"Heaven lies at the feet of mothers"

This is it.

Go wild.
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Heaven

When he was young, his parents told him a story. Many stories, really. A different one almost every night. And he would sit there mesmerized by the voices. But one really took to him. He can’t remember the story but the last line, the moral of the story; that he knew. “Heaven lies at the feet of mothers.” It’s about loving and respecting mothers, who have carried and reared their children and given up a lot for their offspring. It was music to his seven-year-old ears. How something as simple as loving your own mother could guarantee admission to paradise. He had found the perfect Get Out Of Jail Free Card. No matter what he did, how many walls he um, decorated, how many cookies he ate before dinner, how many glasses he accidentally broke; he could still go to heaven.

They said it started even before he was born. While she was still in school. She had caught her father with another woman. He knows why this affected her. He can hear the love and admiration she has for the man every time she talks of her youth. So he can’t really fault her. It sounds funny hearing about her actions back then. Even with the solemn faces the adults use when they tell him her history. She had plans to become a nun. His mother, a nun. Sometimes when he stops wondering about the absurdity of his mother in a habit, he realizes nuns don’t have kids. And he doesn’t know whether that’s a good or bad thing.

She was also a chaser. His mother was a chaser. Sometimes he’s convinced he’s lost his mind… Part of the whole nun gig was fasting of course. And of course she would have to fast for the 24 hours before the final match. Somehow they actually managed to win the match. She collapsed about three minutes into the celebrations and had to stay in the hospital for a week.

He can’t blame her for that whole episode. Her pillar of strength, her role model, had been desecrated. Almost anyone could have snapped.

The second time was after his birth. When he was eleven, his father sat him down and described her … condition. Postpartum depression he called it. Looking back, he seemed to young to be talking about his mother’s mental illness. But his father most probably wanted to prepare him after finding out about the prospect of a third child. But it was unnecessary really. He could still remember the aftereffects of his sister’s birth. The sound of screaming, glass shattering and him huddled in a corner beside a closet, not crying. Instead just feeling numb, trying to figure out how he could help his mother, help her get well again.

But postpartum depression didn’t explain why it happened again in Rome. It was supposed to be a nice, relaxing holiday. Enjoying the scenery, the food, the company. Instead he is woken up by his father’s screams. He thinks that’s the reason he’s become a very light sleeper. Never know when you might be needed up and alert. Never know if you might wake up to the same scene again, his mother half way out a small window in the kitchen, his father holding on to her legs, pleading for her to get back into the room. The fact that their room is on the eighth floor doesn’t escape him. How he found the strength he’ll never know, but he’ll never forget that wild look in her eyes as he’s hugging her, sobbing, begging her to stay, telling her how he loves her, how he needs her.

He’s almost certain that was the moment he started hating her.

Her declarations of wanting to leave the hotel room. Her delusions of being married to someone else, that the man sleeping soundly in the next room, the man you know as your father, kidnapped her. That he had a different biological father. She dragged him into the bathroom, neglecting to turn on the lights. Opting instead to leave a slight opening at the door. He just sits on the toilet looking at her, the woman who could guarantee him heaven, spouting nonsense, drinking water straight from the tap, not at all listening to a word she’s saying.

He’s absolutely certain that was the exact moment he gave a big Fuck You to the big guy upstairs.

Nowadays she gets the episodes more frequently. Not the delusional type, no. More of the staring into space, mulling over things. He doesn’t really bother. With her. With them. With all of it really. Because he thinks he’s finally got it. Why life gave him such a crappy hand. “Heaven lies at the feet of mothers.” He smirks as he stares at her. He was never destined for heaven after all.

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It's all my fault.

-The Daughter

Besides that...

I realized after posting I didn't really talk about the day's events at all! Not even the people who went to watch it with me (which is: nawal, aza, beverly, and the double jacqs/jacq squared/etc).

