OMG WTH LOL!

Excerpts from Mag's blog:

30 Dec, 01 18

thank god i was two metres away when i burped out really loud
ops, i forgot that i am in her room now


30 Dec, 02 58

okay before i start , i'll clarify - i am not les.
gekk has skinny hot legs man
i know she's going to whack me, pinch me,
or whatever
she's violent please

Wow, I didn't know she actually tries to stifle her burps around me. Yeah, it's one of my pet peeves, burping. I think twice as gross as farting, and I almost never burp out loud.

The girl really thinks that I am a pinching, slapping madwoman, what the hell. But all is forgiven with that hot legs line, hohoho ;p.



Last night was a haze. I have been feeling incredibly unmotivated of late, and that sucks. I need to do well. I know I won't be getting into any prestigious local university at any rate, but I need to show myself that I can do it. And do it I have! I just have to keep this up and console myself that I could have done better.

Damn, I'm all sedated right now from the Service report but yay, I'm supping with Mag, Dansen and maybe even Leslie later! It's a long overdue reunion!



Terence shared a story with us today. I really like this one, so I'll be nice and share it with you.

Elephants, unlike tigers and lions, are not kept in enclosures. Instead, they are chained to the ground by a single nail. You would think that the elephant, what with it being one of the strongest mammals around, would be gone within seconds, but that hasn't been the case. The reason behind this? They had been chained when they were infants, when they hadn't been able to muster enough strength to break free. They had all once tried to escape, but as their attempts had time and time again been proven futile, they gave up hope. The memory of the nail pinning them down got locked in their heads, thus they don't ever bother trying to escape even after they are fully grown and wield great power.

But should the day come when an elephant needs to take flight in the face of danger, it will realise its true strength and never be chained by a nail again.

I hope the story didn't lose its flavour, and that you get the moral behind it (of course you got it, duh).

I have always known that to live life fully, you have to immerse yourself in the unknown and crush mental barriers, but the Cameron trip really re-enforced the whole idea. I'm very much the city slicker, but scaling Gunung Brinchang brought me this crazy wave of sublimity that I could never have gotten playing pool or shopping. I know the mountain is a mere 3.5km but it felt like I was on the top of the world up there! Man, everyone should try it!


Oh hey, here's another one:

A blonde girl calls her boyfriend and says, "Please come over here and help me. I have a killer jigsaw puzzle, and I can't figure out how to get it started".

Her boyfriend asks, "What is it supposed to be when it's finished?"

The blonde says, "According to the picture on the box, it's a tiger".

Her boyfriend decides to go over and help with the puzzle. She lets him in and shows him where she has the puzzle spread all over the table.

He studies the pieces for a moment, then looks at the box, then turns to her and says,

"First of all, no matter what we do, we're not going to be able to assemble these pieces into anything resembling a tiger".

He takes her hand and says, "Secondly, I want you to relax. Let's have a nice cup of tea, and then...."

he sighed,



"...let's put all these Frosties back in the box"

Cue guffaw! OK, Terence didn't tell us that. Uncovered a whole lot of blonde jokes googling the elephant story online (still didn't find it though- look, I wrote it for you!).


One last one for the road:

I saw a woman wearing a sweat shirt with "Guess" on it. So I said "Implants?"

LOL.

This report is by far the toughest report I have ever done! Thought I could quickly whip up some fluff and serve it but this is killing me. No, really. Club's membership capacity is reached but I'm still supposed market it? Goodness, I'm not even a marketing student! And yeah, I'm not an experienced businesswoman, so how in the blue hell am I supposed to know how to improve the club's facilities, huh?

Why don't you just flush my diploma down the toilet right now? Seems like that's what this project was engineered to do.

So Isabel and I conducted our service survey today, and frankly, most of the staff's attitudes sucked. Maybe it was because we didn't look like we were guests, I don't know, but that's no reason for that GM-looking guy to treat me like dirt. That's OK, Victor, you can make up for it by treating me to a spread the next time I come around as your Michelin mystery guest.

I don't know how to not come off sounding like a lusty teenager, but me being alone in the gym, which was located in a desolated, dingy corner of the hotel, with the resident trainer did spark off some illicit thoughts. Hey, wait, no, I wasn't fantasizing getting down and dirty with the guy! I just thought the scene made for good erotica! The images weren't explicit or anything, and I wasn't in the picture at all! OK, now I'm just digging myself in deeper, aren't I?



Alright, someone please tell me how to eat a Chupa Chups lollipop gum? I can't bite into it! What's wrong with the damn thing- too thick a skull? I have never failed to bite into any sweet before! I'm more of an instant gratification person, and I want my sugar rush now!

My abdominal muscles are aching from all the vigorous coughing I have been doing; my cough pursued me from Singapore to Malaysia and back. Other than that little damper, the trip pretty much rocked!


