Burn the floor and my tummy

This post is backdated to 23rd April 2006
due to the incapability of the writer
who pressed "save as draft" instead of "publish post"
the writer apologises for her general "pah-jiao-ness"
which is partly due to the general confusion of mutli-tasking
of packing, writing, eating, watching tv and trying to juggle the naggings of 2 parents at the same time....



Burn the Floor
followed the basic rule of entertainment
: Sex sells
soo basically there will lots of boobs
bare chest
six packs
tight leather
and skimpy shorts


and in between
there are more staid ballroom numbers
which meant the show volley between
fast paced sex moves
and slow paced ballroom
but all in flashy cabaret style
with 1
I repeat 1 volcalist
soo it felt like a solo concert instead...


haha
oh my
ahh welll
it wasnt too bad actually
entertaining
and robin bought the tixs
which is sweet
and we saved a bomb
because while we had off-side seats
when the show started
audiences at the sides were allowed to move to better center seats
it pays to be prudent
or at least it pays robin to be prudent
for i am never prudent
it is not my middle name
it is infact
not in my vocabulary
;p


nah im kidding
i have my moments of weaknesses
for i enjoy life and the sweetness that it blesses upon us
like good sahsimi, Godiva chocolates and LV bags
but practicality is my middle name
until it comes to shoes...
which is not a neccessity
it is a life-style....
an art form
to allivate us from the blandness
of plain old boring flats ;p
poo


anywaz...
schools over and the partying that i promised myself
dint quite turn out thr way i wanted it to be
but ahh well
life is unpredictable
i mean
i am unpredictable ;p


my internal systems took a major overhual
and i basically puked
like i have never puked in my life
in front of people i barely knew
who hopefully
will not remember a single thing
perhapes 20 years from now


i dnt wana be walkign down the road one day
all chic and self confident
and someone goes
" hi! arent u the gal that mer-lioned at er jun's..
hahah we call it the night of Exorsist"


burghhh
*pukes green slime*
anywaz.. packing for Ranjani now
hope for a good trek
and a even better get holiday at Bali
i can hear the beaches calling meeeee
*whooosh*
sun, sand and surf...
here i come ;p

At last.. i am fulfilled

* Life of Pi*
by Yann Martel


After starting this book in the middle of the term,
I have finally managed to finish it
it was an amazing journey
through an unbelivable adventure
of an incredible person
an Indian boy named after a French swimming pool
whos father owns a zoo in a small French-controled area
of the British empire India
and who managed to survive a shipwrek in a lifeboat
with a full-size-male-bengal-tiger
and a hyena
and an orangutan
and a zebra
and many cockroaches
and flies
and sharks swimming ard hungrily outside
and a carnivoreous island
and ...
you get the picture

Its a wonderful and whimpsical tale of
a boy
with a love for animals and religion
both of which managed to save his life
in a situation which would have killed others


while the book had a wonderful rambling start
giving us a romantic portrait of a man
which is easy to like
whose courage we look forward to read and admire
however the end
somehow seemed darker
and you wonder
about the origins of the story
about how humans
can be personified into animals
and what is the line
seperating the truth for fantasy
it perhaps draws some association to the book Animal Farm


and that caused some kind of dissapointment in me
for I would rather belive in a whimpsical ending
a fairtale ending
then wake up with a splash of cold water
and realised it was all just a figment of an imagination
but still not wanting to spoil anybody's read
I shall say no more
it is none-the-less
a wonderful book
and I totally agree with Pi
on his view of religion
embrace all
for as long as the gods bring you closer to
to nature
and lfeel ove
~the all emcompassing love
for mankind
for yourself
... it is good enough
there is no best religion
there is no singular religion
for arent all religions borne on the believes of men


keep an open heart
that is something no amounts of chicken soup can give you :)

and i shll end with the pic of us being trapped on the train tracks
while a train comes rushing down at us





~ yeah rights ;p


but beside the bukit timah railway tracks lies
a very nice italian restaurant~Valentino
*will keep a mental note*

ciao

westside boys... ohhh Bernado..

i am finally not a student..
well not exactly
for arnt we suppose to be students all our lives
u should never stop learning
blahblahblah
ahh well


okie
let me rephrase that
i am finally not a undergrad


and soon
ill be a bonafide graduate
with a degree to boot
and .....


