Better belated than never.

Read the tittle (pauses), then add the "laaa."
And I won't have to explain anything.
Blogger's been a loser so photos are only uploadable at certain times, boo.
So here they go.
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Happy Birthday Aunty Julia (:

28th of October marked my god-mother's 60th birthday (:
A surprise party was planned ahead and I was involved, yaay (:
The plan was to get her out of the house from 3-6ish as the huge lamb and cooking stalls had to be set up. It was either that or blindfold, cover-up her ears and nose peg her nose. We chose the first option because you know, the second one seemed a little way off.
At first, me and Mummy didn't know what to do for three hours. We didn't really want to go shopping pointlessly so we decided on either a Thai massage or a manicure and pedicure. After much debating, we chose the nail grooming. I didn't complain because after months of begging mummy to take me for one, an opportunity finally arose. Whoodeedoo!
At 3, we picked her up and at the gate, I shouted "Oh! Do you mind wearing slippers?" as I didn't want the pedicure to get smudged. She consented and brought along her Hawaiian themed flip-flops.
We arrived at the nail-parlor and luckily didn't have to wait. We got the manicure and foot-spa package. At first I though that would mean putting our legs in a huge tub of bubbles and de-smelling cream but no, just scrubbing and trimming the nails were involved. There went my glee but it was fun, and ticklish too (:
Mummy got a grape toned purple.
Aunty Julia got a dark crimson red.
I, got Bagota Blackberry (:
It was really fun I have to say, having someone paint my nails, lotion my hands, cut my cuticles, and moisturize my fingertips! I let out laughs in between because frankly speaking, having someone touch me suddenly isn't all that comfortable.
We all enjoyed it and at 6, headed back to our house to delay a little bit more time. Mummy changed, I wrapped the present and Aunty Julia went to the loo.
In a nutshell, we then drove back, she saw many cars outside and thought her neighbor was having a party, and exclaimed, "Aiyooh!" when she saw everyone inside her house. Yay, mission accomplished.
The rest of the party went well (: Daddy fried his charkueyteow, Benny and Lareina did pasta and Alex and Angela did currylaksa. Oh, and to add to the package, the triplets were there somersaulting again (: Whee!
Seeing a slideshow and everybody there, it really made me realize how much my godmother was appreciated by everyone genuinely.
She always puts people first and has never once, been self centered as far as I know. I think she's a big role model and has really been there for me through everything. She's considered a 'mummy' to everyone in church because she's so caring and sincere in everything she does. She has a clean house, a scary dog and a wonderful family.
I L Y Aunty Julia.
Happy 60th and God Bless.
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Happy Birthday Rachel Ho, my Baby Buddy (:
I've known her since we had to get our diapers cleaned by other people.
She's now turned 15.
She's gotten prettier, wiser, more random and funnier.

It was Sunday and (yay) we got to see her in church like all the other Sundays.
I came in a wee bit late and took my place next to her as usual and wished her "Happy Birthday" with a little hug. Little because the speaker had already gone up. Service ended and we went down and had the usual hoohaa-it'srachel'sbirthday thing and Rachel, Germaine and me couldn't decide where to go to celebrate. In the end, a few more of us ended up all going to CharChanTeng. At least I think that's what it's called.
Lunch, big bucket of tea; supposedly a Happy Birthday thing at that restaurant, a surprise cake and a very touched Rachel. The tea bucket was shaared of course, uhh. The photo frame was my labour and I made for her (: From 10 till two in the morning which caused me to be sleepy during camp planning meeting but then, "That's not the pooint (: (:"






Btw, I personally loove the picture of Germaine next to mine (: Hee, she looks so adorable. "Yes Germaine, that is a waall." Germaine thinks, "Look at me, I can flyyy!"



After that, the three of us headed back to my place for trio time (: It's been nearly a year since they've been over so we had fun (: Reliving the moments when Rachel used to be amused that you could see the pond from outside my window -__-". She's found a new found amusement; the butterfly on my wall (:

