Literally PINK....and its deeper than you think ;)

Thursday, September 30, 2004

I wanna watch Pearl Harbor again..

*dreamy smitten sigh*

girlnumber20 @ 10:45 AM | |

Tuesday, September 28, 2004

I'm a proud groupie *wink*

girlnumber20 @ 10:59 AM | |

Saturday, September 25, 2004

Hello world...

dont really feel like blogging..

but i just spent HALF an HOUR removing make-up.. (longest i've ever taken)..

and im EXPERIENCED..

on the flip side,

i just shot my first commercial shoot :)

but its only gonna be shown in hongkong *heh*

update more when i actually get the clip and stills frm the producer..

by the way, i think i look a bit worse than usual..

why?

cuz i was shooting alongside skinny, leggy, pretty

Miss Tourism Queen Singapore 2004
*spoil market* ;P

she looks like kelly chen.

ok back to work.

or rather - let's start work.

girlnumber20 @ 10:40 AM | |

Wednesday, September 15, 2004

Giving tuition.

At first I was afraid - I was petrified - kept thinking how I'd handle those questions that i actually didnt know. But I spent so many nights thinking how I wanted cash.. and now i have it, and even learned to get along :)

I give 8hrs of English tuition per week to 3 Korean kids:
1. girl, 6 - fast learner, yet stubborn, chatty, and very indignant.
2. boy, 11 - lazy, apathetic, potentially sexy, and kinda morbid
3. (2.'s brother), 12 - very cooperative, grins alot, chubby, lame, and possibly a bit gay

I get a kick outta teaching them sometimes.. esp the first one:

Instructions: Name a small animal.
Girl: (takes like 3 mins just thinking)
Me: a SMALL ANIMAL. rabbit? mouse? hamster?
Girl: No no! That's not the smallest! (Desperately flips through txbk.)
Me: It doesnt HAVE to be the smallest... just any small animal ok? like a chicken!
Girl: NO! (Then scribbles down: 'Pygmy Shrew')

Instructions: Name the animal in the picture. (a hedgehog)
Me: You know what that is?
Girl: Uh...
Me: Its a hedgeho..
Girl: I KNOW! I KNOW! Don't tell me!! (Covers up the paper and scribbles something)
Answer space: "poQupiy" (porcupine)

Unit Theme: Fairy Tales
Name 3 spells from any fairy tales that you know.
eg. 'Turns prince into a frog"
Girl: Uh...
Me: Do you understand? Like for example in Sleeping Beauty where she was put under a spell to sleep for 100 years before..
Girl: NO!!!! Not 100 years! its like 2 weeks.. then the prince come and kiss her.. like 2, 3 weeks only then he find her already!
Me: OK. whatever you want.

Unit Theme: Folk Tales
Read the following poem/song 'Mary had a Little Lamb'
Girl: *gasp* Maria!
Me: No no.. 'Mary' its different from 'Maria'..
Girl: Do you know who Maria is?!!
Me: It's a girl's name. Just like..
Girl: No!! she's.. (whispers) she's like.. you know.. when you do like this? (puts her hands together as in prayer) God's... ?
Me: God's what?
Girl: (still whispering, but very serious) God's husband.
Me: Ok. (awkward pause to keep myself from smiling too much) Lets just sing the song now ok?
Both of us: "Mary had a little lamb.."

...except SHE was singing it to the tune of 'London Bridge is Falling Down'.

And somewhere in today's lesson... I was told that the Beast in 'Beauty and the Beast' had 2 sisters.. and that 'Belle' is, most definitely, supposed to be spelled "B-A-L-L"

NOW, if i've gotten you interested, check this out:

Girl (18) Grade 11, Tanglin Trust Brit Sch
Wants tuition for: Chem, Math

Girl (15) Grade 8, Tanglin Trust Brit Sch
Wants tuition for: Science, Math

Their dad, Mr. Suhari, will pay at least $25/hr.. tell me if you're interested.. my neighbors (therefore staying in Costa Rhu)

girlnumber20 @ 7:49 AM | |

Sunday, September 12, 2004

I couldn't help it... besides.. you said i COULD:

[spastic ponytail photo taken off... cuz shane was hysterical when he found out i posted it.. apparently i misread the previous entry's comment box and thot 'mel' was shane.. and therefore his consent.. and i was wrong *heh* So for those of u who missed it.. hehe too bad :) MEL!! im in so much trouble because of you!! *pooie*]

This was while we were studying for exams last semester.. thankfully in the privacy of one of the law classrooms.. I'm such a genius for snapping the shot in time.. Photogenic.. Schmotogenic.. I'm Miss Cameragenic *wink*

Another sample of my quirky work.. which also happens to be Shane's photo ID on my phone. *hug* Adorable, ain't?

