The goth, the herbovire, and the stupid.

If you knew me well enough, you'd also know very well that I'm a carnivore.

A few days ago, I was tortured by being forced into consuming this:

Yuck.

The story is, Kevin, Kelvin, and I got bored of studying chatting and we decided to play the classic game of Truth or Dare.

The consequence?

A night of study-cum-truth-sharing session, Kevin's nails painted black, Kelvin's arms being graffiti-ed, and me being converted into a herbivore.

The goth, the herbivore, and the stupid.

***

Had my first math quiz.

I flunked.

Real bad.

Not in the mood to talk about it.

***

I wish I had 48 hours a day instead of just 24.

***

For the past two weeks, I have been going to bed at 4-5 a.m. on average and waking up at 8 a.m..

I'm a walking zombie.

***

Last Saturday, my body took it's toll. I fell asleep at 9 p.m. and awoke at 12 p.m. the next day. My longest sleeping record ever.

***

Last night was supposed to be a study night, but we ended up watching some stupid, lame movie in Kelvin's room.

Guilt's overwhelmed me.

***

I'm now officially a Sub-committee of the Mechanical and Aerospace Engineering School Club!! Yay!!!!!

***

I'm going to study now.

Busy, busy, busy.

Of candies, camera phones, and books.

Remember a certain someone from a certain Japanese anime/movie who enchances his logical thinking and analytical skills by consuming a certain type of foodstuff high in C, H and O elements in the ratio 1:2:1 and by sitting in a certain position and handling things in a certain type of way?

That "certain person" wannabe.

That day, I failed to solve any of my Math and Physics problems.

Enhancing logical and analytical skills my ass.

Anyone want one?

The picture says it all...

http://imagesforum.doctissimo.fr/mesimages/934024/dildo_bike.jpg

Raedarling Made Easy...

Is active again!

However, I have decided that it shall be focused on more private parts of my life, hence, it's open to invited readers only.

I don't want random people gossiping about me.

If you're one of my close friends, you might be happy that you'll finally get to read about more "realistic" updates on my personal life, besides these somewhat "superficial" ones you see here.

Not that whatever I'm saying here will be untrue or exaggerated.

Just that, in Raedarling Made Easy, I shall be able to be more of myself and express myself fully without having people misunderstand me.

As they say, only your true friends understand you best.

My apologies to those who aren't invited. Do send me a message if you think I have forgotten to invite you, especially to those MGS-sians of class 2006. Miss you guys!

Psychological warfares...

As people grow up, the complications get worse and it gets harder to trust people.

For some unknown reason, people get more critical and more analytical.

I seriously don't know who to trust.

Maturity sucks.

HAppy birthday Malaysia!

Celebrated Merdeka Night last Saturday. Enjoyed myself lots. Check out my Friendster profile for photos. Too lazy to upload them here.

=)

***

I had supper at 2.30 a.m. this morning, went to bed at 5.30 a.m., and woke up again at 7.30 a.m. for my 8.30 Lab.

Spent 2.5 hours drawing this during Lab today:

It would be a waste if I didn't take a photo of my hard work.

***

Under some circumstances, Raedarling Made Easy is temporarily open to invited readers only.

Sorry for the inconvenience caused.

Shopaholic friend!

I just realised that...

Two of my bras were stolen!!!!!

Some crazy freak sex maniac!

*fumes*

And so, I went shopping today. You know, girl style. Where you wander into every shop you see, try on every piece of attire and fool around with the accessories but ending up not buying any of them.

Sounds familiar to you girls out there?

Oh, yes. Plus those occasional squeals when some cute guy or hot dress catches your eye.

Yup. I went shopping today. Girl style.

But with a guy.

For the past 18 years of my life, I have never met a member of the opposite sex who shares the girl-dominated mutual passion for shopping.

