I know the Air Supply post still isn't up yet and there're people who're actually waiting for it and letting me know so.

Flattering, but I miss HuiLing more than I do Russell and Graham so our minum posts come first. I promise the Air Supply one will be up before they turn 70.

Hmm... Lots of photos. I think I'll put up the ones from the KTV session first. Yes, yes, I did go. Don't give me that look. A bit jakun-like for the first half hour but I got used to it, eventually.

One of Fel's candid shot while we were (again) trying to decide on lunch. we're tiny, but I like all candid shots just the same. You can see Fel far right and Sherry doing god-knows-what-else.

We finally decided on Penang food, and here's HuiLing again eating from a bowl that's bigger than her head. That's her "Cha-Poh-Yen-I-kill-you-ah" look. Wonder what I said this time?

Uhh... That's my arm passing Xue her half of the dish that we shared.

What? Where's the good stuff?

Oh. You mean the KTV session. Nope, no pics of me singing but I can assure you that these gals picked out the most amusing oldies for me, like 'Seven Lonely Days'. Y'know that one? It goes "seVEN LOnely daAYs make one loneLY WEek...seven lone-ly niIGHTs make one lone-ly meE~" oh, nevermind.

Check out the Three Tenors, though.

...or rather the Beat Sisters featuring Shenzi the Hyena.

Here's their take on Aerosmith's 'Don't Wanna Miss a Thing'. Pretty fantastic stuff and I wish we had recorded it.

I think that's all I have! *hints at Fel*

Here's signing off with a group shot, then.

Til next time! Love you guys! (uhh... gals, too...whatever!)

I don't see why.

I'm just relating a recent incident involving my infamous two-left-feet.

It's simple. I kicked a chair (accidentally, of course), detaching the nail from my little toe and let me tell you boy was there a shitload of blood for a little uprooted nail and I knew I was in deep shit because I had a badminton session the following day.

So I simply bandaged the toe really tight and went ahead with my game and now I can't really feel my toe.

But there's more. This is really cool.

I can move my nail around with my finger. Great past-time.

I think it's cool but I've been told to "please don't be so disgusting, can or not?!"

Is it really?

Not shitting you!!! Look!!!

See? Chicken!!!

CHICKEN!!!

Okay, fine. Cockerel.

But, whatever! The point is, how in the world did a cockerel get to this part of town?!

He's been camping in our house for the past four nights and we've decided to call him 'Rendang'.

He's really cute except when the sun starts to rise, which is the cue for him to start crowing until everyone's up, like it or not. That done, he squeezes out the gate and trots down the road only to return when evening comes again.

Caryn thinks he's God-sent. Apparently, my family's so fond of turning up late for just about everything that God decided that a cockerel might do us some good.

I get the point.

Life's been busy. Really busy.

But that's nothing.

This week's schedule is the craziest I've ever seen. Got a coronary when I opened the file.

There's more pressure to attend lectures this time around, though. See, when you're sitting at the side column while everyone else is crammed up in the middle, people know when you're missing.

I went jogging on a whim last week, early in the morning before my ten-o'clock lecture. I sprained my ankle on the steps again but it's no biggie. I know I will always say it's no biggie even if my whole foot gets torn off but really, no biggie.

The guy who fixed my ankle the last time taught me some pretty useful stuff lest I sprain it again (talk about foresight!) so I sorta spent some time massaging my own ankle and ended up missing my first lecture.

Really, it was accidental.

As much as I love showing off the cricks and cracks that my knees make, I don't make them that way on purpose.

But it's better than the ol' headache routine, right?

I'll tell you what I mean.

The next time I wake up late for class, I'll just run up and down the stairs til I sprain my ankle or trip and break my head and I can say whoops. Sprained my ankle again. Can't come for class so don't miss me. But I'll catch you during lunch, alright?

See? Easy. I can even get an MC for it. Hand in an MC for a headache and they're gonna think oh... woke up late again. More points off your list. Hand in an MC for a sprained ankle and you're gonna get sympathy and people carrying your bag up the steps for you.

Can't pull that off again this week, though, because there's lab and shit the whole week through. Not that I was seriously contemplating the option. Not at all.

p.s. I know I have a post on the Air Supply concert and a tag by Fel but that's all gonna have to wait until I'm done with my pre-pracs. And until Fel sends me the pics from dinner.

A digital echo would come right back to me.

Ah, well. My fault.

A whole shitload of stuff has been going on the past couple of weeks and just so you know the semester has begun and I'm crying harder over it now than I did last week because we have a test this coming Thursday and every prac session starts with a mini pre-prac test now. Or something to that effect.

I shouldn't be too stressed up over this because, well, I've been through it all once and shouldn't it all be at my fingertips by now nevermind the reason why I'm still here if that was the case from the beginning.

