a beautiful mess

(it was on my itunes shuffle)

The Night of the Rebellion, we girls met at Royals Cafe and pondered (among many other things like if singapore is a one party state or one party dominant state) upon a perplexing question: we are all so hot and desirable(statement), so why is it that no guys are chasing us/chased us(question)?

we carefully reviewed each of the boys from our class and affirmed that none of them made any moves; gave flowers; or tiffany necklaces (hee).

That we put forth to our Aunt Agony hailed from Figaro Gardens. and to each of us he gave his insights (so matter of fact but i guess that helps) and told us how to remedy our, shall i say, uniqueness.
the hot babe: you look too high class (eug: huh what kind!)
yours truly: you look too dao
the cool one: you dont hang out enough with malays! (but surely under the block counts..)
the one perfectly happy the way she is: you.. just dont care right?

and why should we?

and i shall stop here in short of lapsing into what adibah calls my self proclaimed prophecy.
in short, boys are stupid, throw rocks at them. in long, i am working towards a bachelorette pad.

oh, bother.

my parents went to ubin this morning. they've officially outdone me- i havent even been there myself!!

this is what happens when you have a father who doesnt look like he's aged at all, and a mum who's fitter (in the british sense) than you.

mental note to self: will outdo my kids too. (hello mummy is going st james tonight dont wait up!)

seasame street

they sing together!


i love her.

but the best:

'doughnuts with a bite out of it looks like C but it doesnt taste as good!
a moon sometimes look lk C but you cant eat that, so...
C is for cookie, and thats good enough for me!'

haha and so i spent the whole afternoon looking at such videos. why cant i just spend life singing, counting and saying the alphabet too!

battle.

watch and be tickled;)


back from all my holidays, bournemouth was a tad too cold for sunbathing but at least i got to catch sex and the city on big screen (cos tickets were so much cheaper there). i think they kept it very real and thats why i felt so drawn towards the characters, and obviously the clothes were fabulous to watch as well. dont worry, im not going to become brand conscious, just brand aware i guess;)

diets dont work.

bing: "especially for teojia"

One day, when a seamstress was sewing while sitting close to a river, her
thimble fell into the river. When she cried out, the Lord appeared and asked,
"My dear child, why are you crying?" The seamstress replied that her thimble
had fallen into the water and that she needed it to help her husband in
making a living for their family. The Lord dipped His hand into the water and
pulled up a golden thimble set with sapphires.

"Is this your thimble?" the Lord asked The seamstress replied, "No."

The Lord again dipped into the river. He held out a golden thimble studded
with rubies.

"Is this your thimble?" the Lord asked. Again, the seamstress replied, "No."

The Lord reached down again and came up with a leather thimble.

"Is this your thimble ?" the Lord asked. The seamstress replied, "Yes." The
Lord was pleased with the woman's honesty and gave her all three thimbles to
keep, and the seamstress went home happy.


Some years later, the seamstress was walking with her husband along the
riverbank, and her husband fell into the river and disappeared under the
water. When she cried out, the Lord again appeared and asked her, "Why are
you crying?" "Oh Lord, my husband has fallen into the river!"


The Lord went down into the water and came up with George Clooney. "Is this
your husband?" the Lord asked.


"YES!!" cried the seamstress. The Lord was furious. "You lied! That is an
untruth!"


The seamstress replied, "Oh, forgive me, my Lord. It is a
misunderstanding. You see, if I had said 'no' to George Clooney, you would
have come up with Brad Pitt.

Then if I said 'no' to him, you would have come up with my husband. Had I
then said 'yes,' you would have given me all three. Lord, I'm not in the best
of health and would not be able to take care of all three husbands, so THAT'S
why I said 'yes' to George Clooney.


And so the Lord let her keep him.



The moral of this story is:

Whenever a woman lies, it's for a good and honorable reason, and in the best
interest of others. That's our story, and we're sticking to it.


Signed,

All Us Women

my secret admirer(s)

here's the confession letter, and since they're not online for me to strangle them, here it is. ;)

Dearest most-loved yunnie, tjy, jy, Jia Yun, (in that order of frequency!)

I think it’s time for me to finally say, my favorite yellow spark, how I really feel about you.

I never thought I could really love someone as much as I love you. We started out as friends just talking, you that obnoxious tkg girl, but over the last couple of months I've truly fallen for you the way you’ve fallen for Clooney — head over heels. You're not one to admit how you feel but I know somewhere in your heart you have feelings for me too because I know you would not have just wasted your time, over girltalk, dark chocs, pizza hut lunches, Friday dinners, 7-11 visits, shared secrets, bus rides and showers, for nothing.

