Monday, November 29, 2004
It was Grad Night, and I have never before taken so many taxi rides in an entire day. I think in total we flagged more than 4 cabs in a span of a few hours.
Me and my friends checked into Hotel Royale at noon, had lunch, and strolled to Meritus Mandarin to rehearse our dance item for the night (yes you heard me right, I'm dancing). Our item is called "Tarzan and Jane", and yes, its to the tune of the song by Toybox. That same song that's always boomingly played from the pirated CD stall in pasar malams. If you ask me, its a very nice dance. :P
Anyways, so we decided to wear masks to create that mysterious kinda feeling, like when the audience is kept in suspense about the true identity of the dancers, it make things more exciting (I think). So we combed Orchard and finally bought this kid's party masks from Cold Storage. Its quite, kiddy, but it will do lah.
When we finished practice it was already near 5pm, and we're supposed to be seated by 6.45pm! And we were getting frantic. Aiya you know girls lah, give us an eternity to dress up and make up, and its still not enough time.
By the time everybody showered and changed into our dance clothes, and applied make-up, did our hair, it was already way past 6, and Hotel Royale is not exactly very near to Mandarin. So we took taxi #1 down.
Our dance was the first item, and it actually felt quite good to execute all the dance moves we practiced so hard the previous night before. And when it ended, everybody was cheering and clapping for us! But ironically, although we dreaded performing and almost withdrew, I felt a little sad that its over, and I'd have gladly done it again.
So we changed into our dresses for the night, and Zinc wonderfully forgot to bring her metal belt which she specially bought for the occasion, so we took taxi #2 back to the hotel to get it, and taxi #3 back to Mandarin Hotel.
Some highlights of the night:
1. The food at Meritus Mandarin is heavenly!
2. I took so many photos with everybody that my eyes hurt from all the flashing.
3. You get high dancing with smoke and flashing disco lights around you and the booming amplifier only metres away at midnight.
4. One of the waiter was quite cute, and when I told michk I had a secret crush on him she cleverly announced it to the whole world.
(Actually the the last point is quite off topic and out of point, but hey, crushes are part and parcel of growing up right? Now he's just a fuzzy memory lah can't even properly remember his looks.)
After the event was over, we went over to 5 Girls and a Body Guard's Mandarin Hotel suite. And in comparison to our little room in the dinghy Hotel Royale, it was like stepping into a palace! Even the smell is different. Our hotel smelled of stale smoke and dust, but theirs smell of fresh linen. Took more photos, and left their place at around 2am.
Michk, Jul and I decided to take a little stroll in Orchard, and it was weird walking in a deserted and quiet Orchard Road, and then we took Taxi #4 back to the hotel.
Thus ended a hectic day, and my days as a Nanyang Girl.
So with my modified 2-year-old testimony, I went to church today. I was feeling quite nervous (those type of jittery feeling before you go on stage for a speech) because it wasn't any attention-seeking, head-turning, captivatingly exciting, explosive type of testimony. It was just a plain, old, recount of an important part of my life. Moreover, we had guests. A team of external speakers from YFC (Youth For Christ) were there, but its a good thing I know them because I won't be so embarrassed if I flop.
All I asked God for the previous night was for the delivery of my testimony speech to be a smooth one without hiccups, but God did more than just that. Miraculously, before I went up to speak, I was feeling relatively calm and at peace. My hands weren't cold, and my heart wasn't pounding. I scanned the audience, took a deep breath, and began.
It was over faster than you could say Jack Robinson (I learnt this phrase from Enid Blyton's books).
And then there was a warm round of applause, even though I think I didn't deserve it.
I don't think I did a fantastic job, but I do thank God that it was smooth, and for giving me confidence, and that its finally over. Amazingly, after the whole sermon was over, many people came up to me to say it was a good testimony. I even received an SMS from Matthew to tell me the sharing was good. And the feeling of being complimented after a speech is so good, I can't properly use words to describe it. All these made me reflect about how I felt before the speech - I was feeling worried because I was afraid people will find it boring and fall asleep or something, but God showed me otherwise. Through all those nice things that people said to me after the speech, it was as if He was reassuring me and telling me it was okay.
He made me feel like it was the best speech ever made even though I was feeling quite inadequate about it. God truly is a wonderful God, and even though I know no amount of thanks is ever enough for all the things He has done for me, I still wanna say, thank You.
I hurt my right elbow yesterday during training. During one of the service drills I think I shocked it somehow because I was too lazy to move my feet, and my whole arm was in a weird position when I swung forward to hit the ball. It felt as though a lightning bolt just shot through my elbow, with a tingling pain as after effect. It hurts alot when I serve upperhand, so to not aggravate it, I have to resort to serving lowerhand. I thought it was gonna be alright after a while, but this morning I woke up and the pain was still persistent. It hurts alot everytime I bend my elbow. :( I don't know what's wrong, but I hope it gets better quickly.
