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Tuesday, December 21, 2004
Balls.
I just made tangyuan! My brother helped out too, but I think that those he made were more like fishballs. LoL.

It's supposed to be a winter festival or some sort in China now. Every rice ball you eat means that you're a year older. I'll be seventeen in 2005. Wow. That feels really grown up to me....you know what they say, you're only as old as you feel. With that, I think I'm probably....well nevermind.

I do think that I'm one of the most juvenile sixteen-soon-to-be-seventeen year-olds I've known. I don't even feel sixteen. At all. And my birthday was like, what, 6 JULY.

Have to eat more balls.

Dear Santa,
Hi. I haven't written to you before, and so I thought, 'hey, now's a good time.' And so, here I am, sitting in front of my laptop with the faulty mouse, constructing my wishlist for 2005. I've been a really good girl, honest. Except for that time I took a look at this guy's butt---WELL it WAS really cute---and I thought...but it was just once, honest! I eat all my vegetables(more than most people.), have been considerably nice to Walter, save my pocket money regularly, cut down (considerably) on my shopping and....eat all my vegetables! So, without further adieu, here's my wishlist for 2005.

(1) Abs of steel. I'm sick of doing hundreds of crunches when my stomach isn't even HARD.
(2) Good health. For everyone I love. And that includes all the people who read this blog.
(3) Happiness. At my new school, at home, and for everyone else I know.
(4) Sexy, sexy leather boots. Ankle-high, please.
(5) Good results. Description not required, I hope.
(6) A better dieting programme. Although I don't think you can help me on that one..
(7) A boyfriend, who will love me very, very much, for my character and not my looks( or lack of.)
(8) Better time management skills. I need more time for relaxation and revision.
(9) Stronger and everlasting friendships. you know, with all the posting to different schools and all...
(10) A good year ahead.

PS. We don't have a chimney or fireplace, so you MIGHT have to climb in through the window. Ours is at the fifth floor, so if you DO fall, you won't die as long as you have reindeer to cushion you fall. Expect low-fat milk and wholemeal low-fat cookies on the dining table---no animal fat! Feel free to sneak an apple from the fridge; Mum's crazy with the organic food shopping, so she won't notice.
PPS. Good Luck with our own weight-loss programme!!



Tuesday, December 14, 2004
I like facial hair.
I just realised that the guy featured in the latest Sony Handycam advertisement is mega-hothothothothot. He has hair that's just the right length...not too long and not too short, just slightly above the collar. He has facial hair.

I like my guy with a bit of stubble. Mmm.

Monday, December 13, 2004
I'm such a horny b*tch.
I dreamt that I kissed a stranger yesternight.

Don't remember what he looked like, except that he wore spectacles. He was sitting down, so I don't know how tall(or how short) he was. All I know is that I woke up, saying, "No, I'm not gonna french-kiss you."
There's something very wrong.

Maybe it's because I'm surrounded by loads of happy, blissful people these days. Two weddings, 2 lunch receptions and a dinner invitation from my cousins who are either married or attached.And A and K. For the record, I'm not jealous...so I DO have the odd encounter with the green-eyed monster ocassionally, but that only happens when I'm pre or postmenstrual.

I'm starting to wonder how it's gonna feel like to be kissed by someone you're really, really intensely attracted to.

In fact, sometimes I feel like grabbing the nearest hottie and snog his gob off.

In fact, people shouldn't be reading this at all. ;p




My 3rd uncle died 3 weeks ago. He was 67.

He was a good man, with a loud booming voice and his trademark crew cut. He was usually thrifty but generous when it was necessary. Mum said that he and my aunt were so poor that they had to pawn their wedding rings, just to buy a hot water bottle for their baby son. That would've been kinda funny, in a satirical manner(trust me, I find LOADS of things funny.), if it weren't so sad.

He sold chickens in a wet market in Serangoon. Him, and my 3rd sunt. They were a couple who did everything together. They went for morning walks. They worked till 5pm everyday. They went shopping together. In other words, they were inseperable.

He used to tease me about being chubby when I was little. My annoyance only made him laugh. He watched us grow up, often commenting that I look like a grown-up even though I'm a teenager.

Once, when I was about 7, I showed him a loosened tooth in my mouth. He actually stuck his finger in and gave it a push. It fell off. I squealed like a stuck pig. Later, we found the tooth in his shirt pocket.

