random 3

aikz.... i was typin out an entry jz the other day when i realized dat the comp was unusually slow n sluggish than usual. only to realize that my poor, poor comp was being afflicted wiv spyware/adware. my feeble attempts to resuccitate it was rather pointless cos it jz passed out after i screened it wiv my antivirus. so... temporarily down for now. vry sad.. i've got all of my files in it n now i haf to use the freakin slow comp.

today was kinda holiday-ish for me ( it's a hol 4 my sis n the other forms... ish! how unfair), wut wiv it being speech day n all. it was altogether uneventful, jz performed wiv the string ensemble n went right home thereafter.

n yea.. a weird thing happened the other day. my mom n i were drivin home after sch.. n then, as we turned into a junction... there was this wild-eyed woman standin at the curb... i'll say.. she jz had this really desperate look on her face. n as she saw our car, she ran, n i mean, really ran towards our car n started bangin on the windows n screamin dunno wuts. she was bangin n generally creatin a loud ballyhoo... n there i was, jz calmly lookin at her ( i dunno y i did that at that time... it didn't strike me as bein dat odd) n my mom took 1 look at her, locked the car doors n drove even faster than ever. only, n only when we sped off did i realise that dat woman wasn't vry sane. then there was the moral issue... did we do right to jz leave her like dat? or if we stopped to find out her prob, wud she then climb into our car n proceed to threaten us at kinfe-point? i dunno... life's vry complicated sometimes.

can't wait 4 hawaiian nite tomorrow. i haf a really nice dress dat te lent me which i'm gonna convert into a skirt. the prob is... i dun haf anything suitable (as in 4 church standards) to wear wiv it dat might seem beachy n tropical enough without seemin too formal or sexy. but anyhow, i can't wait...

i'm jz tryin my hand at graphics and co. so bear wiv me. haha.

denise's top 5

listenin 2 paris hilton's stars are blind. really distracting. seriously, she shud quit singin n acting n jz stick to being an heiress. sum ppl r nvr satisfied.

wut happened recently...? other than the incident where my tuition teach ruined a guy's phone cos he was using it in tuition. yup... i think it's spoilt beyond repair now. she was always threatenin 2 do it, but i guess no 1 took her seriously... until now. so anyway, i've compiled from my errm, let's see... 7 or 8 yrs of tuitionin of (wut i think) most memorable moments.

denise's TOP 5
most memorable tuition moments....

5. revenge of the chair
well, one day... quite long ago when i still liked to balance myself on 2 out of 4 chair legs... u get the picture... i supposed i mz also haf been rockin the chair. then suddenly.... CRASH!!! the legs gave way n i landed nicely on my posterior which was rather bruised but not as damaged as my ego. i can still hear snippets of conversation abt it after all dis yrs... " wah... gal also can fall down" (yea, i betcha dunno wut other things gals r capable of doing, eh?) . well, i can safely tell u dat i nvr sat on 2 legs ever again.

4. blue is in
it shouldn't be in MY fav tuition moments cos i didn't see it personally. te told me dis story, but it was so gud dat i jz had to put it in. well, in f1... she went to tuition wiv dis guy who liked to bite the tip of his pen. dis poor guy bit off the pen cover one day n voila!!! bLUE TEETH. omygosh! i wud do almost anythin 2 be there then.... when he told the teach, she asked him 2 show her cos i guess she was still sceptical abt it. haha... it mz haf been sucha sight when he obligingly grinned n treated everybody to a full frontal (haha) of his wonderful teeth. not only dat, after having been banished into the toilet 2 get the offending bluish stain off... our fellow here pulled the head off one of the taps in his frantic attempts to clean his teeth. lolx.... now who said tuitions were boring...?

3. touch me NOT!!
at a time.... yea, long,long ago... when ross n i were still taller than some guys in the tuition, we wud sit behind some of the shorties. hehe... pity they grew up. n my gdness... the going-ons happening right in front of our faces.... 3 guys sitting together (obviously, they were vry close). 1 turnin gay n tryin 2 touch his friends at every given opportunity. of cos, he wasn't really gay... we jz said dat he was cos he used like really, really corny ways to touch his friend. jz like how a guy wud do if he really wanted to put his arm around a gal. u noe... running his fingers across her back n all. n the other 2 always tryin 2 resist his attempts... lol... it was really hilarious back then. pity it isn't anymore.

