promiscuous girl? nah. ;)

what kind of girl am i?

You are a New Age Girl!

You're bright, opinionated, and dedicated to changing the world. Even if it's one hybrid car at a time, you do you part to make things better. In fact, you may be so busy with your causes that you have little time for love. Take an extra yoga class or two, and you just might meet New Age Guy!

What Kind of Girl Are You?

what is your self-esteem like?

You Have Low Self Esteem 4% of the Time

Which can be translated to mean, you have high self-esteem and a healthy sense of self worth. You believe in yourself, and you know how to be the real you. You love yourself, imperfections and all.

How is Your Self Esteem?

hahahaha. am hoping this is true. :)
maybe except when i am pmsing. ha.

what kinda flirt are you?

You Are a Coy Flirt

You may not seem like you're flirting, but you know exactly what you're doing. You draw people in, very calculatingly, without them even knowing. Subtle and understated, you know how to best leverage your sex appeal. A sexy enigma, you easily become an object of obsession.

What Kind of Flirt Are You?

lazy to blog.

hahaha.
i thought i will be a blog whore once exams end.
but i have been soooo lazy.
it is SO nice not to do ANYTHING.
hoped that changing my skin will inspire, but it hasnt really.

but haha.
some more need to post pics, that makes me LAZIER. haha.
well anyway, watched turistas with becoz i said so(briane) on wednesday.
WATCH IT!!!
it is a good movie.
i really really liked it.
and i dont usually feel so much for movies.
:)

even if not for the movie, for the girls. ;)

secret.

less than a month away.
ha ha ha ha ha.
but anyway, may is going to be EXTREMELY BUSY for me.

people i need to meet.

now that exams are over.
there are a few people i need to meet.(in no particular order)
-reena
-shanta
-ritchell and rachel

the other people i am not mentioning, cos YOU KNOW that youre supposed to meet me!
:)

for old times' sake

randeep sing koonar. you wouldnt wana hear what he did to me.
tortured me, i tell you.
just because i wouldnt give him the latest animorphs book , he showered the pins from my stapler into my hair. and crushed my staple pin box on the groud, right under my feet. and btw, it's called staple pins, NOT bullets.


haha dont think u needed the circle. but well, the specs kinda hide the eyes, so you cant see the soul. HAHA.

and on my right and left are my bestest friends from primary school. rachel and ritchell, miss yall! and you know what, i can actually still name all these people! :D 8 years down the road.

Old Chang Kee.

has a different meaning in my life now.
and there will be a totally new meaning to it in your life too.
if you just hear Phoebe singing the Old Chang Kee song.

of curry puffs and squidheads.
OMG.
feebeeee, STOP IIITTTT. HAHAHA.

quote of the night.

feebs: jal, let's got before the cat gallops over!(with excessive amounts of panic)

tell me why i laugh.

and this is how the semester ended.

dawn!another one of those people who make me smile!

jal and humpty dumpty.

feeeebeeeee. and that says it all. =)

they were tryin to act busy. but i say the photo reads blur.

rai, siew woon and imran. some ppl in sch make me smile, even if i dont tell yall so. :)

jared!!! <3 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfYWBlBgRlBb-lagpNO7uVL1j6TN3_9QNI7VkD58KYMpMeXoV3btUwOMpwHBM5h_yF1aqB8sOE2-KvwtNI2CF5oD89jGH5AvDRo801iyOl-wS2k1Z_h_VmS0eIweedSlKcgIf_/s1600-h/IMG_4115.JPG">like bee to a flower

aspiring film director.

please remind me.

this is why.
i have to study this thing.
called information literacy.
please remind me.

1. ØContext: rapid advances in communication technology has produced an appearance of massive amounts of new information easily available to all,

But finding the right information source

is still very difficult!

2. ØBeing a professional

oh shit. this is getting tiring. just remind me i am studying INFORMATION LITERACY for a good cause. thank you.

