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random updates on my life (as of right now):

#1 in case any of you were wondering, uglyshirts101 have made a reappearance in my room [and life] as ba wo sheng chu lai de nu ren is taking a stand to NOT give me my allowance until i've sewn those darts so much so that i'm convinced those shirts are the work of the DEVIL.

#2 my cousin denyse de silva called me a HAOLIAN MUTHU AHMAD BENG!?! [we had an msn emoticon competition] and she said the emoticon /ruhua2 on msn looks like my mother *chuckle* upon closer inspection, i actually agree. i think the red lipstick did it for me :)

#3 i'm proud to announce that zouk spent afew millionbazillion dollars on a whole lot of NOTHING. frankly, there really isn't much the money's gotta show for, 'cept some fancily retro-fied toilets (thanks to funky tiles) SINK-LESS, mind you. whoever's idea it was to build that water fountain to replace having sinks is simply put, brain dead. do you have have idea the amount of GERMS and BACTERIA you will have breeding on the toilet doorknob? *shudder*

plus a new frostbite-inducing airconditioning system [i shan't complain, since it gives me the excuse to LAYER LAYER LAYER! a la marc jacobs. think multiple tops, coats, scarves] kudos to that brainwave, last night was the first time in my life i clubbed without breaking a sweat, and left with nary a strand out of place, makeup all in tact. pity i was having such an off day.

phuture was strangely full and empty at random intervals. with alarming regularity, i found myself in the middle of a very spacious [read: people-less] dancefloor, ugh. phuture's only phuture if you spend at least 15 mins weaving through the crowd to get to the other end, find yourself breathing into someone's armpit more often than not, and cannot dance without poking an elbow into somebody's eye or fear breaking your pelvis as a result of the vigorous grinding movements of the couple next to you.

i liked the multicoloured lightboard thingy, reminded me of justin t's 'rock ya body' and linkin park's 'faint' mtv.

last night was weird. period.
we got home before 3, that says it all huh.

#4 this revelation hits me: i had a wonderful childhood.

just the other night, i found myself tossing and turning in bed, even after finishing up on my reading, going to sleep, getting out of bed with the itching urge to hunt for my old ballet stuff [found it], going back to sleep #1, turning on the lights and furiously scribbling in my diary, going back to sleep #2, crying until i couldn't breathe through my nose, going back to sleep #3 then finally crying myself to sleep.

thoughts of my childhood flashed like some powerpoint slideshow; all those happy times. when power rangers were my life and i couldn't imagine idolising anyone but the pink ranger. barbie dolls and all their sordid made up affairs with the marriage-breaking michael o' flatley. going to act 3 together, all those sleepovers (the pitiful faces involved and the copious amounts of begging required to grant it). playing mermaid mermaid and being sucked into imaginary whirlpools in the pool, playing shark! with the fin on our heads and the jaws track being hummed out. mr gan's swimming lessons, cheating on our laps, naming his son junior all sorts of nicknames like 'the tasmanian devil' or the 'green hantu'.

masak masak, [spelling?] using balloons as eggs and 5 stones as beans and whatnot, busy running my own restaurant. the teddy bear club. the raffles marina and our 'fugitive' escapades a la harrison ford jumping into that waterfall thing. holding hands with denyse and spinning round and round in ballet class, pressing flowers for art class. the jumping castle and playground equipment rented for my birthday, children running around looking for dentures and assorted items during the scavenger hunt. all the lovely birthday parties. ooh, the A&W and macdonald birthdays! hearing grandpa's voice on the video recording.

this is where i shall unofficially stop. i'm getting depressed just typing this out. this night is fast transitioning into one of those, and i simply refuse to cry myself to sleep tonight. i leave with these words:

i love my family.

mum, v1, v3, carol, grandma, aj. uncle cyril, aunty mei, nicky, justin, olivia, prince. uncle raymond, aunty geri, d1, d2. laukoh #1, #2, uncle sandy, uncle morg.

daddy, aunty ivy, grandpa, grand uncle baba.

the tan's.