Outings to the mall with guys usually go something like this:

Rachel spots a pretty dress. Rachel goes in to try it on. The male species linger outside the shop, looking idly at their shoelaces. Rachel feels pressured by their boredom. Rachel tries to get their interest by asking their opinion on the dress. They shrug and say "up to you", which stresses Rachel out even more. In the end, Rachel gives up shopping and goes to the arcade/movies with them instead. Rachel goes home empty-handed, feeling very empty inside. She didn't buy herself any presents to bring home.

*Ahem*

Back to the point. Two of my bras were stolen, and I was hoping that I could buy some new ones this weekend.

Then, Vincent said,

"I want to go shopping for clothes this Friday."

Fancy that!

So, after class ended at 4.30 p.m., I hurried back for a bath and dinner.

Then, Vincent and I took the MRT to Vivo.

On arrival, he went straight into a boutique and began picking out clothes to try on. Wahlao that's like totally my style leh! Damn happy lor!

First time picking out outfits for a guy!

You know how girls usually try on a piece of attire and then proceeds to ask some mind-bending-harder-than-solving-complex-numbers-equations questions like "Does this look nice on me?", "Which colour do you think suits me better?", "Should I buy this dress or that (but usually ends up buying both)?" and the most dreaded "Do I look fat in this?" ?

When questions like those are posed to the female species, we are able to automatically give a long review on what we think of the outfit, and then proceed to give another long, ad libbed thesis on the evaluation of the question before proceeding to answer it. Unlike the males, we don't give lame (yes, I repeat, LAME) answers like "Up to you".

The most irritable answer possible?

"I don't know".

So not the case for Vincent.

Vincent: Are you sure you're comfortable going shopping with me?
Me: Why not?
Vincent: Coz I usually go into every shop I see and try on lots and lots of clothes.

OMG THAT'S LIKE TOTALLY MY STYLE! HOW COULD I NOT FEEL COMFORTABLE GOING SHOPPING WITH HIM?

Me: No, of course not!
Vincent: Okay ha... Later don't complain that you're bored...

Ppft. Only kids do that.

I was wandering around as he tried on some clothes in the changing room. Then, he called me over.

Vincent: Do I look good in this?

And then...

"Does M or L fit me better?"

*A long analysis from me*

"Should I get this design or that one?"

*A longer analysis...*

"This is cheaper but that looks better. Which one should i get?"

We spent 30 minutes debating over it.

"This one wear liao no body shape but that one got wor..."

Of which I agreed to, and I suggested that he try the other design.

"Which do you think suits me better?"

By that time, I was so excited about going shopping with him, my spirits were unusually high.

We tried on all of the sunglasses on display in Esprit (I thought he looked more like a blind man with dark glasses on), and we even fooled around with the head wear (in which he plopped a random cap/hat over my head - sometimes even over my eyes - while I did silly poses in front of the mirror).

After shopping for his stuff, it was my turn.

My main reason for going shopping was to buy some underwear to replace the two bras that sex maniac stole.

Although Vincent didn't exactly help me choose the bras, at least he accompanied me INTO the shop, unlike other guys who would probably just linger outside, looking into void space. And instead of saying "up to you", he actually gave comments on my choices. He even helped me pick out one with leopard print - of which I initially didn't want to buy, because it seemed pretty wild - but I bought it in the end because he persuaded me to.

LOL.

In the end, I purchased 4 bras: 1 leopard print, two zebra print, and one plain white one.

And then, we shopped some more.

He persuaded me to get some heels, but I didn't want to torture my feet so I politely declined. Though I did try them on, just to see how they would look on me.

Right now, I'm kinda regretting not buying them.

In the end, he bought a vest which cost him $84 (I think) and three pairs of socks. I bought 4 bras, two knickers, a pair of beach shorts, a key chain, and three pairs of socks.

We both went back, feeling very, very satisfied with our purchases.

I have finally found my VERY FIRST SHOPPING PARTNER in Singapore!!! Who cares that he is a guy!

Happiness abounds!!!

A few minor updates...

Went for supper last night. Went to bed at 4 a.m.. Had a hard time forcing myself up this morning for my 9.30 lecture. Went to bed again after that.

The stupid alarm woke me up 10 hours early.

