Saturday, December 31, 2005

MY HANDPHONE GOT STOLEN AGAIN

Ladies and gents; I will be (dis)honoured to take the award for THE UNLUCKIEST HANDPHONE OWNER IN HISTORY.

My handphone got donated to the Charity for the Association of Cab-drivers and Their Greedy Passengers (ACGP) on Thursday. Making this my second enforced donation for the year 2005.

The swiney ass who got his (I'm assuming it's a he, I'd like to maintain some good faith in my fellow female human beings) hands on my lousy Samsung E700A actually had the cheek to call Weiming at his home and remain silent.
He's either
a) Gay; and wants to call about a shag with myboy OR
b) He actually thinks by remaining silent, Weiming might be dumb enough to reveal my handphone number to him so people can call him on my phone OR
c) He has a sick obsession with hearing how an anxious boyfriend trying to nab his girlfriend's handphone thief might sound like.

I hope his fingers rot and he has precocious tykes for children who will nick his handphone behind his back and sell it to their pre-pubescent school friends.

PFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTT! A loadddddd of anger released there.

It's not so much the lost phone that irks me out. It's the inconvenience at having to deal with such a theft that thoroughly makes steam shoot out of my ears. I have been uncontactable for the past 2 days. People have had to email me about the tiniest of details and plans, and you have no idea how many MSN conversations I've had that started off with "Eh how come you didn't answer my call? SMS you also never reply?" And that's just the people who are aware of the lost phone, I'm still worried about the people who are left clueless and bewildered about why I haven't been replying to their calls and SMS's.

PPPPFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTT

I've already gotten a new SIM card, and Aunty Grace's just gotten me my new phone today. She is my saviour! She saved me a whopping $300 because she offered to help me get a new phone on her mother's M1 2-year contract.

New phone. The black Motorola Razr V3. Which I will be chaining to my wrists, I swear.





















Send me your names and numbers please! I've pretty much lost most of my SMU contacts because I didn't back these up.

And while you're at it, SMS me about your interest in joining the Anti-ACGP Association I am thinking of forming. We can all contribute ideas on how to ensure they suffer from rotting fingers and calcified fingernails everytime they lay their greedy hands on our phones.


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Friday, December 30, 2005

2 slices of butter pound cake
5 mini Loacker Neaplitano wafers
3 AfterEight chocolate slices
4 Danish butter cookies
1 bowl of sliced fish beehoon
3 tau sar piahs
1 hotdog
3 butter crackers
2 bars of Merci chocolate

-And it's only 4pm.

Emotional eating, they call it.

Sometimes you just need to know when enough is enough. And when to blow the whistle and call it a day. Because when a little bit of you dies everyday, there will be nothing left to speak of pretty soon. As it stands now, I'm tired. Emotionally drained and frightfully hollow.

I'm just going to let this die a natural death.


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Thursday, December 29, 2005

Move it on up

Ministry of Sound. Wedneday nights will no longer be spent at Zouk or Phuture. 40000 sq ft of music and movement, imagine that.

We were at MoS tonight for Zhong's birthday. Room after room we explored, and drink after drink we devoured. All the while dancing to so many different types of music in so many different rooms. And plus! None of the pushing or shoving and endless toilet queues and stiletto-stabbing incidents tonight. The place was so big there was room for everybody. Army boys and all ;D

I hated the all-white Nokia room though. It was so artificial, like some Sultan's harem, complete with shagging couches and white cloth screens. Arabian Nights was never so inapt a theme. And the only way to salvage such a room was to play lounge music there. BUT no, they had to torture our eardrums with what sounded like a curious mix of house and throbbing pseudo-techno music, just a few jolts away from the diu-diu-diu familiarity of techno trash.

And you had to tarnish the night once again.

Seems like you always have to leave blemishes behind. It's almost as if perfection never existed before.

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Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Glad tidings of glad tidings

Maybe this year;-

I lived a little more, loved a little more, gave a little more, got a little more.


