The Silliest person in the world

I'm talking about three persons perhaps. Yet they are all the same. The three are: Me, Myself and I. I found my NUSSU diary ... at home. *BoinG* *Slaps forehead* *Slams head on table*
I find myself doing this kinda of thing too often. ARgH. Horrible. Horrible. Hey JT, wake up your idea can? Why so blur like that?

Experimentalipae Report

Obeservation
After 11hours with Lipbalm B on, lips appeared to have swelled very slightly. (Luscious lips syndrome: Pouty lips) There's barely any itch or peeling.

Comments
Allergy reaction may not have occured as quantity used is too little.

Oberservation to be continued.

Experimentalipae

Abstract

Patient JT applied lipbalm A which resulted in major lip-cracking and peeling. She then immediately switched to lipbalm B to alleviate the situation but worsened the condition instead. On medical advice, betopic cream was applied and her lips were healed. An experiment is thus carried out a few months later to determine if lipbalm A or B is the culprit for the allegergy.

Aim/ Objective

To determine if Lip balm A or B (or both) causes patient JT's lip allergy by doing a patch test and hence determining which one (or none) is still suitable for her use.

Hypothesis

Lipbalm A is probably the culprit as major problems first appeared when Lipbalm A was used.

Procedure (for patch test)

A small amount of Lip balm B (bodyshop's born lippy) is applied to her lower lip and left overnight. A small amount is also applied to the top of her hand. The application is left overnight and oberservations will be made over the next 48 hours.

(Observation, Results and Conclusion will be out in 48 hours time.)

Lose, lost, Losing.

First my wallet, then my NUSSU diary. Frustrating. Wonder if anyone will bother to return it to me... gosh. Losing my diary or any of my organizers for that matter is like chopping off my right arm and turning off my left brain. I can't remember all my appointments, forget the things I have to do, forget all my friend's birthdays and don't even remember today's date... much less exam dates or other D day dates. And... I have only lost my NUSSU organizer TODAY, between 12pm to 2pm at my Lab8. Can some kind detective locate it and return to me please? This time, I'll remember to ask for your name and thank you properly... choco bar? ice-cream? hai.

Question of the day:

Would you rather know what you don't want to know or pretend to not know what you already know?

THe Phone-y conclusion

Remember my all my whining about getting a new phone and putting my 8250 in its retirement home and all? Yeah, itz done. Welcome to my white, glow in the dark Nokia 3120. hehe. Zero dollars for phone eh!!!! hahaah.. Now i'll start replying smses a bit more :p And i think Im gonna get addicted to the Beach rally car racing game :p

Quote of the day
If your heart is more beautiful than your face, we would have found the true occasion for celebration.

Thank you Auntie Noor ( or Nur)

If you've seen my wallet, you know that few people will be carrying it around. It's from Mu-ee and it has navy blue, white, and orange stripes. Obiang is what some people would call it. But yah, that's my wallet. So today, I carried it around as usual... decided to visit the washroom... and conveniently left it in the toilet cubicle. Great. JUST GREAT.

10 min later, I rushed back into the toilet to discover that my wallet is GONE. GONE!!! GONE!!! Do you feel the panic rising? Do you sense the shock and terror? Can you feel the truth sink in?

But actually, I wasn't panicking or shocked. I was just... dazed lah. It's probably like the fourth or fifth time I've left my wallet in the toilet. It usually can be found at the same spot where I left it. Once, it disappeared but someone returned it on the same day. This time... I have no idea. And my i/c and matriculation card and atm card and cash card and library card and all the cards are in it!!! Not much money though... ah well. Hai. Lost. No appetite. Need to go for lecture. Started whining to all the friends I meet along the way.

When I finally got home, the truth of the matter hit me (when my friend who's expert at losing such stuff told me...) that I need to make police reports, pay a fine for losing my i/c and must convice the i/c guy that I didnt lose my i/c on purpose... and visit the office of student affairs for my lost matric card... and the bank and the library... ahhhh... so much to do. No time no time! And police posts don't even open 24-7... only working hours. Argh. HOW HOW.

I gave up trying to think HOW HOW. Just meet Mr. Policeman first and report tomorrow. Finished whining to more friends online...

Just then... *Ding Dong*
*Bark Bark Bark* (That's my dog's reaction whenever the doorbell rings)

WALLET FOUND!!!!
Auntie Nur who lives 2 streets delivered my wallet to my doorstep! Apparently her daughter found my wallet and brought it home and she decided to send it to my house personally!!! Gosh!!! Dressed in her blue uniform... and addressing my mum and I kindly, she passed over the wallet... so sweet!!! So touched! And I didnt know what to do but to keep saying thank you!! Didnt even get her contact no. whatever... dazed. Gosh. Now she's left and I don't even know how to contact her to thank her! (What interpersonal skills I lack man. SO SLOW. SLOW. SLOW.) But thank God for people like her and her daughter!!!

THANK YOU AUNTIE NUR!!! :D :D :D :D

Paradox

The more you trust, the more it hurts.

Will you give your trust away to be destroyed again and again?

Jesus will. He lived to die.

Forgive.

