encounters of the ang moh kind

oh wow. papers. yesterday was literature paper 4. frantically trying to flip through the book. i have to read the book in greater depth again. oh literature. guess what? i've been talking to some people and i just realised. i've got a killer combo. maybe that's why i'm the only person taking that h2h1 combo. ouh. haha.


really worried about my maths. i've lost that confidence i once had. maybe the confidence only comes with my tutor. i've never had this feeling of hopelessness in maths. never has it happened that 2 minutes before the end i'm still rushing through my paper. ohmygod. i feel like crying and everything right now. maybe i want to re-take my tutor. maybe.. i'm still pondering and i need to discuss with my parents first.


you must be wondering about the title. the phone vibrated. checked the caller and i saw a number that i've never seen before. +44 area code. definitely foreign. the maid convinced me to answer the call.


me - "hello?"
angmoh man - "yes, hello. i'm looking for philip/phillip from pso, please."
me - "i'm sorry. i think you've got the wrong number."
angmoh man - "oh, really? you do have very good english, thank you for that."
me - "haha. thank you and you're welcome? but erm, there's no philip/phillip here."
angmoh man - "you see, i'm looking for a philip/phillip from ________ shipping. and you're obviously not him, i can tell. i'm so sorry to have disturbed you"
me - "oh, no problem. it's okay..." (voice trails off)
angmoh man - " goodbye then."
me - "erm... goodbye."


i was left perpetually dazed. hoho. and i just checked. +44 is from london. my first full conversation, even if unintentional, with a mat salleh angmoh man and it's long-distance.

indigo skies ahead. no sandcastles for me.

was really a bit of a shocker this morning. there was no one on the train. only 1 guy and me boarded the last carriage. funky chickens. history paper killed my right hand. like totally. braindead bloody hell.


and i'm so friggin sad that i have to miss my sandcastles this saturday. because there's friendly. i realise i'm going to miss a lot of the camp due to floorball. nonetheless i hope my client and i will make the most of it. boo-hoo-hoo. i know there's definitely disappointment from yew chong and rachel because of this. BUT IT'S NOT MY FAULT!!!


heart flutters but you were not there.

iche heise super fantastische

yay! my german boys are the first team through to the quarter finals. the beautiful striking partnership of podolski and klose are the epitome of german perfection and drive. and to their critics out there who say that klinsman is boring, take a long, HARD look at erikkson and them english players. i've been falling asleep throughout their matches, and it was not due to the time being played. hell.


chopped my hair again. it'e neater but i decided to keep my fringe. i want to give the fringe a chance to grow out before i cut it again and to ensure myself that it does not look weird everytime i cut it.


friendly yesterday against tp. we won 5-6. played for a fer minutes. becuase found out last minute that it was 5-a-side, not 4. so from substitute to being the last line. shit happens. deal with it. another friendly with sp next sunday. so have to leave y-camp early. boo-hoo. but checked with yew chong and said it was fine if need be. had lunch at ljs and rushed to woodlands civic centre for pw meeting. for once we were really constructive.


i'm off now. i heart ______________. you go figure it out.

i no longer know. i'm no longer aware

i've waited for 2 years. and i'm still waiting. can you realise how stupid this makes me feel sometimes? i want to move forward and onward. but i guess an unfinished chapter has two directions, doesn't it? argh. sometimes i wish we had never met. that 5 years ago we had never exchanged smiles and words at all. life would've been less complicated and less like this.


i love rotimum. for the moment, i have no shining star.

sun sand sea. and a lot of fun. tired now

two days of total giggles laughter and just plain hilarity. went for the y-camp volunteer training camp. it was really cool. was going out to orchard when yew chong called me. he wanted me to come down to st gabriel's sec for the camp. wanted to stay overnight but they didn't have any spare room for me. so after eating lunch at ramen ten and shopping for a while, went down to the school to meet yew chong there. ahaks. only stayed for one of the team-building activites. was assigned to camp SPUNK. haha. with SMU students, along with the st gabriel students and one NUS guy named marc who is super crappy and easy to bully. so made friends with rachel, jaclyn, tracy, fortuna, FORD!!!!, yi han, qin lei, amanda and shirley. ford is really funny. rachel is super sweet. yea. haha. couldn't stay long. water activites+jeans= equation to disaster. eeps. so went home and decided to come back today.


