Random Thought Bubbles

I had my hair cut at the Alan Salon in Brunei a few days ago. Apparently Mr Alan's got quite a few awards... but he wasn't around and I wanted my haircut so someone else cut my hair. Anyway, after being spoilt rotten by William, I keep fearing that any other haircut I get by any other hairdresser might turn out bad. But I've been meaning to get a haircut for a while now and I can't keep relying on William since he keeps giving free haircuts even though our deal is over (the poor thing! =P)... so let's give Alan Salon Brunei a go. Haha!

So leh, to keep things 'safe' I just told the guy to cut my hair assymmetrical like it already is and pointed to the picture in the magazine he brought out (and the picture was coincidentally a model from Toni&Guy UK) for the short bit I wanted on the sides. It so isn't the same as the mag but it turned out pretty good either way... and since I haven't had anything worthwhile to do for quite a while I spent the night after my haircut being a narcissist. Hehe! Taking picture of self not easy OKAY! I must've taken almost a hundred shots of myself. Haha... so mengada! There are only 2 or 3 I like. This is how I look like now =) I'm particularly proud of it because it looks like someone took it for me =D

I was going through the little file where I keep all my poems. They date all the way back to 1999. The frequency at which I write in it has diminished as the years progressed which is somewhat a good thing because I only write when there is sorrow to be dispelled. It is my diary so to say. The poems mostly don't have titles but I date them and each poem conjures up the memories and emotions of the poem's situation. I do not keep it under lock and key because no one would understand the words, even in prose I seem to write in riddles. Today I read through it again and I rediscover myself and also that I suck at writing poetry but that's beside the point.

Where I was erratic and a complete frantic case, I have learnt to be calm; where I was sorrowful and bleak about the future, I have learnt to be optimistic; where I was overtly sensitive, I have learnt to check myself and understand the reason behind me being moody that day. This is where I grew the 'right' way.

Suddenly it strikes me as humourous, the way the characters of the poems evolved over time, from a thoroughly confused little girl cowering in a dark corner writing by candlelight (because that was, in her opinion, the best way to evoke the demons) to self-pity and insolence at times to stubborn surrender (if there is such a thing) with the half-hearted attempts at poetry in paragraphs instead of verses because it became difficult to compose the words in fractured sentences to realizing that I keep writing the same words but in different sequences all on the same topic... over and over again and finally acceptance where most days I am not affected by past wounds and I'm taking each day as it comes. You know all that corny 'Today is special. That's why it's called the PRESENT' kinda stuff. The gruelling road to these self renovations just seems so... unnecessary. What I mean is, I now feel that all the brooding and mucking around sad was so unrequired. The important bit was the part where I finally got to the instance of realization for the matter at hand. The numero uno answer to the question. The key that finally opens the door. The sweet rain of clarity on my psyche. Then again, I am a stubborn person... I'd never learn otherwise =P And I am still young and silly.

The latest entries are from early this year when so much was happening. Some more recent pages have been torn out or scribbled over in a rage or in disappointment.. whatever, but sometimes I am still surprised at what comes from my pen (or pencil... I like writing in pencil... I know my words are transient, too =P).

I actually got quite tired reading about myself today (Haha!)... I can get quite monotonous and boring, like, snap-outta-it/get-on-with-it boring. But obviously you people would know too *embarrassed grin* And I never seem to completely finish off a thought...

Even though I'm not good I shall post poetry =P because I can =P

---- From a time I was sleeping the days away ----

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Ok lah, I'm done rambling =) Thank you for reading. Hehe! Oh oh, and here's a picture of Lina and me during convo =) Just for the heck of it! Go gym people! It's happy-fying and it keeps your collarbones visible =P heheh!

I went for my first ever threading session today! My mom was commenting how uneven and ugly my eyebrows were getting to be so while she was waiting for her manicure to dry and I'd just finish showering after gym (the manicure place is right beside the gym... it's a 'spa' konon) she suggested I get my eyebrows tidied up. The first time she'd commented I'd been defensive... of course... looks were being attacked... anyone would get defensive =P Anyway, the lady who did them bushy eyebrows up didn't do no funny side-to-side motions like the lady at that other threading place as described by Gowri. I was disappointed really but I didn't quite have the time to think about it because it was PAINFUL WEI. I do enjoy plucking my eyebrows. The feeling of removing 'unwanted' hair oddly feels like removing unwanted feelings. But just like Racine, when she had her first threading session, I began to tear. I shouldn't have laughed at her =P That little bit of thread can really pull out a whole bunch of hair at a time. OUCH! I don't know how people can thread a whole face or hand or leg or any other large bodily area for that matter. Sure cry one.

