Four Girls And A Guy

Last Friday, I went bowling with my classmates, Erlina, Devi, Rahila and Erlina's sister. However, I was late as I had to pick a magnetic earring from Desmond at Sengkang and then travel all the way back to City Hall.

Tiring it was.

The last picture is extremely wacky. I decided to practise my singings on the bus pretending the broom as my microphone. Front seat passengers turned back and threw rotten fruits at me. And Rahila did the love sign! It was hilarious as it was my first time seeing her doing handsigns when taking pictures.

I had lunch at Funan IT Mall and then proceeded to Marina Square for Bowling. Erlina and her sister had misinterpreted one of my messages, thinking that the location where we bowled was at Parkway Parade.

Two blur sisters! Then they lost their way to the bowling arena in the huge new re-developed Marina Square.

After all that were resolved, we took two sets of neoprints and played arcade before bowling.

I laughed. In these two pictures, Rahila had to pose for pictures and drive the truck. Talking about losing focus...

At bowling center, we took the first lane. I was embarassed to bowl as there were a group of guys who took the lane beside us. Thinking that they were professionals, I played cautiously and did not want to make a fool out of myself.

Then I realize they weren't that good either except for one or two of them. My confidence came back and I did not do too shabbily either. My final score was definitely higher than my other four friends but was lower than one of the guys in the next lane.

We returned the shoes and left the premises. I went to the CD shop situated next to the arcade and decided to buy Namie Amuro's single and Hitomi's album. I wanted to hear something new. I wanted to know if any of the Japanese female singers are as good as Ayumi Hamasaki.

Unfortunately, none of them came close. Their voice were simply ordinary (Different people have different points of view).

My handphone rang and I was shocked when it was the supervisor of the bowling center who called me up. I realized that I had forgotten to pay for our games! How could we?!

Nobody, - I repeat -, nobody even remembered to pay.

Sheesh!

Scheduled and Forgotten

Yesterday, I had appointments with 3 individuals at different timings. Boy, I feel like laughing out loud for putting the timings so close to one another that I had to rush from one place to another, meeting the 3 people.

Busy I was.

I met my classmate, Erlina, at Dhoby Ghaut. I agreed to accompany her to upgrade her handphone plan. Or was it to search for a new handphone? I can't remember. The lack of sleep lately had caused me to have short-term memories.

We settled at Takashimaya's Mac Donald for our lunch. Then, I glanced at wrist-watch and realized I had a movie appointment with my other friend.

Panicked I was since I was still with Erlina and we haven't find any Singtel shops yet. Lucky enough, Erlina was understanding and I was allowed to leave her for the movie.

Though I felt guilty. I decided to help her check the price quotations for the handphone she desires and negotiate the price for her.

Thinking that it was bad enough to just meet her for a while and leave, I suggested that she go home or meet her darling and not prance around at Orchard all by herself.

I booked a cab and shared the cab with her (I paid for the fare; feeling guilty).

Afterward, I met Roy Cutedwogy for movie. Practically, I was late.

Blah Blah Blah!

Then, I went home for a while to take a nap but only to realize that I had to meet my other friend for dinner.

Faints

Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac

Madness and Fun!

I did not sleep the entire night as I was finishing up my novel. After I'd done all the necessary stuffs, I logged on to my MSN and other so called websites which was similar to the MSN program (e.g. Friendster).

It was already in the early morning and yet I could not get to sleep. I was proposing to one of my friends to have breakfast with me but then he realize that he has school afterward (If my mind serves me correctly).

I did not bother going back to sleep as the construction workers was going to start work and the noises that will soon engulf my ears will keep me from sleeping.

And besides, I was not even feeling tired.

Heng Heng ah! (Lucky enough), Wilson decided to join me for breakfast and afterward, we wanted to watch a movie at Lido Shaw Tower at Orchard. Both of us agreed on Mindhunters, which was absolutely a nice show.

Only towards the middle part of the show, I realize my favorite actress from the drama series, Cold Case, was in it.

As predicted from the start, I knew she will be the only survivor or maybe those few who will survive.

Afterwards, we walked aimlessly, only to be approached by dozens of people who were collecting donations.

