/ Tuesday, June 21, 2005 /
I will never ever forget today. I shall blog about today soon. In the meanwhile, you people can read Jiayi's and Tak Yee's blogs about today because I believe they will post faster than me. I really have a lot to write. Hope this heavenly feeling will stay fresh till the moment I blog all of it down, everything.



/ Sunday, June 19, 2005 /
Recently I have tidied my Yahoo! email's address book, therefore those who are in my list of emails will frequently receive my forwarded mails from now on. Don't like receiving fwd mails? Learn to like them then. Aiya rest assured la, I will not bombard your emails. I AM the filter of the fwd mails, I make sure they make sense or are interesting enough to be qualifed as a true worthy fwd mail.

I welcome goodie fwd mails, like the following, too. Come on. Get them fwded ooh la la.


The inventor of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, Arthur Davidson, died
and went to heaven. At the gates, St. Peter told Arthur . . . " Since
you've been such a good man and your motorcycles have changed the world,
your reward will be to hang out with anyone you want in Heaven."

Arthur thought about it for a minute and then said . . . " I want to
hang out with God."

St. Peter took Arthur to the Throne Room and introduced him to God. God
recognized Arthur and commented . . . " Okay, so you were the one who
invented the Harley Davidson motorcycle ?"

Arthur said . . . " Yes Lord, that's me."

God commented . . " Well, what's the big deal in inventing something
that's pretty unstable, makes noise and pollution and can't run without
a road ?"

Arthur was apparently embarrassed, but finally spoke . . . " Excuse me,
Lord, but aren't you the inventor of woman ?"

God said . . . " Umm, yes."

" Well," . . said Arthur . . . " professional to professional, you
have some major design flaws in your invention . . .
1. There's too much inconsistency in the front-end protrusion . . .
2. It chatters constantly at high speeds .
3. Most of the rear ends are too soft and wobble too much . .
4. The intake is placed way too close to the exhaust . . .
5. And the maintenance costs are outrageous ! !"

" Hmmmm, you may have some good points there," . . replied God . . .
" Hold on." God went to his Celestial super-computer, typed in a few
words and waited for the results.The computer printed out a slip of
paper and God read it . . . " Well, it may be true that my invention is
flawed," . . . God said to Arthur . . ." but according to these numbers,
more men are riding my invention than yours."


/ Wednesday, June 15, 2005 /
6 New Chinese 120 secs MVs in Now Playing!

Watch how the prettier-&-prettier Jolin twists and bends her minute waist in the default song, Zheng Yi Zhi Yan Bi Yi Zhi Yan. Check out her self-created different images in Du Zhan Shen Hua.


As for Michelle & Vicky, I do not really like them, but I find their Guo Du Shi Qi 's tune is nice enough to take a precious limited space in my player. If you are a chinese-entertainment person you might have noticed they are nearly anorexic. Their heads are okay, but their bods...
*shakes head, shakes index finger*

Yesterday when I was tidying my pig sty, I wanted to dig out and file all my important documents like certificates and testimonials neatly into a file. Then I saw something that left me in great guilt.

I hereby swear other than adding those exclamation marks and stuff, I did not alter anything on the following images! If I did, I will get +GOLD+ for my upcoming NAPFA test!!!

My Secondary 4 NAPFA was an awing +GOLD+!!!

Argh. I totally forgot I got +GOLD+ when I was still a 154 cm little girl in 1999, maybe because it was totally not a problem for me to get +GOLD+ then that I did not print it in my mind.

And I got +GOLD+ with these results:

I also totally forgot my personal highest record for IFAH/Pull-Up was 46 instead of the JC record, 32.

!!! *Throws mouse onto the screen*

Sit-and-Reach has always been a chicky's feet for me. This is destined ever since my legs were born to be extraordinary shorter than average girls' legs. Boohoohoo.

Then I found this:


This, I remember very clearly. I was very very very proud of it in fact.

What? Look down on SILVER ah? SILVER, don't be sad. They don't appreciate you I appreciate you. *smooch smooch*

I remember this NAPFA very clearly because firstly, STUPID NAPFA CERTIFICATE PERSONNELS BLOODY TYPED MY FONG AS FOONG!!! Secondly, I thought my body was failing me when I took the test, who knows I could still get a SILVER! Pat my back pls.

Thirdly, and the most importantly, *drum roll*

I set the first Pioneer Junior College IFAH/Pull-Up record with 32 pull-ups!

And these are the overall results:

Do I still need to explain? I think I should, because just 1 more farking point I could have gotten my beloved +GOLD+ again! Grrr. To think I still ran so shuttle-ly fast for that Shuttle Run, I mean, I have improved my Shuttle Run! To think I still bully my poor tummy and did an unbelievable(for my case) 44 Sit-Ups.

