I am annoyed, sleep deprived and agitated.

And you know you're fucked when you've spent the last three months desperately trying to work on an idea that is never going to work out from the start. And making things pretty doesn't help here.

Won't someone hold my hand now?

Week 10



My sentiments exactly
*insert cry of anguish from CJ here*

Up to this point, everyone is either angry, anxiety ridden or missing in action.

Come to think about it, I don't think I've lasted more than an hour in the same classroom with any of the seniors since week 5. But all a sudden, I am aware that my world is just going to start getting smaller again. Come next semester when Suek Mei and all are only coming in once a week to complete their final projects and as for me, God knows how many days can you squeeze three subjects into (provided that the admin finally realise that I'm Malaysian and allocates me a LAN subject or better still, both) it means that I've pretty much finished up the modules that was suppose to be taken with them and probably won't be seeing them anymore come September. Woah.

Which in other words translates to I'm going to get stuck in more classes where the only other person is on a different channel. I blame linguistic barriers.

And today's lecture was depressing. Nia was absent leaving me the only student for morning class where what I suspect could be the lecturer's craving for otak-otak became our final assignment for advertising design. And the only thing productive about Portfolio later in the afternoon was the teacher. Which is not a nice thing for me to say, considering how many times she has indeed walked the extra mile for me during my stay at Raffles. So I shan't say anything more. But she's lucky. Not many women in this trade maintain their amiability, their passion for their job, are happily married and ready for broods and broods of pink squealing healthy children. Call me sore or jealous, since it's something I might not have.

As it is, several friends have already banished me to a perpetual single life. I don't mind, considering how many friends I have already banished to hell. Now all I need is that lawn so I can yell at kids to stay of it- what an awesome retirement plan!

And on the way back home, I came across three dead frogs and 15 cars with DBKL summonses. I kind of wondered whether it was some kind of omen or the sort. You know, the ones where you cross path with a black cat and the next thing you know, there's a piano hanging right above your head. Not a very pretty sight. But nothing that bad. Just so happened I had enough money in my Touch and Go to get home and the bus that never came. I have reasons to believe that there's only one bus now going throughout Taman Desa and back to Pasar Seni which stops for coffee breaks and to buy vegetables on the way. I took a cab in the end. Four bucks more expensive but time is money, and getting stuck in an area like brickfields where waiting men in their car/busses/lorries start singing like larks with lower decibels when you walk out in a skirt plus idling youths blaring out Neyo's confessing urge to fornicate isn't really my cup of tea either.

Another two weeks to go!

I hate deadlines.

Yet another late night post after finally finishing up the almost what could be the last of it of our website project. I am exhausted, sleepy and starting to regret not utilising my weekend properly leading to a huge back flow of work. I am disgruntled.

Somehow, this term really flew by me. Strange cause it felt not too long ago when I was contending with Japanese cartons. The sick thing about irony is that it always hits you square back in the face. Or maybe May ended too soon. I wonder actually if it is even possible for a month to end so soon. But looking at the circumstances, it's actually more or less another three weeks before this semester is over- which would mean two weeks for us to finish up whatever we are suppose to be doing- which also means that we're all screwed- which then again on the other hand could just mean me- which would mean that that is not a good thing to begin with anyway...

No classes tomorrow, this person will not be up until noon.

Cheers.

p/s: Hitler was vegetarian.

Logging onto Yahoo is heart wrenching. I know there are probably mixed reactions to that statement,as for some, Yahoo owns Hotmail and for others, Gmail owns Yahoo. But there's always been that quirky reason as to why I stick to Yahoo after all these years, even though they greet me by Hello Jia! For one, Yahoo has an awesome jingle that we all love at one point in time- you got that right, it's that retarded Yahoo-oo-oo that even Bruce Almighty adapted into a Yah-Wee-ee and heck, there never lived a better jingle forever and ever amen.

But like I said, logging on to Yahoo can be heart wrenching. There's just something about the engine's interface: too messy, too cluttered and too updated.

Damn straight.

