i think i must be out of my head. One spur of the moment action makes me wanna bury my head ala ostrich style. Shit! Why does my fingers itch so much? My gawd...this is so freaking embarrassing! Oh man...i cant believe myself..it feels so weird! sure sucks a bloody bunch. shit is the only word that is ringing in my head now. can turn back the time for 5 minutes. please????

to everyone better not speak your mind nor tell everything cause even if the person assures u that nothing wil be leaked out somehow somehow... u find that people miraculously seem to know and they start giving you freaking advices on what shld be done really dun need that lesson learnt? just shut my trap and by the way, point noted.

The long lapses in between the decent blog posts are testiment to the fact that my mood is on the upswing, well, at least it is so for the past few weeks. I only blog when I'm unhappy actually. So the less i appear here, the better it seems. Anyways, my exam results are as expected. If you put in so much and practically miss half of all the total lectures, and hardly attend tutorials, nor even attempt them, then scurry frantically in an attempt to cram facts in during the week prior to the exam, it just doesnt work. So I have actually went out with people whom I am not well acquainted with. Guess this is a step to be more outgoing? I dunno..perhaps. Gotta move out of the comfort zone. Anyways, it is very peculiar to me that I have got 2 aunties asking for my number in a week. Yesterday i was at the convenience shop opposite my house, and as usual, the same aunty was there. We dont talk at all usually, safe except the "how much" and her subsequent reply. Then last night, she asked me how old I was, and she asked me for love advice. I almost took a double take and laugh right in her face. Hello. I'm still nine-teen. She went on and told me how her friend was facing this guy, whom apparently is very shy. He watches her friend at a corner, but doesnt take a move. Hmmm..mind you. It was already 3am. And I was thinking..oh my gawd. This isnt happening right? Cause this is not my first encounter with an aunty. The previous aunty whom I met at Jurong East library talked to me for about 45 mins, and I thought that coming to the library was the most conducive place to study since there are no distractions. Well, apparently, distractions aplenty. Let me digressed. The aunty-in-the-lib picked me up with a sweet. At first it was all that cordial smile thing. then she asked me" do you want a sweet?" (shows me one) "this is from aust. It is a honey sweet. Very nice one" I was like (cue: sweet smile) "oh..no thanks" --remember when you were little, your mum said..Never take sweets from strangers-- hahah Then she said.."this one very nice" (shows me sweet once again) Haizz..I have a sweet tooth. As in literally. I can eat sweets for breakfast lunch dinner. So there, I sold myself out for a sweet. "oh thanks" I replied..this time, a gleeful smile on the face. Thats it! Once you take the sweet, you have to talk. And that took me 45mins, of which subsequently she asked for my number. Anyways, back to the aunty-@-convenience-stall. She talked to me for 1 hr! Holy moly! Do i have a face that is so come-on to aunties. or maybe..i look like i love to mahjong day in day out, and they are looking for a kaki? i don't know. Strange encounter eh?

oneliners

Upturn of events
Obligations aplenty
Love
Social Gatherings
Confusion from within
Have what I don't want
Don't have what I want
Grass is greener on the other side,
or heck.
greener in someone else's field
Happiness
Skirting round the superficials
Dressing up of emotions
Fashion Faux Pas

personality test

Disorder Rating
Paranoid: High
Schizoid: Moderate
Schizotypal: Moderate
Antisocial: Moderate
Borderline: Moderate
Histrionic: High
Narcissistic: Moderate
Avoidant: Very High
Dependent: High
Obsessive-Compulsive: High

URL of the test: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mvURL for more info: http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/index.html

Have not been blogging lately cause this week was really busy! Job interviews, sleepovers, church meetings. Did lots this week. This makes me happy, casue at least it keeps my mind from the random thoughts. Anyways, it was a blast with Sabai, sleepover and all. Honestly, i really cant get enough of her, and two other of my closest buds. It is with them where I feel so so at ease. 8 yrs of friendship. =) So glad. Over at sb's, we did the bitchy ranting stuff, shopping, manicure, and yes, a bottle of booze which sb recommended. But being the unadventurous soul, I stuck with coke light. My all-time fave! Met up with Ah dot to sakae, went out with my little bro, who wanted to catch guppies, but in the end since we couldnt find a proper bag, we went to look at some car models instead. He really loves to fix this kind of stuff, so oh well, i had a good bonding time with my bro. It feels damn nice, i love my bro nuts, wish he wouldnt grow up so fast. He still looks pretty cute to me now, at least when I poke him in the rib, he fakes this irritating whiny sound which I think it is real irritating, but also real cute. Then my friend drove over at 1am to pick me up for a spin. Nice as well, thats cause my dad has no clue about it as yet. Church camp prep is good, safe except the registrar which I find super confusing. Met up with the ctb friends, was hoping to see someone, but the someone wasnt there. So anyways, we had fun. Oh ya..happy birthday to Faye as well! Who turns 21 today =) This post is going no where, I'm tired and need to sleep. byeee

