Chocomama likes chocolates!

She Huffs and She Puffs and... Oops, She's OLD!

2006-08-08T11:13:00.000-12:00

Yeap! That's right, folks!

Coming to you LIVE! from Swee Huat Garden (most commonly pronounced "Sweet Heart Garden" by 'Ang- moh' airport officials -_-'') this is Miss Juang, bringing you the latest news on what's HOT! and what's not.

Just moments ago, the world (well, 2 of the world's population lar) stood witness as the 'coolest- mummy- on- earth' made a wish and blew the candles of her "going- into- age" birthday cake. Now that's HOT! ;p

A bird's eys view of the pwetty lil' cake which challenged my 'navigation skills' head on. (yes, i can proudly say I know the way to Le Apples now, thank you very much.)

Wait- there's more to the cake than wordings on the top ;)

Get the full picture now? Cute, ain't it ;p

Monte Carlo rocks my socks!

A lil' something for mummy dearest =)

Man, I'll never forget the look on mummy's face when:
- she walked into the total darkness of my room (expecting to see this "freaky great big bug" which I am too much of a sissy to catch myself -_-'') but instead...
- was met by bright orange flames dancing happily on the candles of her cute lil' cake which...
- I adroitly laid atop a cute lil' coffee table on my balcony.

That look on her face- Pure joy & surprise, baby! =D
What can I say? I'm good. Haha, perasaan eh ;)

'My mummy is so fat that... wheeennn she jumps for joyyy... she gets... stuck!'

HAHAHA mannn, I can just so imagine her kicking my ass if I tell her that to her face.
Hmm... you know what? I'm gonna go try it out on her- just to see if my prediction was right ;)

Miss Juang
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(pretend today's 21st July 2006 and my "LIVE" report will live up to it's name ;p)

Dawn of the Undead.

2006-07-06T21:47:00.000-12:00

I had a good session with my shrink for once. They could be pretty maddening.

I saw Dr. Otter once a week, had been doing so for nearly two months now, and he'd finally gotten around to interpreting the dreams. Not that I agreed with anything he said, but at least he was saying something now instead of grunting and nodding. And that seemed to indicate progress. Of a sort.

It was my daughter who unwittingly put us together. Jana happened to mention noticing Otter's office near a hangout she and her boyfriend frequented. I had driven by one day, caught Dr. Otter encased in an old- fashioned fedora, small, compact body transversing the parking lot with a succient efficiency she'd found somehow comforting. I'd made an appointment the next day.

He greeted me, doleful and immaculate, at his office door. 'Miss Juang, I'm Dr. Otter."

I had to bite my inner cheek hard not to laugh, and at that, I gave a short snort. He looked like an otter! The thick, flat, sleeeked- back hair- as though he'd just emerged from a stream- the gray bushy mustache, the twinkling granny glasses. Extending his hand, he looked like he was begging for a mackerel. Not rambunctiously joyful like an otter, unfortunately. Rather cool, in fact.

I put it down to professional detachment, de rigueur for analysis. I would talk, Otter would listen. That's how it worked.

For the first few sessions it did not work. I sat cool and contained before his burlwood desk, rambling on about this and that- my first crush on a certain odd- eyed senior... the death of my beloved dog, Lucky... the top chocolate manufacturer who'd seen fit to leave mer for his 2nd cousin just weeks after she'd given birth to my only child, Jana.

Otter listened and jotted, nodded and listen.

Then during te 3rd session, he surprised me. He put down his pen and asked me point- blank why I felt I needed to see a psychiatrist. I was tyaken aback. But much of my surprise and stammering was delayed.

Finally. in the middle of it, the tears came. And I began to talk- at last- in earnest. I began describing the dream. The recurring dream that had come to haunt me. The way it began, which was always the mist. The lost feeling. And the dread.

And finally the woman. Fair of skin, one streak gold of hair, winding shreads of cloth stained red of blood trailing the pale form as it approached me out of the fog. The lifeless, empty, blank stare. And the thin, imploring reaching arms... summoning...

R.I.P

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So what do you think. Cool eh? ;) And just in case you're wondering if that image got a reaction from me... HELL YEAH!!! Imagine coming face to face with your corpse, looking at your 'dead- self' right in the eyes. FREAKYYY! O_O Freaky, but cool.

Let me just say, Wong Yen Tau strikes again! -_-''

And oh yeah! Apologies for letting slipped my mind...

WARNING: Viewers' discretion is advised as the image you are about to see (have already just seen ;p) can be a lil' bit... u know. ^_^

The Girl In Her Mirror

2006-06-15T22:41:00.000-12:00

Nothing could ever prepare her for this moment. Nothing. Not even the endless nights spent in tears, ruminating over the decision. She made this decision and for the first time in her life, she had to stick to her decision. She was no longer the fickle little girl, clinging on, for dear life, on her mother’s apron strings. Choice was not a luxury she could afford; leaving, perhaps, was the only choice.

How everyone else envied her! A chance to start out in a new country, to meet new friends, to learn new things and to leave the dreaded education system, but no one understood the chilling loneliness that engulfed her. In less than twenty- four hours, she was due on a plane; a plane that would take her further away than she has ever been from her little safety net that she called home.

Her suitcase, placed in an inconspicuous corner of her room, was carefully filled with clothes, mementos, photographs and anything of sentimental value she could carry. It was finally closed. It was heavy, but nothing like the burden of her heart. She had difficulties packing up her emotions and uprooting herself. It was much simpler to move material things.

When people asked whether she was packed and ready to go, she nodes 'yes' but she knew that she was living a lie. She was packed, but ready was something she will never be. Even standing in front of the school, miles away from home, living another life, she will never be ready.

Sleep was an elusive drug and tonight, and she had lost all ability to dream. She sat on her balcony, looking out to the familiar bright lights atop her green fence, smiling back like an old friend. Quietly, she contemplated her predicament. She knew that worrying was useless but it was a bad habit she indulged in. and while slow melancholic MP3's played in the background, time slowed to a crawl and she absent- mindedly bit her lower lip- he hated it when she did that.

But he didn't care about her now. Not since the day he left with Aunty Naomi- not since the day he left.

Her mother now lay in the next room, a broken woman. When she walked pass the room, she could her the now- frequent muffles cries. It was too painful to stay and her mum offered her a "get out of jail free" card- a ticket to Australia and a place in a university in Melbourne. The divorce settlement was a tidy sum, he was a famous man and a court case would bring unwanted attention. Her mother no longer needed to work. She jumped at the chance to leave before and now, she had actually grown some sort of attachment to the pain. It was easier to wallow in it than to try to get out of the rut.

Change brought a great deal of uncertainty. She didn't like things she was uncertain of. Agreeing to go was a lapse of judgment. He destroyed the family. Her mother caught him in the office with the secretary, the woman whom her mother treated like her own sister- the very same woman whom she welcomed with open arms to be part of their family. The woman who laughed and smiled with her daughter; the woman who brought dolls and candy on every single visit.

Aunt Naomi had no family of her own. She was brought up in an orphanage. So she got an invitation to join them every single damn holiday. But nooo, that was not enough for her, nothing's ever enough for her. She wanted more; she wanted a man and it did not matter that he was married with children- and that was what she got. He slipped away further and further away from her mother’s grasp. That woman was only thirty and he was turning fifty- two.

She kneeled piously before bedtime every night like she was brought up to, saying her silent prayers to god. When she first found out the truth, she cried her heart and soul out, she cried till her tears were dry, asking and hoping for god to return him. He belonged to them, to their family. She called and called, day and night, for an answer from god and even he turned away from her. He had failed her in her time of need. There was no god, she concluded- there was no god. He was a lie told to little children to get them to behave- just like Santa.