I was in school yesterday in the morning in the library (where it could probably the only library in town where silence is a mandatory rule) when Kevin brought up American Idol and I was like all "Oh ptooey, it doesn't take an idiot to know that Adam Lambert definitely owns the game by now, even a monkey knows that" followed by a whole long series of Kris-who and all.

Come later in the day a little close to 12 when I went back to class to check my e-mail and the first thing that hit me square in the face was the little square box about 200 pixels wide in the centre of the interface that made me a monkey in a second.

That was a real blow. Not that I'm an anti-Kris person or anything. I'm really more complaining about the stupid box than the results of the show.

Next thing it's Friday evening after my guitar class where Eddie claims to be the first music teacher who's ever going to die of hunger in the class when I go home and load up Yahoo to conveniently find out that the Queen has a Wii. She must be very amused.

Now as I type this, the other tab that's loading up behind this one's going to give me a list of songs that the Queen has on her I-pod. Sweet! Considering how three years ago, Sir Alan Sugar made his ipodoom prophecy then:

"Next Christmas the iPod will be dead, finished, gone, kaput,"

Do you love the whole world? I sure do (boom de ya da boom de ya dah)

But anyways, I must confess, that small piece of knowledge wasn't obtained from a Discovery magazine but from Reader's Digest. Have you all wondered what's the deal with these kind of publications that at no matter what cost, you cannot, will not and shalt not throw a copy of Reader's Digest, Discovery or Nat Geo? True it's now taking the bulk of space in the hanging cupboard but everytime you want to take them out, there's just this- gah feeling that overwhelms you and stuff. Now we have copies of Reader's Digest dating back to 2 oh oh 3.

Ptooey.

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!

2.2o in the morning. Another awesome late night up doing nuts and I'm going to shrivel and wrinkle up like a prune before I'm 30!

Dear Santa,

I'm writing to you in May because it's really come to a point that I have no one to write letters to.

It's only funny in a way because I'll never have to post this letter or stick a stamp on it. I don't even need to e-mail it to you because I know you'll never receive it anyway. It's just nice to write you a letter. And I'm a nice person. At least I like to think that I am.

People tell me that you are fake and I absolutely believe them. Of course, only a kid would think you are real. However, even as a kid, I knew the truth about you even before I knew you. Same applies for the tooth fairy. It sucks in that way cause I somehow feel that I have missed out on a lot. I've seen you many times before on shopping bags. Especially the one Isetan gives out during the Christmas season.

I wonder how you stay so happy and merry all the times.

Don't you ever get fed up and stressed up there in the North Pole?

I mean, I know you have got like 364 days to prepare for a single celebration day and all, but do you really work all the time during that 364 days? Doesn't it get boring?

Not to mention, I always kind of wonder how you afford the labour cost for all that toys. Do your workers have monthly salaries and an EPF contribution? What about workers insurance? Are elves even considered foreign and if so do you buy a foreign workers insurance plan for them? Are those necessary too? I mean, what if an elf hurts himself while working- is it payable?

There are so many questions I'd love to ask if you were real. I guess right now, you're just lucky that you aren't huh?

Well anyways, it's nice spamming you.

Hope you have a great day!

Love,
Me

The time now is 5 in the evening and I really am suppose to be doing my homework

Anyways, with regards to time, it's been four days since the 33rd of February and I would have posted this up sooner but time constraints and Singapore forced me to delay this post for a bit. But anyways, I'm back now and so I post.

So where do I begin?

Last Thursday was an interesting day. With what started out as an ordinary day turned into a pleasant surprise and I guess I really have to thank all you guys out there who made it the way it was- =)

(Be yer warned that this post may contain excessive thanks and gratitude it might make the devil spit)

I begin with



BRANDON YEW ZHENTOA. BRANDON- YOU ZHENTOA, YEWPAPA, YEWTUBE, MANMAN, MOFA, MOFA MAN, FISHBALL TOFU, THE TOUGH LITTLE CUSTARD PUFF, MY FAVOURITE JEW

YEW.

YOU.

Are the bestest kind of guy I'd like to meet.

