNA among other people. Nadia and I didn't listen to the arrival speech, cause we had to get an extra key for our room. Another G.O brought us to our room, and we unpacked really quickly before leaving to look for breakfast. We assumed it was the late breakfast room, which was ALL the WAY out in the beach, but it wasn't. So we had to walk back. Bollocks. After Breakfast we went back to change to our bathing suits, and then we went swimming, and then we went to the sailing shack- and met TOMMY who told us that there was no time slot then and to go back at 2 o clock. After which we went for archery, where we had fun with HERTOG and he said that he had three girlfriends, one of which was from singapore ( Nadia). We shot a couple of arrows and discovered how bad we are at it. Sheesh. we left archery in preference for lunch where we sat with Aretha Franklin and MIN YOUNG. We chatted about how great it is to be at Club Med and how much Nadia and I hated singapore. Then they left and EMMA from RECEPTION came to join us. We hit off really well because both she and I grew up in Hong Kong, and we both think ( and know) that " HONG KONG IS JUST TOO COOL!!!" mhmm. We carried on chatting until LE ANN came to join us. She looked so alive, Nadia and I both found it hard to believe that she slept only 2 hours the night before. ( they had a G.O party and they got pissed drunk.)

That's the end of lunch and now i'm going to have breakfast. WHoo. Brb.

2006-09-05T19:00:00.000+08:00

I LOVE IRENE!

2006-09-04T23:03:00.000+08:00

For my beloved Genn- you know that there are people who will stand by you no matter what.

So tired, tired of these drama
tired? God. bring me more coffee honey.
No more, no more
I wanna be free
let me be the person i'm meant to be..
I'm so tired, so tired

Broken heart again
Another lesson learned
time had passed me by, and i thought it'll be different..
Better know your friends
Or else you will get burn
Gotta count on me
Cause I can guarantee
That I'll be fine

No more pain (no more pain)
No more pain (no more pain)
No drama (no more drama in my life)
Noone's gonna make me hurt again

What a player fool
Go through ups and downs
Nowhere and all the time
You wouldn't be around
Or maybe I like the stress
Cause I was young and restless
But there was long ago
I don't wanna cry no more

No more pain (no more pain)
No more game (no more game messin with my mind)
No drama (no more drama in my life)
Nooone's gonna make me hurt again
No more tears (no more tears, I'm tired of cryin everynight)
No more fears (no more fears, I really don't wanna cry)
No drama (no more drama in my life)
I don't ever wanna hurt again

Wanna speak my mind, wanna speak my mind

Uh, it feel so good
When you let go
Avoid these drama in your life
Now you're free from all the pain
Free from all the game
Free from all the stress
So bye your happiness
I don't know
Only God knows where the story is
For me, but I know where the story begins
It's up to us to choose
Whatever we win or loose
And I choose to win
i don't need you in my life. I'll get up on my own- I'll shine

No more pain (no more pain)
No more game (tired of your playin' game with my mind)
No drama (no more drama in my life)
No more, no more, No more, no more
No more tears (no more tears, no more cryin every night)
No more fears (no more waking be up in the morning)
No drama, no more in my life

No more drama, no more drama
No more drama, no more drama
NO MORE DRAMA
NO MORE DRAMA
NO MORE DRAMA
NO MORE DRAMA
NO MORE DRAMA
No more drama in my life
So tired, tired of these drama

So yes, that is my so called tribute to her, 'cause for one thing, she's seriously underpaid in terms f sensitivity. I just got back home, so i'm going to take a shower before continuing, but this is just one way to show dear Genn she is loved. By many people. you don't need them around, you got us. Love ya-

2006-08-19T23:27:00.000+08:00

you know how sad it is when your life revolves around this one person? Its like closing off all your options, and never being able to see how it is like to have choices anymore. I mean i look at the people around me and i see what- commitment? this si NUTS. I can't do this- i'm not even seventeen yet- i can't even drive!

Heck, i can't even manage my own POSB account without overspending.

Everywhere, people have someone they love. And step by step, i think these people are drifting away from me. I'm sure it isn't me. I've just been here. But the rest?

We have our own lives. But does my life not include you all anymore? I have a sick feeling to my stomach. Sooner or later- our lives will split. And along with that, or friendship and anything that came with it...

Goodbye.

2006-08-02T23:54:00.000+08:00

First- a large, big, big shout out to those people who have been by me for more i can remember- online or otherwise as i continue to search for my Talent.

Lars- you told me i was amazing and that i could do whatever i wanted to do, you thought me everything i know about graphic design, and everything i can do, you do it a million times better.- thankyou
Heather- you hugged me when i was upset, and told me i was the coolest girl on planet earth.
Irene- you're the best, when i was ill and dying, you were the one who wanted to fly to singapore to see me.
Anna- ANNA BANANA! In drama you told me i was good, i was animated- I proved you wrong.
Sam- You told me I could write- no i can't, my standard is nothing compared to what i am seeing now.