Urrgh... Time for class... Damn, it's already 2.15 p.m... I guess I have to wake up.... But I'm so sleepy!! I wish I could go back to bed. Sigh. But since I'm a good student, I shall attend the lecture no matter what. I shall not let my late night life affect my studies. Eww... I seriously need a bath... Oh, well. There's no time for that now. Ehh... It's raining outside. Never mind, I have an umbrella...

WAA... Rain so heavy ar! How to go out! Some more the rain so cooling; good weather for sleeping leh. But I must go lecture coz I'm bad at Chemistry. But if I miss the lecture, still got lecture recording to watch ma. But I sure feel lazy to watch wan... But now so sleepy wor! AIYA...

SLEEP LAH!!!!

To put it in a more systematic way, I missed my 2.30 Chemistry lecture because:

1. The prospect of being able to sleep longer was more appealing than attending boring lectures.
2. I could always watch the lecture recording online later.
3. It was raining heavily outside.
4. The umbrella wouldn't be enough to keep me entirely dry.
5. The bus stop is not sheltered, so I could not take the bus.
6. It takes me 15 minutes to walk to the lecture hall.

Sigh. Now I've got to force myself to watch the lecture recording tonight. The last time I tried watching that, one hour of lecture recording took me 6 hours to finish. Blame the distractions.

***

I found a piano in Hall 3!!!!! YAY!! I can finally play the piano again!!!!

Though the piano was horribly, awfully out of tune, at least it was able to feed my piano addiction.

Not that I'm a good pianist...

***

And now, my dry clothes are piled up on my bed. I'm waiting for me to fold them and keep them nicely into my closet.

***

Stupid, stupid, stupid packed schedule.

~~

But still loving my life.

Going for a badminton game, then ball room dancing tonight.

Cheers!

I love my readers

So you guys were getting all so worked up just because of one lame blog post?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

That was just a trick to attract more people to my blog so that I could earn more money from Nuffnang.

YOU GUYS FELL FOR IT!

I knew it'd work sooner or later.

THANKS FOR ALL THE MONEY I'M EARNING!

LOVE YOU GUYS!

Some uneducated and immature people...

They're just not worth my time.

My response?

*eye roll*

MY room!

I've been feeling industrious again, so I've decided to upload some photos of my room.

For those of you in Malaysia who are wondering how I'm doing over here, take a look at my room and you'll get the idea.

My study table.

A closer look...

Stress generator. Not talking about the laptop, but the table in general.

My academic stuff...

My stuff...

Mirrors I bought from Ikea.

My bed!!!

How was my day?

Today's lab was...

Hmm...


Fun?

Interesting?

Scary?

Mostly confusing.


We spent the first hour listening to (somewhat confusing yet interesting) instructions and explanations, and spent the next two hours peering through microscopes.

The lecturer was some China guy.

Weird English accent.

Maybe if he spoke in Mandarin, I could have understood much, much, better.

He pronounced "layer" as "lee-arr".

*swt*


***


Fell asleep in Econs class today.

Literally.

***

Tutorials are killing me.

*die, die, die*

Lifestyle changes

Some of the things I have done ever since I came to Singapore:

1. Falling asleep at six in the morning.
2. Taking a shower at 3.30 in the morning.
3. Visited a friend till 12 a.m., then completed my assignments at 2 a.m..
3. Having supper at 4 in the morning.
4. Having dinner as my first meal of the day.

Will update you guys again soon. It's now 3.35 a.m., and I'm going to watch a movie/complete my tutorials while waiting for my hair to dry.

Claire Guo Jing's concert!

As the Chinese proverb says, "hao xin you hao bao". Translated, it means good people get good returns.

How true!!!

My friend gave me a ticket for Claire Guo Jing's (for those of you who don't know her, she's a Taiwanese singer) concert tonight. Then, another friend came along, asking me for my ticket because apparently, his girlfriend loves Claire very much and he wanted to bring her along to the concert. Of course, at first, i was reluctant to, but I know how happy his girlfriend would be if he got that ticket for her. So, being a nice friend, I gave my ticket to him, just so that he could make his girlfriend happy.