today was really really early. had a chat with yew chong. he is seriously disillusioned. i feel weird around him now. haha. spent the morning doing games with the other camp spunk-ers. i like yi han and bullying marc. marc is super crappy lamer number 1.and we are super enthu people. haha. thanks to ford. loll. met feng yi. she's nice. yea. went to east coast to do the sand castle thing. had lunch first though. shared cab with rachel and feng yi. and marc is really freaking shit damn hilarious lah. he wanted to got toilet and we told him to go one big round. he attempted to go through the ladies' toilet to get to the other side. so everyone was shouting telling him that his was going into the ladies and he still wanted to go in. only when he came back out did he realise his stupidity. and ohmygod everyone stared at him doing something really dumb and potentially might get him in trouble with the law. haha.


buliding the sandcastle is really hard. we got quite frustrated a few times when it collapsed. but we pulled through. shall put the pics up when i'm done uploading for the camp. whee. walked home with daniel and simon, the st gab boys, and also qin lei. took 43 with daniel. he's supposed to show me when to get off but the poor fella fell asleep but i managed to find my way to paya lebar. had dinner with my family came back feeling completely shagged. the effects of happiness.

listen to - Sergio Mendes' "Mas Que Nada" ft Black Eyed Peas

i like bossa nova. for the moment. because i like the groove. escpecially the abovementioned song. the piano part is simplistic, yet heavenly. ouh it sends shivers up and down my spine.


went for SHINE briefing at national library just now. haha. i found the place in like, 2 minutes. and it was like a 5 minute walk from bugis mrt station. and my sister was telling me to take 66 then change. it'll take like forever like that. haha. since i had time to kill. i sauntered into bugis street to check out the merch they have. nice tees. i like. then crossed to bugis junction to get my long-awaited frappucino. instead of rhumba they now have java chip, which is stronger, i heard. sad. no more rhumba. which sounds nicer, rhumba or java chip? so changed to mocha frappucino and strolled, or attempted to with my long legs, around bugis junction. bought 2 bangles for $5 at one of the stalls and walked very slowly to the library, which was just beside the shopping centre.


reached the central lending area, realised that the room wasn't open. so walked about the floor at the creative arts section, attempting to find books on dada, post-modernist and constructivism art. of course there were the usual minahs who were giggling, no sniggering, super loudly. (my mp3 player was at volume 30 i could still hear them) and they were acting like they were pretty smart taking random books and laughing at the paintings inside. oh please grow up, will you? don't dress like some kakak2 and laugh childishly when you look at nude impressionist works. oh god. what a disgrace. but of course i was outnumbered and all i could do was give them that condescending look and sideways glare which sent them far far away from me. ecuador just won 3-0 against costa rica. costa rica is definitely out since they lost the opening match against germany 4-2. yay germany!


digressions aside. the brefing was okay. it was quite cold. they attempted to entertain us while we waited by playing some songs. but they aren't tech-savvy. i was disappointed. they had ff's the fallen and hard-fi's hard to beat lined up. boo-hoo. signed up for 3 of the events, including a camp. whee.. after that walked around the library and borrowed 2 bulgakov books. yay bulgakov! shockingly, no bukowski was in sight and i only met with one brookmyre book, the first one that got me hooked. hehe. saw someone who looked like a guy i once knew. felt tears stinging.


boo you.

i'm so off. yes. yesterday watched the drew carey green screen show. it's really funny. its about improv. so funny. i love jeff davis. he's hot fast and funny.


had training today. self-training for 7 girls?! learnt formations and speed games. god i was out of shape. hoho. mac breakfast was reacting. ugh. got hit by the ball into the inner right thigh. damn that hurt like shit. but my ankle was hurting again. not good. if it worsens i may go to the doctor. maybe. haha. went to civic centre mac to eat lunch and got freaked out by a man talking to himself. i was really scared of him and prepared the red stick in case of battle. the manager eventually got him to leave only after he called the police. ouh the drama. i've never been so terrified in my life except when i walked through a town in perth after a shooting. ugh i hate scary people. i'm terrified of what they're capable of.


