Anyway, I changed my camera picture (see sidebar)

Will post a proper new year post once my account is restored! (Which would probably take all night.)

I signed up for Shimelle‘s online class—Blogging for Scrapbookers and it started on Monday. But, being the usual procrastinator that I have always been, I kinda sorta lagged behind since caring for Zayden Asher takes up practically ALL my time. Well, not to mention checking out Tumblr and helping Guan with his FarmVille on Facebook and looking at deals at 2peas

Anyway, I spent the last weekend meeting new crafty people on the class forum and admiring everyone else crafty and pretty works while I did my usual gawking at pretty papers and layouts

I read up the class notes and have got Google Reader ready And I shall attempt today’s—well, yesterday’s, actually—prompt.

I was on my way to MWL to buy the new MME journaling cards and the fastest way was by the train. And, somehow, I always seem to have very annoying kids taking the same carriage as me.

He was about six and he sounded Filipino and I shall assume that he was sitting (on the reserved seat for those who need) with his mother. I stood in front of him, trying to ignore him while half-gaming, half-tweeting on my iPhone, and he kept whining and fidgeting in his seat. Okay, granted that he’s a kid so given that his butt probably had needles on them, but, did he need to whine (almost) endlessly?

He kept going on and on and moving about in his seat and when he wanted to lie on his mother, he got really comfy by putting his legs up against the glass on the side of the seat. If his legs were any longer, those ugly Crocs would be right in my face

Needless to say, I was pretty thankful when I finally alighted at my stop—only to discover that he and his family alighted along as well

That is why I hope Zayden won’t grow up to be those annoying, irritating, badly-behaved children I see running around, making a ruckus in public I shall do my best! *yosh*

Oh, well. Anyway, I got my journaling cards! But I couldn’t find one of them so my set isn’t complete

A Zayden Moment

Since last week, I have been pulling a five-day-six-night week. I am somewhat amazed that I can just sleep for about three hours a day, pull a nine-hour long office job, then a seven-hour shift at the bar. I guess I can now claim the title Charles gave me a few months ago: Superwoman

It was pretty much a lousy day yesterday with oversleeping, getting to internship an hour late, getting crap from the higher up folks, being demanded to do stuff that gets rejected 7863458976 times, re-doing those stuff 7863458977 times, listening to someone tell me something that I have been suppressing for months so now it becomes a reality, missing training because of internship, getting to work late because of internship…

Okay, basically, internship sucks.

That is why I wanted to go drinking. So, after work at half past three this morning, some colleagues and I ended up at a bar drinking beer and Chivas and watching the Chelsea-Liverpool match. I am not much of a soccer fan but I supported Liverpool this morning. In fact, everyone else was supporting them. But darn Chelsea! If that penalty was not scored, it could have been a draw.

Charlene was the only one rejoicing and making a whole lot of noise, irritating the shit out of everyone else (She is only supporting them because Liverpool kicked her team, Arsenal, out.)

I enjoyed myself tremendously. It made me forget (more or less) about my lousy day. And it made me look forward to working tonight

Yeah, I love working

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Yesterday’s training was one of the very few trainings that had all eight of us down to train together. And, of all days, it had to be a day where almost everyone willingly joined the new tiang club—SPTC—because almost all of us kept tianging.

When I was doing some stationary shots, there was this time I tianged four times in a row. Four times! It was so frustrating that I got really angry and it made my following two shots in

I did not practice keeping for a long time. So, initially, practically everyone’s balls kept ramming into the goal. But after getting the hang of it, I managed to keep pretty decent balls. Especially those thrown by the alumni guys And Jackson tianged three times in a row! Jacky was much worse. Almost all his balls kept tianging.

Geok Cheng was saying that we practically tianged more than 50 balls yesterday

We played pretty okay with the guys. We managed to score three goals, too. If only we can play like this on Saturday (minus all the tianging), we could probably trash the other two teams

It would be Joycelyn’s last match with us So Geok was saying we should try and let her score as many goals as she can this Saturday

It is always amazing to discover the bruises and cuts and abrasions one can get after a training session. It is more of a wonder when one does not realise how one got the injury to begin with.