But that's not the point. Tests, I can handle. I just don't like them and I'm just as fond of mini-tests, quizzes, whatever you want to call them. I would much rather do papers, where I can dramatize the action of Amikacin on Serratia Marcescens and get an 'A' for attempting to infuse an otherwise bland paper with action, tragedy, and heroicism.

As you can tell, I don't take my papers too seriously, but that's how I like it. Scientific writers are usually way too serious anyway.

A few things have changed this time around, with a new lecturer for M&I... He's pretty good, but I've not slept this well for ages! I think the subject just doesn't gel for me. Ah well... I'll handle it when the time comes... Anyway, the college's full of unfamiliar faces now (duh, considering that it was full of my batchmates last year) but Shaleeni's around and it's great seeing Jon once in a while... I think.

I'm taking things a little free-and-easy for now, since my biggest challenge is getting to class on time. I'm trying to make the ten-o'clock class now, and once I get that into my system I can start trying to make the nine-o'clock ones. Get the hang of that, and I'm ready for bigger things!

Answer: Felicia is a cleverly selective identity thief who has taken away everyone's sense of responsibility just so that she can be the only one to organize hitch-free outings while the rest of us are left to screw up time after time.

I think my taking part in the organizing is another good reason for her to refuse to have anything to do with whatever it is that we're up to... but she seems to be unusually adventurous of late, most evidently when she agreed to play badminton with Xue, HuiLing and I on Monday. Notice that Felicia is not in the lineup (obviously!).

We set the time at six, which gave me plenty of time to unwind after work, Xue to rush home from work, and HuiLing to wake up. I offered to pick SiewLi up, but I guess she thought it was more convenient to go on her own. That was Mistake No. 1.

She reached the courts at 6 on the dot, judging by the missed-call I got. That was Mistake No. 2, because I reached at 6.40 and the other two at 6.45. No wonder HuiLing and I never had any problems with punctuality.

It's pretty unnerving watching SiewLi so uncharacteristically wield a racquet like it was a hatchet.

The next 'uh-oh' moment was when Xue asked for a court and the next thing we heard was "HAh?! NO COURT?!" and "HAH?! PEOPLE PLAY UNTIL 11.30?!"

Not knowing what else to do, we sat and tossed around suggestions and she had this eerie little smile on...

We were adamant on playing badminton because that was what we had in mind since the week before so we decided to play in the park near Felicia's place, where we could walk to.

It started to drizzle a couple of minutes after we left the courts, but we decided to push on anyway since one of us was determined to play badminton and "burn some kilos", two of us said "can also" and one more was, by now, discouraged and had a listless aura about her.

The court in the park was full of kids playing ball, but they all deserted the area when it began to pour, leaving it free for us. Xue thought it was a blessing from above. Or something.

It was quite ridiculous in an amusing sort of way because the shuttle was so heavy and it was so windy that the shuttle dropped in all sorts of directions within a metre of the net, if we had a net. And then our stuff started getting all wet and the only things waterproof were the racquet covers and our water bottles. Common sense took over this time and SiewLi and I S.O.S-ed Fel to dump our wet stuff at her place.

See? First she steals our sense of responsibility and now she's making us look worse without even trying. Funny that she wasn't the least bit surprised that we were playing badminton in the rain.

Since Xue was, uh, determined to burn some kilos, we played til it got too dark to see the shuttle, and then later on the spotlights came on and it got too glaring to see the shuttle. To add to all that, we had a bird, or a bat, according to HuiLing, that kept trying to take away our shuttle everytime it went up, which wasn't very often anyway.

Basically, we were just sorta guessing where the shuttle was and sorta praying that it was the shuttle and not the bird that we were smashing around.

The last straw was when the mosquitoes came out for meal-time, and when three of us noticed a white dog staring at us while HuiLing couldn't see any white dog.

Fel's mom brought our bags out for us and she didn't seem the least bit surprised that we played badminton in the rain, too. Not something we should be proud of, huh?

Anyway, we're planning another badminton game sometime soon, but I think we need a fourth player. SiewLi didn't answer me when I suggested it to her.

She's been back since last week but I've managed to put off blogging about it so as not to seem overtly happy with her return.

The first thing she said to me was 'Wei! Don't tell me you told them already ah?!'

Yeah, she wanted to surprise the others, but I sort of told them about a week before she arrived. They wanted to surprise her too but we settled for a mamak session instead, since noone knew how to go about it.

Under the impression that I haven't told the others, I was supposed to plan it in such a way that she would have the chance to, uh, surprise them. Well, simple enough, I would just pick her up first and let her surprise Xue and Felicia from my car. But not before I told them to brush up on their "surprised" look.

...Then, she decided that sleep is higher on her list of priorities than surprising her friends (ie; I pick her up last so she gets to sleep longer), but she still wanted to surprise them and so left it to me to figure out a way to accomplish that.

