::Fairy On The Moon::

Last Sat was Grace's 21st bdae party..
following that was Wala Wala with Simin and Company.

SHe had this HUGE banana chocolate cake which was sooo divine. :)
Haha..ok..i noe im a greedy, junk food slut..but i can't help it! I cld have eaten the whole lot had there not been a whole lot of pple watching..haha..shameless..yea..i know.

There was this W.Y person who was Grace's ex classmate. He sat beside me at the party. Now it was totally funny coz straight away, u cld immediately tell he was the Buaya sort. He was chattering away excitedly...and asked if we cld take photos together ..jus me and him. And i was like..errr..ok..tho i didnt noe him at all. His female ex classmates all warned me against him. Anywaes, he offered me a lift to Wala Wala's after the party to meet Simin. So i agreed. he said his "not bad" fren was driving. So i agreed. Though his female classmates all warned me against getting into the same car as him, being the cheapo i was, of coz i cldnt say no to a free lift. Haha.

So when the fren appeared...to my shock..it was F.Z.G. The king of Buaya-ness. Goodness..can this be true? that birds of a feather flock together. of all pple..the two of them actually knew each other..and were GOOD FRIENDS. So i rolled my eyes, and said , " Yeah..DUHHH i noe F.Z.G...knew him since waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy before." His Buaya ways are nothing new to me...

I had to suffer the WHOLE ride to Holland V (from Pasir Ris) with W.Y, incessant nattering, and his very annoying pseudo-fako-american-russian-whatever slang.. like " Eh..U noe..its like..everyone is American takes pot and smoke ya noe..so like when im in toronto..im so gonna smoke marijuana.."

look brother. its not like i care wad u smoke or dun smoke. gawd..he cld even smoke papaya leaves and i don't think i wld really care much. So he was slanging in the car for like another 30 mins in the car..
when we reached Wala, he and ZG invited themselves in...and i was like Oh man..r they gona like stay long..
Anywaes, Simin's buy frends were not very impressed with those two. Soon, they sensed their presence was unwelcome..and they took leave.

After Wala, we went for Supper at Mr Bean. And then ZG started Msging Simin. She was kinda freaked by him, but in my opinion she shld never have given her number to him. Giving ur number to him is like..screaming trouble u noe..and anywaes, Zg wld basically pick up anything in skirt that moves...with out evil minds at work..Simin, Me, Aaron were thinking of ruthless ways to Con ZG and WY. In the end we sent them on a whild goose chase arnd Sentosa..IT was pretty funny and sad..and mean..but i think buayas with weird slangs deserve no mercy..hahaha

Anywae Wy was super annoying, He grabbed my hp pretending to look at photos, and then i saw him tinkering arnd with my fone...and wen i demanded for him to tell me wad he was doing, he said.." Oh yeaa..jus keying in my number..so u can call me anytime" (in that pretty-damn-bad slang) And i was like. " yea. Whatever." goodness..and he kept boasting abt how he loves drinking and clubbing..and he acted like her was totally superior.. like "Oh u don't drink do u.." (leering smile) or .." eh inoe alot of pple from RJC..how abt u?" (insinuating tt he noes alot of pple so hes bloody popular) so i said, " i dunno anyone from RJC. I read books. Im uncool..Im nerdy and i have no life. So i dunno anyone. its that sad." And he was like "....." haha..and i told him whether i was highprofile, or low profile..or had frends..or didnt..i didnt really giva damn. Well..he stopped talking for a while after that, while i was busy gloating in satisfaction..at how i managed to shut him up..

anywaes Buaya men..who think its hip to be "cool" and "wild" are seriously delusional...

dawn fairy on the moon at 6/21/2005

Sunday, June 12, 2005

The old sec four gang went out together last nite, for dinner, pool, and drinks at Coco Latte.

It was one of the few times i truly enjoyed myself this hols, coz i almost forgot how funny kit-kat and simin could be. I mean funny, in quite a traumatic way
haha, while Kit was doing her best impression of this pervert chee-ko-pek hairdresser who was offering "Te Bie Fu Wu" (special services) the rest of us were almost rolling in the floor with laughter.

I miss the way they used to slime anyone and everyone on the streets. its horrible, but its pretty damn funny...ok heck even the way we bitch abt each other or call each other bitches and sluts in each other's faces is really funny. Its an unhealthy relationship..i noe..haha..but maybe i jus sadistic.

Oh yea, and Coca Latte has fantastic music..too bad there were all this banglas over there which kept shoving their butts in our faces..and were totally being obnoxious, so we took the pleasure of "hionging" back..pretending ( OR MAYBE NOT) be to a couple of mad fools, dancing frantically with our arms flapping about, and shoving our arms into them. We kept Jabbing out arms into them-- HARD ..pretending we were dancing..haha..and in the end, i tink they got so pissed off they cleared a space for us..so we cld dance freely...