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Monday, December 26, 2005

This Christmas, in pictures

Seeing double





































































And in a picture that deserves to be enlarged;-

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you...
The B-side version of Cleo's annual eligible bachelors.
Clockwise, from the top left:
Yang2 guang1 nan2 hai2 Sia
Flying kisser Tiax
Fishlipper Junming
Bouncy butt Ernest
And the very gay duo dressed in Christmas colours, Ng and my-supposed-straight-boyfriend OhWeiMing












Please don't kill me. You all look very dashing here. This I can assure you. ;D








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Saturday, December 24, 2005

Popiahs, Turkey and Falalas

So I went all the way to Sengkang today for my very first Christmas party of the year. A bad mood, a very long and eventually failed search for the LRT station, and a taxi driver whose bad direction sense expressed itself in a rapidly jumping meter did not kill my spirits; I had a wonderful time.

I like Andrew's house. So much colour and happiness- it looks like it jumped straight out of an episode of Channel 16's Great Country Inns. And his wonderful Christmas tree! It was just beautiful, with a nativity scene modeled at the tip of the tree. My words fail me, and don't do it any justice, so have a look at what I'm talking about.






















The moment I stepped in, all I wanted to tell Andrew was that his house was well, it was a personification of him. His vitality, energy, generosity and spontanaeity all captured in an instant in his dwelling.

We had a DIY popiah feast (even though it wasn't considered DIY cos Miss Lazyass here didn't even make one herself. I had one roll and cursed the flu that killed my appetite and prevented me from devouring more). And turkey, and lots of Christmas ham just the way I like it- sliced thickly and screaming decadence.

And which Christmas party is complete without Christmas carols?? This we did, with very much fervour, in the living room in front of our amused audience (namely Andrew and his lovely wife). Lots of falalas later, I think the guys had a ball of a time! Though I still can't decide if they were singing or shouting ;D

Pictures, since they speak volumes more than paragraphs.























We look like a dressy professional choir taking a studio shot right? Haha































The guys. You should have heard them sing/shout the chorus of Feliz Navidad. Total massacre!






























Impromptu carollers in action!






























Merry Christmas Andrew, thank you for everything. From encouraging cheerleader messages for my exams, to wonderful warmth and hospitality, to telling me you're just a phonecall away if I need to talk to you. I just got to know you officially not too long ago, but I know you're going to be someone very special to me.


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Thursday, December 22, 2005

Midnight monogram magic

Popular searches in my Friendster network:

1. tips on flirting
2. Chuck taylors
3. lacoste bags
4. are you in love quiz
5. Nokia
6. billabong
7. gucci bags
8. love calculator
9. nike basketball shoes
10. adidas swimwear

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Hmmm...

Well, at least I don't see Doraemon keychains, Namie Amuro, Project Superstar or Jolin Tsai MTV's on my network list. Why anyone would bother searching for these matters of redundance, is beyond me.

But hey, if it has to be redundant (as we all know Friendster to be), then it might as well be glamorous redundance. Bring on the gucci bags, baby!


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Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Familiarity can haunt you

Up and down up and down up and down up and down up and down up and down up and down

Yes or no yes or no yes or no yes or no yes or no yes or no yes or no yes or no yes or no yes or no

I am constantly being led to believe certain things, only to have them all crashing down on me. One after another. If there is no substance in the things a person says, he would do better not to say them. Which obviously means that communication will become a closed avenue and trust me, when that happens, everything will come crumbling down.

Try me.

And please, leave the things you used to accuse me of at the door. Because you can't say I've not tried initiating you into getting to know the people who matter the most to me. I have, and all you have done is push all my effort aside. Your last excuse has been wonderfully exhausted, and I have no apologies on my part right now.


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Friday, December 16, 2005

He doesn't want his fat bride to sell herself

Presumably to prevent me from selling myself for a couple of cheap donuts, the boy has launched a gorge-and-make-celest-fat campaign. Very apt for him, since he likes my cheeks chubby and has been moaning about the facial blub I lost when we went on the time-out.