i want you, to take me out.

luck lucky you're so lucky

i like reading the Guardian newspaper. especially alex kapranos' articles n fridays about his eating adventures. they're so lively and interesting. and the way he describes every experience is insightful. well, i can't wait for his book to come out. and andy knowles will illustrate the book. if you get the chance to read the news articles (check them out at Guardian Unlimited website) do read the one he wrote about exacting revenge on the Singapore hotel, aptly titled, Fast Food Revenge. it's really funny. but not a very good spelling of the Singaporean food.


and the judges of singapore idol (except ja) actually do make sense. so please, people, accept their comments. their comments won't even affect your votes, right, because you'll keep voting for them no matter how terribly the judges say the "idols" sing. and if they're already called "idols", the term Singapore Idol has become redundant, then. and please, pick an identity that suits you. don't be identity-confused and be hiphop, punk, emo and jap at the same time. ugh.

foolish games

sometimes i feel really dumb and so out-of-place when the most obvious thing is directly in front of me. i want to forget someone. but i just can't. i feel like a train wreck waiting to happen when i ponder about my past stupidities. ugh. it's ugly.


anyway, watched Cars with the sister today. i like, no love and adore fast cars. especially, like luigi and guido, ferraris. ouh i can see the twinkle in you lots' eyes. seriously. they're like the most beautiful things to look at, cars. i can go from showroom to showroom and not get bored. i can't wait to do my own car shopping soon. yay. plus my dad keeps asking when i can get my license. yippee.

this cute cow i saw on the way home from jurong point. met my cousin. she's so prettypretty, can. and she only just found out that my brother's in new zealand. *big thoughtful grin*


call me childish but i'm starting to eat scott's emulsion again. it's nice, seriously.


how do you think he feels when he still has your picture there? maybe it's better without you.


She's not so special, so, look what you've done boy

funkily delightful

i'm really out of ideas on what to update. i don't need to go to school for lessons anymore. miss someone real bad.you don't know who you are. but you might soon. possibilities of catching up with an old friend soon. can't wait for SHINE briefing next thursday. probably taking part in CURL2006. funfunfun. plus the class is doing community work painting soon. i'm totally involved. plus it'll look nice for my nyaa. i'm not going to do it for nyaa. i just want to spend time doing something meaningful.


shitshitshit. why do i feel like i screw up everytime i talk to you? don't think i'm a retard, seriously.

you made me smile

Maneater
Make you work hard
Make you spend hard
Make you want all of her love
She's a maneater
Make you buy cars
Make you cut cords
Make you wish you'd never ever met her at all


certified addiction to the song. opened my gmail inbox and a message made me smile uncontrollably today. haha. even though it had something to do with my friendster account, it still made me smile. i'm a happy fool. ramly burger was nice yesterday. i brought in business. as per always. i want to go bintan again. funfunfun. and be random and stone and fall in the water with daniel again. funfunfun. zafirah is hyper today. hahaha. due to a breakfast of nasi lemak and my favourite malay food. yay. crap.


still thinking of you and what you said. lovesit when you're around. lost when you're not found.

listen to Nelly Furtado's "Maneater"

i dont know why but i simply love that song. and 'promiscuous'. lurve-ly. yes


yesterday went to school for chemistry lecture. and missed 3 steps while going down the staircase and twisted my ankle slightly. now my ankle is in pain. when i sit down. weird. 3 steps, girl! i don't know what was distracting me. ouh. still in pain


had a full day. lit lecture, training and history lecture after that. ouh. had self-training. but couldn't play games because the ankle didn't feel too comfortable. decided not to risk it. was starved. and my nice mummy went out of her way to buy me a mac meal and deliver it to school. yum. had ramly burger for dinner. yay-ness. fetish.


can't wait for SHINE! Festival briefing. meet new people and volunteer to do fun stuff. funfunfun. yay-ness and exuberance and happiness. hyped.