Well, no sense putting all that practise to waste, right?

So, for a moment, I had a car full of faux-surprised faces and one genuinely surprised one. Guess who the odd one was.

... And she had the gall to blame me for ruining her moment of homecoming glory.

We managed to fit in a pretty interesting badminton session, too, before she went off to her hometown for the weekend.

She also seems to have come back an alcoholic so plans for a visit to a bar is in the works, and since Mag has been itching to go to a club, I suppose a visit to one is on the way, too. Why she would want to go clubbing with us is a mystery to me. There's liquor, though, so I'm not complaining.

So slow that I was reduced to scrutinizing the skin products shelves once more too often. Although, I still have a hard time remembering the brands and ranges and whatshit that they have. It's crazy, and I just can't understand why there are so many products in the market!

I mean, moisturizer is moisturizer and soap is soap. You just use one after the other. One cleans your skin but might dry it too, and the other makes sure that does not happen. A kid could figure that out. Then, these people come along and stir in a lil' vitamin D, A, whatever and slap on a label that implies that your skin is gonna absorb all that and you'll never have to take your supplements again.

Okay. I exaggerated again. But that's not all. You'll understand my frustration.

The 'in' thing now is natural and ayurvedic products and that gives us a whole lot more reasons to lose what little hair we have left because now they slap on labels with names of herbs that sound like something that belongs in our curry, and just think of how difficult it is to explain that to someone who has never had curry, or someone who just can't fathom why in hell we should be putting what's in our curry in our hair and skin!

Whatever. The biggest mystery to me was the shea butter shower cream. What the hell is a shea?!

Yeah, I'm kinda, like, losing my mind. Can you believe that all this is actually kinda fun?

I was glad to have decided to go off to Ikano after work for my coffee and, of course, some window shopping. They brought in a whole load of sugar gliders, by the way, if you're planning on getting any. Just don't forget to pick one up for me, too. My birthday's coming.

We spent about an hour at the pet shop, my mom and I, because the guy let us hold the suggies. It was great therapy until this lady(?) bumped into me with her expensive cleavage.

Did I say 'expensive'? I meant 'expansive'.

Yeah. Therapy.

Choose a band/artist and answer ONLY in titles of their song


My artiste of choice (take a guess, take a guess!):

... Elvis! (It's gonna be difficult, but I must!)

1. Are you male or female? Little Sister (hah! This one's easy!)

2. Describe yourself: Ito Eats

3. How do some people feel about you: Raised on Rock

4. How do you feel about yourself: Now and Then (there's a fool such as I)

5. Ex boyfriends/girlfriends: For the Good Times

6. Current boyfriend/girlfriend/crush: He'll Have to Go (eh. Not easy, okay?)

7. Describe where you want to be: Fort Lauderdale (...Chamber of Commerce. So I cheated a little)

8. Describe where you live: Blueberry Hill (I promised myself that I wouldn't use Hawaii, Island of Love)

9. Describe how you live: Welcome to My World

10. What would you ask for if you had just one wish? Like Xue, I would love to have Spanish Eyes too (heck, any sort of eyes would do!) but I think I'll settle for a Pocketful of Rainbows.

11. Share a few words of Wisdom: You gotta Follow that Dream... wherever that dream may lead!

12. Any general advice: Stop Look and Listen

13. Share a favorite pickup line: If I'm a Fool For Loving You (then that's just what I want to be)

14. And if that one doesn’t work: Baby Let's Play House (you know I have tons to pick from!)

15. What secondary school do/did you attend: Go East, Young Man (technically, it's east from my house)

16. Pepsi or coke: No More

17. Any pets? Seeing is Believing

18. Favorite food: Chapati-uhhh... Crawfish!

19. Do you drink? My Happiness

20. Say goodbye: For the Good Times

You can do this too, if you're really bored. It's really pretty difficult.

I know, original title, right?

I wanted to be the first to wish my mom. I thought my chances were way up there above the 90% mark, since my bro would probably get the time difference all screwed up and call her tomorrow instead, but my dad beat me to it. Ah well.

And then I wanted to get my mom something but I was so preoccupied with thinking of something to get her that I only realised that Mom's Day is today when the cashier brought back a cake for her mom last night, so my bro beat me to that. With a fruit-and-flower basket, no less. And a poem to boot. My mom loved it more than the basket. *pffft*

I could write a poem. You wouldn't want to read it, though.

Lite&Easy has been going crazy with what I suppose is their idea of Mother's Day-themed songs too, most notably that Spice Girls tune, wassat, 'Mama'?

Did I say 'songs'? I meant 'song'.

It's been playing since last night, and I'll scream if I hear it one more time.

My Mother's Day song?

Coat of Many Colours by Dolly Parton. Look it up. Here's a live version for all of you!

I think it's a beautiful song, but I've not heard anyone else play it yet. I think that's quite a shame.