If you were born in the 70s, 80s ...

I read this and agreed with all of the points below. Except I think this little stroll down memory lane will be limited to people who grew up in Singapore. Anyway, enjoy this. Enjoy the walk or if you understand nothing, hopefully this will give you some insight into the Singaporean mind.

1. You grew up watching He-man, MASK,Transformers, Silver Hawk and Mickey Mouse. Not to forget, Ninja turtles, My Little Pony and Smurfs too.

2. You grew up brushing your teeth with a mug in Primary school during recess time. You will squatby a drain with all your classmates beside you,and brush your teeth with a coloured mug. The teachers said you must brush each side 10 times too.

3. You know what SBC stands for.

4. You pay 40 cents for Chocolate or Strawberry MILK every week in class.

5. You watch a very popular Malay dubbed Japanese drama on RTM1 about schoolgirls who possess powerful skills in volleyball called Meoro Attack.

6. You find your friends with pagers and handphones cool in Secondary school.

7. SBS buses used to be non-air conditioned. The bus seats are made of wood and the cushion is red. The big red bell gives a loud BEEP! when pressed. There are colourful tickets for TIBS buses. The conductor will check for tickets by using a tool which punches a hole in the ticket.

8. Envelopes given to us to donate to SharityElephant every Children's Day.

9. You've probably read Young Generation magazine. You know who's Vinny the little vampire and Acaithe constable.

10. You were there when they first introduced MRT here. You went for the first ride with your parents and you would kneel on the seat to see the scenery.

11. Movie tickets used to cost only $3.50.

12. Gals are fascinated by Strawberry Short Cakeand Barbie Dolls.

13. Class monitors and prefects loved to say "Youtalk some more, I write your name ah!"

14. You longed to buy titbits called Kaka (20cents per pack), and Ding Dang (50 cents per box),that had a toy in it and it changes every week not forgetting the15 cents animal crackers and the ring pop, where the lollipop is the diamond on the ring.

15. You watched TV2 (also known as Channel 10)cartoons because Channel 5 never had enough cartoons for you.

16. Hardy Boys, Nancy Drew, The Three Investigators, Famous Five and Secret Seven are probably the thickest story books you ever thought you have read. Even Sweet Valley High and Mallory Towers.

17. KFC used to be a high class restaurant that serve food in plates and let you use metal forks and knives.

18. The most vulgar thing you said was asshole andidiot and THE MOST EXTREME WAS 'super white'...youjust couldn't bring yourself to say the hokkien relative.

19. Catching was the IN thing and ‘twist’ as the magic word.

20. Your English workbooks was made of some damnpoor quality paper that was smooth and yellow.

21. CDIS were your best friend.

22. Your friends considered you lucky and rich if your parents gave you $3 or more for pocket money everyday.

23. Waterbottles were slinged around your neck and a must everywhere you go.

24. Boys loved to play soccer with small plasticballs in the basketball court.

25. Teng-teng, five stones, chapteh, hentam bola and zero point were all the rage with the girls and boys too...

26. Science was fun with the balsam and the angsana being the most important plants of our lives, guppies and swordtail being the most important fish.

27. Who can forget Ahmad, Bala, Sumei and John, eternalized in our minds from the textbooks. Even Mr Wollie & Mr. Yakki. What abt Miss Lala??? And Zaki and Tini in Malay Textbooks?

28. We carry out experiments of our own to getourself badges for being a Young Zoologist /Botanist / Astronomer… etc.

29. Every Children's day and National day you either get pins or pens with 'Happy Children's Day1987' or dumb files with 'Happy National Day 1988'.

30. In Primary six you had to play buddy for theyounger kids like big sister and brother.

31. We wear BM2000, BATA, or Pallas shoes.

32. Your form teacher taught you Maths, Science and English.

33. The worksheets were made of brown rough paperof poor quality.

34. You see Wee Kim Wee's face in the school hall.

35. Collecting and battling erasers was a pastime for boys.

Hope you enjoyed it as much as me!

Civilization comes to Adelaide

It's been a bloody while.

Nothing is more fun than sitting in the cold university library attempting to do work.

The weather has been changing.

Warm, cold, warm, cold.

Anyway, I have been MIA cos I have moved.I have also changed my mobile and address. Address, duh. Email me if u want either or both.

Away from being woken up at 7am on a Sunday morning by spawn of neighbour whom dwells in the garage which suffers from lack of noise insulation.
Away from dumb landlord whom enters our house at 8am on a Saturday morning cos no one answered the door. Tenency law, anyone?
Away from smoke. I had a smoking party at the old place before we moved. Let's say, fog. Peoples' eyes were starting to sting.

Yes, but I was actually speaking about civilzation.

*drum roll*

Starbucks and Ikea has come to town.

Joy to Adelaide!

Civilzation has come.

Ikea, Sweden's possibly only useful export. Discounting Swedish Massages, Swedish women (All tall, blonde, blue eyed and boobs that resemble my pile of undone assignments, huge and overflowing.) Thank you Hollywood for making the stereotype possible. If you watch any american teen movie, the hot horny half naked exchange student, would probably be Swedish. Or Norwegien. Haha, one for you Milla. Anyway, Ikea has come, not the Swedish woman, or student or Norwegien one.

