Flash Rain Tests, assignments, presentations, datelines! Datelines! Slamming me at an alarming rate. Never have I been so stressed during a school term if you don’t count mugging for the exams. Fewer modules, but more assignments! Presentation! Journal papers! Omgosh. Killing me slowly man. But anyway, I got so bored while listening to a journal presentation today that I decided to illustrate the bewildering thing that I encountered earlier in the day while rushing to school. While dozing on the bus, I woke up to see droplets of rain on the windows. Shocked, I looked at the sky which looked so blue with a few white clouds floating happily in the sky. Blue sky with a light drizzle. Then, the bus moved a few metres down. While outside Civil Defence, the rain got steadily heavier, progressing to normal kinda rain., with the skies turning greyer. I was still at the same stretch of Jalan Bahar. Then, I reached my busstop. It was pouring like crazy. Like it has been raining for the longest time ever, with a dark gloomy sky with tonnes of grey clouds. Felt darn sad that I had to use my umbrella, and sian ’cause I was wearing covered shoes instead of my usual birkies, which were gonna get wet. Reluctantly, I opened my umbrella. And was thinking whether I should share my umbrella with the poor guy who doesnt have any. Decided that I was feeling anti social, and started crossing the road. Was stuck on the island in between the 2 roads when I looked at the guy without the umbrella again, and felt immensely guilty for not sharing my umbrella with him. But feeling anti social again, I decided to ignore the guilt and concentrate on crossing my road.. .. before I finally reached the busstop all safe and sound with the exception of my shoes feeling a little wet. *started folding my umbrella to put into the plastic bag* (yeah, very auntie I know.) AND THAT’S WHEN THE STUPID RAIN STOPPED. It stopped pouring so quickly, reverting back to the blue sky and a few white clouds state, that anyone who arrived 2mins after I did wouldnt have any idea that it had been pouring if not for the wet road. I could even stand outside of the busstop. It was such a what the hell moment. p/s: Pics courtesy of my beloved pink Sony T20. =)) Procrastination - Fuel for blogging As usual, procrastination strikes. And I realized, procrastination always leads me to blogging new entries. Am thankful that I have a blog full or words and not pictures, ’cause I shudder at that thought of resizing pics just to blog. OLLie is a busy girl who hates resizing pictures, so picture blog would normally end up dead, or dead for a long time. Here, I can chop chop type, chop chop post, chop chop go back to my work. Chop chop everything. Ha. Just went to the optician yesterday who declared that my degree has decreased (yay!!), but astigmatism has increased tremedously (FREAK!!!!!!!!), and recommended hard lenses to correct the astig by pressing the cornea back into shape. Wanna ask, does hard lens hurt alot? ’cause the guy told me it would hurt like crazy, and I’m freaking out at the thought of painful eyes, yet am freaking out even more at the thought of my astigmatism worsening like crazy. *dilemma* Giving up I decided to give it up. Why should I care when she doesnt care? Why should I put in so much, when she doesnt give a damn about her upcoming exams? Going missing, lying about this and that. To think I trusted her. I have decided that I’m not gonna care. I have my life to lead. I put my life on hold for more than a week for her, falling sick yet pretending I was alright ’cause I didnt want my parents to haul me back home so that I can stay with her, and I think it’s more than enough now. I’m not gonna care anymore. – Have never been a kid that missed home. I would gladly go over to someone’s house to stay, and enjoy the refreshing change of atmosphere, the company, the exciting things to play with. I could be a nomad if I want to. Surviving on what I have in my bag. But. This time round, I missed home like crazy. I miss chatting with my Mom and Dad, making them laugh with my silly antics, telling them about my day, about how annoying the prof was to post up so many reference papers. I missed my 2 pillows, cow cushion, mogu pillow, tofu cushion, 2 bolsters, eeyore cushion, santa cushion and big huge comfy blankie. I missed using my shampoo and shower foam, missed the familiar toilet bowl, and even the toothbrush that ought to be thrown away. I missed eating vegetables, and the wide selection of fruits that are