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I've had a valuable week. Last weekend was relaxing, totting around Vivo City and gobbling Carl's Junior which filled me up till night.

I feel that I haven't been doing much projects as I'm suppose to and despite knowing the deadlines and how close they are, I'm just still bumping around and doing it bit by bit, halfway here and there. It's disgusting! I'm so embarrassed by my poor disciplinary level. But seriously, the thought of projects and integrated assignments are just silencing me. You know, you want to do it but you don't want to. It's makes you go arghhhhhhhhh urghhhhhhhhhh and then, you sleep it off.

The weather has been fantastic. The pangs of sleepiness never fail to dawn on me. Classrooms, lecture halls and everywhere is cold. Throw me a blanket, a pillow or two and leave me alone. That aside, the weather has caused floods and it's a new sight to see. My school's really lousy. We've got leaking walls, flooded offices and a gushing waterfall from a light bulb at one of the busiest food eatery. WHAT?!

Rain's really bad. When it pours, it floods.

Anyway, I managed to squeeze in time to catch Paranormal Activity on a lovely Tuesday night with the girlfriends. Tickets are way cheaper on this day, so why not? If you have seen the movie trailer, then the show doesn't come as scary. In fact, it wasn't teeth-gritting-at-your-seat's-edge kind of horror. The beginning was a drag and I nearly dosed off. But the capture of a few shocking scenes did a little justice to the movie.

I was expecting something like Exorcist, but it wasn't. The whole movie was on a budget and the camera wasn't those steady on the scene kind.

My friend joked that she felt more of motion sickness than scared. Haha!

If you have the extra cash to spend, go and watch it. If not, save it for 2012 or something else.

Just a couple of days back, I attend "Dialogue in the Dark" (originated from Germany), which is basically living the life of a blind. We all got into a room completely pitched dark and were given a walking stick to aid in our movement. The hour long guided tour really inspired me and made me count my blessings a few hundred more times.

The initially feeling when I stepped into the dark, was scary. I was scared. Your eyes are open and you know you can see. But, what you see is consistent darkness. At the back of my mind I know that in an hour or so, I will see light and colors but for the blind, what are light and colors?

I was forced to make use of my other sense - hearing, feeling, smelling. It was hard, but not impossible. A little guide, a lot of trust, a lot of imagination - it helps you get by. We even had to buy a drink at a cafe in the dark. Yes, a cafe in the dark. We paid up, we got the right change and we got the drinks.

Everyone in the room was blind. I was blind. My walking stick was my pillar. My friends were my guidance and assurance. My life was pitched dark, but not dead. The visual impaired individuals really had my utmost adulation. They brave through crowds, board the bus, cross the roads, and walk on pavements, just like all of us.

They may be a bit slower, but never weaker. In fact, they are stronger individuals crossing hurdles every day. We? We avoid hurdles because we can see. I am really honored to have experienced this whole activity, privilege to have known Evangeline (my tour guide) and am deeply touched for whatever I have learnt.

I also had a trip to the Peranakan Museum, on the same day. Learning about my culture was really beautiful. I am very proud of whom I am and hearing how my friends would complement the Peranakan cultural tools, jewelry and all, I can't help but smile in pride.

The culture is vibrant, unique and elaborative. There's so much in the culture. The glorious foods are really temptation at its best! Hehe! I need to pucker up, learn to cook a few great dishes and get myself a Nonya Kebaya.

Done.

Supporting my back

The great thing about being busy is that before you know it, the day ends with your eye lids persistently trying to retire. Life just happens when you're busy. You have all these crazy schedules slapping your head, you stare in the computer as if that's the only thing your eyes can see and the clock ticks insanely fast ....

The race against time starts all over again. It's an exhausting race!

An insurance lady visited my family just today and I was eavesdropping on her conversation with my mum. Life savings is all about not being too complacent with the future and always having a back up in your pocket. I'm an advocate of saving because that's the least I could do for myself, financially. Also, it's a good habit to cultivate because money is never easy to earn. I throw myself to customers not knowing what type of personality they have. I risk my time in entertaining their needs. Work.

Work is great only when customers are lovely. Sometimes, they can be a bitch and spit out the most sarcastic line ever or worst still, be a complete pain in the ass. I've had my fair share of nasty customers, proud bastards and sarcastic toads.

"Put yourself in other shoes". Unfortunately, they never seem to ever understand this line. Pity their educational abilities.

Work aside.

School has been fulfilling and insane. Projects after one another, talks scheduled after every week, assignments lining up, deadlines smiling widely ....... and Lynette losing breath.

That's a joke.

Back to my life saving plan with Great Eastern. The lady spoke to me in detail about the whole plan, the saving cost per month, the annual cost received, the compound interest, the rates, the plan, the plan, the plan, the plan .......

Please sign here. And over here.

So, you truly understand this?

Please sign here again.

I'm a complete dummy when it comes to insurance package details and such. It's not bimbotism being illustrated here for crying out loud. Fortunately, my Mum is always enthusiastic about such issues. My savings has always been under her care for the past years and I've never worried about it. It's in good hands.

