food-eating battle monkeys!

teo min zhi is a Banana-Eating Death Monkey ...with a Battle Rating of 8.4 To see if your Food-Eating Battle Monkey can defeat teo min zhi, enter your name:

my sister is a purple people-eating magic monkey of monkey score 9.1
see... i always knew i had a monkey for a sister. though probably with an identity crisis.. piggish monkeys.. hmm...

Chronicles of Muggerhouse Episode 1: Of Food and Asses

Today, in the latest developments of the face-off between the 2 horizontally-challenged sisters of muggerhouse:

no.1: oi, make daddy happy la. go for supper with him with me.
no.2: don't waaaaaaaaaant! faaaaaaaaaaaaat!
no.1: just drink milo bing la.
no.2: don't waaaaaaaaaaaaaant! faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!
no.1: oi!
no.2: okok let me go get changed...

in the car...

daddy: so i order one plate of hokkien mee you all 2 share ah?
no.1: ... ...
no.2: ... ...
daddy: so i order one plate of hokkien mee you all 2 share ah?
no.1: i only want milo bing.
no.2: ... ...
daddy: or you all want chicken wings? or hokkien mee?
no.1: i only want milo bing laa!
no.2: i want BOTH!

after ending up sharing one plate of hokkien mee, 1 cup of milo bing, 1 cup of teh bing, upon reaching home...

no.2: eh, get out of my way la, you and your fat ass!
no.1: look who's talking...
no.2: eh your ass is fat lor! mine is not! mine is big, and round, and voluptuous!
no.1: ... ... HAHAHAHHAHAHAH!


any resemblance to any characters living or dead in the above account is purely *wracking coughcoughcough* -tentional.

give thanks in all circumstances

Thank you, Lord, for the horrible pap essay.

i haven't managed to catch the sunrise in a long time... the vivid shading of the sky, the beautiful blue... it's a really beautiful end to my day ;p

goodnight :)

i have a history

i have just spent 1 hour over lunch listening to my maternal grandma tell me the story of her grandparents and the subsequent 3 generations.. coolness! now i can finally decipher the relationship between all the ah mms, ah pehs, zek gongs, sin mas, yi mas and yi gongs spread over malaysia and singapore (very complicated), and have finally figured out how come i have so many relatives in both countries..

so exciting! i could write a book on our family history or something, provided i can find out enough to write a book that is... and that all the elders have good and relatively accurate memories... but i'm sure there are enough stories to compete with the longest essay i've ever written anyway (15 pages) haha.. though, as wai po enthusiastically pointed out, it'll have to wait til i finish my exams, or after i graduate...

remind me to blog all this sometime.. all the family scandals and migrations are infinitely more interesting than the pap.

oh pfffffft.

"mood swings" is too mild a term

"girls are really hard to work with, because they're very emotional"

true, that... but made even more poignant 1 hour later when i found out my ms test results. was feeling quite pressured the whole of yesterday with the thought of having to do 2000 words by friday and not having really done any research yet. then came a whole night of high when i found out that the deadline had been postponed til monday, and a project presentation potentially on thursday had been cancelled completely, the report to be handed up on the 11th of Nov instead. mood is now at an all-time low having just found out that although i thought i got most of the questions correct for the ms test, i am in the bottom 40% of the class. bottom 20 to 40% more specifically.

have been trying to restrain myself from slamming the door. throwing my bag on the floor. tapping the keys on my keyboard really hard. been trying to ignore this tight feeling in my chest and the desire to curl up in my bed with my blanket over my head.

"its like that one la, for this kind of competitive module, the kind all the science and maths pple take"

not as if i don't know my work!? this is starting to get senseless. putting in all the effort to stay up to date and on top of my work. i know whats going on. huh. at least thats what i think, tho obviously if the results of any of my tests are anything to go by, i know nuts.

why why why am i bothering to care? why do i WANT to care?! caring just makes life so difficult! caring HURTS. now i can't even say that grades don't matter to me anymore, and there's nothing to hide behind, nothing to numb that horrible feeling. the frustration. the sense of failure. having to stomp down hard on my pride, admitting that yes my emotions are tied to my grades, amongst other things and people. and worst of all, realising that my emotions govern my life, if i decide to eat, drink, sleep, talk, do work...

they shouldn't, damn it. and i'm so sick of this.

i never learn

2000 words by Friday 4pm.