I tell you hor, they better not break up lor. If they break up hor, I sure let him kena teruk teruk one. I sacrificed my ticket for him leh.

Anyway, at 5 p.m., just an hour before the concert began, a friend came to me. She had an extra ticket for me!!!!

HAHA!! HAO XIN YOU HAO BAO!!!

Work!!

I have noticed that Raedarling Made Easy is sort of abandoned. Sorry, guys. You know how laziness always gets at me. I'll update it as soon as the industrious side of me returns.

***


Tutorials, tutorials, and more tutorials. Sigh. When can I ever get them done?

Stress is getting at me. Damn.

***

Physics tutorial is due tomorrow morning and I'm still not done.

*cries, cries, and cries some more before getting to work*

I thought university would never come.

Went for supper last night (or rather, this morning) - At NTU, you can expect every night to be an eventful one. Arrived back at 4 a.m. and went to bed at 6. Feeling damn groggy right now.

But that's not the main point here.

A few of us were talking about our old schooling days, and it made me wish I could go back to those days. Less to think about, less to worry about.

Reminds me of myself when I was a tiny tot.

I received my first backpack when I was four years old. My first day of kindergarten. My dad is still keeping the photo of me back then, smiling broadly in my brand new kindergarten uniform, and my red and black (yes, I can still remember the color) backpack. I still remember I loved holding onto the straps of my bag because it made me feel like a grown up kid. I remembered thinking that was how most school kids wear their bags. Or at least that was how I thought it was. I remember feeling grown up. I'm finally going to kindergarten! I'm going to hold pencils. I'm going to have homework to do. I'm going to be a busy student. It made me feel grown up. I liked that feeling.

But I still envied real school children. You know, those who wore 'real' school uniforms. Those who went to 'real' schools, and not just kindergartens.

The feeling got all the more better when I stepped into primary school. I remembered the first time putting on my school uniform. A dark blue pinafore with a white blouse inside. I felt soooooooo grown up. I remember I loved kneeling in my uniform because I loved how the blue fabric stretched across my thighs, like a tight skirt. I felt like I could finally look down on those "kindergarten kids". I remember looking at them haughtily thinking, "Hmph. I'm a school kid. I'm so much older than you."

I know that's childish. I was a child.

Then, I began to envy my cousins, because most of them were already in secondary school. I imagined them as being 'real' adults. I wished and wished I were in secondary school, because then I could act like a real grown up and do "adult stuff". I wanted to be able to hang out with my friends in shopping malls. I wanted my parents to give me more freedom. I wanted to stop being treated like a kid. I wanted to be able to write with a pen rather than a pencil. Most importantly, I loved the turquoise pinafore much more than the dark blue one. I wondered when I could finally step up to secondary school. It seemed like eons and eons away.

Later on, I began wondering where people went to after secondary school. Do they start working already? I asked my mother. She told me people usually went to university after completing their secondary education.

University.

Such a prestigious sounding word.

I also heard that it was a place where grown ups go to study and play. A place where you don't have to abide by any school rules, where you don't have to pay attention in class, where you can wear anything you like to class. People who went there basically led their own lives, free of parental control. At university, nobody will force you to finish your homework. Nobody will force you to study.

I wanted that.

I wanted to be able to tell people "I'm a university student". I wanted them to look up on me.

But secondary school already seemed so far away. University would never come. It'd be only something I could dream of.

In short, I wanted to grow up.

Real bad.

When secondary school finally came, I began thinking that I was finally growing up. But I was only in Form 1. The youngest in the pack. I envied those older students, especially the Form 3 students. I thought it'd be very grown uppish to be sitting for an important exam, i.e., PMR.

When Form 4 came, Form 3 magically turned into kindergarten work. How could anyone ever think of PMR as a killer exam? Form 4 was torture. When SPM came, it made PMR seem like child's play.

In Form 5, I began to enjoy my schooling life more and more. It was great to have friends to share my ups and downs. I loved them and they loved me.

When college came, I thought "Yes, I'm finally not a 'school student' anymore!!!"