Check out my bruises on my right arm from keeping:


As well as those on my thighs—courtesy of the Vampire (that’s the brand of the boat):

This one on my left may not look as gross but it hurts much more. I mean, its causing me to limp!

Now, my body is aching everywhere—arms, legs, back, neck… I wish I can have a clone of myself so I can get some massaging done on my back.

• you over dosed yourself (with cough syrup) the night before and wake up in the middle of the afternoon
• you meet up a friend in an attempt to cheer him up over a death of a close friend of his (which is currently a nationwide news) only to fail because you are way too disturbed with your own woes
• you arrive at work with absobuckinlutely no mood to work
• you have to be on your toes at work because it’s The Boss Meeting Day
• you lose all appetite but binge on Maccas’ shaker fries for the whole night
• you attempt to puke out all those oily, fatty fries in vain
• you leave your phone somewhere, only to discover it missing when you’re halfway on the highway

Well, guess how my day was?

On a side note, it was nice that you remembered.

Not many frequent here any more. I don’t blame them since I did not make the time nor effort to actually maintain the bond. So, if you read past archives, you will notice that I don’t really blog really deep and personal stuff. Usually it’s about my random days or something I want to share or pictures I want to post.

I guess having 8974597834 hours to kill just puts your gears in your mind to work. So, beware, it may be a long, random, (perhaps) boring and wordy post.

I guess it was something that has been bugging me slowly over the past half year or so. Or maybe for the past year or two. (Darn, I’m really bad with timings ever since I started working late.) I know I’m drifting away. Not just from God or my family, but also from my dearest and closest friends that treasure.

I blame the lack of time. But maybe that’s just a bad excuse. I know I don’t really share. I’m not much of a person who shares a lot of things. I share a bit of everything to every other person. I talk with my 7ners. We laugh, we chat, but they’re just things to keep everyone posted: schooling and working; single; having a complicated past relationship; not on very good terms with family; yes, very busy…

I remember a few years ago when we (7ners) felt that PK was drawing away from us. (No offense, I’m not bringing up bad, old memories. Just pulling an example.) We were all rather upset and frustrated. So we found a day, gathered everyone and sat down to talk to her. We wanted to know what was going on and what was wrong. The ending was good. We were all glued back together again.

Now I feel like I’m her. I think I know it. I’m not sure if they do, too. And if they do, I’m ignorant of that. Sometimes I wish I can explain myself. Sometimes I want to apologise. But I am not even sure what is going on, let alone trying to explain something that I don’t even understand yet.

Saying that I am trying would not be truthful. But saying that I did not bother would be a lie as well. I don’t expect anyone to understand. I can only say that I’m still figuring things out.

The reason why I’m actually typing all these because I feel very bad for missing out on CJ’s birthday celebration earlier this month. (Well, and also after reading everyone’s blogs on the fun I was missing out that night.)

Okay, so, end of emo part. On a random note, I hate karma. On the other side of that random note, the gods of time are still playing their stupid jokes on me.

“Good evening.”
“Good night.”

To end off in a happier tone, Happy Birthday Mark and Luke! I always have this problem every year where I want to text you two “Happy Birthday” but have to rack my brains so that I won’t send the exact same message to the both of you. I’m sorry Luke, but as Mark’s your older twin, he will always receive my text first

National Champs are finally over. After this week’s break, we are so going to train hard for SRRR08! Artello! Let’s all jia you together!

Our chalet’s over. No photos since no one had a camera. Phooey But we had fun, I guess. Celebrated Joycelyn’s 19th birthday. Kang Jun got us Swensons ice cream cake! Well, beats our budget Sara Lee cake last year

Our present for the birthday lass? An outfit makeover:

Checked my results and as I had half expected, I failed Oddly, I don’t feel too bad because that means I can play for IVP again next year But the thought of doing the project all over again is very… sian diao

And the random part of this post shall be this:

I want a toy poodle!

