It looks sleek, sexy and slim - everything I could ever have wanted in a phone. In spite of its limited utilities and daft functions which I could ignore, I have been happily admiring my newest gadget.

Except, it seems to have brought me nothing but bad luck today.


One function of this phone that makes me so satisfied with it, is its Sudoku games. I had squealed, "Sudoku!!" as if it was the most wonderful thing, to the Pork when I was clicking around, much to his amusement.

Today, on the long bus to school, I whipped it out to indulge in a game of Sudoku. Now, on my bus there are always Ngee Ann students, SIM students and NUS students. Usually when it reaches the polytechnic, the bus empties half of its load. And when it reaches SIM, the other quarter alights. I use these as indicators to alight.

I was really early, and I guess the polytechnic students and SIM students have a knack for being late, because the bus was full throughout, with NUS students. And when I finally realized that my surroundings were becoming increasingly unfamiliar, I'd already reached Kent Ridge.

I cursed the phone for its Sudoku. Not myself, because I was making an effort to look up every now and then.

I was late when I reached lecture. I fumbled around with the phone to switch it to silent mode, and the lecturer growled, "Now Huiwen, you step into the lecture late, and you play around with your phone. That's not a very good makings of a good manager, you know." I gave him a weak smile and flushed a crimson red.
I still couldn't find a way to switch it to silent mode, so I just switched it off.

During break, I finally found the shortcut to silent mode and when I got up, I dropped it.
Argh. That makes a grand total of three times. Within two days.
Congratulations wen, you're a winner.

The Pork commented that I would damage it fast on the first day I bought it, and when I turned to the Goonfather for reassurance, he did double damage by agreeing wholeheartedly.
And then I showed my Mum, and she said, "I give you 6 months."

I guess, its time to return to Retro World.

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I found ticks on Scruffy's body and told my mom, who told my dad, who freaked out. He forces us to check his body every day.
"Ticks can die one, you know? You know?! You KNOW??!!"

I'm totally behind my school work and honestly, I don't give a shit. It's Halloween.

And where the hell is my costume??

I made an implusive decision to buy a new phone. It wasn't really implusive, I was just gettng tired of putting off getting a new one, I just said, okay, let's buy it. It was a LG K810, the clampshell version of the LG Chocolate.

And I spent the next day swooning over the original Chocolate, wishing I'd bought that instead.

We spent 3 hours clearing monsters for our quest just to kill the Big Guy last night (while I was falling asleep at my keyboard), and it took us just 30 seconds to be wiped out.

I don't like holidays. It breaks my momentum for school, and I hate to think that I've been slacking.
Still, I kind of love the frenzied week that consisted of nothing worth mentioning.

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Karen Cheng's entries about her kids and motherhood are so warm and fuzzy and close to heart. I read her most recent entry on her little one learning how to talk and it almost made me feel like settling down and having babies myself.

Sniff.

I said, almost.

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I met up with a girlfriend last night. We haven't seen each other about half a year or more, so our (or rather, mine) chattering instincts kicked in and soon we were updating each other about every perspect of our lives.

She told me ecstatically about her new guy. I listened about the stories and smile genuinely when I felt my happiness blend into hers. I love her, she has always been there for me and when I knew she found her happiness I thought it must be the most wonderful thing to happen to her.

Or not?

Seems like both his and her parents strongly disapprove of their relationship.
Because she's Malay, and he's Chinese.

Her mother said things like, "What's wrong with you? You mean, you even dare touch a Chinese?"
While his mother sneered about how 'ugly' she looked and why her son had to date a 'minah' or a 'dark Malay girl'.

On top of all these, they have religious issues which neither of them can come to a compromise on.

I felt sad and shocked. I thought it took her a lot of courage to accept this relationship and the people she first shared her joy with ended up being the first ones turning their backs on her.
It was the first time too, that I heard about anyone criticising my race like that. What's wrong with touching a Chinese?

I could empathize with her, I recalled the hurt when my sister called me "lao lian" for having "that lao ah beng" as a boyfriend, and when my mother told me I had "no bright future with that guy".
I think she must be feeling ten times as worse.