Haha.. we were all so scared we wouldn't be able to get past the Age Requirement, because not all our birthdays have come to pass, but fortunately, they just needed to check the year of our births. HAHAH, our sighs of relief were SO LOUD it echoed (or maybe not).. and we all whipped out our ezlink cards faster than you can say velocious. (nawal and i had a very fun vocabulary challenge after the movie, naming back-and-forth each other all the V words we know =)

Then at the toilet, nawalie realized she didn't bring any pads along, and I got my period then and there, so we made a trip to Carrefour, leaving the rest in the restroom to groom and preen themselves to their hearts' content.

We went to the upper storey of Carrefour first, cause we knew all the foodstuff were at the bottom one; but then as we walked down the aisles, we didn't see one ambiguous pink/blue packet at all. So we went downstairs, discovered that it really was all food and even asked the weighing aunty where to go.

Went up again.. asked the jewellery counter woman where they kept the darn things and while i was doing that, i felt a mild thud at the back of my heel. It was a friggin toy car controlled by a salesman. Like, what the hell?? Grow up lah. So it is true that guys are 7 years junior to girls. Well, till they're 25, or whatever. Meanwhile, Walie was hopping away behind me, avoiding the car like only a good friend can, RIGHT, RORIE? -_-

Nevermind, anyway, we followed her directions, got to the godforsaken deserted and obscure tucked away part of Carrefour (I know they want discreet but please don't put pads in the siberia of supermarkets), got the bloody pads (pun intended =) and left the triwizard di-storey maze.

Oh yes, meanwhile, somewhen along the path, walie spotted a men's thong on a dummy butt and HAHAHAH it was so grosssss!! I took a picture - wal said an aunty saw me and gave a weird look or something. But who cares! It is absolutely, PRICELESS.

Back at the toilets, as JacqC dropped hair all over the floor, JacqOw smsed me the following message:

"both jacqs are going to cement your Asshole if you don't hurry."

Very encouraging.

So erm, yeah we went to eat (had this stupid beverly KOH for potassium hydroxide conversation, and etc) then we were off to the cinema. Had to show our ezlinks AGAIN at the tear-ticket-ing booth, and finally YESYESYES, we were TH-ROO.

Entered the cinema, watched the film and this time, JacqC had her insulating hair to cover her and thus there were no repeated episodes of her chattering teeth (like on Walk the Line day), etc. Good for her!

End of the film, out the cinema, and I realized I left my wallet inside. Ho hum. Pig's bum. Nothing to worry. Stop it with y'all exasperated sighs, for I am immune, immune, I say. Anyway, luckily, JacqOw saved the day! (and her $, for she was the one who bought it... =)

Go home, gonna start planning for a roadtrip to Malaysia to set off fireworks on the fifth of November this year..

The surprises never end.

- White Blood Cell Dolphins Boost My Immunity!

"Remember, remember the fifth of November."

*contains spoilers!*

V for Vendetta (Vengeance) was AWESOME. The Wachowski Brothers have done it again!

Memorable quotes:

Willy Fingerman: You might not be the sorriest arse in London, but by tomorrow you'll definitely have the sorest!

[when the 'Fingermen' (sort of CIA) were about to rape Evey]

Evey Hammond: Who are you?

V: "Who?" "Who" is but the form following the function of "what", and what I am is a man in a mask.

Evey Hammond: Well I can see that!

V: Of course you can. I'm not questioning your powers of observation, I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.

Evey Hammond: [short pause] Oh... right.

V: This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.

V: Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. There is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof. [upon getting asked why he "won't die" when Mr. Creedy kept on shooting]


Aren't they superb? I LOVE this movie. Dare I say it is better than The Matrix Trilogy? YES. It is a story about truth, beauty, freedom, and above all, love. Haha, 'cept it isn't the Bohemian Revolution this time. "V for Vendetta is a swift and smugly entertaining portrait of revolution of the people."

May I highlight, there was this one scene at the end, when the London people were all consecutively taking off the masks on their faces.. Well, Jacq Chua claims she spotted Hugh Laurie (House) in the crowd, and I think I saw bloomin' Orlando Bloom!
So I went to imdb to confirm my suspicious- clicked on the "Orlando Bloom cameo (spoilers)." in the message board- and saw this WHOLE bloody long thread on people purportedly seeing all these... people. It's crazy.