current word count: 0
current number of readings read: 2
topic chosen: 5 seconds ago

time left to do research and write: 1 + 24 + 16 - 2 (two 1- hr tuts) - 1 (lunch w bing) - 2 (one 2-hr lect) - 5 (one meeting with sups) - 2 (one 2-hr lect) = 29 hrs - 12 (sleep) = 17 hrs theoretically.

oh shoot me pls. argh.

i just dreamt that my neighbour gave me all the readings and notes i need to write my essay. i should just keep on dreaming eh.

i'm incorrigible.

update: 15 min after posting the above, i went next door to follow up on my dream :p and found out that the deadline's been postponed to MONDAY!!! apparently the prof said it twice during lecture... must have been when i hadn't reached school yet :X waaaaah! happiness! shoot i think i'm gonna change my topic since i now have more time to read and do my research. whoohoooooo!

God is so good! God is so good! God is so good! He's so good to meeee!

爱情

Update: found Karen Mok's version here
(for all you pple i know are not going to bother reading the chinese...)

突然间想听一些华文歌曲，就把以前高中时代买了，现在只收集灰尘的cd翻了出来。。。 选了张智成的凌晨三点钟来听。 听到的这首歌让我想起当年的许多回忆。。。我们4个躲在雨伞下唱歌，躲在pt的楼梯口练歌。。。当年还很清纯地想靠唱歌过一辈子。虽然还是比较喜欢莫文尉的那个版本，这首歌，我还是很喜欢。。。


爱情 （张智成，江美琪）

若不是因为爱着你
怎么会夜深还没睡意
每个念头都关于你
我想你
想你
好想你

若不是因为爱着你
怎会有不安的情绪
每个莫名的日子里
我想你
想你
好想你

爱是折磨人的东西
却又舍不得这样放弃
不停揣测你的心里
可有我姓名

爱是我唯一的秘密
让人心碎却又着迷
无论是用什么言语
只会
只会思念你

若不是因为爱着你
怎会不经意就叹息
有种不完整的心情
爱你
爱着你

not again!

Revelation 7:9-10 reads,

After this I looked and there before me was a great multitude that no one could count, from every nation, tribe, people and language, standing before the throne and in front of the Lamb. They were wearing white robes and were holding palm branches in their hands. And they cried out in a loud voice:

"Salvation belongs to our God,
who sits on the throne,
and to the Lamb."

Yesterday, i heard this verse for the 6th time in about 1 month. The 1st 3 of which i was asked to read it out. the last 3 were read out to me. if i hear this verse one more time, i will...

blogthings are back! hehe

You Are Strawberry Ice Cream

A bit shy and sensitive, you are sweet to the core. You often find yourself on the outside looking in. Insightful and pensive, you really understand how the world works. You are most compatible with chocolate chip ice cream.

What Flavor Ice Cream Are You?

Your Blog Should Be Green

Your blog is smart and thoughtful - not a lot of fluff. You enjoy a good discussion, especially if it involves picking apart ideas. However, you tend to get easily annoyed by any thoughtless comments in your blog.

What Color Should Your Blog or Journal Be?

haha.. really meh?

Your Power Color Is Lime Green

At Your Highest: You are adventurous, witty, and a visionary. At Your Lowest: You feel misunderstood, like you don't fit in. In Love: You have a tough exterior, but can be very dedicated. How You're Attractive: Your self-awareness and confidence lights up a room. Your Eternal Question: "What else do I need in my life?"

What's Your Power Color?

You Are Likely a First Born

At your darkest moments, you feel guilty. At work and school, you do best when you're researching. When you love someone, you tend to agree with them often. In friendship, you are considerate and compromising. Your ideal careers are: business, research, counseling, promotion, and speaking. You will leave your mark on the world with discoveries, new information, and teaching people to dream.

The Birth Order Predictor

hur hur

10/10/2005: TM 2

Very funny, God... really. very funny. i can't stop laughing... really, i can't.

i saw this coming, really, i did. especially today. the whole day. i just KNEW what was going to happen. so You've affirmed it. but hey, You were the One who told me first right...

are You trying to tell me something? nudge me in a certain direction? are You grinning at my futile efforts to keep a bit more time free? steep learning curve this new academic year huh.

man, i really don't know what to make of this. i didn't want this, i didn't ask for it, You know that. but You're obviously leading me somewhere, You've obviously got PLANS. i just feel so... blind. guess this, among other things, is supposed to be a lesson in faith huh.

