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After all that has happened and all that will be happening, there is only grief and desolation. What a horrible way to end the year.

Let us pray for the well-being of those still missing, but most of all, for those still alive.





It's a sad sad week.

Dr. Asmadi

Mr. Douglas.O calls Mr. Zuko Doctor Asmadi. Something about what he wore to BarNone one fine day. So on the day of Mr. Zuko's birthday celebration last week, he got called onto the stage by Mr. Douglas.O, and naturally Mr. Douglas.O went, " Everybody, here is our good friend, Doctor Asmadi!! He's celebrating his birthday today so please give him a big round of applause!!" The conversation onstage that followed was peppered with questions on which University he was from, and Mr. Douglas.O's call for sick people to look for this very 'good' doctor.
When the episode was over and Mr. Zuko was on his way to and back from the the loo, people, mostly girls, went up to him and said, " Hiii... Happy Birthday. I see you around here all the time, and i didn't know you're a doctor....*smile*"

Nadia, your papabear just upped zam's value in BarNone. Ho Ho!

xmasss

Happy holidays to one and all.

Just a few days back I was walking outside Wisma Atria & Takashimaya and I got so amazed at the efforts that the organisers(whoever they are) had thrown in! Sculptures of Baby Jesus Christ and friends in the stable, choirs... effort, man! Mr. Zuko totally hates it whenever I stop and watch any of the performances. He thinks only lame JC people enjoy mass-dancing, mass-singing, mass-anything. He thinks this way ever since I brought him to my school's Mid Autumn Festival celebration. Hey! We play carrom too you know!

Anyhow, I didn't give a hoot what he thought. I stopped and watched anyway. He was fidgeting and mumbling under his breath all the while when I was truly enjoying myself staring at the fat balding teacher-in-charge swaying his arms and hips at the singing-kids.

I did give in finally. When this group of teenagers went on and started dancing and rapping away.
"Tell me who's in the house?! JC! Who's in the house?!!! JC!!!"
I left when I found out who JC was.

dec14

When I was much younger, I've always wanted to be older. I couldn't wait to be in my twenties. At that time, the twenties seemed to be an age of wisdom, freedom, and of course, financial independence. No more will I need the company of my parents should I need to make a trip to Orchard Road. Nor their consent to buy a pair of track shoes. I will be able to come home as late as I want and not worry about curfews. And I won't have to live in fear whenever it's time to bring home the report book.

Now that I'm officially 25, the twenties doesn't appear to be that alluring. I'm none the wiser compared to that kid I was, not as liberated as I would have liked, and still as broke as ever. Like it's not bad enough to not have these realised, I'm slapped with more pressure and a great deal of stress. When you're 25, you're expected to be sensible enough to lead a decent life. Coming home at 4am is not even remotely sensible. When you're 25, you should have an honest and respectable job with a sound paycheck (of course it should include CPF contribution to guarantee a comfortable and painless ownership of your HDB flat when you're getting married). Naturally at 25, you should be going out with a worthy and pleasant young chinese man who has an equally sound, if not, bigger paycheck.

I hate 25! I'd rather be studying for my 'O' levels!

On this day, my wish is to become the richest woman in the whole wide world!!!!!! Oh right, and world peace...

idoliminnnity

The Singapore Idol is finally over. I still can't believe some girl actually sms-ed 2500 votes for Sylvester! That's pure insanity! And she bought 4 extra sim cards just to do that since you are allowed only 500 votes per sim card. If I were to do that, my mama would probably hit me with a hammer. This is crazy. Singaporeans are crazy! How unexpected.

Yesterday, Daniel Ong was interviewing "celebrities" on the "red carpet". I thought that was pretty crappy too, until President SR Nathan came along. I was anticipating Daniel Ong to go up to him and say, " Good evening Sir. So, who are you rooting for?" But he didn't. What a mood-spoiler!

I think I like Dick Lee. But I hope he'll change his name once we're together. It'll get ugly if we quarrel. Go away Japanese Man!


p.s/ Oh, congrats Mr. Zuko & HunkyBurlyKirin. It's your "Hidup Melayu!" dream come true.