So the rampage began with the return of the long-lost Tuesday Gelare waffles and ice-cream






















And on Thursday we had a fantastic foursome. Ooh yes, risque! Tttttsssssssizzzzle
I romped with theboy and my two other favourite men- Monsieur Ben and Uncle Jerry. Yes we raided the B&J scoop shop and stuffed our faces with a waffle basket and THREE scoops of ice-cream. Very sexayye, I can assure you. What can I say? As long as I have my cherry garcia, I am one orgasmic camper. Pardon the explicit innuendoes, good ice-cream does that to you.
























This is how theboy recoiled in fear when I detailed my plans to pulvarize and decapitate him if I put on any weight in his culinary rampage:


























So anyway it's not like he ever takes my threats seriously, so we had dinner at Sofra's after that and burst our guts with a Pide (kinda like a Turkish pizza) and Baklava for dessert. I also had an additional slice of orange cranberry butter cake at Cedele Depot later on. ohkillmenow!

And today we went to Chinatown with Phil, Christa and Lukas. I planned the touristy things like visiting the Singapore Heritage Centre and walking around Pagoda Street and Temple Street for them to look for gifts to bring back home to Switzerland. And theboy, being the glut that he is (for which I pay the price, since my metabolism is high but nowhere near his superhuman one), fearlessly trailed the streets for food. We had sucky siew mai, har gao and char siew pao for our cheap dimsum appetizer. It was so bad I stopped at one har gao. We had carrot cake, O'luak and satay to share. And after dinner, we devoured Portugese egg tarts and muah chee.

I think Christa was horrified at how much we ate. Poor girl, I didn't want to traumatize her by revealing this is the normal amount of food I consume everytime I'm out with theboy.

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I guess I've met the person for whom I would rather choose FAT over FIGHT. Anytime.


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Such simple wisdom

Oranges and Lemons,
say the bells of St. Clements.

You owe me five farthings,
say the bells of St. Martins.

When will you pay me?
say the bells of Old Bailey.

When I grow rich,
say the bells of Shoreditch.

When will that be?
say the bells of Stepney.

I do not know,
says the great Bell of Bow.

-

Here comes a candle to light you to bed.
Here comes a chopper to chop off your head.
Chip chop, chip chop, the last man's dead.


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Wednesday, December 14, 2005

The cheapest brideprice in the world

I am feeling very very down today. I need comfort food.

Specifically, Krispy Kremes. Hot batch of Original Glazed from the oven. Wait for the neon red sign at Harrod's Knightsbridge to light up. Pathetically, I only have these pictures from my stay in London to quell my voracious craving for these donut babies.









































So if anyone were to be so kind.. Procure me two boxes of Original Glazed, and I will marry you. Male, female, dog, cat, elephant, whatever. I'm yours for keeps.

Yes. I am feeling this depressed.


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As fondly once I sang of mine

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Monday, December 12, 2005

Three girls and a crazy mudpie

Three (not so) merry girls met today over a gravity-defying mudpie and a teeny-weeny carrot cake. Adebelly, Ker Choon and ME!

Oh the things you could say and find out about/from one another! Really, they make me think as much as they make me laugh. Out loud; the first time I really laughed sans inhibition the whole week. The whole damn week!

And we are going to watch A Broadway Christmas Carol together, thanks to Addy's promise that it will definitely draw laughs. We are three girls who need laughs, but who are normally daunted by exhorbitant ticket prices o-k-a-y.
























I have lost my fat and extremely pinchable cheeks. Someone doesn't like it, but hey, I am not complaining!


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Saturday, December 10, 2005

Remembering some, thinking some

Today Jieyi and I walked from the Esplanade (oddly on the same path we took last night, to escape from the horrible bash at DXO) to the Waterfront. We walked across Sheares Bridge, over to the Fullerton, and then headed across to Boat Quay. We finally found ourselves gazing at the buildings in Shenton Way, from the white benches lining the sides of the river.

And the whole way there, I grew quiet. So very quiet. I missed him, because all the things we saw tonight were places he and I spent hours at before.

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I remember the 5am trip we made to Shenton Way after a particular Mambo session, especially memorable because it happened one day before we got together.

I remember sitting at the white benches talking with him, before going for Adam's hall performance at Victoria Theatre. He always checks the seats for pigeon poop before he lets me sit down, each time we go there.