I got to know you a little better in form 2 (remember how you always eavesdropped on me and Li Ann?) and I guess we just got closer in form 4 when you spent an entire year sitting next to yours truly, listening to my never ceasing complaints and random musings. But hey- It was either me or Wee Lik (Remember him?) Remember those double lab lessons in the physic/bio/chem labs? Remember our soap experiment and you practically did all the work? (Oh- I believe I'm still keeping muy half of soap)

You were the kind of guy that was always there for me whenever I need anything from glue to advice. And as strange as it is- I recall being mad at you before over petty reasons but never recalled you ever being mad at me. Seriously Brandon- I'm not sure if I have ever hurt your feelings before (But I guess I might have- considering all the weird names I've given you) But if I have, please know that they were never intentional and whatever it may be, I apologise now.

Thank you for all the times you hung out with me and made me feel like I did belong. Thank you for all the times you stood by me despite all the crap it got you through. Thank you for those Monday afternoons you spent waiting for my art class to be over so it wouldn't be that boring while waiting for six o'clock. Thank you for not being calculative when it came to taxes everytime we ate out. Thank you for all the times you helped me buy stationeries at Popular. Thank you for not laughing at me whenever I watch a movie with John Cusack, Keanu Reaves or James Marsden in it. Thank you for not making fun of me when I called myself Mrs Raikkonen. Thank you for somehow imparting all the general knowledge and country capitals to me (No one can ever replace you in that game by the way)

There is too many things I can think of to thank you and they can never be done in a single blog post. Give me an entire blog to fill about my gratitude to you and even it would not suffice. That is how much, a friend you mean to me.

And I know that I haven't been really in touch with you the past few months due to my work and your exams and my crappy timetable but nevertheless- you still had the initiative to make my 19th birthday the best bitrthday it has ever been. I am speechless- really. Brandon, if the day really comes that you leave to Warwick- I'd definitely miss you and feel your absence. Life would be so weird without your cynical wit.

Yes Brandon- if the day ever comes- you'd definitely be my maid of honour (only if you want to) because I can't imagine what I'd be if I have never met you. And if Mitch Albom was right in his book- I'd definitely dedmand that you be in the list of the five people I meet in heaven.

PYOONGJIE PANG. MY SON.




If it's true that I never have kids- you'll be the closest to a son I (n)ever had.

I met you in Form 1 when you were still so much shorter than me and somehow I believe we've always been friends. Of course the turning point was in Form 4 and above when we started to become closer.

It feels that I've watched you grow physically and mentally since I knew you when you were 12. From the little boy that Brandon bullied to tears, you've matured to be the tall, fair and thoughtful guy that you are now. You've always been the most sensitive on people's feelings among most of the other guys and I don't know if you even hold any grudges.

You've always been the better one at math and analytical thinking and I believe that it would bring you far next time in your career. But it does not stop there. You are also known to be one of the most creative among my friends. You might not be able to paint a brilliant picture definitely ace creative thinking. I've loved all your ideas and presents for they're always budgeted and most importantly, thoughtful.

Your custom made pack of cards are along the best presents I've ever received.

Thank you so much for that. And thank you for that video you made for me too. I'm sure to request that it be played on my wedding day x)

Now you're aiming for the US and might be leaving soon too. Somehow- thinking of that gives me a sense of emptiness. It really feels like the empty nest syndrome that most mums get when their kids leave home. But of course you'll be back right? Cause heck- I'm sure I'll miss the little boy I can't find when I leave him behind the lamp post. ^^

EUGENE LOW. THE STICK MAN. DARK FOX. (WHAT'S THE TIME?)


For all the times that I asked you the time. For all the times you gave me a lift home no matter how late it was even if it meant going out of the way. For all the times you paid for the taxes whenever we ate out. For all the times you kept me company. For all the times you remembered to remember me.

So maybe my only regret was knowing you a little later in high school. But even so- you have outlasted some of the friends that I knew earlier in high school.

Back then, we might have had different group of friends but at the end of day- you always knew how to juggle us out so no one feels left out.

You were there in the middle of the night when I needed to complain and you never let anything out. Whenever I'm in doubt- you'd always make the big scary things seem practical and small. You may not be very tall in height but you're definitely the strongest when it comes to emotions security. I don't even know if you ever get scared of the dark because you think of the ghost that might come out and eat you.