i pray

I am disturbed. Really disturbed. My church friend's mum has passed away on sat morning, very suddenly, apparently with no serious illness, safe except a throat infection. That was it. The weird thing is that two weeks ago, she was just at my house, laughing and talking to my parents, and the other adults, and just last week, my parents were at her place and she cooked for them. I find it very hard to swallow Anyways, we went to the funeral wake, right after the comms meeting and the church service. It was disturbing. The last time I went to a wake was a good 3 yrs ago. When the pastor was praying, all the while i was looking at my church friend, and his sister. The church friend is in his thirties and his name is Peng Leong. When it was our turn to go up to give a song presentation, I told Jacob that its very awkward, having to sing at a wake service. He kind of agreed as well. So this time, I was directly facing Peng Leong. He had his eyes closed, and occasionally he would bite his lower lip, as though to surpress all the emotions that were surging from beneath. As Christians, we firmly believe that after death, we will return to our heavenly Father in Heaven. Somehow, still, it is hard to reconcile both. It is the grief of missing a loved one, but the comfort in the knowledge that she is safe in the hands of God. When the service ended, as I shook Peng Leong's hand, and looked straight into his eyes, I could see the look of sadness in it, and said "take care". It seems so cliche, but honestly, at that moment i was stumped for words. Somehow, you have to realise that it is impossible for one to feel the exact same magnitute of emotion that the other person is feeling. The sanctity of emotions, I guess. That perturbed me, to say the least. Was thinking that probably that "take care" sounded far too frivolous to give any emotional comfort to Peng Leong. I really wished I could have done more to help. But dunno how I should go about doing it. Tried as I might to convey the sense of support to Peng Leong through the handshake and looking at him straight it the eye, somehow, it really isn't enough. This is what that is disturbing me. Should be attending two more wake services, which is tonite, and the night after. I just hope that this small gesture is enough to let Peng Leong and his family know that they can depend on the church members for emotional support. Then when I came home, my friend sms-ed and said he was feeling very miserable. He is my close friend, and was telling me how helpless he felt. By then, I was really drained from the comms meeting and the funeral service, and again, didn't know how to reassure my friend to make him feel less "shitty" (in his own words). So I just listened to what he said, and that at the end of the day, he can always talk to me if the emptiness sinks in again.Can help feeling very pek cek, by seeing people around me feeling unhappy, but not being able to absolutely anything to make them feel a wee bit better. It really sucks bigtime. I pray that God will alleviate the pain they may be going through.

Holy Cow

Shucks. Can't find this book which is terribly important. I need to present this treasurer report for the youth com in church, and gee..all the finances are all jambled up. Oh no..in such a messy state now. I dun think Yuxun was terribly amused when I told him that I got no idea how to include formulas in the excel spreadsheet. Tsk tsk, and the worst thing is all the confusion in the collection of the funds. Really gotta sit down with Michelle and Eddie to have a run through of things. Just got Yuxun's email, reminding me to include a column in the excel spreadsheet, and one sms from jacob that I'm in-charge of cell tml..I'm in knee-deep shit now. And I haven emailed Puden the consolidated namelist, nor passed an updated registrar to Ben. I'm having a splitting headache now.So terribly psyched up for the weekend. Really. H.o.l.y C.o.w

