How I spent my birthday

So maybe my birthday this year, was not as crazy as the I had last year, with the Wish List
that was almost fulfilled by Shera and Natalie. Okay so maybe it was no where near completion, but at least I had a blast while being covered in egg, flour and whatever that they added on the 'pink solution'. And not to forget those awesome people who made my day special! You guys know who you are!


But even though I didn't get to spend time with my friends (maybe it's a different case for Syuh and Jeanice) this year, it's the awesome wishes that I got, that really brightened up my day, and I mean it.

So a very huge THANK YOU to all those who wished me this year! I realized that the gifts aren't necessarily important, but the people who know of my existence, the ones who on this day, wish to celebrate with/ congratulate me. It's rare to have friends like you guys, and I definitely thank you for brightening up my day.


Once again, Thank you to...

Those who stayed up/woke up early just to wish me through the text messages. People like my twin Guan Wei, Syuh, Jeanice, Aainaa, Gek Chong, Wan Teng, Ms Lim Hui Qi and Shera.

Those who wished me through Facebook, people like Khairul, Jeslynn, Syakirah, Sam Yong, Natalie, Azaria Song, my cousin and Shi Jie.

Those who wished me through my blog, my other part of life that I love being involved in. People like Syakirin, Melissa, Zhao Hong and Cheryl.

And last but not least, a huge thank you to Colin Lee. I am still in the state of shock that I received your call. To those who had no idea what he did, let me explain. This guy called me twice when I finally picked up. Then he placed the phone on loud speaker and sang a birthday song for me. It was pretty hilarious because immediately after he did it, someone (his sis or his mom?) actually asked him what was going on, with the questions as to who that was and why was it so loud. Hahah. But come to think of it, it was pretty awesome having to receive a call from you, so I thank you again!


Celebrations at home were pretty much on a more ' mature' setting. I woke up pretty late in the afternoon(So i could not make it for the traditional stuffs in the morning), and I had to secretly tip-toe around the house for fear of having someone grab me and shove ice/ splash cold water at me or having some other sabotage that they usually did on me every single year.


Surprisingly, I woke up to a home with 'normal' people for once, where everyone was minding their own business and not playing pranks on me. I looked like a fool, having to tip-toe around. But I was still on high alert, for fear of any sudden attacks. But as I mentioned earlier, no pranks were played on me this year. I think my family finally feels that being a 17 is a huge milestone away, in terms of maturity, from the ages below.


Everyone was lazy this year, so we ordered KFC for lunch, and then Canadian Pizza for dinner. My mum promised to cook up my favourite dishes on some other day, adding the fact that she'll try to get my 'always wanted' gifts.


Time at home was pretty much spent with all of us lazing around the house, playing games, watching DVDs, blasting the speakers, and just simple talking. It sounds pretty laid back for a birthday, but it is actually one of the best ones I had, because all we did was nothing but spent 'Quality Time' together as a family.

And what could be more special when you get to spend quality time with a bunch of quirky people who

1. keep shouting things like "Run lah! Run!" to the Hero who was being shot at, or whoever else , when we were watching a movie.
2. keep making themselves confused by telling one another, what happens in the movie next.
   
3. Keeps asking questions like "Why did he do that" when the actor did something that we didn't expect.
4. keep making sound effects whenever there was a bomb.
5. (applies to dad only) keeps switching channels or walking infront of the tv
6. argue about every single thing, as though there was a parliament session going on. Topics like the supernatural, diseases, politics and even actions of some random people.

And there you have it, how I spent my birthday.

On This Special Day

This might sound like a bad joke, but on this day, at this very moment, I thought not of my past nor my future. But of my funeral.

This has absolutely no linkage to Good Friday, because for obvious reasons, I am not Jesus Christ even though it would have been awesome if I were to be the saviour of all souls, and to 'chat' with This guy in MSN while being in the form of Jesus. Oh well...

And if you have no idea what Good Friday is, Click Here to read about Good Friday.


If you have no idea, today is the day where I officially grow old. And having to think of death on the day I officially age a little more obviously, is pretty much the the foundation steps of being a pure pessimist.

Death, till now, is still seen as a 'Taboo' word. And to make matters worst, back then, I thought that it was associated with the boogeyman pulling you into his closet, the grim reaper hooking your mouth with his scythe and flying away to the cemetery, drowning or having to be eaten by some shark or in this case, Barry. But as I grew older, I realized that Death had pretty much nothing to do with any of the above mentioned, unless of course, you have a supernatural friend and wish to die in a more special way rather than of old age or some disease.


