I've been through hell. Serious.

First, they tenderize your body - the whole damn body. And later, they will rub hard on your body on those tender acupoints, like behind your knees and beside your neck. No matter how you squirm and scream into the hole below you, they will continue doing so. They have so much strength, they. You think that you can actually defeat them, small and petite and almost sweet looking. But, ooo, their hands!!

And then they will punch holes into your body. Like, many many many holes. And they use suction caps to suck out the blood. "Bad blood," they say. "And look, your blood is bubbling." And they continued to toot at my 'bad blood' which they say I shouldn't feel that I've kinda wasted them. They're...... bad, afterall. And after which, they showed me my wasted blood in the suction caps - all dark, coagulated and clotty. Like... period blood.

And they'll tenderize your body again before pressing onto those acupoints again - maybe to marinate me this time. With those holes on my body gaping at them. Squirming and screaming again.

It's so tiring. I just want to sleep. They finally left me alone for a while and to take their break. I just knocked out.

And when they resumed, they asked me to sit up. And they started to press onto my acupoints on my right and I grunted - I didn't want to give in. Weirdly, my entire right body started to heat up immediately and I started to sweat - cold sweat. And then, even weird, I could feel my hands, swelling up and giving out something - like bad air. Like some kungfu show!

It's true I tell you.

And before she moved to my left, I started seeing stars. OOOOO, a fainting spell. I said weakly, "I'm seeing stars and I think I'm going to faint." She took pity on me, either that, or she prefers me to be awake to feel the torture and pain. So she left my left side of the body alone.

And then she proceeded to punch holes on my brows. Near to my eyes.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I just closed my eyes, lest when I opened them, I see a sea of red.

And they sucked the blood at my brows. -sob- They disfigured me. One is even marvelling at the blood bubbling in the cup at the side.

They finally let me off, all bruised and in pain. Circles of bruises with many little punctures inside. Like a monk's head. And worst of all, I got two bruises at the beginning of my brows. I looked damn fierce with like, very thick brows. They said I had to return within 3 hours. I obediently agreed.

Which they prepared a tub of hot water and asked me to submerge myself in there for 20minutes. Oh, the cooking time after the marinating.

I stepped in and my wounds start to burn. I yelped and cursed myself. Slowly I got in, feeling like a potato which has holes on it, poked by a fork so that it'll cook faster.

And I almost fainted again when I got out. I survived, but I was like almost dying I felt. I dressed myself, thinking that I am in earthquake. And I walked out the steamed up room groggily. Oh! I saw my torture bed! I slumped onto it and laid there motionless. "What have I gotten myself into...!?" I thought bitterly.

And as I laid there, totally weak and exhausted, I sweated like a pig. It's like, NON-STOP. My shirt got so drenched, it was soaked through. My legs were even glistening from sweat. My face was dripping wet even though I had dried myself previously.

Oh, the torture!

After a good rest, and a kind soul got me glucose water and kept giving me water - for fear to have a dehydrated corpse in their premise I guess. Heh. And then I gobbled some sweets at their reception area. And then I was good to go.

I ached all over. I had actually spend an entire day at the torture chamber. For the sake of my damn back. SHIT. For my damn back, I had to sacrifice some blood and bruises on my face and body. -sob-

It better work. I guess it did - my back wasn't hurting at all when I got up this morning. But again, ALL the other parts of my body were screaming in pain. Kinda in relativity I guess, that my back really seemed to be better.

And... then there's the 2nd dreaded treatment...

And anyways, why the hell is Joakim is still in Singapore Idol??? He now represents Singapore's Top 5 singers when he is tone-deaf!?

If he still stays on the next round, I think I will start voting already. I know I know, it's people like me who curse and swear and complain that Singapore isn't listening but do nothing about it - typical couch critics.

Why wouldn't he step down? At least to show the others that he knows his place instead of being thick-skinned and staying on, like the judges are furious that he's still on the competition already. They should buck up and say "NO COMMENTS" to their judgments towards him. Week after week, he sounds the same and all his words are chopped up like minced pork. Expression looks the same too. And I don't even think he dresses well nor looks good.

I mean, COME ON! He sang "XIAO WEI"!!!! That's supposed to be the easiest Chinese song! And he managed to make it sound like an amatuer just realising that he has vocal cords. Why not sing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star".

Oh no, Hady please win. If Joakim Gomez wins Singapore Idol - all the voters can go and die.

I SPIT!

Pooi pooi pooi... to Zoe Tay's Imedeen's ad. Lying on a bed (?) with her hair splayed out behind her, with a come-hither look. The pun is damn obvious. Sex sells but huh? For a skincare product? ...

