got this off bun's If you read this, even if I don't speak to you often, you must reply with a memory of me. It can be anything you want - good or bad, just as long as it happened. Then post this up yourself and see what people remember about you. edit p/s: leave a note in the comments section or something (do leave it in comments so that it doesnt disappear into the tagboard :D). even if you don't leave your name... :)

if you are what you eat, then i must be a potato chip with hints of hazelnut chocolate. no more curry flavoured potato chips. i dont know what happened. :( i still want green curry. and it looks as if i have to starve for a whole week. eeps.

is this update: i'm on a diet i know (don't remind me) BUT i crave curry chips (it tastes like thai green curry. a bowl of curry would ease my cravings too) and i can't have any (because i'm on a diet and because the shop downstairs has closed) and i'm going mad and my sentence is incoherent but that's just how i am right now. *bang the table with her fist* I WANT GREEN CURRY! gimme gimme gimmeeee!!!!!

it came and went as quickly as the baileyscheesecake-mudcake-orangemudcake-stickydatepudding disappeared from 7greedypeople's table. . i miss you flickr. oh oct, quickly come! i fell out of the car again tonight. i now have a very painful knee. :(

alright. let me try my hand at this before i go to bed. i'm that girl who fought with her friend for a whole year over a guy in primary school. they made the class take sides and it was so bad their teacher had to intervene before they went on to primary 5. she was the same girl who was labelled "the frankenstein's bride" by the above mentioned friend. i'm that girl who is so klutzy that in 20 years she managed to accumulate a broken arm, a shattered wrist, a sprained back, sprained ankle(s), sprained finger and a tic tac up her nose. i'm that daughter who when caught playing with her mum's eyeliner, insisted that it was her colour pencil. i'm that girl whose heart got broken in a sports car. i'm the girl who ran out of a club with you when the police came because we were underaged. i'm that girl who threw up along the highway to malaysia. i’m also that girl who made the rest of the people in the car throw up. i'm that girl who hung up on you when things seemed to be going the way she didnt want it to. i'm the girl who sleepwalks. i'm also the one who steals your share of the blanket in the middle of the night. i'm that girl who hates slimy animals like snails and frogs yet loves her slimy vegetables like eggplants and lady fingers. i'm the one who watched you sleep. i'm the girl whose sister thought was obnoxious once upon a time. i'm that girl who couldn't bear to miss classes in year 1 yet happily skipped a tute just to have breakfast at macdonald's with you. did she mention that she is also the one who doesn't eat fast food? i'm the girl who has played truancy only once in her life and that was in jc when she knew she was going to leave for australia anyway. i'm that girl who fell asleep on a stranger's shoulder in the bus because she was too tired. she woke up in the middle of the ride but decided to fall asleep on the shoulder again until she reached her stop. i'm the one who has tchaikovsky, bon jovi and guang liang all on one playlist. i'm the girl who waits for you to talk to her. i'm that girl who fainted when you gripped her hand too tightly. i'm the one who vomitted in the area above the amphitheatre in sec 1, then walk away after that pretending nothing had happened because there was no one else around. i'm the girl who fell out of the car outside the law library, right next to a dead and flat bird. the other 4 in the car tried to pretend they didn't see what happened to spare me the embarressment. she's the same girl who almost believed male chivalry died on that day until you finally broke the silence and laughed with me. i'm that girl who fell on the steps of the royal exhibition building. yes, the main entrance of the exam hall. i'm the girl who tends to fall asleep during (even the best) movies and who only cries when she's watching/reading alone. i'm that girl who coerced you in the foodcourt into doing something you probably would never have done if not for peer pressure. Funny how you told me just recently that you wish you had never done such a thing...yet I wouldn't have it any other way when i did the exact same thing a few years after you. i'm the girl you befriended though she walked into that british council classroom with every intention of just sitting in a corner and getting it over and done with (and she’s glad you did). i'm the girl who is comforted by your existence because she now knows there is someone out there who is more klutzy than she is. ;) (think digital nerve) I’m the one who started talking to you because of a stupid dare and who then knew would regret her actions because you really reminded her of her dear friend when she first saw you. You don’t have any resemblance now but she is still regretting her actions at present. I’m the girl who wishes she could dance, sing and play some instrument. She can’t do any of the abovementioned. I’m that girl who misses playing mahjong with your family and hanging out in Bukit Batok in the most unglam clothing. I’m that girl who thinks she can take on the whole world. The girl who crumbles when she finds out that she actually can’t. and you thought you knew me?