Today was also the day I met Nicky. She's Ling Tze's senior and for once I actually had a proper conversation on more important things aside from the local tavern gossip. We did the usual local politics/corruption, religion, marriage/divorce, Brunei culture and attitudes, social class/status/power and how Brunei is really still backward even though they try their best to project an image that's otherwise. I honestly did not expect a good talk tonight when told that we were going to meet up with her. Figured it was just another run-off-the-mill 'hello and goodbye I'll probably not see you again.'

Oh oh, and today I switched to Blogger Beta. It doesn't look very different... anddddd my brother was Mario again today. It was for Friday Night. Haha! I don't know how it went but they have a part where Mario dies and he had the 'Continue' and countdown going.

Sidenote: I feel like going to Chocz. I want drinking chocolate =(

SADDEST POEM

This is one of my favourite poems from him and it's sappy but I cry when I read it. It's straightforward and naked in all it's despair and I feel as if such words could spring forth from me if only I had the talent in arrangement. No embroidery with lavish images aside from the starry night sky and dew on grass. But so much is lost in translation the original must be a hundred times more forlorn. Just like chinese slapstick works only in chinese.

It appears Sixpence None The Richer made a song based on this poem. That is strange. Another thing to check out is 100 Love Sonnets by this fella too. Only some of the sonnets are available online though. Passionate betul!

Back to gyming for me. The days are rushing by again because all I do is eat, sleep and gym. Attempting Christmas shopping in Brunei is wholly frustrating. There's nothing I think is worth giving as a gift. Bah Humbug! Haha! Oh ya, new post on kecohppl for me... although it ain't nothing special either =P

http://kecohppl.blogspot.com/2006/12/capisha-da-shisha.html

The treadmill is a very good invention. One can run for miles without moving from that one spot, the contraption sits well in a room (maybe even an air-conditioned one) free from annoying bugs or more importantly mosquitoes (I hate mosquitoes. They seem to love me), free from people in your way (I don't like running around to get past), free from uneven surfaces (I happen to not like running on uneven surfaces) and free from doggy/cat/any kind of crap (eeps!) =P Gosh I sound so oidee-toidee uppity. Ah, the comforts of modern living.

So I'm running again... and it's exhilarating.

As long as I've jumped into my car with my trusty gym bag (which isn't really a gym bag... more like a go kai kai bag... it's just big enough to hold everything) I've beaten the bum monster back into its cave for another day. That and the fact that going to gym ain't free no more I'd like to fully utilize my membership.

Thud--thud--thud goes my trainers on the treadmill while my heart threatens to beat out of its cage like a little red bird almost freed. (I've never had good stamina... and probably never will... I ran everday for a month the last time I was at gym and never got anywhere, figuratively speaking =) even with all the pushing myself =P) Breathe evenly, you can do it. So goes a voice in my head. Don't stop, don't stop. If you stop, you'll stop the next time and the next and where will that get you?

Don't stop. Breathe in... Breathe out... annnddd Repeat...

First 10mins passes and I already wanna stop (yes, I know... so fast wanna stop already ah? hhaha... told you already what... I'm not a runner) and again I tell myself, don't give up! Don't you like it when you finish it all? HMMM? And I keep repeating these few sentences like a mantra against surrender, all the while wondering why I like to punish myself like this.

12 mins - ok ok... that's 7mins plus to go (it appears that when I do that I kinda 'trick' myself into thinking it's gonna end sooner than it is) you're not that tired really. Just lazy...

15 mins - eh, 5 more mins (for some reason I feel 5 mins is a short period of time) and I'll start to psycho myself again... ok ok, easy peasy 5 mins go! go! go! =P And I will be at peace with the world at the point where 20mins is up and I've run it all without stopping. It never fails to give me some sense of accomplishment although it's nothing much really. I like gym =) It makes me happy.

In other news, Mr. Gym Owner, I found out recently, is a member of Fahrenheit. Haha! I put a picture of him on my blog a year ago. I saw an article on him in the newspaper saying he's 'made Brunei proud' because he's gone and become known in Taiwan and that the group he's in is performing in Hong Kong... I suppose his girly boy looks do do the trick and I also think he's the best looking of the four member Fahrenheit. And he's also in the drama series Tokyo Juliet. Racine says it's bodoh. I agree =P So there you go, a famous Bruneian. Just for the heck of it, here's a picture.

