I was so very excited I could not walk!

Yes that was what I said to Rebecca when I found out that Andrea from A Cat of Impossible Colour is having yet another vintage sale! Olivia was totally sad when she saw me in my 5 dollar point zero dress I got from Andrea's the other day so I told her I am 99% sure that with a wardrobe that size, Andrea will definitely do another sale before she moves! The delightful email arrived in my mailbox during my two hour Land Law class. HAHA. I could barely walk straight after class. I think the bounce in my steps were quite obvious.

Anyway, this is something I found from Andrea's blog and I decide that I will do it.
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Three ways to rob a bank
1. Manipulate the bank manager to do it with you and split the profit.
2. Wear Rayban Wayfarers, get a drink, eat a sandwich, walk up to the counter with a gun in your jacket pocket and hand Zooey Deschanel a bag and a note of instruction then do the Bank Dance with her.
3. Find a bank beside a defective building and break in via the adjoining wall. I remember reading that in a case in Torts.

Three nasty habits I had as a child
1. Torture snails with salt.
2. Bully my maids.
3. Sleep till the last minute so mom has to fish me off from my bed, dress me, tie my hair, feed me breakfast and bring me to school because I would always, always miss the bus.

Three words that I hate
1. Churr.
2. Hot - in the context where Paris Hilton says it when she is too blonde to think of a better adjective.
3. necessity - because I always put in an extra C.

Three ways to leave your lover
1. Quietly.
2. Leave the country.
3. Make a scene.

Three things I can't be mature about
1. Kissing scenes in movies.
2. Ghost stories.
3. Socks stealing.

This is not a proper outfit shot but I really love this photo sans the facial expression. It was taken weeks ago in Pulse when Euving, Justin and I were on a panel talking about relationship. :)

What I wore: Grey P & Co. Shirt dress, Gap Basic Black Cardigan.

Catch Phrase

I was introduced to this awesome game last year by my fellow Studen Lifers in uni. So there is this thing that comes out with random words which can be set to come out with words under specific categories. The catch is, it beeps, and it beeps faster and faster as time runs out. You are supposed to describe the word for your team mates to guess and pass it to the next person when they got the right answer. You lose if it stop beeping when it is in your hands.

We played it at Caleb's flat last year and it went something like that:

[Beep...beep...beep]
Someone: It's the brand of a car, a very American car.
Someone else: FORD FORD FORD.]
[beepbeepbeepbeepbeep]
Someone: Nonono! Okay scratch that. It's a horse a very fast horse!!
HUH?
Eva: A DONKEY!
[silence]

The answer was mustang.

Giant Vege

If you are a poor student living in a house with a huge garden and have bags of potatoes that turned green before you get to chuck them into the microwave, you probably won't be able to escape from planting them. I have never planted anything useful before. Don't get me wrong, I don't exactly kill plants the moment I get them. It's just that my past experience in growing stuff was pathetic.

Experience #1:

There was a bag of green beans in the kitchen. I had nothing better to do. I took a handful, wrapped them up in toilet rolls (yes, toilet paper), soaked them wet and left it somewhere. They turned into beansprouts and my maid cooked them. Pathetic.

Experience #2:
There was a bag of peanuts in the pantry. I had nothing better to do. I took a handful and planted them in the patch next to the kennel in the garden. They grew and killed the soil. Turns out peanuts will ruin the soil and you won't be able to plant anything there for a while if you planted peanuts. It is still a bald spot now. Except it doesn't matter anymore. We moved. Pathetic.

So, I planted the potatoes, garlics and onions that escaped the microwave, the frying pan, the oven and so on. Guess what. They grew into giants.

Giant garlics

Giant potatoes

Giant carrots that the previous owner planted

Giant Eva

lame-o

Private Donut

A beam of red laser light shone right above my head. I looked down at the red light blinking at my chest, panting and felt a dew of sweat forming on my forehead. The gun gave a reviving sound. I stood to my feet and ran across the opening towards the back of another thin badly painted black wall. My barefeet cold against the concrete floor, radiating waves of frenzy as the skin rubbed against the rough surface.

