While I was on my way home from SIM today,
I was busy observing people.

It was a long bus ride to and fro school btw.

And a realisation hit me.

There are so many pretty girls.
No, not in school.
On the bus.

And I've also come to the awful conclusion that even average looking girls
can look pretty,
as long as they master the art of sliding in and out of the inside seat of the bus gracefully.

It’s totally sinful,
How deceptively easy the movement seemed.

When it came to my turn to demonstrate this ability that seemed to come
naturally to all girls,

reality struck.

"Excuse me!"I had to shriek.

the inconsiderate brute was hogging the outside seat on the bus,
refusing to budge, and acting as if his butt was so big,
he has to occupy the full seat.

I edged my way into the inside seat,
holding my bag in an awkward manner in an attempt to squeeze into the seat.
All the while tsk-ing and shooting daggers at him.

I settled down, put on my music and took out my book.

5 stops went by...
he was still sitting beside me.

10 stops later...
the disgusting fella was still on the bus.

I mean, since he was so determined to sit on the outside,
I thought he probably was alighting soon,

But no!!!

Even when it came to my turn to alight,
He was still comfortably ensconced on the cushioned seat.

I prepared to alight, but before standing up,
and delivering the natural graceful manner of sliding out of the inside seat,
I mentally prepared myself, going over each and every individual detail,
even to the extent of measuring the space available to as to better position myself to make the whole process seem as effortless as the way the other girls did it.

“Excuse me!!!” I screeched again, standing up,
half surprised, half disappointed that his ears are still working perfectly fine.

He looked up at my standing form,
And very slowly, as if his legs were made of solid gold,
He shifted to allow me to pass.

And bloody hell.

The space he allowed me is so little I would be surprised if a cockroach could manage the feat that I was planning to accomplish.

Again, I pressed my bag as close to my body as possible,
I mean, my main concern every time I try to alight is that my bag would inevitably hit either the person sitting in the seat in front of me,
or the unfortunate soul sitting beside me.

So, naturally, I held it as close as possible,
And schooled my face to one of cool indifference,
As if slipping in and out of impossibly small space is something I do everyday.
I took two steps,

And my bag slammed into the face of the toad sitting beside me.

“Sorry,” I murmured dishonestly,
and before I knew it, I stepped on his foot.

He yelped.

I was wearing platforms.
And unfortunately, this pair was made of wood,
Not the straw kind,

But wood.
And quite heavy, or so I heard

*innocent smile*

Truly, it's a skill to be mastered.
It's a skill tt a clumsy girl like me can never learn

*sighs regretfully*

not even in a million years.

*grins*

But I can't say I'm sorry for that!!

Sometimes, a girl's gotta take her pleasure(albeit perverse)
where she can find it :)

Vaguely, I recalled being tagged by a dear dear friend some time ago.
And according to her,
I'm supposed to indulge in my girlish fantasies,
and paint my perfect lover : )

• He should possess a healthy dose of humour, wit, confidence and spontaneity. In other words, he must be " funnily quarrelsome(right Jo?)", and keep up with my verbal banter, winning sometimes, and graciously admitting defeat at others and be a merry participant in whatever ridiculous escapades that my pretty little head conjured :p
• He shall be sensitive and knows me well. So well that he knows what I really want,when even I myself am confused, believe in me, even when I give up on myself.
• Someone who thinks really deep thoughts, and have a depth of character that never fails to surprise and amaze me. He shall always be an enigma, such that everytime I look at him, I discover something new that makes me love him even more :)
• Someone who is incredibly gentle and yet has a stubborn streak of temper (Of cos, no anger management issues. Raise a hand to me, n u'll regret the day u were born)
• His favourite hobbies has to include gazing at me, holding my hand, chucking my chin or ruffling my hair affectionately. Heh :p
• A mind of his own, a decisive individual, who will stand his grounds and beliefs.
• Someone who can make me smile amidst my tears, laugh when I'm angry, tear in my happiness and believe in the saying "home is where he is".
• Most importantly, he should not have to tell me that I'm beautiful, or that he loves me. Cos when he looks at me, I feel beautiful. And when he smiles at me, I know that I am loved by him :)

Of cos, I wouldn't complain if he happens to have all the Cs as well: Charismatic, charming, confident, clean (ok, if he's dirty, he has to be sexy,and no way oily!!),chivalrous, clever, caring, considerate, candid, and comfortable

*Huge day-dreamy grin*

There, confessions of a hopeless romantic :p

OK!!