readily available at home. But anyway, I’m home now. And I’m happy. =)) Sick while away from home Falling sick while being away from home sucks. No tender loving care from my Mom or Dad. No favourite pillows to hug. No cow cushion to cover my face with. No nice Manuka honey that I always eat while sick to aid me in my recovery. I only have my annoying inflammed throat + throbbing headache + swollen lymph nodes to accompany me. =((( On the Smell and Music in a Toilet Cubicle This post is inspired by Addict. =) Have you ever gone to the washroom, into the toilet cubicle, and the first thing that you do is to have a quick sniff of the cubicle to see if the previous occupant had taken a dump there? Have you ever walked right out of the cubicle wrinkling your nose and fanning yourself rapidly to get rid of the foul smell that you sniffed in, and joining back the uber long queue for toilet cubicles, willing yourself to wait for the next available cubicle instead of using the horrid smelling one? Have you ever caused the people behind you in the queue to wrinkle their noses too, and cast suspicious looks at the empty cubicle that has a cloud of invisible foul smell emitting, wondering whether they should risk smelling the odour for a minute, or if they should wait a few minutes more for the next empty cubicle? Have you ever gone to the cubicle, only to start listening to the sound music from cubicles beside you unconsciously? Have you ever chuckled to yourself, listening to the rapid spray of urgent pee finally being released, imagining how relieved the owner of the urgent pee must be? Have you ever controlled the release of your pee so that you can avoid making the same rapid spray of urgent pee so that people outside/beside your cubicle wouldnt chuckle while listening to your urgent pee finally being released, and imagining how relieved you must be? Have you ever hovered over a toilet bowl seat in a 马步 stance instead of wiping/laying multiple layers of toilet paper over the seat ’cause 1) It’s faster, and 2) You wouldnt have to touch your precious ass to the bacteria/virus -infested toilet seat? Have you ever wiped off the droplets of pee on the toilet seat AFTER you peed so that the next occupant who is gonna have a good look at you as you walk out of the cubicle wouldnt think that you are a disgusting toilet hoverer who drips pee all over the toilet seat? Have you ever held your breath when you hear “Poooooooooooooot!” or the subtle “domp!” “domp!” “domp!” of shit stool dropping a short distance into the water of the toiletbowl? Have you ever ran out of your cubicle holding your breath ’cause you don’t wanna take in any of the odour that might be floating over and under the partition that separates you and the person taking a dump next door? Have you ever stood in front of the mirror, wiping off the beads of perspiration and unsticking the strands of hair that have gotten stuck to your face due to the perspiration, and heaving a sigh of relief that the saga at the toilet is finally over, and you can go back out to join your friends/boyfriend/members of the opposite sex with a sheepish smile ’cause they were starting to think that you have dropped into a toilet bowl? I have. =) p/s: This article only applies to the Ladies. Chirpy Waking up early in the morning (alright, 8am isnt that early. But it’s early for a Saturday! *hollars*) to a breezy drizzling Saturday puts me into a damn good mood. Though my sleep was interrupted by the howls of the wind. But to hell with it. I’m feeling “lalalala. I’m happy, and there’s nothing that’s gonna get me down today!” kinda mood. Really chirpy, crazily smiling, and like the world’s really nice today. Weird huh? But I like this kinda feeling. =D Oh, I have this feeling that it’s the good weather plus old songs that contributing to the endorphins being released. Backstreet boys, Kelly Clarkson, Ace of Base’s All that She Wants, Stacie Oricco.. No sad songs for me today. =) Oh ya,  am eagerly anticipating my G900 on Monday. Hope it doesnt disappoint! Oh man! I’m in a dilemma. I have been drooling over the Sony Ericsson G900 for the longest time ever, and it’s now going for $198! But. (Yeah, there’s always a but.) Its 5 megapixel camera (though higher mega pixel than my K800i’s 3.2 megapixel) isnt as good as my K800i. It’s lacklustre, looking dull, and doesnt have the vibrancy that K800i has. Note: Higher megapixel camera doesnt necessarily means a better camera. Higher megapixels only means that one can print bigger sized photos, contrary to popular beliefs that higher megapixels = better. Anyhow, the dilemma is that I take loads of pictures with my handphone. Though I have my beautiful, bimbotic pink Sony T20 (yeah, outdated, but still damn good), I don’t always bring it around with me ’cause I leave my bag lying around in school. But!! The G900 has got wifi and touchscreen! And wifi is gonna be in all future phones! AND!! If I don’t get the phone by Friday, the price would go back to  $298! AND AND!! If I don’t use the contract to buy a phone now, my mom would just go ahead and buy a zero dollar phone for my younger sis. OH MAN. I’m in such a dilemma! *pulls hair in frustration!