tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54871902011-04-22T01:54:21.526+08:00divinityamandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.comBlogger12171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-55956209241547940732007-01-17T00:46:00.000+08:002007-01-17T01:13:30.824+08:00amandina* Courtesan for the HourI've moved to WordPress. Re-link.amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-65680943910731691992007-01-16T05:46:00.000+08:002007-01-16T07:01:04.330+08:00 You know what's so loopy above love? It's illogical. It doesn't have a Purpose, an Explanation, a Justification, an Illustration. It's almost a cultural construct; something we pluck out from movies and books, believing a life without Love is virtually one not worth living. We're such a dramatic group of mammals, I swear. I bet the rest of the Animal Kingdom is perfectly fine with easy-peasy amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-20178204089370529532007-01-16T03:16:00.002+08:002007-01-16T03:25:28.262+08:00Lookies!! The Barbarian gave me my own eyepatch!! Thank you everybody who called and texted me to see how I was doing :](I'm bruised, blinded and disfigured, but still beautiful thank you very much.)amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-91931454616133348702007-01-16T01:25:00.000+08:002007-01-16T02:31:50.305+08:00"Men love, women allow to be loved."- Paul LeautaudRules for the Simple Life.If you like me, show it.If I like you back, you'll know.If I say I don't, be a man and go away.If I can't decide, stop wasting your time and go away as well.amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-21112226331133403672007-01-14T23:34:00.000+08:002007-01-15T01:34:59.098+08:00Sometimes, whatever life throws you takes you through the most exciting journeys in the World Wide Web. I just got back from a futile visit to a clinic; all the GP did was to prescribe me my 4th course of antibiotics - oral, eye drops and ointment - and refer me to an opthamologist. Apparently my stye is not a stye but a chalazion, and it needs to be operated on. Le sigh. It is very depressing. amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-16069019851458691262007-01-11T23:37:00.000+08:002007-01-11T23:50:32.402+08:00C L A U S T R O P H O B I C.I can't breathe. I can't think. I can't feel. And I miss being alone with my thoughts. If only I could weave myself into a cocoon; hide arbitrarily from the world. If only you'd stop caring, because I really am ok. I'm just weary from too much discourse and throwbacks to memories adrift. Exhale. . .amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-86576526974757044252007-01-11T04:14:00.000+08:002007-01-11T23:36:26.292+08:00The mind is a beautiful place, and it only gets finer with time; that is the artistry of education. A recurring thought these days is how much I would love to meet myself 1 year ago, 2 years ago, 3 years ago. . . with every passing year, a coming of age to view things with more clarity; to distill and understand, and finally to appreciate. Sitting through Inmoo's Financial Risk Management amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-78665242849877295172007-01-09T14:26:00.000+08:002007-01-09T14:34:16.083+08:00amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-1200411692831966372007-01-09T00:34:00.000+08:002007-01-09T00:49:10.610+08:00This year, I need to get to Borobudur. Bum around in Bali for weeks, get my hair dreadlocked and braided 10 times over, bake myself to a fucking glorious golden brown, head down to Yogyakarta for its 9th century Buddhist Mahayana stupa. It's my grand travel plan for this year; who's with me?amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-52847697190483591622007-01-08T00:24:00.000+08:002007-01-08T00:26:02.155+08:00You know, it's not the Mentholatum ointment,It's all you that will make the difference :] :]amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-23445270778789794422007-01-06T23:19:00.000+08:002007-01-06T23:41:02.443+08:00Drain.As in, 'drain the stye of pus'. Such an innocuous word. Sigh. In reality, the doctor had to anaesthesize my eye. And slice the underneaths of my eyelid in 4 different places. And pummel it vigorously to get the pus to get flowing. And squeeze it out - blood, pus, plasma and all. And there you have it. My 1st eye surgery; hopefully my last too. Am now accepting donations for eye patches.amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-39640929084881996532007-01-05T10:21:00.000+08:002007-01-05T10:25:00.119+08:00Can I whine?My eye hurts.Sigh, woe is me. Veryyy me.Fuck them eyelash follicles.amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-38423974029896923792007-01-03T10:58:00.000+08:002007-01-03T11:28:19.739+08:00I look out the window, and I see you.A million things hasten through my mind,But I don't know what to make out of it.So I perch carefully on the edge of my chair, Angling for yet another glimpse of you.Good luck for the game later at night.amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-64285706473425281832007-01-02T01:11:00.000+08:002007-01-02T01:49:57.739+08:00Welcome home, Deb!!I love airports. The Tokyo-Singapore flight was packed and there were 10 million people milling outside Gate 16. A lovely buzz in the