A tall lean shadow appeared in front of me, beaming in blue light. "Crap," The laser beam pointed directly at my chest. Blink. Blink blink.

"Okay, I am dead. Stop shooting already."

Laser strike rocks.

Private Donut 2450

The Weird Connection

I just made a freakish ingenius discovery about myself, that is my weight and immune system seems to have a magically connection. Yea yea, I know they talk about it all the time, and I read them from everywhere. It's probably my fever that makes me think it's such a big deal.

You see, it's like the self-adjust thingy in economics. When Eva's healthy and happy, she eats all kind of stuff, yummy stuff...and she keeps going and going like nothing can stop her, so she gains that little bump on the tummy. Little does she know, those things are corrupting her immune system. So, she falls sick, like now, and lose her cheerful appetite. Therefore, her high metabolism eats on the extra fat she gain as her back bouncing recovery takes place at the same time. Thus, Eva finds herself slim and healthy again. And the circle continues.

Haha...how wonderful. Opps..hehe...It's the fever again. I really should go get some rest and fight off this drowsy heaty fever. Ditto.



Take care, babies,
Eva

A friendly reminder

Got this from Joshua's blog, though I am not a perfect person and have a past to be ashamed of, I figured Jesus is the one thing that I am not ashamed of. So here goes.

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In light of the many jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different: This is not intended to be a joke, it's not funny, it's intended to get you thinking..............

Dart Test...

A young lady named Sally, relates an experience she had in a seminary class, given by her teacher, Dr. Smith. She says that Dr. Smith was known for his elaborate object lessons.
One particular day, Sally walked into the seminary and knew they were in for a fun day. On the wall was a big target and on a nearby table were many darts. Dr. Smith told the students to draw a picture of someone that they disliked or someone who had made them angry, and he would allow them to throw darts at the person's picture.

Sally's friend drew a picture of someone who had stolen her boyfriend. Another friend drew a picture of his little brother. Sally drew a picture of a former friend, putting a great deal of detail into her drawing, even drawing pimples on the face. Sally was pleased with the overall effect she had achieved.

The class lined up and began throwing darts. Some of the students threw their darts with such force that their targets were ripping apart. Sally looked forward to her turn, and was filled with disappointment when Dr. Smith, because of time limits, asked the students to return to their seats. As Sally sat thinking about how angry she was because she didn't have a chance to throw any darts at her target.

Dr. Smith began removing the target from the wall. Underneath the target was a picture of Jesus. A hush fell over the room as each student viewed the mangled picture of Jesus; holes and jagged marks covered His face and His eyes were pierced.

Dr. Smith said only these words... 'In as much as ye have done it unto the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto Me.' Matthew 25:40. No other words were necessary; the tears filled eyes of the students focused only on the picture of Christ.

This is an easy test; you score 100 or zero. It's your choice. If you aren't ashamed to do this, please follow the directions. Jesus said, 'If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you, before My Father.'

Not ashamed ... pass this on.
Ashamed ... delete it.

Isn't it funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell.

Isn't it funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says.

Isn't it funny how everyone wants to go to heaven provided they do not have to believe, think, say, or do anything the Bible says.

Or is it scary?Isn't it funny how someone can say 'I believe in God' but still follow Satan (who, by the way, also 'believes' in God ).

Isn't it funny how you can send a thousand jokes through e-mail and! they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing.

Isn't it funny how the lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but the public discussion of Jesus is suppressed in the school and workplace.

Isn't it funny how someone can be so fired up for Christ on Sunday, but be an invisible Christian the rest of the week.

Isn't it funny how when you go to forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it to them.

Isn't it funny how I can be more worried about what other people think of me than what God thinks of me.

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Well, I do worry about what God thinks of me. So, lots of love to you guys,
Eva

Pattern

Looking back at the things that we did, we heard, we favour, we hate, we were once crazy about, I do realise that we live up in a pattern. And it hurts to think that myself, is too bound by a pattern, some pattern of other people's life. Yes, it is rude to label people like items, but the truth is, I think we all can be labelled, like how we react in situations. No matter how much we would like to deny, history does repeat itself, and in human, the time period of history isn't really that long, sometimes, it's just months away.