* My Gaydar is broken Went to New Urban Male with Biatcho the other day when omgosh, the NUM guy checked out Biatcho instead of me la. Note: Biatcho is a guy with hot legs. From the corner of my eyes, I saw the NUM guy standing behind Biatcho, checking out his legs. And when the NUM guy saw me noticing, he quickly averted his eyes. Then all through the time at the NUM shop, his attention was on Biatcho, and Biatcho only. Even when I was asking him some stuff about the Havaianas colours, he gave me this 敷衍 answer and quickly turned his attention back to Biatcho who was just browsing. Like wth. That’s when Biatcho told me to not take offense ’cause the guy’s probably gay, and not that he didnt wanna notice me. O.O Oh well. Inspired by that guy, we decided to go gays spotting. According to Biatcho, there’s this code among the community that if they were looking for sex, they would just don a backpack and walk around the top level of Raffles City. Refusing to believe him, I decided to go along to have a look. And true to his words, we spotted a few couples, one with a backpack, the other without, leaving hurriedly when they got together. Some even had arms over the other’s shoulder. That’s when I realized that my gaydar is broken. ’cause I couldnt detect whether they were gays if they werent together, along with the backpack thing. Biatch, who has loads of encounters of gays stalking him didnt have any of that problem, and could spot one in a moment’s notice. Hmmmm… I think lesbians in Singapore are much more open than the gays in Singapore. ’cause it’s so normal to see lesbians around that I would see at least 3 couples each time I go out. But for the gays? Not so. Think Singapore is still not that open to the idea of gays. Oh well. Anyhow, gays or lesbians, as long as they are happy, I don’t really care about their sexual orientation. But I know that I still prefer my hot manly guy, like Dan Humphrey  from Gossip Girl. Huge ass pic ’cause he’s so hawt! *drools* ERP woes OMGOSH. S sent me this just now and I cant stop laughing. Love the “What the heck is a gantry doing in front of my house anyway?!” Select a good one ar. The other day while I was groggily praying to the ancestors with some joss sticks, my Ah Gong said, “Must guai guai. Study hard. Going to university. Select a good one.” Stunned, I turned to look at Ah Gong to tell him that I’m already in my fourth year! And had no need to select any good university anymore… … when my godmom laughed and told me he was asking me to select a good boyfriend from uni. =.= I think I’m worrying my Ah Gong a little by not bringing a boyfriend back home. But how do I tell him that I’m happy the way I am now, and am not looking for any? Or that I don’t like being tied down, or having to report to anyone about my whereabouts, my itinerary for the day etc? Omgosh. Coronation Plaza Studying in Nanyang Girls’ High introduced me to loads of Bukit Timah good food. From King Albert’s Park (known lovingly as KAP), to Lana Cake thick chocolate-y cake, to Coronation Plaza’s Prince student meal that consist of a thick creamy good soup, garlic bread, chicken chop/cutlet/fish n chips etc, and free flow of drinks for just $6.50 (formerly $6). Or just da bao’ing Lemon Chicken Rice for 3bucks at 可爱鸡，or sitting on the floor near the fire extinguisher at Cosy Corner (which is indeed cosy ’cause whoever heard of eating on the floor instead of tables?), I think I miss Coronation Plaza the most. For all those people that studied at NYPS, HCJC (now HCI, man, I’m old.),  TCHS (again, it’s now HCI. =((( ), MGS, SJI, ACS (barker road), SCGS, NJC, there wouldnt be a single soul who doesnt know of Coronation Plaza. It has remained the same through the 10 years that I have known of its existence, and I bet it’s gonna continue for another 10 years in the same condition, looking all musty and erm, lao