*Must think of the good karma if I donated*

I was picky though. I chose to donate to the person with the most sincere face. Then a girl approached me with a smile on her face. I sensed her sincerity of asking for donations.

I gladly took out a one dollar coin and deposited it into the donation tin. I returned her smile.

And then Wilson and I left for Suntec City.

I was elated when I saw my favorite host there!

QUAN YI FONG!

Quan Yi Fong: Hey Desmond, what's the topic for today?

Desmond: To regards of how to save money, I think.

Quan Yi Fong: You think?!

Desmond: Ya lor...

Quan Yi Fong: (flabbergasted) Why you...! It's either yes or no! No think think ok?! *paused*

Desmond: ...

Quan Yi Fong: Wait ah! My hair messy...

Desmond: Aiyah, nice already lah! *giggles*

Quan Yi Fong: Stop it hor! *putting her hands on her hips*.

The lady in white, seated down, was Ong Ai Leng and she had enough of their quarrelings!

Producer: Camera rolling in ...

3...

2...

1...

Amazing enough, this is by far the closest shot. Any close and the cameraman will throw his camera onto my head.

Afterwards, we dine in at Sushi Don at Funan IT Mall. I thanked him for treating me to the scrumptious meals (insisted on paying for my share but he refused).

It was definitely too much food to intake for me as nowadays, I am a small-eater. I try not to eat alot to avoid unnecessary stomach bloating.

Then, my godbrother, Amal arrived to pass me the tickets. I was overjoyed when I saw him. The last I saw him was when he participated a dance competition 5 months ago. How time past!

He...

He brightened up my day! But he was in a rush. Although it was only a few minutes of conversations, I'm already contented with it.

I left for home at 8 and immediately went to bed after the long hours of not getting any sleep.

Sleep Deprived

I am absolutely exhausted. I am so deprived of sleep at the moment, its bordering on the near fatal. The is mostly because of my current run of night-terrors which I've had each night this week.

Night-terrors are not nightmares. Well, yes I suppose they are, but just imagine you have a really terrifying, world-endingly scare nightmare. Then wake up. And it doesn't stop.

This is how it works: I have a small retinue of characters which have various fright levels. There are the blue ladies (skulls for faces), the pig-face boy (he has piggy eyes and a snout), the man with an elastic neck (he sticks his head under the door when its closed so I just see this head on an really stretched neck) and the terrifying black-clothed man (who likes to stand over me with his machete drawn).

There are a number of minor frighteners like the foot-long scorpion and the dripping ceiling, but its the 'characters' who are the Freddie of my world.

So, imagine waking up terrified of something, looking around and seeing whatever it was that was scaring the shit out of you - all the while knowing you are awake. You would scream at the top of your voice wouldn't you? I have sympathetic neighbours.

If the terror is a really vivid one, they'll sometimes interact with the real people, stepping out of the way, etc. although most of the time they don't move, but I am filled with a belief that they are just about to.

Machete guy has appeared every night this week, and he is by far the most frightening. This has made me run around the house in the buff, glistening with sweat and opening screaming my head off until the missing bits of reality slow resolve.

It looks like I'm conducting an act of pagan worship. Partner and cats are now totally accustomed to ignoring this (there's love for you) resulting in the doubly horrific event last night when sweaty naked man collided with black cat which, in itself, has provided the stuff of many more night-terrors to come.

Just kidding.

I'd not slept for the past 37 hours. At first, it really wasn't that bad because I still felt the rush of energy in me. But soon after, it got me and without a doubt, I began to drag myself and keeping myself awake till it's really time to sleep, which was when I reached home.

I will blog more about yesterday's happenings.

Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac

A Rush Of Energy

I did not sleep the entire night as for I am trying to complete the novel that I wrote a year back. It was incomplete. Yes, rather slow indeed. No inspirations lor. But yesterday brand new ideas just rushed into my mind. I had injected a few twists in the plot.

Boing Boing!

Oh my god, that SKII girl is really getting on me. I kept on saying Boing Boing!

The entire day, I would not be sleeping. I don't even have the chance to sleep! But it's really okay! My day is as planned;

At 9.40AM, I will be having my breakfast with Wilson Yeo and then watch Necromancer at 10.30AM at Lido (Shaw Tower).