*wry chuckle*

dimsum!

after a whole week of irregular and lousy meals in school, friday afternoon's family lunch/tea (since i finished sch at 2) got me really excited... we went to fortunate restaurant in toa payoh central for dimsum to celebrate my mum's 46th birthday. was especially happy-fying since i'm such a carnivore and we rarely have dimsum.. also we haven't had proper, nice meals as a family for so long... extra-ly happy-fying was the fact that there was a 30% discount from 3 to 6pm (tho haha i wasn't footing the bill.. but i admit it - i can be such a cheapo at times.)

lesson learnt of the day: how to eat fried durian balls. (was so amusing when my sis read out from the dessert menu "fried durian balls", and you suddenly see 2 heads nodding in unison - mum's and dad's.. hahah..) so well, here's the lowdown in photos:

eh smile leh! (all disgruntled over having to put down their chopsticks and stop eating to take a photo.. notice i didn't have that problem *grin*)



dumplings with sweet corn & cold fish... haha.. sounded and looked more dubious than it tasted la..

dad & one of his long stories again... nvm, they too busy to eat, just means more food for me! muahaha!

here's waipo wondering what to eat next, and how to cook it at home.. :D



THE FDB! (fried durian balls)

FDB1001: how to eat fried durian balls

alternatively...

mx & mz

mum (the birthday girl!) & dad

it started off well enough...

there's been a sharp increase in the amount of exercise i've been getting over the past 2 weeks - ifg netball & basketball, and miscellaneous other energy sapping activities like shopping and trying to get a tennis ball to not fly over the fence when i hit it.

heh and i must say it feels good, and has been really fun and enjoyable. sortof miss the days when exercise, like it or not, was mandatory - pe, netball training 10 hours plus a week... i miss the familiar ache in the muscles, proof that i DID have muscles... i miss the fun and laughter... trying new sports... the discipline in the training... becoming fitter, better, sharper...

i miss the rg days especially, when we had netball carnival every year. and how when i was in 213, we rejoiced over getting out of the bottom of the table at last. and 313 and 413, what with the 'unlucky 13', cursed classrooms and wonky computers, and how we'd only work for anything we thought we might win at.. haha.. and so we almost did.

these things bring such warm fuzzy feelings that make me consider actually going back to training properly. but what i saw at the netball game today just totally reminded me of why i left netball and to a lesser extent, raffles behind when i went to jc.

- deleted details, won't be fair to put down just my side of the story for public reading considering the worked up state i'm in now. ask me for them yourself -

the whole atmosphere of exclusivity and elitism totally turned me off. maybe i'm being really harsh here, but i say, where's the camaraderie and the sportsmanship? isn't playing sports about pushing your own limits to see how far you can go? isn't it about enjoying pushing yourself to see how far you can go? since when was it about pushing yourself just so you can belong in a league of pple you perceive to be equally superior with yourself, and excluding those whom you perceive to the inferior?

hah. call this sour grapes. or whatever. its just pple like that, caught up in their own world of superiority and status, and who display every wish to be aloof from who they consider inferior, who have always irked me... and continue to do so, whether in sports, or school, or what. that desire for recognition and to be thought far superior than others, which for a short and regrettable while in my younger days had consumed me, has now become one of the things that most irritate me, one of those things i'm still struggling to learn how to respond less drastically and negatively to.

ok maybe i'm just really upset about how this week has been. being misunderstood and getting asked whats my problem when someone didn't read the sms and observe certain things carefully and just fired up at me, getting kneed in the cheekbone near my eye and not getting an apology at all (i suppose she really might not have realised that she kicked me, but the blue-black is proof enough of it anyway), getting a really uptight umpire, getting an opponent who'd say 'thank you' when one of my teammates accidentally threw the ball in her direction (the ball was meant to go to the person behind my opponent) and who'd yell 'yay' when her team managed to intercept the ball in their goal circle... like -speechless-. *rolls eyes*.

if you don't understand this post, what the heck. its better if you don't anyway, considering the quite unedifying worked up state i'm in now, this is probably not a very worthy read. argh.

Lord, please please please grant me more understanding and patience!

home alone and no space to breathe

Pride is a very draining thing. That desire for more, to be thought of as better, smarter. And when the blow comes, where is your pillar of support? You were nothing except your belief that you were something. And now when everything else is stripped away, what are you? what do you have? what will you do?

*sigh*

- brainwashing in progress -