Yeehar!

HANOSH!

Okay first of all, those of you who'll get offended by my drawing, leave this page at once.

Bye!

Anyway, after some badminton today I decided to draw. Four hours and a Copic marker later, this is the result. It's inspired by a Banksy drawing, by the way.

Tomorrow I'm playing table tennis with Fatty and some people. Wuhoo!

I'm seriously loving the post-exams holiday. But I still can't really get over the I-don't-have-to-rush-because-I-have-all-the-time-I-want-to-do-my-stuff syndrome.

Like just yesterday I bathed early and for once I left my house earlier because I couldn't take the sit around and do nothing feeling. Hnn.

Miss my Tracy Lee!

Okay shall end here.

Level of trust = ZERO.

Hanosh!

Exams are over and I'm lovin' it.

I love doing things leisurely without any fear of not having enough time to finish the chapter. I love being able to smell Ernie and hug Bert and trying to zut my mom's neneh without time limit :))

Today is Family Day and when my eldest sister saw the photo booth function on my laptop, she wanted to try it out. HAHA.

Anyway, on Friday I was supposed to meet Fatty and after the movie I was going to bring him to the Laurent Bernard's shop at Clarke Quay, or something.

I don't know where is it exactly, in terms of location name, but I remembered how to go there. The previous times I went there was because Tracy's sister and her boyfriend brought us there for dessert :)) YUM.

So I told Fatty it's at Boat Quay. And I remembered there's an underpass and it's near the place where people flew those lighted up model planes thing in this field.

Fatty was exasperated and said there's so many underpasses in Boat Quay area and the field is at Clarke Quay! So I made him walk freaking far again, and made him sweat like a pig. HAHAHAHA.

What. At least I help him lose some weight in the form of water k. Tsk.

Tracy's got Chicken Pox. So poor thing :((
Want to visit her but I'm very traumatized by my 2-week fling with Chicken Pox in 2005 and my mom kept saying that her colleague like got it 4 or 5 times. I mean! Shouldn't her colleague's face be riddled with chicken pox scars by now??

Shall visit her soon though :)

FREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My sister: Why you keep farting!?

Me: To let you smell.



LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL.

1 MORE DAY!!!!!!!!!!!

1 MORE DAY!

1 MORE DAY!!

1 MORE DAY!!!

Ernie flapping hands = an orange Condor

I'm freaking sick of studying.
Study study study. Reach home from school study, wake up eat then study. Bathe then study. Come home from school after exam study. Cannot watch television in peace because need to study. Have nightmares in my sleep because of studying. Cannot bear to think about the freedom in 2 days because there's still the need to study. TSK.

22+ over days of non-stop studying.

Whoever who found the testing method should get crapped all over.

Might be going Gold Coast in May. Maaaaaaybe only. Might have to pay for the tour fees myself. Need to find work. Still need to find a way to pay for my driving money.

Might need to...sell my body (if got men/women want), steal, beg, extort, demand, pray, pickpocket, snatch, commit fraud, lie, grow a money tree/plant, rob, gamble, kill, murder, assassinate...

My parents are going China next month with my relatives.
WUHOO! 8 days of going out til' very late without no one knowing, maybe except for my sister, but still..

Anyway, I don't understand why must they go China for holiday. I strongly recommend everyone to never set foot in that country.
Sorry, this is Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder talking.

Please don't shoot me, Fatty.

That day on TV there was this stupid Legend of the Condor Heroes show showing or something. I was asking my mom, why white condor? (If you translate directly from Chinese)
And I had a great idea. And nowadays my great ideas tend to involve zutting nenehs.

"Mommy, do you want to see an orange condor?"

I was showing my mom how Ernie was a condor with hands as wings and she was laughing, so I took the opportunity and made Ernie dive into her neneh. YEEHAR!!!

And my mom and I saw this advertisement about some show called The Human Spirit, I think, that was about this woman with only half a body. My mom was asking me, how to have baby? How to live??

I told her to ask Ernie.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

I think. There's an overload of info in my mind right now. I sound a bit crazy.

Rainbows and Outliers.

Have I ever told you about the time when Fatty made a rainbow for me at night?
Well, it went something like this...