ill never be able to use my bus pass
ill never get student discounts
ill never get to mug like shit and sleep 2 hrs everyday
ill never get the sneak coffee into the library everyday
ill never get to wrek my brains about what to eat for lunch everyday
(its also either kopitiam or kopitiam or kopitiam)
ill never get to play yahoo games during boring lectures
ill never get to check out cute guys in betwwen classes
just when the guy population is actually increasing....
damn
ill never
ill
i


yeah ..
as amazing as it sounds
ill actually miss SMU
miss the crazy rush for projects
the sleepless nights
the coffee highs
the days spent wasting my time away at pick and bite
like i have all day
while a report waits to be written
just because i can ..


addios


But for now..
its partying time!!!
woohoo
had jap food galore and went into movies overdrive


next week:
will drink and make merry every night
everybody repeat after me..
tues: wine party
wed: mambo
thurs: nines sports bash
friday: MOS.. perhaps
or maybe some quiet time
with people whose company i enjoy ..


before i go to torture myself again
on the mountains of indonesia
on sunday
lalallalalal
which is thus not a good idea to wear my knees out with all the dancing
but ahh well
shall take it all in one druken step at a time
i cant wait to get abit sloushed
and dance till dawn


and with the sending of my last report
my pms ended
amazing
and i am now happier
and chocolates no longer rule my mind
amazing how our lives are controled by blood flow
guys are control by which of their heads they think with
depending on the blood flowing upwards or downwards
girls are controled whether they are happy or cranky montly
also depending if the blood is flowing upwards of downards


i think humans will be more efficient ccreatures
if our lives are not thrown into such havoc


anywaz..
had saw alot of blood and gore with
the movie "Hostel"
i think it might have put some ppl off back packing in eastern europe
for a looonggggg while
Quienten Tarantino is the master of gore
i like the way he views revenge
very old school
~an eye for an eye shit..


Revenge is also part of the theme for Westside Story
its like a broadway classic
~ with the usual .. gang of local boys agaainst
the gang of migrant boys
and 2 people from the opposite gangs falls in love
a guy and a girl
of course
duh


A La Romeo and Juliet
lots of dancing
and singing
and more singing..
and a hot spanish hunk
as Bernado
the brother of the said juliet "Maria"
who got killed by her romeo "Anton"
who got tipped off wrongly by Maria's good friend
and Bernado's girlfriend "Anita"
that "Chino" the guy Maria is suppose to marry
had killed her out of anger after finding out about them
which wasnt true
but Anton got killed by "Chino" in the end anaywaz
and in the end everybody was sorry ...

ahh sounds complicated doesnt it
lol


ahh well the story is kinda cliched
somebody must always die in the end
but i guess
when it was first shown
it wasnt such a cliche
soo given that
i must say i troughly enjoyed it
although the seats werent soo good
and i spent half the time
hanging out of the balcony trying to watch it
for a moment there
i wondered if i fell onto the audience
could they cushion my fall


but it was my virgin esplande play and
i must say its like worlds apart from the victoria theater
and the small theaters in london
which i visited
posh posh posh
no wonder there is no theater viewing culture in Sinagpore
it just looks too intimidating


right now i feel like a hot chocolate
boo
more chocolates
..
ahh well
i guess
chocolates has nothing to do with
....pms
lol


*a hug to everyone*
for completing the exams
still in one piece

Thats HOt .. *muacks*

jaslyn, your lips say you've got Feisty Flair

We're not just paying you lip service when we say you have bold style and a bright spark that shines through in everything you do. You love taking risks, from sporting a wild fashion trend to spicing up your life with salsa dancing or cooking classes.

A firecracker like you is never afraid to turn up the heat. So, it's no surprise that you use your lips to say "Yes" to most of life's exciting opportunities. And that's why your friends are always wondering what you're going to try or say next. It's part of what makes you so much fun to be around. Now that's spicy!

finally my first 8 hours of sleep for the year
* applause*!!!!


intoxicated i was
even with the stench of sweat
i could hardly breath .....



breath girl .. breath ..
for he is not worth it ;p

long live Italia..