We cried with him when he sent his son, Andy to the airport 7 years 9 years ago. Okay,so I didn't cry. I was at the age during which small children find crying adults amusing. Feel kinda stupid about it now...he used to want to visit us at home, but Mum would always decline due to the cluttered situation at home. Lame excuse, really.

I think he died a lucky man. His kids are all grown up..Roy, 38, happily married to Vivian; Benny, 35, happily married to YenLing; Andy, 29, attached to Genevieve. They couldn't be more different from one another. Roy and Benny and sorta stocky-looking, with round faces, kinda like Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dum from Alice in Wonderland. Andy's tall and muscular, with a face that won't look out of place on television. But they all have my uncle's kind eyes. The sort that crinkle at the ends when they smile...the sort that makes you comfortable and warm inside. He has two adorable grandaughters. He has a whole bunch of nephews, nieces, sister-in-laws and brother-in-laws that love and respect him, who will look out for his wife and kids. Yep, he's a lucky man.

I suddenly miss my uncle loads.


Saturday, December 11, 2004
pffft
Found this on Winnie's blog.

TOP 5 Favourite songs on playlist (not in any order)
1. Numb (Linkin Park) 2. Somewhere I belong (Linkin Park) 3. One Step Closer (Linkin Park) 4. Breaking the Habit (Linkin Park) 5. One Love (Blue)-----> Lee is HOT!

TOP 5 Favourite bands
1.Linkin Park 2. Blue 3. Maroon 5 4. Simple Plan...?

TOP 5 Favourite singers (not in any order)
1. Lee (from Blue) 2. Hilary Duff 3. Jacky CHeung 4. Chester (from Linkin Park) I think that the four thing is recurring...

TOP 5 Food 1. Fruits 2. Veggies 3. Tapioca patties (the FRIED kind.) 4. Yoshi Miso Soup 5. Takopachi (comfort food alert!)

TOP 5 Drink 1. Milo 2. Fresh fruit juice 3. water 4. Horlicks 5....I don't take commercially carbonated stuff.

TOP 5 Indoor activities 1. sleeping 2. shopping (it's INDOOR.) 3. slacking 4. reading 5. blogging

TOP 5 Outdoor activities 1. jogging 2.swimming 3. warehouse sales tt take place in the middle of a big field under a huge tent. technically, it's outdoors, right?

TOP 5 Accessories (that you own) 1. earrings...currently my only dangly pair 2. clarks 2 inch heels 3. bead bracelet (very boho) 4. 'axis' ring (looks like 2 rings crossed together..) 5. 'Bunnysutra' swatch (I 'm GOING to get it soon. hee.)

TOP 5 Major expenses 1. clothes 2. shoes 3. bags 4. makeup 5. accessories never food.

TOP 5 Bad personalities of your own 1. i talk too much 2. i dramatise 3. I spend alot 4. i'm lazy 5. i'm a procrastinator

TOP 5 Good personalities of your own 1. I'm patient 2. I'm funny. or at least I think so. And Sara. 3. I'm helpful. 4. I have good taste. Or at least I believe so. 5. I'm friendly.

TOP 5 favourite hangout places 1. Anywhere with clothes and shoes. 2. home 3. Pasir Ris Park 4. BEdok Swimming COmplex 5. Macs

Top 5 brands that i like 1. Mango 2. BOssini 3. OP 4. EBase 5. nondescript brands frm sales, that look expensive and stylish.

Top 5 favourite colours 1.pink 2. black 3. white 4. red 5 olive green






Wednesday, December 08, 2004
*YAWN* Woke up at 6.30 am even though I didn't want to go swimming with Walter and Mummy. Couldn't get back to sleep no matter what, decided to tinkle about with some html. I'm crap at html.

I know it's abit late to talk about Singapore Idol----okay, make that VERY VERY late----but I shall just voice my opinions anyway. Yesterday, the New Paper revealed the the number of votes each contestant received. Sly lost by 200 000++ votes, if I'm not mistaken. Hah! I've always wondered how he made it THAT far in the competition anyway. Jessea Thyidor must have taken one look and thought,"I lost to THAT?" Come on, seriously. Till this day, I still wonder why some scrawny, self-proclaimed 'badboy' made it to the top two. Wait, don't answer that. Sly has the X-factor. He's special. He has a cute smile. Um hello?? If that's what it takes to be an idol, any scrawny guy you pick off the street who can manage a decent smile has a shot at stardom. Sure, the boy can sing alright....but puhleez! He was crap next to people like Maia and Olinda! What interests me most of all, is how some people have become music experts overnight. They go on and on about his 'X-factor' and his 'charm', and sound like they really KNOW what they're talking about. Which is a big joke really, because other than those two descriptions (which have been SERIOUSLY overused..), there isn't anything else I've heard. The best man won in the end, and it was certainly not sylvester.