Gosh. Good riddance to perverts...

speaking of PERVERTS, a guy 26 year old banker names Joey tried to pick me up by using the same lame "can i be ur frend" line. Gawd. I mean..is originality dead? it must be! but i admit i was impressed for almosr 2 seconds becoz of sumthing he said. So when he asked me if i he cld get to noe me..i asked "why"? and the usually Ah Beng answer wld be...

me:" Why wld u wanna get to noe me?"
Ah Beng: " becoz miss ah miss, i tink this is fate ah fate ( in VERY VERY BAD English of cox)

however this Joey person, had proven to me that his vocabulary has gone beyond the ranks of "fate ah fate" into something somewhat more sophisticated, when i asked him why.. he actually said this:

Joey:" Becoz its AFFINITY"

my gawd. Don't blame me for being impressed. It was a change from the usually monbosyllable Fate reason. And PLUS its a three syllable word, proving to me that his vocab can't be all that bad, and maybe there's hope for all of us yet.

Haha..try again harder brother..

he was rejected.

Sadly, tho i almost was really, quite impressed by his extensive ( BY COMPARISON) vocab :)
he gets 0 points for approach
but 10 for innovation.

Haha..

dawn fairy on the moon at 6/12/2005

Just came back from the sea sports camp on friday. I am totally shack..
and i can still feel myself bobbing up and down the waves :P Gosh.
But overall, was still super duper fun. I tasted 3 different types of water in the course of 3 days.

1) the Kallang river water ( which had an assortment of items floating on the river..including condoms, and mr law-tea claims there are many places around kallang which would allow activities that encompass the use..of that..uh..condoms..wth??)

2) The East Coast Sea water ( brackish)

3) The Punggol River water. ( Black, oily water, reported sightings of dead dogs and dead birds floating above the water..)

I am convinced i could do a survey about how the different types of water in singapore taste like. Anywae, findings have proven that the Punggol water tastes the worst. Not only is it extremely salty, and oily tasting, but it was another weird taste i can't quite put my finger to. Extra ingredients? I wouldn't wanna noe. and i had more then one full mouthful of that yucky punggol water, coz i was continously plunging into the water while i was wake boarding. haha. Anywae, kallang water tastes the best.

Ok. wad the hell am i talking abt? they ALL TASTE BAD! But Punggol is still the WORSE. Hahha.Apart from experimenting with different tastes in sea water the past 3 days, i have been under the sun, and peeling like a snake. But its definately worth it because i can't find anything more fun then 3 days or PURE EXTREME SEA SPORTS. (wakeboard, windsurf,canoe, sailing)
Heaven.

heaven.

i enjoyed sailing too. It was particularly slack. Sitting in the sailboat, waiting for the winds to change direction and constantly being careful not to get hit on the head by the sail. Its quite tame..i prob wld be able to bring a sandwich in the boat and eat it while sailing..

Oh yes! And while i was at the sea sports camp, it was at the dunoo-wad centre at east coast. We stayed there for 3 days. And there was a restaurant just beside the place. and guess wad. Gawd , of all the pple in my life, who should i see working in the kitchen. MARK! omg! as in Lyn's ex bf, Laren's best frend, Mark. Ok..the guy who i was conned into going out on a "blind date" with years ago..courtesy of Lyn. MARK! Daddy long legs mark! Laren's Mark. Chipmunk Mark. Gawd.

Time hasn't been kind to him at all. He hasn't changed one bit. He still has the face of a chipmunk and body of a giraffe! haha ..okok..im being mean. But when i walked past the kitchen, and saw him tossing some pasta in a pan, i was stunned for a moment..coz i realised he looked so, so familiar..and then it dawned upon me! It was MARK! Who wld have thought! i thought i wld never see him again, but of all places, i see him in this kitchen, in this place, beside this camp..many years later.
Gosh..the memories are still so clear in my mind..the horrors of the "blind date"
how the bloody pervert tried to hold my hand.
how i was so pissed with lyn, i totally didn't talk to her for 2 weeks or so.

And den, Mark saw me. he was looking at me for a long time, as thought he recognised me. And my heart was actually palpitating in fear..for i was DAMN WORRIED he'd actually recognise me. Woah. But he didn't i guess. whew. some things in the past are meant to be buried forever. And Mark, he certainly isn't the best memory to revive.

but its pretty funny..u noe..he and Laren and all that crap. Goodness..and look where he is now. A cook. Geez. life has a strange way of making things come all the way back to u!