pok. Ha. But surprise, surprise, I kinda stumbled onto this new candy shop that sells the cutest candies. I couldnt resist those colourful candies and bought 6 on an impulse. Hee. I’m so in love. Organising shite I absolutely hate organising stuff, then people pang seh at the very last minute. So utterly disappointing and frustrating. Omgosh. Argh. Gonna forget about organising any more shite and go for lessons now. But still, ARGHHH. Bleeding non stop The other day, I accidentally scratched this tiny little wound that was smaller than 0.5mm on my wrist, and it started bleeding like crazy. No matter what I do, the blood just kept oozing out. Even when I applied pressure on it for a damn long time, the blood was just steadily oozing non stop, out of the tiny little wound. It was so bad till I started thinking that I might be a haemophiliac. Even my sister got a shock when I showed her the blood oozing out. This was what she saw: This is the max it got before it started dripping off my wrist. The amount of blood amounted to 2 tissue paper full. 2 pieces of 3 ply tissue paper alright! Imagine, from a wound that was just less than 0.5mm in diameter. Absolutely horrifying. PINK BEETLE! I was rushing for lessons this morning when I spotted this: OMGOSH! PINK BEETLE! Baby pink somemore! *bimbotism overload* This beetle is so obviously mine! Mine! Mine! *drools* I just had to stop to take a picture of it ’cause it’s so pink! With my pink wallet, ds lite, ds pouch, flower ring, rubber bands, hairbands, jewellery box, pink VAIO mouse, table rubbish bin, how can I not add this pink beetle to my collection? Pink beetle, wait for me ok? You will come back to OLLie soon. =)) Last day of hols Today marks the last day of my last long vacation of my education life, with school starting tomorrow. The first day of my 4th year. Fourth year! Omgosh. I feel so darn old. =S Hols was filled with work, watching loads of drama serials, the desires to understand both Japanese and Cantonese, drooling over hot Japanese actors. Completed an intersem module, and rotted for quite a no. of days. It ended with a resolution. =) Blogging will go back to full time when I’m procrastinating over reading up my notes and journals, as usual. HA. Oh, and I’m damn fascinated over the fan sites created over the Xiaxue vs Dawn Yang saga. IMHO? Xiaxue’s the clear winner. At least she don’t hide the fact that she photoshops her pics, nor the fact she went for plastic surgery, unlike DY that obviously went for PS, claimed that she’s Eurasian, and the worst of all? Plagiarism. Utterly disgusted by her plagiarism, especially when it’s on STOMP. Oh well. *glued to those XX vs DY sites* =D Bad breath Bad breath customers just murder me silently. Especially when they talk so damn softly, and I have to go nearer to them to listen to what they are looking for. And it’s amazing how many of these customers have bad breath. I have actually lost count of the number of customers that I had to hold my breath while trying to serve them. Absolutely horrid. In other news, I had a customer who asked if I’m from China. WAH LAU. Which part of lao niang look like I’m from China? Just because they were speaking Madarin, and I was explaining the specifications to them in Mandarin that the uncle asked if I was from China. Even when my Mandarin was in scrapes and pieces. Oh man. So I started talking to them in a mixture of English, and when they spoke in Hokkien, I started the mixture of English, Hokkien and Mandarin. Urgh. China?!?!?!?! I look so Singaporean la!!! Urgh. Happiness is.. … owning the damn chio Pink VAIO mouse. 89bucks means 89bucks. So much smoother and nicer than my 16bucks damn-hard-to-click mouse. And happiness is also.. .. drinking my favourite bubble in the whole Singapore. Addict bought this for me while popping by just now.  Egg pudding instead of pearls! DAMN DELICIOUS!! *went up to egg pudding heaven* Thanks girl! In other news, spotted this the other day. Sanrio Gift Toys/Cool Toys Wah lau. Does it mean that they really sell those high tech toys that leave people speechless after watching them? Cool Toys. Cool OLLie. O.o Shoes and brittle nails Nails been dying on me. Wondering if it’s ’cause of all the manicure, and nails didnt get sufficient sunlight plus vits. Cut those cracked nails off and now I have uneven nail length for different nails. =( Just pissed an old secondary friend off unknowingly, and he put “WHY SO ANNOYING?” damn big on his msn nick. I’m sad. The 2 pairs of heels that I have been eyeing