smoke gets in your eyes

I'm so pooped out. Anyways, really, Aaron chong from eye for a guy really really looks like a person I know. He looks like a bear. I can imagine him with his arm stuck in a honey pot. The resemblance is totally..nuts. Macademia, cashew.. all of it! Oh ya, today was supposed to meet the girls, but Vian had korean class tomorrow, so gotta postpone it. So, I was keeping myself busy with church stuff and bitching with Lanthan. That girl is reaall kickass fun! There's laughter all around, its all good. She was doing this smokey eyes make-up for me, just for the fun of it. This sounds so airhead-ed, but I really dig the kohl eyes look, goes down pretty well with me! Lanthan has this treasure chest of makeup brushes, it looked very confusing. Anyways, apparently, first, you need to have eyeshadow in two shades, black and grey. Then you gotta blend this two at both eyelids, apply the black one a little, then dab on the grey one, smudge it with your pinkie. Then use a very sharp eyeliner to line the top lid, dun line the bottom too much, else you might risk looking like a bapoh. Next, eyelash curler, and mascara. One for volume, the other for length. Voila~! Eyes that smoke! I sound like a bitch.Haha..I had tried to get that look before, thru the process of self-experimentation. Ronson asked me if I did sleep well the night before. Okaaayyy..geddit. Geee.. Surprise surprise. I received a message from my ex-colleague, Wilson from ctb to go out for a drink. Wah..really like getting sms from friends to meet up and I really appreciate their effort to organise outings. As with the jc girls. =) Its funny how I've met up with the citibank people individually, but have not met them as a whole. They are real busy people. Must be the crazy sales target. Its kinda different going out with them and going out with friends of about the same age. Most of them are a good 5-8 yrs older, so naturally the activities differ. Since they earn a lot more, they usually go to places that costs more. They know that I'm still in sch, so sometimes they offer to pay. But still it doesnt feel good at all to leech off others. I am frictionally unemployed! (quoted by sb and vian) Need a job. So bad. Any lobang-s? Sabai's bday is next sat. I remember okie! Methinks she should just tell me what she wants cause I really have no clue what to buy..glad you liked the sunglasses though. =) Give me a hint k..heck..just tell it in my face! Ah dot is singing over the phone and her voice makes me wish I'm deaf. Mebbe we should go k-boxing one fine day. And sing of the unheard octaves and chords. Her "because you love me" is sooooo cliche man. I asked her to stop, but she derives joy in making people's ears suffer. But never mind, wait till she hears my nightingale-esque voice. There will be a solar eclipse. Anyways, I overhead a conversation by three nanyang girls. Oh fine...i eavesdropped. girl1 "Can you believe it, (XXX) she said she has never been to kbox" girl2 "huh, you serious anot. Its like telling me you have never been to a cinema before loh" girl3 " ridiculous la" **ahem** (methinks) Where is kbox, huh?

i see a flying choc

Blogger is being such a bitch lately. Apparantly I typed out one entry and Blogger decides to eat it up. Great. Anyways, I am so disappointed. Yesterday, i called up for an interview as a chocolate promoter at Changi Airport..gee..the four posts have also been eaten up. How is that so! Vivian, Sb and me was gian-ing that job. Its kind of a no-brainer job..but hey, should be quite fun working as a choc pro. But I guess those chocs will never get to see the remainder of their living daylights if I was there. So tomorrow I'm going for an interview to be a part-time dental assistant. Ha ha ha. I cant believe myself. So looking forward to seeing smelly mouths really. -_-Talk about aromatic stench. I hope the position is just be a sitting duck at the counter, smile, give the medicine, rather than the assistant standing beside the dentist, and you know..get a bird eye's view of pple's mouth, throat, windpipe... And I want to go Chijmes, to sit at the open area and have a drink. Been quite a while since I last went with friends. Went there with wx, ernest, sheane the other time, but din get to stay quite long cause the place was closing, or if not, going Indochine would also be good. Dunno what Weixiong is up to now. Haven heard from him for a looong time. Okay. one week? Where are yoooouu? Ernest and Sheane are off in camp..for their minor in entrepreneurship. Oh that reminds me..to my cheong buddy who may be reading this..sorry ah, wasnt in the mood to go out last night. Next time ya? This weekend is going to be such a busy one. Gee..gotta get thru this! =)