Thanks for all your 'syok-sendiri' moments.
Thanks for making me laugh at the weirdest thing like exclaiming "Ey! There's a malay in the church." when an aunty in a veil walks past.
Thanks for being, as Anderson says, 'racist.'
Thanks for feeling the same way about our relatives (: Inside joke.
Thanks for making me smile everytime I want to punch someone.
Thanks for accepting me despite all my weird moments.
Thanks for holding my big 'ah-mah' bag everytime I run off to the loo.
Thanks for teasing me about youknowwho.
Thanks for talking with me behind when we used to dislike Sunday School.
Thanks for liking the same Sunday School teachers as me.
Thanks for siding me in blocking Germaine whenever we play captain ball (: Teehee.
Thanks for gossiping with me about the right people.
Thanks for your little amusing finds that never cease to amuse me too no matter how weird they can be.
Thanks for encouraging me to buy a thing I like whenever we go shopping.
Thanks for agreeing with me that HighSchoolMusical songs are nicee (:
Thanks for just being youu (:
I L Y baby buddy.
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Omg, I finally did it.
Woots!
Okay I need to go now.
Heading down to Singapore, yet again tomorrow and coming back on the same day. Instead of looking at it as troublesome, I choose to look at is as taking part in the 'Amazing Race' (: -oh and random observation, in all the seasons, they have at least ONE hunky guy team (: But yes, going down is like traveling on a plane getting a task done by a certain time, and making your way back to the destination. Ooh, how fuun don't you think? Except that there isn't anyone to compete with and a million dollars to win. Pop! There goes my bubble ):
'Taa everyone.
P.S : You can click to enlarge the pictures (:

DingDong, *Belle.

Dear all,

Just a short note to those who commented on the last post (:
Timo- "Thanks for YouTube-ing that video. It did wonders and gave me a boost, to see that sometimes, we just take whatever we do have for granted and not appreciate it. But it was really nice to see how although he had NO limbs and struggled, even to the point of nearly committing suicide, he pulled through and is using himself soo well today."
Alco and me- My hands will always be curved above my head, ready to give you a hug if you need it okay? Hee, *heart* (:
Eugene- Thanks for the article. It was scary but helped, somehow I think. Oh and yes, everytime you use a bombastic uber cool word which gets to me, I shall post about you. Thanks walking dictionary, and we miss you in class ):
Sloo- I love you dearie, thank you and I miss all your randomness online. I remember you once asked me if I prefer desktops or laptops. (:
Jo-anne- Thanks you too dearie. Ohh, and remember I said I'll bake and put your name on the cupcakes? I haven't got the mix yet, but I haven't forgotten okaay? (: Can't wait to see you.
Rachel Tan- I know I don't talk to you much but I read your blog and just wanted to let you know that if you eever need to talk I shall be here, waiting, ohsopatiently (: And PMR is over so we shall have pleenty of time hee (: Btw, you know the 'Start a revolution; stop hating your body' picture in your blog? I found it on Deviantart too and it's on my desktop background!
Evelyn- Thankyou, thankyou, thank you (: Besides the chair in your room, coming from you that really gives me a boost.
Thank you all who understood and did not judge *Belle. It's a wonder how she sometimes pulls through but the previous comments have really helped her. No kidding. She's now holding firm, and hoping that the 'an ugly caterpillar turns into a butterfly' statement is applicable to her and from all the toils and snares, she at least, produces one rose from her experience. Just like, her.

Love, Sarah.

'Taa.

Belle.