In other words, "I'm a grown up!!!!"

Curiously, I have never felt that way.

Before I went to kindergarten, I thought that I'd feel grown up when I did. I was wrong. Then, I thought that maybe wearing a 'real' school uniform would make me one. I was wrong again. I thought maybe it was because of the colour difference. Funnily, I didn't feel anymore grown up than before, even when my school uniform changed from dark blue to a bright turquoise. Even in my final year of high school, I didn't feel any difference.

When, then, can I be a real grown up?

I kept wondering.

I thought college would do the trick.

Unfortunately, it didn't.

The exams got much harder, but that was about it.

Ten years ago, I thought university would never come, but here I am right now.

University. My childhood dream. I have finally achieved it.

Why, then, do I feel like I wish I could go back to being a school student? I have used all of my childhood wishing I could one day go to university, and now I wished I could go back to when I was little.

Do I feel grown up now?

No.

Sad, but no.

Why, then, am I here? To feel grown up? To gain respect? To have other school kids envy me?

It's a question many people have asked me.

Why am I here?

And although I may not be a grown up yet, I pride myself in being able to reply,

"Where else would I be?"

Well again... I hope.

8 p.m. - 10 a.m. : z z z...

After sleeping for 14 hours straight (I missed the 8.30 a.m. Chemistry lecture), I am finally feeling much better.

At least I woke up in time for Physics.

Now, all that's left is the phlegm, running nose, cough, and a slight sore throat.

Down with a...

Horrible,

Horrible,

Horrible,

Horrible,

Horrible,

Horrible,

Horrible,

Horrible,

Horrible,

Horrible,

Horrible,

Horrible,

Fever.

Somebody please kill me.

Another lame update on my new life

Busy, busy, busy.

With work?

Not really.

Ever since the first day I stepped into NTU, my social life has never rested.

Every night, there's bound to be something on. Just last night, we played Mahjong till 12.30 a.m.. Needless to say, I had an awfully hard time forcing myself up for my 8.30 a.m. class today.

Tonight's gonna be a late night again. Having some kind of celebration. *grins*

Never mind lah, tomorrow my class will be at 10.30 a.m.. No need to wake up early.

I think I'm beginning to get the hang of uni life.

Hopefully, I won't die of ASS (Acute Stress Syndrome) before I graduate.

Back!!!!

I know I haven't been updating my blog for a very, very, very long time. Blame the busy schedule. I've been going to bed at two to three in the morning and waking up at six. Six in the morning, mind you. Repeatedly like this for five whole days. Would have been dead by now, if not for my healthy body. *grins* Amazingly, I haven't fallen ill.

Yet.

Oh, you haven't known? I'm in Singapore!!! Ha, ha. And the five days of 'torture' was actually pretty fun. Freshmen Orientation Camp. The best camp I have ever attended in my entire life. Seriously. So, yes. It's been nine days since I've arrived here and I guess I'm getting used to living alone already. Helps a lot to have lotsa friends here. Of course, living alone, there's the laundry, housekeeping, etc. As most of you should know, I have never been a housekeeping kind of person. My room's currently in a mess. I'm gonna clean it soon.

Soon.

I wonder when that will be?

It's great they have a laundry room here, with five washing machines to pick from. I throw literally everything in. Jeans, shirts, even my socks and my underwear. Bras included. Lol. Lazy to hand wash mah...

Laptop just crashed. Bought an external hard disk for just SGD (No more RM!!) 109.00. It's been more than 12 hours since I started repairing my lappie and it still isn't done yet. *sigh*

Notice my (somewhat) different blogging style? Don't ask me why. I just placed my hands on the keyboard and Voila! This came out. Maybe the Singaporean culture is getting at me? I don't know...

Btw, I have noticed that I might be beginning to learn to talk the Singaporean way. There is a distinctive difference between Singlish and Manglish. Hope you guys won't mind my slang that much when I return.

New life, new friends, new loves.