Well, enough of the side tracking. As I mentioned earlier, on this special day, I thought of my funeral. No one, not even my family, have a clue that I had actually planned (on paper, that is) for my funeral ever since the age of ten.(Yes, I was a child who spent time flinging earthworms at girls, sprinkling salt on snails and even make ants of different territories fight, remember? Click Here then.) And surprisingly, I have not and do not intend to change them.


Like all funerals, the preparation begins with the body. I actually wish not to have a coffin at the wake, but for my body to be incinerated way before the funeral, or rather, the moment I die. I wish not of my body to turn from green to black, my body to bloat with bulging eyes and a protruding tongue. I wish not to have to 'feel' my pancreas digesting itself. And most importantly, I wish not to have my body to stink on this very sacred day. Yes, an urn with my ashes in it would do. Unless I die as a healthy person, then I wished for my body parts to be donated to the hospital so that they can save more lives. In a sick thought, I like the idea of having my body parts to 'live' on without my soul. But still the remains of my body shall be incinerated.


The funeral shall be held on 10th April, because I think it's pretty cool to live and die on the same day (I'll explain later). If authorities forbid, then we shall carry out the funeral in a fortnight (or two) after my death(Again, I'll explain later). It shall be held on a beach that has standards of Bali (or if we have no money, we could always go to St. John island or Port Dickson. So long as it isn't on Sembawang Beach, or anything like that. The grander the better, and I trust that my family would know of which beaches I approve of) , in a white tent.


There would no guest list, but a list of people I do not want to be at my funeral. The reason why there is no guest list is because the invited ones are the people whom I love dearly, and loves me back. People who have impacted my life, and people who's life I have changed, or at the very least, 'touched'. So if they feel that they fit into any one of the category, just head on down. They can be dressed whatever they want, however they want. Just so long as there isn't a large group of people dressed in black (Yet again, I'll explain later).


Only the VIPs (some family and friends) at the funeral are allowed to give the speeches on the podium. No tears of sadness shall be shed. Here' s the explanation for the date of funeral and the colours of clothing. I want my funeral to be one of the most beautiful "parties" , almost like a sweet sixteen party, only less expensive and boy crazy.


On the day of my funeral, I want to be remembered for the days that I lived, and the joy (if any) that I brought to the people I care about. It should be a happy day for everyone should celebrate the years I lived, and not the moment I became stiff. I want my death anniversary to be on 10th April, for I want it to be a joyous occasion where I celebrate my birthday, rather than my death.

Like mentioned earlier, that if authorities don't permit, then I'll have my funeral a fortnight or two after my death. Reason: It's simple. As said, my funeral shall not be a place of sadness, and I think a week or two would pretty much be enough for them to get over their grief of me being dead.


As for the dressing, black just brings all the mood down, so I need my guests to be in awesome colours.


The speeches shall not be more than two hours long, and when that's all over, I want beautiful music to be playing, preferably Jazz and the Oldies. I don't want any sad songs played because it always brings back sad memories, and I wish not to have tears, mucus or loud sobs on my funeral day.


Food has to be awesome as usual, and I wouldn't mind having a couple of drinks around for the guests. But those who go beyond the limit and get drunk, would be booted out of my funeral tent, even if that means my family. I don't want some drunk to come and crash my funeral, and don't think I'm not watching, cause' I am!


Now all this sounds pretty much awesome to me, but I actually left out the time for my funeral. It has to be during Dawn because it brings light to a whole new day.

The moment the Sun rises, marks the end of the whole 'party'. Guest are then required write notes they wished to send to me and attach them to beautiful coloured balloons of all shapes and sizes (I want to remember all of you forever and always). But don't release them just yet. For my ashes need to be placed into this huge balloon and together, all the balloons shall be released at the same time. I'll read them once the notes and the ashes are brought up to me through the stars.


And when I'm all done, I'll pop the balloons so that my ashes are scattered all around the world, together with my notes.



Welcome to my new beginning.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SYUHADA/SYUH/SYUHLA/MUCUS WOMAN!!!!!