Well, Mark aside, we spent the last night playing bridge, shithead, bluff and tai-de and an assortment of other stupid rubbish games the whole night. Which is actually pretty fun, coz the guys are such good company. And they are dead funny. And despite his touch of poseurism and arrogance, Mr-Law-Tea actually has some what a..sense of humour! Hestarted replying me in a Honkie accent, wen i started my honkie accent shit. Surprised! i never knew he was capable of such rubbish..hahaha

i was amazed.

truly amazed.

Well, eventful 3 days..or maybe NOT..but i still had so much fun.

i could live like this forever.

dawn fairy on the moon at 6/12/2005

Saturday, June 04, 2005

Todae i finally realised how much i missed secondary school..

Yk, me, Rou Mei, and Glad were fooling arnd like mad crazy pple at TCC todae, and i was reminded of the old times, where we used to fool arnd and make pulic nuisances out of ourselves

we watched the movie "Eros" todae. it was a collaboration of 3 short films into one movie. Apart from the Wong kar wai film, "The hand", the other two short films completely sucked.

After we watched the movie, me and Yk went to Alley Bar to chill out. It was good, coz we spent like the whole time talking abt the old times, the old secondary sch days, and bitching again abt all our wonderfully notorious teachers. From the neurotic, hysterical Home Economics teachers in Sec one and two, to the psychotic Biology teachers in sec 3 and 4, and what not. And yes, who could forget our frumpy, horrid principal, who was always clad in rejects from this fashion, and Pasar Malam reject shoes, who was out to make life for my class a living hell, with her notorious " i had a masters for physics..and u pple have no future.." speech. And who would ever forget the time when they had to make the counsellors announce on the PA system every morning, " School, pls greet the principal" ( EVERY MORNING) becoz no one ever did previously?

who would forget all the childish tricks and nonsense we indulged in, secondary sch, and all the heavy "drama" in sec3 and 4..Life was definately more interesting then. So most of our time spent was abt reminiscing abt the good and the memorable stuff that happened in sec sch. Its amazing how 5 years later, everyone is so diff..and my gosh, how things have changed

A few top memorable things from sec sch ( mostly the teachers)
1) How me and Rou mei were called up by THE frumpy this-fashion reject principal, becoz we were trying to catch some flies buzzing in front of us, instead of singing the sch song.
2) Mo-mo ren and slider ( and an assortment of other strange characters)
3) Ah Gek ( math teacher) and her kinky lacy black bras, underneath the surface of those decent, aunty-ish old fashioned old dresses she used to wear.
4) Tay (PE teacher) and her ugly PE t-shirts, and how we used to suspect she stuffed socks ( lots of them) into her sports bra to enhance her already very flat chest. ( and it still looked jus as flat even after the socks! hahaha)
5) Ma-Liang and her strange, psychotic habits, her scapel and cleaver waving, and her infamous, " Girls, here u muz simply touch the sclera of this Pig's eye. It is so beautiful..and nice and squishy. COME TOUCH!!!!" speech.
6) getting random prep talks and speeches from dear principal wen she came to visit out classes, which were actually a pretense for all her "hao-lianing" and "i-love-myself" speeches. ( i cant see how our class's perpectual problem of latecoming and lousy grades) have ANYTHING to do with her being a Math expert and a masters in physics or wadever equally lame thing.
7) Lee (lit teacher) and her perpectual cheeriness and cheerful/enthusiastic "GOOD MORNING CLASS!" at 8 am in the morning. i have never seen anyone this enthu at 8 am in the morning..she muz have been a girl scout..
8) All the cheating and copying for all the various tests, from "ting xie" to history..
9) How i told M.W to watch the fish cook ( while i went to do something else) and how when i came back..she was doing exactly that. Watching the fish. BURN. Indeed she was staring very intensely at the fish, but she was standing there doing nothing while watching the fish catch fire and burn...(and the extra hours we had to stay back to scrub the burnt out bits from the pan..)
10) All friends and pple who will alwaes be dearly loved and missed .. (awww)

its really fun to think abt those old, old days.. :)

dawn fairy on the moon at 6/04/2005

Friday, June 03, 2005

T M D ( Tamade)

Is the only word i have got.
Talk abt disgusting and creepy men ( in my life..wad ever)
Just when i am deep in mourning, a certain guy ( ex disgusting creep and jerk-asshole, now promoted back to normal human being coz he admitted he was crap) just had to msg me

HIM: HELLO!
ME: Hey. (thinking maybe he had something nice to say for once, or maybe he wanted to make up or something)
HIM: How were ur results? (sounding abit too cheerful)
ME: @(#*#&$*$!! Don't ask!
ME: TMD ( Tamade)
HIM: Whats TMD? ( sweet smile)

I knew he had an ulterior motive. Just when he was extracted from the depths of the "the list of detestable people" book, he has now found every reason to be cast back into the fiery abyss of the place called, Hell, A.K.A A-crazy-woman's-wrath. Hell hath no fury as a woman scorned.