Perhaps she was finally leaving her childhood behind, leaving all those silly hopes of becoming an astronaut, a world- famous model and saving the world (then, she thought she would be able to do it simultaneously, just like her Barbie dolls). She was now becoming a young lady, someone who had to fend for herself, write her own cheques, clean her own clothes and attempt to make a nutritious three- course meal of Campbell's soup, instant noodles (chicken- curry flavored) and a chocolate bar(s) for desert. She didn’t have the strength to carry on. She was exhausted from the luggage she was carrying. No matter how hard she tried to open and empty the bag, it was locked and somewhere along the way, she had lost the key. It was too long ago that she had misplaced it. There was no hope of finding it again.

Slowly, morning crept up on her and for the first time in years, she saw the sun rise. It was another morning in the city and no matter how her world crumbled and fell apart, no matter how she screamed and yelled for affection, everyone else continued living just like the day before. Time did not stop for her, she was still due to the airport in 13 hours. Maybe this put everything in perspective for her because no matter how bad every single thing was, no mattr how everything went wrong in her life, her problems were nothing compared to those of the world. At the very least, she would be able to lead a normal life over there. Maybe normalcy would cure her heartache. She had her doubts, but blind faith and unquestioning hope was her only alternative.

But yet, hope was for the unthinking and for all her years' worth of education, the $$$ paid to various schools, she was not one of those favoured by god. She just had to create her own story. She braced herself for the trip, busying herself with mundane activities and finally, it was time for her to leave.

The car ride to the airport passed by faster than she would like it to be, but she would have liked for many other things that would not become a reality. She had to get use to not having her way anymore. The man who gave it to her- buying her toys and pretty little clothes- was around no more.

Looking out, the city was a lot more beautiful and she drank it all in like a convict's last supper.

Standing at the gate, she wiped a tear from her and painted a smile on her face, saying her final goodbyes before she embarked on her new life. Nothing will be the same anymore. Nothing will. Painfully, she turned away from her dear mother and walked briskly passed the guards. It was time to embrace her decision.

Are You Afraid Of The Dark?

2006-05-28T21:17:00.000-12:00

Genesis 1: 3- 5 (Then God commanded, "Let there be light"- and light appeared. God was pleased with what he saw. Then he separated the light from the darkness, and he named the light "Day" and the darkness "Night". Evening passed and morning came- that was the first day.)

Unfortunately for us MD- ians, our administrators felt compelled to do just that. Yeah, you heard me. Our "dear" administrators felt compelled do just that. And guess what? That was exactly what they did.

Ever notice how the light intensity of our auditorium cascades as one approaches the stage? Of course you have! Either that or you're:

1) some blur- box who wanders around campus with your eyes half closed, your range of vision further narrowed down by three quarters to 25% (due to 'hood of tudong' pulled down too low), and definitely not taking advantage of the one quarter line of vision you have left ( Line of vision is right- a thin, thin line.)

2) not a 'Sharing & Caring' citizen of the "great and wonderful MD" which then, I shall excuse you. ^_^ ( btw, I cannot resist but remind you that MD has got one of the world's lamest motto in... err... 'The Guiness Book Of World's Lamest Motto')

Ok, I think that was my cue to stop being a Lame- O. Where was I again? Ah, yes! Ever notice how the light intensity of our auditorium cascades as one approaches the stage? One moment you're walking through this set of double doors where you're greeted by all thing bright and beautifulful. You move forward, you walk on. And the next moment, you find yourself being enveloped in a haze of smoke as a blanket of darkness descends upon you. You stop walking and look around. You realize the blanket of darkness obscuring your vision. You resort to the next obvious maneuver- you think. Ooo, guess what? Morning passed and evening came- that was the first day. -_-"

Gawd! Like, seriously! How in heaven's name can MD expect to be the mass producer of 'the nation's brightest and most achieved' when we're left to come up with brilliant solutions to mind- numbing questions obscured by our own shadows? *Rants in a single breath*: mind- numbing questions which are vital that one answers as many as one is able to and as correctly as possible as it plays a role when it comes to deciding one's placement in a future uni, yada, yada, yada... How?! Macam mana?

I mean, think about it. How well can one work when one's to be seated at a particular spot for an hour or more and having to squint at every single alphabet just to make enough sense of a sentence? How is that even possible with the situation made worse by one's silhouette dancing disco on the question paper when one scratches one's head or adjusts her tudong? How? How? How? You tell me la! Sheesh... And here we are, supposedly the 'bright future of the country'. At this light intensity that our auditorium is having, the so- called "bright" future of the country can just go 'kong- kiang!' la! (In layman's terms: 'ka- pluttt!')

So there I was in the auditorium, present for my very first morning papers. Luck (some of it) was on my side that day as I was fortunate enough to be placed in the 'zone of moderate light intensity', the equator separating "Day" and "Night". Knowing there was a 50- 50 chance that luck may abandon me when I return for my other papers later afternoon, I stayed behind after the collection of the first papers. While waiting for the stream of students to flow out, I came up with a kick- ass speech in my head. Main objective, of course, being that I would convince the examiner to bend the rule of 'placements of seating according to index number' when it came to me and insert me somewhere, anywhere, in the 'region of moderate to high light intensity'. (Hey, it was a pretty convincing speech ok? ;p)

As the last few students trickled out, it was SHOW TIME! I inspected the few examiners within the degrees of my contact lenses and decided to approach an older, fatherly- looking one (let's jus call him Baba =p). Walking towards him. I called out in an innocent, soft voice. "Cikgu." (Yes, it's true. Contrary to popular belief, I can be soft. When I choose to, and only when it's completely and utterly necessary =D) "Cikgu? Cikgu? Cikgu?"

No response.

Oh well, seems to me being 'soft' just doesn't work too well on my part. Cranking my voice back to my normal volume, "HI CIKGU!" Guess my 'normal volume' was obviously too high because I somehow managed to turn the heads of both Baba and his friend. "Kenapa, moi? Ada apa masalah?" " Oh ya, Cikgu. Ada." Then...

HOLY CRAP! The speech I prepared was in FRIGGIN' ENGLISH!!!

Oh well, too late to bail now. Enunciating each word slowly and as clearly as I was capable, I signed up for another one of my 'self- embarrassing' competition.

Mua - Err.. err.. nanti ada peperiksaan lagi di petang kan, cikgu?
Baba - Ya, ada lagi. Kenapa?
Mua - Ohhh.. nada, nada. Ohh.. ada, ada. Saya akan pulang ke sini petang nanti lagi untuk peperiksaan Matematik. Bolehkah bagi saya duduk di belakang?
Baba’s friend- Di belakang? Tapi kita bagi murid duduk bardasarkan index nombor mereka. Kanapa, moi.
(I wanted to have them know I experienced sitting way up in front earlier in the year and the conditions there made me really uncomfortable, nervous, panicky and it affected my thoughts) Here’s how it came out:

Mua - Saya takut. Kerana saya takut. O_O
*Baba & friend had surprised looks on their faces and smiled*
Baba - Takut? Kenapa takut, moi?
And before I knew it...

Mua - Kerana gelap.
(OH GAWD! What the hell? This was so NOT the 'convincing piece of speech' I had in mind ya? And GAWD! How could I have forgotten that 'nervous' in Malay is 'gementar'?!! O_o")

*Now Baba and friend burst out laughing*
Both - Gellap? Takut? Jangan takut, saya ada di disini la.
Mua - Ya, saya tahu. Tapi saya masih takut.
Baba's friend- Jangan takut lah, moi. Saya akan bawa torch light untuk kamu nanti ok?
(Now it was my turn to laugh, but I suppressed it to try keep my composure, appearing small, scared and innocent.)