don't you just hate it when people ASK you something and then don't LISTEN when you're replying? i mean, that's even worse than not listening to you speak. they could be really nice people but their lack of attention just annoys the hell out of me. so, i've decided to steer clear lest they make me feel stupid. sorry hun. hmph.

the people on the streets are exceptional rowdy thanks to the darned footy grand finals. (i'm just jealous because i wish i was as excited about it as the aussies are but i'm not.) at times like these, it's a bad idea to hold a huge cone of gelati and try look inconspicuous at the same time. i couldn't have walked home any quicker. the gelati is giving me one of those clutch-your-tumtum-and-roll-around-the-floor kind of stomach ache. if it's any consolation, coyote ugly's screening on tv and i just love that movie because i believe there's a bit in every girl out there who wants to dance on a bar top. well, i know i do. and hi woman, i wanted to tell you you're doing great on your saxophone next to me :)

watched dirty dancing completed the 40 days of purpose took a train had korean food (no idea why the 2 boys had to do get up/look away. they almost look like they are from the next table) and i suspect john's not feeling very well today.

being the only girl in the sauna with 4 other men was an experience. one was in his tight underwear (very, very obscene), another was doing push ups in the shower right outside the sauna and one was tugging at his nipple ring (probably because it was err burning up). maybe they didn't see me in the corner of that tiny sauna. it's really weird when this pri school friend of mine msgs me online since the number of times we talk in a year could be counted with 1 hand. it's even weirder when she starts telling you her loveandsexdramamama problems punctuated with too much dodgy information. and it's scary to know i could be completely different from who i am right now. because she was my best friend in primary school... so maybe the girl who complains about her sexlife to her pri-sch best friend could have been me. it could have been.

i really should get my ass down to the gym.... but the champagne from work is getting to my head and threatens to foil my plans. ahh. ok, that was just an excuse. it didn't get to my head enough to stop me from exercising. It's already Thursday and it's the weekend again! something about that just feels very wrong. how come the weekend comes so quickly during the holidays and not on normal school days?!

considering the many sleepless nights, i'd better been up to something good. we stayed over at sofi's on sunday night for mooncake, sparklers, A Chinese Ghost Story and some dodgy board game that allowed us to take incriminating pics which i reckon will get me into trouble if i post them up. (that was not what kept me up the whole night at sofi's. she was the culprit. i read my sister's keeper and i advise against doing so with any kind of eye make up on. or if you have a date the next day.) the cell went to mornington on monday for a retreat. the beach was really pretty and would have been better if the clouds didnt hide my sun at sunrise. and it would have been better if we didnt get into any trouble with the accomodation owner. we ate alot. yes, i thought that sentence deserved to be a paragraph of its own. and we ended the retreat with shopping at DFO. i know it sounds damn weird. played somemore at karaoke after getting back to the city until some unearthly time before realising we have a breakfast appointment at max brennar (thank you for the treat babe! :)). and err i looked too awful for pictures hence the absence. by the time the souffle and waffles (i didnt even manage to get any fondue! :() came i had to go for an appointment with a couple of doctors at RMH to discuss a project which they assumed i was taking on already. since they did, i shall assume too. hmm. so if all goes well, i'll be doing a project on frozen shoulder. i know nothing more about it than you do. i can't sleep again. my 3-9.30 nap sleep did alot of damage. and i have to work tomorrow. eep. (the rest of my pics are on flickr. i wish i could upload more pics but i didn't realise the pic size on my sis camera was so huge so now i've exceeded my flickr limited for the month. *sulk*)

because i'm on holiday and hence feel less tired because i like to play because i'd rather choose play than sleep anytime because i'm just so damn stupid that's why i've gotten only an hour of sleep a night the past 3 days with intermittent shut-eye in the car. and because i'm so stoned from adrenaline overdrive and rehearsed composure, i continue to lead myself down a self-destructive path. i'm such a drama queen. if only i'm that way with the real stuff, then i wouldn't be so damn abnormal. just chill. sit up straight. cross your legs. maintain an icy cold expression. only scream inside. who does it this way nowadays?