Give it to me baby, uh huh uh huh

Another trashy song with equally trashed lyrics, found its way to my itunes.. here goes: Give it to me baby uh huh uh huh Give it to me baby, uh huh uh huh Give it to me baby, uh huh uh huh And all the girlies say I'm pretty fly, for a white guy. its by offspring, song title: pretty fly (for a white guy) But i like it! Cause its ridiculous enough. Makes me laugh, at least it beats those ballads that sing of sentimental stuff, and get all mushy inside...and all the what nots. Anyways, went out with my girls on Tues. Sb and Vivian. Had a great time with them! We went to coffee club express, as usual, got our caffeine fix and then some shopping kick, before going to sakae. Sabai is not a fan of Sakae...but since there was Vivian who wanted to go Sakae as well..so whee..! We got our way. =) And we saw ernest and his friend at orchard. Whom apparently, the girls thought were very cute. Hahahz It gave me this fuzzy feeling inside. Whilst sitting there, I was like..wow, this is the 8th yr since I've known these girls. Life at 1J was always spent going down to JE to squat a bit at long john's, or to take neoprints. Gee..now thinking back, I dun understand why the apparent fetish we have for neos. It was almost cult-like. Where we will take neos with 10 people's faces squashed mashed and smashed against the neo-machine. Cause being sec one and having $30 a week then, I mean, you gotta save right? Right. So more people simply equates to cheaper neos. Wow..so with 40cents, it managed to satisfy that neo-fetish. And it didn't helped that Sabai was reminding me of all the sec 2 and 3 dances we had in RV. omg..shoot me please. All those come-hither expressions, with those hand actions, with...I dunno la. Its like one fat joke. Which is not really funny. But Sabai just had to remind me about the dance by the NCC girls. Okay! Let me forget that in peace can! **evil smirk** Due to the "Provocative" dance by us (NCC girls), we kena-ed pumped like dunno what. Made stand facing each other, and we couldn't move, whilst Geok En lashed out at us. I remember facing Ah Dot throughout the whole scolding. It was hard to keep a straight face. So anyways, Geok En was like "provocative" this, "provocative" that. And I was like..whats provocative? So after the whole camp, I went to check the dictionary..so it meant causing sexual interest. O.k.a.y. That was what she meant. I mean sometimes when you scold others, theres no point if the other party doesnt even know what you are getting at. All the bombastically cheem vocab to sec three girls?? Anyways, I have to say that how the whole ordeal ended. All credits to Ah dot who apparently fainted, after one hour into the tongue lashing. All of us were like in this frenzy. Got us so frazzled. Guess what. Turns out that the bugger fell asleep halfway through the scolding. Did i mention that Ah Dot sleeps at 10pm? Ah..you see..Geok En was pushing past midnight already. Way past Ah dot's bedtime. So much about the fainting ya! But a gazillion thanks to Ah dot who saved the day! Life's been good, church camp prep is going on well. Our faith target is 75, we have 56 people now, so great! I just pray that everything will go without any glitches. Looking forward to june 8.. Vivian: I saw a hot latino-ish guy in spore. Really. Whee..there's hope, there's hope =)

Vacant

Strange things have been happening of late. The pecularity of it all, makes me feel a little funny inside. In a little shop called Life, the little person browses around, window shopping for nothing in particular. In this wee corner, the little person sees a very interesting toy that catches its eye. Luckily it was a toy that the not all the other little people fancied. But still, this toy caught the liking of the little person like no other.

The little person scrutinises the toy, with a much uncertainty. Finally, the little person decides that this was the toy that he wanted, picks it up, and walks to the check out counter. To his utter dismay, this toy was reserved by another little person. It was his no more. The Shopkeeper sent for other toys to be given to this little person. The little person took no fancy in those that were presented to him. The other toys were all the same, you could get them everywhere are anywhere. Even as they were offered to him, the little person really wanted that toy that was reserved.

That deceptively ordinary toy, now being not reachable to that little person, made the little person want it more. The Shopkeeper remained adament about persuading the little person to take a look see at the other toys. All the persistence, made the little person irriatated at first, then very mad. As far as the little person was concerned, who needed so many, when all he ever wanted was that?

The ordinary has became extra-ordinary and now, totally inordinate.

The other little person trots into the Life shop, picked up the toy that the little person wanted, and went off. The little person knew for sure that was the last he would ever get to see another toy that was such beguiling in his eyes. The last glimpse was what the little person ever remembered.

The little person turned, and walked out of the shop, despite the Shopkeeper's call to take the other toys.

It was no good at all. One was enough, thats all.

It did not piqued the little person's interest to say the least.

But the little person braved a stony smile, as though in a semblance of self-assurance. Tried to cover that damned spot beneath with some Bravado.

It worked to assuage his frustration, but the deep-seated want, still burried within.

The little person made his way to the shop, sometimes stopping by to see that beguiling little toy. The vacant corner now replaced with another. There was no point looking, the shop had other replicas of that toy. But it wasnt quite the same.

Soon, the visits made by the little person became less frequent, and later, the little person did not stop by at all.

What a seemingly ordinary one had turned out quite contrary.

It left much to imagination. The spot within, however, remained vacant.