So hard. So hard.

It's so hard to live a paradox. To give and keep giving, only to be hurt.

Yet Jesus lived the perfect paradox. He came willingly on earth to die. What made Him give up His Mighty Position for the Worst death on the cross? Love.

Can I live a paradox, to trust again, in love?

Stormed
The storm is here. It's blowing truly, madly, deeply. Everyone knows the storm is here and everyone pretends not to know. And I am expected to do something about it? What am I supposed to do? Destroy the thin fabric of peace that I pretend to have? I don't want to acknowldege it. I want to compartmentalize it. I want to live my own life away from it. I want a corner of my own without it. Whatever affects the peace that I hold so dear will be placed beyond the walls of my defenses. I ignore. You created your own world in the first place. You locked us out of it. Therefore, You and whoever's with you are out of the picture. Goodbye.

I will make do alone.

But it doesn't work this way. It just doesn't. Doesn't.

The Storm Builds up.
More frequent late night calls
that warrant silent warning signals
ringing non-stop in my head.
Greater tension within.
Growing.
Building.
Mounting.
Emotional pain can manifest itself in the physical.
To keep the peace
we keep the warm exterior,
But we grow cold and harden.
Soon, is there no pardon?

Have a cup of Whine?
Lazy afternoon.
Drizzle and breeze.
Stoning, doing nothing.
Staring at the pitter patter rain drops.
No-- there's work to do.
Work, Burden.
Burden, not enjoyment.
Do I still remember how to enjoy?
Do I enjoy what I am doing?
Do I enjoy life?
Drone Drone Droning on.
Pitter Patter Purposelessness.
Yawn.

Wake up sleepyhead!
Wake up!
Remember why you are here.
Remember what you are here for.
Remember where you are going.

Charmed

Imagine this. You are a guy who’s been in the photocopying room for hours, trying to get your notes printed. You’ve roped in two of your buddies and each of you are trying the quickest possible way to borrow all of the seven different textbooks that have been reserved at the counter. After a whole day’s work, you realize that you only have one book left to pick up from the counter. Just one little chapter to go and you’re done with this photocopying room…

You and one of your friends rush quickly to the counter to queue for the last book. As your friend double-checked the photocopying list, you notice three girls standing behind you who are gesturing animatedly… oh well. Whatever. All you have to do is to get the book and go. Just then…

The three girls approach you and your friend.

“Hi, are you guys also printing the notes for this module?” one of the taller girls asked.
“Yah,” your friend answered.
“Ok, we’re also printing the notes. Why not we print the notes from different books and combine our notes together? Faster that way,” suggested the tall girl.
“Actually, we’re finishing already. Only one book left,” your friend said in reply.
“Oh, like that ah. Okie loh. Never mind lah. Thanks,” said a shorter girl.

“Erm, then we help you borrow and photocopy the last book? Can we photocopy the rest from you all also?” the tall girl asked.

Your friend is reluctant… but somehow you agreed. As you watched the girls photocopy the notes, you can guess that your friends aren’t too happy. You were there the whole day photocopying that 2 inch thick pile of notes... and they just reaped the benefits... and got everything done in less than an hour. The tall girl offered to buy you a drink and the two other girls looked pretty paiseh about it. But they were quite smiley and full of thanks too. Oh well. It’s not so bad to help one another right? After all, it is “ju1 shou3 zhi1 lao2”… Well.

Ahem… erm… erm…The shorter girl is me.

Really paiseh. The guys have every right to be reluctant about it I guess… girls whom you don’t know… and who seem to be taking advantage of the situation??!! So sorry guys… and erm thanks.

If "You" were really you, will you be angry?...

*Guess my tall friend is really pretty gungho… and oh, perhaps charming too ;) *

Explosion of glittering stars

Finding your own patch of sky
It was way too crowded. All of us were shoulder to shoulder and back to back. I really appreciated the sea breeze and it was probably the most important factor that kept me from being suffocated by the crowd.(Is it sea breeze or land breeze at night? I’m no Geog student lah.). We waited like patient sardines anticipating their release from the can (ok, lame analogy but you get the idea). We were waiting to squeeze, push or elbow forward to the open area with the clearest patch of sky. No umbrellas and green, leafy foliage please. We don’t need shelter at 7.35pm in the evening. We only wanted our own patch of sky, clear as can be. And THAT would be about 5 metres in front of that barrier ahead.

Wanna know how many people there were? From my estimation, all Singaporeans who like to go where the crowds go will be there. (ie. 1,000,000 people. Don’t count on it though) The bridges were swamped with people, the merlion had many people at its feet (erm, tail) and Clifford pier was overcrowding with people of all sorts of nationalities. My dad was standing on my left, sisters on my right, mum in front and a group of Germans at the back. Since we were this close, I can’t help but overhear some conversations… and to sum it all up, ALL OF US CAN’T WAIT FOR THE FIREWORKS TO START.

7.40pm Waiting. Still waiting. Germans were discussing about going to Cambridge. (NO, I don’t understand German. But they mentioned Cambridge too many times.)

7.47pm Counting down 13 min to 8.00pm. Hope fireworks will start.