Afterward, play arcade and then have our lunch somewhere at Orchard. Then go to Wilson's workplace to retrieve his handphone charger. Very ma fan! (Troublesome)

Later in the evening, I will be meeting my long lost godbrother to get the tickets from him and probably have dinner with him at Novena.

When I reach home, that would be probably be at 8, I would still have to watch my two favorite shows, Charmed and Manhunt which will end at 11.

So no time to sleep!

Today I am damn happy.

Yesterday, I met up with Janet and Xuan Le (that I will tell more in my next entry) and later on Aaron for dinner.

When I saw Aaron's artpiece (his clothes/costumes' designs),I was pleasantly surprised. They were unique and stylish. I tried to design one but I decided not to since I know it would turn out sucky. Instead, I draw an unknown woman's face.

Cha dah! It wasn't drawn as badly as I thought it would be. I didn't take arts back then during secondary school so my drawing sucks.

The entire evening, I talk and talk and talk like an auntie. Aaron could not stand it anymore and slap my face. Just kidding.

He ah always wear something that is out of this world. Always so nicely dressed. Sometimes, I want to rip his clothes apart. Just kidding again.

Pardon me for my incoherent blabberings and spoilt English. Later, 1st time meeting my long lost da ge (godbrother)!

Then this thursday, meeting up with my ex-classmates! And this Saturday with my ex-schoolmates from my previous secondary school!

La-la-la.

Because I am crazy crazy already, I am giving away 5 free tickets to a cultural dance performance at Bedok! Get it now while stock last. Add me @ shahrizal85@hotmail.com if you want them.

I slapped myself and my face goes boing boing like the SKII girl.

*Faint due to fatigue*

For HE is Everything I Will Say In this Entry

1. He who said that I was an arrogant bastard, right back at ya. Look at how you carry yourself, with that proud face of yours which many guys love to punch and girls to slap. And so to speak, you admit it yourself. How ironic.

"I feel so.. distant from them," this is what he wrote in one of his entries. You know why you felt that way? It's simply because you are arrogant.

2. And speaking of arrogant, He is one vicious person who tends to manipulate people. Even he wrote that himself.

"A game of viciousity?"

3. To re-emphasize and with solid evidences, he wrote, "Some a bit afraid of me, some hate me to my guts..."

What else can I say. He is just ARROGANT.

4. When he does not get what he wants, and when things does not goes his way, his "childishness" will be unleashed.

"Ha~! I never lose... I never regrets." and the message he sent me, "He's hurt. Times up! You lost!"

What childish behavior. Tsk! Tsk! Just a message; it tells all.

These two were not the only occasions that he potrayed his childish behavior.

5. "I'm currently having problems with one of my classmate & i think the best way to handle this would be to turn away & ignore."

When he could not handle the pressure anymore, the only solution for him is to run away from it. Such a cowardy behavior.

Don't you think the best way to handle such stuff is to solve the problem immediately to avoid further misunderstandings?

That is what happens when YOU walked away from me at B.K.

6. Rude! It was really very rude of YOU. I would never walked away from anyone especially YOU when there were misunderstandings.

7. It was just a picture (I will write what happened later on), and you became so flabbergasted. And because of your immaturish acts, misunderstandings started to rise.

8. You fabricated your stories so that people with take your side and sympathize you, but what really shows is that you are a fucking LIAR.

Oh, wait a second. Let me re-write that sentence. ...what really shows is that you are a liar.

9. I would never use vulgarities such as the F or the C.B words. I won't stoop to your level. I feel disgusted by you.

10. You made used of me. You tried to get close to my godbrother by the means of ME. Thinking that my godbrother will fall for you. Dream on. With all those bad points you have, I would urge my godbrother choosing someone else far more better than you. You are NOTHING.

11. Your entry title, "Blood is thicker than water". Oh come on, they are not even related to you by blood.

There are other things I wish to say but I would not really want to waste my time.

By posting such mean entry about me on your blog, you are just trying to gain more support from your blog readers and probably taint my reputation. But I'm not. I'm here to defend myself.