2. safe than sry.
hahaha... recently, dis gal, in her great haste to exit the house (of where i hv my tuition) crashed right into the gate. it happened so fast tt i didn't even haf a chance to notice it until i heard a bang or a crash. one moment it was run,run,run... n the nxt... splat! full body collision with the gate. it was a gd thing she was laughin together wiv us cos i cudden stop laughin 4 a gd 10 minutes after dat. well, it was really funny...

1. where the gentlemen go
it's gud to find that amidst all the so-NOT-gentlemanly guys in dis world nowadays, there're actually still some of the rare breed called gentlemen around. the ppl who make the difference between brutes n true men. dis is not funny or anything... n i've prob mentioned it b4... but still, it's those lil' things dat count, no? 2 of them, at different times opened n held the door 4 me. once bcos we were heading out together n he patiently held the door 4 me 2 go thru altho in actual fact, he got there 1st. sweet ain't it? n the other one was when every1 was miling around the doorway to get out... n i cudden cos there were too many ppl. so dis guy, who was ahead of me, opened the door 4 me n let me pass thru 1st.

of cos.. there were other times too. small n insignificant... but still, enough 4 me to rmb them by. like dat time when i went 4 tuition n saw k___ (at dat time, i was still infatuated wiv him) n he saw me n i almost died there. but i doubt he rmbers me tho... i chopped off my locks after camp u see. n the guys dat finished off a whole big tin of cookies during tuition... all the teasing, laughing, n lectures we had... priceless.

the sequel

i opened this window but was so distracted by the mass instruments of connectivity we haf nowadays. in layman's terms... msn n hp. heheh... look who's da bz gal nowadays....

so, how's life after the BIG disappointment? i haf to say.... now dat 'BAD DAY' is officially over... i'm still thriving. yea, i haf to... wut dat doesn't kill u will make u stronger. no? anywaaaaayyy...

i met my couz.... the 'i've got everything going 4 me n i'm every1's darling' cousin. ok, maybe i'm a lil' jealous, who wouldn't be....? he's studyin in da us... medicine... gud in sports.... quite well off... da rest.... but it's a real sad thing dat he's dad; my uncle... passed away nt too long ago. but, they're surviving.

so, after i think abt 2 yrs of nt seeing each other, we rendezvous at my grans place. yea, supposed to haf dinner wiv them (which was wut the big hoo-ha was abt... hehe). it was kinda awkward at 1st but later... it was ok.. we could talk n stuff. so, it wasn't altogether a bad thing.

yea... i kinda regret my incomprehensible outburst dat day... how selfish of me to put my things 1st b4 my own flesh n blood??? ah, nvm... another lesson in life to learn, eh?

shit happens

some days... things r so bad dat all u wanna do is crawl back to bed n bury urself under the blankets. shutting the world away, hiding from the cold, hard facts. well, dat someday is happenin rite now. bad day. yup. u noe, somehow, it nvr rains but it pours. yea, all the bad things dat cud possibly happen happens. sigh~* jz when u think "ntg else cud make me feel worse" guess wut? something else crops up that make u feel even lower than u already did. life is at best, ironic don'tcha think?

