A Birthday With The Dudes




A cake from Onnions. We were at Yishun Safra for our KTV session the night before the night before my birthday and I was presented with this little delight.

Don't judge a book by it's blog, I am not as popular as you think. So when I was presented with the first ever birthday cake that someone other than my family got for me, I really was touched.

I'm serious. Touched.



See?



Thanks, Onnions!

And on the eve of my birthday, the dudes came over for a gambling session.







Here's June.

Funny story, really. My dad was at home that night, and apparently, two of my friends, one of which was June, poked their head in, and got scared off by him. Literally. From what my dad said, they took off upon seeing him. He had to chase them to the lift and drag them back into my house.

Not the first time my dad's scared off guys. Bwahahahahahaha. The other time happened in Taiwan's XiMenDing, where the cute guy trying to pick me up took off when my dad, who was standing next to me, turned his head and stared daggers at him.

Anyways, back to the topic, Lazy got me a Swensen's ice cream cake.




Dude in white on the left is the other one who ran away when he saw my dad.





This sweetheart dropped by after midnight, and talked for awhile before he left.



And because the rest were playing mahjong, and mahjong took so long, Hock fell asleep.



Poor guy. Guard duty all the way!

And that, folks, was how I spent my birthday.

Trivia Of The Day


Was watching the original High School Musical show just now, and I found out something interesting.

The Wildcats basketball team members, for some reason, routinely changes numbers with everyone else. Take for example, throughout the show, the lead character, Troy, was number 4, then 14, then 10, then 14 again.

The most obvious one was a short part during the last song, when a dude was 6, then 11, then 00, then 6 again, in less than 5 seconds.

And just for that piece of trivia, I am now sick of the song they were singing. All in this together or something.

Bah.

Whose Little Ball Is This?




Little Ball loves his little baths. Ain't he cute?

CNY Day 1

Pictures from my second reunion dinner at my maternal grandmama's house.




I have no idea why the kid was there.







The informal 全家福

Reunion Dinner Celebrations


Photos from the celebrations from my paternal grandma's house.



Grandmama and Grandpapa with their great-grandchildren.





I usually don't post double photos of the same scene, but Chloe's many different faces are too cute not to.



*EDITED 29/01/2009 8.25pm*

Some unknownunknownunknown guy wanted me to insert the photos for years 2006-2007 as well.





*END EDIT*

So we did a Ngoh Hiong generation photo last year with Grandmama and the two preggos...



This year, we caught Grandpapa slipping out for his card game and dragged him back into the room for this photo. Notice that there are no more preggos and two more babies in the photo.



As it was my birthday the very next day, My Godmother and Leeling jiejie had a cake made for me. The evil Leeling jiejie had the number 22 printed all over it, so I couldn't deny that I was no longer 21.









Little Ball wants a photo with his auntie Jazzy too.




Little Ball and his KIM POH!!!!! Also my mother.

For links to other photos and videos from the Ngoh Hiongs' blogs, visit -

Zhizhong korkor's blog
Cudas' blog
Yihui's blog
Chloe's blog
Zayden's blog

For a slight scale of just how many people, how noisy and how warm it can get at every reunion dinner at the Ngoh Hiong house, check out the videos uploaded on Zhizhong korkor's blog first. We usually have all 3 tables in the living room in the past years, but this year we got too lazy to move the third table out to the living room.

I hope to spend all my reunion dinners in this house with my loving family in future.

............


I can't put into words how disappointed I am in you.

These few days without seeing you will really give me the time to have a rethink about this relationship of ours.

And After All That


.. you had the audacity to call it my fault for taking you at your word in that you'd be finishing early.

Okay.

I'm done.

Do your worst to me now.

The only thing other than numbness you can make me feel now is anger. So if you don't want to be talking to an empty shell, please pick quarrels with me. Be as unreasonable as possible. Make me feel at least something, anything, again.

I Love The Sax Part




Diana Krall, everybody.

Fresh Air Cove Never Felt So Cold


... it's no longer my birthday.

Actually, I'm Numb.


As with the numbness from pain and sadness, I feel numb in place of happiness. So I can't actually tell if I'm happy or sad anymore.

