today's the 30th. Not that it bears any kind of significance to me. But im feeling very apprehensive about the new year that is approaching. 2003 seems so scarey. so many possibilities. so much unknown. argh. im sounding so much like some kind of psycho or someone who suffers from some kind of phobia of the future. Itz just that 2002 has treated me bad. Real bad. ya, of course it bought some good. But the good has been totally washed down, drowned out, by all the baaaaad.
let me take this moment to recall all that have past............
(recycled from an earlier post heh. but added stuff.)
JAN-FEB was spent @ srjc...i must admit it was fun.my classmates were a different bunch of people...first time i experienced sch life outside of PL....the volleyball sessions.the stupid dance audition..ooh! and that horrible tennis trial..i mean, what was i thinking?...ha,actually im glad i went thru all that.
MARCH...i was alrdy pon-ing sch.ha! such stupid girl i was(or still am?)...when you're in a jc for the 1st 3mths...you tend to pick out all the faults..and proclaim that xxxxJC sucks and that you are definately not gonna stay(unless of course you're in the top 5 jcs...)anyway there i was...poning sch like no body's business..up to a point where my CT had to call me up. decided to officially quit sch to stop her from bugging me over the phone.end of march..got the dreadful results..16..hmph..i was aiming for a 12 or better.where on earth can a 16 bring me? cj of cuz..sr was out the question..how cld i go back there?
APRIL-MAY was spent trying to adjust to reality.2mths to adjust?yes it was that hard.
friend:"so kat,howz cj?"
me:"ok loh."
friend:"ur class?"
me:"ok loh."
friend:"how many guys?"
me:*stick out my fingers and toes,and start to count*"hm,abt 16"
friend:"wa! den how many girls?"
me:"let's see..if i add myself..it comes up to a grand total of 3 girls in my class"
friend:"...."
what theeeeeee???? so little za borrrrrr in my classssss? i will dieeee...what abt girl-bonding?what abt emergency pad needs?what abt honing my group hearding instinct of mass toilet migration?
actually it was getting better...not great fun but can survive.....barely heh.
JUNE i realised i wanted out.out of cj...into the wonderful world of poly.next to jc...poly seemed to be perfect.freedom..no one to bug you.no one to scold u.no one naggin at you...its you on your own...cant weally remember what i did in june. but towards the end i got real panicky.I didnt know a single thing about organic chem. or circular measure or mathematical induction and my common test was upon me.
JULY (aka the dark ages)-During this dark period of my life. i totally felt like S H I T. i think no other word can describe it better. I went to school with a single objective---to get the hell out of there.(ironic eh?) Anyhows, my CT results were out and yes, u've guessed it- F F F. no im not sprouting profanities. that's my grades.
AUGUST cant really recall much. Only National day.spent it with jo. it was the 1st time i saw fireworks haha.sua ku? maybe...but i remember that day was such a nice,happy one. oh ya, i gave up the dream of poly. And pursued my new dream of getting a place in another jc (be4 i get kicked out of cj) rather shamelessly. Called up yj, got a place.And from then now,felt a teeny weeny bit better. A fresh new start was definately welcomed my dark ages.
SEP-OCT promos. i took some pprs.and sat out on some. my results? F F F. haha. my records oso states i was absent for 15days and late twice. Some of my classmates were rather shocked when they saw my records. they were like "u sure not?15 days only meh?!" They claimed i had this pattern for not coming to sch, come on the short days and pon on the long ones. makes alot of sense don't you think? When i do go to sch, i dun get the hi-s and hello-s, i get the dramatised "shocked" look and dumb,sarcastistic comments like "new girl ah?" "what's ur name again?" "damn,i lost the bet" "are u sure ure in the correct class?"
arghhhhh...stupid guys.they like to get on my nerves... kick their hairy butts!
FASTFORWARD. to now. holidays have come and gone. 30th...we're kinda like on the bridge..crossing over to 2003. i weally weally weally weally hope that 2003 treats me better.
On the bridge, make new years resolution ya?