Ø

drama mamas.

did you happen to see my pretty hair?

my ramachandran with ranyevskaya. "the nursery"

i didnt think i was gonna miss this =D

CDP 101.
started with "what time is it?"
and two o clock it was.
and it ended.
memories quite sweet.
the nursery, shen teh, and doris; i wont forget.
:)

just for some sweet relief.
its called blog therapy.

doom.

105 sucked.
may i repeat?
105 sucked.
may i repeat?
105 sucked.
may i repeat?
105 sucked.

think you get the picture.

some things kill.

exams.
exams.
exams.
exams.
exams.
smoking.
excessive alcohol.
cancer.
heart diseases.

and.

possessiveness.
rots the soul, the mind.
creates dissatisfaction with self.
hinders.
distracts, and.
kills.

good friday.

i have always had a problem with chronology.
and that is how good friday has ended up on a bad monday.
bad monday because tmr is a bad tuesday.
bad tuesday cos it is exam day.

but anyway. good friday lived up to its name!
it was really GOOD.
in fact, it was GREAT.
it was catch-up time again for two very special people who have formed a very special friendship.
:)
5 hours in NYDC and EVERYTHING on me was smelling of NYDC.
AND. herbie 53, despite the name, you make me melt. actually know, you freeze me, with JOY. haha.

it was 5 hours of nonstop talking(i was not the only one talking ok!) , smiles and laughter.
:D

love you dear darling kavitha!
it has been a wonderful 7-yr journey.
though the ties have only become visible in recent times. ;)
and as we grow together, we resonate.
in emotions, attitudes and beliefs.
individuality and differences preserved.

and it set the mood for a good day.
cos the day only got better. =D

you know why? cos it was good friday.
and because i said so. :)

an experiment.

i am going to conduct an experiment to establish covariation between visibility of words on my blogskin and frequency of tagging.

i just need a confederate to offer to change my blogskin. any takers?
ha ha ha.

screwed timezones.

haha. i have been half nocturnal and half normal, so my days are all screwed.
i dont know what day it is anymore.
my body clock must be real confused.

and, i had a little nap at 5 am while studying.
and after i woke up ,there was a real weird transformation.
i became suddenly organised, and systematic.

and when i got home, i arranged the toiletries.
and i cleaned my laptop.
and the keyboard, by removing the keys.

something is seriously wrong.
anyway i am supposed to be sleeping.
and congrats to jun, whose team has won, thanks to me.
:)

and, more posts with photos coming up! in many many days.
cos you know what?
exams are in five days, thank you very much. ha.

giving up seats.

on several occasions, i have found myself in a predicament in the train.
nothing to do with whether or not to watch couples smooching in the train.
something a lot more meaningful.
whether to give up my seat.

there are those cutesy oldie folks you just give up your seat to, cos their eyes call to you, and draw you out of your seat.
ha ha.

BUT. there are those fierce-looking ones, and i am torn between asking them and being rejected and sitting there and staring at them, till...err, their eyes call out to me.

ha ha.

i was in the same predicament this morning.

and i have found out, no matter how angry they look, all they are looking for;
is a seat. ha ha. :)

possessiveness=insecurity?

does possessiveness stem from insecurity?

over an object because it gives you some kind of joy/status/satisfaction without which you will incomplete?

over a person, because you're afraid of losing what you have?

but why?

sometimes.

memories come back.
and they haunt.
and they hinder.
they confuse, agonise and prick.
where it hurts most.

and you know what?
they linger.
they bloody linger.