So it offends me and hurts me to know that I can be fitted into a pattern of someone else's. I do not believe in coincidences. It doesn't need a genius to tell you we are similar. She did that, so did I. She was that, and so am I. In the surface, I cannot deny the things that I do and whoever I am. So I hate it to my bones that what I do and who I am hunts me back. I am vain, I want to be an individual, up till now, I still believe with my heart and soul that I am an individual. God created me not to fit into some other people's mold. I am made for His mold, and in my life, may He refine me and try me to make me fit better.

For once I ask, do not label me, judge me, or try to fit me in the patterns of people who had been there before me. Don't like me because I am like a certain he or she, and at your mercy, don't hate me for being like someone else. I have my own identity, though I may seem the same on the outside, I would appreciate if you actually try to look within.

Certainly, after this, I am swayed and confused. But off this page and the words, I am sure of myself, who I am, what I do. I still have some growing up to do. =)


With love,
Eva

Revenge of the bitten person

It was a typical good night. I was online and chatting. I was actually having a good time and he said "good night," and I bid goodbye. Then, out of the corner of my eye. There was this red and black little thing wiggling on my right hand, just slightly above my elbow.

*SHOCK* that's the evil bug that pee poison on people and make your hand get very bad infection!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH~~~ CRAP. And its butt was so close to my skin, I could practically see myself getting victimized by the butt of the bug. My mouth is fighting back a bad cursing word while the quickness of my finger ticked the bug off from my hand. But it was all too late. The harm was already done. Now there is this little bump on my hand that is waiting to swell and start producing some kind of bad painful blister.

Sucks. Every moment that I know this bug of the ultimate evil still roam in my room sucks. But my live is more important so I flip-flopped to the washroom and applied a big bloop of body shampoo and started scrubbing the bump area franticly and washed off the soap.

Still sucks. It is still alive somewhere. But one thought of grace and mercy passed my mind, I actually thought of letting it live and not hunting it down...it's probably because I was already tired by then. So I turned off the laptop and went to bed.

May all curses and dissentment fall on that evil little creature with a mind full of malicious intentions and body filled with gooey poisonous fluid and may it die in such misery that no bug can imagine or comprehend and its corpse no where to rest and rot in my hearty revenge. There it was ON MY BED. Looks like that thing really wanted to ruin my Chinese New Year.

I am not somebody to be messed with, bug. My right hand took hold of the closest thing in my reach that will bring death to the bug - my chinese version hard cover bible. And my heart filled with anger of its determined intentions and squash! The poisonous fluid was spilled over the sides of my bible. But that thing was still wiggling with life.

Its butt stucked to the fabricated skin of the cover and its body was moving in such way that angered me more. I took it to daddy to make sure that it is a poisonous bug and the verdict was there. Guilty as charged. Stupid bug. So I plugged in the vermin electricutor and took a pencil and poked it to the bug. The sticky butt of the bug was stuck to the pencil.

I bet it could see revenge in my eyes. The end of the pencil got nearer and nearer to the blue light and to the wires that is flowing with furious electric waves. So I gave it a last wiggle and the bug was stucked between two electric wires. I turned away to switch on my computer to write about its painful death and my sweet revenge. After a while, there was a burnt smell coming from the electricutor and I know it is done.



Don't you dare mess with me, bug, don't you dare.
-Eva-

Elopement

Time draws near. There is this undeniable excitement that is brewing inside, like a pot of coffee the scent bitter yet in this time I smell nothing but the sweetness in the air. Though the dark clouds are ruining my day. The song keeps playing, skip this town for a little while, and off I am eloping with myself.

So there will be more time alone, with me and you and the words that's swimming inside of me. Bubbling up and bursting into songs of the seasons and at times singing out loud, sometimes with strength and courage, while other times in melancholy and romanticism. Most times with sacarsm and dry wit. Skip this town for a little while, and I wander and wonder if you will ever follow.