for the longest time ever at Charles and Keith’s are on sale now! 20% off! But I don’t know whether to buy them anot. =( One pair’s really green, and would be damn difficult to match with clothes, but just looks so perfect on my feet. The other pair’s white and really high. Would get loads of blisters, hurt after just standing in them for 5mins, but DAMN CHIO. Along with the problem that NTU has loads of hills and steps, and I don’t go out that often to warrant the purchase of 2 pairs of heels. Omgosh. How?!?!?! *feeling bimbotic* =D Am still sad over annoying my friend. =( Happy Birthday X! Happy 22nd birthday my best friend of 10years. Love ya. =) OMGOSH I’m at work now, watching Alvin and the Chipmunks for 8th time in a row within 2 days. Kill me please. Simon Birch After holing up in the darkened room in the library during a particular English lesson 8 years ago watching Simon Birch, there’s a quote that struck a chord so deep in me that I cant remember anything else but the quote. I didnt catch the humour even though it’s supposed to be a comedy. I didnt find anything amusing even though everyone were laughing. I found it so sad, so heartwrenching. And all I could remember about the show was this quote: Simon Birch: Does God have a plan for us? Rev. Russell: I like to think He does. Simon Birch: -Me too. I think God made me the way I am for a reason. Rev. Russell: Well, I’m glad that, um, that your faith, uh, helps you deal with your, um…you know, your, your condition. Simon Birch: That’s not what I mean. I think I’m God’s instrument - that He’s gonna use me to carry out His plan. And looking at that tiny little boy with Morquio syndrome saying such big words, I felt braver. Comforted. Stronger. Though I’m no Christian, it comforts me to think that God has a plan for us all, especially on cold lonely nights like this. Emo’ing No mood to blog. Mood’s been going all rollercoaster. One moment I’m on a high, and the next I’m feeling so emo. Things arent what they seem, and I miss several important things terribly. Working to earn some moolah so that the next school term won’t be that tight. But sale’s been bad. Real bad. Boring the shit out of me. Oh, on a happier note, I realized I don’t like durian all that much now! I used to crave for durian, love it to bits, and if there’s any durian in the house, I would make sure that I get some. But now, even when I smell it, I don’t feel the urge to eat it. Sometimes I even feel damn disgusted by the smell. Especially when someone burps durian burps or fart durian farts. Omgosh. Those really kills. I gotta hold my breath and make my escape. But I still like durian puffs (Goodwood Park’s and Emicakes!), and durian crepes (Goodwood Park!). I think I have an expensive taste. Ha. And see? My mood’s all crazy. Shit man. I bet my hormones are going crazy at this moment. And no, it’s not PMS or what. Argh. Hormones! Calm down!! Terrible at staying awake all night I’m terrible at staying awake all night. I came home and concussed from 930am till 7pm. Had the last freshmen orientation camp of my 4 years of uni life this week, and boy, do I feel old. Though most people thought that I’m 18/year 2/anything besides being a year 4.  *grins* Unique bunch of freshies that don’t like the normal cheers, but love violent games and cheers, love fright night, and being tekan-ed during initiation. Am now emo’ing that I’m not gonna be joining anymore freshmen orientation camps, no more groups, no more craziness, no more cheers, no more camp feeling, no more telling ghost stories during fright night, no more running around the whole of singapore like a crazy bunch of people during the amazing race, no more playing games like MRT game or black magic or “this is a string, this is not a string, this is a string, so is this a string?” or “Open close open close open close, so is this open or close?”