YEESH! Blogger hasn't been adding pictures when it says it has for a while now. That is highly infuriating. I had to photobucket this photo... not like it's important in the first place but I suppose if anyone doesn't want to be irritated by blogger then USE PHOTOBUCKET! hehe =)

His name is now Wu Zhun from Goh Kiat Chun. So funny... I assume it's to cater to him being in a Taiwanese boyband. I think he used this picture for the gym business licence. It's hanging above the counter and I can see it's a studio photo... mengada betul! Haha! Passport photo also must use picture like this... =P Blea!

For the past week I've been religiously going to the gym and running my twenty minutes on the treadmill and hopefully still have the wind to jump on the cross-trainer and stride another twenty minutes out. However nowadays I've kinda lost my reasons to run because the last time I was such a gym freak I'd run out my frustrations, pump iron and go to every class I could/wanted to take until it was time to go hit the shower, go home, eat dinner, maybe blog and then fall completely exhausted into bed. Now, I'm generally in a good mood so running's kinda lost it's cause. And I find that I like running to Anything but Ordinary by Avril Lavigne (but I'm no Avril fan at all, it just feels good for some strange reason. It's the only song from her that I listen to anyway).

So aside from doing the routine of pumping iron on alternate days, step/pilates classes and running/cardio work everyday, I haven't been doing anything. Nope, nothing at all. I keep complaining about this don't I? Haha =P It's all been bicep curls, lateral pull, tricep and leg press, abdominal crunches, step-ups, hip raise, la di da... it's heavenly though. I love the rush of endorphin every single day. Hello my name is Marilyn, and I'm a gym and endorphin junkie... hee hee...

I am now at Coffee Bean after a gym session. My best friend is studying for her exam and I'm on the comp. It's a trend in Brunei to whip out your laptop at any blink zone in a cafe with a drink and type your afternoon/evening/night away instead of talking/catching up/kecohing. Honestly I don't understand the logic in that. When you go out with your friends it's supposed to be a kecohing session right? Automatic understanding no? Well, the cafes are usually quiet because of this exact reason. People are sitting around using the free wireless connection and chatting to other people (who may only be a few cafes away or at home in Brunei somewhere... sigh... the silliness of it all). I would understand if it's to do your work and you feel like doing it somewhere but this is getting to be borderline ridiculous.

Silliness aside, I accidentally joined the advance Step class. This is more or less an aerobics class but it's just lots of stepping here and there and on top of the Reebok step block thingy. It was so fast and the instructor just kept going, I was lost. Haha! I pride myself with being able to pick up dance steps really quickly but this was so fast-paced I stopped several times to scratch my head and laugh at myself becaue I couldn't keep up. I sweated buckets though... (well, my buckets isn't really buckets but I was drenched from just trying to make as if I was keeping up). Crazy!! The rest of the class obviously were regulars and I was the nubcaek. Good thing I don't feel embarrassed being completely lost in a exercise classes. I'm definitely going again! It was alot like dancing around the step block. Not very canggih steps but the instructor stops for no one and she doesn't complete all the steps. Just calls out the steps, "Horseshoe! Step over! L step! Reverse horseshoe! Knee! Around the world! Back to the V! Step left! Cha Cha Cha! Bounce! Jumping Jack! And REPEAT!" (like what?! Haha!) Loved it though. Superb cardio workout.

I guess that's about all I'll be doing till I go back to KL again on the 2nd of Jan with my brother. I'll be flying from KL to Auckland with the rest of them who are going to Auckland too... most likely on the 28th unless we can get an earlier flight. I shall hope to reduce the 27.2% of me that's fat to 20% like the last time I was going to gym oh so regularly. Even though running does give me alot of time to think but so far I think I've been dry creatively. Rather not blog when I've got nothing interesting to say or no interesting pictures either. Hehe! Gosh I miss KL and all the people there and my brother =)

Oh I forgot to mention, Kah Heng shaved his head and posted pictures of the event on the Kecoh Ppl blog... OMG! Haha. Hope your new beginning works out Kah Heng... =)

I'm back in Brunei if anyone wants to know! =P I've been back since the 6th of November and that makes a week at home. As always nothing else has changed and I'm back to being a bum and an even worse one at that because I haven't even bothered to blog since I've been back... haha. That is strange. Last time I was back my blog kept growing more links. Anyway,

