Denise likes it. If you've watched the most recent episode of Grey's Anatomy, you would have seen that character that speaks of himself in the third person. I think its so funny cause i only do it when i'm bloggin but maybe i should start doing it in my daily conversations as well. Its so cool. Imagine.
Denise thinks you are stupid.
Denise thinks its absolute crap.
Denise thinks its absolutely fabulous.
ok. set. i'm so starting this.

H'anyway. Denise has had a civil morning. I like people who behave civil-y... i think we live in a modern society where most of us have been or are being educated. highly educated at that *scoff*. so we should be fully able to be civil to each other. Denise thinks its absolutely cool for that gold Honda to give way to the father's black Nissan this morning. Denise also thinks it was tremendously nice for that fella with the striped polo tee to hold the lift for her at the library block. Most of all, Denise thinks it was most sweet of the guy to hold the door and wait for her to get out first when the lift reached the 6th floor of the library. Nice. See...Singaporean MEN.. its the small gestures that count.. *roll eyes*

Yes so. back at the library. You know you are here too much when the smell of the library just hits you and registers in your brain the moment you step in. Oh and the air is saturated with stress molecules! Its seeping outta everybody's pores.

Stress molecules. Made up of 2 atoms of "study week is ending", 2 atoms of " i'm never gonna finish these notes" and 2 atoms of " i should never had pon that week's lecture"


So lets get back to my point. You think this kinda thing only in taiwan? think again. Mexico is famous of its scandalous Spanish Soap operas wildly popular in the US, Brazil and other Latin American countries of course. and its seems they've caught on with the idol pop group sucess equation. They've got it right down to the mandatory alphbetical name RBD.

heres how i found out about them. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=glu1IbUEwGs
They are HUGE now. Check out the screaming in the video and the fans screamin the lyrics to the song. Not convinced they are huge then read this http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/RBD

gotta go back to muggin. Ciao~!  ¶ 4:43 PM 0 comments

  Pamela Oei's Biggest Fan. Part II. Its been exactly one year and 9 days since I last professed my love for Pam Oei to the world via this blog. For the kay poh ones.. you can go find the Dec 2nd 2005 post la hor. H'anyway...in the past month, i've watched Forbidden City and Tick Tick Boom both big big productions with stellar casts and spectacular sets and bloody expensive seats... but at the end of the day... its the Dim Sum Dollies that win my heart year after year. Not that i'm saying that Little Shop of Horrors din haf a stella cast and a spectacular set ok.. but hor as i mentioned before... i love these ladies so much, i'd pay good money just to watch them convert oxygen to carbon dioxide on stage!! And i would have been throughly entertained just watching them do just that !! Oh man i cant believe i almost didn't go catch it because its so horribly close to the dreaded exams but my honey-bunny h'annette woo tze may bought us tickets and the rest, as they say, is history.The singing gets better and better every year i must say and the songs in this musical are truly catchy. I think they made a wonderful decision to cast Dave Tan a.k.a Electrico frontman as the voice of Audrey II ( evil-greedy-talking-orchid). I loved the sexy rock numbers! Hossan Leong!! what can i say... sheer genius.. loved him in forbidden city also...Can't wait to catch his new show next year *grinz* And then hor... h'annette and I were sitting pretty far back because we bot our tickets so last minute... and i remember after the dollies did their opening number, this (hot)lady came out and sang..and i leaned over to annette and said " Who is she? She sings pretty well." and the both of us couldn't make out who she was but she knocked my socks off with her singing la.. i cant find my socks now but thats a different story.. so during the break, i whipped out my program to see who she was and then.....tadaa guess what?

* This author does not think it is a coincidence that her name is also Denise Tan ok!!* A certain Juliet Capulet once asked her Romeo -Whats in a name? Today i tell you, there is plenty you can tell from a name! for one, it pretty obvious that only wildly talented and artistic people with hefty set of lungs and a gift of a beautiful singing voice have the name Denise Tan written in their I.C.s HAH! and thats a FACT. *annette i know you are currently rolling you eyes and will probably yell at me for being shameless*

In my humblest opinion, the only downside to this musical is the fact that the Dollies take a rather "back-up" role.. I would have preferred more Selena Tan, Emma Yong and especially Pam Oei stage time.. oh the parking pontianak skit gets me everytime.. its so hilarious.. and the SIA girls part.. BUT WE WANT MORE DIM SUM DOLLIES leh...please??? We only get our Dollies dosage once a year so indulge us PLEASE?

So anyway.. I was thinking whether i should go like get their autographs after the show..but we didn;t la.. abit paisey.. 21 years old liao..acting all star struck and giggly.. but if i had gone to get their autographs..i'd probably like pitch them the idea of adding annette and I to the show next year... we could be the additional har kow, siu mai, xiao long bao or chee cheong fun...maybe..we could be the chopstick sisters?? eat dim sum need chopstick mah hor? Man thinking back its probably a good idea i din go and say Hi lah.. i might have lost it and hugged Pam or something..then she's gonna think i'm some psycho and barr me from all future shows.. or i may have said something extremely geeky to Denise Tan. I would go up to her and say.."Hey Denise, I'm the Denise.. i guess talent runs in the first and last names!!" and then totally embarrass myself.. Phhft i'm just so capable of something like that....

Bottom line. The show rocked. It has got my panties in a knot cause its so good. Go catch it if you can..it runs till the end of Nov I believe. Pam rocks too..in fact she rocks the most.. and if you go catch the show and get a chance to speak to her, tell her I LOOOooVE HER... in a totally normal, healthy, non-psycho kinda way of course. Thanks.