On Saturday, which was the eve before reunion dinner, I was reprimanded fiercely by him when he confronted me about inviting people to my place to gamble after reunion dinner. It'd be my birthday after midnight, and I really wanted to spend it with somebody. He had told me prior to that day that he would be spending the night at his house, and the message was reinforced when his relatives told him to stay and he nodded.

So ultimately, the message sent across was that despite knowing that he won't be with me for my birthday, I cannot call anyone else, in case he later "peng weh" and said that he only said maybe to staying at home. So for his maybe, I should stay at home alone on my birthday and not have any activities on my own.

Not as if he'd plan anything for me. Pfft.

I had thought that since we'd both be so busy for the CNY (if you haven't noticed, my birthday this year falls on the same day as the first day of CNY), he'd plan somehting for me the Saturday before (which was the day his family, for some reason, held a pre-reunion dinner consisting of more people that the reunion dinner itself, also the day I was reprimanded fiercely by him).

Apparently I was asking for the sky. Because he slept til 5pm, blamed me for not waking him earlier so he can go and buy socks, and we went straight to his house where I played the part of a vase for a few hours while he played mahjong.

While we were arguing, I pointed out the fact that since he was so angry at me for meeting other people during my birthday, he should've planned something for Saturday instead. He gave a ton of excuses why it wasn't done on Saturday, and then very angrily said that he planned for Sunday night, AFTER the reunion dinner.

So, ok. I cancelled plans with my friends that night. He came, and you know what his plans were?

Watch TV.

He called my friends at the last minute (the ones I cancelled with for him) to come, and bought a Swensen's ice cream cake for me. Pardon me for not being estatic for the first Swensen's ice cream cake someone ever bought for me, but I'd begged for that cake for 2 years before it happened. So I was kind of expecting it already.

And they spent the night gambling while I watched TV.

So today, he said he might be coming over after visiting relatives, to spend my birthday with me. When I asked him why, he simply said "Because you want, mah. "

So literally it means that he actually didn't want to spend my birthday with me, but that he would come because I'd want him to.

Fine. Don't bother yourself with trivial matters such as my birthday. I don't want you to do anything anymore.

And just in case he gave me trouble for finding entertainment and activities for myself again, I didn't plan anything today for after visiting my grandma's. And what do I get?

5 hours, alone in my room, doing nothing, don't dare to wash off makeup in case he wants to meet, absolutely no news from him at all.

Happy Birthday... to me.

Happy Birthday


..... to me.



Not that it was a sad one. This was what my brothers Onnion and Benny sang (wailed mainly, Benny was drunk) for KTV last night. I'd like to think it was for me.

Anyway, YAY~!

I'm 21 (again)! I'm gonna be 21 for the next... 4 years.

Resentment


I hate you for doing this to me.

After everything, all you have to do is to dust off your ass and walk away, or while the day away in some corner where you don't see my pain.

I don't have this privilege. I don't get to walk away. I get to feel the pain first-hand. This bloody, gnashing, ripping myself out pain, just because I am me.

And after all that, you're still so insensitive toward my feelings, as if I can forget about it. Pushing my self esteem to way below zero, making me feel more worthless than each day before, by subtly dropping hints that nobody else would ever want me if you leave me. Making me feel as un-special, as common as any other common girl you see on the street. Worthless. Worthless to you.

If I want to, I can have a million other complaints about you. But I don't see the point in posting here anymore. I don't see the point in letting people know that you control my emotions with the corners of your lips. I just don't see the point anymore.

I hate you for letting me rot and fester inside.

Fulfilling


I know the title is so totally out of whack with the previous entry's title, but it's about two entirely different matters, okay.

Many things done today.

Took the birds out for feather clipping alone. Walked from home to the parrot shop at 900+ area and back, and then some more. Now I have blisters in between my toes where the rubber of my slippers contacted with my feet.



Anyways, I felt real bad when Cash gave the guy who was clipping her flight feathers a nip and he bled. A lot. He tried to put back together Cash's carrier and got his blood all over it. But then again, I did tell him to use the cloth to cover Cash's head when he did the clipping, but he didn't listen. Bah.

