Loopie - Joop

Apologies for not blogging this past week. Was slightly busier from Mon-Wed as i was preparing to go on course on Thur-Fri. Now the pain of looking at so many red-marked emails. aiyoh. Something isn't quite right, i'm still having nightmares, or dreams lah. i wake up in the middle of the night thinking about work. Don't think that's healthy at all. Previously, i only had nightmares on weeknights. now i'm suffering on sat nights too. HOW??? Anyone has any remedy on sleepless nights and nightmares??

One of those days when the hours between 8.30 a.m. and 6.00 p.m. drag... Realised i haven't been updating the blog diligently as i should. well, yesterday sent Shuling off to UIUC. She was sad expectedly, but i'm sure with the number of friends she'll meet over there, she'll be happier once she gets there. isn't it weird? it's always sadder when you are leaving. but when you are on the plane, you can't help feeling excited about the new life abroad, the new people you gonna meet, the lack of parents, the freedom, etc etc... WOW. i can only begin to describe the feeling of liberation. it's just....liberating. For once, you are responsible for yourself, you take charge of your life, no one is there to decide for you. its EMPOWERING you know, if there's such a word. In this conservative asian society we live in, we are usually sheltered from the world from protective parents who really just have our best interests in mind. but it's a tad s...

Today's the 24th birthday of one of the coolest gal i know... Ms HWP!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING!! Hope you like the perfume we got for you. (if not, let me know, i'll get you another one) I've known her since Sec 1 (bet she can't remember, but we were introduced by Fionna Thong one fine evening after school, when we were all crowding at the pedestrian crossing in front of John Little.) She was running off to catch a bus, so all she said was 'hi' and *whish*, she was off running to the bus stop. That's our first encounter. Subsequently, i learnt that WP's the smart girl from the class next door, and you should see her run. When the school moved to Dunearn Rd, and i moved to BB, Lihui and i would always see her running in front us trying to catch 174. I guess that's how she developed the ability to jump so far.. (she's a loooong-jumper ok, don't play play). An accomplished artist as well, i remembered she got a prize for art and craft one year in...

Realised that my blog entries were mostly sad/disturbed/whiny/frustrated, or neutral. so this shall be my first happy entry ^^ Last week, work was quite pleasant, due to the absence of a particular mister eight-legged creature, (who's unfortunately back in my life at present..) this week, the creature has added 8 more legs as his able deputy has gone on hols. as i would like to believe (and have been trying to convince myself to), life goes on whether you are happy or sad, so let's just look on the bright side, and hang on... on friday, went for a haircut at randy's. he cut off most of my hair as i sat there complaining about my life, and receiving consolation from all the staff there in return. so now hair is quite short, till tie-able but the pony has loss much bulk from its tail, as the hair has been severely thinned and layered. the colour has also been changed to an orangey shade of brown, which is just the hue that i like. thanks randy, you know me so well. as ...

I've been thinking, why am i religiously blogging? Am i bored with my life? In a way, yes, my life is not too interesting. i'm not rescuing people affected by earthquakes or tsunamis. i'm not spreading God's word in some obscure corner of the earth (which doesn't make sense cos earth's round, therefore there are no corners). i'm not even volunteering any of my free time to the less fortunate. what am i happy with my life? in my 23 years, what have i done for others? I can't think of anything really substantial to speak of. when i die, what will ppl remember of my existence? "Stella watched a lot of Korean shows (with good endings), whined a lot, tagged along to all the group outings (never organising any), took a long time warming up to ppl (if at all), seemed kinda proud... " I need to do something about this. i guess i just want to let off steam. There are things going on with my life, which are beyond my control, which i'm no...

Date: 2 April 2005 (Saturday) 4 of us went to the cafe last Saturday. It was raining a little, and we were inside this cutsy little 2-door subaru vicki ( i think), which apparently took some time to start.. the poor little thing had to contend with the weight of all 4 of us, climbing the slopes of SMU all the way to Botanical Gdns. It was one of the most amusing rides (one other being the ride i took when i was 6+ on my uncle's scooter, i was scared stiff and according to mum, my face turned green after the ride... haha). the other cars whizzed past us, as the needle on the speedometer struggled to climb a notch a second.. The food there was not bad, but it really is quite pretty. a rather yuppie place to hang out, amongst the expatriates and tourists. there was the sound of the rain, coupled with the sound of the water gushing down some plants next to the cafe. all in all, quite a nice spot away from the hustle and bustle of city life, with no hint of mossies (good work Nati...

Fav author: Marian Keyes Just bought this novel by Irish author Keyes called "the other side of the story". read all her other novels, they are fan-tas-tic. hilarious, but not slap-stick, with characters i can easily identify with i.e. dysfunctional protaganists, or rather protaganists with dysfunctional lives. haha. The first part talks about 32-year old Gemma Hogan. She's the only child and her aged parents' marriage has broken up. Her dad, Noel Hogan hooked up with Collete, his PA who's 4 years older than Gemma, with 2 kids from a previous relationship, and left home one Tuesday morning. Thence, Gemma has had to live with her Mam Maureen, to placate Maureen's panic attacks, which she often mistakens to be heart attacks. Gemma finds that she's not let out of the house other than to work and to the chemist to get Maureen's tranqs and sleeping pills. Maureen even refuses to change out of the dressing gown she wore on the morning Noel left, and ...