I am sincerely sorry that I cannot be there with you to celebrate your twenty-first birthday, because of this distance that separates us; Toa Payoh + Tampines (or for now, Seattle) + Simei + Pasir Ris is a veryyy long way from you. The fact that we're a thousand miles apart is not a matter at all because you are always in my heart. But I want you to know that I miss seeing you around in 04s22, or in Singapore, for that matter, and I am, and will be, always thinking of you breaking my bed.

I cherish any thought of you, prize any memory of you that rises from the depths of my mind, and live for the day when our physical separation will no longer be; i.e. December of 2008

Until that moment arrives, I send to you across the miles, my tender love and my warm embrace, to keep YTT warm. J

Till we finally meet again,

Love now and always,

Your favourite teetees (:

go orange

two days ago i bought a pack of carrots, 2kg worth of all the orange fibre goodness, simply because it was only 99pence. and it tied in with my new diet- more vegetables in my foods! besides i love eating raw carrots, im quite a rabbit at that, and on the first day i easily ate like ten sticks- five for lunch, five for dinner.

THEN today cheryl had to tell me that eating too much carrots makes you turn orange (freaking oomphaloompa) i dont remember this but she thinks it was in greys, and anyway she really knew someone who turned orange from snacking on oranges and carrots.

i dont want to turn orange!!

so please, if you see me and you think i look orange, TELL ME. even if you have to point a finger at me and laugh.
in the meantime, im taking a break from carrots;(

letter.

Dear Ashraf,

I don’t really know how to tell you this, but you’re a pervert. I think I realised it when your dwarf bit me in women’s clothing and pulled the toupee off my best friend.

I’m sure you’re middle-class enough to understand that there is no solution to this.

Im returning your love letters back to you, but I’m keeping the results of your blood sample.

You should also know that I was interviewed by the Times about a new life as a clone.

Fuck off now,
Jia Yun

ps. thanks to nab:) i did get a shock when i first read it (esp the ring part!)
pps. sorry ashraf:D

pinks and blues

well i just had the best end of week celebration ;)
first of all i msned with george clooney (i kid you not) and just because i know no one else believes me i took a printscreen

then for yanneng's 21st (happy birthday babe;) cheryl and i (again) did really pretty strawberry cupcakes and blueberry muffins. we didnt take alot of pictures this time round cos i was feeling sleepy. but anyway the strawberry cupcakes look amazing (the batter was a very pretty pink( remember our pink cookies??) ) and then we did frosting on the top and it was a crowd favourite. although some seem to prefer the healthier tasting blueberry muffins. those were gd as well.

nutella woes

my bed broke. its broken. one of the wooden planks, is snapped, in half, hole, in my bed.

i knew we should have had so many bottles of nutella!!

getting old

conversation between me and bra
bra: hey sorry i was afk when you pst me
me:??
bra: you noob(or smthg like that)
me: yeah im getting too old for your lingo
bra: yeah me and yj and shawn on the vent now
me: (gives up)

am i really getting too old for lingos? who the hell says afk and pst??

where are you now my love

watching excess baggage video now;) funny how everyone looks different now. its as if we've all grown up so much in just one year in london:) sure i miss all the tiring rehearsals and the fantastic company; and its just great to sit down one lazy sunday night watching the video. thanks kelvin:) i still think we had fantastic music!

went up to cardiff yesterday with fellow victorians. i think i had fun but haha i was with my favourite people and we did our favourite activity- primark shopping!! the primark at cardiff was really organised and neat. and HUGE - they had four storeys of cheap stuff omg. ;) i nearly lost my jacket there which was rather silly. i left it on the rack cos we were trying on clothes in front of the mirror and when i was done i turned around and the coat was gone! joanne was really nice and we went around retracing our steps. well luckily for me i think a staff cleared it so he/she returned it to the customer service counter. phew! but okay we bought alot of nice stuff;) joanne rosh and i bought the same top hee.
the first picture was taken at the cardiff castle which was probably the only touristy thing we did. oh and the pub we went to at cardiff bay for dinner was really pretty- its called terra nova.

i always think its good to get away from london once in a while- away from the busy hustle bustle and mean sullen people here;) or well just an excuse to have one whole day of fun and shopping and bridge and laughter. goooo victorians!

only that i think im sick. freshers flu. it got worse and i came back home with a splitting headache. well the wonderful paul's breakfast i had with rosh the next day made me feel loads better. cant wait to see her again:)

oh haha today i felt bored while waiting for my instant porridge to cook so i googled my name. and, (hahaa) i found this blog which apparently belongs to someone from my pri sch who said i was his first ever crush. ! wonders of the internet. ;)