well, here i was... jz minding my own business, lookin forward to da weekends when my mom has 2 drop a bombshell dat i suspect started the whole bad day syndrome. sheesh...
so anyway, during lunch...
mom: so, wut're ur plans for sat? (as if she didn't noe already)
me: i haf prac on sat morn...
mom: we're going bac to ______ cos ur cous is here.
me: (still not getting it) oh, dat's ok, i'll ask pris to fetch me.
mom: (giving me dat wide-eyed incredulous stare look) huh? u mean ur not going? (sarcasm, starting) [i really hate it when she goes all so sarcastic, it's so darn anoying]
me: (it finally sinks in) ohhhh.... *disappointed look* but i can't... i've music prac....
mom: u can tell them u cannot. u can play any other time rite? (yea.... as if it were so easy to find a replacement).
me: umm *mumbling incorrigibly*
-despair-

that was trouble no.1
and lo n behold! along came trouble no.2 >>> finding a replacement. n guess wut? i'm still lookin... n if i don't find one, ppl will say dat i'm irresponsible... unfit to hv dat responsibility, yadda, yadda... cos i've accidentally done it b4. oh crap... ! life really sucks at the moment. someone... anyone... plssssssszz jz replace me on the piano!!! it really makes me look bad cos i've been missing a lot of duty (cos of unforseen circumstances, NOT bcos i want to).

trouble no.3- my line kaput-ed... something went wrong n it was sooo.. frustrating. really felt like crying at dat point.

trouble no.4 meant dat i can't go 4 supper wiv ben n all 2 celebrate his b'day cos i won't be goin 4 yas. aikz... it's a sad, sad world, ain't it?

n today... still lookin 4 a replacement. u noe, dis family dinner had better be worth all the trouble i had to go thru. it had better be gud if it's comparable to all my toil n sweat.

when ppl bite

i can't get dis out of my system. so, i've jz gotta haf it out here or else i won't be able to sleep peacefully tonite. u noe, sometimes ppl jz umwittingly bring u down by their comments n the ugly side of human nature is shown.

well, today... hmm... today....
o, maybe i should start from the beginning. the P.R.O.M committee. yupez... well, i'm in it... we had a meeting wiv all presidents of the clubs/societies/u.bodies etc to choose the committee. yea, n apparently, 0 (not her real name) thought dat it was up to the prefects' to plan the prom. yea, well... i guess dat used to be tradition: until tis yr. so, obviously she's pretty peeved dat she isn't on it. i dun blame her cos if i were in her position... trust me, i wud haf felt jz the same. but the thing which got me kinda pissed was dat she n another fren kinda like dissed the whole thing n put down the committee. i mean, HELLO! u haven't even seen wut we can or might do... give us a chance to prove ourself b4 judging us. sometimes, gud frens hurt u most.
tis is jz a small thing, but i felt dat it was pretty mean esp coming from a fren. but then, supposing dat the reverse happened... i guess i wud haf been worse.

kindred spiritszzzz

do u sometimes feel like u connect wiv someone. like,really connect? drawn to them... jz lured to them. eventho u've nvr been gd frens... eventho u've hardly talked? i'm nt talking abt the romantic attraction... it's jz... i dunno, it feels as if we are kindred spirits. like my soul says it connects well wiv dat person's. u noe... like i wanna noe more, drink more into the soul. yea, i think kindred spirit sums up the whole thing. but seriously... no romantic notions of any sort... trust me on dat.

and i'm such an idiot. no, i'm not gonna say it. i dun wanna be a real idiot. i confess i'm NOT an idiot or anything close. heheh.

but i still believe kindred spirits akin to mine still abound. i was too young lastime to realise dat, but i had 1 all along in my friend, my closest bestest pal (besides Jesus, but dat's beside the point)... but then, she moved away. n yea, we did remain friends up til now but we're not really close now. i've got my life n she has hers... besides, we're approx 4 hrs away by car. but i've nvr had any other friend dat was as close as we were since then. there're gud frens but nvr like b4. aikz... it's sad. but, there's hope still rite?

football junkie

jz finished watchin the holland vs serbia-montenegro match. 1-0. so happy holland won. if they actually do manage 2 get to the finals, i'll deck myself up in orange to watch. u noe, gotta show support 2 my adopted team (i support eng too, but... honestly... [eng fans, dun kill me 4 saying this], i dun think eng has much of a chance to get into the finals). besides... since m'sia looks like it's NVR ever gonna qualify... (how sad) , holland's the best bet. for now. ahh... u gotta luv the world cup.