Latest adventure is helping my best friend in her English Lit assignment thingy. I'm reading up on Sylvia Plath's poem 'Daddy'. Ling Tze only called me up Sunday after I told her I was back Monday to tell me she has this assignment that's due this Thursday *eeps!* and it was supposed to be one of those term long poetry reading journals. Now it has to be done in a week. Haha... ah well. 13 weeks worth of an assignment squashed up into a few days worth... I'm looking forward to using my obviously rusty poetry analyzing skills. Aside from that, I've basically been quite idle... and I've only started reading up on 'Daddy' =P

Picture time! Well these are pilfered off Racine so everyone probably has seen them too. But I don't care! Hehe! Cleo 11th Birthday Bash at Zouk. The bunch of us went and I got a free bag for being best dressed! Then again being best dressed at that event wasn't much. The rest of the crowd didn't look very appealing either. I looked super disco compared to a whole lot of them. Blea... it was as if no one bothered to stick to the theme. The good thing was I only spent RM8.90 for my loopy earrings to be 'disco'... konon. Haha!

And since Blogger has again decided I have added enough pictures because it's stopped adding pictures for me I will stop here. I shall blog my free bag on the kecoh site. haha! =)

Aiya, since I haven't had anything funny or remotely interesting to say for such a long time... Here's a picture... I went to William's yesterday and got a haircut and Ricky dyed my hair ash blue... (another word of greyish blue really) it was supposed to be a sky blue but there wasn't enough time to bleach my hair till the appropriate shade of platinum blonde. It was, as always, a very satisfying experience nonetheless =) William enjoys making my hair asymmetrical and so I am yet again heavy on my right and light on my left. Haha! But this time there's no shaved portion and if I wanna even it out there's always a chance to have Milla Jovovich's (pronounced yo-vo-vitch) haircut in the MNG advertisements since the shorter side's more or less on the same lines anyway. Happy-fying indeed!

My teeth are getting more an more crooked!! And I have tried probably a million times to blog the rest of my shots side and back but blogger just doesn't wanna add anymore... so screw it la!

The theme this time around was their 'Raw' collection. The word 'raw' sounded awfully punk and shaved and distinctly stare inducing. I cringed slightly at the thought of it. It's supposed to be translucent, seamless cuts and erm... I can't remember the other words they used to describe it. Anyway, William said it was mostly 'commercial', which was good because it meant I wasn't sitting in his chair at the risk of becoming a punky collection cut. Hee hee! It was amusing how Ricky didn't even tell me what colour he was putting in my hair till I got out of the shampoo chair and in front of the mirror. Greyish blue! I suppose they know me well enough to know that I won't mind too much about whatever colour goes into my hair... since I have tried almost every colour sensible (or not!) except probably pink =P

I guess from the picture everyone can tell I just got a trim and got more taken off on the left =) no jaw-dropping change in hairstyle like the last time =P Just another day I get my hair shampooed and cut and blow-dried and dyed (so at the moment there's greyish blue, black and brown in my hair)... mmmm... =) I don't know if I'll ever let my hair grow long again. I enjoy short hair too much. It's also nice to see that both Ricky and William really like doing their jobs. I hope I still have that love for my job when I'm older. Oh and William's a senior now... which means his hair-cuts would take you back RM100 O_o wah!

So I've been bumming around in KL at my brother's expense and generally being a housewife and errand boy. Being is Vista does still give me a sense of home though... I mean it's been my home for about 3 years and everything about it is comfortable. Soon I shall be uprooted again and off to Auckland. I finally got my offer letter so now all I gotta do is get my visa done and get on that plane to the land where there's more sheep than people.

I should be going back to Brunei on the 3rd of Nov, after the much awaited silly meeting with someone from the university of Auckland on the 2nd. Hopefully all goes well.

I found a jacket that I really like in Zara. It's super kewl but I think it won't be enough to keep me warm. I look like a skinny white Kenny with the hood up. (the jacket's the puffy kind with metal clasps and a hood with furry trimmings)... but I suppose I could easily freeze in it's 100% nylon outershell, 100% polyester lining and filling and be a frozen iced marshmallow instead.

More when I actually feel like writing...

Isn't funny how there's always a phrase for everything like this one...