Editted

If you've read the earlier part of this, you'd realize that I've mentioned that it is Syuh's birthday. But I left out the part that it's Natalie's birthday too! Happy Birthday nat!






Anyway, as mentioned, I met up with Syuh and Jeanice. Jeanice was pretty late because she got caught in between some reefs. And she forgot to bring Syuh's present, so she had to go home to get it.


We lingered around Cold Storage while waiting for Jeanice and I found my cheese spread that I had been fond of since a little kid. The one with the red cow head. Hahah.


We then settled for lunch at MacDonalds and time did pass quickly. We left the place, thinking that we should shift to StarBucks but apparently, things weren't on our side, and so we decided to head back to MacDonalds to get some Ice Cream. Yes, on a rainy day.


But before heading to MacD, we got ourselves two Kinder Joy with Surprise each.






Yup, the eggs are back people. But this time, there's Ferrero Rocher- like chocolates in them. Not forgetting the toys too.

Jeanice was getting hyper and lame, by taking photos of the Kinder Eggs. They're no longer wrapped in foil though.

And Syuh was getting paranoid over the toys hidden inside. Hahah.


Anywa, back to MacDonalds....


That was where we were in our own world, well not literally, because we started reminiscing the past together. We found out that Syuh, despite being the innocent looking one, got into the most number of fights and arguements. "Innocent" eh. Hahah.

And we found out that kids these days were getting out of hand, treating public places far more worst than home, shouting like babarics. Not only were they a disgrace to society, they were ones to their families, themselves and since they were in their uniforms, their school.


The day ended around dinner time and Syuh and I headed home by walking. But halfway through the drizzle became a downpour and so we were drenched. Syuh found it "awesome" to be drenched on her birthday. Hahah. And I got weird stares when I boarded the bus.


Well, that's it for now I guess. I'll update once I have some things on hand, or if I feel like it. For now, I wanna' go open my Kinder Eggs. Hahah.



One more time, Happy Birthday Syuh and Nat! I hope it was a blissful day for you guys!







K bye.



-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------




Well, today's Syuhada's birthday and I've scheduled for this post to be posted on 11.50am, cause' that's the time that she was born. Hahah.

I don't think she'll see this because I'm meeting her, and Jeanice at 12pm.

And so let me reveal what I did for her, as a birthday gift. Well, if you know me well enough, you'd know that I am a very corny person. I'll find poems or sayings and write them out. This year, I think I am the corniest ever, because I made syuh's gift in terms of a goody bag.


Well, I've always liked the idea of goody bags because it's sort of a surprise, and it makes people feel young. Hahah, that's what I think.


And in the goody bag, there is a piece of "Paparazzi" styled letter for her. Don't all birthdays have letters? But I'm not good with words, so I did got some poem too. Hahah, corny.

Then there is a newspaper wrapped item. Mind you, I do have wrapping papers, but I really liked the idea of how "anyhow" and free-styled newspapers looked. She has to open a few layers of the newspaper before she can see the gift.

It's a shoe. I know there are alot of superstitions about giving shoes to others, which in simple words means "sending them away", in terms of death. To make it worst, I'm giving her on her birthday. But just like how my family does it, I'm going to get maybe 10 cents from her, so it'll seem like she bought it for herself. Hoho.

Anyway, this shoe isn't like any other shoe. Because, this one is designed by me! I was really disappointed with the outcome because I didn't know it would be much harder on canvas than on paper.

SORRY SYUH! Heh.


And last but not least, like all goody bags, there's a bag of sweets inside. I got her, her third wine gum, and some DAT DAT Marshmallows too! Hahah.


Well, if you think I'm odd than you've not seen many other "themes" which I chose for others. You may just be my next Guinea Pig.


But I don't think I'll do any more shoes, unless for myself. Hahah.



A little dedication to friends to end the post.

The Gift Of Friends

by Karin Schaefer

There are days when
bubbling from us comes
the innocent child within,
who giggles at the little things
and wears a silly grin.

There are days when
melancholy comes to
visit for a while;
the mind feels tired, the body weak;
we have no strength to smile.

There are days when
joy abundant
grabs a hold of you and me;
wraps us up in all it's splendor,
lifts us up and sets us free.

There are days when
sorrow wraps us
in its cloak of grief and fear,
'till our hearts ache to the breaking,
'till our eyes can't shed a tear.

There are days when
love bestows us
with its wonderment and light;
with its beauty and its mystery,
its power and its might.