My sis's resolution for 2003 are...
1: to finally rid of her "tiny" spare tyre
2: to not bear grudges.
pretty good resolutions dun u think?
i'll ponder on mine later....
HEY!!!!!! 2003 has loads of good movies!!! *excited* lets see...they have legally blonde 2, charlie's angels 2, the matrix reloaded, terminator 3, tomb raider 3...hey and maybe next year around this time there'll be LOTR 3 haha. i'm not a fan. Honestly i hated the 1st movie. I wldn't have watched the 2nd one if jo didn't get those free tickets. From someone who doesn't follow the LOTR book series, i think the 2nd movie is much better. I enjoyed it even. Which means those producers are doing a great job to even entertain a non-fan like me heh. quick! ask me whose my fave character!!!!!---Ssssssmeeegurre (the one that goes "preciousssssssss...")
this is very interesting and funny...a man code. a code where all guys have to abide by...snds like bullshit? well, read it and find out...
THE MAN CODE This is it. So it has been written, so it shall be....The CODE
1. Thou shall not rent the movie Chocolate.
2. Under no circumstances may 2 men share an umbrella.
3. Any man who brings a camera to a bachelor party may be
legally killed and eaten by his fellow partygoers.
4. When you are queried by a buddy's wife, girlfriend, mother,
father, priest, shrink, dentist, accountant, or dog walker,
you need not and should not provide any useful information
whatsoever as to his whereabouts. You are permitted to deny
his very existence.
5. Unless he murdered someone in your immediate family, you
must bail a friend out of jail within 12 hours.
6. You may exaggerate any anecdote told in a bar by 50 percent
without recrimination; beyond that, anyone within earshot is
allowed to call BULLSHIT. (Exception: When trying to pick up
a girl, the allowable exaggeration rate rises to 400 percent).
7. If you've known a guy for more than 24 hours, his sister
is off-limits forever.
8. The minimum amount of time you have to wait for another guy
who's running late is 5 minutes. For a girl, you are required
to wait 10 minutes for every point of hotness she scores on
the classic 1-10 babe scale.
9. Complaining about the brand of free beer in a buddies
refrigerator is forbidden. You may gripe if the temperature
is unsuitable.
10. No man is ever required to buy a birthday present for
another man. In fact, even remembering a friends birthday is
strictly optional and slightly gay.
11. Agreeing to distract the ugly friend of a hot babe that
your buddy is trying to hook up with is your legal duty. Should
you get carried away with your good deed and end up having sex
with the beast, your pal is forbidden to speak of it, even at
your bachelor party.
12. Before dating a buddy's "ex", you are required to ask his
permission and he in return is required to grant it.
13. Women who claim they "love to watch sports" must be treated
as spies until they demonstrate knowledge of the game and the
ability to pick a buffalo wing clean.
14. If a man's zipper is down, that's his problem--you didn't
see nothin'.
15. The universal compensation for buddies who help you move
is beer.
16. A man must never own a cat or like his girlfriend's cat.
17. When stumbling upon other guys watching a sports event,
you may always ask the score of the game in progress, but you
may never ask who's playing.
18. When your girlfriend/wife expresses a desire to fix her
whiny friend up with your pal, you may give her the go-ahead
only if you'll be able to warn your buddy and give him time
to prepare excuses about joining the priesthood.
19. It is permissible to consume a fruity chick drink only
when you're sunning on a tropical beach... and it's delivered
by a topless supermodel... and it's free.
20. Unless you're in prison, never fight naked.
21. A man in the company of a hot, suggestively dressed woman
must remain sober enough to fight.
22. If a buddy is outnumbered, out manned, or too drunk to
fight, you must jump into the fight. Exception: If within the
last 24 hours his actions have caused you to think, "What this
guy needs is a good ass-whoopin", then you may sit back and
enjoy.
23. Phrases that may NOT be uttered to another man while weight
lifting:
"Yeah, baby, push it!"
"C'mon, give me one more! Harder!"
"Another set and we can hit the showers."