I hate it when there's a fork in the road and choosing one will mean you don't get to see what happens with the other. I wish there was a save option, come back to this point and try the other way thingy. Rewind, here?, okay go on that other way.

It's annoying how closing doors, making decisions and closing off options is overwhelmingly scary and there's that chance that you'll regret choosing the road less taken or the road always taken or the road you didn't want to take in the first place or the road you thought you wanted... whatever. It sucks. Then at the point where it turns to regret you wish with all your heart you hadn't said this or hadn't done that or had said this or had done that. Always the same tape being played in your head, 'Stupid cow, ou're such a big mess. Now why you go and do that to yourself?' At that point I feel like running away and disappearing.

I say that I'm content to go with the flow now... that everything that comes by I'll take like a good little soldier. I've been doing fine and most days it keeps me sane because there are no more whispering monsters. But today it got to me...

I'm blogging from my best friend's MacBook at Coffee Bean. Haha! I feel like a busy person. I don't actually know what model of Apple it is... but it says MacBook at the bottom of the screen. Hehe! Apple rocks but too bad everyone uses Windows instead. The only gripe I've got about this thing is I don't like about this laptop at the moment is the touchpad. I can't just tap the touchpad twice to click or double-click. The graphics for the little menus kick-ass though... I want!! Hehe!

I'm told Apple is good because few people make viruses for it... but I was also told that there were recent incidences of Macs exploding on tables and in people's laps. Ah well... always with the good and bad. Just like my phone... only after I buy it do I read reviews of the K750i not being up to par because it's joystick ain't reliable, like all other Sony Ericsson phones with joysticks (they should start calling the dumbstick then... haha, since it's so unreliable). I get the feeling that these people are just exaggerating since I've had my phone for about half a year it's still ok. I've dropped it a bunch of times though (hehe! I learnt not to drop it too many times... Sony Ericsson ain't no Nokia 3310 that'll survive almost any fall(s)). It's definitely not as lasting.

Anyway, today I went to a Halal Convention. Yes, that's right... you read right. Ling Tze wanted to go check it out... I don't know why... she has a friend there... so ya, we went and met up and got free samples and a free dinner. We went one round around the exhibition, met a bunch of people we didn't know (two from the Ministry of Agriculture haha!) and was told that the cheese supplier was giving away stuff on Friday... hehe! Guess we'll be back there then to get free fetta cheese =) Did you know that there is such a thing as a halal water filter? I thought halal was just for livestock... I didn't think it even extended to vegetables. Now there's WATER in the equation? Apparently there's something in the filter that should be religiously right. What will they think of next? Halal clothes? Wait... actually haha... that exists already... oopsie! =P

A small car just passed by the cafe. It's stereos were so LOUD I could feel the vibration from my chair as it passed by. How could anyone sit in a thing that noisy? I forgot how silly people here can be about their cars. It used to be excessively large exhausts... I think that's died down... Now it appears it's excessively loud stereos again. Oh ya, another fad is using your laptop at any free cafe blink zone... preferably Coffee Bean, CoffeeZone (that's a Brunei coffee place), Chill? and maybe Dome or some other place... I don't really know anymore... I wouldn't be surprised if there's probably no more. I have a feeling I've written about this before. I can't remember. People in Brunei flock to anywhere that provides a free service, gives out free samples, promises free coupons, free this-or-that. I feel sad for this place. I went to the only other mall and there's no more Guess (only the handbag and kids sections remain in the nicer mall) and everything is local... No MNG, No Zara, No Topshop (we never had any of these three), No Levi's (that closed down too) and No more Delifrance (that closed down recently as well)... the local shopping scene is pathetic. =P

In airplane demonstrating the use of that yellow thingy =P


Christmas party with the very red and very itchy Jin Aun


Hai Fon measuring the size of his boobs

It's been a boring week spent mostly at home. My day starts when everyone else is having tea. I haven't seen the sun rise when I awake but I've seen the sun rise before I go to sleep a bunch of times. Then it's Astro till I'm too bored to even switch channels because I've been channel surfing all day. I'm left with the internet at night which is when I will blog or carry out an assortment of utterly useless (but often entertaining) games and activities.

'Hair Mask' gunk and the clingwrap =P

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The following is an account of what I think I felt while packing before leaving for Coronade Hotel where my brother was staying and then jumping into a plane and leaving for home (meaning Brunei even though KL has been more of a home ever since I got so close with all you people, you know who you are...). I have no way of knowing whether this is just a figment of my overly romantic imagination or if I really was just sad to leave. I like to think that I was just sad to leave but I didn't cry... and I usually cry... maybe I'm just getting older and desensitized to goodbyes.