She's really getting old already huh. Signs of an aging star trying to fight for its space in the vast skies with the young twinkly ones.I don't see Jacelyn Tay doing the same ad even thought she's the spokesperson for Imedeen as well.

Oh well.

It was my niece's birthday today. (Oh, Shilin, I do get called "Aunty" often. Cos I am already one when I am borned. And er, well, kids unrelated to me do call me "Aunty" too. ( /_\) ) And her parents were throwing a birthday bash for her at Raffles Country Club. From 3PM to through the night. Like the baby will be staying up the whole time.

What does a baby know about? Like she knows that it's her birthday and she's one year old? Do anyone of us have recollections of our 1st birthdays? Noooo......

So.......... the adults are just ya-ya-papayas.

I don't even really recall any photo-taking.

Dinner was bad - RTC's food was infamously known for their bad food, I just realised. And the atmosphere was plain wrong. The family hasn't met since Chinese New Year and the only reason I went to this bash, was to not make my Dad look bad. This is sad, I know. I don't really quite care for my niece's birthday. Not that she minds me around or not on her birthday party. Hell, I have not even carried or touched her or played with her.

And the adults are like professional gamblers. And they seem to not know what to talk about other than counting their winnings across the table of cards / mahjong.

What sorta celebration is that?! And I felt that they're all so fake, and so courteous with each other - they kinda, sorry to say, disgust me. I mean, you wouldn't be so enthusiastically kind and courteous to your family members, would you??? Come on, you won't even do that to your friends, right? Maybe to your bosses or someone great la. But... hai...

I showed my boredom outright. I almost fell asleep. And I went to take long walks away from the table. I even asked JX to call me cos I was so damn bored and disgusted with their behaviour.

Then after dinner, I found out that I was a lousy bowler. Like - really lousy. I don't remember being that lousy before. My left butt is hurting badly now and my fingers are a little swollen.

Hai..... Lousy way to end a Saturday. :(

A while ago, I was complaining to JX that our dates/outings have gone stale. We barely have the energy to walk anywhere, or fight with the crowds at Chinatown, or time to smell some sea breeze. We somehow or rather always end up lazing around at home, thinking that the weather is going to turn for the worse. And then we'll just watch tv and then sleep in. And then feel grouchy at the end of the day having a perfect day all wasted away.

And I thought, this is NO GOOD! What happened to our sense of adventure? Going to Pulau Ubin to cycle? Taking a foreign bus and alight at a strange place and make our way around? Looking for cheap good food/groceries? Just being out in the sun/open?

So I complained. He listened, and within this week, we had a dinner picnic at Chinese Gardens and a LIVE international basketball match at the Indoor Stadium. HOW COOL IS THAT? (Though it isn't in the sun/open.)

But you know, plans being plans, they don't work out most of the times.

Our picnic, was supposedly to be like, well, relaxing and romantic - but it turns out to be a highly strung up meal eaten quickly and with wide eyes. Because, stupid Chinese Garden wasn't lighted at all.

I know it's kinda silly to still want to have our dinner there, in the shadows; but there wasn't any other place, and we didn't want to waste our efforts having make our way down already (to find in dismay, a sillouette of the tower in Chinese Gardens against the purple sky). There were bunches of people; guys; that we squinted out in the shadows - and we didn't like it at all. (You know, overwhelming numbers and being the group that can be easily succumbed don't make you feel easy... Especially in the dark.) But we still HAVE TO have our dinner there. So we made our way into the Chinese Garden, and found a well-lit concrete ground facing the toilet. And there, we ate our dinner, with our backs facing the romantic pond. We faced, instead, the roads that bypassed us. In case anyone comes by, knocks us out and steal our dinner.

And we updated each other constantly on the shadows approaching us, barely concentrating on what we were eating. How fun!!! It's like some spy game.

After we finished our dinner, we packed and left immediately. A little letdown, but it was the first time that we both laid foot/feet into Chinese Garden, and it was the out-of-the-ordinary-routine that put the spark into place. I left the shadows a very happy girl. :)

And LIVE basketball match on a Saturday night! I mean, isn't this like where a guy first asks a girl out on a date?

"Hey, I happen to have free tickets to this International Basketball match this Saturday night... Let's go together?"

Hahaha!! Cool! And I was anticipating hotdogs - but there were none. But... never mind that.

Summary of the match: Spain won Serbia Montenegro. And they are damn tall la. And there weren't cheerleaders (those I saw dancing out of sync are not counted) and no stupid-looking mascots.

Oh well, I can't wait for my next date!!! :D

Teehee...