"Nice ass, are you a Sagittarius?"
24. Never hesitate to reach for the last beer or the last slice
of pizza, but not both. That's just plain mean.
25. If you compliment a guy on his six-pack, you better be
referring to his beer.
26. Never join your girlfriend/wife in dissing a buddy, except
when she's withholding sex pending your response.
27. Never talk to a man in the bathroom unless you're on equal
footing: either both urinating or both waiting in line. In all
other situations, a nod is all the conversation you need.
28. If a buddy is already singing along to a song in the car,
you may not join him...too gay.
-----After reading the rules...u can see what is most important to a guy...things that no guy will give up no matter what.Cuz it actually defines what he is....
it's sex...and the other one is....yes,you've guessed it...his ego.
but guys arent all abt just sex and himself................right?
ann got me a disco ball! haha aint that cool? i hanged it at my window.hehe. when i have the money i'll get myself the super huge one. or maybe like the ones they have at miss selfidge.heh thanks ann! i lurveee it~
jo is gone. he left me. . i miss him.
I'm kinda worried. what if something happens to him? like what if he gets tricked into following someone to this foreign hotel and they force him to star in some sicko porn film and after that they kill him and they sell his internal organs? or what if something like X-files happen--like what if he stared into the mirror too long and he gets sucked in,therefore wiping out his whole existence? what if he gets separated from his family? what if there was a terrorist attack?
Ive got the cough. does that sound weird? ive got the cough. no one says that right? only ive got the flu. im down with the flu.
'ive got the cough' is wrong. If it was right,den people would go around saying "hey man i cant go out, ive got the sneeze."
hm anyway,coughing like a hag these days. to no end. My brain is experiencing such a strain whenever i cough.The feeling is like my brain being held by two men.Not jst any men but those ARNOLD SWORD-SEE-NAY-GERRRR type of men.And the moment i cough, These muscle men grab my brain and squeeze all my smart juices out....My throat feels like it is riping apart from inside...oh gawd...
Presently im drowning myself with huge amounts of cough mixture...so much so that i think that cough mixture is quite tasty...
this has been a really slow day? probably cuz i have nothing to do..bah...as joel wld say.."sad case"...
let's see.i tried to occupy myself with stuff to do....like eating! oh no. was munching on the big heart shape cookie peie char n "pauline" made me,sitting on the couch and doing some channel surfing...soon after i felt like i had to get up to do some kind of exercise so i changed and went down to the gym. hopped onto the treadmill and programed it for a 5km run.haha.i only did 3km..cldnt take it haha.hm 3km in a speed of 7.2km/h so that means..i took a total of.....hm.my maths really sucks duno how to calculate haha. after that exhausting run,i went on to do 50 sit-ups.den i cycled for a few mintues den i climbed up 11 flights of stairs to my house.Upon reaching my doorstep, i swung open the door and was greeted by my dad commenting "back already?so fast." what the??? after such pig-sweating,chest-heaving,painful-panting,face-flushing exercise and he says that? hm..oh well...
I proceded to take a shower,i was so tired that I used my sister's towel by accident haha and i even forgot to bring fresh clothes in haha. After that, jo called me. Told me abt his day.I can say for sure his day was ten times more interesting den mine. He told me about going to his friend's condo to play tennis. Sounds normal u say....well...think again. It's some condo that's worth a total of $6000000000000000 imagine that! A six million dollar condo ha! Hearing joel desrcibe its interior made it sound like some fantasy castle in one of those disney fairytales or one of those beach houses in malibu(think bachelor)
let me see if i got it right...they have a
1:a swimming pool which actually surrounds the whole condo! and it looks like a fountain
2:doormans everywhere
3:a guy who stay by the water cooler to clean of ur fingerprints after u drink from it
4:toilets where you could just lie on the floor.frangent smells lingering around. The Slightest whiff of ammonia,complain and in goes a group of cleaners would rush in and clean the toilet again.(woah talk abt power heh.)
5:tennis courts that amazed joel.cant say much abt this.duno anything abt tennis.