air; because it's New Year's Day, and because 500 people are coming home to loved ones. Or for a vacation. Deb's home :] Xoxo. I've missed you! Let's go to Korea! I'm browsing through some great photography and it looks amazing. I know I've been amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-7809407935623167792007-01-01T02:57:00.000+08:002007-01-01T03:09:54.928+08:00Love this shot by my brother. Somehow he has captured my joy in talking to the person at the other end. amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-34891616824374862192006-12-31T23:00:00.000+08:002006-12-31T23:39:55.161+08:00The End-of-Year Meme.This one asks for the first sentence from the first entry of each month of 2006 and does an interesting job of rounding up the events of the year. More importantly, all crytic sentences are stripped bare. Sentences previously shrouded in ambiguity because it just seemed so pertinent then. Because time is deceptive. It magnifies all neuroses of the present, making it seem thatamandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-15875446439705887602006-12-31T15:49:00.000+08:002006-12-31T15:50:28.026+08:00ON THE FIRST DAY OF 2007,I PLAN TO START MY DIET REGIME. I'M GETTING INCORRIGIBLY FAT.amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-40195926003186516722006-12-31T14:55:00.000+08:002006-12-31T20:03:02.469+08:00 Pitch Black is this film cafe-cum-art gallery-cum-local music showcase-cum chillout space on Haji Lane. It is severely hip. We were all very impressed. Cheryl's friend, the birthday boy, was a candy-colored vision who wouldn't look out of place at an all-American diner. We too tried to dress up accordingly. Cheryl had a lovely monochrome shift on. I tied a scarf around my neck in an attempt to amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-27019820493561076042006-12-31T05:35:00.000+08:002006-12-31T14:43:44.583+08:00"It's not you, it's me."Nothing describes it better than this.You have done absolutely nothing wrong, but somehow together, we're wrong. I cannot explain myself, other than that my heart and soul simply isn't willing. And I feel like shit, knowing that I have consciously caused you so much pain. Knowing that you have been trying your best to be what I'm looking for. Knowing that you have a heart amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-16150335841711792542006-12-27T03:20:00.000+08:002006-12-27T03:31:14.011+08:00Meet Richard.Santa who thinks he's from the 'Hood.Meet Cheryl and Kenneth.Darlings who Flirt with each other incessantly.Meet David.He calls himself DJ Samurai.amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-45538436736375734742006-12-26T17:07:00.000+08:002006-12-27T02:23:26.748+08:00 I wish I wasn't the source of your Yuletide woe. It's what I do best when I'm emo. I run off into a stark vacuous world of my own, with no time nor want to contemplate on that whirlpool of confusion churning around me. You're always a reassuring sight; tall, warm and sturdy. None of that lack of conviction that once unnerved me so. Quite the contrary, rather. It pleases me that you should like amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-896799984750382362006-12-25T17:55:00.000+08:002006-12-25T19:05:38.890+08:00"Cmq. Mi manchi. Ciao amore."I can't stop smiling. Because the Postman has just delivered me a card. Not any old Christmas card, but one without any christmas trees, any snowmen, any lame ass Santas. Just the words "Ti penso sempre!!" and little pink paper mache flowers on the front. Sigh :] Miss you too, Hoops. Buon Natale!! Xoxo. Now I just have to figure what "Tanti Auguri" means. Vanessa amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-23162060154438759562006-12-25T05:49:00.000+08:002006-12-25T05:58:32.323+08:00Have yourself a merry little Christmas,Let your heart be lightFrom now on, Our troubles will be out of sightHave yourself a merry little Christmas,Make the Yule-tide gay,From now on, Our troubles will be miles away.Here we are as in olden days, happy golden days of yore.Faithful friends who are dear to us Gather near to us once more.Through the years we all will be togetherIf the Fates allow, amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-79328942884512205162006-12-24T11:08:00.000+08:002006-12-25T17:33:59.511+08:00I've been to Bangkok many times. But I never knew there was a theme park called Dreamland. Hur, these are the kind of things you discover when you go on stupid package tours. Not that we actually made it to Dreamland. Because on that day, my entire family overslept by an hour,and kept the tour group waiting; we felt so bad we just told them to go ahead. Instead, we went shopping, ate at A&Ws, gotamandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-22817069373241672692006-12-19T02:21:00.000+08:002006-12-19T02:44:22.940+08:00You remark that my accent's changed; 'almost like speaking to a different person'. You struggle to remember how you used to call me; 'distracted', 'crazy', 'adorable'. You say you're still the same, only work's a bitch. And that if I were still in Italy, I'd only see you during the weekends. I reply that if I were still in Italy, my Dad would be broke now. Then you laugh and ask if my shopping amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-70950625891029501282006-12-18T03:15:00.000+08:002006-12-18T03:40:36.090+08:00"It's the weather."amandina* says:i miss milan.amandina* says:like seriously.amandina* says:im reading all my old blog entriesamandina* says:and I FUCKING MISS ITFucking disappointed in myself says:its the weather..amandina* says:sighs.Fucking disappointed in myself says:what's your blog?amandina* says:raszgoddessed.blogspot.comFucking disappointed in myself says:looks like Milan really had an amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-22998767772773042692006-12-17T22:14:00.000+08:002006-12-17T23:25:37.372+08:00Over tea last night, it struck me that having been away for a large part of 2006 leaves me curiously lost at the end of the year. As it draws to an end, it is startling to realize that I haven't been to East Coast Park at all. I haven't been to Balcony Bar either, and I was there all the time last December. I haven't even walked home from Tanah Merah MRT Station. I haven't seen my baby nephews, amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-85409949514839329942006-12-17T18:32:00.000+08:002006-12-17T18:54:40.765+08:00I have lost a bit of interest in blogging. Far too many read this; far too many who matter.Go on now, move along. Move along. Shoo. Arrivederci e ci vediamo. Il dio li benedice. Anyhow 2006 is almost over. My circa 2005 boobs were way more magnificentique.And where is this nice top now? I have no idea. And soon it's time to welcome 2007.amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-90728848098127306192006-12-16T22:44:00.000+08:002006-12-18T12:41:08.119+08:00I just accidentally deleted my previous post, but while it was up for a short while, I discovered that Lionel and his cousin are Taureans too. I brightly suggested a "Taureans-let's-unite!" soiree, but I think Lionel found it a tad cheesy and dismissed me accordingly. But WHY! Do not diss the Zodiacs, I tell'ya. The stars work in mysterious ways.THE TAURUS WOMANShe is a da Vinci in the art of amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-10319818297439181152006-12-15T18:24:00.000+08:002006-12-15T18:27:24.619+08:00This is how I eat tang yuans. I think to the right people, my extremely gross eating habits can even be considered endearing.amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-25061148518099484912006-12-15T12:27:00.000+08:002006-12-15T17:49:01.732+08:00I think I'm jinxed. Last week I had a pimple so hideous, I had to speak to people with my hand covering half my face. Then Monday I fell sick. Wednesday I was still down with the flu. Thursday my right eye developed another stye. Today I have a full-fledged cough, a stye in my right eye and a chalazion in the left one. FUCKS. I think a trip down to YIH is in order. And it's so annoying that my amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-18154070460966613492006-12-14T00:52:00.000+08:002006-12-14T01:00:30.768+08:003 recurring thoughts tonight.WTFucks. Pffft. Yawn. Whatever.Thank you for taking me out to dinner.Oh I've missed you, Dennis.amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-82517649400003428142006-12-13T01:37:00.000+08:002006-12-13T03:30:26.882+08:00My resume is officially reworked, because I decided to omit all the retarded pretentious crap that just sounds good on paper but doesn't mean a shit to me. Like being in NUSSU Bizcom. All I did in that club was feel discriminated against because I wasn't on the same wavelength as everyone else. And attending a marketing seminar? Fuck, all I did was sleep through a very self-fulfilling and amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-19633678728507882092006-12-12T01:30:00.000+08:002006-12-12T01:47:30.194+08:00Satisfaction, like life, is a funny thing. You never know its limits; never know where it takes you. Only know it either sustains a megawatt smile on your face for 10 days running, or gnaws away at your heart and mind for eternity. But because there is no limit, you never reach that nirvana. That stage when you know for a fact that that's your highest point. So you keep reaching for more, and youamandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-65533114898968311432006-12-11T23:12:00.000+08:002006-12-11T23:23:35.482+08:00For those that matter:Becky's Farewell Dinner26th December 2006 Pagi Sore Indonesian Restaurant88/90 Telok Ayer Streetamandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-25774406292992151482006-12-11T02:31:00.000+08:002006-12-11T03:16:31.606+08:00I am now officially the messenger between 2 of my friends who broke up because of irreconciliable differences. I hate break-ups. I would do anything to prevent them. That being said, dissatisfaction is not that easy to repeal. I should know, I guess. It often gets me into Trouble.And now I question if it's just a self-constructed ilk of malcontent.If it's fair to let it unravel the pieces so amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-73125887321297194242006-12-10T00:44:00.000+08:002006-12-10T01:00:51.417+08:00But oh - today's a new day,And new days call for new tales.So away with brokeback males,And welcome the lovely lady Cheryl :] amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-81843111740447914402006-12-09T17:42:00.000+08:002006-12-09T17:56:47.953+08:00Some things