Mua - Kalau boleh saya nak eh. Di depan sana benar benar gelap bah, cikgu.
Baba - Gelap? Takut? Semua orang pun sama sama takut la.
Mua - Ya, saya tahu. Tapi saya tak sama la, cikgu. Saya sangat sangat takut, you tahu?
(The bevy of lady examiners finally spoke after watching us from a distance.)

Some lady- Kanapakah di sana.
Baba - Tidaklah. Murid ini takut gelap.
Same lady- Apa? Apa kamu kata?
Baba's friend- Murid ini. Dia sangat takut gelap.

O_o''

HAHAHAHAHA!!! OMG! I swear, I had to use every remaining amount of self- control I had left to not go "BUKAN BUKAN BUKAN! Kamu semua tak faham!!!" Mannn, it was hilarious when all them examiners turned to ckeck out 'murid yang takut gelap itu'.

Gosh, such weird thing can only happen to me. They always do. But hey, at least I gave the examiners an encounter which I am sure they can classify a 'never- before' experience right? ;)

Overall lesson learnt: My Malay lexis is rocky at best.

And until the 7^th of June when AS officially ends for me, this is 'The kid who is afraid of the dark' signing out!

Oh, and just in case you were wondering, my fairytale ending did come true- my eyes & my butt lived happily ever after in a faraway kingdom of 'high light intensity'. ^_^

Happy Birthday,Wendy Babay!

2006-04-30T18:50:00.000-12:00

BEEP! Hello, sweetie! Look at your clock right this instant and tell me the exact time. (No cheating!) Is it 11.59 pm? If it’s not (which I’m totally sure) then *clap clap* to me, I’ve just proven that you are... 'TEE- KEE'! Haha ;D

Well babes, HAPPY 18^th BIRTHDAY! Today,s your official step out of 'babyhood' so tell me tell me, how does it feel being 18? Hmm... based on personal experience, I’d say 'old & retarded'. Haha, juuusss kidding.

As of today, you're officially legal so... watcha waiting for? Quick go get your license! Then u can be my personal map and compass so I'll be able to navigate Brunei without getting lost- you drive in front, I follow behind. (Btw, I'm so over the 20 – 45 km/h ah! So you'll have to drive faster than that or I'll beeeeep you from behind ah.) Lol!

Leng loi, we've easily sailed through another year together and it just comes to prove how well we function in each other's life. You're one of my closest girlfriend, one with whom I can just be 'plain ol' me'. We've gone through so much over the past few years which only made us stronger and brought us closer. Through all our ups and downs, we were able to support one another through almost everything and with almost anyone. I love the fact that we are able to communicate flawlessly and at the same time, be totally honest with each other.

The laughter we've shared, the tears we've shed, the memories we've made, I'll cherish for always and always. And YES! How can I not love the gullible you? Let us recap, shall we...

Gullible moment #1
Wendy - Sir, how are the hamsters? Where are there now?
Sir - They're fine. Just sleepy. They're inside closing their eyes.
Wendy - Harrr... they’re closing their eyes? You mean hamsters sleep?
Sir - Oh, no no! Hamsters don't sleep. They just like to rest their eyes.
Wendy - *totally innocent look on her face* Oh really? Ohhh, ok.
(Wendy continues with her Math while everyone stares and tries not to laugh.)
Wendy - What? What?! Oh Sir, you were lying to me! -_-

Gullible moment #2
(Outside condition was gloomy, indicating the near approach of rain. Indoors, conversation was revolved around turtles.)
Sir - In the olden days when the Chinese wanted to know if rain was coming, they'll touch a turtle's shell. If it's wet, rain will soon come. If it's dry, there won't be rain.
Everyone- Really?! Eh Sir, you're lying eh.
Sir - I’m not lying this time. It’s true. Instead of touching a turtle's shell, you can even touch your friend's back. Easy.
(Suddenly, I felt something on my back)
Wendy - But Sir, Juang's back is NOT wet!

Gullible moment #3
HAHAHA! Don't worry, darling! You’re lucky it’s your birthday today or I wouldn’t have spared you the embarrassment.

So you see, how can I not love you? =) *hugs 'tua liap' tight* (don’t worry, not 'you- know' ;p). Here's…

...you and me as a couple...

...with you on the left and me on the right...

...as USUAL!

Boy- oh boy! I sure can't wait for the day when you change your hair's parting so we can finally switch sides. Muuuah! ;)

OH, SORRY BUT... WAS SHE SUPPOSE TO FEEL HORNY? (based on a true story)

2006-04-14T21:00:00.000-12:00

And so it was Thursday. Which meant another day of life wasted away in school. Which meant at approximately 6.25 a.m, the all- too- familiar(and highly annoying) shrill cries of an alarm clock mercilessly alarmed a soundly- sleeping Juang :'( Which meant she was once again, just like the day before, and the day before that, reminded to rise and shine and get pumped up for another day of life wasted away in school. But it was Thursday. Which leads us to an EITHER/ OR situation. So here we go...

EITHER
Yippee- yay! Bio first thing in the morning. Juang should be wide awake, fully energized and able to withstand the predicted (and expected) mass of boredom impatiently waiting to mock her right in her tiny eyes.

OR
Damnnn! Bio first thing in the morning. If Juang was not fully awake( like she usually isn't), the predicted (and once again, expected) mass of boredom would work wonders and put her right back to "bed" in the blink of an eye. Just like that. *snaps fingers*

So Juang entered her deathtrap (miraculously on time) and discovered that her puny brain would be fed with data regarding "Genetics" throughout the course of the next hour. A sparkle of interest lit up her tiny eyes. Hmm... maybe EITHER would score victory over OR after all.

Juang took her usual seat (can you guess where? well D-uh, obviously...) at the very front of the deathtrap (can u guess why again? of course you can! it's a no- brainer ;p) once again thanks to her very horrigible vision and attempted at making herself as comfy as she could on the rock hard surface. (just so you know, her butt receptors have become quite professionals when locating 'centre of comfort' by now)

Presenting to you...

'The Way Juang Sits' by Wong Yen Tau
(notice the cross- legged stance?)

Juang's teacher (more like transparency- reader -_-") opened her mouth ('hellhole' to poor victims such as herself) and the droning began. On and on and on the transparency- reader droned... Juang directed her vision to her right and got the shock of her life (err, make that the shock of her morning lah) .'Um Hai Ya Ma?! It's only been 15 minutes?' Right then and there, she knew. She knew OR was steadily recuperating for sweet revenge. She just could feel it. She could feel it in her droopy eyelids.

Focusing to the front and tuning back to "Genetics", Juang was surprised to see the projector off. Her worst fear was about to come true. 'Hellhole' reopened and unleashed it's contents all around Juang. Yeap, her worst fear just came true, all right.

"You all know that there are millions and millions of sperms released during one single ejaculation right? And you all know that only one out of the millions and millions of sperms will fuse with an ovum right? Of course the sperms won't tell the ovum 'Eh, I only want you'. And of course the ovum also won't point at a sperm and say 'Eh, I don't want you. You go away. I only want him'. So you see, a sperm cannot choose an ovum he wants to fuse with and an ovum also cannot choose a sperm she wants to fuse with. And so, this is why we say it's 'random'. 'Random' meaning cannot choose. The sperms and ova got no choice. So do you understand, class? Any questions?"