So I am leaving, it's an elopement. Of plain craziness and spotaniousity. So much spinning around me but I am in so much joy and faith. Until I see you again, until I see you again. Skip this town for a little while.



-va-

Updates

I actually find nothing much to blog about once the concert is over. I pretty much went back into my lazy mode. Not much thinking, less reading, less things that are actually productive. No goals, nothing that actually drive my life running. And it is *kind of* according to my plan, a real laid back holiday before I leave for Uni.

Of course I can still make lists. Like what I normally do when I have nothing much to write about.

List #1: Parties & Gatherings I attended during the holiday season.

1. Beng Hooi's Housewarming.

Note: No offence but not all that warming for me.

2. Some-rich-dude-that-lives-in-Tambun-Indah's Housewarming.
Note: It was scary and huge. Filthly rich and pompous. But a scene that you must see before you die.

3. Christmas Service in TOG.

4. Christmas Eve party at Uncle Eddie's.
Note: Simply heartwarming. Do not regret any second that I spend there.

5. HEB 1228 Concert.

6. Watch Night Service in TOG.
Note: My favourite part was getting Joshua's love letter & when we were goofing around in Pei Wen's car.

7. My cousin, Chun Hwa's wedding reception, pre-wedding, wedding morning ceremony.

8. Alvin's post-Christmas Turkey Feast.

Note: Great fun and happy reunion with Albert. Thanks Alvin, I had a great time.

9. Tanya Chua, Gary Chao Ge, Ning Baizura & Reshmonu in AIA Kick Off Concert, Champion Star Night.

10. TOG 26th Anniversary.

Phew. See? I am serious when I tell you I am a busy person.

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List #2: Christmas presents that I gave out.

1. A pair of Voir earrings for Pam. RM19.90.

2. A cute rabbit to hang on bag for Pei Wen, my dar. RM6 *I think*

3. A glitter poof for Tanya from Elinto. RM3.

4. A clear nail polish with glitter for Sera mommy. RM5+

5. Another cute rabbit hang on bag for Shuang Ling, RM5+

6. A RM10 KFC voucher for gift exchange in TOG Youth Christmas. Free (Opportunity cost - RM10 free meal.)

7. A tea tree oil blemish stick from The Body Shop for Jireh & Caleb to share. - RM29, thanks to inflation. Pfftttt!!!!

8. Two Mask Rider Series DVD for my dearest boyfriend Joshua Chan whom I will love forever. - RM30.

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And most of the time my lists gets better as they go on.

List #3: Christmas presents that I GOT.

1. A plat that says "God bless our home.", a hand towel, an unbrella. - All from TOG.

2. A dozen of blue ball pen from TOG Youth Christmas Party gift exchange.

3. A christmas hat with Santa Clause printed on from Yun Sing.

4. A pair of leopard print studs from Vince & Co from Pam.

5. A pair of star shinny earring from Tanya.

6. A floral hairclip that comes in a box of origamies from Eunice Lim*LEONG*, my cute sis.

7. A waterproof make up bag from Aunty Hwee Mee.

8. A T-shirt with the gift of Holy Spirit printed on and a "Footprints For Teens" and a calender written on by Joshua with his name saying "I *heart* U" and a love letter with nice little drawings from Jireh, Caleb & Joshua.

9. A DKNY Be Delicious parfum from mom.

10. An external hard disk with have the free space of approximately 297 Gig from Dad who spoils me. Btw, it's PINK.

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And the best is yet to come.

List #4: NEW Things that I got.

1. A genuine cow leather sling bag from MANGO. RM69 (Original price: RM119)

2. Two hairbands from Bonita. RM5 (So cheap & good)

3. 4 fake bun styling hair clips. RM4.50.

4. A "CREW" cap from Vince & Co. in PINK with fur. RM49.90. I am gonna sue the lady for not asking me for member card and wasting my money!