I know *Belle.
Belle doesn't know how she comes across to everyone, neither is she sure she wants to know.
Belle is scared to look in the mirror because she's unhappy with the way she looks.
Belle doesn't hate herself till she goes to extreme measures now, but she isn't happy with herself either.
Belle doesn't like herself very much but doesn't know why.
Belle puts herself down, because to her, praise is something she's supposed to fear.
Belle wants to be important, but she doesn't allow that to happen to herself.
Belle looks at the mannequins in the stores and psyches herself to thinking, "At least I have a head." but sometimes she feels it would be better not to have a head, and have their figure.
Belle wishes she could have long flowy hair, big doe eyes, outstanding cheekbones and a perfect tan.
Belle wants a sharper face.
Belle wants a longer neck.
Belle wants to be longer overall.
Belle wants to be taller.
Belle wants to be thinner.
Belle wishes her arms were smaller.
Belle wishes her tummy was flat and concaved in.
Belle wishes her thighs were further apart.
Belle wishes she would be 5 ft 10 and look like Gisele Bundchen.
Belle wants to have Jessica Beil's shoulders.
Belle wants to have Vanessa Anne Hudgen's hair.
Belle wants to have a gazelle's legs.
Belle is scared to be alone, yet letting people in scares her too.
Belle doesn't want to be lonely but she doesn't trust anyone enough to open up.
Belle doesn't think she's good enough.
Belle should be able to run faster, swim harder, smile more, be happier, make people more proud, look better, think smarter, draw more artistically, live life fuller.
Belle wishes she didn't have to face people yet hiding in her shell makes her think even more, "What do people think of me?"
Belle reads magazines, but they make her feel lousy.
Belle watches E! entertainment, but she thinks looking at celebritys are depressing.
Belle tries to smile, but there are times when the frown becomes stronger.
Belle's confused, yet she tells herself she's not supposed to be.
Belle wants to look like the poster girls, but she knows she can't because they aren't real.
Belle doesn't want to cry, but she has major breakdown at times.
Belle goes to bed, at peace because she doesn't have to face herself, anyone or anything else but her dreams.
Belle wakes up every morning and takes a deep breath and prays the day will go smoothly.
Belle crosses her fingers, before she leaves the room.
Belle wishes she would have double eyelids.
Belle wants long fingers and long lean muscle.
Belle wants to be a role model to someone, but her OOWN role model scares her.
Belle wanted to fit in, but they scared her and made her feel inferior.
Belle is upset yet she can't tell them and let them be disappointed.
Belle doesn't trust herself and she needs someone.
Belle is sad that she needs someone.
Belle wants to make her parents happy.
Belle doesn't blame anyone but herself; she doesn't allow herself too because she's always wrong.
Belle hurts.
Belle cries.
Belle is scared that everyday, a part of her just might die.
Belle, is scared.
Belle recomposes, psyches herself and then smiles.
"Everything is going to be fine."
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Please pray for Belle.

(*Name has been changed to protect the identity of the individual.)

So I'm sitting on the mighty throne, emptying my bladder.

I nearly let out a note and sing to myself when all of a sudden, a lizard pops out from the back of the throne, on the side of the wall.
o_____________O "
My usual instinct would have been to scream but I hold my tongue, and realize that I am, on the throne.
And I don't think it would have been a very pleasant sight to have someone come in at thaat moment now would it ):
I braved myself, flushed and gave a last glare at the beady little creature before fleeing out at THEN, squealing at the top of my lungs.
Lizards? Booooo.
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I wonder how animals look at humans and what they think.
I've actually bent down once and looked uup at Mummy.
She replied with "Saraaah." in that stopembarassingyourselfandactingsostupid tone.
I think it would very much be how buildings would look down on us if they had eyes to see. Don't you think so?
Anywho, romeo keeps biting my toes.
I have no idea of he finds it fun or he's just bored all the time but yes, he nibbles my toes ):
Maybe they taste good?
I know I use mango and peach showergel, aha!
I don't know. I guess I was just thinking if animals are like humans, or humans like animals.
Stiill, I can't imagine going around nibbling peoples toes ):
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'Taa (:

Raining; nonsence.

eugene said
Your recent blog uploads are kinda like the Malaysian bus: none for ages, then 3 come along at once.
Not that I'm complaining, of course.
And after reading 3 of em, I can sum up your mood: saccharine.

Lol.
Eugene says my mood is 'saccharine'.
Unfortunately I don't know what that means so I googled it up.

sac·cha·rine (sāk'ər-ĭn, -ə-rēn', -ə-rīn') adj.
1 Of, relating to, or characteristic of sugar or saccharin; sweet.
2 Having a cloyingly sweet attitude, tone, or character: a saccharine smile.
3 Excessively sentimental: "It was enough for him to rely on sentiment . . . and saccharine assertions about The Home" (Kate Millett).