We played with Devlin 2 on our first match on Saturday. Jolene and I were saying that if we lose this match, we might as well quit canoe polo or something since Team Devlin consists of juniors from NP.

We won 5-0 but we played quite a bad game. We made many bad passes, missed a few open shots and did not give our 100%. The next two matches of the day made us more demoralized. Our second match was an IVP match against TP and of all referees, we had a referee who did a bad ref job in one of our matches in SRRR.

We lost 1-5 and most of us were pretty down. When it was time for our last match of the day, it was pretty hard to carry on fighting since we were up against TP Munchies who is an alumni team.

We lost 0-10 and I felt rather lousy when they scored their 10th goal because it was like SRRR all over again because back then, during the final minute or so, one of them yelled to make their score a double digit. When they were still at their 9th goal, I told myself I wasn’t going to let them score another. That’s why I still managed to block two of their shots. But I guess it’s meant to be another event where history repeats itself.

Stanley was lecturing us the same way he lectured us in SRRR. And it was right after the match with the same team. But I guess we could all feel that there wasn’t any bond nor chemistry between all of us and that was what I was quite disappointed in.

So we talked things out, said how we felt about everything and encouraged each other to give our best for Sunday.

Sunday’s match against NUS was a should-draw-but-try-to-win match since they are a team that has more experience than us. But by the 6th minute into the first half when we managed to score a goal, it became a should-win match instead. But I guess it wasn’t really meant to be when I let their goal in I need to bring home Daren’s paddle and practice at home or something.

Anyway, as Stanley said, a goal would greatly boost of morale. And even though we drew the match, we could tell that everyone was in better spirits. I guess we all went home, had a good rest and tried not to think about the losses.

Something random:

Jolene and Kang Jun pulling each others’ hair as Lilin pose along

I think Jolene‘s going to kill me for posting such an unglam photo of her

Anyway, my package finally came!

My first online order from Emily the Strange Clothing! I was like a fat kid waiting for cake as I kept checking the tracking order

Lost Limited Tee: I simply had to get it

Emily Playing Cards: Don’t think I’ll ever use them to play!

2008 Calendar

Classic Strange Poster

Yeah, I got my cake. So I’m a happy fat kid now

It was drizzling and in order to continue with the original plans, the juniors got Fahmi and Tarmidzie to hold a sheet so that they can start the fire

Anyway, playing Lizhen’s drinking game with poker cards is really entertaining with lame people around Think we really laughed our asses off

Teresa, Geok and I looking fine with Jo rather squashed

Anyway, no one really noticed my hair but it got really, really, really much shorter I told the hairdresser to trim and thin just a bit but she hacked off a good seven inches!

We had dinner at this really fancy place called Giraffe. Surprisingly, I could not find a single main course on the menu that made me interested. Somehow, if I liked something, there is always some other weird combination to not make me what that item after all

I was pretty tempted to get the lasagne but it had beef (Soffie got it and let me have some. A definite to kill for!) so I settled for some Japanese-Korean glass noodles with mushrooms. The serving was not large but I could barely finish up the last few forkfuls because the meal made me feel rather full with the amount of oil and gravy. (Which makes me wonder why Perrine did not feel the same way since we had the same thing.)

I feel really silly for letting slip about saving my stomach for the cake. It was meant to be a surprise! Arg!

But the cake was really lovely. Home-baked chocolate banana cake. Kudos to Amanda’s godmother!

Elisia did her usual here’s-what-I-got-for-you-in-one-of-my-overseas-trip thingy and gave us Milky Way bars, Ice Cream Skittles (Limited Edition), cherry-flavoured Hershey’s kisses and Starbursts (my favourites!)

Felt rather detached somehow but I guess everyone had their fun

PK, CJ, Me, Soffie, Perr, Elisia, Jo

And, yeah, everyone commented on how black I’m becoming. Hell, I’m even darker than Soffie right now!

First day of e-Learning week and I spent the day sleeping at home. Cough syrup is a great replacement for sleeping pills. e-Learning sucks, by the way. I would rather go school than have another 101 assignments dumped at me. Rawr.