I love Singapore. So far, there hasn't been anything going drastically wrong yet. If you don't include the countless walking and constant aches (my arm's hurting from Sunday's badminton game, plus aches at my back, ass, and legs. Currently having mush difficulty sitting down, standing up, and walking up stairs. Had muscle cramps on my left leg this morning, which still hasn't gone away.), uni life is actually pretty fun. you know, new found freedom and all that. Excitement's still getting at me. know it might be a whole different story when the term actually begins, but I'm not too bothered about that yet.

Still enjoying my new found life.

Here are the photos of my Orientation Camp. Click here (day 1), here (day 2), here (day 3), here (day 4), and here (day 5).

Yup, lots of photos. Ignore them if you're lazy, but view them if you want to see me being kissed by a guy with heavy lipstick on. *big grin*

Shall update you guys again soon. Hopefully, I shall be able (if I'm not too lazy) to put up photos of my room.

Brace yourself.

Unbelievable?

Remember some time ago I joined the Eat A Chip Like Kenny Sia contest?

I didn't win.

However...

KENNY SIA POSTED MY PHOTO ON HIS BLOG!!!

Don't believe me?

CLICK!!!!

Am so happy!

Tagged again. My habits.

Rules:
1.Each player of this game starts off with 15 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.
2. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 15 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.
3. At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.
4. No tag backs!

1. I am smart. Not referring to being academically smart, but being smart emotionally, socially, and psychologically. I am good at psycho games. Do not underestimate me.

2. I can defend myself from being mind read by others.

3. I can read other's minds.

4. I can pretend that i am pretty much dumb, so as to allow my frienemies* to think that I am very easily manipulated.

5. My frienemies usually think they have read my mind, but in actual fact, I have read their mind that they think they've successfully read mine.

6. My frienemies usually use reversed psychology on me. I use reversed reversed psychology on them.

7. I am so certain of my ability that I've no qualms on posting them here. Such is my self-confidence.

8. My favorite anime is Death Note, because its all about psychological battle. 

9. I have no idea what else to write.

10. Facts 1 to 8 have been all about my psychological brilliance, because I am now currently pissed at somebody who underestimated me during our psychological warfare. 

11. But she finally found out I wasn't dumb after all. She made a mistake in judging me. Although the battle was a tie, but I still consider myself the winner because in the end, she realised my true abilities and concluded that I was smart. 

12. Having an opponent recognize and acknowledge your powers is like gaining their respect. Now, that's a real winner.

13. I'm changing the topic now.

14. I love Vampire Knight's art. It's an anime. Go watch. 

15. I'm gonna break rule 4 of this tag because I can't find that many new people to tag.

I tag: 

Jasryn

Lynn

Ee Ping

Pin Yin

Yeat Hon

Tai Howe

Joshua

Abigail

Aimy 

Andrew Kon

*A frienemy is somebody who is your friend on the outside, but is actually your worst enemy. Friennemies are generally more deadly than your usual enemies, but they're also more fun and interesting to talk to. I love psychological battles. 

My personals?? Gosh, what a title.

It has been awhile since my last post. Blame my laziness. Haha.

Not that my life has been mundane and that I've nothing to blog about. On the contrary. I've been pretty busy these few days. 

My church held a Spiritual Meeting. Was really beneficial. Despite the awfully, awfully cold air conditioning that almost froze me to death, I was happy I attended it. Helped me draw closer to God and taught me what really matters in life. 

I also learnt that:

Nescafe + Milo + Nestum + very little water = thick, delicious, strong and sweet smelling cup of "OOMPH"!

After listening to 50-minute long sermons, I have learnt to appreciate the 10 minute intervals. A quick visit to the bathroom, and then some "oopmh" (with extra-strong coffee) to get myself awake again. 

*grins*

Now Rachel, the newbie cook, shall teach you how to brew a cup of her homemade secret special drink.

Rachel's Personal Home-Brewed Drink.

Ingredients: Chocolate powder (in this case, I use Milo powder), coffee powder (I would suggest using Nescafe, my personal favourite), oats (use Nestum!), some breakfast cereal (optional) and of course, some hot water.