Ironically, I still don't know what it means and you're not online so I can't ask you ): Eugene lemme know okay?
It's true though.
I don't blog for ages and then when things come up, I do.
Wow, my life resembles growth spurts.
You grow tall all of a sudden, oh and sideways too and then you plateau.
Excitement comes all of a sudden and then there's a plateau.
I would blog if there were things to talk about and now I'm thinking, "Is my life boring?" ):
I need things to blog about so I don't swing from none to three posts hmm?
Toopics people!
Oh and Eugene, we miss you in class!
Brians still leaves an empty chair in case someone like ehm, BRENDAN comes.
(:
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I woke up last night at two in the morning and heard thunder.
I needed to go to the loo and apparently, my helper says that when it's cold you have a tendency to use the loo more often.
Anywho, it's been raining since then and now it's 6.17pm ):
I thought I could still go swimming when it kiind of stopped but noo, it started raining again.
Stupidly, I was already half way walking to the club when the rain poured.
The cars passing by either would have thought I was running away from home, abandoned, or just plain mad. I think it's the third.
I grunted my 'Urgh ):' turned around and started walking back home. Theen, I thought to myself, "This is actually quite fuun! (:" So instead of grunting again and again, I prayed that the rain would fall harder since, I was already half drenched.
This is kind of like the saying, when you've already drawn an elephant on your dad's car with permanent ink and you know you'll get a scolding, you might as well continue drawing the rest of the jungle.
Oh wait, I came up with that myself.
I can see all the young parents coming after me with spades, cangkuls and water balloons.
Heey, the have water too!
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I haven't swam for a while thanks to the rain though.
Tsk all the pros and cons of things.
I like it yet, in my brain, "Willigetfatwilligetfatwilligetfat?" "DoesmuscleturntofatDoesmuscleturntofatDoesmuscleturntofat?"
Evelyn, help? ):
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"Eh, your sister looks very grown up huh?"
I knoow ):
It's nice seeing her grow up I guess, but I miss the time when she would suck her toes and put the semicircled ball over her head(:
She's thiis much closer to becoming taller than me now (:
Must grow tall, must grow tall.
Sigh, I L Y la Sandra (:
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Kk.
I shall go shower the rain water off my hair.
I might suffer the effects of acid rain ):
Ooh, I felt the buurn.
'Taa.
Ooohh, and I've removed my number already.
To all those who told me to do so due to safety, thank you a million goldfishes. As Rachel says too, "You know who you are." (: (:

You're a loser and my dog doesn't like you, Blogger .

I was quite optimistic tonight.
I thought I could post a BELATED post for Rachel.
I thought I could do a '100 things I want to do before I die' for Brian.
I failed; miserably ):
I was halfway uploading all the pictures when Blogger becomes stupid and hangs half way.
Ish, oh how I hate technology.
Oh well, I shall not leave undefeated.
I managed to upload these two pictures and I guess that'll just have to content me for now.
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Meet my new puppy, Romeo (:
He's a toy poodle and currently three weeks old.
He bites my toes and fingers when he can't find his chewing sock.
He runs and his two back legs give little skips.
His tail is sticking out like and antenna and his fur is apricot coloured.
So far, he's peed twice on the floor and I've had to wipe it up ): Eew.
I'm going to bath him tomorrow just to make sure he's clean.
He needs a rubberball, pink leash and cute costume.
He's so small that when he's on the marble floor, he slidesss.
I'm still in the state of shock that there's a new puppy IN the house but I'm happy (:

Welcome to the family Romeo; Romeo Lee.
(:

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Look forward to Rachel's bday post and '100 things I want to do before I die.'
If I remember and don't procrastinate.
'Taa.

First of all, I've changed my number to 012.