I guess time is the best healer of all wounds.
There were so many scattered all around! And being a kind and nice friend, Cheryl happily pretended she didn't know the lunatic squatting in the middle of nowhere picking seeds. Not that I blame her lah, 'cause I'd probably have done the same if I were in her shoes. And it didn't really help that I was wearing my school uniform, and a big group of CHS boys in PE t-shirt (probably innocent sec ones judging from the height) happened to be walking past, and I swear some of them were giving me the look(but I don't care!).
In the end I only had a grand total of 11 seeds. But not to fret, everything has to start small.
Probably because of human nature - the urge to keep looking at pretty things - I couldn't help but look intently while talking. Its like if a super-model sashays down Orchard Road, all eyes will be on her the whole time too, right?
I was sleeping just now, and I woke up in the middle of the night thinking about those eyes.
It's so preetty!
I wouldn't say the training is tough lah, because I've had tougher ones, but it was... challenging. Probably because I haven't been training for so long. (Ha I'm just finding excuses)
And once again I'm plagued with indecision about where to head. Much as I don't like to admit it, I guess volleyball is going to play a very big role in my decision.
And I guess, by now, I'm more or less inclined towards one JC already.
But whatever the case, I know wherever I end up, its where God wants me to go. :)
I like the colour orange.
I love receiving handwritten letters.
I have two brothers.
I love the sea breeze on my face.
I am fascinated with the Thai language.
I don't put things back where I last took them from.
I prefer white chocolate to dark ones.
I have to wade through my room because of all the papers and books and clothes strewn all over.
I have a few white hairs. Okay, many.
I like to people-watch.
I detest bean sprouts (namely tow gays).
I weaned off the milk bottle only when I was 6 years old.
I have 2 guitars.
I like melted ice-cream.
I sleep on my bolster and hug my pillow (should be the other way round).
I like attending wedding dinners.
I like to read.
I don't have double eyelids.
I keep receipts.
I prefer green broccoli to the white version.
I wriggle my nose subconsciously(my mom said me).
I read the newspaper everyday.
I live opposite West Coast Park.
I like chilli alot.
I don't comb my hair after showers.
I haven't been singing the National Anthem for a long time.
I have a dead front tooth.
I don't like the slimy taste of fish skin.
I get angry when people go back on their word.
I can fold my arms behind my back.
I hate jogging.
I rationalise alot.
I try to be optimistic.
I wish I can express myself more clearly (I've problems finding suitable words).
I like meeting new people.
I cannot eat meals alone in public.
I have been to Myanmar.
I sleep with my head at the foot of the bed.
I try to climb up 8 storeys instead of taking the lift. (also as training for Yit Jing's challenge!)
I am my brother's fashion consultant.
I try not to express negative thoughts about others. Try.
I always have either a hairband or pins on my hair.
I watch TV regularly.
I keep my problems to myself because I don't want to burden others.
I like going to the library.
I like the adrenaline rush of riding a roller coaster.
I want to explore the world.
I like surprises.
I cry watching sad and touching movies.
I like I smile to myself when I think of happy thoughts.
I like receiving little gifts now and then.
I always stand on the left side of escalators.
I dread going to the hairdresser's.
I like receiving phone calls.
I walk down every step(of stairs) but usually merge the last two.
I have a disturbing habit of observing the leg hair of the opposite gender(guys beware!)
I like adidas.
I like the smell of citrus.
I try to do my Quiet Time daily.
I don't like preparing for exams.
I like the warm feeling that drinking wine gives.
I wish I could dance and sing.
I am hopeless at art.
I enjoy filling up forms.
I like helping people.
I say a prayer to God before I go to bed.
I like window seats.
I chew on all sweets hard or soft.
I like going to the cinema.
I am not afraid of insects. (except cockroaches because they are disgusting and revolting)
I swim like a snail.
I wish I was taller sometimes.
I actually enjoy wearing skirts. (surprise surprise!)
I like rum and raisin from Venezia ice-cream.
I like thunderstorms, and walking in the rain under an umbrella.
I love it when people return a smile.
But what is this emptiness that I feel deep inside?
I reflected, and thought about it, and I think I'd probably, somehow, miss the exams.. I know its ridiculous of me to say that, but the peace, the serenity of the exam hall, compared to the traffic noise, human chatter of town, is actually quite enjoyable.
I am mad!
But its okay, I think one quarter of Singapore is just as mad after its finally over.
Play hard and enjoy, people!
I hope they find the perversely sick psychopath who took her life.
It was Grad Night, and I have never before taken so many taxi rides in an entire day. I think in total we flagged more than 4 cabs in a span of a few hours.