It was after training and as usual, the rugby people trained til freaking late, like 6+, 7-ish already and my team mates and I were already changed and clean. We were going to the canteen to wait for the rugby guys to go for dinner and I saw that Fatty was at the grandstand, as usual with Benson and the others using the tap with the long pipe to wash their boots and erm, themselves or whatever.

Fatty was half-nekkid and he was holding on to the pipe which was actually the emergency fire hose or something, to wash his stuff. His moobs were showing, so I couldn't take it.

"Eh Fatty, your moobs damn saggy leh! Faster bathe then come and meet us, stop taking so long!"

I heard Far-east and a few of the rugby people laughing behind. I was already turning away laughing to myself then suddenly, I thought it was raining.

"Er-ah~ Come and see, I make rainbow for you.."

Stupid Fatty loves calling me Er-ah after finding out my family calls me that. TSK.

So I turned and to my horror and surprise, it wasn't raining but him pumping up the water to a very high pressure so it can squirt freaking high and far. Just to aim me..
Anyway, the basketball court lights were still on and the courts were upstairs so from our view point we could clearly see the rainbow it formed! SO NICE! Except that I was quite wet.

I flung my shoe bag at him and admired the view. The canoeing people were staring at the rainbow Fatty made too, haha.

Anyway, I think I'll fail HP200. Omg, I seriously suck at stats. I think it may be due to self-fulfilling prophecy, but still..
The first question was asking to test whether there's any significant difference between the past records of Uni students drinking and now. Supposedly, we should use chi-square test, or something. Guess what I did.

I drew a graph plotting the past and present scores, and explained the difference! Not bad right..

I just blanked out!
I mean, isn't it the same? Draw graph versus using mathematical formula, but still showing difference. Same mah!!!

Please Prof Ho, can't you pity me and like give me sympathy and aesthetics marks for my beautifully drawn graph? Plus, a creative and common-sensical way to answer your question??

Actually, if it were up to me and I see someone doing this on the paper I spent hours to set and spell-check, I'll fail her straightaway. Ugh.

Matching Curtains and Drapes.

YEEHAR!


My mom went to find out if WTS at Lot 1 has free slots for my family to go Genting next month and she saw some bras and undies on sale.

Which was like at $10!

PER SET!

HELLO!?

1 set of bra and undie = $10 you know! Got such good deal!? And the quality not bad some more.
Maybe its so cheap because like maybe it's made in China and the cotton used was stolen from the hospital where the doctors used it to dab the wounds of emergency room patients!?? The horror! You never know.

But what I'm happy to announce now is, my curtains finally match my drapes :))

(d)evolution

So maybe we're not so different.

Except maybe for him building up a nation from almost nothing and me being subjective in art.

In case you're wondering, I didn't lose my front teeth.

I was eating KoKo Krunch during break and Fatty was begging me to take a photo.

At first he asked me to tilt my head slightly, and I was thinking why the hell is he so troublesome.

So I snatched his phone and saw the photo template border thing, and he chose this ape one for me. Damn sweet of him right.

Then I chewed the remaining contents of my cereal and put it at my front teeth. Now you better not say why I always post unglam photos of other people okay!

Anyway, that's my dad using the laptop and singing. And judging from the very "back-friendly" way he's sitting, you'd think he wouldn't complain of back pains.
By the way, you should be very glad I didn't upload the recording of him singing that I did this afternoon.

Yesterday afternoon I was camping out outside the master bedroom's bathroom waiting for my mom to finish bathing. After a few minutes the door opened and my mom bestowed me with her glorifying nekkid body and a shocked face.
That started a war between my mom, Ernie and me.

WUHOO!

Moles and Bowls.

I suddenly remembered about this incident in PJ in year 2. This fatty ate finish his bowl of porridge and left for his higher Chinese class. (He's supposed to be vegetarian on Mondays but I sneakily added in the disgusting char siew in the bowl when he wasn't looking)

I was innocently sitting at the rugby table doing my maths homework when I felt this looming presence and a red pail over my back.

"Ni chi wan le bu yao ba ni de wan fang jing na ge tong!!!!"
(You eat finish already, never put your bowl in the dirty dish pail!)

I looked up in horror and there was Auntie Moley and her huge dimpled mole above her upper lips was trembling with anger.
Everyone sitting around the rugby area was staring and I could have sworn I heard that Deya trying to hide his laughter with the other rugby people sitting behind me -_-

"It's not me okay!"

"You don't bluff! Not you then why is it near you?!"