The boy, without a doubt has a death wish. I certainly pray that he wrote his will. He hasn't died badly enuff. His face as the words "Kill-me" written all over his face. Maybe ill be a good samaritan and help him with this deed. Gladly for free. The only conclusion is, he must be very tired of living. I should release him of this burden

ok..get this..he just msged back.

HIM: Ta ma de? I don't get it *smiles* What is it?
ME: Its one of those hokkien explicitives i tot u wld be very familiar with
HIM: Ohh..i think i get it now.

He is really "qian bian" (translation: His face is very itchy to get slapped..) No one can be this dumb. He must be pretending. its the only reasonable explanation. I will give him the benefit of the doubt. Gawd. Gosh.

i knew he had an ulterior motive for messaging me
To find out my results??!?!?
after he hasnt spoken to me, in like wad? A month?
Is he trying to be one of the gossipy neighbourhood aunties? He surely makes the cut lor.
Gosh. Im still licking my wounds.

Todae pool with Kenneth was not as good as the last time, coz i tink i lacked that extra boost. Previous time we played pool, i was ranting abt how all men were scumbags, and i actually did pretty well, so that muz be the boost. Todae was a calm and tame game

Our current fave song is "if i was a rich girl" My gwen stefani. Becoz its so lame and irritatingly nice.

He pointed out we cld change the lyrics from "if i was a rich girl" to " if i married T*****..." it would both have completely the same meaning. ( its both 6 syllables somemore..jus nice)

its interchangable

i agree. Haha.

dawn fairy on the moon at 6/03/2005

Thursday, June 02, 2005

In the ghastly aftermath of my results,
i have only come to one logical conclusion. ( it can be the ONLY logical conclusion)

I need to change my major
Maybe social work or something, or sociology? But abit too late for that.

by far, this has been absolutely my BUSIEST SEM, and my worse sem of grades.
I could whine, moan and bitch for hours, by why bother.
I refuse to let my self worth and happiness be defined by a lousy piece of paper, and a bunch of lousy alphabets.

I should have gone to design school or art school while i could.

How my grades came to look like this. I honestly have no idea, becoz i won't say ive been slacking this sem. I actually tot i was a little more productive this sem. But the truth hits hard, and the harsh reality of the grades were swimming before my eyes. My grades floated hazily before my eyes, and i felt like i was drowning in a pot of campbell alphabet soup, or a bowl of soggy Alphabits cereals. So surreal. I wish.

And im not exaggerating. My grades are totally worth getting depressed about. Haha. I mean some people would even commit suicide after seeing my grades ( depends on who the person is) This scenerio reeks of the familiar. Im clearly transported back to the time i held my JC prelim grades in my hand, and was told by my teachers that this was the end for me. Zilch. And i was damn well ready to agree with them.

Its was a C F F.

i remember my JC prelim grades so badly.
I rem Ching Hann telling me i wldnt go anywhere.

3 years later. Im in university.

I didn't need an A in Economics to get to a university
And i don't need Gerald Chew to tell me how good my acting is to know my own abilities.
And i don't need grades to tell me how lousy or how good i am.

Becoz grades are never a true assessment of how good u really are.
Come on, hardly anyone in rjc would even get an F. and yet i did.
And not many expected a jump from an F to a B within one month. And yet i did.

and i do admit..as much as i hate to ..my semester grades are disturbing. It perturbs me. But i have to constantly remind myself i can't let myself fall into pieces becoz of this, becoz its not self-respect. It's not fair to myself. And even if no one will give me a chance, i should be the one to give myself a chance. A chance to be fair to myself.

I don't need the A to act in Channel 8 (not that i want to)
I don't need it..or do i?

at the end of the day, i keep asking myself why do i keep doing this?
Is the agony of the paperchase really worth it?
What am i looking for? What do i really want?
Have all the stress, and competition and the grades killed my love for the subject?

and the heart of it all.. Why am i doing this? What lies deep within this pursuit?
Because you love it.
Because i love it.
Because i have loved doing this since forever. And even if everyone else says no, its because you say yes. Its because i say yes.

Ill try to keep remembering this.

Only one word would be suitable to sum up my grades. MORBID. I couldnt find a more ept "vocab" to engage the subject matter.

argh!

dawn fairy on the moon at 6/02/2005