To those of you who got a message from me, I do hope that I sent you the correct number which is 012 not, o17. Apparently, the fifteen minutes I spent staring into the sim card package, attempting to memorize my new number did NOT work. Sandra went with me to get her new number. I got the easier number to memorize. Ironically, she could remember after five minutes and I couldn't buut NOW I can (: So yes, do drop me a tinkle ever so often. If you do dial 017 and an old man picks up, don't blame me though. I have attempted to correct my mistake. You have been waarned!
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I went swimming and there were these whole group of around 10 year old boys.
They were floating all around the pool yelling. " Attack!", "Defend!", "Shooot!"
One of them swam into the middle lane where I was and I nearly kicked him.
They had board floats which they were using as shields and guns.
I felt like grabbing one from them and knocking each ones heads.
Ish; 10 year old boys with wild imaginations.
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I was waiting for Mummy to come get me from a cafe today because she had to go back home to get something. These two girls who happened to be from my school were there and they, being two young girls, came around my table, hid behind the chair and peeped up. I looked at them and smiled and they ran away, laughing. I know this may sound pathetic but that intimidated me okaay. Did I look fat, or ugly, or did I have something stuck in my teeth? I decided to give them the benefit of the doubt and ignored them. They came around like a few seconds later, I smiled and they laughed again. You know how insecure I feelt! I felt like sinking into the ground when a few seconds later, they did the same thing, agaain. I took a deep breath and smiled the widest smile and asked them, "Do you like school?" Surprisingly, they didn't run away but smiled back! I though BINGOO. A few seconds later, they started asking mee questions.
"What's your teachers name?"
"Who's your best friend"
"Do you like the nuggets in the canteen?"
"Your hair is so long laa (:"
"Do you like High School Musical 2?"
"Gabriella or Sharpay?"
"I like Sharpay because she got alot of pink." one of 'em answered.
"No la, Sharpay is nauughty. Gabriella is better." the other one said.
"Why you never wear your school shoes?"
It was soo interesting seeing all the questions they came up with. Kind of made me think what exactly goes on in a six and five year old's brain (: I got more relaxed and smiled back, not my widest but probably most comfortable smile in the whole fifteen minutes and replied them with,
"Mr. Mani."
"I don't eat nuggets la dearie (:"
"Hee, your hair is longer (; You want me to cut it for you or not?"
"Yes, I did like it did you? I know you have a crush on Zac Efron right?"
"Hee, yes I like Gabriella. I know you like Sharpay because you muust be naughty too (:"
"I didn't wear school shoes because I didn't go to school today (:"
OMG. From one question to another. The older sister began telling me stories about her younger sister like how she likes to go swimming with her cousin and why her two front teeth fell out. About the teeth, I looked at her and she smiled for me to see (: Yes, they were gone. Unfortunately their Mummsie called them and they had to go.
'Twas fun. Veery fun (:
Oh little five and six year old girls (:
They beat 1o year old screaming boys aanyday.
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I saw Mr. Elf AGAAIN ):
Like hello, I'm stuck and with stickier than sticky glue, glue.
He showed me how the costumes are going to look and now I don't know if he's expecting me to say yes or not.
He says he might be able to end the last show earlier so I can go for the wedding dinner.
WHAAT laa ):
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Gabriel and WenSze are leaving for Europe.
I made them something (:
Gabriel : Thanks for being the phone guy and attempting to get my uuber high referee chair.
Wen Sze : Thanks for doing QT with me and all the Winnie the Pooh notes last year (:
You two take care and have fun.
I want to learn Espanyol from you both when you get back kaay? (:
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And then I saw em tumbling about, attempting to eat raisins and doing somersaults on the bed.
I turned into a puddle of water.
Aiyoh they're so cute I want to cry ):
Ah.
Aah.
Aaah.
'Taa.

Finito.

PPHHEEWW (pauses)
Hello woorld!
Don't ask me how long it took to upload all these pictures. I'm, just happy it's done.
It's either Blogger really is this annoying or I don't know how to upload pictures the correct way. As Rachel goes, "So nooob." Anywho, I shall not dwell on the fact that I took nearly a quarter of my time while being awake during the entire day to upload everything, and let it ruin my day. Ah, I sound so optimistic. If I told Mummy she would think her real daughter got abducted by aliens.
It's been a while since there was a proper posting thanks to PMR which, I have to admit has been over long ago buut, that did contribute to the fact that I've been procrastinating, yet again. ): Now that it is, over, I'm basically rotting at home and making noise for the neighbors to hear. Yes, aiming to go swimming to become taller too. In a nutshell, these have been the recent happenings starting from riight at the beginning. Yaay!

The week before Pmr.
As Mr.Chong my maths teacher would say.
"Pre-PMR-Stresss." Ppft.
This is just what happens when you give Anderson a water soluble marker; he grafitises church walls. No la but seriouusly, I get to the week before the wedding! I'm supposed to draw happy people and flowers to decorate the glass. Ooh, How fuun!

This proves that I really did revise okaay.
Then I fliped a page and found this.
JONATHAN TAN! He's apparently my number one fan after I taught him how to do an algebra question. Lol imagine if I taught him how to do two! He might have put me onto an elephant and took me around KL proclaiming my idol-ness.
Hah, he sings in class and therefore I call him 'Raoul'. You know like Phantom Of The Opera? In turn he calls me 'Christine' but Jonathan? I don't sing o_O Hee, he's so funny.