It's so amazing that when the world is moving forward at this age, there are still people who are so backward in their beliefs.

I told her that time would erode all negative feelings, though inwardly I seriously doubt would be the case. Still, I sincerely wished her well as I hugged her goodbye. And I so hope that when I see her again, the stress lines hiding behind her happy visage would finally be gone.

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I'm stressed that I'm not stressed about school work.

I don't think I'll be able to find my perfect genie costume for Halloween.

I'm feeling terribly guilty for being stuck in the cyber world for 4 days straight.

I asked the Pork what I am to him in life and he replied three things:
A question mark, An exclamation mark page, and A master spell from a chest**.

I think it's very exhausting to be a full time nerd, but I don't have the guts to give it up; neither do I have the strength to carry on with it.

I need more clothes! I think I've exhausted the number of new outfits I can conjure up for school.

Therefore, I WANT NEED to go to VivoCity!!

It's so terrible being a female, we have these nonsensical things to worry about. Argh.


**In the game I'm playing, a question mark equals to a collector's item to be added to a collection, an exclamation mark is a page that can be added to a collection, and a master spell is a very rare spell that drops from monsters.

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Something has cropped up regarding Tag-board, so I've removed it, to save the unwanted and annoying prompts.

Just stick to the comments window for now, thank you very much. :)

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Is it cheating if you lie about where the money went? Yep. And it's every bit as damaging to your relationship as the physical kind.
(Read this article here)

Excerpt:

With money and marriage, there are lies. Then there are Big Lies.

Telling your spouse you bought something on sale when you didn't is a lie. Hiding five-figure credit card debt is a Big Lie.

I don't think I have much worries about this, since everything finiancially significant that the Pork spends on is quite huge, and pretty impossible to hide.
Like his exhaust. His new computer.

On the contrary, I can secretly hide my stash of nail polish and new clothes at home. Yippee!

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I spent an hour weighing my options and trying to decide on one.

Option #1
Should I go running? Argh, why the hell do the skies have to turn dark when I'm thinking of it? I have to jog, or else I won't find the momentum to continue.

Option #2
I should study. But I haven't jogged in a week!
But my school work is in a mess. I NEED to study. But I have tomorrow. Is tomorrow enough? I don't think so?

I never cease to amaze myself. Two simple choices, and I spent an hour deciding.
And, I still haven't reached a conclusion yet.
Sometimes, I'm such a bimbo that I refuse to acknowledge myself.

Speaking of bimbos, the Pork was a total himbo the other day.
I got him to print my lecture notes and he did a perfect job of downloading the slides and operating the printer.

Except my lecture notes came in a huge stack, with one slide per page.

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We held a mini Lantern Festival party last night.
When we arrived, they had already decorated the walls and plants with beautiful glowing lanterns.

All of us were supposed to bring mooncakes, but the festival actually ended the day before so we had trouble looking for them. We bought yummy mini cakes instead, which we didn't finish because everyone was probably too full from dinner.


I couldn't find any cutesy lanterns for myself either, so I had to make do with the lousy, traditional paper ones. And of course, I brought my special candle along to substitute for a lantern.


Meow meow arrived in her new hairdo, looking extremely cute with her curls and short bangs. And I noticed a few shopping bags too, hee hee.

I brought Mr Scruffy too. He was such a darling the whole night, and I think he was more than happy to have so many people fawning over him.

It's nice seeing everyone after such a long time! (Though Johnson and Rena couldnt come) We chatted over tea and Coke, mini cakes and mooncakes. We talked about everything, hopping from one topic to another without much correlation with each.

So nice to see that everyone hasn't changed, and that we can still pick up where we last left off.

Happy Lantern Festival everyone!

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The Pork is somewhere in Sentosa attending a beautiful and romantic beach wedding.

And I?

Am home alone. Cracking my head to come up with examples of Toyota and Dell Computers based on the strategy model by Porter, only to come up with a series of blank thoughts, and more blanks.