I worked for a little when I got home, and let Mika play on the table where I sat at. Big mistake.



One. Mika is too adorable not to pay attention to. Also, he kept coming over and nudging my finger with his head, asking for a tickle.

How to concentrate like that?

And two,



... there's a reason why Mika's nickname is called "Tyrant" and "Destroyer". He threatened to bite Mandy whenever she came near, and when not begging to be tickled, went about destroying my documents.



But still, so cute. So cute.

Cash was incredibly pek-chek with me for the whole day because she felt molested (by the dude who clipped her flight feathers for her). Wouldn't even let me touch her without threatening to bite.

I cleaned out both their cages in time for CNY. Methinks new toys are in order.

Other than playing with the birdies today, I irritated the hell out of Tracy.















My baby loves me. Hehe.

Also, after the Lazy got home from work, we went with my mom to FarEastFlora to shop for CNY flowers. Mom went crazy and bought many many flowers, ALL of them Orchids. And I, being the usual non-conformist, went ahead and bought Petunias. I don't usually buy potted plants, but these were so sweet, I couldn't resist.



They're circled in yellow.

So yeah, fruitful and fulfilling day.

Unfulfilling


You just need money. Lots of money to keep you happy. You don't need a fulfilling relationship. If you had money you'd be in an unfulfilling marriage now. Just-throw-money-at-her-and-she'll-shut-up kind of marriage.

You just need a rainbow to chase, any rainbow, to take you away from the here and the now. You spend your life chasing rainbows and doing what other people tell you to do, composing yourself of what people tell you to be.

Au contraire, I don't need the money. I need to fulfillment. I don't want to be stuck in a stagnant place, where nothing out of the ordinary happens. Even Harvest Moon is less monotonous than this, and Harvest Moon is the most monotonous game I've played.

We spend the days facing our seperate computers or handheld devices, no longer talking. You used to be so sweet, texting me several times a day, even when you're busy. Now you don't bother to until you're coming back and want me to open the door for you.

I guess the texting me a lot and making me feel loved part was because there was the threat of me leaving you for someone else. I was this close to leaving you. When there is no prospect of me leaving, you go back to being stagnant. So, in order to feel loved, I should threaten to leave every few months?

Not that I actually care anymore. All this up down up down, I seriously can't be bothered to even care if you're texting me anymore, much less care about the quality time we're spending together (i.e. none). I am not a balloon, you know. When I want to fly, you hold on to the string tightly. A few days later, when I run out of helium and just hover a few inches above the ground, you let go of the string and leave me to hover aimlessly, knowing that I can never fly again.

If you don't quite care about the fulfillment, neither shall I. I shan't keep my mind in check, I'll probably just let it wander until it reaches wherever it finds fulfillment.

So ... yeah. Back to square........ ah whatever.

The Starfish Story


Once upon a time, there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his work.

One day, as he was walking along the shore, he looked down the beach and saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He smiled to himself at the thought of someone who would dance to the day, and so, he walked faster to catch up.

As he got closer, he noticed that the figure was that of a young man, and that what he was doing was not dancing at all. The young man was reaching down to the shore, picking up small objects, and throwing them into the ocean.

He came closer still and called out "Good morning! May I ask what it is that you are doing?"

The young man paused, looked up, and replied "Throwing starfish into the ocean."

"I must ask, then, why are you throwing starfish into the ocean?" asked the somewhat startled wise man.

To this, the young man replied, "The sun is up and the tide is going out. If I don't throw them in, they'll die."

Upon hearing this, the wise man commented, "But, young man, do you not realize that there are miles and miles of beach and there are starfish all along every mile? You can't possibly make a difference!"

At this, the young man bent down, picked up yet another starfish, and threw it into the ocean. As it met the water, he said, "It made a difference for that one."

- Loren Eiseley (1907 - 1977)

You don't have to wait until you're highly educated with a lot of degrees on your wall. You can make a difference wherever you are in life. Never believe the lie that you are insignificant, you never know; you could have saved a life today with a simple smile or a kind word.

Keep making a difference, one starfish at a time.