*su has to learn that the world does not stop when she's on holiday.

oh well.

off to mornington. back tmr!

3 greedy girls decided to get a preview of mooncakes after a long (entire!) day with the 40daysofpurpose cell which saw us through 6 weeks. it has been good...considering how we now have a few more friends and i even got to know an almost relative, but that's a story on its own.

so we had an animated conversation over french earl grey, pandan and green tea mooncakes about the most rubbish stuff.

we completed the whole sedentary-lifestyle look (you could almost find us on those ministry of health posters. you know, one of those 'SHOULD NOT' pictures) with 2 chinese movies and lots of cushions+blankies.

we're having another round of mooncakes tomorrow and i've decided that i shall traumatise the rest with my powerpuff lantern again. i just love doing that every year :)

more pictures another time of dirty dancing, 40 days and korean food when i get my hands on them.

happy midautumn festival. please eat more mooncake.

because despite what the world wide web suggests, the world isn't as wide as you think it is. watch what you say, watch what you do, watch who you tell what. (and watch what your friends say *pointed look*) you never know which kaypo-kia will end up connecting bits and pieces together to discover the big fat truth. and you know they say the truth hurts. and because it does. i feel so sad for you. and dwelling on it makes me sad for him, her and even myself too.

i am getting bored. time for the new.

in an attempt to attend all my lectures, spend more time in the gym, get better posture (by spending less time in front of the comp) i've decided to sleep early and wake up early (all in the bid of attaining a healthy wholesome lifestyle). the past few days have seen me sleeping before 1am and waking up before 10am. i even made it to my 8am lecture. but now at 2.30am, the clock is ticking and i'm frustrated because i can't seem to sleep. and then i concluded that it's probably because for the first time in a long long while, i haven't been to work on a thursday afternoon and hence am too alive and energised. i almost feel as if i'm able to stay up till 6am... alive enough to make it to the gym and then for afternoon workshop in uni. then again, it could also be because i just watched dirtydancing which featured a male dancer with nice mus-kels (not like the lobsided-butt ballet dancer), hence deeming my mind unfit for rest. (hey! i couldn't help it! we sat on the first row so we could see everrrrythiiiingggg people probably couldn't see from the back. at least i didn't nosebleed) dancing. i am inspired. go figure. ;)

nothing beats seeing someone dance the para para and admiring his mus-kels in the gym. but mr strong does come close. you see, i met mr strong in the gym today. he was on the threadmill in front of me and decided to run in a very odd manner. but then the only reason why i noticed his fists punching the floor while he was running (try imagining that) was because he had three livestrong bands on his wrists. (1 on the left and 2 on the right). the bands are bad enough on their own. but if you were to wear multiple bands, at least choose bands with different messages. i mean, how many times do you need to be reminded to LIVESTRONG. mr strong then decided to hike up the speed and that made me reaaal worried because he looked like he was going to fly off the threadmill. thankfully he ain't fit enough and decided to cause me less worry but more entertainment when he slammed the emergency button within 2 mins of running. mr strong decided to check out the weights to my amusement but i shan't continue. in case i get into trouble for being an insensitive blogger. then again, i'm not in singapore. but you never know since they are able to track down every pink-ic holder. but seriously, all this big fuss over nothing. haven't these singaporeans come to the realisation already that great power comes with great responsibility? yes, free speech is good. but no, don't expect it to come your way if you're going to continue acting like that. (and if i were to chip in a christian's point of view. the bible says "whoever can be trusted with very little can also be trusted with much...... so if you have not been trustworthy in handling worldly wealth, who will trust you with true riches?" i know the bible's talking about money...but surely you can see its point. no?)

how on earth w (w. dubdew. w. dubdew. get it, chewren?) managed to make my hair look like...well...my hair... is beyond me. then again, she's the mac geek. so she knows best. (and if you looked hard enough, you'd realise i have fangs too!)

hurhur. i'm now a southpark character. complete with dark eye circles.