And when it diid end, I got happy (: (:
No, I figured out that my camera is able to take shots of me jumping of the ledge like a psycho. And since I can banish those History text books for a while, why not waste time hmm? Eyy, It was fun okay ):

Jengjengjeng.
After that, as promised, daddy and me headed down to aplaceinKL to buy, this (:
I wanted a 3.2 Megapixel flip but that wasn't available so I settled with this one. Close enough? It's like the idiom killing two birds with one stone.
It's pink, has a camera with a nottoobadscreen aand, it FLIPS.
Okay in this case it's like killing three birds then.
My first few shots after squealing that I figured out how to load pictures to the computer (:
Eh, please don't "Nooob" me again.
My Cherrycheeno (:
One thing that never fails to make me happy.
(Nudgenudge Daddy)
Speaking of this, remember the guy at the cafe who asked me to be an eelf? He asked me agaain! So now, I'm reaally considering. Because accepting it means I might have to miss Anderson and Joanna's wedding, aand, Christmas. Yet, how many times do I get to give out free hugs and be on stage in the middle of Mid Valley?
Boohoo.
I really don't like making decisions you know <:( This makes me happy too, no doubt.
The night after PMR, was Kong-kong's birthday.
My dear grandfather with the white hair and adorable smile turned 89 (: Praise God.
we had a dinner from him and my uncle's family from Singapore came down as a surprise. At first I didn't know if it was such a good idea to surprise a man that age, know what I mean, but it turned out good. It's really nice seeing him smile because for an 89 year old man, he still washes the car, eats colorful cupcakes me and Sandra bake, watches High School Musical when Sandra and me watch it and looks at my History textbook. I L Y (:
This is Cheryl.
She says you shouldn't look at trees at night.
We're going to buy a house in Europe when we get jobs.
She eats weird things I conjure up for her.
Like blue cheese, corn, raisins, yongtaufoo sauce, strawberry's and coconut ice-cream, all pilled into a neat hill on a fancy looking plate (:
This is Yvonne.
She's funny (:
.. and going to kill me.
This is the whole family with JoelLee missing in action.
We miss you Koo ):
Come back soon with my kangaroo and surfer dude (Tall, dark and handsome. Not too tall, just tall enough that out kids get the 'long people' genes.)
Because my aunty's birthday falls 5 days after my grandfathers, we celebrated her birthday too.
Basically we sang 'Happy Birthday" two times and had two cakes. I helped Mummy choose hers. It was fruit (: If you look closely you can see the two cakes are different.
And this is me and him.
Hee, I've always liked his hair.

We then celebrated Rachel's birthday on Sunday after but becaause the deaarie hasn't gotten down to sending me the pictures, I shall post her celebration later. (HINT, I'm waaiting hun.)

I spent a day with the triplets too (: (:
Aah! They make puppies look pathetic.

Carolyn, Ashley and Ryan.
They're all so different but each one of them is unique.
It's so hard to explain but it was really fun anyway (:
I hope next time I get a really cool number of kids too.
Like seven!

Followed Daddy to Dataran Merdeka to see the Malays 'Berbuka Puasa' for his company event.

It was soo colorful you would have gotten confused with the lalas in Sungei Wang.
A realy good eye opener though (:
See the little girl in the red bajukurung?
I think she thinks I was stalking her.
But she's cute ain't shee?

Left for Singapore just last week for the normal routine (:
Went swimming before to compensate for the grueling four hour journey and I found a frangipani by the pool. I want to go to Hawaaii now (: And learn how to do the hula and surf.
The norm.
Love hate thing.
Spent a night at the cousins' place and watched the Illusionist.
It's close to The Prestige and surprisingly, I understood it (:
I love the guy with the beard.
It's veery nice (: and that's coming from meee.
I'm generally a person who is stingy with the words "Oh that was a nice movie!"
Wandered downstairs a while the next morning and I found the closest thing to DisneyLand.
And I found an empty tennis court too.
On the way back, I had to go to the loo no surprise with my small bladder and theen, daddy made a wrong turn ): I had to withstand the gruesomeness for half an hour. Ppft I'm buying diapers.

Okkay.
I think I'm pretty much done here.
I'm going to stay away from the computer for a while.
My eyes are turning rectangular ):
(Pulls it widee open)
'Taa.

It's funny.
Recently my life has stepped a notch up from dull and I haven't been blogging about anything.
When theres nothing interesting at all, I come up with things to blog about; like about people in the pool.
Ppft.
I'm not saying it's been that amazing that I could consider my life to be F.U.N but it's been okay.
I've had things to do thanks to
Kong-kong's bday,
Rachel's birthday,
A day with the triplets,
My new phone.
Okay now that it's in words they don't seem so amazing but they were fun okaay.
Hmm, spur of the moment? Or did I really have fun.
Anywho, I lived :D :D
Now, I'm heading down to Singapore.
A four hour car journey where I probably will have to make loo stops every half an hour.
I have a veery, small bladder apparently.
Who knows, I might actually find something interesting to do in the car! Wish me luck anyhow as I'm currently blank in the head of things to do in the car for foour hours.
If you do think of something interesting which can entertain me, do beep me on my pink phone and let me know. I don't mind it being crazy as long as it ain't fatal or turns the whole world against me. I'll even take pictures for you to see if it's silly! Unless it involves a whooping elephant and a bikini in the car, I'll try my best to do whatever it is as long as it keeps me entertained.
Pictures to come when I rid procrastination. I proomise.
Until then, I need to go empty my bladder before the journey.
'Taa everyone.

