of love, life and heartbreak. daytime telly at its finest.

everytime i turn on mtv (except for when trl is on) i am greeted by a roll of messages in the form of:

1. love proclamations
2. heartbreak proclamations
3. stupid random morning/afternoon/evening greetings
4. repetition of any/all of the above by everyone else

come on. each sms costs like 70 cents and you use it to tell everyone who's watching that you just broke up with your boyfriend?!! what the heck would i want to read that for?! why can't you simply send that same sms (for free) to your bestest buddy in the entire world and discuss your 'lack of commitment' with her? AND when the instructions at the bottom of the screen so clearly request viewers to 'rate the video' - they DO MEAN RATE THE VIDEO. NOT do any/all of the above.

its not only on mtv. everytime there's an programme with an interactive sms service, people always do the same thing! one time, this guy even proposed on air! and it wasn't even in proper english!

some of us actually own a television because we want to watch the programme that is on it. if i wanted a running commentary about someone's social/personal/love life, i would gladly read a gossip magazine.

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i bought myself another pair of shoes - gold flats this time. anger warrants some retail therapy, don't you think?

down the ever winding road.

yesterday was my first day stepping into NTU. and i got lost.

based on the map i received in the matriculation package, the entrance to the medical centre was 7 bus stops from boon lay bus interchange. relying on my fantastic map-reading skills, i got down at the 8th bus stop and found myself outside the science dorms(this simply means that if i ever get to go on the amazing race, i do all the driving). anyway, i realised i was lost (1st time) and i had to cross the road to ask a very nice couple the way to the medical centre. based on their recommendations, i took shuttle bus A and told the uncle to let me know when we reached the south spine. being a very nice bus drive uncle (with rather hip taste in music), he opened the doors at the purported south spine. getting down, i found myself facing a group of construction workers and a forest! lol. i was like, what the heck. im lost again (2nd time). i had no choice but to walk down the slope (which reminded me so much of crescent)and call zaria to report my distress status. HAHA. honestly, i would rather wander around lost than ask people but i was a lone ranger. and lone rangers who haven't eaten their breakfast and have only a half-filled bottle of water can't wander around forever! then a bunch of guys walked past. and i was like, what the heck again. but i had to get to the medical centre by 12 so i walked up to them asked for directions. and i must say they were a very interesting bunch of people especially the one with the earring and mini-goatee. yowza! LOL. finally made my way to the medical centre after further directions from an indian lady who kept calling me 'dear' and a very nice PRC scholar.

went down to town for post medical checkup/pre xray shopping. BY MYSELF. i have finally conquered orchard alone! i have nothing to fear anymore! LOL. the xray was weird to say the least but at least it was over pretty quickly.

oh oh ! check out the pics of my dream cars!




i want to write a book only using paranthesis.

cappucino frappucino.

time for me to rant.

after watching the portugal-iran match yesterday, i set my alarm for 2.30 so i would wake up for my italy-usa match. i was really tired after trawling the entire stretch of serangoon looking for my mum's punjabi suit, and i didn't think that the ghana-czech republic would be much so i went to sleep. (boy was i wrong) anyway, the alarm rang at 2.30 and i switched it off and went back to sleep (!!!!). why italy why? i had to wake up to a mini running commentary by zaria haha. omg now its so gonna be down to the wire.

i don't wanna watch the next game cos im so afraid i will cry.

on a brighter and non-soccer-infested note, today was father's day! actually we didn't really give daddy anything since we got him and mum tickets to grease, but it was still a great day. after a blessing in church, we went out for lunch, then to jurong point for shopping! we had subway cookies for tea! oh gosh, the last time i ate one of those was last nov! anyway, dad's now seated on the sofa, watching soccer while mum is trying to persuade me to play a game of marbles haha.

oh wells. HAPPY FATHER'S DAY to all dads! :)

salaam namaste!

i am suffering from world cup fever. here's my daily timetable.

sportscenter at 7.30pm.
dinner afterwards.
first soccer match at 9pm.
break/nap time at 11+ pm.
alarm rings for next match at 12pm.
continuous soccer-watching till 5+ am.
off to bed.
wake up at 10+ am.
wander around aimlessly.
try my hardest to concentrate on my tuition kids.
routine starts all over again.

except on tuesdays, wednesdays and thursdays where the O.C, project runway and lost take precedence.haha.

my goal in four years? to go for the world cup in south africa. i wanna carry my italia scarf and wave it so aggressively around until my hand jams/dislocates. i wanna scream at the top of my lungs, with the millions of people all over the world. if nothing else, i just wanna soak up the undescribable feeling - the electric atmosphere where pride and emotions are right up there. if i can afford it, i'll go down to england sometime before that and watch a liverpool game. scarf, screaming, hotdogs, beer and all.

i was reading the paper a few days ago when i saw a picture of peter crouch's recent girlfriend. now, im sure she's really, truly in love with him. money is definitely not a factor in their relationship, i presume. just like dwight yorke and jordan and the deep, cherished love they shared.

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after watching salaam namaste yesterday, i felt the urge to pour out my dil, not necessarily about pyaar, but simply about stuff. i cried so much my world cup timetable was almost ruined. i think im dil to paagal hai! im jotting down as many hindi words as i can remember/figure out the meaning to in an exercise book, for future reference. what future reference, i really don't know. but it's just cool to write in hindi, albeit in the english version.

im back!

omg. my computer is finally back! woohoo! and for the first time in a long while, i went out with zar and gladys. what can i say? haha it was fantastic as usual. bought most of my 'school supplies' already. i found this awesomely hot red vintage adidas bad though! but it's $120!! argggghhhhh! im ever so sad.

to be honest, i have tons to write about but nothing seems to be coming out. oh wells. i accepted ntu's accoutancy course. besides the obvious fact that acocuntants make big bucks, im still wondering if i made the right choice. i mean, i love dealing with money but this tiny part of me keeps squeaking 'what if you can't make it? why didn't you just do lit instead?' ever the pessimist. the thing that spurred me to make my choice? whenever i walk down the cbd area, i can see myself there in 3-4 years time - wearing the clothes, hanging out with my colleagues, eating the frickin good food that's hidden on the second level of the hawker centre. weird but i honestly can't wait.