Nooooo!!! Stop it! Stop it! All these talk about sperms and ova is making Juang feel very... making her feel... feel...

ZZZZZzzzzzzzzzz.....
'The Way Juang Sleeps' by Wong Yen Tau

See? This is what happens when a 'tansparency- reader' doesn't read from a transparency! OR scores the final victory -_-''

p/s: all pictures were taken without Juang's consent and is therefore an invasion of her privacy. However, being the nice person that she is, Juang has decided not press charges ;)

BEHIND THE SCENE: DRIVING ONE- OH- ONE

2006-03-05T20:42:00.000-12:00

Totally out of character for me, I am going to address a very serious topic today. There is a plague among us, a disease which threatens to wipe out our entire generation. It is a ruthless killer that has infiltrated our society and selected adolescents as its main victim...

Nahhh, just kidding! Sorry la, was in the mood for a dramatic entrance bah ;p

Ok. So thanks to Jerry, I managed to land myself what I would consider a pretty good instructor. Or so I thought. Sure, she's quite friendly and quite nice and quite a comfortable company to have in your passenger seat but SHE'S SO (not just quite) FREAKING LAZY!!! Postponing my lessons and canceling them here and there at the very last minute, it's no wonder almost two months crawled by before I finally did my driving practical exam. Other than that, Im not complaining. I mean, compared to some of the other instructors who believe that the only way of teaching is by yelling (ok, scratch that- they ALL yell. Trust me, not one of them will show the slightest hint of recognition to the word 'speaking' -_-") or scolding, my instructor is once again, pretty OK. Yes, Im sure I have made my point crystal clear =)

So lo and behold, my first day at the "driving range". Upon reaching there, I was like.. `Whoa! How on earth am I suppose to locate my instructor's car?!` My entire line of vision was filled with copies and copies of identical green- roofed (not my kind of green, btw) white cars. Looking around, I was a little lost child in a sea of ugly seaweed. Ok, not good. Moving on to plan B- I decided to ignore the cars and concentrated on searching for my instructor instead. Looking around, I was once again a little lost child. But this time, in the midst of an army of baby hippos -_- Blue baju kurung, blue tudong, they were all in BLUE! O_O And apart from a few thin ones, they are all fat- ish and have very dark brown complexion (this is judging from their face which, may I remind you, is their only non- blue part). Ok so once again, not good. Not good at all. And then suddenly out of nowhere, a thought of brilliance struck me. I reached into my pocket, pulled it out and `Hello Cikgu? Mana kamu?` Now why didn't I think of that sooner? LOL!

After the normal routine of letting pupils in on the hefty amount one would have to pay and yada yada, my instructor pointed and ` Ok, masuk. Kita akan mula sekarang.` My very first thought was `Whattt?! Im driving this cubicle?` Mannn, she was pointing to one of the oldest, most beat- up cars in the area! Even Fei agreed =s Knowing I had no other option, in goes my big butt and its first impression on the "cubicle".

~ Hmm, so cushion is a bit hard and worn off . Thats ok, my butt can survive that... `Ehh, jangan lupa safety belt kamu!` Upon fastening the safety belt, I made a very interesting discovery- its more like one of those limp sashes Miss Universe has- as in totally useless and provides no protection or whatsoever in the case of an accident. `Adjust kerusimu baik baik dulu ah, Juang?` I dutifully obeyed and position my back against the seat. `Whoa! This feels like one of those dentists chair inclined at 100 degrees to the floor` `Oh! Tak nampak depan kah, Juang? Nahhh pakai ani.` I took the cushion from her outstretched hands and gawd, I could smell and feel the prehistoric remains of her 20+ years punya students. STINKING SWEAT!~

The stench was overwhelming, I tell you! *kapit nose* She grabbed it out of my hand and shoved it between my back and the seat. `Nahh… baik kan sekarang? Boleh nampak depan kan?` I mustered a smile and `Ya, ya, ya.` Although my brain was inwardly screaming Eeeewwwww! `Ok, baik. Tutup pintu dan kita jalan lah.` Chick! `Lagi sekali, Juang. Tarik pintu kuat kuat.` CHICK! The stubborn door finally qualified `dah tutup` and I gunned the engine. (btw, what kind of a retarded door goes Chick! anyway? Guys might probably find it appealing but come on, at least give me a Thuck! or a Thonk! or something less sissy.)

And from there, we set out on my quest of terrorizing Brunei roads. LOL! Things went pretty well la. By the 3rd lesson, I was parking solo and was able to manage THE hill on my 2nd attempt. Personally, I enjoyed the hill- part the best. Oh and I think I gained some muscles too, thanks to the torturous steering wheel. As a gesture of gratitude, I sweated buckets all over the drivers seat ^_^;; Hey! If the "cubicle" insists on pursuing her (yes, I concluded that the car was a `her` ;p) career as a 'sweat- collector', I'm gonna let her have it all! ;)

One lesson as usual, my teacher and I were having a conversation. (Apparently, I'm like.. one of her most talkative pupil O_o Guess Ill take that as a compliment, thank you very much ;p) So anyway, we were on the road and approaching a curb when ` JUANG! Perlahan- lahhhaannn! Kamu ni macan nak lumba kuda sudah la! Ado-doi, anak ani!` Hahaha, I couldn't help but burst out laughing. She was shrieking and her hand was on the hand brake, all ready to pull it if she had to. ^-^

Remember how she cancels lessons at the very last minute? Well, its not just the lessons. One day after driving, she went ` Juang, esok kamu datang rumah saya ya? Untuk kelas. Kerana hari seterusnya adalah peperiksaan lawmu.` Gawd, talk about giving me an instant heart attack ya? -_- And so I went to her `headquarters` the following day which was all the way in Jerudong!

I entered her classroom and naturally glided to a seat at the utmost front, no thanks to my terrible horrigible vision. After briefing the class on the road signs, my instructor stood up to demonstrate the hand signals policemen use. She faced the class and raised her left hand. I froze.. Mannn! If you know what I mean by this thing we like to call.. err.. armpit odor.. Im sure you get my drift O_O The situation was made worst by the fact that she chose to stand exactly between me and the air- con (which was blowing right in my direction, FYI). Mama-mia ='( Lets just say I was real glad when class ended. 2 hours later! *wheee! Fresh air!*

18th Febuary 2006- Judgement Day. I was a bundle of nerves while waiting to see which examiner will be testing me. Those few minutes felt like eternity and my imagination went into overdrive- as they usually do whenever Im nervous.

Instant thought: What if failing and kopi-o license runs in the family among the female gender?

I mean, lets be realistic here. My mum and aunt are the perfect example. Mums the very proud owner of a kopi-o license and aunt constantly calms my 'driving test phobia' by bragging about how she, unlike my mum, passed her driving test. On her 4th attempt! Geez aunt, thanks for making me feel so much better. -_-"

I let out a huge sigh of relief when a fat man got into my passenger seat instead of the strict, racist Mole Guy people's been warning me about. *shudders* When parking was all done and over with, it was time for the hill. I was ascending the hill when I thanked god my instructors fat and heavy- or I wouldn’t be accustomed to the weight of car+ examiner at all. Over the hill I went, changed gears and continued driving..

30 seondss later-
Examiner : * an expressionless face* Kamu ada rasa keretamu berat kah?
Blur mua : *casts him a blur look* Err.. saya rasa nada.
5 seconds later-
Examiner: * small smile tugging at his lips* Tapi saya rasa ada tu.
Blur-er mua: * gave him a nervous glance* Ya kah?
~Chooses to ignore him and continued driving~
3 seconds later-
Examiner: Saya masih rasa ada berat. Cuba tengok handbreakmu?
So blur mua: *blushes* Oops! Sorry ya? Saya benar benar tak rasa!