Conclusion:a six million dollar condo offers not only excellent and lavish living conditions but also the use of human slaves haha.
anyway...i realised something...abt joel : ) he can be quite sweet with his words hehe. like...joel was strongly against tannlines haha.he hated it and mentioned time and time again that it disgusts him.and not too long ago.i went sentosa.so i got me some tannlines(not on purpose! me was trying to stay white haha) and now joel says it looks sexy on me hahaahahahhahahhahaha isnt he nice?
hm took this personality test and realise it quite true! ha amazing...
What's there to say about you? You're an initiator of change and are keenly in tune to possibilities... you're enthusiastic, and it's contagious...you're tireless in the pursuit of newfound interests... You can anticipate the needs of others, and offer them needed help and appreciation. You bring zest, livelihood, and fun to all aspects of your life...
You're agreeable, sociable, outgoing and like to imagine yourself in the future... who will you marry? what type of work will you do? where will you live? All questions you ask yourself...you like to keep your options open...you're imaginative...curious...you prefer to understand than judge..
You see endless possibilities. You hate to be boxed into anything -- like a career -- for life...so you hesitate and resist making decisions...always look for new and novel...
You like a learning environment where the teacher takes a personal interest in you...You're motto might be: "There's always a better way or a better answer.."... when you're committed to something, you are enthusiastic to the point of preaching to the whole world about it (...like the Storm Palace?)
Your style of organization is... well, personalized. Others don't really see you as organized, though, do they? YOU know what's where, and there's a "method to your madness," huh?
You have a hard time separating work from leisure, since you have fun while you work. You're always on the lookout for new things... you like learning with others, so you'll invite 'em to join you at films, plays and classes.
When you fall in love, you study the other person in every way. The one you fall in love with is "the best ever" a lot, huh? Sheesh. But others feel unconditionally loved by you ....you fall head over heels and get in love FAST. You are charming...full of vitality...you treat others with sympathy, gentleness, and warmth...
Last part: watch out for losing your focus 'cause you wanna try too many ideas at the same time... you don't prioritize, so you can overload...also, because you're just a fun-loving animal, you might not complete important work and basic responsibilities...
great song.
Artist/Band: david charvet
title: leap of faith
I - I saw you with the look in your eyes
is he come back to make you cry
i am the one to set you free
i need your love so desperately
baby i just need you xxxx a leap of faith (i dun think that the xxxx means any vulgarities hehe)
every promise i make ill never break
let me take your hands ill lead the way
ill wait forever baby
until the stars come crashin down
until the moon no longer shines
thats how long ill wait for you
thats how long ill wait for you
youre the meaning to my life
and until the end of time
thats how long ill wait for you
thats how long ill wait for you
Dont - be afraid to get too close
im gonna love you like you never know
open your heart and come with me
i need you want you cant you see
and if we are oceans apart
you will always be here in my heart
and ill always wait for you
ill always wait for you
Found a great story...descriptive and interesting..and i like the meassage the story is bringing across : )
~Appointment with Love~
Six minutes to six, said the great round clock over the information booth in Grand Central Station. The tall young Army lieutenant who had just come from the direction of the tracks lifted his sunburned face, and his eyes narrowed to note the exact time. His heart was pounding with a beat that shocked him because he could not control it. In six minutes, he would see the woman who had filled such a special place in his life for the past 13 months, the woman he had never seen, yet whose written words had been with him and sustained him unfailingly.
He placed himself as close as he could to the information booth, just beyond the ring of people besieging the clerks...
Lieutenant Blandford remembered one night in particular, the worst of the fighting, when his plane had been caught in the midst of a pack of Zeros. He had seen the grinning face of one of the enemy pilots.
In one of his letters, he had confessed to her that he often felt fear, and only a few days before this battle, he had received her answer: "Of course you fear...all brave men do. Didn't King David know fear? That's why he wrote the 23rd Psalm. Next time you doubt yourself, I want you to hear my voice reciting to you: 'Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, for Thou art with me.'" And he had remembered; he had heard her imagined voice, and it had renewed his strength and skill.