And there are days when
life rewards us
and seems to make amends
by granting us a marvelous gift,
the precious gift of Friends.

Once again, Happy Birthday Syuh!


I'll update again once the day's over.


Loves!

My Birthday Wishlist

Many close friend's birthdays have passed.

Now it's my turn to celebrate my 16th birthday, together with my twin, Guan Wei.

I wouldn't say that I'm not excited, but rather, I'm more nervous. So nervous that I can practically shit in my pants. Why? Because I'm afraid of the "birthday bash" that I'll receive from BELOVED FRIENDS who can't wait to avenge themselves from my plans of the "live round ammunition" attacks.


Family and Friends, have been asking me, for my Birthday list, because they have no clue as to what to buy for me. I've gotten sick and tired of the asking, So, I've decided, to create one here!!

Here goes...*flicks hair


1. A big PINK unicorn that i can sit and gallop on around my house.

2. A HUGE PINK BARBIE DOLL house. So that I can hide inside it, to play masak-masak, and to have a tea party with my fellow Barbie doll toys(that i wish will come alive and talk to me someday. )

3. If you can't afford a HUGE PINK BARBIE doll house for me, then I suggest you get me a BARBIE doll figure, or just the HUGE head. (So that I can play with her hair, combing it, and sticking all sorts of hair thingys in it. I can even share make-up with her!! Triple Yayness!)

4. If you pathetic fools can't even afford number 3, then I suggest you BUZZ OFF. No I'm kidding, I need people to buy for me presents! Buy me PINK tutus. Not for me, but for my live performance of Ballerinas!!! *BEAMS

5. I want to have a concert where all my friends are planning it, and I'm the VIP, so I get to sit back, relax and enjoy the whole show! While my slaves friends, plan EVERYTHING for MOI! Ain't that sweet? Oh, and HAVE TO HAVE Jesse McCartney, Jessica Alba, Tom Kaulitz and some lunatics dressed in SPONGEBOB and PATRICK costumes, there! ( If I don't have them, I'll start stomping my feet!!! And I mean it! *pouts lip, with lollipop twirled around finger.)

6. Clothes aren't really necessary, because I have all the branded clothes I want. But if you think you can afford it, then yeah, go ahead and buy it for me! After all, it's MY birthday, isn't it? But you better keep this in mind, I want things that are shiny, PINK, if you must, clothes that ONLY come in ONE piece, so that other people can't wear it. (If there is, they're so copying my style, Uhh.. *checks filed nails). Oh, and I'll THROW the clothes away if ANY of them are NOT BRANDED

7. A pet dog. I don't want one that's too fluffy, because it's fur would dirty my carpets. I don't want one with short hair, because it looks SO NOT CUTE. I don't want one which is too thin, because it'll look like an anorexic Paris Hilton. I don't want one that it too fat either, because it'll be too heavy to be carried around. No wait, I won't carry it around, because it'll cost me my nails! I'll use a forklift then.

8. FOR CHEAPO LOSERS..
I want flowers that are real, not the plastic ones. I want them to be nice smelling, but not too strong.. I want them to look nice, but not as nice as MOI. And finally, I don't want any in black.

9. I want a car, that looks exactly like the one Ken drives Barbie in. It can only be in any shade of Autumn and has to have a really "pimped" look. It must be hawt y'all. But I'm way hotter, DUH. I don't have a driver's license because I'm too young, and my nails aren't fit for touching the yucky stirring wheel, so I need a chauffeur to drive me about.

10. My last wish is to go on a holiday trip to Hawaii, where everyone are only to be dressed in PINK flower designs! (Double yayness!) NO ONE is to splash water at me, and I have my own set of PINK hammock around the beaches so that I can lay on them whenever I like. The girls are to be clad in coconuts and flowers only. (READ: NO CLOTHES!). I want models to sashay down an aisle with the different swim suit designs that MOI picked out.


I hope you losers have seen my top ten list, So you better get me PRESENTS!!
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

















If you've been wondering you was the one who typed all that, I have no idea. Some bimbo chick must've possessed me and typed her wish list instead of mine!


hahaha.


And no. THAT IS NOT MY ACTUAL LIST. In fact, I have none. I can't be bothered with presents though. It's not necessary, seriously. Because it eats money.

If I were rich, I would make everyday, my birthday!