Now, 8 pple I wanna see doing this

1)Mu

2)Mojojo

3)Zee

4)Dew

(Oh shit...i haf 4 more...)

5) Kenneth

6) Adam

7) DAENA!!!!!!

8) Heheh~Marcus.

Of cos, anyone who wants can participate as well,

it's a free world!!!

So start fantasizing!!!!!

Meredith was sitting at the bar,
she downed another of the potent brew.

She waited.
She tortured herself with the recollection of the ultimatum she gave Derek

"Well, I thought I could hate u. I thought I could give u up, return u to ur wife.
But I can't.
It's tiring hating u.
It's tiring to keep fighting it.
It's tiring to deny it.
I love u.
So choose me.
Pick Me...
Love me...."

As the seconds turn into minutes,
and minutes passed into hours,
she felt her hope diminishing.

She kept waiting.
She hoped.

Then there was a terrible accident.

He didn't show up.

She was called back to the hospital.

The number of casualties was frighteningly large.
But despite the huge number of casualties that were filing into the hospital,

there was an unmistakable pair that stood out.

A young white girl and a middle-aged black man,

with a gigantic metal pole wedged between their bodies,
effectively holding them together,

like kebabs.

They were wheeled into the hospital.
Their clothes were soaked with blood.
Their necks were in a caste.

Yet despite being caught in such a tragic situation,
they were so optimistic,
joking,
talking,
laughing.

No recriminations,
no angry words,
nothing.

Then the doctors decided that in order to have a chance at one,
they have to sacrifice the other one.

Who are they to decide?
How do they actually choose?
How do they actually decide whose chance to take away?

Derek told Meredith that he's decided to give his wife a chance.

The doctors decided to save the man.

The man refused.

"Why?No!!That's being unfair!I won't be able to live knowing that someone else has to die!"

He raged, he held onto the girl, wanting to share her fate
no matter how horrid that was,
despite being strangers up until a few hours ago.

She teared.
She smiled at him.

She never even asked why she wasn't selected.

She motioned the cute doctor over to whisper a few words into his ear.

Derek squatted down beside the girl he was going to "kill" in a moment's time.

He listened.
He nodded.
He watched as the anesthetist put the girl into painless oblivion.

In the operating theatre,
they tried to salvage the damage done to the girl.

"We're fast losing him," said the doctors tending to the man.

Immediately, the whole group working on the girl abandoned her side,
leaving her to die....

"We can't just leave her like this!!We can't just let her die!"screamed Meredith as she frantically tried to keep her alive....

As she alone, frantically tried to keep her alive...

The operation was a success.

He lived.

She died.

Her fiance was already at the hospital.

Looking into the face of her fiance,
a face so contorted with worry and hope,
Derek prepared himself to break the news.

"Was it... Did she...suffer?" asked the quietly grieving man.

"She left peacefully. There was no pain."

He nodded.

"Before she left, she said to tell u that,

if u had loved her enough, she would still be here with u"

Burying his head in his hands,
the fiance finally,
broke down.

Meredith watched the scene from a corner.

She saw,
she heard every word.

She bit down hard on her lip.

She walked away.

Alone in the elevator,

Derek cried.

Dawn breaks, and it's again, the start of a new day.

His wife quickened her footsteps and caught up with Derek.
She slipped her arm through his in a familiar motion, smiling up at him.

Derek smiled at her,
as they made their way to the carpark together.


As surgeons, we have to know everything.
We have to know what to do, what's going to happen,
We have to know that we can do it,
We have to know that we have the confidence.

We have to know.

But as human beings,
sometimes, we'd prefer to be in the dark.
Becos even thoh there's fear in the darkness,
there's weakness,
But there's also

hope....


On most Tuesdays, I'm a pain in the ass.

Instead of smiling,
I growl menacingly.

Instead of speaking like any normal human being,
I snap like the most irritated crocodile.

I mean, can u blame me?

I cried myself to sleep after Grey's Anatomy on Monday can?!!!!!

If ur still not watching this gem of a show,
please, for goodness sake,

start waking up,
start watching it.

I haven't watched anything that managed to strike a chord in me since Ally McBeal.
And finally,
Grey's Anatomy hit it.