1. Take a cup or mug and scoop THREE HUGE TABLESPOONS (add four or five if you want) of chocolate powder into it.

2. Add two tablespoons (or more, if you really love oats) into the mug.

3. Add a little bit of coffee powder. Some people would opt not to add coffee though; it's really up to your preference. As for me, I'd prefer to put in just a teeny, weeny bit 'cause I don't want the coffee flavor to overpower the chocolaty taste. Yes, I'm a chocolate person.

4. Add very little water (about half or less of the amount of contents in your mug); you'd want your drink to be really thick and rich!!

Voila! You're done!

Optional step: It's also a good idea to add some breakfast cereal; personally, I prefer having my drink with cereals 'cause it tastes better. Any kind will do. Traditional cornflakes is a good choice. My personal favorite is KokoCrunch because it has a "great chocolaty taste!". You can never get enough of chocolate flavour in any drink, candy, or ice-cream. When it comes to chocolate, more is always better. I don't recommend Honey Stars. They're too sweet. Plain sweet, with no chocolate or any other flavor whatsoever. Eww.

Disclaimer: This recipe is genuinely, originally, and truly my idea, and mine alone. I DID NOT copy, revise, or edit it from anyone or anywhere. Any familiarity or similarity of any sort you find in this recipe is purely coincidental.

***

I visited Nanyang University yesterday. The place was huge!! Posh buildings, great accommodations, and lots of facilities. In short, I LOVE THE PLACE!!!

I can't wait to get in there.

I got a new Singapore phone number, too!! The number's a real beauty. 

xxx00007.

Cool right?? Your number got so many zero's or not?? Four zero's leh!! Very easy to remember!! Lol.

As for the xxx's, send me a personal message if you want to know. *smiles*

Just got back from SIngapore last night.

***

I cut my hair today. I love my new hairstyle!!! Too lazy to upload my picture here...

Bought a pair of polaroid sunglasses. It cost me RM 190. (That's my shopaholic side springing up again, after being idle for some time)

I know it's a lot of money lah, but can block UV light mah. Good for eyes. Hehe.

***

Leaving for Singapore in 5 more days.

I am soooo not ready to leave home.

Help!!!!!!

games

I bought 4 new PSP games today: Mario SNES emulator (since it's an emulator, it's a lil technical; more like MS-DOS or Linux, where it isn't really user friendly and you have to go through all those grown-uppish procedures before you can actually start the game), Crash Tag Team Racing, Crash of the Titans (yes, I'm a HUGE fan of Crash Bandicoot), and Breath of Fire. 

Mario brings back fond memories. 

I miss the times when Play Station was oh-so-foreign, video games came in cassettes instead of CD's, the graphics were shitty as hell, and when my brother and I were still playing with the old Nintendo console, which looks something like my grandmother's videotape player:

Ahh. The good old times...

Breath of Fire is supposedly a pretty good game, but I shall not comment on it yet. I've just begun playing. The beginning seems a little boring, though. I hope it gets better.

I also bought a new PSP casing:

Ain't it pretty!!

Tonight shall be dedicated to PSP-ing.

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I found this cute lil "smiley" on somebody's MSN display name: 

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And so, here is my latest MSN display name: 

Rae~ ٩(●̮̮̃•̃)۶

Don't think I'll be changing it for awhile.

I've noticed that Chriz's MSN display name has been remaining the same for a very, very long time:

Chrizzy: (̅_̅_̅_̅(̲̲̲̲̲̅̅̅̅̅̅(̅_̅_̲̅м̲̅a̲̅я̲̅l̲̅b̲̅o̲̅r̲̅o̲̅̅_̅_̅_̅()ڪ

It's been like that for more than a year already, I think. He copied it from my old, long gone, long forgotten, long lost MSN display name.

Outdated copycat. 

Hah. 

No offense, Chriz. Here's a smiley to make your day.  ٩(●̮̮̃•̃)۶

my very own ATM card

Dad brought me to OCBC Bank today to apply for the tuition fee loan.

Then, we created a joint account.