After graduating from PJC in 2001, I have never, ever, ver, er, r, exercised again. Now you know why I swore earlier if I altered anything on the certs I will get +GOLD+ already?
Because, 2005 - 2001 = 4 years = Sandy is going to fail the upcoming NAPFA test.


/ Tuesday, June 14, 2005 /
Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we're kids? If you're less than 10 years old, you're so excited about aging that you think in fractions.

"How old are you?"

"I'm four and a half!"

You're never thirty-six and a half. You're four and a half, going on five! That's the key.

You get into your teens, now they can't hold you back. You jump to the next number ... or even a few ahead.

"How old are you?"

"I'm gonna be 16!"

You could be 13, but hey, you're gonna be 16!

And then the greatest day of your life ... you become 21. Even the words sound like a ceremony . . . YOU BECOME 21. YESSSS!!!

But then you turn 30. Oooohh ...what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk. He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There's no fun now. You're just a sour-dumpling.

What's wrong? What's changed? You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you're PUSHING 40. Whoa!Put on the brakes ... it's all slipping away.

Before you know it, you REACH 50 ... and your dreams are gone.

But wait!!! You MAKE IT to 60. You didn't think you would! So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and MAKE IT to 60.

You've built up so much speed that you HIT 70! After that it's a day-by-day thing; you HIT Wednesday!

You get into your 80s and every day is a complete cycle; you HIT lunch; you TURN 4:30; you REACH bedtime. And it doesn't end there.

Into the 90s, you start going backwards ... "I Was JUST 92."

Then a strange thing happens. If you make it over 100, you become a little kid again.

"I'm 100 and a half!"

May you all make it to a healthy 100 and a half!! Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,but by the moments that take our breath away.

- George Carlin.


/ Monday, June 13, 2005 /
sabbieo: Keanu Reeves, come come let mummy hug hug... *hugz* *screams!!!* Hahaha. You so magnanimous to let me hug your bf sia! But too bad, keep him to yourself! Bleah~ Btw, I link you ok! OK, linked!

Jiayi: Yup. I hereby grant only Jiayi the permission to take my media player codes. *Act like everybody doesn't know how to embed media player*

catherine: I also couldnt remember that stupid dream at first. In the end, i piece slowly part by part and managed to come out with this vague one lor. Actually I had many dreams of this kind before but I couldn't tell who were the male leads. Anyway, I've got an answer to why Stephen Choong's jokes are DRY. Just count the number of *gulp* I've taken while reading his emails.

Yoz: Thanks for reinforcing my point in a scriptor's point of view. Thanks for reinforcing the fact that you are an experienced scriptor! Salute!

Yu Ling: You mean that "GOLD! get GOLD!" was not funny after a whole passage of formal English? Maybe it was not really like what Catherine said, he has a sense of humor. I think it is more of his unpredictable behaviours and actions.

esme: CHOONG CHOONG?!! Your pet ah! You look more like a pet yourself! haha. SMS somemore wor... Which stage are the two of you at now?!

catherine: If Choong has a blog, it will be like this. Wahaha don't mention it, no publication fees needed.

armstrong: Hmm. Then I think mosquitoes are not insects because I just cannot even touch them and they fly away already.

oLc: Yup. Try your best. You can do it.

armstrong: Dreams are always opposites for me. Touch wood.

Saw Sabby's entry:

"to wake up every day and look at myself in the mirror is not an easy task. i'll look like some alien that crawled out of a swamp. then i have to clean myself up to look barely decent and presentable to the public. only that deep down inside, i know that i'll always be that awful monster deep inside."

I could not agree more. Can anybody teach me how to wake up to tomorrow with the same look I have conscientiously maintained throughout yesterday? If not, I will make do with waking up to find myself looking slimmer, just teach me how. I'm really willing to learn.

In fact, I also hate going to salons with anybody except my close ones. I panic the moment my hairdresser says, 'I'll wash your hair now' when there is a cute guy around. Sabby, do not be upset. You, and all the girls reading this now, will definitely be more relieved to know that there is another awful monster in disguise!

Warning: People with weak hearts, the aged or children should close this window now. We are not liable for the consequences caused as we have warned you already.

Rebonding Step 1:
Softening the hair.

*Throws anything throwable at the screen*
*Takes nearby paper cover the face*
*Scrolls down quickly*

Chemical washed off.

*Throws the throwable things I've thrown just now at the screen again*
*Takes the paper I've used just now to cover the screen again*
*Scrolls down quickly again*

Rebonding Step 2:
Ironing the hair with hair iron.

