HAPPIE BIRTHDAY TIAN'EN!!!

I won't be back in Dec to celebrate TE's birthday. So I decided to celebrate it now, when I still can. HE IS 21 FINALLY!!!! Still can't enter sex shops though:(


I wanted to make it a surprise for him, so I refused to tell him where we were going. Instead, I gave him clues throughout the week to tantalise him. If he could guess it, then too bad for him... But I know his intelligence level. He couldn't have guessed it.


The clues were:

1) What is brown at the edge and green inside?

(Think sand and forest)

2) What has a water sprout which vomits?

(If you think like my bf, then u use ur little brother to think. Otherwise, surely u would think merlion. Seems like our sex education is more successful than our social studies.)

3) What is ugly on the outside but pretty on the inside?

(Think of the ride in from harbourfront to sentosa. Those ghastly construction sites)

4)

I'm a little hunk of tin,

Nobody knows where I have been.

Got three wheels and a running board,

I'm a luge and I’m no ford.

Honk-honk, rattle-rattle, rattle crash, beep-beep

Honk-honk, rattle-rattle, rattle crash, beep-beep

Honk-honk!

( Goggle search the luge)

The clues were sooooo easy, but the man just didn't get it. *snort*


As it was a weekday, we went only after his lessons. We ended up like a tourist, doing the Luge, 4D magix, Cineblast and the Beach.

Still looking cool before the luge.

The luge was a nice experience, given that I had never gone behind any steering wheels, save those of bumper cars. But the difference between the luge and a bumper car is that you are meant to go towards people in a bumper car. With my steering, you can hardly tell the difference. I knew I am doing civil service when I refused to get my driving licence. I am thankful that there was no one behind me when I veered purposefully off-course onto the grass patch. *sigh*


I just looked scared. I was actually really calm inside.



The skyride up to the top of the luge course. Absolutely stunning view!



I refused to wear my shoes in the skyride because I know I will drop them somehow!



At Del Mar.



Me am dreamy about his abs. Yummmie... *drool* He's mine! MEOW!!



We had dinner at Crystal Jade. They had a steamboat buffet, with free flow of xiao long bao. They must have had me in mind when they came up with this buffet. Unfortunately, I was too full from the steamboat to eat my fill of xiao long bao. Future plans include not touching the steamboat and eating xiao long bao only.


Sigh... All these good times coming to an end. But at least TE is coming in Dec. Not in time for his birthday, but at least for christmas, our anniversary and new year.


Happpppieeee 21st Biirrrthdaaay DEARIEEEEE!!!!

WAHHAHAHAHHAHA!!!

If I am still 16, I would be squealing in spasms now. If I am a gymnast, I would be making triple cartwheels now. If I am a bimbo, I would be choosing my outfit for tomorrow now. If I am single, I would be in bed now (not my bed).


WHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!

I am none of the above, but I am still doing all of the actions mentioned above, except the last, mentally.


WAHWHAHHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!


I spoke to Cuteguy today.


I... SPOKE... TO... CUTE... GUY... TO...DAY....


If you don't know who Cuteguy is, you have to read this post. All it took was an initiative on my part to smile and wave.


WAHAHHAHAHA!!!!


Unfortunately, his gay friend was with him. So it was a threesome. Still, considering that my hunkiometer was buzzing so loudly that I could only hear him but not his partner speak, a 30min chat was a pretty good start.


WAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!!


Real pity that it is my last week there:( SIGH!!!!


In case you are wondering, no, I am not doing anything against my boyfriend. He was the one who challenged me two weeks ago to make friends with Cuteguy. Can't blame me for bringing that to fruition! Only Wong Tian'en is big-hearted enough tell me "It's ok to have crushes and eye-candy." I hope he doesn't regret that one day.


I SPOKE TO CUTEGUY!!!


WAHHAHAHAH!!!

05102008

It's time to say goodbye again. Back to lonely nights. Back to silent tears. Back to holding my own hands.


I don't wanna leave.

Clubbing (K)Night

If this post sounds inchorent, forgive me. I slept at 5am and woke up at 7.30 am. I had given up my sleep yet again for a session at mambo, something which I had kept saying was not worthy for. However, Xiufang had given the ultimatum when she said that it was gonna be her last mambo. Moreover, Chinjie and her had given in to going Phuture for at least a while. How could I refuse an offer like that?


I did expect it to be a boring night, given all my previous mambo experiences. In fact, Chinjie probably thought I would be bored too, because he was rather apologetic that we did not really go to Phuture due to some foreseen circumstances. However, despite an alcohol-free night, I did have some fun. So it's really ok, CJ! :D


Perhaps it is because I am uber-sober, given that I had NO alcohol the entire night. (You really need no alcohol if you have great music. That may explain why mambo nights are so popular in clubs because clubs know that people need alcohol on MAMBO nights to get high. Mambo night = Rocket-high alcohol sales. But of course, there was no alcohol last night not because of great music but because of my resolution to not drink till end of this year.)