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So anyway, I'm the kind of person who can't do things in little portions. I just gotta get everything all at once... like packing for instance (hee hee!). I just couldn't get myself to start packing (in bits) so I'd have less to pack when it really came down to the very last day (sobs! which means I had a whole lot) ergh...

It's finally Sunday night but it's really just really early morning Monday and I haven't been sleeping because I've been hanging out at Ah Moo's place far longer than I should (entertainment central if ya'll didn't know that... but even that's past it's sell-by date boohoo!) and now it has come down to the time I absolutely need to pack. I sit in stated relunctance because I am in denial and I just don't want to move away. It is not because I love IMU or love Vista but because this place represents everything that has been happy, joyful, sad, painful, stressful, just downright memorable in the past 2 and a half years. There will never be another time like this, I tell myself as I sit at my window. I am trying to make myself cry so at least I can make sense of all the madness in my head because then at least I know I'm just really sad. The lack of tears is disconcerting. And when I do start packing the mountain of stuff I've accumulated in these 2.5 years is just that. A MOUNTAIN. I had 3 whole boxes, 2 luggage bags, one small backpack, one big hiking backpack, 1 hand-carry bag and another very ugly but quite big bag full of stuff. OMG... good thing I had my brother and his friends (who were in KL on holiday) to lug my stuff for me. Hehe. But I still had to leave a bunch of stuff at Sam's place... THANK YOU AMELIA and SAM =)

This was how much stuff I had to throw out. All my shoe boxes!!!

I filled the whole green thingy la. hahah!

In the midst of packing I just felt mechanical... as if it wasn't quite real, like I wasn't really moving away. Sigh... I had tons of stuff to throw out as well. The packing just went on and on and on... since I had refused to ask for help and insisted I could do it all alone... hehe... good thing Bryan (who wanted to send me to the airport too =)) and Chris asked if I needed help. THANKS GUYS! They helped me move my shelf and everything else either into Sam's place or Bry's car. Amelia came too (thanks for distributing the stuff I've gotta return!!) and we all piled into Bry's car and we (Chris, Amy, Bry and I) got driven to the hotel. I felt so loved =) I owe you guys so much...

These are the bottles I threw out before I left. Each bottle tells a story of a time when there was a themed party or when some crazy happened. There are the wine bottles for special occasions like my birthday, other none-special occasions (thanks for the one bottle ben, I haven't forgotten) and for the 'refined' cheese party that wasn't so refined after all. Tequila bottles and an Absolut and a tiny bit of Baileys for the Halloween party that had the least turn-out ever for any party ever organized by Ms. Van Wilder herself (oh well!) but where there was so much drink and so few people almost everyone turned out drunk (which is of course always excellent!) but Bryan didn't make to the toilet so puked all over the floor (because I was in the toilet.. but couldn't remember doing even that. Haha!). More Absolut (kurrant is nice) bottles for the time we had a 'lubang' party where Rac projectiled but didn't know it. Haha! More tequila bottles and that suspiciously small bottle of thai song for the time we had another party where I died and scandal ensued. The Bombay Sapphire for the time Lina and I left my own just after eos3 party to go party at Rush instead but not before downing several shots of the 'perfume water' that has a higher alcohol content than vodka. And, and, and all the other parties...

Nice pictures? Haha... Cherie took them. Rac's and Steph's birthday and me as the party decorator and party mood setter together with Bryan =)) The christmas tree's been there since last christmas... haha. We like to think it adds to a cheery atmosphere.

So anyway, I've been trying to blog for two days. And have failed miserably as you can tell from the lack of updates. Haha! Anywez, it's mostly because I've been trying to add lots of pictures into one blog and stubbornly telling myself that I can fit everything in one post. Maybe I just can't... but I don't know... I did do that super '4 days of crazy' post the last time and that came out alright... Then again it was mostly pictures from my camera phone which would've saved a whole lot of space... Blah! Now the pictures have loaded up and this blog is super long because of the sheer load of pictures to choose from.

In any case, as dedicated scribe for my bunch of crazy friends =) I shall continue with what was left of our last few days together as a group before people started moving out.