But as I grow older, like now, I think I need to be more wary of such plans and learn about it. Life is all about learning, isn't it?

Growing up is not as easy as it seems.

"That's why we rehearse ..." MJ

To see originality being displayed right before my eyes, is a true privilege. To be remembered of a huge loss to the music industry, is heart-wrenching.



"This is it" was outstanding. If not, then it is phenomenal. This documentary was a joyous homage of Michael Jackson’s music and his distinct dance moves. It wasn't an artificial preview of what Michael Jackson is like, nothing fancy or glamorous. It was true blood and sweat. At least to me, what I witness was a gifted entertainer and a true musician doing what he likes best.

It was an intriguing look behind the scenes of all the preparation which took place and as a matter of fact, it was to anticipate for the 50 sold out concerts which unfortunately, did not manage to take place.

A great pity.

The enthusiasm of the dancers captivated me and I was at the edge of my seats, for all the good reasons. If I had a dance caliber as good as any of those brilliant dancers, I would have auditioned for a place to dance for MJ. I would.

But I don't and that's where I give my fullest adulation to those dancers, who really complimented MJ's legendary moves. In the midst of the documentary, the passion of dance just dawned right upon me and I wished ......

Although it was just a mere 2 hours footage into the rehearsals, it would have been an extravagant concert. The details, precision of dance beat, dance steps, lightings and et cetera, was just overwhelming. Well, minus off MJ's outfits which was glaring - Red + Blue + Yellow or maybe golden shimmering pants? Owwwww! Too much to handle.

I'm a fan of this legendary musician and his songs will never fade. I was really sadden by the fact that after all has been done, the many rehearsals, the dancers, the leading vocalists, the band, the background crews ... it did not happen.

I'm repeating myself.

I guess, it was just a unique tragedy.

From Red to Leopard

While all I wanted was a decent birthday meal, belated if you wish to add. But with my bunch of girlfriends from all around Singapore, I got more. In fact, it felt like deja-vu all over again but this time, I did not cry. Haha!



Yvonne actually mailed me a card, which was really sweet. I wasn't expecting a mailed card especially so that I see her around campus daily. And Philson, be sure to see his shirt. Turn on.

I guess she grew wiser after dying her hair back to black. Maybe a little more creative, cos she's always full of nasty surprises.....

I got my blindfold attack right after the girls came out from the washroom and in the midst of their calm composure, I saw darkness.

And before I could properly adjust to the sudden darkness, I felt water dripping down my red blouse. Below would be the best extract to enlighten your wildest imagination.

Ai ping's precise aiming skills has brought her, well, much glory if you would like to say. Haha! Look at that squirt of water .....

I had a wet time. Yes, bluntly said. I was drenched and to think those girls actually asked me if I brought along extra clothes. What?! But, I know they will never leave me cold and damp.

Hopefully, it is not inspired by Ris Low. I mean, I believe she's sweet and all but just hearing her on YouTube and despite this on-going bombardment of how awful she speaks, she's still .... sigh. Could someone wake her up, before November ends?

Wolla, and I got my leopard pwints dress which was not what I had expected. Haha! It was sexy and naughty looking though ;)

Lo and behold, just as I thought the game was over. Part 2 came along. WHAT?! Yes, that word flashed permanently in my head for 20 odd seconds. Since when was there a second part? Since that day.

We strutted down from Marina Square to the Singapore Flyer. On the way, I posed with a group of strangers who thought this whole thing was amusing. It sure is. And, I had to climb down flights of stairs, listening to blasting loud music from the mp3 and in the midst, also switched mp3 into one which had only Chinese songs. I was deaf.

I have many unglamourous pictures which is awfully unflattering and I can't bear to post them up. I'm not as sporting as you reckon so and this is one of the ugliest hair position you'll see. Appreciate it.

And, I had to lick a long jelly bean which was sticking out from my ice cream. Imagine. Looks wrong, but nice jelly bean!

Them. Yes, it's them. Behind my darkness, they laugh, pose and laughed their hearts out. Them.

I had my virgin attempt in trying out the fish spa - those tiny little fishes that nibble on your dead skin. Thanks Poonie for 10 fish bucks!





I was screaming and yelping my little nerves out!! Those fishes lurking in the water is bloody ticklish like sweeeeeeshy meeeeeeeshy tickleeeeeeeeeeelishly ticklish. You know. It was revolting at the beginning, only.



We boarded the Singapore Flyer and sweetly, we managed to bagged one whole cabin to ourselves. It was a wholesome load of fun, laughter and ...... (my hair was terrible and I had a string of consecutive shots which looked mortifyingly hideous. My friends got them up on facebook and tagged me. Gracious lord, and they even showed their friends. Pray for me. Thanks.)





To the NNPs, cheers!



I'll never forget this awesome bunch of asses which never fail to make my day. We sing, we laugh, we cry and at the end of the day, we love! :)