Gosh.. Apparently I didnt fully release my break and the car was stalling (according to him la). Aside from that little booboo, everything else went OK. Oh and just in case you were wondering, I drove at a staggering speed of 28- 35 km/h throughout. Don't laugh! I didn't want to take chances ok?! ;) And for some bizarre reason during my snail-paced driving, an image of me rocking the examiner in a baby’s cradle popped into my head and I had to suppress a giggle. Hmm.. something really has to be done about my wild imagination.

9 AM- Moment of Truth. I was twisting my hands in my lap like crazy when I heard the most beautiful word of the day- kamu lulus. I bounced off the chair after thanking the examiner and skipped to my instructor. She asked me if I passed and I nodded. `AL-HAM DULILAH! Al-ham Dulilah kamu anak ani pass! Cepat! Kata Al-ham Dulilah!`

Her booming voice turned quite a few heads from surrounding instructors and parents. They were smiling and looking at me expectedly so.. `AL-HAMMM DULILAH!' Gawd, that was so embarrassing! Everyone laughed and I blushed my way to school. ^_^

2006-02-20T20:32:00.000-12:00

muahahaha. this is going to be first invasion to lilsealmouse.

so anyways, let me tell you guys about the 'real' juang.

1.do you know that she eats slower than.. ermm.. ermmm.. slower than.. a snail?? haha. she's a super slow eater. enough said.

2.she is a total 10000% chocoholic.

3.she has just recently discovered that chocolates are not fattening!

4.'tissues' are her issues~ *grins*

5.ME LOVES HER TO THE MAXXXX!! hahaha.

jangan marah baaaa. haha. leng loi, the last time you blogged was CENTURIES ago & you're lucky we still see each other in school & don't depend on updating ourselves through blogs cause we would just think you're lost. gone forever~ LOLS. nada waaa. hahahahaha..

nahhh, don't say i don't sayang you. you're my the most closest friend ever! haha. here's your layout. i'm sorry i couldn't come up with what you've expected it to be, complicated. but one day, my 'magic' will come back again and i will make a nicer one for you. i promise. *cross fingers*

this layout is obviously green which was like your favourite colour and i can't believe i fell for it when you told me that green wasn't your favourite colour although MOST of your belongings are green including your braces back in Form2! this is featuring a bunch of girls looking out the window. haha. it's okay. i'll let you choose which girl you want to be & make sure i am not the ugliest and fattest of the whole lot! =P LOLS. bah bah, let me entertain your taggers with some of your pixxxx. cyax babes. and BLOG!!! hehehehe. lubs ya! ><

this is like your favourite pix for now!

this is history in the making. Marhsal is actually showing this teeth!

me & my mystery man! (couldn't help but notice there was no caption 4this ;p)

Our Sasa's All Grown Up!

2006-01-25T20:12:00.000-12:00

Did you receive my miss call? Cause that's your cue to come online and check this out! ;)

Remember this?

We skipped our 1st major assembly of the year just to take pics!

Eeeks! ;)

You look cute here =p

Hey babe, Happy 18th Birthday! Today's your special day, it's your time to 'BLING!' =p As of now, you're officially legal so... go get your long awaited license! (then my mum won't have to freak out by the upstairs window when you drive me home anymore. haha) Im really glad that we crossed paths and met that very day in Form 1. I can still remember...

...class monitress who writes ppl's names on the black board if they talk, a super- duper active tomboy who always plays chase with guys and whacking (more like punching) anyone who tries to free your beautiful looong hair from your ponytail, your famous PE attire (Snow Whaite & the 7 Dwarfs shirt with neon yellow pants =D), and probably the only other girl besides me who takes the stairs two at a time ( i can still remember the expression on your face everytime teachers ask you to get books. haha, you had to walk across the quadrangle)

Look at you now, all lady-ed up. (yeala yeala, a new WOMAN lar ;p) We really have been through a long journey together (so long that i've witness your 1st day with braces till the day you got rid of em ;D), sharing our ups & downs along the way. True what you said, it's amazing how we're still here and going strong. (ok, we really ought to find a way of saying this without sounding like such a cute couple -_-") I'll always cherish the conversations, the adventures, the everything that we have shared all these years...

A friend like you,
So much fun to be with
Sensitive, loyal, honest and understanding
Always cracking me up with laughter
Touching my heart with your kindness and sweetness

You have a wonderful ability to know when to offer advice
And when to sit in quiet support
Time after time
You've brightend so many of my routine days
And time after time
I've realized how fortunate I am that my life includes you

Everybody should have a friend like you,
But so far it looks like
You are one of a kind!

You are that kind of a jewel to me, who is as precious as the diamond-shaped chocs in my fridge.
You are that kind of a star that always sparkles and looks different from others eventhough everyone else is wearing the same kind of tudong.
Maybe you're like that because of all your blings which sometimes blinds me but hey... that's exactly how I like you! =P

(WARNING:the last 3 sentences may not make much obvious sense but hey, Im no poet. So rate it fair! hahaha)

Lotsa love and hugs (fine, make it 1 hug) from Your Perasaan- ness, "Hot Ass" ;)

Say NO! to Porn... And Mung Beans!!!

2006-01-20T16:55:00.000-12:00

Bloody Hell!

Two whole hours! Three mung beans! Itty bitty teeny tiny lil ones! Arrrgh!!! Spending the whole of an afternoon where I would rather be outdoors in a freezing- cold lab with 3 puny mung beans isn’t exactly my idea of the perfect date -_-"

The sole purpose of our experiment was to prove that … come to think of it, I have absolutely no idea- I think it had something to do with ‘respiration’. Anyway, we were to strip a mung bean (with a pair of forceps. doesn’t sound too sexy, eh? ;P) off it’s coat (a.k.a. testa, a.k.a. testicles by some ham sap guys in my class), insert it into a syringe, connect the syringe to a capillary tube and introduce a drop of manometer fluid into the tube. And so, proses yang berkomplikasi itu pun mula. . .

1) Place the apparatus mentioned above on a piece of graph paper
2) Pull out tall, uncomfy stool from under bench
3) Place big butt flat on it
4) Activate butt receptors and try hard to locate ‘centre of comfort’
Settled? Ok, good! You may now proceed …
5) Stare at drop of fluid in tube (note: eyes must be focused on drop at ALL TIMES)
6) Click! on stopwatch
7) Keep track on inconsistent movements of fluid in tube towards syringe
8) Mark it’s movement on the graph paper every minute interval
9) Click! on stopwatch six minutes later and ‘Viola! Part 1 completed!’
10) Repeat Steps 1- 9 twice more, each time with slight alteration to the experiment

Um- hai- ya- ma?!!! =,(

I mean, sureee, the first quarter of my experiment went smoothly to everyone’s surprise (just so you know, I’m a klutz when it comes to labs). People were pointing to my apparatus and a guy (a.k.a. the famous ‘Wong Yen Tau’ thanks to Jem) went whining, “Cherrr! My mung bean thingy is not moving! Look at Juang’s one! Already sprinting towards the syringe ahh, just like its master. Whyyy?!” haha, that cracked everyone up.

Thennn, my mung bean thingy decided to stop moving. Just like that! *snaps fingers* SISSY MUNG BEAN! So gheyyy! I seriously can’t imagine how some people can dedicate their whole lives to working with mung beans in a confined lab -_-" Poor bean- brains…

And just in case you 've been wondering what in the world mung beans are...