First, Racine's and Steph's birthday (I shall save the juicy picture for another day =P for those who know... MUAHAHA!!!). It was a none BBQ but BBQ party... haha... I found it funny because there was a barbecue pit but there were only sausages to barbecue and it appears that one cannot just buy marshmallows from Carrefour or Tesco but have to find a Cold Storage somewhere and get it there. Van tried but it was not to be... No marshmallows for us and no Chubby Bunny game... blea... oh ya, Chubby Bunny is a game I learnt at camp. It's when you stuff a marshmallow in your mouth and say 'Chubby Bunny'. Repeat till someone can't say 'Chubby Bunny' without choking. (Somehow I think I've typed that before). Bry and I decorated Bryan's place with lots of candles and christmas lights (look above) and a very sad looking banner... (look below) hee hee... ala me cause all he had was a little cardboard and some highlighters so I had to make the best of it. We also had a little lecture notes burning session. Hehe. That felt really good! I think it was the first time in a long while where we didn't have alcohol at a party... wait... we did have Baileys in the end... Haha! Okay, we still had alcohol, but everyone was so tired since it was just the day after the last day of EOS and just generally feeling the effects of getting old, no one really drank. Lina and I fell asleep on the beanie bag thingie together. Haha. I bet we looked like two old ladies having a cat-nap. Enjoy the pics =) there are alot more to go... hehe. Haven't been feeling very funny lately... pictures will have to do for now =P

Screamer and Racine with the quite sad banner

Dress code - Anything that has a cartoon.
No cartoon shirt? Make Mickey ears like Amelia!!


I tell you it was super just being able to sit around and DO NOTHING

Look at Bryan la...

Steph and Van =)

I look bad in this photo but I can't pass up on posting a totem photo =)

Racine and Steph and the quite sad banner again =P

Racine and the tall tall Van Ren

Die lecture notes DIEEEE!!!!

L to R - Michelle, Lina, Racine, Shirley
(That's the beanie thingie that Lina and I fell asleep on)

This is the Marilyn-is-studying-and-touching-her-face-again set =P

Trying to fit everyone in... hee hee... quite good la

Next, LUNA. Suddenly someone decided we should go 'chill' at Luna. We all went in three cars and happily piled out. I was happy till my dress caught in a hook on the side of Bran's car door and I coincidentally also 'slipped' out of the car. That's when my dress ripped a slit on the left side! Good thing it's not one of my more expensive pieces of clothing. I'da cried right there (yes, like a bimbo... Haha... but tell me which girl won't cry for her clothing or shoes?). So my evening started with a rip in my dress. Now that dress has a slit. And with all my cheerleading, dance and IMCC improv skills I tied a knot and the dress actually looks better! =P As always we did a toilet shoot. Hee hee! Quite a bit of the photos didn't come out though... but yuppers it was definitely fun! Ooo ya, dress code this time was dress, which explains why I was wearing a dress in the first place. Good thing I finally did my laundry that day (or maybe bad thing since I did rip the dress =P)

Need to potty?


I like this photo... too bad it's so dark =P




First try - Fail... completely uncoordinated Haha!

Second Attempt - Better... but BLUR!! ARGH!!

Third Attempt - It's always better to smile =))
but the composition looks bad... haha... oh well... fourth try's the charm?
Racine looks sweet here and Lina's got the 'come here' look. HAHAHA!

And finally, RUUMS. Juice had reported that RUUMS (it took over Channel... yes, the feng tau place) was a cool place to be and that it could accommodate 4000 people. (all of us didn't believe that) So, since Zouk has been religiously rejecting the underaged and we didn't want to resort to Poppy again we decided to go back there even though Kun Leng had already said it was playing techno when she got there earlier. Ling Wei had read that it was supposed to be 'Retro'. Haha. I was hoping for a make-shift 'Mambo Jambo' but of course it could never beat Zouk. SOOooOOoo... after fumbling through decisions (we've become quite good at changing plans at the last minute) we got to Ruums the lot of us and went in where the girls got ANOTHER free bottle just for arriving. The place is HUGE. It's got little nooks and crannies that look very good and those hanging bamboo chairs. The only thing missing is a good crowd... haha... but since we're a big bunch it didn't quite matter to us. Ruums needs a better dj though... he wasn't very bad but he wasn't very good either =P It was a weird mix R&B... I guess what was playing that night can be called R&B... haha... Plus, there was a Bryan lookalike who started dancing with us and at first we were all a little confused because we all thought it was Bryan for a while. Can't remember the fella's name but it was funny to see them dancing side by side. eheh!