make you here

o yes. you know you're a geek when you can remember your library card barcode number :\

considering we were advised to start setting up our stall at 530 (and trust me there ARE people who dig for stuff at 6 in the morning with their torch lights. very very dodgy. this guy even stole gie's shoes to sell at his own stall. humphf)...we decided that sleeping at 2 in the morning was going to be really stupid cause we'd have to wake up an hour later to load our stuff anyway. and with this much stuff you'd think we'd have to spend alot of time loading. our things alone couldnt fit into lou's car....so..just imagine. :) with very bad skin and dark eye circles, lou sof and i joined the rest of them - gie, viv and janice and we had ALOT OF CLOTHES. people couldnt help telling us that too. we werent done with arranging all the clothes. then again we couldnt arrange all the clothes on this table cause we had too many. and though it did not rain on us, what people did not know was that behind the counter were a few very very cold girls. so after a few hours, we had to start doing that damned auntie thing...and that was to lelong. we tried every thing: (we are vicmart inspired workers) "t...tw..two..twoo...TWOO DOR-LAR! "two dor-lar! two dor-lar!" "everything...TWOOOOOO DOR-LARRRR!!!!" and i think we managed to amuse people more than anything else. but we did make some money so it's fine. i'm all cough-choke-sputter now and though i'm slightly richer, i still have to do a report. but it's all good. it's alllll goooooood. *yawn

to camberwell market! lou and i have enough for 2 stalls already. i cannot imagine what it's going to be like when we have 5 people's things. MAYHEM!

thanks to a friendly fellow gym user who put his cd in the player, i discovered indian music (the kind that they dance to in movies) was a joy to exercise to. yes. its nice and rainy outside and all i want to do is snuggle in bed. the weather forecast for sunday has changed! thank God :)

because it's a lovely 19 degrees out there, i thought i should go for a swim after i get the mail. but my plans were thwarted when some dodgy guy from upstairs started talking to me in the lift and asking whether i wanted to go for a swim with him which of course i rejected with some lame excuse. now that i cant go for my swim, i'm not very pleased.

and looking at the rainy-2-10 degrees weather forecast for Sunday...i'm getting even more cross. sunday market how!

i would love to have one of these hiak!

i think when those people came up with the 'attributes of a science graduate' commonly seen in university promotional brochures, they forgot to to put down "able to multitask". funny how i'm the most productive and efficient in the lab....preparing and cleaning up during each period of incubation so that i can quickly move on to the next step. then again i think it's because i'm driven by the fact that when i'm done i can go home. i think i've almost forgotten how to become productive when i'm out of the lab. somehow i've become really good at wasting time recently. it's not that i just mope around at home doing nothing the whole day because i can't afford much time to do that. a typical day is filled with school/work/gym and by then it'd be pretty late and i'd be more than exhausted. but i find that i'm so capable of losing at least 4 hrs to nothingness from the time i get home to the time i go to bed if i've got no report to complete. which makes me wonder how i can put my time to such good use in the lab when i cant do that at home. i need to break out of habit! *scream* so now that the weekend has finally arrived, i tried my best to get my ass out of this beanbag i'm sitting on now to clean my room. and then i remembered why people worked hard in the first place.... it's because you reap what you sow. i'm pleased with my room now. i need to waste less time and do more. i should shower and go to bed.

to camberwell market. $_$ kaching!

everytime i get a new email from some department regarding honours projects i'd conveniently leave them unread or would just click on it then close it again so that i wont get "1 new unread message" in my inbox. somehow vic and mila managed to motivate me to go check out the projects while we were stoning in front of our ileum muscle. poor cute thing was subjected to morphine by us (nyaahaa) and then was made to suffer from withdrawal when we washed out the drug. but we were nice and gave it a beeg beeeeg dosage of morphine after it looked so pitiful and unresponsive from withdrawal. ANYWAY, back to my projects. i finally got down to reading those booklets that have been taking up alot of space in my mailbox and made some attempt to contact supervisors. couldn't help making myself look better than i really am so that they'd want me. they don't need to know i'm more of a liability than an asset... i'll let them find out after they have taken me in. hurr. i've been looking at austin and western hop-sitals only because i want to go far away (yes i admit. i want to trick my dad into buying a car but that's a separate issue). well...i cant help it also that the projects in the uni itself are sooooOOo boring *dramatic sigh*. -_- hohum. wish me luck.