5. A new pair of Calvin Klein boot cut jeans that fit so perfectly like tailor-made. RM300++.

6. A pair of beige color slacks from GAP in Singapore and a black color cardigan. S$100+.

7. Two polo tees, a pair of straight cut jeans and a khaki color minis from Levi's Signature in Singapore Vivo City Mall. S$150+

8. A wonderful experience from reverse bungee in Clarke Quay, Singapore. S$45

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9. A white bohemian top from Esprit Gurney Plaza.RM69.90.

10. A blue striped casual shirt, a black pencil + A line skirt and a leopard print pencil box; all from Esprit Sunway Carnival. RM99.90+RM99.90+RM30.00.

11. A pair of light brown classic and comfy genuine leather Mary Janes from Clarks. RM248.00 *paid from my salary*.

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Oh yes 2009 is a happy year, yes I am a living piece of splurge! and a party animal. And you should start hating me in about...5...4...3...2....1, NOW. LOL.

Nah, anyways, this is the reason why I haven't been blogging. Love you guys for still staying with me. I promise I'll flood this page once I get off my holiday mood.

Lots of love,

Eva - the spoiled brat.

Meet the real people

Hello, nice to meet you, I am a genuine version of Leong Eva, I swear (it's just an expression, swearing is NOT polite at all) to tell the truth, only the truth, nothing but the truth.

Anyway, nice to meet you. You know, real people are actually kind of hard to find today. Real, meaning people who don't scheme, spy on you and you know be just plain fake around you. Since I am not old enough to be in the history, and obviously not fortunate enough in meeting people, I don't think I know more than a handful of real people with a TradeMark branding or a Copyright branding that comes along with them. The rest from the handful are as good as the things you have in your house with a tag of "made in China" things, which generally mean the chance of them being a fabricated good is around 80 - 90 %.

Well, let me introduce you to the first guy, I think most people will recognise if I would only describe, he is usually painted on stained glass windows in chapels, wears a pair of sandal and comes with long hair and a well-groomed beard. None other than Mr. Jesus Christ. We will skip the arguement of people who thinks he does not exist and go on with him being a living person with a genuine personality. I would say he is a genuine person mainly because we do not see people who come to you and skip saying "nice meeting you" and exchange it with "Do not be fearful." Certainly he is straight forward enough. Plus, Jesus didn't go like, "Um Peter, you know, you said that I shouldn't wash your feet. Um, I think um, you know, I should, but anyway, you know I love you right. But I think the good old Devil is just trying, of course I'm not blaming you..." Jesus is my personal idol the moment he shot "Devil, get thee behind me." How cool is that. I mean, if I ever say that with a serious face when somebody is blocking my way to church, they would think I'm a moron and beat me up. I like the way he deal with things, with a clean take it or leave it way. Now that is what I call, "with love, from Jesus."

The next one, I would like to give the honour of accepting this real person reward is none other than Mr. Alex Lim. Alex, if you are reading this, seriously, do not syok sendiri. Haha. 70% of the people I know thinks he's a freak, another 20% thinks he is gay and I think he is a genius and a darn good friend to keep for life. If you know this guy, you'll know that it is impossible for a person to fake what he does, simply because, one, he yells at people quoting from Shakespeare, two, he bakes apple crumble in class with his own oven because it helps him to deal with stress, and he keeps the rubber bands that he used to tie up the plastic bags because he happens to be a tree hugger. And he doesnt date simply because he hasn't meet that someone special. He holds the best example of someone who thinks so why should I care about what people say about me, I am the real thing, babe. Way to go, Alex. You rock my socks.

Francis probably qualify too. His ways can be totally unacceptable at times but the one thing I can be sure is that nobody can force him to fake anything without his consent. I know this fella since I am five and I do not think he has in anyway schemed, gossiped or act unlike himself in front of anyone or in any circumstances. So he hates almost half the things that people agree with, big deal, that's who he is. Even though sometimes it seems totally unreasonable, that's the thing about people who are real, they might change their view one day, but until they do, they would just keep it that way. It is really cool having a friend like that. And I plan to keep it that way too, if you don't mind.