I woke up late because my alarm clock rang half an hour after my designated time.
I spilled toothpaste on the floor and my shirt.
My eyes were dry and I was afraid my contacts would fall out half way through the exam but I poked them in anyway. They felt like plastic on my eyeballs.
I dozed off while doing my quiet time and awoke to Mummy knocking on my door. I wouldn't have been surprised if I got struck by lightning. Quiet time/Falling asleep? Look where my priorities were.
I finished brekkie late and it was a rainy morning. Not the heavy type which gives you good goosebumps but the drizzle that drains you out.
I didn't know which bag to stuff my books into and decided on the polkadoted Roxy one which was buried under all my other bags. Now, my cupboards a mess.
I hoped into the car and realized it was PMR day, the day when after 9 years of education, my brain would be put to it's full potential if there was any.
Halfway through, my teacher called Mummy and asked where I was. Everyone was in the examination room and I, stuck in a traffic jam.
I got out of the car cranky, left Daddy and Mummy with a "Don't worry this daughter's gonna just fail' statement, swore to myself under my breath and slammed the door being utterly pissed with myself.
When I reached, I was greeted by a teacher with "You're late, they're all inside already."
I fumbled with my pencilbox and was the last to set foot into the cold classroom.
It's okay God. It's aalways mee right? Ppft.

Great start huh? In 5 minutes, I caught my breath and had 15 more minutes to spare. I remembered Germaine's message that night. "All the best and remember to pray before you're exam ya?" I thought to myself that as bad as everything probably was going, it wouldn't hurt to hope, that this exam paper could go well and I prayed. Prayed that I would just be able to pass, finish on time and get through without breaking down like a moron.
"You may start, all the best."

Surprisingly, I finished on time.
It didn't seem long till the next paper and before I knew it, school was over.
Daddy picked me up and we went for lunch together at my favourite cafe.
My usual cherrychino and sandwich turned out blended and toasted just the way I like it.
Daddy and me have a good time talking about absolutely nothing.
We meet a guy(ang-moh:p) who said I had the right height and was of the right age for what he was looking for. He offered me a job at MidValley during the Christmas season to get paid by just having to dress up on the stage as an elf and hug little children. Good money may I add (: We're still considering.
We head home and the weather turns out to be really cool and windy, the way I usually like it. The chance of it stopping so I can go swimming is high but I decide not to get my hopes up just yet.
I do my Science exercises and surprisingly, remember that our ears are considered as organs. Basically, I don't mess up the paper as much as I though I would (:
I go upstairs and when I come back down, there's a parcel on the table for me from Tsen. I get pictures, a shirt and a floaty ball. Thanks babe (:
I leave the house smiling and when I reach, the pools not too crowded and the water is cold; just the way I like it.
I come back and out comes my neighbor, a 7 year old kid with his dog who doesn't slobber, jump or spit all over you. I smile and go over and the dog lies down at my feet and I pet it. ME, petting a dog o_O I think to myself, " Hey, at least a dog likes me hmm?"
I go in to shower and the little boy who has hazel brown eyes and soft crewcut hair turns around and says bye to me. I turn into a puddle.
Thank you God (:

So now, I'm wrecking my brain. Not sure if I should feel bad or accept the fact that that's just how humans are created. Flawed.
It's so easy to put the blame on God when things are messy but thank Him just as easily when there's a cherry on top of everything.
Acting like that isn't being all that fair to Him now is it?
Some things are just easier said then done. Kind of like saying, oh sure I want to pierce my belly but scream and run away when you see the samples in the piercing shop.
It's hard to grasp the fact that He doesn't give up on me when I seem like I'm, the lowest being on earth.
Superficial; You are.

I feel annoyed.
I feel thankful.
I feel confused.
I feel certain He's in control.
And may it stick in my serotonin depleted brain, that that, is the truth and will always be.