It was about 6pm in the evening.
The sky was overcast,
and my dear mummy, bro and I were on our way to dinner.

mummy,"What do u guys wanna eat?"

me,"I feel like eating black pepper steak.My fren told me that beef contained some dunno wat that is very good for burning tummy fat"

mummy,"Eat wat?"

brother, with a deliberate slang,"niu lou pa(translate:cow meat steak in chi)"

I stole a glance at him,
wondering if he realises that the way he said it made it sound like some kind of vulgarity.

He just looked innocently straight ahead,seemingly unaware of anything out of the ordinary.

I thought I was imagining things.

mummy,"then wat about u, boy?"

bro,with that slang again, "ji pai"

I stared at him.

This time, he burst out laughing.

Affected by his contagious laughter,I couldn't help laughing as well.

I punched him on the arm.

He laughed harder.

Mummy, helplessly laughing, whacked him on the arm.

And he laughed so hard his glasses slipped off his nose.

*smiles and shakes head*

Oh well, there goes the effort put into 15 years of good upbringing,
and an environment free of vulgarities.

I guess,
boys will always be boys.

No matter how hard u try to prevent it,
no matter how hard u try to provide them proper examples,
instill in them good manners,
as he grows up, vulgarities will just find its way into their lives.

It's in their blood.

*sobs*

I'm fast losing my baby brother.....

The girls were all gathered at Kushin Bowl suntec to celebrate dear dew’s bday.
It was a crowded affair and as they were all girls, they had no qualms indulging in being their most truthful self, which inevitably means,

Embarrassing.

Dear Zee and mu were proudly declaring their acquisition of this new skill of shelling the huge snow crabs.

To speak the truth,
It was indeed a skill to be proud of,
I mean, given their silliness :x

And so, they were showing off,
Expertly snipping the ends off the legs and squeezing the tantalizing meat out of the shell before demurely securing it with a fork and delivering the morsel into their mouths.

Amazed and challenged,
she decided to follow their example.

She snipped,
She struggled to squeeze the meat out,
She used a sharp tool to poke at the stubborn meat,

Messy liquid spilled onto the table.

She frowned,
She became more impatient after 5 minutes has lapsed and the meat was still stubbornly lodged in the shell.

She used more strength….
She became almost violent.
The meat finally left its hiding place….

and splattered unceremoniously on the walls.

7 stunned faces turned in unison to gape at her.
Unanimous silence.

Bursts of uncontained laughter.

An embarrassing moment.
A funny moment.

A birthday :)

It was dear zee’s bday celebration.

As per tradition, the bday girl has to accomplish a series of tasks before she was pronounced worthy of her present.

And as her present this year is LEVI’S,
Naturally, she has to work twice as hard to earn it.

*unconcealed glee*

The sacred task was sprung on her after our utterly enjoyable pool session.

The poor girl never even suspected a thing.

And I have to say this,
She is BRAVE.

She accepted the task with a courage that is so endearing! :p

She strode up to the designated dustbin,

And laughed.

Not a shy, embarrassed, inaudible laugh (reminiscent of dear xpp),
But a loud, thunderous HAHAHA that got the shocked attention of several orchard-road-goers.

Before we could even recover from that unexpected spurt of spunk,
she proceeded on to ask the poor dustbin,

in a most caring tone, “Ni Ji Mo Ma? (r u lonely)”

Then, our dear sweet zee,
Upon noticing that the poor green thing was badly in need of some exercise,
What with its huge waistline and all,
Decided to demonstrate to it,
Our very effective

Great Singapore workout.

True to her sweet nature,
before she left, she even bid the dustbin an unforgettable goodbye,
serenading it with the wong lee hom’s song,

kiss goodbye.

Good job Zee!!
U’ve certainly earned the right to be a Levi’s girl, baby!

:p

Wilde words...

10 memorable quotes from Lady Windermere's Fan, by Oscar Wilde.

"I won't tell u that the world matters nothing, or the world's voice, or the voice of society. they matter a great deal. They matter far too much. But there are moments when one has to choose between living one's own lives, fully, entirely, completely- or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands"

"Nowadays so many conceited people go about society pretending to be good, that I think it shows rather a sweet and modest disposition to pretend to be bad. Besides, if u pretend to be good the world takes u very seriously. If u pretend to be bad, it doesn't. Such is the astounding stupidity of optimism"

"What is the difference between scandal and gossip? History is merely gossip. But scandals are gossip made tedious by morality. A man who moralises is usually a hypocrite. And a woman who moralises is invariably plain."