I love all of you to bits, and I really wish you all were right. Tonight's rhs clearly proved that i am neither that good, or irreplaceable.

My parents have also made it clear that since drama is making me not eat, sleep, rest, and I'm home after midnight everynight, I should quit it by tomorrow. and thus be able to concentrate on my studies. They want me to give up the thing i look forward to most everyweek.

i know i should be doing socpsy now, but i have simply no mood. It's 12 am sharp and i am dead on my feet.
why?
1. my voice is going,
2. I'm running a fever already
3. i'm having gastric- but i dont feel like eating.
4. i just had an uber row with my mom about drama.
5. i am DEAD tired, and i look like crap.

thus due to all above reasons, i am not attending school tomorrow. i hate my life.

2006-07-20T07:53:00.000+08:00

Many people have asked so far,
what i say at night to God.
I tilt my head and think for a while,
then I start to say.
I talk to God about everything,
I ask and I tell,
And sometimes, miraculously, i sing.

It's bits and pieces and nothing important,
but somehow i feel he'd like to know.
About the things that go on in life,
my choices and decisions,
my problems and my solutions.

About how my friends are hurt,
and to please, please help them,
About how my sister is annoying,
and to please, please quiet her.
About how i think i'm wrong,
and how to change,
about how i think i'm not perfect,
And then he tells me, no-
I'm a princess if i believe i am.

About how i've stopped writing,
because what I write hurt people,
about how i've stopped writing,
because my words were getting meaningless.
And so.
I talk.
I speak, I ask, miraculously I sing,
I clasp my hands and I pray,
I promise 'cause i can't swear,
That I'll do as he says,
but i know he wouldn't help me,
if first i don't help myself.

And so when i say i pray i really do,
I ask for help and guidance,
for a sign and just for solace.
life gets hectic, i need that five minutes,
as I talk to God, I sort out my feelings,
Priorities.
Of how some things are more important,
i take that short moment,
just to relax and speak my peace,
and usually by next morning,
I'll feel,
Loved.

2006-07-19T16:34:00.000+08:00

Good evening people. I suppose it is yet another day to the Life of Kristie Michelle Chiew. Hello and goodbye.

Okay. I'm totally kidding. But just today, i was thinking of funerals more specifically, who would come to my funeral. Okay, I'm not in depression, but there was once a guy who held a fake funeral just to see who cared enough to attend. First off, lets look at my funeral plan. People plan weddings, i've planned my wedding, so why can't i plan my funeral?

First, i'm going to have nice music. No sad songs, or disney classics, ( i love disney classics, but there's a time for everything). Everyone has to wear something pink. And i'm going to serve sushi. Or rather, it'd be in my will. I'll also have a bartender. I want people to celebrate me being gone. Not be sad and stuff. And i'm going to take a uber cool funeral picture. i'm going to have a blonde wig and have it like like Marilyn Monroe's picture. Hah.

I'd have cake for everyone to bring home. Nice strawberry and cream cake. With real strawberries. Then afterwards, there'd be soda and alcohol. Oh boy, i'm not forgetting the kids- i remember the time when i was still young and had to be stuck with orange juice that my mum claims looks like champagne. The lease i can do is give them the bubbling zapple. :)

So there, but it wouldn't be fun if no one came.

Who would come?

* * *

A follow-up to my eating habits, which seems to be the talk of the town among family and close friends, i repeat, i am not having an eating disorder. Definately not. unfortunately everyone- and i mean everyone disagrees. So what am i going to do? I am going to eat. But. i am not going to gain weight. I am also Not excercising. Swimming discounted. Go Figure.

2006-07-18T23:41:00.000+08:00

what is it like to be skinny? to be stick thin? I admit, i want to be skinny. I want to be stick thin. I want to be accepted into the society that we live in- the same society that discriminates against everything " out of the norm". Example you might ask? Homosexuality, minority races, people wo make mistakes, jailbirds, smokers, alcoholics, drunk drivers, sluts/whores/bitches, bastards, orphans, kids from broken families- is that enough?

take a look at that long list, you might think that " no. we don't discriminate against orphans, we sympatise with them!"

You're wrong. As long as you treat them differently for any reason, you outcast them from our world. Our world doesn't see pity as a morally good form of expressionl. It sees it as a form of arrogance- why? BECAUSE PEOPLE WHO HAVE SCREWED UP PERSPECTIVES HAVE SCREWED UP MINDS!

why do people have to do this? to force others to be who they're not?

Its a way of life. If there are no homosexuals, there'd be no straights. If there were no drunks, why would there be sober people? If there were no minority groups, where do the major races come in? Life is about balance. Where there's no Ying, there can be no Yang. But those aren't important. What's important is what you can do, and what you cannot do...