I digressed. So... Being conscious of my surroundings have made me realised that clubbing Singaporeans are really ungracious. Take note of the adjective "clubbing", because I do not want to stereotype my fellow countrymen based on a minority few who were under alcohol influence (what to blame? MAMBO!). When we tried to make our way across the dance floor, everyone was giving us the poison-ivy glares. Despite my repetitive apologies, I was greeted back with more glares. Honestly, is that why guys go home empty-handed every hunting night? I wouldn't trust my life with these bunch of petty wimps. Yes, the fact that Zouk tries to use Hong Kong population housing density as a guideline towards their own in-house capacity, together with Archimedes' principle of water displacement, mean that some guys along our route of destruction would get dislodged from their prey, but surely that is the "full package" expected at a club.


Not all is lost yet though. Just as I had given up hope on mankind, two angels descended from heaven. The first one was in the form of a sweet girl who saw that we needed tissue. So she promptly went to get tissue from the toilet for us. 5 minutes later, a guy came over and asked if "your friend is ok" and produced a stack of tissue from the bar. Charismatic guys like these turn me on.


I did used to think that I was a "looks" person, meaning that I would like a guy mainly based on his looks (proven after I nabbed hunky TE). However, I have come to learn that while I am still a very "looks" person, looks itself is very subjective to personality. The club was full of pretty boys and hot bods last night, but I left the place with the impression that they were all ugly. Yet, the one which left me with the greatest and best impression was the one who was not very tall, who was not making his groovy moves on the dance floor, who was not model-like handsome but offered his good-will with simple style. He did look good in his spunky white armour.


Good looks is all in the mind after all.

Microscopic life of a high-rise appartment dweller

Give me eyedrops! Somebody gorge my eyes out please! Somebody slap me!! AH~!!!!


Urgh!!! Guess what guess what guess what?!?!?! I was just working out in my brother's room, when I looked out of his window into the house in the opposite block. The first thing that caught my eye was the tv. At first, I saw a closed-up view of a blinking eye. I thought how interesting, until the closed-up view was a little too long. Any proper director wouldn't make an unflattering scene last so long. And it dawned on me that MAYBE JUZ MAYBE, the eye lid is not an eye lid. By the time the camera drew back into the full frontal view of the female, I knew I was right. It was a BLOODY porn video of two ppl having sex! Not BLINKING EYE! GOSHGOSH!!


I WILL calm down in a minute and be a mature adult, whereby porn is a commonplace. But before that, LET ME REMIND EVERYONE WHAT CURTAINS ARE FOR! Not to mention that the importance of curtains increase with each increase in your tv size!!! URGH!! You might be generous enough to want to share your prized collection, BUT NOT EVERY1 IS APPRECIATIVE OF IT. (I'll keep in mind that this is my brother's room. *shudders*)


*back to mature adult mode* After I went off for 15min and returned, the tv was showing golf and the guy was just returning into the room. Probably back from the toilet, if you get my drift. I am really glad that the distance between our houses is great enough, so that I cannot make out any features. The last thing I want is to recognise him.


99.9% of guys may watch porn, but seeing someone watching it is a different story altogether (unless that person is my bf, which then means that I would have to reach for the scissors...). Please don't let it happen again...

Jinx!

A*STAR has always wanted their scholars to bring change. Being one myself, I would like to do that too. Unfortunately so far, the changes I brought are not what A*STAR has in mind.

As uncanny as it seems, I am a jinx to researchers. I did 3 research stints so far. One at IMCB last year, one at MRC in London during term time and the one I am doing now at IMRE. During the research attachment in London, my mentor quitted her job, leaving the lab on the same day as me. It did not come as a shock to me then, as she opened up to me the week before she resigned that she did not like the work environment. This time round, at IMRE, my mentor resigned on my first day. I didn’t know I had that effect. I did feel that it could be coincidental, since it is just 2 out of 3 times. Luckily my mentor from IMCB did not quit when I was under her. Yet, the unexpected happen. When I visited my IMCB mentor yesterday, I received the news that tomorrow would be her last day of work. Is this really coincidental or what? Either I am a jinx, or the turnover rate in research is extremely high.

In fact, come to think about it, researchers are not the only ones I jinx. The touch rugby coach I had in JC was sacked by my school after a particular slapping event. My rugby coach in college was sacked by the team because he was inefficient in our trainings. Both teams I had joined, both times there had been traumatic changes.

And of course the list goes on, if I look hard enough. Mere coincidences they can be, but I would like to think that I bring changes. Negative or positive, who cares?