And by the way, if it weren't for me, you would not have known anything about the blogging world. And if it weren't for me creating the buzz and urging my readers to read your blog, nobody actually reads your blog except for yourself and a few other friends of yours.

I'm not trying to be cocky here but I am stating a fact that I have an average of 3000 readers a day compared to your measely 20 - 30 readers a day.

He is despicable.

Be Warned

24 hours. You are given 24 hours to undo the things you did, then chaos will break loose.

Trust me. Don't minced with my words.

More Presents...

Roy handed me a box and I was curious of what it was inside. Maybe it's another scented oil, and candle holder.

I opened it up...

Ah! It was Miss. Pig (because I see no penis) and a small candle. She's no ordinary pig.

Just slot in a one dollar coin and she will moan for you (only if you're into beastiality). Trust me, it's worth it (only if you're into animal sex).

Did you see what I saw?

Another coin bank!

I know I spent money like water. Maybe these two coin banks will help me save up... coins.

Octopussy: Help me! Help me! I'm lost!

Evil Twin: Ohhh! So many tentacles. Think of what you can do with them.

Apart from the coin bank present, Radiah, C.Y, Jessica and erm- Tinkle (Sorry, I forgot your name!) bought me a chocolate bar but I ate it even before I can take a picture of it. Apologies!

My schoolmates, Durka Devi, Julaiga Banu and Lalitha whom I met several days after my birthday chalet gave me a nicely wrapped box.

Oh my god! Could it be ...

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...

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... A ring.

I opened it up and...

I was pleasantly shocked. It was the necklace I wanted. And no, they did not even know I wanted it or ever did I mentioned anything about necklaces to them.

I was stumped. I was at loss for words.

Thank you so much! I love it alot!

Hmm...

What could it be inside this gift wrapping?

!!!! It's a glow in the dark key chain and it has my name engraved on it!

Ah!!! It's nice!

And I would apologize again as I ate up the chocolate that came along with this keychain in the wrapping. So I was unable to take a picture of it!

Thanks to Radiah and her friend.

Ah! I received a photo frame from my classmate, Sugeendra Devi!

Wait!...

It's not what I think it is.

Eh?

Oh...

Still can't figure it out?

It's a diary, you silly.

It was nicely done; very creative. I thought it was a photo frame until I opened it up to realize it was a diary.

So paiseh le! I thought it was a photoframe and I even phoned Devi who was at Malaysia and thanked her for the photoframe she had given me, even without opening up and looking what's inside. I was assured that it was a photoframe because I saw it before.

Only a few days later, when I opened the cover up, I realized it was a diary.

*Faint*

Nice, really nice!

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I have to blog about my other remaining presents next time. It's 6:56am and I am freaking tired.

My Birthday Presents (Part 1)

Author's note: If you all are wondering why this entry is up so late was because I was still receiving presents even after my birthday and I was caught up with alot of work to post this entry up.

I thanked those who gave me presents. I really like all of them!

My other half gave me 5 presents in total...

A bag full of...

...Candies and chocolates!

And...

2 Pink tee-shirts of a darker and lighter color.

The next two that my other half gave me were...

AYUMI HAMASAKI!

Oh my god! I wanted to buy these two CDs but my other half kept on telling me that I should not buy them. Now I know why! I'm shocked. I love them! Thanks dear!

Then, I proceeded to open my other presents.

My blog reader, Zeke who is now my godbrother, bought me a piggy handphone holder. It's cute and now I can easily locate my handphones and not misplacing them always.

Dallas bought me a ...

Hmm... I wonder what was inside the 'box'.

Ah! It's a candle holder, a scented candle and lavender oil.

To be continued...

Letter from XiaXue

Dear readers of xiaxue.blogspot.com,

Yes, indeed, my blog has been hacked. I understand some of you might be sending emails to me right now, alerting me, and the thought warms my heart (which is very startlingly cold right now mind you).

Unfortunately, the hacker is quite clever. He also managed to guess the password to my gmail account. My 3,000 emails, some of which very important business contacts, are all gone.

*snap!* Gone.

The last time I saw my account, I saw two new emails, and these were the only two. I thought Gmail cocked up on me. I laughed, refreshed, and hey, I got logged out! To my horror I couldn't log in anymore. Can you imagine the amount of time he or she took to delete everything?