Razzmatazz

Boy it sure feels good to be purposefully busy. I have like a thousand and one things running concurrently in my mind, and I'm so worried that something would slip out! Its all good for now. The pissy mood has gone. Yes, and THAT was due to pms. That mood swinging monster that lurks within. Anyways, I had a fantastic laugh with one very close friend, that kind of laughter that makes your kidneys jiggle and your liver to do the limbo. Totally over the top, out of point and out of mind topics. I love it! But somehow not everyone likes this kind of crazy talk, so never mind, we do talk normal stuff in front of others, but when its both of us...gee, its almost like two baboons talking in tongues. I really love that special feeling. Finally! At last! Someone who can understand that kinda warp humour. Where have you been all this while man! After coming back from China, was feeling a little air headed up there. So I went to the library and plonked my arse there for about 6 hrs, just reading random books that caught my eye. Wow..learnt so much, I actually feel very smart now. But no sci-ency stuff though. Its all the lit-ty, social psychology, opera history..all that..feels great. Thats why I dun believe in group studying in the library. Cause to me, the library is a place of relaxation, not a mugging spot. And secondly, I hardly study..so..hmm...oh I read a cook book as well. So in theory, I know how to make a mean mozzarella cheese scone. Called up Stella the other day to congratulate her on her promotion at Citibank. She's a superly nice lady, who always provides Josephine and me butterscorched candies every day without fail. That butterscorched candy is probably one of the reason why I'm so blardy hooked on werthers original now. Josephine was my best mate at Citibank. Though she was a good 7 yrs older, we went shopping together, bitched about THAT GHEE-LALOCK (guy laroche)girl, sat in her bf's Beemer, and fly at ridiculous speed..And of course! Sitting at Fuzion with banana buckaroo, or going to O'Briens, with all the other girls. But apparently, some people left already. Like Andy, Wilson, Audrey, Jessica, Jeremy, Jason..left. Still in contact with most of them, but somehow, we really have drifted quite a bit. I thought it was a pity in the case of Jo, Stella, Jeremy and Leon. It just strucked me that time really whisks past very fast. Just last year we were going to Louise's wedding, and one and a half year back where we were all crazy at Lola. And also about that time where I was complaining to Peiyu how freaking lucky she was to be under Eugene, ala the Cute One. As in, in terms of management position. That is if you were wondering. Complaining that why she always gets to be in the position, to be more accessible to the cute guys. But hahaz..luckily there was Peiyu, if not..oh man..the lap dance..gee! Ah..exercising selective memory not to remember. Talking to Stella, Andy and Jeremy just brought back this flood of memories. Turning me to a sap, once again. Miss them so so much. Even the times where Louise asked me to stop cutting the curly dried ends of my hair; an activity that Jo and I found it particularly addictive. Or the times where we couldn't stand Sharon for her GHEE-LARLOCK pronounciation, which prompted Jeremy to make a very sarcastic remark about that, which produced a majorly constipated cum ants-in-the-pants look on Sharon's face, which Jo and me till today, laugh our asses off, which I must say, the look is Priceless. The times where Andy would launch into the ultimate Philosophical stuff, which I totally dun understand, but still attempted to produce a contemplative look. Jeremy's wicked winks, and 1001 excuses not to stay for OT. Even the time when he was at Toni and Guys where he needed to wash somebody's hair and set it, and blah blah, all the hairdressing jargon which I dun understand. I grudgingly obliged, and the experience left me with soapy hair for the whole day, cause Jeremy did not do a good job in washing the soap off! It made me a moody cow that day, but now I look back at it and its rather funny. I dun even recall what I wanted to say at the start of the blog. Thanks to the goldfish memory that I have. My eyelids are shutting, need to sleep very badly. But wait a minute, fishes dun sleep with their eyes closed right? Oh they dun, so that means my memory is not that bad. I'm launching into crap talk already. Go and sleep. Sleeping Slept

