Reminiscing 2007 and Hopes of 2008

The year is coming to an end and people start making those new resolutions that they probably would never fulfil even half of the list in the year to come. The year had been bittersweet for me and right now I wish to share my recollections of this year's memorable events and personal development that shaped me to what I am today:

1. I decided to do a "Matrix" on a Hyundai Accent. As much as I do not adore the brand, it was something I did try to run away from, but unsuccessfully. Hence, this led to my knee to be screwed in with a metal plate that would probably the reason why I might not pass through metal detectors again.

2. As to how Twinny 1 put it, it was the year when "Singapore Swing" was not a bash. Instead Singapore swung twice and put me in that dizzy spell for that few seconds.

3. I abandoned my deepest desire to wear a cloak at the launch of the last Harry Potter book. That affected me... for a few hours until the postman delivered my brother's copy right at our doorstep and I had to wait an agonizing 2 days to read it.

4. I decided to abstain from dating for the rest of the year since April. And I have been successful. Only 3 days left to count down. Please be proud of me. :p

5. I quitted 2 bad habits; the on-off puffing and biting my nails. The latter had been kind of tough during my recovery period, what not with the pain and absolute boredom, so... I need to kick it back again in the coming year.

6. The reminiscing of our NACLI (Sec 3) camp crushes amongst Twinny 1, Jen, A and me. Absolute stupidity for the reasons of the crushes. Shh...

7. I was forced to model for Fujifilm. Just in case you see my photo when you are looking through Fujifilm demo photos, please tell the promoter to tell Vincent (photographer) I want ALL my photos. Especially the gorgeous ones. Thanks.

8. The signing of my El Nino by Liverpool for 20 million pds. Wow. Can that guy who already scored 15 goals for the Reds get any hotter??

9. FACEBOOK. Friendster is so passe; now I can throw sheep at people and buy my naughty friends the kinkiest stuff. In addition to that, since I don't gamble, I just predict outcome of soccer matches by which I am very good at, compared to the guy friends. Oh, one of the international friends I made in there actually include a Scouser who identified me as a Reds fan from my nick. How cool is that.

10. It is the year of the missing eyeliners. My Avon and Body Shop kohls have mysteriously disappeared within weeks of buying them. To date, I bought 4 eyeliners already. That's equivalent to 80-90 bucks of eyeliners alone. Damn.

11. KARAOKE. I'm od-ing on it already due to passing on the hobby to relatives and other friends. But I have got to admit, at the very least I still have some voice left after screaming (not singing) to Kelly Clarkson's "Since You've Been Gone", not bad after all...


Hopes of 2008 (in no ranking order of complications):

1. Arsenal and Chelsea (showing signs already with the 0-0 and 4-4 draw) to start losing points and Ferguson showing signs of a heart attack at the bench ala Gerard Houllier so that Manchester Utd becomes chaotic and that Ferdinand starts leaking in the defence and goals. Its a hope that can evolve in terms of imagination as long as Liverpool finally wins our first premiership title in 18 years.

2. To visit Anfield with The Cow and be cheering at the match. The real LIVE match. Lets save the money, girl.

3. To wear my heels again. Pray for my full recovery...

4. To quit my nail-biting habit. For good.

5. To be back in the dating game. Move over rivals, here comes Ryu.

6. To hear good news of my students' O-Levels results, well, they'd better give me good news.

7. To have more money (duh, who doesn't hope for this...) for shopping.

8. To go for more occasions where I can finally wear my unworn dresses.

9. To not let my eyeliners go missing. Seriously.

10. To own N81. ARGH!!!

11. To be loved by more and more people, this probably being the most easily-achieved hope of all since I am such a lovable person by nature...

Lastly, please enjoy this short video of this stray fat turtle roaming in my house...

Six Years On...

The clock ticked midnight
Made one fall prey to fatigue
If not for the rat race,
It'd still be six in the screams of unison
While I glanced upon my mission,
To destroy her blacks
And never to look back,
Her mind travelled the space
As she mumbled, six years,
Six years on...
Our strength has persisted
Even beyond our own expectations
Of the friendship forged
The melody and words haunt us
For we're still keeping the ties
that bound us since the chapter began

Ps: The writer is sore about being unable to complete her mission to destroy's Glasses' black troops in Risk despite being undeniably close to ripping them apart...