A few eg:

"I saw: John Wilkes Booth, Moses, Joan of Arc, Ghandi, Optimus Prime, Megatron, Mr. T, Vin Diesel, Chuck Norris, Godzilla, Batman, Captain America and the Avengers, the Cigarette Smoking Man from the X-files, George Washington, the Orc army from Lord of the Rings, Morpheous, Neo, and Trinity, the entire crew from The Thing, a Queen Alien and her hive, Predator, bears on unicycles, clowns, dancing elephants, and Bill Gates all take off their masks at the end."

"I think I saw Papa Smurf too!"

"I found Wally!"

"I saw Michael Jackson there and i think his son too but he didnt take his mask off... "

BUT of course they're all lying LAH. Someone even said they saw BUSH. The impt. people to look out for, however, are the dead oppressors - Evey's parents and comedian friend, the lesbian couple, and the little girl.. it supposedly meant that as all these people stood for an idea, like V said "Ideas are bulletproof"; they represent things like innocence (the child), homosexuality (the women), free speech (Evey's friend Gordon) etc. So in that way, the human persons were killed, but the idea they stood for, was not. =)

It was NC16 for the violence/mature themes- BUT it's EDITED! (the uncut version is M18) They also cut out this whole scene (from the graphic novel) when she actually unmasked V... when V dies in Evey's arms, she takes his mask off once, sees her father's face but then says to herself, "No, V was not my father." So Evey puts his mask back on and takes it off again and sees Gordon's face. Evey does the taking off and putting back on about 4 times untill she sees her own face, giving her the realization of what she has to do.

Oh my god, I can't stand it. I love this film. I thought it would be some political mumb-jumbo but hell, it's frickin entertaining. Before the movie, I was so scared that Aza would be so sian by it but whatdoyouknow, she cried 4 times in the movie! I'm gonna buy the DVD. Vicky said her friend's sis watched it three times in the cinema. Don't miss it! AIYOH I can't believe Chua said it was boring; but then again she said Walk the Line was bad.. then changed her mind mysteriously afterwards (after reading the reviews??) Don't believe her! Watch it!

- Lizzie

"Don't take life so seriously, nobody makes it out alive anyways!"

moldy article #3

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all i can say is... it killed the ants attracted to it. that ought'll say something.

[Untitled]

Glowing ember
Just stops
Abruptly
Like a sparked matchstick

Pressure
Heat
Pillows of smoke
Eat away at the being

The luminescence
Its brightness
Its thirst for oxygen
The weakening glow

It twists
Bound by the heat
The invisible ropes
Threatening to suffocate

This solace
This temporary solitude
But there is no real comfort
In this winter solstice

The light has faded
The matchbox is empty
But my presence goes unseen
In the stillness of the night

This is the first poem that does not rhyme. Trying out something new. I needed to release some constriction off my chest. And this is what I wrote. Inspired from Nirvana's Polly and an endearing childhood story that I've always loved, The Matchstick Girl. Comments and constructive criticism welcome. And I still haven't come up with a title for it just yet.

"It's time to take myself in hand."

Let me come straight to the point: Being an orphan sucks. (Or it will, suck.)

Not only are there the obvious reasons for which it does (suck), i.e. i hate living like a boy/pig/etc [i watched all three American Pie movies last night and killed about 300 brain cells laughing while the guy f___s a pie], there's also the emotional part of it... being without a mother's love is like... it's like.. - blah blah you get the point- i just HATE looking at that ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING BROWN STUFF THAT'S SEEPING OUT FROM THE CUPBOARD WHICH WE DO NOT OPEN. I do not understand. We - well, my sister and cynthia, my cousin - clean it up everyday but yet. THERE IT IS. IN YOUR FACE. Mockingly disturbing to the point where someday we might just be forced to open it. (the CWWDNO.) Removing all the masking tape and all. And we all know that the masking tape is there it for a REASON. The reason is that it is a friggin CWWDNO. And that's all there is to it. Seriously. And let's not forget the moldy juice. YES, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, MOLDY ARTICLE #2.
We found it (the layer of mold) floating innocently on the glass of juice when we got back from the floating casino.