One of my buddies (I can't say who cos she is uncomfortable with this respect), has begun and started (for the first time!) dating, and I am truly so happy for her. She deserves in every way to play in the game of dating. The anticipation of the next date, the incessant checking of your handphone (thinking he might message or call), the looking forward of the next outing to just see him, and during the date, a special kinda feeling. Haha.. As I look on whatever she's going through, I'm reminded of what JX and I had gone through. It was nice reminiscing, those dating days. :)

You know, my dear friend, it doesn't really matter if nothing comes out of this dating. Enjoy it for now! At least you're in the field of game. Once you've opened up for it, the next one will come soon enough. If you have no expectations, you won't be disappointed. So take it easy on yourself ya?

If it doesn't turn out good, and you feel lousy, you know who you can look for. :)

As I read today's newspapers on Jacintha's commentation on the contestants' performance, I sniggered. It's unanimous - everyone thinks that she can't judge a performance. And yah, she can't construct proper sentences. And hell, I thought that she was on drugs. You can even see her (slow) thinking as she hesitates in between words.

Move on quickly to Ken please.

And why the heck are Jasmine and Joakim are still in the contest? Don't deny they're rather good-looking la. But I hope that those little girls and boys (who are the only ones unrelated to them and are still voting anyways) can stop their little fingers sending votes through their handphones and concentrate on their singing. Like, up your volume if your tv's volume is faulty. Jay, though I don't really like him, can sing waaaaay much better than Jasmine and Joakim. But he's ousted already.

I mean, come on, Spice Girls' Wannabe??? I was cringing the whole song through - and I know I'm not the only one. Someone should tell them what not to sing.

Okay, I don't deny that I was ever once the teeny bopster thinking that Spice Girls and Backstreet Boys are (actually) cool. *sheepish* But seriously, I know it's hilarious that a person tries to sing a 5-people song, trying to cover all 5 voices as they lapse? Singing for fun and trying to make someone laugh is different from a contest, for heaven's sake.

But again, I watch Singapore Idol for this very reason as well. To see, how these people who know that they don't have the singing capabilities as compared to the rest, try their best to smoke their way through.

Don't they know if they win, they're going to be put against the rest of the idols from overseas at World Idol are something? (Pointless la, seriously. How do you even compare with the big countries - where their entire population can just vote once and they'll be like leading by million or billions. So in the end, only America and China will be at Finals.)

How pointless is my blog?

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Just met Kay & Ass yesterday. So happy to just be around them... And!!! Feel damn happy and excited for Kay la. Awww... :)

Don’t you just want to laugh, when looking at the video of this year’s Singapore National Day song? Because I do. Especially when the video is muted (and on repeat mode) while you’re traveling on the NEL train. I wanted to laugh, because the singer looks like she’s laughing the song through. That’s if you mute the song. She looks like a looney. She looks like she’s laughing crazily at something cos she’s too smiley – grinny, in fact – and her shoulders hitched at every single second. That might be an expression of immense feelings while she belts out the National Day song and hitting those high notes; but you see, it’s muted. That’s why it looks darn stupid la. I kept looking at her scrawny shoulders hitching like she’s laughing – which isn’t really difficult cos she’s in a tube even though she varies her dressing, and that her face isn’t really that pretty to divert my eyes from her up-and-down shoulders. Gimme Tanya Chua anytime. At least she doesn’t look like the tube hanging on her will fall off her chest if she gestulates too much.

I find it hilarious that she gestures like she is Mariah Carey while singing. Haw haw…

And what’s her name anyway? Someone told me but I forgot. But again, I’m not that interested. Hm, but I just realized, that I’ve a blog on her already. HA HA!

I don’t know – if I should feel angry or find the matter amusing. I was actually molested by my cousin. My cousin who is… 4-5 years old boy. He is a very cute cheeky boy. And looking at him while he did his cheeky things, we know that he knew it wasn’t right. But prolly knowing that he’s a kid, he could get away with it?

I mean, he definitely has to know that it was wrong, right? When he smiled cheekily after placing his little hand on my left boob and asked, “Why is there a ball here?”…? And I almost thought that he found it amusing that we got all worked up by his action. We all laughed then, but seriously, I’m beginning to feel disturbed by his behaviour. Cos he tried to molest me more than twice.

First time, I laughed at his naivety after brushing his hand and the matter off.

Second time, I was shocked when he tried to be cheeky with my nether regions.

Third time, I sternly told him not to. But I doubt that it goes into his head???

Man, how to teach kids? Seriously, how do you teach kids to not cross certain boundaries, when they know no limits?