"Shut up la."

I packed my homework and I saw Fatty still at the study area talking to our classmate.

"Stupid Fatty!! Auntie Moley scolded me because of your bowl!"

Fatty turned and looked from the bowl, to me and then to angry Auntie Moley and he ran away! TSK. Some cousin.
But I went to chase after him and whack him with my huge gym bag.

For the next few days, I tormented him by jabbing him in the ribs while he was sleeping in class and he retaliated with strangling me, sometimes.

For the non-PJ people reading this, Auntie Moley is the infamous cleaner that lurks around trying to catch people in the act of not putting their bowls in the dish-bin and like to shock the guys using the canteen toilet by storming in with the door wide open while they're peeing.

Ask any of your friends from PJ and there's sure to be more stories of her.

I suddenly miss Walter and our competition of taking each other's photo when we sleep in class. Hmm.

Fatty left for China yesterday, he'll be staying there for about a week :(

Kiss Kiss.

Hola!

Oral went fine. Last day of school and Spanish class.

Although I'm not very close to the rest of my classmates but they're quite nice people. Except that they spoil the market by giving freaking good oral conversations.

There's a group that even brought ppt slides and papers for us, the audience. TSK.

On the whole, my tutor wore this sexy floral camiseria that was matched with white jeans that totally showed off her figure! I mean, not everybody can pull off a floral top.

And I accidentally broke one of my classmate's wineglass by failing the slim-test as I was trying to squeeze away from the photo-taking crowd to leave the class. They were using the wineglass during the oral can!?

I felt really bad. And what made it even worse was that it's not her wineglass. I offered to pay her though. Sorry :(((

And I found out this guy from my public policy class from last sem is staying in the block behind mine! OMG, we met on the bus from NTU and it was a hi and bye thing. And when I was walking home, he tapped my shoulder and we started talking. Turns out he's graduating this sem.

Now that he knows where I live, I'm feeling a bit self-conscious. He even said, "Now go bathe come out must wear clothes ah."

OMG! How did he know I. Okay nevermind. It's just paranoia.

RIGHT?! RIGHT?!!!

Fatty :)

I'm trying hard not to think about it. About exams ending in a few week's time. On the 24th of April. At 11.30am on the 24th of April. Of having to rush finish my driving before the 1 year membership run out because I don't want to pay another $7++ for every extra month I need to finish the lessons. Of having to find work. Of being able to smell Ernie's dirty smell and hugging Bert all day. And having a war with my mom over zutting her neneh.

Sounds so soon but yet..ugh. Okay no complaining.

I heard one of my classmate's going to Germany next sem for some exchange program. Criteria? GPA 3.6 and above. I want! No hope for this sem though.

Everyday after reaching home I have to start straight on HP202. I still have 4 chaps left. Times 3 hrs equals to 12 hrs of studying.

IT'S NOT A LOT!!

Come on, help me here. And I still have HP200, my darling, dear dreaded stats mod, that I haven't touched. AT ALL.

No more talking online, no more having naps, no more luxury The Price is Right. Sorry if I don't reply you online or whatever, nowadays I'm only online for project meetings or to check my mail and log out.

No time no time no time. So stop blogging.

I'm quite irritated. Turned out that the HP202 presentation today didn't need to have a written report. And my group and I slogged over the 10++ over pages for the stupid report!

I mean, hello!? I know my tutor's supposed to be from China so maybe her English isn't very good, but what part of ppt slides handout = a written report!?

So we did it for nothing.

And people, people, people.

Most of the times I know what people is thinking even if the other party think I don't, I guess it's just whether I choose to do anything about it or not. I hate working with people I don't know and I hate people that talks a lot about others when they don't even know what's wrong with themselves. Sometimes I just think humans are freaking predictable.

Not that I'm any better.

I miss PJ. A lot.
The 'simplicity' of life. And it's ironic because the A's period was quite bad, but I don't know, had a lot of fun in my J2 year. I miss Fatty. That night I was lying in bed at night and I couldn't sleep. I watched some videos I saved on my handphone from long ago and one had this last-day-of-the-school-year video of Fatty and I. I almost teared.

FROM LAUGHING.

I mean, how can I hide someone's shoe under the OHP machine and make it get riddled with cobwebs and the person still not get angry? And who can I squat with at the miniscule pond in PJ and try to use our hands to catch guppies in the dark green water? Who can I sing the Loving You song and making the banshee sound with in class?