Ta- Dah! =D

Thanks to a great time filled with tons of nonsense, laughter, squels (poor Kang =p) and 4 slices of yummy pizzas in my tummy with Juan and Sharon, my wrath on darned mung beans is officially cured =D

p/s: I’ll trade my Excapade cutie for Fratinis hottie anytime! ;)

Wacky Hats+ Wacky People= Wacky Pics!

2006-01-05T17:12:00.000-12:00

One- point- six- one. Metres. That's how tall(or short) I am at the moment. Haha yeah, I finally got my height "professionally" measured and boy- oh- boy, was I surprised. Last time I checked, I was told to be 1.5m. And I've adopted those figures as "my current height" ever since. Yes, call me silly if you must -_-''

Hmm... I wonder how tall Bev is. Exactly. Thennn, we'll all be able to know once and for all who 'Miss Panjang-er' is =P Annnd, I dunno why people seem so surprised to find that Bev & I are more or less at the same level. Hmph! According to Tee, I probably do not look as tall because I always wear short(whatever that means. if u ask me, it's more like "short") clothes. Haha, that was a funny theory ;p

Anyway, remember Sa & Adeline's double- combo party on the 28th? Of course you do! Well, it's Picture Time! =D Man... of all the group pics we've taken, these are like the ultimate best! Great... now I'm guilty of committing favoritism?! Hehe ;)

Future Rulers of the Universe

Ladies hand- in- hand

The clock struck twelve, THE trunk came out, the hats & bags dominated, the people went NUTS!

Wassup, yaw!

The 'Fab Five' ;)

All Smiles! =D

Heee... we come in peace

... or NOT!

Pile of Priceless Peeps ;)

The 3 Stooges

Ern: hereee, birdie- birdie! come to mama...
Tee: GAHHH!!! go away! get him away from me!
(this pic is great! i've got a few more hilarious shots but i doubt my feathered friend will appreaciate me posting 'em up so... check ur inboxes, ppl! haha, juuusss kidding ;D)

Shower Time, Anybody? Ladies? Gentlemen?

2005-12-25T22:15:00.000-12:00

Below here is a piece of true "art" which cracked me up... So you've always wondered what the opposite gender does in the bathroom, eh? Well, today's your lucky day! ;)

HOW TO SHOWER LIKE A WOMAN:
1. Take off clothing and place it in sectioned laundry hamper according to lights and darks.
2. Walk to bathroom wearing long dressing gown. If you see your husband along the way, cover up any exposed areas.
3. Look at your womanly physique in the mirror, make mental note-must do more sit-ups.
4. Get in the shower. Use face cloth, arm cloth, leg cloth, long loofah, wide loofah and pumice stone.
5. Wash your hair once with Cucumber and Sage shampoo with 43 added vitamins.
6. Wash your hair again to make sure it's clean.
7. Condition your hair with Grapefruit Mint conditioner enhanced with natural avocado oil. Leave on hair for fifteen minutes.
8. Wash your face with Crushed Apricot Facial Scrub for 10 minutes until red.
9. Wash rest of entire body with Ginger Nut and Jaffa cake body wash.
10. Rinse conditioner off hair, you must make sure that it has all rinsed out.
11. Shave armpits and legs. Consider shaving bikini area but decide to get it waxed instead.
12. Scream loudly when your husband flushes the toilet and you lose the water pressure.
13. Turn off shower.
14. Squeegee off all wet surfaces in shower. Spray mold spots with Tilex.
15. Get out of shower. Dry with a towel the size of a small country. Wrap hair in super absorbent second towel.
16. Check entire body for the remotest sign of a zit, then tweeze stray hairs.
17. Return to bedroom wearing long dressing gown and towel on head.
18. If you see your husband along the way, cover up any exposed areas and then sashay to the bedroom to spend an hour and a half getting dressed.

HOW TO SHOWER LIKE A MAN:
1. Take off clothes while sitting on the edge of the bed and leave them in a pile.
2. Walk naked to the bathroom. If you see your wife along the way shake wiener at her making the "woo-woo" sound.
3. Look at your manly physique in the mirror and suck in your gut to see if you have pecs (no). Admire the size of your wiener in the mirror and scratch your ass.
4. Get in the shower.
5. Don't bother to look for a washcloth (you don't use one).
6. Wash your face.
7. Wash your armpits.
8. Blow your nose in your hands, then let the water just rinse it off.
9. Crack up at how loud your fart sounds in the shower.
10. The majority of time is spent washing your privates and the surrounding area.
11. Wash your butt, leaving those coarse butt hairs on the soap bar.
12. Shampoo your hair (do not use conditioner).
13. Make a shampoo Mohawk.
14. Peek out of shower curtain to look at yourself in the mirror again.
15. Pee (in the shower).
16. Rinse off and get out of the shower. Fail to notice water on the floor because you left the curtain hanging out of the tub the whole time.
17. Partially dry off.
18. Look at yourself in the mirror, flex muscles. Admire wiener size again.
19. Leave shower curtain open and wet bath mat on the floor.
20. Leave bathroom fan and light on.
21. Return to the bedroom with towel around your waist. If you pass your wife, pull off the towel, shake wiener at her, and make the "woo-woo" sound again.
22. Throw wet towel on the bed. Take 2 minutes to get dressed.

Hehe, we girls may take a longer (wayyy longer) time in the bathroom dilly dally-ing but we sure do not have as many "rah- rah" steps (or moves =p) that you guys do!

Receive Love!

2005-12-08T22:46:00.000-12:00

So there i was pressing my eyelids shut against the blinding brightness, making my way unsteadily down the first flight of steps having finally given in to the countless cries of my stoopid alarm clock at every 10 minute intervals. Yes, apparently i unconsciously managed to snooze it umpteenth times. Smart ei? =p Well, my eyes finally adjusted to the light intensity and upon reaching the second landing, i was welcomed by the sight of a totally ransacked living room. Like 'whaaa.....'??? Ok, i found out within the next few seconds that my maid was doing some hard- core(yea baby!) cleaning so nevermind that =)

Anyway, lying in an inconspicuous corner of the room was a bathroom scale! THE bathroom scale!!! (which i sent to the storage room aeons ago with the innocent intention to break my habit of visiting it after rising, breakfast, school, lunch, bath, dinner and before bedtime.) Yes, i hang my head in shame ^_^'' I inspected it momenterily, took a deep breathe and finally stepped onto it. (fine fine, not that 'kua zhuang' la. i simply jumped onto it. hehe) I glanced down at the scale and cool... I've lost 2kg. Like err... yay?!? Haha, denu la. But i sure ain't gonna complain about starting my 18th year a teeny bit lighter- can relieve some pressure off the wheels while mum's driving =D

Anyhow, me just wanna thank everyone who wished me in their own unique way and made my day special. Messages, some testimonials and a few phonecalls made me laugh and giggle away throughout the a.m (sickening, ain't it? lucky for me, everyone was too dead asleep to hear ;p). So yea, you could say i was pretty much flooded with 'emosi-ness' that day. An unexpected phonecall even made me choke a lil bit. Like wat the... that's not usually me! -_-'' Haha anywayyy, i finally smiled myself to sleep at 6.30 am. Oh and here's the poster some MD friends made during the 2nd- last day of skool. I looove it! =D

My very first pure MD-ian memento =p

And here's the mystery present mum gave me (obviously not wrapped by her- she wouldn't be able to wrap a 2-D rectangle if her life depended on it!) along with a not- too- mysterious card saying:

Happy 18th Birthday! Have fun with your personal box of condoms...