Why Hady Won Asian Idol

1. For a song that shouts triumph (Gemilang), Jaclyn sure didn't sing it as if she was in one; what Ken Lim said was true, that he felt it was like a routine for her. And seriously, just how many more times can you sit through that same song she over-performed?? It only proved one thing. She was not stretching her limits and the song was her comfort zone.

2. Abhijeet's "Look Into My Eyes" was draggy and yawning. Period.

3. Mau was purely showing off her vocals. There is a fine line that separates Alicia Keys and Mariah Carey (the latter was definitely breathless trying to reach her own notes of "We Belong Together", call it ambitious). And she lacks the X-factor. Need I say more?

4. No doubt that Vy was as sweet as candy. But as much as her powerful vocals was showcased in her English number, her Vietnamese song pulled her down, no cotton candy could save that. In addition, she probably earned the envy of too many girls who thought that she would one day run off with their boyfriends.

5. Mike, touted as the hot favourite, looked too much like an Asian Ruben Studdard. Being relatively seen as a "weaker" (I beg to differ, of course) counterpart to America, him being chosen could result in the lack of originality that Asians possess. Well, you can't blame them fully, what not with the rip-off music and films that so many Asian artistes and directors are guilty of.

6. Minahs of Indonesia and Malaysia probably was praying for this good-looking chap to come and perform in their countries. They also might hold the hopes of him choosing one of them as his wife. Hence, the majority of the 2nd votes that Hady won by. Although his choice of "Beautiful Day" was bad due to the lack of his vocal showcase, it proved one more thing. The song, previously sung by the winner of World Idol, had that good luck charm that might have been rubbed off by Bono due to his humanitarian efforts.

P.s: The writer admitted that she did not cast a single vote for Hady as she had planned to, being utterly disappointed at his choice of songs. Also, the Liverpool game (that they stupidly lost) was weighing more on her mind than Asian Idol. Nonetheless, she still feels very proud that Singapore has Hady Mirza to boast about to other countries.

Disclaimer: This entry is written with no intentions of insult to any of the idols above. Its just a more comical approach.

For Stupidity and Love

Welcome to the life of Jazz and Bumblebee, where they indulge in utter stupidity, yet showing that they'd never give up once they're... stuck on doing some things.

Lo and Behold!

I shall give you a preview!





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You Sexy Thing

Sexy has been brought on an entirely different meaning for some fanatics.

For some 2 girls of the Kop, sexy can be subjectively defined as a bloody lip and a weave through the opponents.

It probably puts these girls in a league of their own when their Liverpool had some fantastic win in the middle of the night.

I was romancing her boyish skipper, and she was with my El Nino.

In our dreams. Literally. Make that on the same night.

Its just an undescribable telepathy.

We actually exchanged our loves temporarily.

Not that either of us is complaining.

Except for the part when we had to wake up. :p

Vocal Randomizations...

SCV is like a God-send. For many movies that I have basically missed and thought I'd never watch them again, they gave me that second chance.

I started singing to Sound of Music, the movie I never could quite appreciate in my younger days (I seriously had a bad grasp of English where I could not understand British or American slangs). And so I went, opera-ishly... The hiiiiiiills are aliiiiiive, with the sound of muuuusic... I am sixteen, going on seventeen (oh yes, I wish I am)...

Oh, how about The Bodyguard? That actually stirred up my personal vocal playlist where I'd yell out "I wanna ruuuuuun to youuuuuuuu" on just some random mornings and my sister would be yelling at me from downstairs to stop the singing. Geez. Well, in the first place, I really have no idea who to run to. But hello, I ain't that bad a singer, ok? Ok, maybe Whitney Houston isn't really my cup of tea. Heh.

Its fine. Dearest brother made me organize a karaoke outing with my uncle and family and our cousins. He's paying so I don't have much problems with that except that..........


WHY MUST MY WISDOM TOOTH AFFECT ME AGAIN? AAAAAAARRRRGH!!!