The night/ dawn trek up Gunung Brinchang was exhilarating!

Maybe someone shone their torch at the trees and caused me to get possessed or something, because about an hour into the trek, I became fixated with reaching the summit. That incredible buzzing feeling was at it again, and all I wanted to do was tear my way through the mountain. That desire itself is a miracle- in my usual state of mind, I'd rather watch paint dry.

The last quarter of the trek was the most sublime experience! Everyone was surging towards the peak fueled by pure adrenalin, exhaustion forgotten. You are bursting with euphoria upon reaching the summit, your highest point of the day, and you can't help but scream. You are right up there with your friends, a smile perpetually stretched wide on your face, greeted by the rising sun, enveloped by the clouds. You are on cloud nine.

It was freakass fantastic!


Call me ungrateful, but I was really getting sick of all the "Are you okay?"s thrown my way. Apparently my cough was so bad, everyone couldn't resist asking the same question again and again. I know they meant well, but asking once to show concern is enough. I'm not a kid, I can take care of myself; help is for when I really need it. And if you're not going to render help, why bother asking?


I guess I wasn't the easiest person to get along with during the trip, what with my new found tsking habit (am trying to snuff it out) and short temper. And since Weewee and Belinda could tolerate me, it means we'll be friends forever, right? Yay ;D!


Anyways, I definitely got more out of the trip than I had bargained for, and I'm really thankful for that. This is going to sound real corny, but some self-discovery really did happen back there. I might share a little in bits and pieces, but most of it shall remain privy to yours truly. What, you mean you're actually curious?




It's Christmas! And what I want for Christmas is a christmas tree- I didn't get (get as in buy, not receive it from Santa) it again this year.

In sixteen hours, I shall be embarking on my first backpacking trip! I'm not sure if this is something to be proud of, but my bag's girth is larger than mine. I can't help but pack extra because I'm afraid that my laundry won't dry.

I'm thrilled with the idea of going to plantation after plantation and hunting down the Rafflesia flower (I'd love to see it, even though mere pictures creep me out- its colour reminds me of skin disease and it just looks plain evil), but I can't believe how much trekking we are going to have to do! I much prefer the urban jungle- waterlogged shoes and soggy everything don't really appeal to me. I'm really excited about exploring a foreign country though; the food, the traditions, the social culture, everything!



My service assignment is staring at me now. I need to complete it before the trip. It's 2.5k words- I think I can sum the whole thing up in less than 500.

It is one thing to expect, and quite another to have come to expect.

The latter makes you feel more cheated- you were led to believe, led to disappointment.

I am dying for a bag of Ruffles (amazingly it's Ruffles, not Lays, this time). Oh wait, my title says I'm already dead.

It's been a lazy week, and I'm not quite sure I like it. I mean, of course having leisure time is good, but what I have on hand is way too much time. Actually, I don't. I just like to leave things to the last minute because I hate doing official work (it just puts you in a different state of mind and you want to rebel- even more so if the work is boring) and like the rush hour rush.


I was just looking through my draft posts, and hey, there's one dated 26 Nov, 01 08, with Yading's name on it. It starts with Jeez, Yading- the rest, you don't wanna know.

This whole MP-SIP ordeal taught me a few things, none of which I can jot down in my SIP/ MP log books. I learnt the importance of picking my battles and weighing the pros and cons, to see things from both a macro and microview, and that being manipulative isn't necessarily a bad thing. And most of all, I learnt to make do with what I've got.

Yeah. Just in case I backtrack into wide-eyed innocence (ditch that skeptical look, will ya?) again.

It's 3 Dec, and the whole MP fest is over! Alright!

I'm positive the MP Log Book is useless, and my CCOM report was a mess, but it's all over now! Thank God!




Guess who's going backpacking in Cameron Highlands this holidays? Yep, I've decided to come out of retirement for six days!

It sounded like a drag at first because I'm not all that into trekking (I was so bored during that second ELF Bukit Timah trek. I can't believe the Cameron guys are going again- on Pear and I's rare weekend anniversary, no less!), and I couldn't care less if I saw a Rafflesia (ha, I say that now, but you can bet I'll be oohing and ahhing over it when I see it. If I make it past suffocating to death, that is). But yeah, they said there wouldn't be much of the hiking-trekking stuff, and exploring foriegn land sounds great!


I can't believe my parent's won't let me out of Singapore without any adults. I'm practically an adult myself! Add Mag's age to mine and hey presto, you've got a mature woman! Ok, I know it doesn't work that way, but I really can take care of myself!

So that wasn't the most mature and rational reaction I could've had. So I'm a total buffoon in the kitchen. So I'm kinda laidback. So what.

People should really scrutinize themselves before they start poring over every intricate detail of my inadequacies, and then some.