are just so disturbing;Like a very brokeback Tony Tiger. amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-9555821186310672462006-12-08T18:40:00.000+08:002006-12-08T18:41:38.782+08:00amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-42531284951638948722006-12-08T02:42:00.000+08:002006-12-08T03:38:01.338+08:00 It's great having Cheryl back. So incredibly fucking great. Too bad the only picture I have of her is of her feet, because she doesn't feel too glamorous today. Lol. Her thongs are, though :]I bought three dresses yesterday. All of them were black. What can I say? It's the season for partying and therefore, Little Black Dress. Not that anyone saw my favorite one last night; a dress so innocuous amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-52429751960740083222006-12-06T02:45:00.000+08:002006-12-06T02:49:41.669+08:00 A3 crosses the Causeway for cheap food, cheap movies and cheap shoes!!amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-87043542235205223752006-12-05T03:12:00.000+08:002006-12-05T03:23:18.927+08:00Maybe I'll never ever know, maybe that's exactly why they recur. At times they come twinged with an extra lethal and prolonged bout of contemplation, but the conclusions drawn are oft the same: you're too dear to me, and you're leaving. Haha, laugh yourself silly all you want, and - it will just simply (and naturally) fade into memory as one of the many obscure and random jokes we share. :]amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-47285813708222504902006-12-05T01:17:00.000+08:002006-12-06T01:13:33.936+08:00It's already the 5th here, but doesnt matter; it's still 9am over there and you just turned 21!!! Have a gorgeous 4th December in California, babe. And eat some Hot Pockets for breakfast for me ok? Xoxo.amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-7484339407765910122006-12-03T01:42:00.000+08:002006-12-04T01:30:35.844+08:00Decision Analysis.Objective Function: To select a destination that maximizes the utility of each family member, while minimizing its total cost.Subject to constraints: An aged grandmother who cannot travel for too long to places too cold (Korea), too hot (Thailand), too inaccessible (Indonesia), too polluted (Hongkong), too communist (China), too . . . (infinite series} . . . An impovertized amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-16144433506082777052006-12-02T04:21:00.000+08:002006-12-02T04:24:47.803+08:00Qinmei's birthday was a long, long time ago. (Feels like forever??) But it took me all of reading week and all of the first week of exams to get this from Carol. Lol, yearps. That's how hard A3 girls study.amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-40496616091109885352006-12-02T02:09:00.001+08:002006-12-03T02:29:33.639+08:00Space Cowboy says:babeSpace Cowboy says:i think u are stressedYeh, I was. I was in crazy, defeatist mode. But I took a look at the past year papers and it's not all that un-do-able. Even though it's ironically disastrous that the LAST chapter of the NUS syllabus is the FIRST chapter of the Bocconi one. So yes, put together all the macroeconomic knowledge I've acquired over the past year, and I amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-30613161688433782872006-12-01T21:06:00.000+08:002006-12-01T21:09:40.321+08:00Investments AnalysisHuman Resource Management.Chinese Tradition.Management Science.Reproductive Health.Macro-econo-fuck*face*shit-mics.amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-62845761537008052662006-11-30T09:51:00.000+08:002006-11-30T09:57:42.201+08:00S I G H ; morose is the world.A stye or hordeolum is an inflammation of the sebaceous glands at the base of the eyelashes. They are harmless but can be very painful. They are generally caused by a Staphylococcus bacteria infection. The stye may form on either the inside or outside of the eyelid. Mine happens to be of the internal sort (internal hordeolum) which is tender and may show external redamandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-90071376930005665802006-11-29T16:37:00.000+08:002006-11-29T21:46:37.251+08:00Haha. He forgot me today. Literally. As in like, he forgot I came to school with him, was taking the same paper in the same hall with him, and just left while I was in the ladies because he also forgot he said he'd wait for me. Lol, I know; it sounds absurd. Haha. and my brains must be fried sunny side-up two times over because other than a tinge of indignance and mortification, I'm absolutely okamandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-30450188530634256132006-11-28T04:57:00.000+08:002006-11-28T05:01:54.780+08:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY KENNETH!!!!!YOU WITH THE PHYSIOGAMY OF A BARBARIAN,BUT I LOVE YOU ANYWAYS.P.S. Will you just stop being such a wuss? amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-58133632782264921072006-11-27T03:09:00.000+08:002006-11-27T03:18:48.070+08:00Okay. I haven't touched Biology since I was 18. And most definitely have not replicated a drawing of the ovaries and testes ever since then. Well, this module takes a step further and sadistically informs on the 101 ways a woman's body can malfunction. Like galactorrhea which is excessive lactation even when you aren't preggies. Or hirsutism