I love your taste in music and your sarcastic wit. Your lame jokes have left an impact on all of us and I'm certain it won't be gone too soon. Not to mention- when everyone else were talking about the great plans they had- you were the one who actually did what you planned. Your recent success of your book launch made me look up to you even more as a man who actually walked the talk.

Eugene, for what matters, you're one of the guys I can see as being funny and smart. Now all you need is the rich factor and chics will be throwing themselves at you so much so I'll need to actually make appointments with you three months in advance. x)

SUET FONG. THE SUNSHINE IN MY LIFE X)



I don't know how often you read this almost neglected blog but if you do- Yays for all of us ^^

You're definitely one of the closest few girlfriends I have and I feel really bad for not keeping in touch sooner. But nevertheless- you remembered my birthday and actually took the trouble to come to Mid V just to celebrate for me. Although it had been nearly a year since we last saw each other- our brief "berbonding" session made me remember why I enjoyed my years hanging out with you and that whole year I sat next to you. The best part was that wasn't awkward.

You're sunny optimism and cute demeanor has always marveled me and it feels that I've never actually seen you get mad since I knew you in Form 1. You're always the smiling face behind every dark cloud and I believe I've never even seen you emo. And whining about exam results doesn't count. You've always better at the whole math and science thing actually x)

Remember how we used to kid that you were the most prone to suicide because of all the above? And Bradon's accusation of you having an eating disorder because you liked bite sized food? Remember Li Yen and Brandon's dispute where we laughed at them because one was curly and the other was Patrick the Starfish? Ha ha. Seriously, those were the best days of my life- and I'm so glad that you were a part of it.

DEXTER FOONG.



You

Old

Man

Yes you are.

And indeed, you are the oldest among my friends from the class of 2007.

I've known you since form one and though I cannot recall drawing a dog for you for pendidikan seni- I do recall sitting next to you. You've always had a messy desk and a habit of sitting on two legs of the chairs. Little did I know that ten years down the road, you'd be sitting on the lap of Brandon and your other victims.

I've known you the longest and to see you there on Thursday was really- amazing. I'm glad to know that even despite your hectic and busy schedule- you's still take the time off to remember my birthday.

I have loads to thank you off too. For all the times you stood by me and defended me. For the times you tolerated with my crap and the guys I went out with. For the times you spent on me and the 4 am call you took when I was so down last year.

You are another one I felt that I had watched grow. The only difference was that you always seemed so much more matured. I don't know how you did it but you always knew what to do. I've never seen you upset- even through your darkest days- you never showed it and you've always been strong. At times I wish I could be like you. But then- if I were like you- it wouldn't make knowing a guy like you become so special.

CHOW. JASON




For all the times you listened to my crap.

You've always been the jack of all trades, master of all- the wisest of all my friends which somehow makes you seem 10 years older than the rest.

Not to mention- you're such a gentleman I'm sure the world would be a better place if all guys were like you. Either that or we'd be reliving the Marxist era. But whatever it is- I'll let Dexter be the judge of that.

Thank you for the number of hours you spent on the phone with me when I was in despair. Thank you for the lifts you offered to places I couldn't go to. Thank you for the great ideas you always conjure and thank you for making my high school year a memorable one. Thank you for being there. Thank you for loving thy neighbour (syiok sendiri xD)

GAH.

I think this has got to be the longest post I've ever written by far and it's scary that it's not even over yet-

But either way- I feel that the following people deserve recognition because life just wouldnt feel the same without them:



PIA- FOR REMEMBERING MY LAWN



STEVEN NG- For not falling asleep during WATCHMEN and so much more- you know that I cannot summarise all the things in a post. x)



LIANG CJ - For the Nasi Pattaya and all the rides to and from school. You definitely made Raffles a better place to be at



JAN- For really being born on September. Thank you for not hurting me for all that lame jokes. And remembering the 33rd of February

I have no pictures of you but this is how you would look like:

=D

SUEK MEI - Because class does actually get boring without you x)

Finally-

THE GHECKO ON MY BED
JIA WEI- YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU. NOW GIVE ME THE BEAR AND I WONT BEAT YOU FLAT.