For those who did not make it to the chart, being real ain't easy, you can choose to do it, try doing it or not bother at all. And I am sure you do rock somebody's world, being whatever you are now, REAL-ly.


with love,
Eva

Eva's guide to Friendship

Ello all, I've been hiding from blogging since my DAD went online and read my blog and gave me a lecture about it. Anyhow, my blogging cells are bubbling up so here's something for you reader. First of all, this is supposed to be an open journal of mine. By "journal" I mean diary, as in PERSONAL diary. It is written to express myself simply because I am a super genius and things that runs in my head can kill me if I don't output it right. And don't judge me on stuff I write or say or post, because, YOU AREN'T SUPPOSED TO BE READING THIS ANYWAY, BUSYBODIES.

See? Get what I mean when I say things in my brain can kill me. Healthy output blogging is.
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Tadaa. After my fair share of bad friendship with people with personality that would stink the whole Penang Island if personality have a smell, I decided to write this blog. It is neither scientifically proved, advised by professionals, shown in certified reports nor biblical. Follow it if you want but I am not responsible for the outcome and you may clap, scream, yell, laugh, curse happily if you think any of these hit the spot. Thank you.

Tips on people stuff.

#1
Acknowledge that you do not need friends, and you are comfortable being alone and most importantly, being yourself. Life is beautiful as it is and friends (good ones) only here to compliment it. You will not die or in anyway suffer misery if you are lack of them.

#2
Make more acquaintances as friends comes from acquaintances. Knowing more people means you have more prospects for friends. Give yourself time to know them and stop at the level of acquaintance if you ever find them as unsuitable friends material.

#3
Don't ever assume people are faking it around you. Yes people do that sometimes but can't you just think the best of people around you?! Anyway, only people who fakes it often will ALWAYS think other people are faking it also. So when you ask someone how is he/she doing, take his/her answer as it is and swallow down your inner cry of wanting to say "don't fake it darling." Lol, because, come on, you are the one with the problem.

#4
Accept compliments gracefully, if your parents had been incapable of teaching you how to thank people when people praise you OR you have been temporary deaf when you parents did, let me have the honour of reminding you to say a hearty thank you when people say nice things about you. By "hearty", it means say it with your heart, not saying thank you and having an inner war of how to accept it.

#5
Say sorry ONLY WHEN YOU MEAN IT. And its best that situations when apologies is need to be avoid. NOT generated. And sorry means you sincerely feel inapropriate to have did that something and you admit that it is wrongfully done even if it is for a better cause, emphasizing on the wrongfully done part. NOT the "I said it out of love part." It suck to the max when you say you did it out of love and all other people see if disrespect.

um this is supposed to be longer but most my blog posts doesn't really turn out 100% the way I want them to anyway. I find better pleasure in chatting with my sis now, so more later, if I still feel like it. Ciao ciao, nosy peekers.

All in all

Wonders isn't it. It must have been months since I really wanted to leave. Why do I wanted to leave anyway? I don't think anyone would wanna leave if it would involve some slamming doors, angry faces and a couple of months full of stress and complaints. So I don't really like the people around me. So I want to leave this mess once in a while.



What makes anyone think reminding you of what your life away from home is gonna be like is gonna help to cushion the punch? And your responsibilities and every history of bad clashes resulting from your different personality from your sister who is gonna be your room mate for the next three years. Yes, I have my fears, and nothing is making anything better. So I am trying to cope with leaving, my friends, my home, my family, the neighbourhood that I hardly know anyone, and the college that I hated and complained about every freakin' bad day. But how could anyone think it's not hard on me.



Scary isn't it, to even think that your friends are gonna move on with or without you, probably some other girl who are not even similar to you is gonna take your place,wherever you have been. So it doesn't last. Big deal, but why would anyone think it would make it any easier on me.



So I wanna take a month break from my job, from pleasing my parents, from whatever mess I've been through. Yes I'm leaving, I'm leaving, I'm leaving it's true. It has happened before, nobody notice then, and probably nobody will notice this time too. Yes, it involves some tears, some yelling screaming, some lonely times. Nothing has made me think that this time is not gonna be the same.