I remember crossing the bridge to Boat Quay with him, and discovering we could shake it if we jumped especially hard.

I remember looking out from the quayside, looking at the bumboats skid across the water, feeling his arms around me.

I remember how we bought mineral water at 4am in the morning and went wandering around the Fullerton area and how we ended up at a secret place I didn't even know existed before.

I remember how we made a pact to eat at the Shenton Way branch of O' Brien's, since it was closed both times we went there.

I remember pointing out The Moomba to him when we passed it at Circular Road just behind the Boat Quay stretch. I told him it was my favourite restaurant, and he simply asked, "Why do you have to ask your parents to bring you there all the time? Why, I mean I could bring you there you know?"
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I remembered.
I miss him


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Friday, December 09, 2005

The last maraschino cherry

All I need in this life of sin
Is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride til the very end
It's me and my girlfriend

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I apologise for the overwhelming number of photos and sporadic words I have been posting. It's just that my friends are so beautiful I have to show the world the way they smile- just one of the many ways they touch my heart.

To the girl with the beautiful eyes;-
I didn't need the damned lychee martini to see how amazing you are. Sitting at the waterfront, you taught me so many things about myself.

"Celest, love yourself. Because it's time to start doing that today."

Jieyi- You are beautiful, don't let anyone let you think otherwise.




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Thursday, December 08, 2005

Lulufied

Lulu and Lala tried to paint the town red today. No la, only Lulu's top was anything close to red. Eating and shopping, talking and talking and talking. It's been a long time my Lulu, and you have grown skinnier (happy happy happy?) and prettier.






















I miss this girl, and the days when spending time together was so much easier. Our CR4 days in the old campus.































What made my day;- a little Precious Moments card from Lulu, word for word:

"Dearest Lala Celest!
Just wanna say though we might not see/talk to each other frequently, but u are always on my mind :) and amid all tt are happening, rest assure I'm here and most imptly, I CARE. Love you!
<3,Lulu"





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Wednesday, December 07, 2005

She may be the mirror of my dreams / The smile reflected in a stream

Dear Chiayin,

Today was nothing short of wonderful. Thank you for your flower. It's beautiful, just like you are. It's a lovely summery orange, a lot like the way your face lights up when you smile. Here's a picture of it, just so you know how much you touched my heart.
























In the span of 6 months we have opened our hearts to one another. You have seen me through smiles, laughter, tears, anticipation, dejection, jubilation.. everything that has been a part of my life, just as much as you are.

You have shown me it's okay to be living in my skin. No wait, make that OUR skin, because for everything I have gone through, or am going through, you have put your lovely feet on once before or are gently walking on now. You understand me in a way those special two or three people do. We are so alike it's scary! Not just our experiences, but our values, our goals, our disposition and inclinations. And if I were to have anyone be this way with me, it would definitely be you.

You have made me brave enough to share my heart with you, just as you have let me place my hand in yours. I trust you in a way I have never trusted before; and if I were to take a blinded trust-fall, I would do it if you told me you would catch me below.

Thank you, for everything you have done for me. Remember I am always here, always always always. You'll be flying off in two days for the U.S. of A! And I believe this will be a meaningful trip for you, even though you're setting off with a heavy heart. As always, I am here, and I will never leave your side, or let you fall too far.

I'm waiting for you to come back for Christmas. And remember, Christmas makes everything alright. It's magical, and I know you believe it. Because I do.

Love,
Celest























You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine.
You make me happy
When skies are grey.
You'll never know dear,
How much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away.


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Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Pope Carl I

To Carl,

More drinks, more girls, more Trischli I daresay. Here's to your striped shirts, five identical polo tees, crazy overuse of the Barclay's card, Pope dreams and insanely gut-bursting dinners. I will miss you, bon voyage and take care of that 1.9m frame.








You are so fair!










Auf Wiedersehn!


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Monday, December 05, 2005

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Sunday, December 04, 2005

The sound of silence

I waited all day.