where you get spots of thick, dark hair growing in amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-73581454022592786742006-11-26T11:13:00.000+08:002006-11-26T19:52:56.043+08:00I *Heart* Breakfasts with Moms and Pops!They love me, I love them more, and they love me most. We were tossing around ideas for a short vacation in December.My Mom says we all need a break, but my Dad says he's broke and ready to sell the house.My Mom wants scenery, culture and sightseeing while my Dad just wants a beach and sun.My Mom also confessed that she looks forward to brushing her teeth amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-50866466255117699572006-11-26T08:11:00.000+08:002006-11-26T11:13:27.148+08:00Newsflash: Amandina* swamped amidst her struggle to make sense of the world, defeated - figuratively - by the responsibilities of having to keep an eyeball firmly on the brother while sticking a leg out for the sister to ensure she doesn't run off and grow up too quickly. On the other side of the fulcrum, her self-fulfilling needs of maintaining a respectable grade and the freedom to indulge amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-2515550395439062582006-11-25T10:16:00.000+08:002006-11-25T11:53:01.466+08:00Every day this week, I've had the fortune of waking up in the mornings, going down to the kitchenette to make coffee, and finding a metal tin on the table, its contents a daily surprise. Sometimes it's peanut butter cookies. Sometimes it's of an unidentifiable-but-still-yummy sort. Today it's wafers. This is exam welfare at its best and I love Eusoff Welfare. This season, they've cut across the amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-86473805846249718952006-11-23T16:57:00.001+08:002006-11-23T22:40:10.495+08:00He disclaims first, "no particular reference to anyone", then shows me a YouTube 'PMS Survival Tips' video. A little while later, I was bitching about women being very troublesome, historically speaking that is. Voting rights, footbinding, subordination, emancipation. . . And he says, "to be safe, I have no comments". Lol, he's getting to know me more, and I'm liking the humor more too.amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-23841649306649404262006-11-22T00:21:00.000+08:002006-11-22T00:26:06.727+08:00There is, open somewhere, a register in which time is being inscribed. It waits for none, and emotions flow along with it. Exams notwithstanding. That's all I have to say; that it feels hollow.amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-37174945803072906142006-11-21T06:14:00.000+08:002006-11-21T06:34:02.298+08:00I'm so hyper.I cannot sleep!!I talk to strangers too.I ask the good people at 7-11 where 7-11 is from,Because I've always wondered, but never got down to googling it.I also just went down to make coffee,And ran into someone who asked me to join him and his girlfriend for breakfast.Update: Oh, it's not his girlfriend. And he just asked me out, I think?? He came a-knocking on my door. With sausagesamandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-59815707404711662612006-11-20T05:30:00.000+08:002006-11-20T05:56:38.129+08:00I'm still in my Post-Paper-Winding-Down-Phase. Seriously, Investments was so bad and our faces reflected it. Any glum face in the Bizad canteen on Saturday was likely to have been a victim of FNA3102. Which is actually a small proportion of the sum total of faces, come to think of it. The canteen was swarming. It didn't occur to me that it must be due to a spillover effect from the closure of Theamandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-42322784348363684902006-11-17T02:18:00.000+08:002006-11-17T02:20:45.627+08:00piqued-a-pooh.amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-23726017635398449882006-11-16T15:29:00.000+08:002006-11-17T21:54:10.792+08:00Our presentation today rocked!!! :] :] :]I have so much to be thankful for!!!!! :] And oh! The Daddy Dearest too!Re: You have a demanding daughter. Lol, God Bless You!!Dear Dad, a little administration stuff.1. I would like this to be printed in colour, on glossy paper preferably. It's due Friday, so hopefully I can send it to you bytomorrow afternoon, so you can print it on A4 for me? Thank you.amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-10990451564586376332006-11-15T11:27:00.000+08:002006-11-15T11:34:15.140+08:00No, to answer everybody who has been asking, no, we're not together. Haha. I'm too busy studying and working on projects that ought to have been due earlier if the tutor was considerate enough and loving the little things he does that he probably thinks I don't notice, but I do :] Non c'e problema, life's good.amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-59692696580495784012006-11-14T11:19:00.000+08:002006-11-14T11:25:03.669+08:00If caffeine is my drug of choice, then I'm literally indulging myself silly in a cocktail of drugs. I have 5 different types at my disposal: Nescafe Original 3-in-1, Nescafe Original 2-in-1, Nescafe Rich 3-in-1, Old Town Classic Ipoh White Cafe 3-in-1 and Old Town Classic Ipoh White Cafe 2-in-1. Depending on how fat I feel, or on how hungry I am, or simply on what my mood is, I mix-and-match. amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-11080798130289839182006-11-14T00:44:00.000+08:002006-11-14T06:07:25.111+08:00I'M