The Floating Casino

• We naively thought it was Superstar Virgo or something when my grandmother suddenly called to ask us (cynthia, vicky, and i, together with my malaysian aunty and cousin) to come along, with her morning walk buddies, saying that it's "very cheap ah!"
• It was so not Titanic. There was this one time, at band camp (American Pie, sorry), when I thought the ship was shuddering. It was, sadly, only me. And there were zero guys on deck our age. Only 40, 50 ++ year old aunties and uncles, and a few random children unwittingly brought along where their only entertainment would be the
• Lousy pool, which wasn't even filled when we arrived.
• However, the tiny pod of a room was okay.
• And was on the side without windows, which I think is a good thing cause I won't feel as dizzy. I'm still, now, on solid ground, suffering from serious boat-lag; I keep feeling woozy and wobbly. But the water temperature was TERRIBLE. It was so HOT I'm positive a few of my skin cells permanently died that night.
• AND YES... It did make me lose some cash. (give or take, it's still less than $10 LAH)
• Well, a girl can't resist the temptation, can she. (A FRIGGIN CASINO. VEGAS, BABYY!)
• However, the jackpot loss was practically forced upon. See, they charge $180 for the trip then they give you $100 jackpot vouchers for you to lose 掉 on the jackpot computer machines which didn't even look authentic. I mean, i know it's the 21st century but can we please retain the lever to pull? Maybe they think it's so much easier to just press a small square buttom for every roll, thus, easier to let your money go. Conniving lil fellas from
• China. Yes, they hire chinese people to be the dealers in the casino and the waiters and waitresses and bartenders. The captain of the ship was an ang moh, though, unsurprisingly. But by some sick twist of bad case of whatsit, the cleaners and maintenance crew of the ship were all ang mohs too! Can someone explain, please.
• Anyway we played Blackjack -AfricanAmericanJack- with a computer. (Because children weren't allowed to play with the real deal. Boo.) There was this table where you can just slot in a $10 bill or more and start playing on the computer touchscreens. It's a lot of fun when there's a lot of uncleaunties playing too cause we all just make a lot of noise (eg "PICTURE, AH PEH, AH PEH!" -hokkien for old man which means picture card) and scold the blardy computer when we lose and laugh our heads off when the dealer 'busts' (takes too much cards and so has to pay everybody). Kinda silly, if you think about it, but who cares! Then there was this girl (about our age) who slotted in a $10 and walked away with $50 ++. We all called her the 'cha bo' (hokkien for young girl) and laughed when she bangs the table calling out "Ah PEH!" in that weird way of hers while actually secretly admiring her gambling skills :P
• Has a karaoke lounge which no one goes to and has everyone wincing while they pass by because somehow a lost wandering uncleaunty will be croning for the whole ship to hear - will they pay extra to use one of the private ktv rooms? Oh no, why should they, they've got 'talent' they shouldn't hide! The morning walk friend, she sings there day and night. This one time, we went to sit with her, chased away the waitress asking us to 'order drinks or get out', and listened to this chinese woman singing (or trying v. hard to) to three children, not including the aunty and us. The singer even said the children were 'lured' in by her singing! So, in other words, before the children came, she was singing to one person and one person only. How pathetic can that be! Even the piano has scotch tape on it. (I know, because I've played it, in the morning before it opens.)
• Moving on.. It has average buffet food. I can't believe they served roti prata one of the nights. Trying too hard, my chinese friends.
• Has a pretty cool cockpit- minxy little cynthia talked an indonesian crew guy into bringing us there.
• Was altogether a fun experience. I mean it. Between all the mirrors put up everywhere and the whole old fashioned 1980s decor and disco balls everywhere, we had fun.

MAN, I haven't even begun to talk about yesterday's very exciting events. Involving handcuffs, my first time at Far East Plaza, sneaking into a cinema, hot(!) japanese guys and a pickpocket who almost stole my handphone.

Oh well. You gotta quit while you're ahead. And the House always wins!

Does that make any sense? I didn't think so.

Ciao!