The Italians reallly noe how to eat
thats what i tot as i walked home
something which i badly needed
as the food fought to be digested in my tummy ;p


had dinner with deming at nice quaint italian rest.
the deco is kischy..
with what seems to be clothes hanging from the ceiling
and renassiance pictures.. pasted on the walls
and mannequins.. dressed in lace.. and pearls
reallly cool
and the person attending to us
was guess what
a hot italian hunk!
woohoo
my eyes lit up as we entered
apparently its family-runned
he greeted us at the door..
and basically he did everything
from sitting us down
to serving us
to sending us out
ahhh... i smiled my best smile .. ;p
soo hard to find good service nowadays *winks*


hmmmm...
~buschetta with amazing tangy, spicy tomatoe and sardine toppings
~crab meat soup.. bursting with flavor
~squid ink raviolli with crab meat filling.. *amazing*
~fried calamari with fresh salad
~creamy tiramisu with sweet, warm apple pie
accompanied by light white wine ....


ahh this is life
if only meals were like that everyday
maybe i can marry into the family ..
and run a restaurant
lol
how fun
like from some movie..
if only there is the mafia involved ;p
like the Sopranos
hmm.. i always wanted to be a triad boss..
well that or at least the triad boss's wife ;p


its seems to be a week ..
no make its 2 weeks of indulgence
with JB seafood dinner
which in itself is unspeakable sin
where every single chelesterol and fat group is featured
its like they all queue up and wait to be ingested and
take their righful place on ur body ;p


urghssss i can imagine them smirking as we stuff ourselves with them
"ill have dips on her waist" ..
"nono i want her love handles..
i see lots of nice fats there to keep me company"
bleah
evil thoughts
evil thoughts


hmmm at least we worked out at the trek for a bit
Panti was boring as expected
but the nigth at the peak was kinda fun
all thanks to er jun and melvin lugging up beer and wine all the way
beer brings everybody closer together..
lol


its the international ice breaker
soo .. before the dinner was even done
we were all very happy people
and not minding how wet we are..
taking silly photos ..and singing


i mean.. sitting around a fire and singing!!
how campfire~nostalgia
but could feeel a little age gap
when we were singing chinese songs
the others are singing
theme songs from disney
...
i mean..
disney...??


okie ..haha but it was fun larz
and i shd not be an old fart
i hummed along when i could anywaz
and i had the best sleep in like weeks
even thou i slept at 3am
and the wind was blasting cold
long live army jackets!!
i was warm and snug in dreamland
thank you bk
i hoep u were not TOOO cold...


well we had milo heart to heart talk..
well not my heart anywazz..
heee
its good to be one of the guys
great i am officially the 8th guy gg to Renjani
woohooo *twirls fingers in the air*
;p


maybe that why i cant find a guy
lol
cause they cant find me!
ahh what brilliant deduction
clever Einstien Jas
now start figuring why its an apple that fell on newton's head
and not a pear


go figure....


*today ended a little dissapointingly..
i knew i should have been more proactive
i noe i can do it
....
but i depended on teh others too much
and soo in my lull of complacency
i think we left a bad impression
sighzz..
a little A flutters outa window :(
byebye.......
parting is such sweet sorrow
noo actually its not sweet
its been very bitter :P *

boo
blue
low morale
lowwwwwwwwwwww morale

The Curtain Falls

and where is my encore ?

when i finally finished my last presentation
it was only of resignation..
uncomfortable relief
for while all is over..
i would have wished to end my 4 years of SMU life
with a bang of a presentation
you noe ..
like a grand finale
the dramatic death scene that
moves everyone to a standing ovation


but alas
with onli 2 hrs for sleep
for the past 4 days
all we could puke out
was alot of blood and sweat and tears
and last nights dinner..
never have i felt soo close to
giving up in my life
- the F* it
and give in slipshot work..


but in the end..
we somehow pulled through
i have to thank my group mates..
esp to Kayboon for pulling the advertising project through
while we are like 2 indecisive sods
he has managed to pull the ppt through with amazing work
I have amazing respect for ur craft
come lets sing it with me
" R-E-S-E-E-C-T .. hmhmhmhmhmhm"
okie that is all i remember of the Diana Ross song


anywaz..
as the curtain falls
its still kinda surreal
i somehow dnt feel like i have done 4 years of work
and certainly dnt feel like a professional yet
ahh well
soo where is my encore ??


- i should be packing for my trek-
and i will .. :)