I grit my teeth before the paper, forced myself to suck it in real hard and get the damned thing over and done with. And hopefully passing it. Because with everything that happened last night, how can anything above the sound of a D grade be plausible for me?

At 4pm people were smiling megawatt grins and prancing out of the exam rooms. The end of all exams for the year. I walked so slowly, it was almost painful trying to respond with a faux smile. Yes, the exams are over. Great great. Yes I'm ecstatic, what do you mean it doesn't show on my face?

I waited.

And then I went to town, where the Christmas crowds were uglier than I ever remembered. Everything's ugly when you're not yourself. Jun saved me for awhile. We waltzed around town, with my damned hand clutched over the handphone. Wanting to talk things out, wanting to throw everything ugly out on the table and communicate. Talk, communicate, make conversation, whatever. Anything to find out what the hell went wrong this time. Because this time, it feels... I don't know, bad.

And still I waited.

- I only heard silence.


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The one who named me

Twenty years of my life, then a friendship like this comes along.











































-Hang on tight, you. I'm not letting go of this one.

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Saturday, December 03, 2005

Lifesavers. There are reasons why I'm a girl's girl

*~*jAs*~* LIME BAZAAR:CINELEISURE SAT & SUN 1-9PM.GONNA SELL MY BRAND NEW STOCK CHEAP-TOPS+SKIRTS+ABERCROMBIE! =) COME VISIT!!! says:
im really glad to have met u all.. and u are really a dear so i cant wait to spend e nxt 2.5 yrs w ya!

*~*jAs*~* LIME BAZAAR:CINELEISURE SAT & SUN 1-9PM.GONNA SELL MY BRAND NEW STOCK CHEAP-TOPS+SKIRTS+ABERCROMBIE! =) COME VISIT!!! says:
feel like my future isnt so uncertain anymore lol

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jun says:
xiaojie

jun says:
i'm so glad i met you

jun says:
i was thinking that day

jun says:
when i graduate

jun says:
i am going to cry

jun says:
becos i finally found friends

jun says:
i'm happy you're in my life

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And I, with you.


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Friday, December 02, 2005

Ten Thousand Ways

If you want to kill someone,
You might want it quick;
You might want it artful;
You might want it to hurt.

You could play pretend,
and jump at her
like a hundred hazy shadows
clutching willowy blades.

You could use venomous vapour,
she might even be grateful
because her beauty died
as she did.
You allowed it to stay.

You could lie,
and twist her soft body
round and round
your roughened little finger.

Or if you truly
truly, so truly
wanted her gone;-
You could make her love you first.






-Everyone, please don't make guesses. You'll all be wrong


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E.R.N.I.E.

On a more optimistic note,


-To you, my friend of 11 years and counting. I miss you.
And to all the times that made you and I who we are today. Baking carrot cake for Teachers' Day. The clubs that we set up (remember the BSC Fan Club and the World Wildlife Travel Club?). Getting irritated at Jennifer's faux Canadian accent. Devising plans to make Cheryl less sticky to you. Losing shou ce's (though that was only you!). Angel and Mortal games in shoeboxes at the back of the class. Suzy's Zoo stickers. Our 'yarping' secrets. Endless letters on brown paper and scratch 'n' sniff notepads. Social Studies projects (remember Sarah's classic "A taxi is a car painted blue"?). Irritating Miss Jac Tan with our "When did you first throw your teddy bear out of the window?" questions. Charades in the swimming pool. Recess at the rice stall with a mountain of brown gravy and potato slices. Frozen H2O packets. Preparing for the stupid Lion King song performance. Flowers at dance concerts. Slumber parties at Gen's. Ice-cream decorating contests (we made a clown with an inverted cone, remember?). Sucking on warheads and seeing who could keep a straight face the longest.

Talks at Thomson Plaza. Church together, for the first time in 8 years. Two hour runs to burn fat (!!). Sunday afternoons studying at the weirdest of places (remember that time we paid $7 for a stupid Nectar drink?). Picking ratty small bites for lunch, and then bingeing even more. Picking gourmet chocolates. Salsa classes.

- I love you Ernie (only I am allowed to still call you that now!)
Come home soon.


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