:: Saturday, March 01, 2003 ::

I am quite worried. Mum's been ill for sometime. Was having dinner with her and she sat outside, not in the air conditioned area. Later, when we took the bus back, she was coughing a lot. I don't know exactly why she can't take air conditioning. I am worried.

:: The Girl 7:28 AM [+] ::
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:: Friday, February 28, 2003 ::

I'm definitely freaking out.
With only a few days to the A levels results being announced, I fear I'm freaking out like mad. I dropped my mirror today and it broke.

BROKE

I dropped this mirror many times in the past and it didn't break. It broke today. Few days to the announcement of the A's. Why? Why now? God, I'm driving myself insane.

And now my computer screen is blinking like mad. It never rains but pours.

Elva Hsiao's Ai De Zhu Da Ge (Love's Theme Song) is playing now. I don't normally listen to chinese songs, but this one caught my attention. It's a nice song, would like to recommend it.


:: The Girl 5:45 PM [+] ::
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:: Thursday, February 27, 2003 ::

I posted another result from this quiz on my other side. Apparently, this is my 'hidden side'. The other was the side I show to the world. That's why I chucked this here. Hmmm. I'm a hidden intellectual.


Intellectual-Sexy....
You are the brains behind every operation, and it
shows. The the precision in which you lure the
boys in is unsurpassed. You need someone as
intelligent as you, which seems to be your
greatest problem, as noone is THAT smart.
Maybe you should lighten up and simply enjoy
things, like the rest of us neanderthals.


What's your brand of sexy?
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:: The Girl 2:01 AM [+] ::
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:: Wednesday, February 26, 2003 ::

Same post as the other blog, but I have to add that it might sound cheesy, but it's actually not.

I remembered another excerpt of conversation I overheard between X (or BritishIndia Guy lol) and another person (W)

P'Where is she from'
she gestures to me

X'She's from Singapore.. Why?'
he turns back a little, I pretend to be busy rearranging some stuff, I didn't even look in that direction! Hah

P'Oh, I initially thought she was Malaysian
I don't know why. Malaysians and Singaporean Chinese girls have different looks?

Xturns and look at me, then back again 'No, I don't think Malaysia has girls as pretty as her'

And the funny thing is that I didn't feel offended or anything. Felt strangely hot and bothered.

:: The Girl 5:53 AM [+] ::
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:: Monday, February 24, 2003 ::

Supermodel. NOT

Anyway, I was 'shortlisted' for some model talent search thingy, and I think Sam was quite disturbed that I was 'chosen' and she wasn't. And I apologised to her for that. I don't even know why.

What really got to me was that she was writing in her blog how she felt very ugly as she walked beside me, and how she's going to make sure her future boyfriend chose her for personality so he won't 'elope with me or something. I must say I'm very disturbed by that. Since when do I become the boyfriend snatcher? I was a little spiffed when I read that, I must say, but knowing her, she probably meant that as a compliment or something. Still, I must say that I felt like I was insulted in some way.

Sometimes, Sam writes in her blog how supposedly 'gorgeous' I am and how she 'feels ugly' beside me. I don't know. What I do know is, it is a compliment on her part; but I somehow I feel snubbed. Like she was praising me so much I sound like some high and mighty and snobby aloof queen or something.

So what I was 'chosen' among the both of us? It does not mean anything.

Food for thought. Great song by Kendall Payne. It's also used as the theme song for the short lived TV series, 'Popular', which imo, was a great series.

Artist : Kendall Payne
Song : Supermodels

The summer sun has come to stay,
Bikinis, tans, outrageous legs,
They're all retarded and they all look the same,
And barbie's body is melting down,
On her face a big fat frown,
'cause Mr. Cellulite just moved into town.

(Chorus)
Well me and B we hate supermodels,
It's not that we know anyone personally,
It's just that I'm tired of being compared.

The boys they come here,
With expectations for the summer,
And I refuse to take any part of this barbaric ritual,
'cause God has given me a mind,
That I will use from time to time,
And I got more on my head,
Than what's made by Paul Mitchell.

(Repeat chorus)
It's just that I'm tired of being compared

(Bridge)
Was it worth the tears you cried...
to fit the size?

Think it over once or twice,
What lasts the longest in this life,
Character, or rock hard thighs?
And in the end do you believe,
That beauty lies in what you see?
'cause if you do, then baby
You´ve been deceived.

(Repeat chorus)


:: The Girl 8:05 PM [+] ::
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I am a stalker.

This is really stupid. When I found out he wore clothes from BritishIndia, I went right out and bought a top somewhat similar to his BritishIndia top. *sigh* I'm more hopeless than I thought I am. And clothes from BritishIndia do not come cheap.

I think I need professional help lol.
:: The Girl 6:16 PM [+] ::
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