Me and my friends checked into Hotel Royale at noon, had lunch, and strolled to Meritus Mandarin to rehearse our dance item for the night (yes you heard me right, I'm dancing). Our item is called "Tarzan and Jane", and yes, its to the tune of the song by Toybox. That same song that's always boomingly played from the pirated CD stall in pasar malams. If you ask me, its a very nice dance. :P
Anyways, so we decided to wear masks to create that mysterious kinda feeling, like when the audience is kept in suspense about the true identity of the dancers, it make things more exciting (I think). So we combed Orchard and finally bought this kid's party masks from Cold Storage. Its quite, kiddy, but it will do lah.
When we finished practice it was already near 5pm, and we're supposed to be seated by 6.45pm! And we were getting frantic. Aiya you know girls lah, give us an eternity to dress up and make up, and its still not enough time.
By the time everybody showered and changed into our dance clothes, and applied make-up, did our hair, it was already way past 6, and Hotel Royale is not exactly very near to Mandarin. So we took taxi #1 down.
Our dance was the first item, and it actually felt quite good to execute all the dance moves we practiced so hard the previous night before. And when it ended, everybody was cheering and clapping for us! But ironically, although we dreaded performing and almost withdrew, I felt a little sad that its over, and I'd have gladly done it again.
So we changed into our dresses for the night, and Zinc wonderfully forgot to bring her metal belt which she specially bought for the occasion, so we took taxi #2 back to the hotel to get it, and taxi #3 back to Mandarin Hotel.
Some highlights of the night:
1. The food at Meritus Mandarin is heavenly!
2. I took so many photos with everybody that my eyes hurt from all the flashing.
3. You get high dancing with smoke and flashing disco lights around you and the booming amplifier only metres away at midnight.
4. One of the waiter was quite cute, and when I told michk I had a secret crush on him she cleverly announced it to the whole world.
(Actually the the last point is quite off topic and out of point, but hey, crushes are part and parcel of growing up right? Now he's just a fuzzy memory lah can't even properly remember his looks.)
After the event was over, we went over to 5 Girls and a Body Guard's Mandarin Hotel suite. And in comparison to our little room in the dinghy Hotel Royale, it was like stepping into a palace! Even the smell is different. Our hotel smelled of stale smoke and dust, but theirs smell of fresh linen. Took more photos, and left their place at around 2am.
Michk, Jul and I decided to take a little stroll in Orchard, and it was weird walking in a deserted and quiet Orchard Road, and then we took Taxi #4 back to the hotel.
Thus ended a hectic day, and my days as a Nanyang Girl.
writing at 11:45 PM
Sunday, November 28, 2004
So with my modified 2-year-old testimony, I went to church today. I was feeling quite nervous (those type of jittery feeling before you go on stage for a speech) because it wasn't any attention-seeking, head-turning, captivatingly exciting, explosive type of testimony. It was just a plain, old, recount of an important part of my life. Moreover, we had guests. A team of external speakers from YFC (Youth For Christ) were there, but its a good thing I know them because I won't be so embarrassed if I flop.
All I asked God for the previous night was for the delivery of my testimony speech to be a smooth one without hiccups, but God did more than just that. Miraculously, before I went up to speak, I was feeling relatively calm and at peace. My hands weren't cold, and my heart wasn't pounding. I scanned the audience, took a deep breath, and began.
It was over faster than you could say Jack Robinson (I learnt this phrase from Enid Blyton's books).
And then there was a warm round of applause, even though I think I didn't deserve it.
I don't think I did a fantastic job, but I do thank God that it was smooth, and for giving me confidence, and that its finally over. Amazingly, after the whole sermon was over, many people came up to me to say it was a good testimony. I even received an SMS from Matthew to tell me the sharing was good. And the feeling of being complimented after a speech is so good, I can't properly use words to describe it. All these made me reflect about how I felt before the speech - I was feeling worried because I was afraid people will find it boring and fall asleep or something, but God showed me otherwise. Through all those nice things that people said to me after the speech, it was as if He was reassuring me and telling me it was okay.
He made me feel like it was the best speech ever made even though I was feeling quite inadequate about it. God truly is a wonderful God, and even though I know no amount of thanks is ever enough for all the things He has done for me, I still wanna say, thank You.
~
I hurt my right elbow yesterday during training. During one of the service drills I think I shocked it somehow because I was too lazy to move my feet, and my whole arm was in a weird position when I swung forward to hit the ball. It felt as though a lightning bolt just shot through my elbow, with a tingling pain as after effect. It hurts alot when I serve upperhand, so to not aggravate it, I have to resort to serving lowerhand. I thought it was gonna be alright after a while, but this morning I woke up and the pain was still persistent. It hurts alot everytime I bend my elbow. :( I don't know what's wrong, but I hope it gets better quickly.