Bought clothes yesterday!! Finally got something to wear for my cousin's wedding. It's going to be held at the Fullerton, and apparently it's supposed to be formal wear. It was quite fun shopping, actually.In the end, I settled for a shimmery gold bodice with spag straps----trust me, it's GORGEOUS.---- and an olive green skirt that makes my legs look incredibly thin. Even though it burned quite a big hole in Mummy's pocket, I'll like to think of it as an investment. Yeah.

It's already 8 December.Gosh, I really miss my friends all of a sudden. Even though most of us will be going to the same college next year, I don't think it'll ever be the same again. I mean, whether we like it or not, some of us will move on. We'll be in different classes, have other friends, etc... kinda makes me sad. Wei Yen will probably say something like, "It's all fated..." We all have very defined roles in the group. Angela: Loud, practical, mumsy. Wei Yen: Funky, stubborn, calm. Yoke Shan: Smart, sensitive, hilarious. Janice: Blur, sweet, funny. Michelle: Intelligent, articulate, ambitious. Me: Emotive, hopeless drama-queen. I think it's the differences in each and every one of us that makes us so close? Even though I thought that Angela was a bitch a few years back...ahem. Anyway, with Michelle going to RJ and stuff, our group's gonna be slightly incomplete already. pfffft.

Must organise a christmas gathering.

pffffffffffffffffffffffft.
Woke up with the biggest headspin ever. Must be post-menstrual syndrome....I'm on my 3rd day! Argh. I hate periods. When I'm having my period, everybody eventually finds out 'cos I'll be (a) wearing a skirt; (b) obsessively checking the back of my skirt and (c) just incredibly pissed off. I just want to lie in bed for the whole of today, but I've got a dinner thing at 6! pfft.
As I open my closet to look for stuff to wear, I realise that my choices are limited. for the next 4 days, at least. All the black things I own are Fat CLothes, owned ever since I weighed 60 kilos. That's WEIGHED. The rest of my stuff are strappy, pasteled and not exactly suitable for concealing pose-menstrual bulge. Ew. Maybe I'll go with fat baggy sweater. But that doesn't do justice to my cute wrap skirt! Or my new Clarks heels, come to think of it. I shall raid the laundry basket and try to salvage something.

I think that Sofy 35cm long sanitary pads are so overrated. Who needs a pad that's so long, when everything leaks to the side anyway! Manufacturers should seriously consider researching more about that..... I hate periods.
Angela and I met at Pasir Ris yesterday. Spent about an hour plus at the library, during which I scavenged through the sad variety for mindless, fluffy chic lit. I just don't see the point of reading things that will make you depressed eventually...and especially given my current PMS, I'll stick to happily-ever-after stories that delude me into sappy fantasies.

We did some shopping at Tampines Mall. Angela bought jeans at Giordano. I've realised that Angela shops like a guy. She goes shopping to BUY STUFF. While I can window-shop for the whole day and come out empty handed, she probably thinks that shopping without spending is a big waste of time. She spent over 100 dollars, and got a free travel bag, which she had to lug around. Poor girl. I don't think she minded, though. The girl is GLOWING. Kenneth and Angela. Who would have thought? Yes, I AM being sarcastic. The pairing's so genius that I'm actually surprised that it hadn't happened earlier. Kenneth and Angela. Angela and Kenneth. K and A. A and K. Kennie and Angie. Angie and Kennie. Awwwwwwwwwww.

Wasn't exactly unexpected though. I kinda guessed that months ago anyway. Nevertheless, nothing delights me more than hearing it from the happy, happy girl herself. Did I mention that she's GLOWING? Best thing is, apart from her becoming a much nicer(and happier. G-L-O-W-I-N-G.) person, Angela hasn't changed much. I am so excited for her. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside....and at the same time enormously envious. When was my last relationship again? Probably the time when I kissed Anada Everingham in one of my idle fantasies. Boys are SUCH turds.


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