IN SCHOOL. DOING PROJECT. AND YOU KNOW WHY? BECAUSE MY PROJECT MATE HAS BEEN KNOWN TO COMPLETELY DELETE AN EXCHANGE STUDENT'S CONTRIBUTION TO THE PROJECT AND THEN REPORTED TO THE TUTOR, SAYING HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING. AND NOW I'M FUCKING WORRIED BECAUSE SHE'S COMPLETELY REWRITING MY PART AND BECAUSE I'M NOT QUITE THE FINANCE WHIZ, IT WOULD SEEM LIKE I CONTRIBUTED LITTLE. FUCK. FUCKKKK.I'm so amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-8985125650255379782006-11-12T20:16:00.000+08:002006-11-13T05:42:17.307+08:00I had a thought suddenly; that soulmates are a perpetuated myth. There are so many rights for everybody in the world; it is through the rites of time and happenstance that people fall in love everyday. Think of all the magical ways people meet; across a crowded room, at the intersection of a busy junction, at the mamak shop downstairs. . . It has got so much to do with chance, so how can amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-27510362228034109232006-11-12T10:06:00.000+08:002006-11-12T10:15:43.936+08:00Because my verbal score Says I am to be a poet. Hah.The skies are blue today, And I just had breakfastWith the Mother and the PopsAnd -OHMYGODDDDDDDDDDDD..It's so goood to be back in halll.With my nice red bedsheets..And quirkily whirringgggg fans,And brightbrightbright lights,So unlike the romantic lighting,My Dad insists on back home.And the artful mess on my desk.Uma Thurman, Audrey amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-34421626254678207222006-11-12T02:09:00.000+08:002006-11-12T06:43:26.541+08:00You, Me and the Rest of It.Describe your life, briefly.If you had to select the most important human emotion, what would it be?If you could give one thing to all the old people on earth, what would it be?If you were to recall the moment of your life when you felt the proudest of someone else, when would it be?Where do most of your fears come from?What do people like about you?amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-1163181960504318632006-11-11T01:55:00.000+08:002006-11-12T01:50:05.661+08:00"Go Directly to Jail!"Long-term Probabiltities.Peiyun . Karen . Wanhuaamandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-1163173308447710542006-11-10T23:33:00.000+08:002006-11-12T01:50:04.961+08:00Con Tutto il Cuore; Disperatamente.How can I miss you, when I just saw you this morning!?!?!?amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-1163040256754427352006-11-09T10:38:00.000+08:002006-11-12T01:50:04.149+08:00I love you so much; and you're good in wanting to do right. Not many good people left in this world. I only wish you were half as selfish as me. I would have given it up in an instant. But no matter what decision transpires, I love you still and I'll stand by you. God bless you, my little 'Nicolette'.amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-1162998133789600612006-11-08T22:57:00.000+08:002006-11-12T01:50:03.138+08:00We also got a B for Reproductive Health :[That aside, either diarrhoea is a very expensive ailment, or doctors these days are charging extra for doling out MCs. Hah; dozed off, slept through my test. I had to go down to West Coast and pay $25 to secure another shot at obtaining that 5%. Yes I know, I'm very anal about grades. Lol. Every % counts, okay. Productive day today! :] The good grade, theamandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-1162967418980211092006-11-08T14:29:00.000+08:002006-11-12T01:50:00.278+08:00We got an A for the Genealogy thang!!!!!! :] :]amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-1162938121287264272006-11-08T06:16:00.000+08:002006-11-12T01:49:59.328+08:00Whoa. I'm still up. I think my system is running on black foods. Like Oreos. And coffee. And Meiji black chocolate? That's pretty much what I've been eating the past 24 hours. I'm finally done with draft one of the Saatchi report. I love writing. I love editing. I could write forever. I even managed to turn my Keller Investment Funds case study into a mini essay. I miss Deb and Jiaying suddenly. amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-1162923471473598722006-11-08T02:14:00.000+08:002006-11-12T01:49:58.051+08:00officiallyPMSING.thankyouforwantingtobuymethosepeanutbutteroreosthough.:] :[ (i can't decide.)amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-1162758663730472692006-11-06T04:17:00.000+08:002006-11-12T01:49:55.596+08:00Keeping late hours is orthodox when you live on campus. But my recent bedtimes have taken on a life of their own and it has become comforting to fall asleep to sounds of birds chirping and buses rolling out of Kent Ridge Terminal. Efforts to correct this vicious cycle prove futile; for I know full well that simply by sleeping late enough, I have plentyyyy of time to accomplish what I need to amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-1162722145671634072006-11-05T18:02:00.000+08:002006-11-12T01:49:54.062+08:00To be honest, I feared for a minute that maybe he didn't get me. I was studying about the Chinese pilgrimage and fantasizing at 1000km/hour about one day making a trip to one of these sacred sites; Mount Tai maybe, with its 7000 steps leading to the summit, its slopes