My day

My typical day starts with me SNOOZING my hp alarm 3 times, before ROLLING out of bed onto the floor to wake myself up. By the time I leave my house, I already know that I will be late. But it is all right. I am going to be late for work, work meaning waiting in the student pc room for actual experiment to start. Along the way, I while the time away bursting my father's hp bill by sms-ing TE.


By the time experiment starts, it would be 11am. Then it would be lunch at 1130. Only inefficient people works more than 30min before lunch. If it is Tues, Thurs or Fri, I would have the perfect company of TE. On Mon and Wed, however, it is up to my popularity to snare me lunchmates. I eat alone most times.


After lunch, it is back to aimless loitering along the corridors of MSN Live. Until my mentor decided that he/she (I have two) is not working, so I am free to go. So I would troop down to TE's residence, during which we -censored-. After that, we would have dinner and I would make my 1.5h trip home:(

Upon reaching home, it is back to the phone to call TE. After all, it would have been at least 2 hours since I last heard his voice. More than 2/3 of our relationship is built over long distance, with only our voices to bridge the distance. So it is no wonder that we miss talking on the phone with each other. I wouldn't be surprised next time when we are married that I would call him from the adjacent room just to relive the times we had.


Now that I read what I wrote above, it seems that most of my time is focused on TE. That is of course true, my dear boyfriend. But you, my friends, understand me well enough to know that I am too frivolous to settle for one. How else to survive London alone...

I do not know if it is my expectations that have fallen or that the standard of guys have generally increased. But a lunchtime in one of the NUS canteens can cause neck-ache, the way my head twists left and right each time a hottie walks past. In Imperial, my hunkiometer is



In NUS, the needle oscillates between the yellow and the green section, depending on the faculty I am at. The needle drops back to the red zone, however, the moment I step into IMRE. Most of the male species are old enough to be my father, not to mention scientists are not the best trend setters (damn my future job).


Recently, though, my hunkiometer has been buzzing with activity in IMRE. Let me start from 5 weeks ago, when I attended my induction into IMRE, which all new students and staff had to attend. Mine clashed with those of NUS students doing their FYP in IMRE. One of them happen to be CUTE! Unfortunately, he had a gay partner whom he walked around with and never let go... After that, my hunkiometer became dormant as the existence of Cuteguy was forgotten and the presence of intellectually-intimidating researchers forced my superficial self into refuge.

It was only last week that I discovered the lab Cuteguy was working in when I turned the wrong corner. For the next 2 days, there were sightings in computer labs and in the lift. My hunkiometer nearly went into overdrive. Unfortunately, my mentor had to decide to post me to Biopolis, far away from IMRE!!! Just when I discovered the hiding place of Cuteguy!


And so... It is back to normal life of red needle zone and intellectual conversations. If anyone knows that their cute brother/cousin/nephew/neighbour/friend/sister's or brother's friend is working on their FYP in IMRE, they are welcome to provide information. A reward will be given upon validation.

I am an evil girlfriend

Jin Yang once told me that if he was single, he MIGHT date me but he would NEVER want to marry me. One of my best friends, Thong Weirong, had insisted on meeting my new found boyfriend (at that time) because she couldn't understand how any guy could bring himself to be together with me. Lots of my friends, female and male alike, had told me how lucky I was to get such a good boyfriend, short of saying "he freakin' deserves better".

I was puzzled. How could they doubt the eligibility of someone so nice, so intelligent, so out-going, with an added touch of humility?

I found my answer last night. Tian'en and I were having dinner together in one of his residence canteen. I wanted something soupy, so I ordered "Sichuan ma la soup" while Tian'en ordered vietnamnese beef noodles. I didn't think that the soup would be spicy, since most "spicy" food in Singapore are meant for babies. However, one mouthful of the soup was sufficient to burn my stomach. Strangely, the soup was not as harsh on the tongue as on the stomach. Still, I regreted buying that, especially when Tian'en's beef noodle was so fragrant.

Sweetie TE saw that I was suffering and quickly proceeded to buy papaya juice for me. Was I grateful? Yes, I was absolutely grateful for the noodles I stole off him when he was queueing up for the juice.

However, I was still dying from the soup. So I threw in my last resort.

"I bet you cannot even finish half of this!" As expected, TE took up the bait and bet that he could finish the entire bowl. For your information, TE sucks at eating spicy stuff. His body drips tons of sweat in order to dilute the spicy food with salty water.

I gladly exchanged my spicy Sichuan soup with his bowl of beef noodles. My poor baby had to thronged his way through the soup, to the extent that he snatched the papaya juice away from me because he wanted it all to himself. When TE stops me from drinking papaya juice (he is the one who benefits, after all), I know that the spiciness is REALLY bad.

Tian'en refused to share:(

Tian'en struggling to finish. He stared at the bowl half of the time.

WAHAHAHAHA!!! But he did finish it. Such a silly boy.

Tian'en, next time, don't deliberately take up the bet just to save me, ok?