Now he was going to hear her real voice. Four minutes to six. His face grew sharp.
Under the immense, starred roof, people were walking fast, like threads of color being woven into a gray web. A girl passed close to him, and Lieutenant Blandford started. She was wearing a red flower in her suit lapel, but it was a crimson sweet pea, not the little red rose they had agreed upon. Besides, this girl was too young, about 18, whereas Hollis Meynell had frankly told him she was 30. "Well, what of it?" he had answered. "I'm 32." He was 29.
His mind went back to that book - the book the Lord Himself must have put into his hands out of the hundreds of Army library books sent to the Florida training camp. Of Human Bondage, it was; and throughout the book were notes in a woman's writing. He had always hated that writing-in-habit, but these remarks were different. He had never believed that a woman could see into a man's heart so tenderly, so understandingly. Her name was on the bookplate: Hollis Meynell. He had got hold of a New York City telephone book and found her address. He had written, she had answered. Next day he had been shipped out, but they had gone on writing.
For 13 months, she had faithfully replied, and more than replied. When his letters did not arrive she wrote anyway, and now he believed he loved her, and she loved him.
But she had refused all his pleas to send him her photograph. That seemed rather bad, of course. But she had explained: "If your feeling for me has any reality, any honest basis, what I look like won't matter. Suppose I'm beautiful. I'd always be haunted by the feeling that you had been taking a chance on just that, and that kind of love would disgust me. Suppose I'm plain (and you must admit that this is more likely). Then I'd always fear that you were going on writing to me only because you were lonely and had no one else. No, don't ask for my picture. When you come to New York, you shall see me and then you shall make your decision. Remember, both of us are free to stop or to go on after that - whichever we choose..."
One minute to six - he pulled hard on a cigarette.
Then Lieutenant Blandford's heart leaped higher than his plane had ever done.
A young woman was coming toward him. Her figure was long and slim; her blond hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears. Her eyes were blue as flowers, her lips and chin had a gentle firmness. In her pale green suit, she was like springtime come alive.
He started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was wearing no rose, and as he moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips.
"Going my way, soldier?" she murmured.
Uncontrollably, he made one step closer to her. Then he saw Hollis Meynell.
She was standing almost directly behind the girl, a woman well past 40, her graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump; her thick-ankled feet were thrust into low-heeled shoes. But she wore a red rose in the rumpled lapel of her brown coat.
The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away.
Blandford felt as though he were being split in two, so keen was his desire to follow the girl, yet so deep was his longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned and upheld his own; and there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible; he could see that now. Her gray eyes had a warm, kindly twinkle.
Lieutenant Blandford did not hesitate. His fingers gripped the small worn, blue leather copy of Of Human Bondage, which was to identify him to her. This would not be love, but it would be something precious, something perhaps even rarer than love - a friendship for which he had been and must ever be grateful.
He squared his broad shoulders, saluted and held the book out toward the woman, although even while he spoke he felt shocked by the bitterness of his disappointment.
"I'm Lieutenant John Blandford, and you - you are miss Meynell. I'm so glad you could meet me. May...may I take you to dinner?"
The woman's face broadened in a tolerant smile. "I don't know what this is all about, son," she answered. "That young lady in the green suit - the one who just went by - begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said that if you asked me to go out with you, I should tell you that she's waiting for you in that big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of a test. I've got two boys with Uncle Sam myself, so I didn't mind to oblige you."
By Sulamith Ish-Kishor
from A 3rd Serving of Chicken Soup for the Soul
Copyright 1996 by Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen
*we interupt this blog for a very important announcment*
ATTENTION TO FRIENDS OF KAT !!!
you may commence countdown to dec 9.spread the word pple heh.geee,actually i have no idea what to do on my bdae...must i do something?got any ideas anyone?besides yummy's idea of touring singapore?!haha
hm.me n jo got new games! but one of them screwed up on me.bah! the price to pay for supporting pirated gds..