I did not take any picture for this step. There were two hairdressers ironing my hair together. Made me feel like a superstar. *Shuang*

Rebonding Step 3:
Let the chemical fix the straightness of the hair strands permanently.

*More accurate at throwing on the face*
*Faster in grabbing the paper to cover the face*
*Cursor is already on the scroll bar, scrolls down quicker than ever*

Chemical washed off again and act cute buay cute.

*Vomits on the keyboard*
*Struggles to scroll down because too weak after vomiting.*

Treatment after rebonding.

That is my kind friend behind reading Her World while accompanying me throughout the whole five and a half hours. He is Davian, my ex-boyfriend. 22 years old and very available. Contact me if you are interested. If you know my Friendster, check him out by the name of Davian.

wOops! *Vomits again after shifting focus from Davian to the freak*
*Scrolls down with wobbly hands on the mouse*

And, TA DA!

Rebonded hair!!!

*Wide eye* Freak in disguise! WOW. What a great difference isn't it?


/ Saturday, June 11, 2005 /
Firstly, let me reply to my fellow excited friends who responded to that stupid dream entry.

catherine : Hahaha. Yeah. I am still waiting for you all to dream of such things and post in your blogs leh. Keep the ball rolling man.

Yoz : Darius gives me the feeling he treats NYP com lab as his 2nd home. Just look at the number of things around his computer at the FYPJ room. Check out the little cupboard underneath his desk. It is a FWAH(!) lor. I am waiting to see his beanie couch or something like that soon.

Yu Ling : Hahaha. Yahor. But then say first time still funny, 2nd time cannot make it already leh. You never say earlier. Like that I don't post ma. Yup I can answer you now, Darius has read that entry and his reaction was, he laughed in astonishment, and all wide-eyed.

dah : Yala, so paiseh know. I typed halfway your Sabby baby appeared in front of me. Like I've really done something wrong to her that kind of feeling leh. Then hor, yalor, why didnt I think that in the dream you were just giving me a friendly supportive hug, why must I think until so adulterous right. Paiseh paiseh.

s.o.o.t : Aiya, ok only la, where got nice haha. Also not Keanu Reeves...

princessyoppy : Hey you are so logical I think you are almost right about it! So Sab, it is not my fault that Darius appeared hor, listen to Yvonne man. Shit, I am facing Quah this semester for Advance Web!!! *Don't wanna close my eyes...I don't wanna fall asleep, I don't miss you Quah...and I don't wanna dream a thing...~~~

armstrong : Hmm. Which part of it did I not state it was all a dream? Title? No? Insects are insensitive? Are you sure?! Final answer?!

Ok, stupid dream aside.

Our lecturer, Mr Stephen Choong, is a steady dude and also a pro in this program, Macromedia Director. He is very to the power of 12,684,615,264 patient with us while imparting us the scripting skills and knowledge of Director.

To all layman reading this entry, Macromedia Director is not a program for film directors, and the scripts are not film scripts. Bah! Give up. I wonder how Mr. Choong feels whenever new students, like I once was, start learning from scratch from him. It was totally blur for me when I was having my first lesson with him. I was like thinking,

"Authoring means writing a story. Director program has cast members, scripts, movie scripts... So so so... it must be something to do with script writing for films! What? Why am I learning this?!"

That was THE innocent side of me by the way. *blush*

And so, what I wanted to say is, Mr. Choong is really super cool and steady and will never lose his temper at all. If you are thinking we will or has already climbed over his head, NOPE. He managed to earn our due respect and we believe in him that he will always think and act for our goodwill. He is best contacted through email. The tone of all his emails I have received are quite formal and is the way it should be for a lecturer to talk to his students.

Recently my classmates and I have received an email from him regarding competitions. I read it with great regards and respect word by word from the top to the, *gulp* bottom, HEY! Who typed that last sentence man!

"...Check to be sure that the works are copyright free. Your application forms will need to be signed and stamped by the school to endorse that you are still a student of NYP. Some works may get application fee sponsorship. For works that do not get included for application fee sponsorship, you can still submit it yourselves.
GOLD! get GOLD! " - Mr. Stephen Choong.

Then the next day, or whatever day if I'm wrong, I checked my email again and saw this:

"Sir, that was funny! Didn't know scriptors have a sense of humour..muhahaha
LOL" - Catherine, replying to Mr. Choong's email.

What?! Has Catherine really stressed her mind out at her Mediacorp attachment? Will Mr. Choong understand what 'LOL' means? I bet, guarantee plus chop plus tattoo, he will just read her reply, smile, and delete straight away.