- The Only Parent

(You know. 'Only child'... 'Only parent'? God.)

p.s. notice most of the photos are have vicky? (particularly the mold one cuz she DID go without bathing for 2 1/2 days after her b'day..) anyway, it's actually because she had her birthday on the last day of the cruise! feel honoured, vick! =) here's one of her at the late night birthday party/gathering below our block. look how happy she is!

CARPE DIEM. =D

STUPID LORELAI WHO DOES NOT WANT TO UPDATE. SO IRRITATING CAN.

ANYWAY, Dead Poets was a LOVERLY movie. I loved RSL too. But i am NOT turning into a fangirl. Unlike SOMEONE ELSE. Hehe. WHEE, ANYONE? =)

FINE. I JEST. I'll stop now. Well, I think that RSL is such a lanky lad when he was younger. He's got NO muscles AT ALL. But I still think he's cute. :D And OHGOSHILOVEDHIMINMUCHADOBOUTNOTHING.

Labs came over to me house yesterday and we had a RSL marathon? Or House? I don't know which one was more. i"ve been watching SO MUCH RSL recently, courtesy of labs. And now I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF HIM. And OMGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THE BROKEBACK/HOUSE PARODY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I KNEW that they going to use the Christmas EPPY. AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! I think I'm going to SKIP ALL the episodes and JUMP to SEX KILLS first. EHEHEH. I'm so sorry labs but I DO NOT CARE. =)

And YESTERDAY WAS SUCH SWEET FREEDOM. For me at least. :D

Me mum's gone to Tioman, you see. And labs wanted to go study at bedok library AT NIGHT. And me dad said YESSSSS. OH T'WAS SO COOL. We ate dinner at the community 'hub' "EXCREMENT." And all was dark. MAHAHAHAHA. Sometimes you just have to stand on a table to look at life at a different perspective. Oh I just LOVE quoting from Dead Poets.

BUT LABS. She kept repeating, CARPE DIEM like about every ten minutes or so. And SHE WROTE THAT ON MY WORKSHEET TOO. Haiyo. But it reminded me that i shouldn't procrastinate and dawdle. Ergo I didn't find it THAT irritating. And SOMETHING DAMN FUNNY HAPPENED IN THE LIBRARY. BUT I HAVE BEEN SWORN TO SECRECY. MY LIPS ARE SEALED.

But if you DARE to break the Dead Poets honour, I'LL KILL YOU. YOU KNOW WHO ARE. CAN'T STOP LAUGHING CAN YOU? Me TOO. ahahahhahahahahahahhahahahaahh. AHEM.

And I told labs bout this song I kept singing when I was younger and me mum got SO irritated by it. I LOVED THAT. =) EHEH. I've contemplated bout posting it here. But DANG is it LONG. So if you want to know then ask me personally. Hee.

I'm supposed to go to Escape today but NO ONE'S contacted me yet. So I don't think I'm going. Lorelai can be a handful sometimes.

"I'm tired of waiting. Waiting for you is like waiting for rain in this drought. Useless, and disappointing." I don't think anyone knows this quote.

KK. ENOUGH ALREADY. Tons of homework. So little time.

"Bros before Hoes, man." =D (You SHOULD know this one......)

- The (Strive & Not to Yield) Daughter

i cannot BELIEVE i woke up at 3.30 in the EARLY MORN to do my homework........SHEESH

Aye aye.

NOW I CAN FINALLY DO THE BOLD THINGY. EHEH EHEH. STUPIIIIIIID OPERA. CANNOT be TRUSTED.

Just a short post. I wanted to place a pic here. To show LORELAI what I was scribbling about. This are the few NICE ones, I think. A RARE KIND.

And HAPPY BELATED B'DAY. =)


- The (exhausted) Daughter

Let's get together, YEAH YEAH YEAH

why don't you and i comm-BA-ine?!

HAHAHAHHAHAH
Wahahaha
LOL
goshgoshgosh
:):):)


NOW SING IT!

(all-marilyn-moroe-slow-and-seductive-like)
HAPPY BUuuuuuRRRffday to me....
HAPPY bbuuuurrrrrfday to-oo me...
HAPPY BUUUUUURRRRP-fffday to me-ee...
HAPPY bbbbbuuuurrrrffffdayyyy toooooo meeee...