Please please give me a break. I just need to make through my day.



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Pulling a half all-nighter

Aikes...even though I'm taking a one-month break from my job in December, I still feel so guilty 'cause I couldn't wake up just now until my parents have to leave me at home and let me sleep in. Ish...haha.. *guilt eats up Eva* ahhh~~

Spent the whole night making the gigantaur dice for Live Size Snake & Ladder this Sunday. Anyway this is the fruit that I spent the whole night doing, but still not all done yet..probably gonna continue later tonight. I should really stop staying up late..abo then I fail my medical check-up then will have to bid farewell to my further education liao. T-T wuah...seriously.

Oh yea. My room looked like crap so I cropped off parts of the pictures that might ruin my reputation. HAHA. Anyway..pictures!!!

Leftover low cost materials.

The box was so darn *&^%&#@ ugly so I had to paint it white.

Trying my best to protect my parquet floor...

Half done results. Nice leh...can imagine the ending results liao leh..

Sambil make dice, sambil chatting... Haha... qualified multitasker. *applause*

*drumrolls*

TADAA~ Nicelerh. Yes, I am a supergenius. [Insert evil laughter here.]

-Eva-

the rest of my life

It's confusing isn't it? This life, I mean. You love something so much one minute and you are so darn freaking annoyed by it the next. As if there is not enough stuff to confuse me, it just has to complicate itself by giving everything a good side and a bad side. Come on, how am I supposed to make decisions while bla bla bla can be good and bad in the same time and right and wrong at the same time. Then there are those philosophers. They woud ask you "What colour is this?", you say "White," and they say "What makes you think it is white?", you answer "I don't know, why don't cha try asking the other 50 millions people out there who are not colour blind?" Then they'll ignore your joke and say, "If everyone say it's black, then won't it be black then?". AHhh...That's a trick question. HA! I get it...I get it.

I'm babbling. 'Cause I'm insane. I said till further notice see? HAHA!!! No further notice YET!!! TEEHEE~



-coke addict-

Sleepyhead's Blissful Sleep

I went to church for a healing rally yesterday, after a long day at work, not to mention a sleepy one too. Fu could scarcely keep me awake by reminding me about...you know, my crush. And I could barely stay awake. The service was okay, by God's strength and anointing, the pastor spoke with might and his words was strong and loud. Amazing speaker, how can anyone possibly fall asleep in the presence of such a high-spirited speaker and in the sweet presence of the Holy Spirit.

Opps, I take back the last part, I mean, of course people can sleep in the sweet presence of the Holy Spirit. He followed me home and dwell near me while I routinely go online and chatted with some friends. When I became tired I went to the bed, still in my working clothes, I fell asleep. Mom came to switch of the lights, I opened my eyes to look at her but I just couldn't summon my body to sit up and go get cleaned up and all. The sleep just wash me over. Blissfulness, like squashy blankets and fluffy pillows, like songs of nymphs and sirens. Heavenly heavenly bliss.

I woke up at six in the morning, after my little nap and I drag myself to the bathroom, washed my face, the water felt fresh against the grease and sweat that covered me for such long hours. I showered in cold water, without turning the heater on. It was like the fresh streams from the waterfall, truly revitalising every part where the water sweep through. I saw mom who just woke up when I walked to my room, she almost wanted to give me a lecturer over my unhealthy habits but I just smiled blissfully at her.

After putting on some fresh clean clothes, I snuggle back into my still warm bed, between the soft sheets and all fluffy things, and sink into another blissful sleep. Till the sun shined in and I decided it is going to be a beautiful day.




-sleepyhead-

How do you like me now?

I am nuts. If you guys haven't notice it by now, you are probably as dumb as a rock. Someone commented about Jessica Simpson, "Who cares if you are a dumb as a stone if u have those breasts." Indeed. But you don't. So you are probably as dumb as a rock and people should point and laugh at you.

HAHA!!!!!!!



-freak-

I will walk on water.