"Don't be led astray into the paths of virtue. Reformed, u wld be perfectly tedious. That is the worst of women. They always want one to be good. And if we are good, when they meet us, they don't love us at all. THey like to find us irretrievably bad, and leave us quite unattractively good. "

"In this world, there are only two tragedies. One is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it. the last is much the worst; the last is a real tragedy!"

"A cynic is a man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing. And a sentimentalist is a man who sees an absurd value in everything and doesn't know the market price of any single thing"

"Experience is the question of instinct about life. Experience is the name everyone gives to their mistakes"

"I don't think that people can be divided into the good and the bad as if they were two separate races or creations. What are called good women may have terrible things in them, mad moods of recklessness, assertion, jealousy, sin. Bad women, as they are termed, may have in them, sorrow, repentence, pity, sacrifice."

"There is the same world for all of us, and good and evil, sin and innocence, go through it hand in hand. To shut one's eyes to half of life that one may live securely is as though one blinded oneself that one might walk with more safety in a land of pit and precipice"

"There's nothing in the world like the devotion of a married woman. It's a thing no married man knows anything about."

Recently,
I found myself smiling to myself whenever I put down the book.
I'm finding myself in love with a gay playwright who has a brillient mind!

It is really funny,
and refreshing to see serious issues dealt with with such light-hearted triviality.

And I think,
well,

life is just too tiring to be dealt with seriously.

Serious! :p

Sad to say,
I have this knack for asking the stupidest of questions.

Me," Hi sir, thank u for holding the line, I need to verify ur wife's address. Can u read it out to me?"

Caller reads out the address.

Me,"Ok, sir, now, regarding ur request, I need to confirm ur address too. R the both of u staying at the same address?"

Caller (seriously),"Err...No, my wife and I are not living together."

Me,"Oh,ok, then can I have ur address please?"

Guess wat I heard?

The merriest laughter I've ever heard in my entire life!!

I swear, he sounded just like Santa Claus!!!
Or rather, wat I wld imagine Santa to sound like.

Caller,"U poor thing, U must have had a long day!! *chuckles* Of cos my wife and I are staying at the same address......"

*slaps hand to forehead*

Gosh.

My stupidity never fails to amaze me.

But then again, fortunate things always happen to the stupidest people.

:p

As usual, I was on the line, happy with my new job.

I was advising this caller regarding the working women child relief.

Me,"So, are u filling the form for urself, or ur wife?"

Caller,"Err...No-"

Me,"Oh, cos this relief is only for working Mothers"

Caller,"Yah, females, I know."

Me,"Then, may I ask, who are u filling up the form for?"

Caller,"Myself"

? ? ?

*a pregnant pause ensues*

"I'm a lady."

I swear,
I wanted to kill myself at that very moment.

A Poem, Tears- fall

Why do these tears fall?

Why thy let these tears fall

at all?

Haven't thee once heard the call?
Rejoiced before?

The celestial angels always come
They tear

As they descend from beyond the infinite sky
To take thee under their gentle wing
To relieve thee of sorrow
and joy
To lead thee the path of sanctity and redemption

Where the very marrow of thy soul
Dies.

'O Why do these tears fall?

The gentle breeze has bloweth forth
She whispers

A tale from stoic mother-nature herself
To caress thee with her light touches
To guide thee to the garden of serenity
of brown leaves
and sad blooms
To alleviate thee to hushed tranquillity

Where only solace in all its soothing harmony
Exists.

'O Why do these tears fall?

Into rosy sanguine seas
I steer.

The old seed of hope a secret of the ocean deep
To seek a mountain of sturdiness
To embark with thee,
Even on a journey of pain.

Where there exists
Only an unimpeachable island of absolute rhapsody

Why do these tears fall?

Into soil so rich
I bury them.

To leave.
To forget
The weeping lark of yester
day.

I was checking out blogs awhile ago when I came across an original composition.
He wrote it as an encouraging piece thoh, but,
somehow, I thot it wld be interesting to give it a melancholic twist.

It is interesting,
how words can be played about,
how the mood can be altered with re-paragraphing,
slight additions and omissions.

For original poem,
please refer to "Mr Interesting"s blog.

Yes, tt's the one on my link.