I guess time is the best healer of all wounds.
writing at 10:43 PM
Thursday, November 25, 2004
writing at 9:41 PM
There were so many scattered all around! And being a kind and nice friend, Cheryl happily pretended she didn't know the lunatic squatting in the middle of nowhere picking seeds. Not that I blame her lah, 'cause I'd probably have done the same if I were in her shoes. And it didn't really help that I was wearing my school uniform, and a big group of CHS boys in PE t-shirt (probably innocent sec ones judging from the height) happened to be walking past, and I swear some of them were giving me the look(but I don't care!).
In the end I only had a grand total of 11 seeds. But not to fret, everything has to start small.
writing at 10:42 AM
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
Probably because of human nature - the urge to keep looking at pretty things - I couldn't help but look intently while talking. Its like if a super-model sashays down Orchard Road, all eyes will be on her the whole time too, right?
I was sleeping just now, and I woke up in the middle of the night thinking about those eyes.
It's so preetty!
writing at 8:44 AM
Monday, November 22, 2004
I wouldn't say the training is tough lah, because I've had tougher ones, but it was... challenging. Probably because I haven't been training for so long. (Ha I'm just finding excuses)
And once again I'm plagued with indecision about where to head. Much as I don't like to admit it, I guess volleyball is going to play a very big role in my decision.
And I guess, by now, I'm more or less inclined towards one JC already.
But whatever the case, I know wherever I end up, its where God wants me to go. :)
writing at 10:06 PM
Sunday, November 21, 2004
I like the colour orange.
I love receiving handwritten letters.
I have two brothers.
I love the sea breeze on my face.
I am fascinated with the Thai language.
I don't put things back where I last took them from.
I prefer white chocolate to dark ones.
I have to wade through my room because of all the papers and books and clothes strewn all over.
I have a few white hairs. Okay, many.
I like to people-watch.
I detest bean sprouts (namely tow gays).
I weaned off the milk bottle only when I was 6 years old.
I have 2 guitars.
I like melted ice-cream.
I sleep on my bolster and hug my pillow (should be the other way round).
I like attending wedding dinners.
I like to read.
I don't have double eyelids.
I keep receipts.
I prefer green broccoli to the white version.
I wriggle my nose subconsciously(my mom said me).
I read the newspaper everyday.
I live opposite West Coast Park.
I like chilli alot.
I don't comb my hair after showers.
I haven't been singing the National Anthem for a long time.
I have a dead front tooth.
I don't like the slimy taste of fish skin.
I get angry when people go back on their word.
I can fold my arms behind my back.
I hate jogging.
I rationalise alot.
I try to be optimistic.
I wish I can express myself more clearly (I've problems finding suitable words).
I like meeting new people.
I cannot eat meals alone in public.
I have been to Myanmar.
I sleep with my head at the foot of the bed.
I try to climb up 8 storeys instead of taking the lift. (also as training for Yit Jing's challenge!)
I am my brother's fashion consultant.
I try not to express negative thoughts about others. Try.
I always have either a hairband or pins on my hair.
I watch TV regularly.
I keep my problems to myself because I don't want to burden others.
I like going to the library.
I like the adrenaline rush of riding a roller coaster.
I want to explore the world.
I like surprises.
I cry watching sad and touching movies.
I like I smile to myself when I think of happy thoughts.
I like receiving little gifts now and then.
I always stand on the left side of escalators.
I dread going to the hairdresser's.
I like receiving phone calls.
I walk down every step(of stairs) but usually merge the last two.
I have a disturbing habit of observing the leg hair of the opposite gender(guys beware!)
I like adidas.
I like the smell of citrus.
I try to do my Quiet Time daily.
I don't like preparing for exams.
I like the warm feeling that drinking wine gives.
I wish I could dance and sing.
I am hopeless at art.
I enjoy filling up forms.
I like helping people.
I say a prayer to God before I go to bed.
I like window seats.
I chew on all sweets hard or soft.
I like going to the cinema.
I am not afraid of insects. (except cockroaches because they are disgusting and revolting)
I swim like a snail.
I wish I was taller sometimes.
I actually enjoy wearing skirts. (surprise surprise!)
I like rum and raisin from Venezia ice-cream.
I like thunderstorms, and walking in the rain under an umbrella.
I love it when people return a smile.
writing at 7:45 AM
Saturday, November 20, 2004
But what is this emptiness that I feel deep inside?
I reflected, and thought about it, and I think I'd probably, somehow, miss the exams.. I know its ridiculous of me to say that, but the peace, the serenity of the exam hall, compared to the traffic noise, human chatter of town, is actually quite enjoyable.
I am mad!
But its okay, I think one quarter of Singapore is just as mad after its finally over.
Play hard and enjoy, people!
writing at 9:12 AM
Monday, November 08, 2004
I hope they find the perversely sick psychopath who took her life.
writing at 10:12 PM
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