Listen to the song playing with this blog. I... will walk on water, and you will catch me if I fall. Haven't I be just as lost? How long have I been in the storm, overwhelmed by the ocean and waves crashing over my head? He sings, if I could just see you, everything will be alright. I am lost, confused and very much overwhelmed. Silenced by the noise around me. He hath not bring me out to drown but still I feel like I am ten feet under and upside down. When barely surviving becomes a purpose, I know things might not go right.

What a peculiar line that follows. I will walk on water, and you will catch me if I fall. I wonder if I would walk on water, have I have the faith of Peter to walk on the lake heading to Jesus? And if I do, will I fall? How could this be? That I am so unsure about myself, he sings "You will catch me if I fall..." how could this be? I am sure You will. The only thing I am so sure. You have did that a thousand times. No matter how deep how messy, you will catch me if I fall.

You have been with me every step of my life. Though I may not know of your presence. Side by side you have walked me through. If I could just see you, everything will be alright. I will get lost in your eyes and know everything will be alright. A love so different from others, so much plainer yet deep. If I could just see you... this darkness will turn to light.

I will walk on water, you will catch me if I fall. We will walk on together.



-water walker-

我与宅男有个约会

标题已经写完了我要写的。

*冒汗*


-Va-

i love sms

SMS wishes

1. Sin Ling (Rejection T-T)
"Knowin that this sat will b ya bday,i assume that the picnic has somethin to do with it.....anyway thanks for invitin.a very happy 19th in advance to u.

2. Aanand (my son)
"Happy B'day 2 u,u're born in d zoo,wif d donkeys n monkeys n hw do u do?..lol..Happy 19th B'day Eva!..eer,I mean mum=)..Hope u hv a awesome n sucessfull year ahead of u including wif ....!..lol.

3. Andrew
。*。 蒙。*。
福。\ l /。福
。 生日快乐。
福。/ l \ 。福
。*。福。*。
梁毓华，祝你健康快乐*上帝赐福你*Andrew余维恩赠。

4. Linkah
"happy birthday..I not at home..can't wish u there..haha [From unknown number]"
...later...
"forgot to tell u I'm linkah"

5. Jh
"Eva! Happy bday!! God bless ya.. Hope u enjoy urself tmr!"

6. Francis
"Happy birthday!"

7. Yeh Khai
"今天是你农历和阳历的生日噢！祝你生日快乐噢！愿你事事顺利，梦想成真！：-〉

8. Eujin
"Happy and blessed birthday ms eva :) how young d hah? ;)hehe.."
..I replied that I will be blowing 19 candles this year...later...
"Wah banyak :) hv a nice day,will c u soon..will be bk end of june then"

9. Sue Lin
"Eva,just want to wish u a Happy Birthday! May God bless ur special day n everyday..hope u'll enjoy ur outing tml. =)

10. Chee Theng
"Happy birthday..And happy 端午节for sunday..^o^"

11. Daddy~ muax*
"Happy birthday. Darling Eva. With love fr daddy. Have u placed a booking for tao restaurant?"

12. Cyndy, the 1st lady for me.
"Happy birthday dear! Stay pretty n healthy alwis ;p"

13. Kheng Huat - all the way from Ukraine
"Happy 19th birthday eva! Njoy ur final teenage year!"

14. Jack
"生日快乐!"

15. Sue Ann
"Eva girl, drop by to wish u a Blessed Burfday&all ur wishes come through!Sry couldn't join the outing today,exams soon le.enjoy ur day yea,make it a blast!! :)"

16. Q che
"picture"

17. Kah Yee
"Happy Birthday! from Bao"

18. Bro. Bernard, Sis Tabitha and cuti Eunice~
"Happy & Blessed birthday, to u, Eva on 7 Jun 08 from Bro Bernard, Sis Tabitha & Eunice Lim"

19. Yee Ling
"Hey cutie eva,happy 19th to u><..Hope u gt a great celebration:-)

20. Gui Wei
..after asking abt his mean of transport to the party place...
"好。还有hor 生日快乐！嘻嘻"