People


I don't want your money, I want your sincerity.

I don't need material things that you can buy, I want just your companionship.

If you can show me that you can and will go to lengths for me, I dare not even mention great, you know I will do the same, if not more.

Love, and friendship, is not about expensive bags and shoes and things that money can buy. To some people I know who value money far more than a life of someone or something that doesn't affect them, this may not be true, but screw you.

I know how easy it is to use money/gifts as a replacement for love and friendship. You'd think it's hard because you have to work for the money to buy the gifts, but earning money is never harder than being honestly and consistantly sincere in wanting happiness for the other party.

I don't need expensive cars or houses, or even phones and cameras. I simply ask for your sincerity.

It's not just about getting off your ass and organizing even a simple outing, much less an overseas trip that I know is never coming, and stay standing instead of sitting right back on your ass and staying there for the next few years before getting up to do something sincere again.

I know I'm asking for the sky, but people, if I can do it, despite realizing the futility, so can you.

Baby Toys Day


I was walking around AMK Hub the other day, and passed by the baby section on the second floor. Couldn't resist buying a couple of toys for the kids (more excuse for me to go play with them) and here are the pictures.

And yes! I finally get a couple of shots together with Little Ball! But the lighting wasn't good, so they came out blur. Still...


My favourite shot of the day.



I look damn maternal.



I love Little Ball~



But Little Ball apparently loves his uncle Lazy more than me. Ggrrr *jealous*

After awhile when uncle Lazy went to work (at 2pm on a Saturday afternoon. Thanks ah, whoever happily spoilt the server on a weekend Lazy and I have together.), Little Ball and his mummy decided to go over to Little Sweetie Pie's place with me to play with her.



Apparently Little Ball's learnt something new. It's call "tia-chu" (tear down the house in Hokkien).



He keeps pulling out the numbers and chewing on them. Must be teething. Little Sweetie Pie already has 2 teeth out already!


"Mummy, korkor tia-chu! How?"

Little Sweetie Pie tells her korkor not to tia her chu.




"Good boy, don't tear down my house already ok?"



Little Sweetie Pie.



So sweet little girl~





Little Sweetie Pie confiscates Little Ball's number 8.



At this point, my camera ran out of juice, so I had to use my phone for the rest of the pictures.



If you look closely, you can see the pontianak in the mirror in the above picture. She appears to be holding a phone and taking pictures of the.... Hey!


Pontianak x 2

Since Little Sweetie Pie confiscated his number 8, Little Ball went for a smaller, bite-sized number 6.




This is why I love Little Ball. He gives me great shots!

I know this is a very obvious thing to say, but Little Sweetie Pie looks like an incredible mixture of her mummy and daddy.



For some reason, Little Sweetie Pie got hold of yet another straw wrapper.







Who will win this tug-of-war? Will it be the bigger sized and rougher Little Ball, or the feisty Little Sweetie Pie?


Moral of the story: Don't underestimate girls.

Little Ball talks animatedly with Little Sweetie Pie.




I just love it when Little Ball's mummy has a hard time keeping him away from Little Sweetie Pie.

What Happened At Christmas


Random Squark: This post's pictures was posted entirely by name. Which means I looked up the name of the file, went to my pictures folder to see if it was the one I wanted to post, then came back to post it. See how much I love you guys?



Se we had a Christmas Present opening session at home with my family on Christmas Eve.




Messy.

My presents:


Lazy bought this while we were at the airport with Cookie.


For some reason Mom thinks it's funny to get me a baby doll.


From my sister, who had booked a pyjama party movie session on Boxing Day.


From the Lazy. It's a doggie bracelet from Swarovski.

For my sister,







For the Lazy:


From my mom


Also from mom as a joke





From me. Lazy was looking for this because apparently it was out of season, or something, and the shirt wasn't being sold anymore. I had this shipped from *country name erased*.


It came in like this.

Thus ends Christmas Eve.

We has a present exchanging session with the sweet Anthony as well.

This is what we got him -



It's a radio. The nipples are the dials. I still can't believe he walked around the house like that and even went to show his mother. Cute, lah.