* * *

I didn't eat again tonight. This i suppose is my way of telling the world and everyone else that i am gaining weight. And fast. I feel bloated half the time, and the other half the time, i just feel like gagging. I am not suffering from an eating disorder, i just don't like food. I eat, i try, of course i do. I know what i need to do to ensure i survive. but you know what- whatever. I dont have the mood to care.

2006-07-17T21:50:00.000+08:00

You're right. You're completely right.

What happened? What changed? What happened to the old, what happened to the fun- what happened to the endorphins and in Captain Jack Sparrow's words, " What happened to the RUM?"

People fall in love. That's what. I don't condemn lovers, seeing as i am one of the accused category, but neither do i openly encourage fondling in public. Love, marriage, attachment. They've all been exchanged for the things we love most. Don't you see it? Fun, Laughter, the willingness to compromise, the life- the want to actually have friends.

I won't give all that up because of love. Are you even sure THAT's love?! That thing doesn't deserve you. By rumors, you're sweet, charming and all things good, not that i believe it, but if rumors are true, then even more so that creature does not deserve you. I'm amazed and a little disappointed. Why are you throwing your life away? It's going to be a black mark- a hole in your pocket. Anything and everything gross, bad and disgusting.

Why darling dawn. Why can't you see the light?

2006-07-12T22:26:00.000+08:00

As i close my eyes at night to sleep,
i can't help but hear you weep.
Far away in broken arms,
I plead you do not come to harm.
But even at night i kneel to pray,
I hear the words, i hear you say,
" Please don't do this, give me a chance,
Let me take that hand,
Just one last dance."

Across the Ballroom, i see her feet,
Those small feet, so small, so neat.
Her long hair cascades down her back,
I know you wish, you were on the Lido Deck.
And she was in nothing, nothing at all,
So you could hold her, how sweet, how small.
And then she reaches your place,
and you take that hand,
Swirling her, twirling her space.

Her eyes shine, aquamarine blue,
I know you think- it's a beautiful hue.
Her hands are dainty, nails so polished,
If only you had her, displayed with a flourish.
The tilt of your head acknowleges her laugh,
a throaty, sultry, chuckle, not light, not tough.
But when she sings, oh darling, she sings,
Her voice dances with her mind and her thoughts,
You just want to offer a Diamond Ring.

Her life melded in yours is just so perfect,
absent of any obvious defect.
Of course you don't see, you never do.
So it's up to me to tell you.
When she sings, her voice is Charm,
But when she talks, she's out to harm.
When she dances, her hands are light.
turning with ease, and beauty release,
But she scratches when it's dark, at night.

Be Careful, I tell you, dear friend of mine,
She's neither beauty, simplicity, or divine.
She's a mesh of all that we hate,
a pretender, a turn of fate.
For those who are true, we turn to trust,
these kind of liars, lure for lust.
And that's why, my friend, i tell you her past.
For your one night of romance,
may as well be your last.

inspired-Tyne

2006-07-02T18:22:00.001+08:00

In an effort to have a more mature email address, all those who care, please add me at forever.tyne@hotmail.com.

I've made a major decision. In order to keep my handphone bills down, email shall be my promary source of communication ( as if.) but whatever. New email! Take note!

kiss me sexay.

CIRCUSES.

hide me now.

Happy Birthday Princess

Define it.

I'm vulnerable now.

My LOVE.

I feel loved when...

The Five Love Languages

My Primary Love Languages are probably Physical Touch and Receiving Gifts

About this quiz

Driving Insanity!

Ouchie. I made a boo boo.

Every had that feeling.

At the end of the rainbow?

Bedrest, day four.

Pain in the back. Literally.

"Lead me to the cross"

Keep your silence and thus keep the peace.

Puffiness

STOP STARING AT ME.

my darlings.

Today's Power Pep Talk

I'm saying it now.

OMIGAWSHHHH.

And I wonder..

What's wrong with me.

Getting me through the days

PICTURES!

Can't help that.

CONGRATULATIONS

EIGHTEEN YEARS AND RUNNING.

hiiii.

Something blue?

Hello <3

guess who's back?

being nice =)

What happened?

When the early morning blues...

WHOO

To be Born Again

coco lee. <3

After a while...

And Chinese, my love

Whenever I think..

Mr. Perfect.

Turnips are smart.

SCARED, SCARED, SCARED of DARK.

Toilets, I appreciate you.

When you're supposed to be doing something else..

The only way to spend a bus ride.

The only way to spend a bus ride.

Darn. Crap.

BOOOYAH.

When it really hurts.

My Ideal House.

Why in the world do they stare....

)(*&^%$#@#$%^&*()_

The Best way to Spend the weekend..

It's time.. to be BITCHY.

PICTURES!!!!!!!

How my Life is a Stage.

My sister makes new friends.

The Best Christmas Presents

Getting Lost on Main Street.

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