. SIGH. *emo* Rumbling thunder I’m sitting at my my desk, listening to the distant rumbling thunder, and feeling a sudden gush of happiness rushing through me. All I’m thinking of is the imminent heavy downpour, the smell of rain, the cool breeze, the sound of  the pattering rain drops against the window panes, the sound of the angry rain drumming down on everything in sight… … and I feel so damn happy at that thought. I’m weird, aint I? I just got scolded as a CB In my whole life, through the primary school days when we werent exposed to vulgarities, through secondary school days when speaking hokkien is deemed boorish (atas school culture), to jc life and uni life that I started getting into contact into vulgarities, I have never been scolded “cb” before. I admit to using the occasional “fuck”, frequent “damn”s and “shit”s, but never hokkien vulgarities, ’cause well, call me a prude, but my secondary school has taught me well. So, when I got scolded “cb” by this person swearing at me under her breath, I got a shock. And strangely, I feel my nether region is feeling very very insulted. Bloody hell. Amos cookies = bad for health I think I ate too much amos cookies that I’m down with flu now. *sniffles* =( 进退两难 Sometimes I wonder why the hell do I always create problems for myself when I can just rot at home and watch my drama serials in peace. Oh well. Me and my big head with big ideas. I should probably bury myself along all my big ideas. That way things would be much more peaceful, and I might get fewer wrinkles. Argh. Durian burps Sitting on the train the other day, happily playing sodoku on my ds lite (yep! I’m a geek! ), some wafts of durian floated up my nostrils into my olfactory bulb, binding to the receptors there, making my brains detect that some form of durian must be around somewhere. Ok, bio info overload. But anyway, I looked up so quickly, abandoning the sodoku that I was so engrossed in, trying to figure out where the hell did the smell of durina come from. No plastic bags with prickly durians, nor suspicious looking plastic bags containing styrofoam boxes of durians either. That’s when my nose did further detective work, and detected that the durian smell actually had a mixture of sour’ness inside, not unlike durian that have already gone down to the stomach and been mixed with the acids in the stomach in an attempt to digest them. And that’s when realization hit me. It wasnt any passenger that smuggled durians up the train. But a freaking durian BURP. That smelt absolutely freakingly disgustingly revolting. And it wasnt just one burp. It was ALOT of burps. Coming from the auntie seated next to me. With each burp, I would quickly fan my hands around really obviously, in hope that the auntie would realize that her burps were killing me softly and control her burps a little. But no. She didnt take the hint, and kept burping. I would fan away each durian burp, and there would be peace for my olfactory bulb for 5 seconds, before the next burp would arrive, assaulting my olfactory bulb again and again within that 10 mins of train ride from CCK to JE mrt station. It was the longest ride from CCK to JE ever. Orgasmic sashimi Yesterday, I had the most orgasmic sashimi at.. Located at the 5th level of Far East Plaza, a tiny little charming shop called Wasabi Tei. It is operated by this eccentric man that made me feel so terrified that he’s gonna yell at me, like how an errant child is afraid of his teacher yelling at him. It’s the first time in my entire life that I felt so stressed ordering food. First, the shop is darn tiny. Seats only 16 at the counter. One gotta pay 2bucks for a seat, which comes along with a drink. Then was the fact that one gotta order everything at one go. No second orders or anything. If one were to be slow in ordering, the man would yell at the customer. If one were to put something on the counter that is near the man’s working space, the man would yell at the customer too. I have this feeling that customers are kinda sadist in a way, going back (and forming a long queue outside of the restaurant) even when they know that the man would yell at them for the slightest thing, which is further proof that some customers likes it when people scolds them. Really sadist but true. Oh whatever. Anyhow, the food’s really worth it all. Presenting.. My chirashi (i think) set. With 4 slices of salmon, 2 slices of tuna, 3 slices of swordfish, 2 slices of unidentified but delicious fish (does anyone know what is it?), 1 slice of egg hidden underneath the preserved ginger (yellow arrow), some sea urchin thing and loads of roe. The sashimi were so utterly fresh, and thick! Omgosh. I was in sashimi heaven having my favourite salmon and swordfish. I even ate the tuna which I hated and absolutely loved it. I guess the food more than justify the eccentricity of the man, and people (like me) are willing to risk getting yelled at by him. Oh well, that categorizes me as a sadist as well. = S I’m sad I’m so sad. Nobody bothers to comment anymore. =((( In this blog’s heyday, I used to receive more than 20 comments per post, even till 100 comments. Now? Only 1 or 2. Or better still, none. Sigh.