7.57pm Groups of people started screaming and clapping. False alarm. No fireworks. They were too bored.

8.00pm All of us craned our necks in anticipation. Nothing happened. The crowd started to wonder why.

“Hey, maybe it’s not today leh. Scully tomorrow! Everyone make mistake ah!”
“The person in charge last min on MC right… so show cancelled ah…”
“I bet they will just postpone until 8.15, then 8.30, then 8.45… and let us wait and wait.”
“Aiya. I want to eat Ajisen already ah… so long one…”
“Eh, if really don’t have ah, we don’t waste our film lah. Come come, let’s take photo!”

8.15pm Quiet anticipation. People were too tired to crap.

8.25pm … …

When Push comes to shove?
An usher in low cut black spaghetti top (huh? Honestly, I thought ushers for such international fireworks competition would look a bit more pro) came and started to shout some instructions. But, no one listened. The crowd just surged forward, beyond the barrier… I was literally Pushed and shoved with the tide and was washed right up front with my family… and THERE! We were right in front with a perfectly clear view of the waterfront and the wonderfully clear night sky!! There was sufficient space to sit comfortably too! Great! YEAH!

We’re all attracted to the light
Fireworks are beautiful! A sheer delight to watch! Shimmering, glittering and dazzling… My eyes were glued to the show and it felt like pure ecstasy. Never tried the drug lah… (lame lame.) I couldn’t take my eyes off the magnificent red, green, blue and gold lights that bursts into shooting stars… and each explosion added to the excitement and the desire for more of this! I love the golden comets that spiral through sky with their beautiful glittery tails… I also love those little fairy-like fireworks that soar upwards with their beautiful trails of stardust behind… and I love the big explosion of stars that cover the whole expanse of the sky! The show culminated in showers of multi-coloured stars that left a lot of “ooo”s and “aaah”s (running out of vocab coz… it’s really too fantastic!). The stars that were flung into the night sky seem to be falling right onto us and yet they disappear before we can reach out for them… but they are beautiful.. Beautiful! What makes them so beautiful and delightful? Are we all attracted to light? Somehow, the brevity of this makes us crave for more… (Is this how drugs work? :p I think I may be addicted to fireworks.)
Maybe it brings the real stars in the solar system closer to us… Beautiful.

Resolution of the day: I will pack my room.

Updates updates

Was scrolling through my blog and saw the many things I promised to blog on and haven't blogged... like the 3Ms of dating or something like that and the Lady on the MRT and my handphone.

First update
My handphone. My Nokia 8250 has more or less retired and a motorola T190 (I think), which my supervisor has kindly given me, has taken over the job. Well, motorolas aren't the most sms-friendly phones... so bear with my super super slow replies. Saw the Singtel ioneplus plans and the $38 dollar 6610 deal... and decided to erm... be passive about it. I'll just wait and see. I'll wait for signs like these: "JT! Your bill has gone up again! You better do something about it or change plans..." or "JT! You simply cannot reply sms faster izzit? See what has happened lah!" or... something to warrent the change of hp a need, not a want. oh well. hee.

Second update
Was on the train one day... and saw a lady reading primary school children books. My first impression? Perhaps she's a childcare teacher... the next thing I remembered was that she whipped out a small pocket dictionary and started checking it for words like "bounced" and "see-saw" and stuff like that. Uhuh, so she was learning English. Apparently, her English-Chinese dictionary has no "see-saw" in it and she decided to ask another lady sitting beside her. (actually, I was quite amazed at her enthusiastic learning attitude) The other lady couldn't quite translate "see-saw" in Chinese. I figured "see-saw" = "qiao1 qiao1 ban3" but I guess such terms aren't exactly in our everyday langauge and she was gesturing and trying to explain how a see-saw works... ... and I also guess this reminds me to start picking up my Chinese again. haha.

Third update
I'll blog on whatever I didnt blog in due time... (*well... if I remember :p) tata for now.

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The Storm

I see the storm coming again. The first tornado in 2002 was the worst. It hit our house, it hit our relative’s house, it hit the school, it hit me and it hit my life. The second tornado came in 2003, about 6 months or a year later. Well, some reparation work has been done before that… but the thin fibers of confidence, trust and security got thrown off by conflicting decisions and perceptions as we met that tornado. The second storm was not as bad as the first one, but it cut deep. Real deep. Some of my fears and perceptions were reinforced... though they could be wrong.

Now, the third storm has been gently brewing, brewing, brewing. It’s gathering up speed. I see the stir of the phone lines, the distinctive voice patterns and girly smiles that try so hard to mask all the clues and yet point to the eye of the storm. It’s coming. Past experiences tell me that the breeze I feel is forewarning me of a third tornado. I do not know how to react. I want to ignore the breeze. I want to pretend that nothing’s going on. But I know that the greater pretense I put on, the harder the storm will hit. Deep inside, a very small whisper says that the breeze may be the harbinger of a joyous occasion. Father, teach me how to handle the storm, not by experience, but by love.

Quote of the day:
If you are filled with the regrets of yesterday and the worries for tomorrow, you have no today to be thankful for.