*groan* sch restarts tomorrow. great! time to face the music; exam results.... *shiver* now dat i can do without. i mean, who can concentrate on the results when (arguably) the greatest sporting event is happening right at tis present moment. great, great... jz sublime.

love actually

i seem to be bloggin alot dis hols. enjoy it while it lasts.. cos come sch n i'll prob be bloggin once 1 week only.

u noe, nowadays... we seem to be hit by dis syndrome i like 2 call coupling. i dun mean sex... but most ppl seem 2 be going out in pairs now; holding hands, kissing, hugging... canoodling in cinemas... u noe, the like. not as if it hasn't been going on for centuries... milleniums even. guess it's part of growing up... more n more of my frens r going to the other side (not dat it's a bad thing), leaving me n the other "singles" acting nonchalant but still wondering wuts it like on the other side. i wudden noe, haven't been there. of cos, speakin from experience (now, i'm bein totally honest here aight) , havin a fren cross over to "the other side" (haha, enuff said) is almost like losing a fren. altho thet person trys to include u in their world or try to make it seem as ntg has changed... inevitably, things do change. it can't go back to how it seemed as b4 anymore. try as u migt, now there's the other half to consider... i wud jz be the "3rd person"; the lampost . besides... three's a crowd eh?

i also realize that yeah, i sound kinda bitter. but hey, wouldn't u be if u were jz pushed aside after yrs of friendship jz because...? nono.. not pushed away, but sometimes, i kinda feel left out. obliterated from their world.

i believe n continue to believe dat there's some1 for everyone. it's jz a matter of time b4 u find him/her. but i'm still mulling over the spinster/bachelor issue tho. having said that, dun u think dat we're jz made to reproduce (and yes, to praise God, but not in dis contex)...? i mean, all dis searching 4 love, dating, courting, impressing ppl.... doesn't it ultimately lead to reproduction? omgosh... am i stepping on taboo ground? cos God did say "Go forth and multiply" (my version, can't rmb the ori version) in the bible... . so...?

:children: kids: offspring: anak: babies: kin: spawn:
when all's said and done, i'm not too sure if i want kids in the further future. get married? sure. but kids r another thing altogether.

old times

i miss the isca times. n i noe most of the old ppl (ex-isca-ians) do too. ahh.. da gud n bad ol' times. isca was really a placed where i belonged... where i identified with, where i grew up in. and now... isca is jz a past, slowly fading, leaving bits n pieces left in my storage memory abt to be pushed back to make room for new ones. let me think of wut i can scratch up from the dust...

well, i can rmb...
1. a certain someone (no names mentioned) whom i guess had a growth spurt and cudden quite coordinate his movements quite well... hehe... sumhow, dat person was always banging into things, hurting himself... poor boy.

2. another individual, who unwittingly and singlehandedly broke his guitar neck. bravo hercules!

3. lotsa perli-ing (teasing) esp abt 2 ppl called j* and A*. i think in the game of tembak-ing & perli-ing, no one was spared. not in the least MUA... but let's not get into it.

4. guitar lessons.... we gals went thru teacher after teacher after teacher... the list goes on. then came josh.. u've heard it b4...yadda, yadda... n we used to make up silly stories of him n his 'wives' erm, guitars...( musician lingo) .

5. ping-pong sessions. when we gals (esp me) scrambled to secure the better pp table from the guys, namely, bk & co. n come in sweaty n stinky after many rounds of pp. i like pp... it's the only game i play relatively ok... . any1 willing to play wiv me?

6. games, lotsa games. n who can forget tt time when j* n J* banged each other in da stomache n felt flat on their posterior during watchmen & rattlesnake? hehehe... so lawak. i cud almost hear da *boing* sound in my head. of cos, dat's jz pure exaggerated me.

7. the football times- our all star *ahem* gals futsal squad.
place: annexe
time: b4 & after isca
ball: basketball
lame huh? but we had fun. and the reactions caused... i quote ; " wah! gals oso can play ar?" followed by quizzical stares of disbelief, "hahaha.... gals who play football... not bad ah!", " eh, pastor, look... all gal football team".