dotted with temples, inns, pilgrims and the occasional old woman with tiny, bound feet of pre-communist times. The Temple of The amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-1162659373098752062006-11-05T00:54:00.000+08:002006-11-12T01:49:50.547+08:00Yes, count me in on the Kim Chee Wave. While everybody has been rhapsodizing about Princess Hours, including Gill and my baby sister, I'm into this boy. He is so hawt!! And while we're on the topic of hot Korean men, I happen to think Yul on Survivor: Cook Islands is pretty fine too!!amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-1162617990176233622006-11-04T13:13:00.000+08:002006-11-12T01:49:49.633+08:00There's a really good article in Life!Design today, on People Park's Complex as 'a course of architectural experimentation' that has made Singapore 'the most impressive repository of realized architectural doctrines of the Sixties, a city-sized musuem'. It really does make you stop, and try and recall the Complex as we know it today; vague notions of it being somewhat tacky, right smack in the amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-1162499761768389492006-11-03T04:34:00.000+08:002006-11-12T01:49:48.118+08:00Tell me all about your day.So good to hear from you. Tell me bout your day.Feels good to speak to you.amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-1162447376554404832006-11-02T14:02:00.000+08:002006-11-12T01:49:44.034+08:00 Never frown when you're down,You never know who's falling in love with your smile. amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-1162394311513709902006-11-01T23:17:00.000+08:002006-11-12T01:49:42.390+08:00I Will Not Be The Same As I Was When I Was Yours says:our dear kenneth doing a rendition of spirit fingers from the movie Bring It On amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-1162381341139789972006-11-01T19:39:00.000+08:002006-11-12T01:46:28.232+08:00You know, I really really want an iBook.Do you know it takes pictures? I didn't know that! I look fairly hideous here;It's more or less related to when YIH starts opening 24 hours.Now you understand what I mean when I say I feel ugly.Lol. Xoxo.amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-1162216188879854142006-10-30T21:41:00.000+08:002006-11-12T01:46:27.595+08:00Get this; I'm royalty! According to the jia pu, my ancestor was the Emperor's (illegitimate) grandson. The story goes like this: Zhou Zhao Wang, the Emperor's son, went hunting and passed by a place called Wang San. He met a woman and conferred upon her the title Wang Sang Fu Ren. She later gave birth to a baby who, upon birth, had both fists clenched tightly. They refused to open for 3 days, andamandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-1162200998026219792006-10-30T17:33:00.000+08:002006-11-12T01:46:27.080+08:00 Lol. Shots of shiny, happy, inebriated girls are still arriving in my inbox everyday. amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-1162120065641039042006-10-29T19:01:00.000+08:002006-11-12T01:46:25.798+08:00Liwern came over last night, (yes, we celebrated Halloween amidst teh-o-ping and chicken wings) and we literally Simpang-ed the whole night away. It was so nice catching up with her, even though she couldn't have been more than 100m away from me in Eusoff throughout the entire (very hectic) week. THEN I DROVE HER HOME!!!!! BY MYSELF!!!! Even though I kinda panicked when I realized I needed to amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-1162031857928328392006-10-28T18:36:00.000+08:002006-11-12T01:46:25.121+08:00I counted, and I'm priorita di quarto.It's probably not premeditated and I don't want to sound silly. But I cannot sit around forever and listen to sweet little nothings that sometimes really are nothings. I somewhat feel like I'm shortchanging myself, and I love myself far too much for that. Coming in fourth just annoys me so.amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-1161963828669500552006-10-27T23:35:00.000+08:002006-11-12T01:46:23.344+08:00My project mate is going mushy on me. Maybe it's just because I've been used to doing projects the Bizad way. Or maybe it's because I have personal vested interests in the Genealogy project. Either way, it's nice to receive a text saying, "Hey. Really appreciated the work you've done. To be honest, I'm very impressed. Man, where did you get some of the sources? Thanks Amanda. You're a blessing." amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-1161858647350350642006-10-26T18:24:00.000+08:002006-11-12T01:46:21.996+08:00Presentation's over; this week's been incredibly exhausting. Where's the love?amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-1161713459807003662006-10-25T01:42:00.000+08:002006-11-12T01:46:21.007+08:00Words of Wisdom.Extracted from The Carnal Prayer Mat(Believe it or not; this Chinese erotic work of fiction is my tutorial reading.)When treated as medicine, sex relieves us from pent-up emotion, but when treated as food it gravely depletes our semen and blood. . . In the case of ginseng and aconite, the genuine variety is the superior one while the local product brings no benefit; whereas with amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-1161676595196177602006-10-24T15:47:00.000+08:002006-11-12T01:46:20.369+08:00Some