*a certain president gettin a hard-on*

whoops, that wasn't what i wanted.

*hits it like a ketchup bottle*

there, now.



anyway, today was really fun!
firstly, i went to school with my sister (a rather rare occurrence)
then before assembly there was this whole group of people crowding around me, wishing me happy birthday, giving me presents, lots of hugs and stuff like that.
so anyway, at basketball there was this really nice spontaneous happy birthday cheer for me, complete with clapping hands and shit
oh man, it was wonderful
in class there was this big HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIZZIE :) on the board which no one erased until amath when they *had* to write answers on the board and that's only after Yeo told them to and yes i know amath is only the second period but that's not the point. the point is... i was as happy as a lark.
whoo.
i forgot to bring my blouse that day but wasn't booked, thank god. my beautifully scratch-prooflike slate of a record cannot be tainted anymore!
so after school we (aza, jacq and i - walie had ART $#@!ing CLUB to go to)decided to pon the tennis match [which we lost, again :(] to go collect my cake and PARRRTAY at my place.
so yeah, after we got the strawberry shortcake we went to eat the famous crispy roti prata around the area -YUMMY- before heading to my house.

*goes to put on Accidentally in Love, after typing the strawberry thingy*

(Shouts) SO I SAY I'M A SNOWBALL BURNIN'... Oh baby, I surrender to the strawberry ice-cream never ever.. erm.. ever ever enter something something..

Ahem.
As I was saying, we got to the house then there we slack and slack (by which i mean going thru my presents.. multiple times, me; playing the piano and computer, aza; and 'dancing' and 'studying', jacq) and waited for the "GOH" * to come. who else but.. our long lost friend LISHANNNN!! she could only come after 6 as her school ended very late. but sadly, our other mysterious enigmatic GOH couldn't come -WALIE- i wanted her to sing happy birthday to my left ear while i heard the rest with my right but alas i could only reach the fax machine. it was sweet, though. its saccharine cyborg love language was music to my ears. BTW, JACQ AND VICK FINALLY GOT RID OF THE STINKIN (oh yes, it smelt bad, alright- we all covered our noses with towels, etc whenever the lid was lifted) INSTANT NOODLES. GOD, THE FUNGI WAS HORRIBLE. all the ants and flies were all attracted to it, like, insects to a dump (no pun intended) or something. next on the list.... CLEAN THE FRICKIN SMEELLLY TOILET. which smells like shiiiiit. literally. Anyway....
I WANTED 16 candles! stupid selfish new Four Leaves woman gave me only one long one and 6 short ones. damn stingy can.
BUT the cake was nice! aza practically licked the plate. *slobbergobble*
then jacqOw the BCG (breast cancer girl) came! she gave me a gorgeous bohemian wallet! okay while we're on the subject, i'll just report my takings.. erm.. receivings? oh whatever. anyway.

(By order of appearance)

Pre-birthday SPECIALs:

• iPod
• pretty card from ah pa (jacq said he had the same handwriting as me! she calls it the "calvin and hobbes" font.
• RORIE'S LOVERLY (x10000) Final Fantasy pocket clock thingy WHICH I ADORE!!!! Especially the unwrapping part.. =) i'd be keeping them tissues!
  

1. Vicky's twelve midnight gift: A lovely arty card, Sour apple squeeze candy (which aza thought was TOOTHPASTE), jelly beans in a canister (with fabulous flavours- such as "toasted marshmellow", "sizzling cinnamon", "root beer", "licorice", "buttered popcorn" etcetc), a GIANT violet choc/honeycomb bars ("it's the way it shatters that matters"), a warner bros black tshirt with a heart which says "SUPER GIRl" (I LOVE IT, in fact, i'm wearing it now), annnnnd, last but not least, the AQUALUNG cd which we wanted so much!! (it costed $37, so ex right)

2. Jacqie got me lovely inspirational posters to put beside my TV "so when you watch desperate housewives on monday, you'd be reminded that there's a CA (common test- erm, aest?) on tuesday" AND AMERICAN BEAUTY!!!!! (something she begged the cashier woman to let her buy, cuz we're underaged) *moved to tears*

3. Bear's FANTASTIC hallmark-of-a-card. AND the Harry Potter soundtrack. (HAHA, yup, so unlike me but she's gonna buy The Servant too when it's in stock! yay!)