Again I've learnt. Not to trust easily. Heck. Maybe not to trust at all. Skirt in absolute frivolity, make nonsensical comments, slap on the dollops of slapstick, or throw out ridiculous one-liners. Anything but reveal anything about yourself. Cause what lose in the process of trusting the wrong person is having dust thrown upon the genuine emotions that were coming out. Or maybe they air your emotions. Lo and behold, the person you thought was trusty, makes a tart out of your emotions. Cheapens it like a destestable whore. Gee..I'm so..confused. Come on. Who are you kidding? Deny-it-all-in-my-face? Good job. Thanks for pulling a fast one on me. Maybe I look very gullible to you I suppose, or maybe you feel that since I'm always not serious, I've got a mental complexity of a amoeba, and the intellect of a miserable old cow. That was so super flattering. You expect me to buy such a fantastic tale. I dun even wanna ask you how come you can reassure me, that everything will be safe. Zip-locked. In the end? You know I'm just trying to calm myself down, not to get all worked up. And gee..self-denial is my forte. I'm tired of confrontations. To me it is simple, if its so, things speak volumes for themselves. Period. I am not too exactly all ecstatic. Cut all the advice, telling me the shoulds and should nots. You are stepping into my comfort zone. Totally betrayed my trust do you know that? Okay very well, shall give you credit for the attempt to keep things under wraps. Honestly I dunno what to say. I cant stand it when such things happen. And that is a major understatement. (oxymoron so intended)Maybe its no big deal to you, to let slip a little here. Please dun even begin to tell me what you think I will do in such and such a circumstance. Start commenting about my inclinations, tendencies, and the most fantastic one, quote excepts from what I say. Hello? I am not a laboratory mouse. You are seriously freaking, with all the micro-analysing, and to go verbal diarrhoea all ur thoughts in front of me. I aint gonna swallow ur vile vomit. You know how is it possible to know that nothing was zipped? Cause it is impossible to derive this conclusion. Bah. Should have known better. Just very so blinded by the miasma of things. Hope this permament mist in my eye clears up pretty soon, lest I get all choked up within its fog. Better luck next time.

I'm back! And boy does it good to be back in my room, lounging in my butt-printed swivel chair. China's fun. Pleasant. Nice. Eye opener. Updates on that later, together with some pics. It feels so darn good to have alone time finally. In the tour, there's always people around, you gotta make conversation. Its not that I wanna be a sulking outcast, but I need alone time. Its pretty much the reason why I sometimes disappear. Cause I off my hp, and go off msn. I like being absolutely uncontactable. At times. Weird streak aint it. But I'm not superly extroverted, so this helps to regulate a bit. So now, its all comfort in the familiarity of my room. The red sofabed, the treadmill, the com, the pillows with childish prints, and ya..my beloved "pa hei deng" how could I forget that. (bought that with my first paycheck whilst working at citibank, satisfaction!)

Really touched by friends who said they were happy to have me back. Cynical me was thinking izzit all for the sake of being cordial and civil? But honestly, can tell that from the tone of their voices, some of them meant it. I'm realllly very very touched. Theres this warm fuzzy feeling inside. The feeling I get when I've got one werther's original in the mouth. Talk about werthers. Gosh. China apparently has no werthers. No werthers, no coke light, no coffee. I was positively depressed. Hahaz..really! I was so depressed, had to settle for fatty coke. Which is sickeningly sweet.

Anyways, the weather is all dark. The rain puts me in this pensive mood (hahaz..unless it is raining men! cats and dogs dun count), the same mood you get when its a cold night, and you have some bossa nova in the background. Wussy mood in other words. The trip to China brought some stinging emotions that never descended upon before. The simplicity of life of the people there. The untainted part of nature. I really like the innocent part of the simplicity. Was imagining how it would be to be a part of this innocence, but I knew this is really quite an impossibility. Too practical, and jaded, and wary. It just doesnt fit into this picturesque setting.

Through the trip, I was reading this book, which talks about two protaganists lost in their world of the ideal relationship/friendship, but not wanting to meet as it would taint the mystique of it all. So it was like both felt each other's presence, but did not meet. Surprisingly, both derived a comfort in the knowledge of someone who is on the some emotional playing field, being somewhere in the midst of the crowd. Totally could identify with this feeling. The irony about being personal without getting personal is very intriguing to me. It leaves me befuddled as I was thinking about it. Feels so unreal and far from the real face-to-face relationships.

I'm off my rockets once again.

So extremely happy when Sabai and me were discussing about the HK trip we were planning. She mentioned that her friend who knows how to drive, is really familiar with HK. So its all good! And I'm really glad she sounded pretty happy when I told her that I got sunglasses for her. Mum also got her wine from DFS. Hee..Got a sense of satisfaction! Sorry Sb..I know you really wanted Birkenstocks! But China you know la, they have all the birds and stocks but no birkenstocks. Cant find! Luckily Spore here got sale right! You can get the one which you have been gian-ing for the longest time. Ah dot! Got a starfish for you. Go name it Patrick, and i'll Spongebob will come flying to ya.

Im very tired already. Maybe shall blog a wee bit later..