Who can I meow and act innocent with and help me lead Mr Tong to think it's a black cat outside the class? Who can I play basketball with freaking roughly and scratching his back until the skin gets under my fingernails? Who can I insult with on his nationality and still get patience? Who can I debate about the environment with and truly make him see the 'light' after one year during 3 hours of our break-time? Who can solve math problems at the flick of his hands and teach me when I'm breaking pencils over it?

Or or..who could have helped me through the time after a bad breakup by still being so irritating? Who could I sit with at the rugby table and scare Wafa out with with my animal porn stories? Who would watch the Phantom of the Opera musical with me when he don't even understand a thing about it and pay for it? (Sorry I haven't paid you yet!) Who would share a plate of chicken rice and get more rice by flirting with the auntie for us? Or thinking dirty thoughts when I'm eating the stick of fishcake and spreading the chilli up and down? Or hitting the school's vending machine to steal the change? Or snatch the handicap toilet with me??!

Ahh. JC days are the days of our lives. If you had the right people to share it with you.

Thank you, Fatty :)

Pepper Prank.

After basking in the wake of this Indian guy's fragrance at the bus stop, Dian and I faced this Sleeping Beauty in the train.

And I'm glad to say that after these few weeks of torture the cactus I bought faced, through harsh re-potting, being swung around in a plastic bag and over-watering, the cactus still looks like it's a survivor.

I've sworn off going out/meeting with friends since last week until the end of exams. Studying is my life now. Ugh.

Today's Spanish listening consisted of 5 true/false questions and a whole lot of Spanish motormouths on the radio. Die.

Tomorrow, presentation.

Thursday, Spanish Oral.

Next Friday, the dreaded exams.

How I love my life.

It's getting hot in here.

Ever wondered what kind of women director Michael Bay might be into?

Answer = Hot women with dark hair and exotic features.

I almost mistook Odette Yustman(who acted in The Unborn, also directed by Michael Bay) to be Megan Fox.
Don't come and say, "NO!!!!! SO NOT CAN!?", because apparently my sisters thought it was her too.

Ever wondered what kind of women Tan Wen Er might be into?

Answer = Hot women who resemble Megan Fox. Slurp.


Hyperventilate.

Smells' tells.

I bought my sister a cactus for her birthday present and Fatty was swinging the bag that held my cactus around and all the soil came out! I'm praying that what we've learnt about cactus being very hardy can survive the night of torture Fatty put it through.

And yesterday I was walking very fast to not miss the train and when I reached the platform the train had just arrived. I had more than enough time to go in but when I saw a lot of people looking at me, my heart beat very fast and I froze and turned away from the door and I didn't get on! Even when it's after 5 seconds that the doors closed! I seriously should solve this phobia.

Mind over mind. Or rather, will over mind.

After I got on the next train, I saw a seat available next to this erm, dirty-looking foreign worker and this Indian couple. I walked to the seat and before my golden ass touched the seat, this irritating Indian girl (Who was the couple's daughter) ran and put her hands on the chair!

Omg. I think it's quite rude. How would I know it's her seat when she's not seating on it but doing some odd pole-dance on the pole!? Then nevermind. I got a bit annoyed and I thought to myself, "Stupid Twerp."

The horrible thing was, I didn't just think it, I said it out loud. Maybe because I was listening to my Ipod and I made the mistake or my subconscious was trying to make it known to the couple and well, they heard it and they stared at me! I quickly walked to the next cabin. Anyway, after that I actually saw the kid sitting her perky ass on the chair and after a while she got up again to do her pole-dance thing. TSK.

It doesn't help that I was remembering how someone told me in the past that he found all kids cute except Indian kids. And the look that kid gave me did not improve the situation. I hate kids. And it also doesn't help that many Indians have that unique smell they attribute to olive oil or something. In Psychology we learn something like the faster a person learns to habituate to something, the more intelligent they are likely to be.

So, does it mean that Indians are very smart judging from the rate/ease they habituate to erm, smells? I'm not being racist. I'm just, pondering out loud again. And trying to apply what I've learnt.

Or even other people that have body odour. It must be such a strong will and mental state to habituate to their own smell.

Okay, from now on, no more going out. Operation Mugging shall be taking over my life.