*dusts cobwebs off this poor neglected blog* elloz! was at music camp last wk, for 3 days. for the uninitiated, i play the violin.. or at least i attempt to. it used to be mindless slaughter of chickens, but i'm now glad to announce that fowl are now safe from the boundaries of nanyang house. i have since progressed to become a strong contender in the nails-on-blackboard stakes, up against mr kreuger, the running champion till now. the single "screech like an e string" is expected to top the charts during halloween next year, following which a suspicious increase (37%, p<0.001) in busted eardrums reported at clinics will be observed.
oh well.
christmas is coming! time to (a) drool at xmas goodies (b) terrorize hapless santas (c) jio people out to go blading (d) indulge in the warmth of human togetherness, aka squeeze with 3 mil singaporeans in the tiny space that is orchard road, and most importantly, (e) remove my p plate! irritants need no longer curse "stupid p plate female driver, take so bloody long to park", they can now apply the much shorter and convenient "bloody female driver!!" with more ease. more power to you then, may you witness the evolution of the dust mites in your car while i park. god help you if i need to // park.
btw, has anyone watched identity? i just did, it's brilliant but i need someone to explain the ending to me. why? what? who? when? how? huh??
till next time, cheers people..

happy birthday to my blog! it's a year old today.. poor thing has seen me through spurts and droughts, dazzling cheer/manic paranoia/choking pain, wondrous enlightenment and mind-numbing rants. i can't believe it's only been a year. yeah i'm gonna keep repeating that mantra till someone gets fed up with me and hunts me down with a rifle. oh wait this's singapore.. ok fine staple me to death.. might be a little messy though, but i'll be patient.
bridget jones's diary was on last nite. only watched the 1st 5 min or so, cos was distracted by biostats ( explain why the best-fitting straight line for a scatter diagram is given by the 'method of least squares'), but within those few minutes i saw something i thought utterly defined the stereotyped image of female singlehood- sad, plump bridget, face devoid of makeup, vegetating on her ragged sofa in unflattering pyjamas on a weekend evening with remote control in hand, yelling along to 'all by myself' in her apartment room.
alrighty i don't even know where to start with this one, and i don't really have the time (or heart) to continue so till next time.. but one thing i'd like to point out, i'm sure things won't be this bad.. right veen? ;)

went to the car show on sunday.. man! never underestimate the joy of seeing sleek chunks of metal.. yeah there were the prerequisite chee ko peks in full force too, shamelessly ogling the poor girls. saw sylvester sim, but decided not to be the groupie. apparently everyone else thought the same too, cos he was left largely alone.. everyone pretended not too see him.. ha then again maybe too distracted by the race queens. ok enough boring chatter.. here's a(n) [insert gushing adjective of choice] lamborghini!

yes i'm sure marlon brando's hiding behind somewhere..

ain't this pretty?

honda concept car.. now wouldn't you love to take off this this ;) getting out after parking it would be hilarious though

Coffee linked to cardiovascular inflammation: study

well apparently someone had to go do this study regarding coffee. so now all ye worshippers of caffeine as the path to enlightnenment (esp during a certain period involving last minute kissing of buddha's feet) have something else to worry about, as if we didn't have enough to be disturbed by.
so.
live hard and die young via necrosis?
or live a long, slow, dragged out death by natural apoptosis?
why couldn't they do more relevant studies, like how stress caused by paperwork is the leading cause of death in modern-day society? (it probably is, i'm sure.. ) or how the office/ classroom is possibly the modern-day dungeon? or how we're all gonna die anyway, so why bother..

ok fine i'll stop here. don't let today's grumpy ol' me affect your joi de vivre.