HAPPY belated BIRTHDAY NARJ!

burpy timey!

one of those thinking moments

the first and the last.

grandpa and rayn.

first sis and rayn

a flustered rayn's muum who wanted the games to start.

sleeping. a beauty.

sulky me, with the person who made me sulky. ha.

rayn and aunty jal!
birthday girl and me!

aunty jal and huge ass eyes. ha ha.

it was my 2nd sister's birthday on the fifth.
and it was so fun!
haha.
a dinner at appollo's, and followed by a session of games at settler's cafe.
ha ha.
and the 6 of us squeezed into the vios!
oh my god.
thank god for my funny family.

my moustache.

kester should give me more credit for it!
i drew the outline, without which it wouldnt have survived!
haha. it was kester's day man.
his day in the life of an indian man,
rama chandran.
good one. :)

impatience/urgency.

what IS up with Singaporeans?
are all our lives such a bloody rush?
that even a damn red light means precious seconds ticking away.

singaporeans are so selfish.
they dont bloody think.
excuse me?
in those few moments that you are saving, you could be KILLING someone.

just sit at my bus stop and you will see the number of people beating red lights.
i feel like i should do something man.

17th march with the girls.

heehee meh and her new hairstyle.

it is always a joy. :)

in a flash.

monday and tuesday passed in a flash.
and then before i knew it, it was wednesday.
SHOWTIME.
and so, rosie, jackie, doris and margaret were set to shine.

i am glad it is over.
it was a nice journey with the three girls.
:)

"my mother said i never should.
play with the gypsies in the wood.
if i did, she would say
naughty girl to disobey"

somehow, i know this is gonna be in my head for some time. ha ha.

doris, rosie, margaret
doris, jackie, rosie, margaret.
hahaha. it was a crazy time with yall!
like hello? shannon!

thank you very much, phoebe, wei shan and amanda! :D
I THINK IT WAS A SUCCESS.
who cares about bad blackouts. ;)

april fools day.

there is not much hype with this particular day anymore eh?
maybe cos i am so fool proof.
right.
only one joke was played on me.
and i fell for it.

ha ha.

two years since mum passed on.

Every step I take, every move I make
Every single day, every time I pray
Ill be missing you
Thinkin of the day, when you went away
What a life to take, what a bond to break
Ill be missing you.

i studied at cathay starbucks.

erms. it is getting a little scary to use my starbucks card illegally.
damn. but starbucks is just way too expensive!
ha.
oh well.

it was a good day. :D
you know why?
because i said so.

the week went on.

and then at night, it was clubbing with the sisters.
when rayn's mum(cutie) said it was gonna be girls night out.
i swear i thought it was dinner.

and then when i asked where we were going, my 1st sis replied and said asoka!(an indian club)
hehehe. and i was excited.
well. asoka turned out to be boring.
thankfully, only 2 of us entered and paid the cover charge.

and then we headed to gotham.
which proved to be a much better treat to the dancing soul waiting to be released.
but i think they play the best songs from 11-1.30.

it is just so different clubbing with sisters, and clubbing with friends.
different.
:)

saturday was spent rehearsing for our drama performance on wednesday.
the graded one.
for my elective, drama and performance.
it took longer than expected.
tough work.

and then it was dinner with my two sisters and dad at the railway stn.
sis let me drive!
it was so fun!
and, the ramly burger there was to die for.
and happy thoughts led to liverpools victory.
am not a fan, but jun is. :D

crash course.

it will be.
on the events of my life.
in this one week.
cos i think i have gained the ability to summarise.
after all people just wana see pics.
hur hur hur.
and i will start with march 30th.
a friday.
always a good day.
because.
there is 105 tut.
and because it is the end of the week.
but there were other reasons my pre-weekend was special.

you know i love you! :D

harmonious. delicious.

managed to look up in time eh. tsk tsk.

haha some things never change.

val does have a nose. :))

it was a pizza hut lunch with the people who have made the school the way it is!
haha.
the laughter and the joy.
dont cease.
love yall, honeycakes!

yayness!

haha.
seeing the dismal state of my blog made me lose the appetite to blog.
but i am back!
with an axe!

haha.
had and have so many things to say.
but then the moment passes.
and your words are carried by the wind like a song.