i keep thinking and the entire conversation keeps playing itself in my head like a broken record

football is like dancing

haha.. if you were at our floorball training yesterday, you'd say the same about floorball. yes we danced, line-danced with our sticks and balls to the left and right, forward and backward. yesterday was ifan. haha. i got confused and the giggles. okay, luckily not the laughing fits or people would be worried thinking i had breathing difficulties. that's how bad my laughing fits are. haha. then had to do that weird thing where you catch the ball mid-air. my chest and stomache hurt. hollow balls make good weapons with the aid of a metallic stick with a blade at the end. ugh.


had games. same team as kasim. imagine my stress. ouh. i've got aiming problems. yes. xueling stepped on my foot and i fell backwards on my right hand. it still hurts. yes. and stomache decided to react to the mocha frappucino at the oddest time. spent most of the match crouched and face contorted in the oddest way. (yes, the face is that flexible) after the 2 matches decided to crouch in a corner to soothe the hyper stomache. hurhur.


whatever, you know what i mean, yeah?

listen to: Panic! At The Disco "I write sins not tragedies"

ouh.. this week is hectic. wednesday night slept at 4am and woke up at 6. still managed to reach school on time, okay? yep. so had 2 hours. soap, marcus, dexter, samuel, leonard, delia, michelle, kristy and myself went to lunch at vista point's banquet. it was quite funny watching soap chasing marcus while the rest of us were just hysterical. ms tan was there to bear witness. funfunfun. after lunch walked back to school. soap pole-danced around the tree and was spotted by mr azahar. funfunfun. then decided to run up tellytubby hill. more fun. took pictures and acted dumb and really goon. had emergenetics profiling workshop. i'm a yellow/blue. abstract thinker and intellectually arrogant. funny man. married to soap. i've got more balls than marcus. nanoballs. haha. i'm more man. even the instructor was worried since my pie chart was really not in proportion to other females. woot. haha. my mom says i can be a university professor at this point. loll. yesterday was random.


literature lecture was boring. and had maths lecture. in the end, only 2 people went. delia and me. but mr phua still continued the lesson. delia is sadist wants to see him cry. haha. we were just giggling all the way can.


me - "mr phua why don't you just put the assignments in our class pigeon hole and i'll just collect them from there?"


mr phua - "but it's open isn't it? what if someone steals it? it is quite valuable. therefore, it's safer if i meet you personally."


but i may forget. i have training."


"never mind. it's not safe for me to just put it in your class pigeon hole. it'll probabaly be stolen."


me - ??? thinks to myself: what crap explanation did he just give me?!


bang bang you're dead

listen to: Panic! At The Disco "I write sins not tragedies"

ouh.. this week is hectic. wednesday night slept at 4am and woke up at 6. still managed to reach school on time, okay? yep. so had 2 hours. soap, marcus, dexter, samuel, leonard, delia, michelle, kristy and myself went to lunch at vista point's banquet. it was quite funny watching soap chasing marcus while the rest of us were just hysterical. ms tan was there to bear witness. funfunfun. after lunch walked back to school. soap pole-danced around the tree and was spotted by mr azahar. funfunfun. then decided to run up tellytubby hill. more fun. took pictures and acted dumb and really goon. had emergenetics profiling workshop. i'm a yellow/blue. abstract thinker and intellectually arrogant. funny man. married to soap. i've got more balls than marcus. nanoballs. haha. i'm more man. even the instructor was worried since my pie chart was really not in proportion to other females. woot. haha. my mom says i can be a university professor at this point. loll. yesterday was random.


literature lecture was boring. and had maths lecture. in the end, only 2 people went. delia and me. but mr phua still continued the lesson. delia is sadist wants to see him cry. haha. we were just giggling all the way can.


me - "mr phua why don't you just put the assignments in our class pigeon hole and i'll just collect them from there?"


mr phua - "but it's open isn't it? what if someone steals it? it is quite valuable. therefore, it's safer if i meet you personally."


but i may forget. i have training."


"never mind. it's not safe for me to just put it in your class pigeon hole. it'll probabaly be stolen."


me - ??? thinks to myself: what crap explanation did he just give me?!