Like... EWW! Ok, i digress! -_-;; Well, the plan for me to spend the whole day with you ppl didn't happen because a few people whom i really wanted around, unfortunately weren't. So i went to Yayasan to visit some Delifrance friends instead. (sa, you gotta go see that guy! he's hotTER now! ;p) I had fun just chatting & joking with them and before i left, the wacky 'penguin- looking surpervisor' was like " You work here again ok? Start tomorow! No need go KL, you go next year! I tell my boss later!" And the worst thing was that he was actually being serious ya?! O_o Haha, like whatever la.

Next stop was Hua Ho! (yes, boring Hua Ho) And a friend working at the cosmetic department gave me a... lipstick! Haha, i found that a bit weird cause she knows that i'm more of a tomboy than a girlie girl ;) And she also knows that i'm one who prefers lip gloss to lip stick. But it was cool cause it was a cute shade of baby pink with glitters and... i liked it! =D (and that's when i bid farewell to all of mum's hand- me- downs. hah!)

Oh and i enjoyed the very surprised look on my maid's face when she gave me a wrapped gift. I knew immediately that it was mixture of different chocs and i proceeded at naming each brand and the quantity of each and even the way in which she arranged them so that they would look less obvious as chocs. Haha, lets just say never to mess with me when it comes to chocs. I know my stuff prety well here... ;p Now, you didn't really believe that mum gave me a box of condoms to experiment with, did u? She probably won't do that till i'm like... 21??? Haha, nada wah! ;D Ok this is part of what was inside the box...

My 'Dream Account' =D

See, Sa? Told u not to bother guessing, didn't i? It's no biggie, just wanted to make u 'sim ngiaw ngiaw'. Hehe and it worked too! ;) Hmm... think i'd rather have that drum set u were talking about. But it's cool tho- got to go " check pls!" at Excapade that night and for the first time: i sign, mum watch..... ;p

Boys Just Wanna Have Fun!!!

2005-12-01T18:52:00.000-12:00

Those few minutes were GREAT! People who were day- dreaming started paying attention. People who were expressionless started smiling. People who were smiling started grinning. People who were grinning started laughing. And people who were laughing proceeded at laughing harder- in this case, us! =D

Let us all take a moment now, shall we? Sit back, relax and enjoy the before, during and after...

JENG jeng jenggg!!! =S

Aideh! Sakit kali ah! ='(

Wohoo! I'm a survivior! =D

A Series of..... Events

2005-11-29T01:25:00.000-12:00

Late Friday, I got a phone call asking if I would like to join the rest for dinner at Gadong. Usually, I wouldn’t bother too much because 1) it was so last minute, and 2) they wanted to eat at Fratinis. No biggie eh, you say? Well…

Fratinis= oily, oily everything on the menu= fat= thanks, but no thanks.
Also: Fratinis= public place= no face to do “my thing” (hint: think tissue paper, ppl =P) = oil cannot be ‘absorbed’ before consumption= oily, oily food= fat= once again,thanks but no thanks; doing quite fine in that department without Fratinis' help =)

And so, you now understand =D Anywayyy, I ended up going because I wanted to see Con. Saw her waiting beside Fratinis- sleeveless blouse, jeans, sling bag (as usual. Hmm, I have a feeling I’ll be able to guess the contents of the bag too =D), hair nice & still straight in a ponytail, phone in one hand and a plastic in the other… Yes darling, don’t underestimate my pair of very tiny eyes. They did manage to observe all of the above while walking towards you, didn’t they? Hehe. I remember us just smiling and laughing and greeting and hugging each other (All at the same time. And I’m assuming that’s the reason I’m unable to recall exactly what we said =p)

Well, for those who’ve caught a glimpse of Con, you’ll think she looks the same. Do a double take and you’ll realize that she has grown thinner compared to her last visit. No fair, no fair, no fair! And our dear girl is still claiming that she needs to gain more weight. Like puh-leese -_-‘’ Anyway, we began chit- chatting and were happily yapping away when suddenly, this security guy in blue uniform appeared beside us.

Ugly man in blue : (Looks at us with a straight face) What’s the problem here?
Pale & White Ones : (Looks at each other, obviously confused, then gave Ugly Man the blank stare) Errr… huh???
Ugly man in blue : (Repeats, eyeing us first and then Con’s Guardian plastic bag) What’s the problem here?
Pale & White Ones : (Followed the man’s gaze to Con’s plastic bag, now really confused and not enjoying the weird situation at all. Starts thinking in our minds what we could have possibly done wrong) We’re sorry but… whaaattt?
Ugly man in blue : (Now looking at us and finally cracking a smile) Any problem here?
Pale & White Ones : (Laughs, letting out sighs of relief) Ohhh! No, no. No problem here!
Ugly man in blue : Oh, no problem? Ok then. Do you need a taxi?
Pale & White Ones : (Exchanges ‘what’s wrong with this guy’ look and turns to Ugly Man) Oh, no. No thanks, we’re just waiting for some friends.
Ugly man in blue : Oh, so you don’t need a taxi then? Ok, then (Smiles at us and walks back into
the hotel lobby)

Yikes! Now was that weird or what! 0_o’’’

Without furthur ado,we present to you, “OUR CONCLUSION”:
- We were being too loud (and I do mean LOUD) and Ugly Man just felt that it was his responsibility to shut us up for even just a few minutes.
- Ugly Man has a thing for pale, white people (who somehow manage to catch his attention without even batting an eyelash)
- Ugly Man likes picking on tourists, giving them little scares before offering “help” (Just in case you’re wondering, Con looked like the ‘ultimate tourist’ that night with her sling bag while I looked like a China immigrant in my baggy sweatshirt- dressing down bah! =p)
- Ugly Man ‘ham sap!’ (Like why in the world was he staring at Con’s Guardian plastic bag, obviously aware of its bright pink contents- they were pads, ppl) Haha!

Ooo… and I had my first shot at ‘Dota’ that night. Felt so damn retarded at first la! Couldn’t even move my stoopid ‘hero’ around. Yeap, this game’s full of heroes and allies and mana and loads of other weird stuff with weird names which I just can’t be bothered.

And the atmosphere at ‘Rainforest’ struck me as ‘alamak, what the hell am I doing here!’ when I first entered. Guys there were going “Cheh! Your hero lousy la, mine better!” or “Quick runnn! Your mana almost finish”… the list goes on and on. And these are all grown “men” I’m talking about ya? -_-‘’

With this game, your memory’s also tested when buying ‘stuff’- you’re required to memorize, say for example, A+ B=C, A+C= E, bla, bla, bla, and you’re only allowed to buy certain stuff at certain levels. Gawd, the complications!!! Anyway, Tiong kind of helped me get started. No sooner did I die, getting all confused and lost again. Bleh! Luckily, one of my EAS friend was there. He must have seen me really suck cause he stood by me and gave me pointers throughout the night. That was when I finally got the hang of it and started enjoying myself. =D

Then, horror struck… That smarty- pant decided to give me a full account of each individual hero first- hand. Gawd! 30 minutes later, I had to take self- control to a whole new level- was so tempted to go “ Hey, you’re a nice guy and I like you a lot but can you please shut up now?” Sheesh, a girl can only listen to a guy talk about his favorite ‘hero’ for so long yea? Anyhow, I decided not to when I looked over at him and noticed a red hair band on his head. I mean, come on… would you yell at a guy wearing a hair band? Haha, Tiong had a cheeky grin on his face all through my “hero lesson”.