"ya ya..
I was told that my jokes are of the "dry" type.
I wouldn't know what "wet" jokes are :-b " - Mr. Choong, replying to Catherine's reply.


*gulp gulp gulp*

:-b ?!!!

My jaw just dropped onto the floor and the impact was so great it made a hole through the floor and continued dropping to the floor under my floor and the impact was still great it continued making holes on all the floors below my floor while dropping before reaching the ground floor, which I believe there is a big crack on it.

B1, are you thinking what I am thinking? There is still definitely a bit of generation gap between Mr. Choong and us. Who else still put a nose in smilies tag nowadays?


/ Thursday, June 09, 2005 /
I hate reading entries about dreams actually. Dreams are nothing to me. They are just so fictitious. What kind of return do people actually want from us when they share their dreams I wonder? Huh? Explain their dreams? Or laugh at them being chased after by monsters dressed like Agent Smiths? THEY ARE JUST DAMN BORING CAN.

Therefore, due to overwhelming response, I am going to share my dream with you all. What? Did I not mention there are exceptional dreams I would like to hear? Oh I did not. Ok no wonder Yu Ling is fuming. I love to hear dreams about me firstly, like what kind of situation and role I am in their dreams. It'd better be I am a princess or I am a princess. Another exception is definitely dreams about people around me, especially romantic ones! You-have-never-linked-this-guy-and-this-girl-together-before that kind of dreams. Those dreams with numbers are very, very welcomed too.

This entry is evoked by Yu Ling, aka Ashley. I did not have the courage to share at first, I thought it is so damn stupid and if I were to share, people may misunderstand and anyhow interpret how this dream came about blah blah blah. Since Ashley has started the ball rolling, and nothing fatal happened to her, I am not afraid anymore haha. Oops the male lead in my dream is sitting right in front of me now, and his very nice and loving girlfriend (must por first) just hugged him in front of me too. Yet I am writing such adulterous entry openly around them in school. Slap me somebody. Before I start, I need to emphasise once again; this scenario will still happen even if the male lead was Mr Bean. Dreams are this uncontrollable, for all you know, you may even end up marrying an ape and live hairily ever after in the lalaland. Sometimes, you could even see yourself in long shot like you are in the camera's point of view lor.

Here goes,

In the dream, my previous boyfriend, SH, changed to another person suddenly. He got angry with me over little things and treated me very coldly. When I talked to him, he answered with few words in a pissed off tone. I am that kind of person who will never allow myself to be upset over my boyfriend. If I am affected in any way, I am losing to him already. In short, I'm just plain kiasu. That was why I also treated him coldly in the end. He did not care about the change in me, and he still showered concern to another girl in front of me! TA, MA, DE.

I could not control my feelings anymore. I broke down into tears and I wanted to go beat him up. Sharks. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH MY ARMS AND FEET?! I could not move an inch. No matter how hard I tried, I just did not have the energy. I could not even shout. I could only stand there and see him walking off happily to his room with that bitch.

Sshroom zoom kaboom, hom ba leh hom, mini money mini more, Darius appeared. He came to me and asked what happened. I was so traumatised I did not answer him. I turned around. Grrr, Stupid fickle-minded muscles of mine, I finally could move. SH's house was connected beautifully to NYP Blk L level 5's computer lab at the other side. What sia! Then I went to sit down in front of one of the computers. I wanted to hide my distorted face from all those cryings from my friends, so I hid behind the monitor. Darius pulled a chair beside me and sat down. I tried to act normal by clicking on whatever clickable shit on the screen while I breathed in a staccato manner, the aftermath of crying.

SUDDENLY! *Thunder* He held my right hand, which I was using to control the mouse, tightly. My hair stood. As in, I felt that tinkling feel. I turned to look at him. Then, voila!




How could he! But the main thing is, I bitchly did not resist. Let me find a super common excuse for this, girls are weakest to resist anything when they are hurt by their loved ones.

The moral of the story is, when you see Darius, you are most probably in an NYP computer lab.
/ Wednesday, June 08, 2005 /
I've updated two songs in Now Playing;

Akon's Lonely
Fountains of Wayne - Stacy's Mum (My pick for default!)



/ Monday, June 06, 2005 /
Alrighty I have got more time to blog now. Till now, I still cannot believe my timetable could actually be so relaxed.

Angel: Choi choi Sandy, go touch wood!

Devil: Come on, be like an angel will ya? Stop speaking like those superstitious orbiang Chinese! We should be happy for Sandy, she can procrastinate all she wants now!