4. Jozette's wooden photo frame to put the long delayed framing photo of jacq and i in (in our temasek poly 2004 'fashion show' handmade outfits) which jacqie broke the glass cover of. HAHA. i abso-#&$!ing-lutely love the smell of the wood! :D

5. Carissa's Spirited Away card deck (which i actually already have, she knows me well! =)

6. Jasmine's card to me.. I LUUUURVE it! it's truly a heartwarming card- complete with drawings of "Evilizabeth" the demon and "Chairman Lizzie" the angel... *sigh* my heart is the opposite of breaking right now.

7. Aza's Fruits Basket MANGAAA!!! *kyaaa!!* volumes 7, 8, 9, 11 and 12! each one costs $7.90. you do the math. meanwhile, i'll go send aza a telephatic BIGGG HUGGG.

8. Samantha and Julie's handmade paint-glue-fill-in-picture-and-put-in-microwave-it-and-presto thingy. IT is sooo CUTE! it's a picture of me, the yellow skined black haired green clothes girl in the picture kissing this fair skined red haired angmoh-ish guy "my future bf/husband" on the cheek, with stars and flowers (done by carissa :D) around. it was so pleasantly surprising of them to have thought of me =) I LOVE IT! it's pasted proudly on my fridge now.

9. Halima's pink Ty beanie baby bear named "Smitten" Date of birth: (dark cancelations)-written: 2nd March. LOL. and the wonderful inevitable poem: I am the bear that can't be missed/ The one that no on can resist/ Just take me home and you will see/ How smitten you become with me!

10. Jacq Ow's funkay bohemian wallet! a brand named "polospirits".. makes me think if she paid a lot for it.. *sniffsniff* i love my friends!

thanks everyone... i had a FANTABULOUS birthday today! =)

*that means guest of honour lah, goondu. =)

p.s. WHAT A LONG ENTRY THIS IS. it's already half an hour more to the end of my birthday and I HAVEN'T bathed! -_- hmmm.. i can do whatever i want on my BIRTHDAY right? and not do whatever i don't want to right? *muahahahah- lower sec laughter*

- The (Older, not-so-much-wiser) Mother

I KNOW you, I've walked with you ONCE UPON a DREAM....

HEY. HEY.

I would just like to say that I HAVE been listening to the Savage Garden CD(I NO liar, CAN.) and that I LOVED THE SONGSSSSS. ESPECIALLY Crash & Burn. And I thought it kinda reminded me of all your great help to get me through these DEPRESSION 1001 phases. So I thank you(both spoken AND SIGNED). To labs AND lorelai for just TOLERATING MY WHINING & everything.

OK NOW. Gotta EAT my microwaveD McChicken burger and frantically scribble like 'chicken scratch'(I QUOTE from DRY-HUMOUR Nikita)

CRASH & BURN by Savage Garden( I WONDER HOW they came up with a repulsive(SAVAGE)but-nice band name)
When you feel all alone
And the world has turned it’s back on you
Give me a moment please to tame your wild wild heart
I know you feel like the walls are closing in on you
It’s hard to find relief and people can be so cold
When darkness is upon your door and you feel like you can’t take anymore

Let me be the one you call
If you jump I’ll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You’re not alone

When you feel all alone
And a loyal friend is hard to find
You’re caught in a one way street
With the monsters in your head
When hopes and dreams are far away and
You feel like you can’t face the day

Let me be the one you call
If you jump I’ll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You’re not alone

And there has always been heartache and pain
And when it’s over you’ll breathe again
You’ll breath again

When you feel all alone
And the world has turned it’s back on you
Give me a moment please
To tame your wild wild heart

Let me be the one you call
If you jump I’ll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You’re not alone

P.S. You should have SEEN the look of lizzie's face when she opened my toilet paper & Disney-lyric-ed wrapping paper. PRICELESS. =D

- The (Non-ANGSTY) Daughter