This is what he got for us -



South park plushies, each with a lovable message inside.



How lovable. That's Kyle's voice on Kenny, by the way. I think the makers, after obtaining Kyle's voice, got lazy and decided to use it on all four of their plush toys. Which means all of them are saying the exact thing in the exact voice.

The plush toys came in a doggie bag that Anthony had.



Second hand, but perfect for my Tracy! Yay~

He gave Lazy this plastic figurine



Which came in this bag that he had too.



It's a talking bobble-head thingy, whatever that may mean. When Lazy pulls out a strip of plastic on the underneath, this Kenny has a lot to say when anyone touches him. But, being the typical Kenny, we couldn't understand a word he's saying. After awhile he got annoying and we had to put the plastic strip back and put him back into the packaging.

So after all the presents exchange, it was boxing day.



The pyjama party my sister gave me, remember?

It was at GV for Adam Sandler's Bedtime Stories.



Queing up for the Aussino blankie which ran out way before we got to the line.







Some families even had kids dress up from top to toe. Which includes plushies, and furry bunny slippers.

GV provided hot chocolate, marshmellows, cookies and popcorn for this promotion.



It was surreal when we got to the inside of the cinema. The advertisements had started, so it was quite dark. There were rows upon rows upon rows of people - clad in pyjamas.

Was fun.



We were the first to leave after the show. I think we scared some of the coffee bean patrons in the basement when we happily walked past in our pyjamas.

And here's how we spent the new year countdown.



I aoologise for the blurry-ness. I'd just come out from an air con room, and the lens apparently fogged over. And yes, that's June playing mahjong with my friends.

Something's Wrong With Photobucket

I had thought it was just a minor problem when the pictures, when uploaded, didn't load properly when the upload was finished.

In SL speak, the pictures were loaded, but for some reason did not "rezz". The display did not show and I couldn't find the exact picture I wanted to post here unless I rove my mouse above the blank space that is the picture, thus showing the picture name, and look for it in my pictures folder to see if it's the one I want to post.

Which is infuriating, considering the amount of pictures I have to post since Christmas.

Anybody has a better idea of where else I can host my pictures without it imageshacking* on me?

*imageshacking: ImageShack. Where all my pictures disappeared. Don't believe me? Check my super early posts.

Christmas At The Barrage


Firstly, due to the overwhelming responses to my previous Marina Barrage photos, and the countless people asking me how to go, I shall leave directions here.

For car drivers: go to Marina Bay. You know where there used to be a whole row of coffeeshops all for steamboats? Well, it's right next to that row. When you reach Marina Bay, watch out for directional signs; it'll direct you there.

For public transport: Get a cab.

Warning: Will be crowded during weekends and public holidays.

I was there with a couple of my friends on the 25th for a picnic. It was CROWDED! We risked getting trampled on by kites.




Onn


Lulu


Benny


Lazy


Aku



The kites. This was only a small portion, as I don't have wide-angle lenses for my shitty L700 digicam.




This one can kill.

What we had for our picnic.






Look at the hand, not the face.


Chocolate fondue

It was a non-smoking facility, but that didn't deter our smoke machines Lazy, Benny and Onn. Spoil my picnic, would you.



As per the previous Marina Barrage post, this one also got wedding pictures!



I lugged along the mini chocolate fondue set that Lazy got for me.







And, like every outing I attend, there has to be crazy people.

















Aaand a group photo...





Back to the crazies. We saw almost every group do this jumping thingy, and because we like to be popular, we copied too.







Super tired from all that jumping.



And that, folks, was how I spent my Christmas Day.

Something's Wrong


Seriously confused. Seriously don't know what went wrong, except that I have perhaps one brother less.

Don't know whether if it's something I did or something out of my control. But the sudden change in attitude has me baffled.

I thought the people around me were adults, who can and will communicate when they're not happy with something, or if they encounter problems with our platonic friendship. Unfortunately, I think I'm wrong.

For some reason, I'm not angry at him.

I'm glad for the times and things that passed between us, and I hope you enjoy a better future without my companionship.

Goodbye, perhaps.

...



我最讨厌别人盖我电话。


So we're even.

Hmph.