Saturday Highlights:
- Harry Potter was goooood! Sa was laughing her retainers off throughout the show.
- Con downed the whole bucket of popcorn solo. (Why am I not even surprised anymore, after witnessing her hungry appetite at Fratinis.)
- Pang eating real slow (It's Pang mannn! Slow had never been an option before. Never.)
- Ern’s outfit: 100% Pokland- guaranteed! (What's with that silly strand of hair sticking out from under his snow cap anyway.)
- Jerome and the rest commenting on the way I poured tea. (“Be more lady- like lah! Look at how Ern pours?”) *Pffft!*
- Tiong sounding gheyyy when he went “Heyyy, I want some tea too!” (Made us all the more determined to throw him his tea- party.)
- Con talking on the phone with a friend while looking directly at Hui. And Hui answering all of Con’s questions which were supposedly directed to her friend on the other end of the line. Man, that was hilarious!
- Ern teaching Con the right way of asking him to pour her a cup of tea. (A had- to- be- there- to see- and- hear- it- moment.)
- Unfortunately, my Excapade cutie wasn’t working that night so Con didn’t get to see him. Hmm… no wonder I thought something was missing- food tasted less appealing than usual. (Fortunalely, he wasn’t there because I spilled soy- sauce on my blouse.)
- Sa looks pretty in pink! (Haha, you’re gonna smack me.)

Off to Nativity play now. Toodles! =D

3-day Marathon

2005-11-07T22:00:00.000-12:00

Why do you build me up (build me up) Buttercup, baby
Just to let me down (let me down)and mess me around
And then worst of all (worst of all) you never call, baby
When you say you will (say you will) but I love you still
I need you (I need you) more than anyone, darlin'
You know that I have from the start
So build me up (build me up) Buttercup, don't break my heart

NOOOOO00000oooooooooo!!!!!

It's been 3 whole days and this tune is still stubbornly stuck in my head. Cute and catchy as this song may be, it has got to go! At this rate, i can forget all about preparing for Bio. Hmm... I wonder how Tiong's doing with his "crush on Stacy's mum". ;p

Ok, so it was Saturday. And so after YDM, Hui, Jelome n I went to his place to get his stuff packed for the sleepover. The moment i entered his room, I walked straight to the window n pulled back the curtains. 'Aiyer, no more Ms, Agnes to spy on. Boring!' Hehe. Anyway, we arrived at Ern's house at 7-ish and were all noisily scattered around his room when...

Ern : Eh, what's Pizza Hut's number?
Everyone: (Looks at ern, smiles and continues their chatter.)
Ern : Oi!
Tee : I know! 2261666!
Ern : 2261666? O, ok...
Everyone: (starts laughing)
Ern : What?! Ohhh! Aw, shut up!
Hui : Haha, that's Juang's number lahhh!
Ern : (Puts on a PMS look and reach out for the telephone directory.)
Juang: Haiyah! I'll tell u la. (Starts singing Pizza Hut's ad song over and over again.)
two-two-two-six-one-one-one, two-two-two-six-one-one-one.....
(Everyone started laughing, Ern gave me "the look" and finally dialed the number.)
Ern : Hello? Is this Pizza Hut?
P. Hut: (Replied whatever they always say to customers like Ern. *To find out exactly, please call 2226111* =p)
Ern : Err... ( Turns around to look at the still- giggling us) err... umm... I'll call you back later.
( Everyone burst out laughing.)
Ern : Bah, u ppl! What do u guys wanna eat?

Aideh deh, gong kia la him -_-'' Next time, ask us before calling...
Man, that was hilarious!

15 minutes into 'Monopoly', the pizzas finally arrived and we crowded around the kitchen counter. That's when we all realized ' Alamak! When ordering, Ern forgot to say " Large, pls! ' So there we were, the 7 of us sharing 3 regulars. Three- quarter way through my very first piece, they've sapu-ed every single piece of crust (each of them having eaten at least 2). We weren't exactly full, so we started emptying Ern's stash ofinstant noodle - all left was 3 Mee Gorengs.

When those stringy knots were happily settled in our tummies, we grabbed some chips (including my all- time favourite: Doritos! =D) and started mah jonging till Hui went home. Dats when we started playing 'Pictorials', which is similar to "our" famous 'Speechless' at Coffee bean. More challenging though, bacause we weren't allowed to state the number of words. Plus, how in the world do u draw 'blue tits' anyway? Well, tits are pretty easy to draw =p But... blue? Pointing to blue objects weren't allowed ya!

After everyone won (except Ern and I- all because we couldn't roll anything more than a 2 on the "biased" dice! hehe), we stuffed more chips and drank more gas (which poor Tiong & Sa literally did =s). Then we moved on to.. no one would have guessed.. 'Dumb charades'. Haha, yeap! It was a whole lot of fun too =D Too bad no one had a camera to catch the numerous kodak moments (my ultimate favourite being when Jerome tried to do a seahorse. Haha, that was cute). We looked up at the clock and " Wow, it's 3am!"

And so it was Sunday. More mah jonging, and the boys K.O-ed one by one. Ern and i stayed up Singstar-ing till daylight. Thank God his family's cool cause we were L-O-U-D! Either that or they just don't have very good hearing cause the next morning, Mrs Wong asked me: "Wah! U guys are still awake? Didn't you sleep last night?" Haha, oh well...

At 10am, Ern and I finally decided to turn in. Lets just say Tiong has a strong(more like heavy) attachment to his blanket and I could only master an hour of sleep =p The day went on and it was finally time to head for Jerry's. One word for the ride there- Ouch! We ate througout the night, Jeremy being nice enough to cook for all 20+ of us =p Went home at midnight, not before bidding 'bye' to everyone including a super- loud Pang Ji, a tipsy Tiong and an.. err.. Ern =) Sleep that night was terrible! All I heard was that song!

By Monday, we were all pretty 'dead'. We did go to Sa's house in the evening however, to spend the day with Pang Ji. Happy Birthday AGAIN, boy! ;) We were all pretty drained so naturally, the day wasn't too eventful aside from:

-Hui winning mahjong again and again
-Jeremy coughing into a pillow every 2minutes
-Me learning to write 5,6,7,and 9 in Chinese (hah, don't need that piece of paper for reference no more! =p)
-Pang trying to hit people's ass
-Sa trying to pinch me all the time
-Jelome going 'tet!' once in a while, and
-Tee goin 'Jerome! U can stop saying 'tet!' from now on!

-= And this brings us to the end of our 3- day marathon=-

Thinking back, we were being real hyper(no kidding!) and silly and wacky and aggressive and lame. I dunno, but I like the fact that we can be 'all of the above' (and be serious when we have to) without having to feel embarrassed or uncomfortable (or simply just too comfy to feelingembarrassed? haha, nahhh!)

Yes!!! The song has finally left my head. Woo- hoo! Now who says blogging doesn't help? Man, I contradict myself too much =p (crap, it's 2am and im still feeling hyper!)

Hey, one's gotta start off one's blog "traditionally" right?

2005-11-02T21:21:00.000-12:00

Hmm... is this possible that just an hour ago, I, Chocomama-of-the-moment officially entered the "world of blogging"? Man, what's come over me... Oh well, all left for me right now is to just learn the use of these not-too-nifty codes and functions and get rid of this layout (which btw, is the best of the bunch =p)! Riggghhhtttt, just -_-''

Anyway, back to the whole point of this second post (which really should have been the first):

Testing, testing... Testing 1, 2, 3...

THERE!!! Heehee =P

To Blog Or Not To Blog...

2005-11-02T20:21:00.000-12:00

Now that's the question...