But as much as my darling is musically and aesthetically talented... this is his reluctant and crappy attempt at folding my laundry:

Ooh and now i've a pic of me frm yesterday's tanning session.. i love this shot *wink*

girlnumber20 @ 10:43 AM | |

Saturday, September 11, 2004

Today was a good day =)
( ..and for a September 11th too) *hee*

Firstly, it was payday from tuition..
and then I made my own breakfast:
a homemade 'Banana with Peanut Butter, Honey and Whipped Cream Crepe' ala Marche - but better .*wink*

Then Shane came over and we went tanning (and pretty much played lasertag with our camera phones) by my pool. Here's a shot of my baby angel:

Cute, right???!?!??!?! I know.

No shots of me cuz i realised my photos are in HIS phone.. HAH.

Afterwards we went upstairs and had (leftover) pizza (still very loaded with pepperoni, tomatoes, yummy calories okay?!)

Then went down a couple streets to play tennis with Nick, Jes, Jon and Sandra...
Imagine: there were Jon, Sandra, Shane and me who werent very good at aiming our
balls, and there was Nick and Jes darting wildly about the middle, whacking whatever daylights outta the poor ball and rackets...
All 6 of us on 1 little court.
But it was so much fun, I wanna do it again *grin*

And now my parents are karaoke-ing away to cantonese songs in their room and apparently laughing.. I dont know whether they're faking it for the sake of my bro and me.. but i dont care.. i haven't heard anything from them but fights and door slams and silences for so long, that im gonna tell myself they're happy tonight.

girlnumber20 @ 8:30 AM | |

Saturday, September 04, 2004

All right girls.. 'fess up.. everyones gotta have been through something at least REMOTELY as traumatic as this.. and if you're still holding your little nose up high denying it, then ur just trying to act prissy.

Only a woman will TRULY relate to the following, but it's a "hoot" for all!

My mother was a fanatic about public bathrooms. When I was a little girl, she'd take me into the stall, teach me to wad up toilet paper and wipe the seat.

Then, she'd carefully lay strips of toilet paper to cover the seat. Finally, she'd instruct, "Never, NEVER sit on a public toilet seat.”

Then she'd demonstrate "The Stance," which consisted of balancing over the toilet in a sitting position without actually letting any of your
flesh make contact with the toilet seat. By this time, I'd have wet down my leg and we'd have to go home to change my clothes.

That was a long time ago.

Even now, in my more mature years, "The Stance" is excruciatingly difficult to maintain, especially when one's bladder is full. When you
have to "go" in a public bathroom, you usually are a line of women that makes you think there's a half-price sale on Nelly's underwear in there.

So, you wait and smile politely at all the other ladies, who are also crossing their legs and smiling politely. You get closer and check for
feet under the stall doors. Every one is occupied. Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall.

You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter. The dispenser for the new fangled "seat covers" (invented by someone's Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty.

You would hang your purse on the door hook if there was one - but there isn't - so you carefully but quickly hang it around your neck (mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR), yank down your pants, and assume "The Stance."

Ahhhh, relief. More relief. But then your thighs begin to shake. You'd love to sit down but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold "The Stance" as your thighs experience a quake that would register an eight on the Richter scale.

To take your mind off of your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, "Honey, if you would have tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!"

Your thighs shake more. You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your purse. That would have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It is still smaller than your thumbnail.

Someone pushes open your stall door because the latch doesn't work. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet.

"Occupied!" you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle, and sliding down, directly onto the insidious toilet seat.

You bolt up quickly, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper -- not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try.

You know that your mother would be utterly ashamed of you if she knew, because you're certain that her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, "You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get."

By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, sending up a stream of water akin to a fountain
that suddenly sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged off to China.

At that point, you give up. You're soaked by the splashing water. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket, then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks. You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past a line of women, still waiting, cross-legged and, at this point, no longer able to smile politely.

One kind soul at the very end of the line points out that you are trailing a piece of toilet paper on your shoe as long as the Mississippi River! (Where was it when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it the woman's hand and tell her warmly,

"Here, you just might need this."

As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has since entered, used and exited the men's restroom and read a copy of War and Peace while waiting for you. Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?"

This is dedicated to women everywhere who have ever had to deal with a public restroom (rest??? you've got to be kidding!).

It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long.

It also answers their other commonly asked question about why women go to the restroom in pairs.

It's so the other woman can hold the door and hand you Kleenex under the door.

girlnumber20 @ 8:11 AM | |

Don't pretend you weren't wondering..

Birthdate: 9 July 1984

msn: daydream247@hotmail.com

email: extraordinarymil@gmail.com

If you're my aquaintance and 'heard' frm somewhere that I 'look' Chinese but 'fake' an accent or something, I will explain now (though it's never once and for all): I'm an American born Chinese, my parents are Hongkongers. I was born in Chicago, raised in Hongkong till I was 5, moved to Boca Raton, Florida and stayed till I was 11, moved to Trophy Club, Texas and stayed till i was 13, moved to Singapore and have stayed there since. Throughout my preschool-univeristy life i have attended 13 schools so far. Was it tough? did it make me bitter? I dont think so, ask any of my friends.. or try and find someone who hates me.. *wink*