Checking blogger.... GONE TOO!

How wonderful. A total of 12 or so blogs, all painstakingly done up, all gone. The media center, the FAQs, the photolog, the Hate site. My hard work of 3 years, gone.

Vanished into thin air now! How very cruel this person is. I wonder what made him or her do this.

I remember I once told Adrian, "You know what is my greatest fear?" "What?" he mumbled (not because he wanted to mumble but because he only grunts and mumbles).

It was that someone would hack into my blogger account.

Adrian laughed and said, "Then did you save all your blog files?"

I told him no. He scolded me and said, "Then you better go and save them now!"

And I did! The latest, however, was the May archives. So if you do have ways to get back the June and July archives, or you saved them even, do tell me! I never thought I would ever be thanking this person, but... xialanbin.blogspot.com did put in some work in copying my files afterall. The URL for my archives are there.

It will be hard work doing up all the old blog entries again. It will take a lot of time and sweat, but I can do it.

Because being Xiaxue means nothing can get me down, ever. Especially when so many of you are with me. Thank you Shuyin, for waking up at 430am to help me.

I started out with nothing, and I can do it all over again. I will stop those bloody tears right this moment.

Help me spread the word. Help me put this message on your blog. Do not email me at xiaxue@gmail.com from now until I get back my account. If you want a word, please email me at wendycheng@gmail.com.

Thank you.

The real Wendy
[Because this email can be authenticated by my friends Shuyin, Wanyi, Mrbrown, Mr Miyagi and Kenny Sia.]

Picture Done By A 12 Year Old Blog Reader

Thanks for the collage you'd sent me, Emily Tay. It's creative. I like it very much. And for that, I shall put it as my main picture.

I wish you good luck for your PSLE!

Pictures of Me from 2004 - 2005 (Hairstyle And Face)

I was deleting those unwanted photos. I tell you - there are more than 6000 over photos of what my sister and I had taken for the past year. Our laptop is running out of space.

Then, I saw some of my pictures I took a year ago. Boy, I looked really chubby a year back but now, I look much better. I'd noticed my hairstyle changed throughout the year; not 1 but more than 10 different styles and colors.

You shall do the judging.

June 3rd, 2004...

1. My hair was combed like the letter M, except that its side-parting and my hair is dark brown.

2. (The picture above) For just that day, I spiked-up my hair and created a slight messy look.

The last picture; my face especially my cheeks look so big, so fat.

Well, what do you expect me to do during the 7 months vacation I had before school re-opened except for eating, sleeping, and more eating?

Yes, I did get myself a part-time job but not much physical works were involved.

Thus, I grew chubby.

July 2004...

3. My hair was still combed like the letter, M. But the difference was that my hair was back to black!

I wore sunglasses even though I was at my classmate's house because I felt inferior. I felt that I was so ugly.

September 04...

4. My hair was colored again; medium brown and I decided to forgo the letter, M hairstyle and flattened my hair.

Note that I am still chubby!

November 04...

5. I colored my hair yet again; black and I decided to cut my hair short! Now that's the first step. But I still did not know how to style my hair.

Look at how messy my hair was.

I was tired of seeing the old chubby me. So I undergo a dieting plan. No pills, no machines, no whatsover except for dieting. I managed on the amount of food I eat each day.

Mid-December 05...

6. I dyed my hair to copper brown and my hair grew long again but I went for the messy side-parting look.

January 05...

7. I added a little of red to my hair and it was side-parting yet again.

Then I saw improvement on my dieting program.

February 05...

8. My fringe was red in color while the top was black. What the heck was I thinking? Talking about fashion disaster.

March 05...

9. I cut my hair short again, and I wanted it to remain that way. I wore a cap, but then I realize the style does not suit me.

March 05...

10. I combed my hair to my extreme left and spiked them up towards my left.

April 05...

11. Spiky + Messy! Black! Nice - I like!

June 05...

12. Black once again. I did the David Beckham hair except that I let my fringe down. (Like those japanese guys' hairstyle)

Mid-June 2005...

13. My hair was golden brown!

See the difference for a year ago and now?