Angel: Shut up stupid devil! Argh, sharks. I'm scolding again. You're right, I'm not doing my part as an angel. But still, Sandy MUST NOT procrastinate even if she has lesser school days! She should start off with her portfolio project now!

Devil: Hello. Am I hearing right? Portforlio? She has not even spent a proper semestral break and you're asking her to do her bloody portforlio project which she has like, another half year's time to do? Relak la.

Angel: Did not know you are so racial harmony. What's up with the 'orbiang' and 'Relak'? Please. It is conventional and relax respectively. And please again, stop doing more harm to Sandy. She has deproved from her marvellous first year in NYP.

Devil: HA HA HA. This is so funny. I am so flattered. Did you just BEG me? I thought I just heard 'PLEASE' twice. Well, you really don't need to you know. I am a true Singaporean devil and you, a Singaporean angel. Stop correcting my Singlish, we should be proud that we have our very own language! And stop maligning me of harming her. Yes, you are right, she has deproved, as if this tells it all. She has just begun to learn new web languages and it takes time to climb up don't you know that?

Angel: Time? Where does it come from? From the periods when she has no lesson of course! Since you know it takes time for her to improve, why are you still encouraging her to 'relak la' ? Oh gosh, I've just asked a stupid question. You are the devil, and devils are suppose to inculcate evil thoughts as the humans proclaim. Sandy, he is d- evil, the evil that is, so stop listening to him. I believe you are a smart girl to know who is right and wrong.

Devil: Fuck you! Quit talking like you are her mother, bitch! You are so stupidly naive to interprete my name according to the stupid human's rubbish thinkings. They cannot even unify themselves and come out with who is THE only ultimate god, and you still think they are good enough to proclaim what DEVIL actually means?! Stupid. By the way, that was not at all clever for separating my D from my EVIL. Act clever. Pui.

Angel: So, did you think by scolding the F word makes you cool? That was 'pui' too! No matter what, Sandy, just start off with practising your graphic skills first. Make use of your talent and inject new styles to the graphics.

Devil: No Sandy, just rest for this period first. You have been rushing assignments last semester, treat this precious time as a reward, or you will never have the chance to rest again. Go read blogs or surf net. You need to accumulate more energy for assignments that are coming up.

And they go on and on, repeating the cycle non-stop. It is interesting that they actually spent time to argue about this time thing when the time has already been wasted on arguing, or maybe, on coming out with this entry too.


/ Sunday, June 05, 2005 /
Time table has changed again. Broadcast Graphics has changed its time slot again.

"Monday class will not exist at all." It exists now on Thursday, 6.40 pm to happy hour 9.30 pm again. Again again! Stop it teletubbies. I should not complain by the way, because if you refer to the latest time table I have posted, my monday now has no more lesson, which means I'm having a 2 days-week! Hilarious isn't it. I mean, this timetable does not look like my mum should pay a thousand plus semester fees for me. Sorry mum, I like it this way.


/ Friday, June 03, 2005 /
There is really nothing to write about yesterday's lesson with Quah. Just that we are using the new super duper yummilicious Apple iMac/Power Mac G5 computers in our computer labs.

Very very nice. Argh, so sleek, so clean, smell so new. The windows shrank to or popped up from the bottom task bar like how a genie would go back or come out from a lamp. And everything that moved on the screen was so blardy smooth I felt like robbing the school of just that set of computer I was using. Valencis checked its latest price using this computer itself, and it is worth a whopping $3000++ !!! Li hai li hai. Zhang shen gu li gu li.

Next up, Nokia Nseries' N91. This phone awed me and kicked its fellow Nokia 6680 out of my heart just yesterday.

"Groove on the go. This mobile jukebox has room for up to 3,000 (!!!) of your favourite stereo tracks. It's a premium music device that snaps 2 megapixel photos(!!!) and has smartphone features too. Meet the Nokia N91." -Nokia Nseries.

WOW WOW west. On top of that, the specs say it is a 3G phone with near broadband speeds connectivity to the web! Wow! But I'm more and more blur about the definition of 3G since some 3G phones do not have a camera in front, and I always thought 3G means the phone has video conference call function. Its 2 megapixel camera has macro-mode function (I love macro shots), 8 times digital zoom and can record video clips. Do not worry about the screen res, it is at 262k colour.

Check it out!,main_n91

It is really a digital camera / video camera, an MP3 player, and a smart phone all in one! My wish list has just shrunk. Guess what, it has an INTERNAL memory of up to 4 blardy GIGABYTES.

Thumbdrive, anyone?
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Today had Quah's lesson. Ok, not as bad as I thought. That feeling is like, "well's water don't provoke river's water". Very tired. I'll talk about this tmr.
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