My very own bank account, with my very first ATM card!!!

I'm a proud owner of my very own ATM card!!!! YAY!!!

What... People first time own an ATM card mah... Of course more excited right?

*happyhappyjoyjoy*

Farewell party

Although not many people responded to my invitation, quite a number actually turned up for last night's event.

I must say, I had lots of fun.

Cindy and Yeat Hon were my first guests. They turned up at around 2.30 p.m.. We chatted a little. Then, at 3, Henry arrived. With a bouquet of beautiful roses.

Six pink pretty roses.

THANKS, HENRY! You made my day!

Can't blame me. This is the first time I've ever received flowers from a guy. Touched!

Watched House Of Wax. Disgusting show.

Later, Jia, Suzanna, Phaik Yean, and Mei Hwa came. So did the other guys, XYZ, Yong Hong, and Juon. The guys entertained themselves with the Play Station 2 while the girls lazed around in my oh-so-comfortable room.

Me?

I split myself into two and entertained both groups.

Lol.

Later in the evening, everyone else began showing up and everyone got hyped up. Ate. Laughed. Gossiped. Yelled. Screamed.

20 girls. Food. Laughter. Fun.

You get the idea.

After the meal, all of us (yes all 20 of us) crammed ourselves in my dimly lit (they didn't want to turn on the lights; don't ask me why) room. The guys remained outside, still playing video games.

We relived the old times. Did crazy stuff you'll never see in public. Talked dirty (ha, ha). For a moment, it seemed like I was back in school, when all of us were still childish and innocent.

My only regret is that I totally forgot to snap any pictures with the guys...

Pauline with her food and TV.

Jia yawning? Lol.

Them. Food. Sorry about the blur.

Left to right: Mei Hwa, Phaik Yean, Jia.

Left to right: Suzanna, Yi Hui, Pin Yin.

Me, with the flowers. Happy!!

Yeat Hon got bored and resorted to arranging my stuffed animals. The white, smiling "ball of something" is a present from Henry and Yong Hong. Thanks, guys! Yeat Hon fell in love with the white chicken and was sodomizing it during the entire party. Eww.

Asleep in my comfy bed.

Group photo. Everyone crammed in my room.

Printed on Sing Rou's shirt.

Get off my bed already!

Eating.

Cindy and Suzanna.

Suzanna and I.

Nope, I'm not in the pic.

Pauline, still eating. Lol.

In the end, we had too much food and there were lots of leftovers.

I love the mornings after a party. 

There's always lots for breakfast.

The Fall

Yesterday, my cousin went for her school's Cross Country Race.

Someone form the back shoved. Everyone fell.

Sort of like how you play dominoes. When one falls, the others follow suit.

Ouch.

It's a wonder how the fall of one can bring upon the fall of many others.

I blame me

First of all, CONGRATS TO JASRYN FOR HAVING HER DREAM COME TRUE!!!

Am happy for you. 

Really.

***

So far, not many people has responded to my farewell party invitation. 

Sad case.

***

I trusted the wrong person. I made wrong judgements. I was stupid and naive.

I thought I was smart. I planned my moves. I thought I could manipulate people. I thought I was in control. But somehow, I made a mistake and now there's no turning back.

I slipped.

I have to bear the consequences.

People hate me. I've lost my dignity. I've lost a best friend. 

I cried. 

Yes, I cried. Over the best friend that I loved so much, I cried. I really hoped we could be friends forever. It's painful to lose someone you love. Hearing those hurtful words with my own ears, my heart broke in two. 

"I'm sorry, but I don't think I can be your friend anymore."

After all the happy times we had together, this is how it has to end.

It hurt. A lot.

The person whom I trusted broke his promise, betrayed me, aroused tension within my family, ruined my dignity, and made my best friend hate me. 

I blame my own carelessness. 

However, this isn't the end. In fact, it has just begun to get interesting. I'm gonna make him pay. For my sufferings that he has caused and for making me lose my best friend, he will pay. 

The future sure is interesting.

In psychological and interpersonal relationship wars, I win.

I always win.