it's official. i'm a google queen. i google everything. i even found out from google that food colouring (read fruit loops) can make your poo bright green. i even scholar google for scientific journals. what a sucker. my pharm report is driving me mad. it took me several hours of scouring through err google (haha!) for articles so that i could write a paragraph in my discussion. who would have guessed that a few sentences in a stupid report could take so much effort. i didn't realise how hard core weekly pharm pracs were going to be. i always had alternate week with these pracs in the past 2 semesters. 11pm and i'm only 2/3 done. i was aiming to sleep by 12 because i have 8am on wednesdays and i know i havent been to one for too long. i will be rewarded in due time. yes look out for pictures of girls and martinis after tomorrow night.

since this house consumes honey like water. (our record is a bottle in 2 days) i thought it funny to find this in the bible: "If you find honey, eat just enough - too much of it, and you will vomit." Proverbs 25:16 i dont know...we haven't vomited yet but it furthur proves my pt that too much of something (even if it's good) is not good for you. i'm reduced to eeeeeeeeebleaaaaaaahraaaahhhhh now. finally told my mum about potential going-back-to-sg plan (as much as i dont want to) and part of her sms said: "happy that u will be in sin earlier than expected then" looks like the family still needs this meimei around. i never realised it.

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee yuuuuuchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrroooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwww wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHeeeeeeeeeeebbbbleah. try reading all that in one breath and you'll understand how i'm feeling. just don't talk to me unless you know of a way to make me disappear from the face of this earth. : argh, LOUISE CHEW!!!! >.<

i'm giving bittorrent another go now that im on an imac because i could never seem to get it to work on my pc. if it works out, i'd be watching charlie and the chocolate factory in 13 hours. i wish my house and csi miami downloads would quit 'waiting' and start 'downloading'. but i shall not be greedy. i know ive been away from home for a while when i get excited to see that chinese odyssey 2002 (i admit. i secretly have something for tony leung) is going to be on australian tv. i know it's sbs channel and it's supposed to show foreign films but to me, it's australian tv nonetheless. foreign films are supposed to be french, not hongkie. but as much as i've been away for a while, i really do not want to go back. i hope things will work out in a way that allows me to stay here for a long long time. i have the rest of my life to spend in singapore anyway. returning next year (crap, that's in a few mths!) is way too scary.... probably because i never even thought about it. im extremely disturbed. i have been extremely disturbed the whole weekend. i need to stop worrying. i have a bad habit of coming up with Plan A, Plan B and Plan C for everything. what's worse is that my plans are impulsive plans. but plans cant be impulsive. it doesn't make sense....but i never do make any sense anyway.

and... it also scares me to know what kind of plans God has in store for me... I might just hate it.

1. it scares me to know where i feel most at ease...and feel most myself. 2. my whole family's seldom all at the same place at the same time. so now that the other 3 wongs are all in shanghai oddly with different agendas...i'm deeply jealous. *sulk* 3. at 4 in the morning, i conveniently remember that there is going to be a potluck at 12nn tomorrow (or rather later) and we have to cook curry (again)... AND we don't have any ingredients in the fridge. looks like tomorrow's going to be a real...looong (and i foresee: cranky...day....

because i enjoyed lion king. :) rooooo...OOOOOO....ar.

does she look like me? (or rather do i look like her) growing up, we never thought so.

i get so envious when i see blogs with pictures of the author's kids. eve showed me one blog with this really pretty little girl and it's times like these i want my own plaything baby so that people cannot say anything when i cause irreversible damage to hog their kid. but she also reminded me that i was telling the wrong person. i guess it's because she's not biologically capable of helping me in anyway................. science is one waiting game that is not fun to be part of. if i added up all the hours i've spent waiting in the name of science...(time spent during incubation, time spent waiting for colleagues, time spent waiting for lecturers etc) i'd be able to have an extra month of holiday probably. we finished our 6 hour prac (amazingly) within 2.5 hours...but spent another 2.5 hours waiting for the 10 min wrap-up session at the end because some other groups were very...very slow. so we ended at 4pm which was not far off from the scheduled 5pm. -_- i'm suddenly very awake to the appalling fact that im beginning to like working in the lab. i dont suppose i can survive there my whole life (hum. i really shldnt be saying this because just a few mths ago i was just saying that i hate the lab. uhh. ahhh!) but ive decided that i like it. for now.