moments in life are almost divine. Like when a simple comment gently sets a cerebral pendulum into motion, and you realize that the world is really quite the perfect place. The sum of all matter in perfect symphony; The forces between all opposites in perfect complement. It makes me go all fuzzy inside, knowing that I'm from Venus and you're from Mars. And that's why we attract. :]amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-1161618508660810042006-10-24T01:23:00.000+08:002006-11-12T01:46:19.694+08:00My ancestors will be horrified if they could only see me now. I'm sitting cross-legged on the floor, cigarette in hand, flipping through the family tree, trying to decide which style of presentation they used a thousand years ago. I think it's the pagoda style; assuming a pagoda is what I think it is. It doesn't help that just half an hour ago, I had to make an emergency call to Zongxuan to ask amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-1161553325029066142006-10-23T05:39:00.000+08:002006-11-12T01:46:18.226+08:00Paper done. First draft uploaded into IVLE and whoopedoo, I'm off to bed! Yes, the new hair is nice. And yes, I'm a happy girl! :] :] Xoxoxo.amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-1161537093726215342006-10-23T01:09:00.000+08:002006-11-12T01:46:16.920+08:003 hours into writing my paper, I have a few complaints.My acrylic nails hurt. Me think I need to remove them before mugging fever hits. Or I'll be nail-less in no time. My acrylic nails will break and rip off my real nails along with them.Why can't the good folks at the library just scan everything into pdf files and create a real digital library, huh? Lazy suckers.amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-1161520140530949072006-10-22T20:23:00.000+08:002006-11-12T01:46:16.437+08:00Perfect sincerity and transparency make a great part of beauty, As in dewdrops, lakes, and diamonds.- Henry David Thoreau, "Journal" I visit Norman Tam's [album] regularly, and his little lady is lovely. I cannot wait to havemy own daughter, and I will so exceed my bandwidth with love-stained photographs of her.amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-1161516607171884812006-10-22T19:05:00.000+08:002006-11-12T01:46:15.586+08:00When the earliest stirrings of interest dawned, I confessed to my closest friends amidst a flurry of desperate "You can't laugh and you can't tell anybody"s. The response then was already dismal. Those who knew him told me that we were on different wavelengths and that he wasn't what I was looking for - aka the devotional loverboy that would be able to pander to my every whim and fancy. But time amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-1161446450118993642006-10-21T23:55:00.000+08:002006-11-12T01:46:15.019+08:00Yay!!! I finally got my resume and cover letter for Tata Internship out. Maybe now my academic life can take on some semblance of actually being academic in nature. I especially owe dinners to: Zh for helping me with practically everything, Kenneth for deftly twisting truths to make myself sound better on paper and Shane for helping me proofread with a lawyer's fine eye for detail. amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-1161378137230943392006-10-21T04:48:00.000+08:002006-11-12T01:46:14.506+08:00Because the intricacies of hall gossip mills scare me, and because too many people seem to find my life fodder for interest, therefore I somewhat feel a need to enshroud this post in another big blanket of ambiguity. The beautiful happened. The saccharines spoken. And best of all, I believed in my heart of hearts every bit of it. No surprises here; his realness was what I fell for. (And just to amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-1161309746846483192006-10-20T10:01:00.000+08:002006-11-12T01:46:13.479+08:00*Breathes* :] :] :] :] :] Okay, no time to update; 5 smilies will suffice for now. Laters!amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-1161197443979664832006-10-19T02:37:00.000+08:002006-11-12T01:46:12.901+08:00Listening to: Someone to Love - Babyface and Jon BBecause I'm listening to all the songs categorized under "Darling" in My Music, I'm in a sentimental music-related mood. "Darling" isn't for any one particular person, but it's a precious collection of my favorite picks. And most of them are about love; tunes to be shared with loved ones. It's almost perfect now, apart from an incomplete version amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-1161108826565057082006-10-18T02:07:00.000+08:002006-11-12T01:46:11.566+08:00Because I think I'm The Goddess, I always tell myself that no one's going to control my life. When James started to nag about the smoking, I would get fucking pissed off and launch into yet another of my emotional tirades. But somehow, somehow - Ha. Ha. Someone's withholding my pack of fags from me! And I think it's sweet! (Hello, Amanda!?!? *Knock, knock*) To be fair, I did say I wanted to cut amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487190.post-1160923049508401252006-10-15T22:31:00.000+08:002006-11-12T01:46:10.972+08:00My Lovable Engs; Priscilla, Calvin, Nat and Me!amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111944663707400330noreply@blogger.com0