I ended up with a paper full of cut and paste from Wikipedia.
Better than nothing though, it took me an hour plus to organize everything into the model.

How I would love it so if I could bring Uncle Kel, AKA Kel-pedia, to my exam hall.

Me: Uncle Kel! Tell me about Toyota!
Kelpedia: Toyota .... blah blah blah....... Toyota!

Me: (a month later)Woohoo, first class honours grades for Management paper!

Yeah, right.

If only Life was a bed of roses. If only Life had Kel-pedias everywhere you want it to be.
But no, Life has to be as difficult as teaching Scruffy the meaning of 'toy'.

Me: (holding Scruffy's toy) Scruffy, Toy!
(throws toy far away)
Scruffy: (collects toy and brings it back to me, while walking in circles)
Me: (pets Scruffy) Very good boy!

Next thing you know...

Me: (holding Scruffy's toy) Scruffy, Toy!
(throws toy far away)
Scruffy: (Runs to his house and sits inside)
Me: (Speechless)

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I finally dragged myself down to the poolside to tan.
I was contemplating between changing into my running gear and my bikini, then I decided that the sun was too perfect to miss.

It's been so long since I felt the comfortable heat of the rays on my back, so long since my affair with the sun ended.
Ah.. Bliss. I should remember to do this more often.

Yesterday was World Animal's Day. I forgot about it until today, so I paid a little more attention to Scruffy.
I rubbed him on his belly. Gave him extra playtime. Fed him his bacon treats. Trimmed the fur around his eyes. Scratched him behind his ears.
I think he knew it was a special day, because not long, he was walking around with his toy in his mouth, asking me to play with him.

After that, I had a great struggle with school work for 2 hours, before I finally gave up. So now I'm suffering the aftermath of my choice - I'm worrying again. I have a test next tuesday, and I have absolutely no idea what's it about, I'm going to flunk it.

It's time I learned how to relax! I'm so going running tomorrow to de-stress.
For now, I shall sip my herbal tea and continue worrying.

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It's strange. Sometimes we tuck away windows to the past, and forget about the little things around us that we used to appreciate.

We were driving around, when a trishaw rider and his passenger caught my attention. Apart from the fact that they were travelling against traffic, what attracted me was the serene look on the passenger's face, the slow pedalling that motorists have now come to detest. I recognized that expression, for it mirrored mine when I was little.

Mum and I, we used to travel to Eunos by foot and then take a trickshaw home at the end of the day. I used to enjoy the rides a great deal. I loved the feeling of the breeze caressing my face, the way the creaking of the pedals became music to my ears. Instantly, I was whisked back to the past, enjoying what used to be the norm for me.

When reality pulled me back I was suddenly saddened by the fact that there were no more trickshaw uncles in Eunos, and how the trickshaws are now decorated with silly colourful bulbs, have music blasting from the sides and worsen traffic congestion by travelling in rows with tourists.

I would give for anything to slow down the world for just that bit, and have everyone take a good look at everything around them. What a pity - Some things are so beautiful but you don't take notice of it until the eleventh hour when you realize, it's taken your breath away.

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The Mother struck again. This time, full force. She came up with a totally new line:
"Is your face swollen, or is it just fat?"

I got horribly affected by it.
And the last thing I thought would cheer me up, would be Management lecture.

Nonetheless, I emerged out of school happy as a lark, thoroughly enriched by the class, the lecturer's (not so) witty jokes and the satisfaction that I was solidating the knowledge I'd gained; though there was a huge chunk there that I still didn't understand.

After school, we met up for dinner and had our usual How-was-your-day chat. As usual, I chattered on endlessly while he listened, and chipped in here and there occasionally. It's a requisite for me to 'unleash' after a whole day. And that is, by talking.

I complained about several things, beamed about some. I was told that my 'bloated face' was probably caused by too much heatiness, some herbal tea would do. Then I forgot about the comment and continued away with my chattering.

It's been our habit now to turn on the computer for our daily dose of gaming once we reached home. And there it was, a huge glass of herbal tea on the table beside me.

It doesn't matter how your day started, all it matters is how it ends.

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