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  of clogs and kampong life Its Saturday. no wait its 1-friggin-am so its Sunday. Anyway what that means is that hell week is officially over. I screwed up the lab report, handed it in at 5:31 when it was due at 5:30!! and the presentation....wells we were in school till 430 AM (*gasps and sighs*) the day before the actual presentation. I had enough time to take a cab home, bathe, sleep for an hour then take a cab back to school for probably the most unprepared and terrible done presentation i've ever done, complete with eye rings and eye bags!! how terribly UNGLAM~! PHHFT!! hell with it la..at least we're over and done with it.

The daddy is back from Holland. I missed him and i'm glad he's back altho arh... he's proven once again that guys cannot be trusted with buying meaningful souvenirs! u-know-arh so many years liao, he gets to go the coolest places for business trips but he ALWAYS buys the wierdest things back. sigh. So when he calls to ask if we want anything, safer to decline LAH. Don't afterwards get your hopes up waiting for your gift and then get sorely disappointed. Like once mum requested for a nice silk scarf from europe i believe and he came back with some expensive scarf that looked like to was for some Grandma Wilma who lives up in the mountains.. it was absolutely hilarious to watch mum's awkward and unconvincing "Its bea..u..ti..ful..!" expression but still she only wears that scarf to totally dark places where nobody can see it. So anyway He goes to holland and decides to buy a miniature pair of clogs..until here it seems acceptable since clogs are some-what symbolic of the dutch..but then he buys this pair of porcelain ones that look like they had been made in China!! haiyo.. no offense to the chinese pple, i'm sure you guys have excellent craftsmanship but then you wanna buy clogs, buy one that are craved from woods or something la.. the small small one summore..sun buy and put where leh.. i give up lor.. it's currently sitting on the altar.. I guess Mother Mary's enjoyin it now.. *shrug*

And last week arh, before my dad came home.. my mum did the most classic thing you know..she forgot to order gas..then cook dinner so late we were all starvin..so she no choice..took out the gas cooker..the type we used for steamboat..but couldn't light it up.. because she didn't even put the gas in properly... luckily i was at home.. popped the gas in, locked it and VIOLA..fire.. to my mum's amazement and this was how she cooked dinner that night, KAMPONG STYLE!! dun play play arh

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  thank you. I'm tired.
I'm sleepy.
I'm spent.
I'm stressed.
I'm stretched.
I'm barely holding on.
I'm desperate.
I'm close to giving up.

I need reassurance, comfort, support, cheering, a listening ear and even a little humour.
I don't need you to tell me that i've put on weight again and i'm looking fatter than ever.
But for some reason you seem to think that i need you to let me know just how much weight i've put on.
And so you do tell me. I shrug it off and walk away. I pretend it doesn't matter to me a pathetic attempt to hold on to what dignity is left i guess.
What else can one do?

For some sick morbid reason i hope i die in my sleep tonight and then you'll regret forever that THAT was the last thing you said to me before i died - that i was FAT.  ¶ 9:33 AM 1 comments

  Dance and be merry. I CHALLENGE YOU. Whereever you are right now - the library, the lecture theatre, your grandmother's birthday dinner, let the video load and then hit play and whereever you are, drop whatevery you are doing are shake your bootay like the guy in the leather pants and jacket. I GUARANTEE you will feel SO LIBERATED. I know cause i tried it *grinZ* Apologies to everyone gawkin at the science library, I just needed to do it. Had to.

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  My name is Jose. Thursday. 2nd November.

November. How the hell did we get here? They say time files, I say time has just invented a new way of getting around and it must be one hell of an effective mode of transport because its definately much faster than bloody flyin' ! I apologise for the harsh language. I am too tired to watch my language at the moment. Spent. Nothing new really, life in NUS is like the dreadly monthly menstrual cycle -

1. Its gives you cramps
2. It makes you all pale and lathargic
3. It definately makes you moody
4. Its the same sequence of things every cycle.

Denise starts school feeling like THIS year she will do better than last year, she will be at every lecture on time, she will understand every lecture, she will complete every assignment in advance and she will start preparing for exams early. Nearing the end of semester, Denise is so tired is can barely make it to the bedroom when she comes home, therefore Denise is late for all morning lectures because she's so tired she can't wake up, Denise cannot understand most of her lectures and does not have the time to find a textbook and read it because she is too busy catching up on the 164,000 different assignments and lab reports she has due on the next day.

Yup. And here's my conspiracy theory : NUS is an alien institution put here on earth as an experiment to see how much sleepless-ness, mental fatigue and stress that twenty-something homo sapiens can take. This is the ONLY REASONABLE theory i could come up with to explain why year after year they have all kinds of "expensive" deadlines all fall on the same week, heck the same DAY! By expensive, i mean the 30-40% term papers, lab reports, presentations etc..

So today i sat through 3 hours of presentations by my module-mates from Plant physio. And as i the first group was getting ready to start, i was so nervous for them i could have puked. Oh man, theres no possible way i could tell you just how much i am dreading my turn next thurs (*PRAYER REQUEST !!!). At the point, i would much rather get dangled outside a window by michael jackson than do that presentation. I would much rather count the number of leaf blades there are at the padang!! i would much rather watch RAMBO movies till my eyes bled.. oh God help me!  ¶ 5:08 AM 0 comments