God bless the the key that Ikea provides. The axle key? Is that what it is called. I imagine Sweden as a place where the country could be taken apart by one. Instead of bombs, send in troops, arms full of axle keys. And then take the place apart. However, once the war is over, putting Sweden back together, there is no promise all the pieces would be included in the package. And if you send for the missing piece, it probably won't fit anyway.

But what would fit, would be a Starbucks. However, it is in Norlunga. I was told it was ghetto area. That was told to me by some South Australians, so it isn't a personal opinion. Norlunga seemed... warm to me when I was there.I however, have not taken the plunge or drive to Starbucks yet. And there is one opening in the city, so I'll wait for that. Then soon enough, Adelaide will be crawling with Starbucks, then I shall be happy. We all know how Starbucks is. Unless there's one every 200 yards to remind you that they still exist, they arn't happy.

I know its American commericalism. I know it's safe options. But sometimes, you just want something familiar. And, honestly, all the coffee in Adelaide tastes as if it was strained from the River Torrens. Umm, it sort of resembles the Singapore River from the 1970s-1980s. NOT pretty.

Yes yes. I have babbled. Now, onwards to useful stuff.

Maple Story. Yes, I have entered the craze.

Oh did I mention?

Join my new religion.

Meet the new Rat God.

I got a boy rat and 3 weeks later, by some miricle, he gave birth. To 11 kittens.

Trivia Fact: Baby rats are called kittens, females does and males bucks.

Immaculate conception. Miricle conception. Wondrous birth.

So, get down on your knees and beg for mercy.

A new power has arrived and is here to stay.

Praise be to Yuki. Whom is male yet carried many young who will carry on your fine name and rule the world with an iron fist.

Or paw.

Praise to Lord Yuki.

Convert now to the new rat religion.

Repent now SINNERS!

*muah hahahahhahaha*

PS: This is what happens when you do not look at the internet for 3 weeks, the mind turns soft ie c-r-a-z-y

Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman's Scorn

Watch out people.

I am at my edge now. School is shit, the living conditions are VERY SHIT.

Some one is gonna pay and you better pray its not you.

Be on tippy toes now.

Everyone.

I think the neighbour will probably get it, due to his behaviour.

We all judge based on past experiences.

I'm being judgmental, but there's no way I'm gonna be Little Miss Nice.

Fuck no...

So, as mentioned, I am offically pissed off.

You have been warned.

Poison People

Bunnies.

I just watched this again and the damn tune is in my head.

I'm having a little rant here.

I HATE people whom try and bring me down.

Everyone has problems. No matter if they seem to or not. People handle problems differently. Like, for example, naggy parents. Some people can just grin and bare it. Yet some, react strongly, with perhaps anger. Others smile and hide the damage deep inside, letting it eat away, causing deep scars. Others, ignore them and move out.

One problem, four different solutions.

I do not lead the perfect life. No one really does. They may seem to but no one does.

Despite the smiles, I do have problems like everyone else.

I have issues with my body. I hate university and the course I am doing. I hate having almost no money. I had depending on my friends to eat (at the moment, MOTHER SEND MONEY (",) ) I had depending on people, full stop. I hate hating my friends.

Friends are people who should pick you up, support you and love you. Teasing from friends is great. I give and take. Listening to friends, actually listening, catching hints anout their lives, is what friends should be doing.

Friends should not bring you down. Friends do not insult you non-stop. Friends know your weak points and shouldn't constantly jab you there. And while doing that rub salt and pee in your wound. Friends respect friends and their opinions, no matter how much they disagree.

I know its a rant. I love my friends, but where does it get to the point where they hurt you so much that you have to cut them off?

I talk, I reason. If people don't want to listen, I cannot do anything. Except walk.

I am sick of feeling constantly hurt and stupid. I have a hard enough time with everything, I don't need anyone stepping on my head.

I am this close to walking.

So, if I do, don't say you were not warned. I have already spoken to people, but am ignored.

Walk, Fern, Walk.

I really don't need poison in my life.

Always look on the bright side of life...

Life is starting to look up now!

Really looking up!

I'm actually doing a topic I love. I'm doing philosophy. The individual and society. It's so full of jargon that it boggles my mind. But, I love every minute of it.

Sadly, my favorite lecture today was kinda spolit.

Some asshole ran into my car... AGAIN.

I know, I know.

But I am now realising the fun of webcams.

I had the most awesome chat with Eddy. I swear we laughed for hours on end.

Mostly, conversation centred round my GREAT manhood.

I really have not much to say...

Sorry again for the halt in photos.

Jerms, Hongie, Yip, Erica, Su, Eddy, Robertson, and the rest of you bloody people who said you wanna come down here. Come for me!

I can't promise coffee, although I can promise cigs. I can drive and for you I'll even follow the traffic laws (jOKE!). I will feed you but not dress you. And if anyone asks real nice, I'll show my GREAT MANHOOOOOOOD.

Those coming from overseas can buy cigs for me, if they dont smoke of course. Then, its alcohol.

By the way, I think I owe Eddy money. But he owes me bubble tea.

But, *giggle* I think what he ummm flashed me that night was well worth more than any bubble tea.

Nice one Eddy :)

I like... *purrrrr*

So people, come come come!

I have a spare room. Only warning is that the walls are a bit thin. So if you do have sex, please remember the whole house can hear ya. But if you want sex with me, my room is nice and quiet.

Hahahahaha.

So Erica, how bout it? *wink*

Of men, frozen bananas and keys...

I am currently bumming at home now. The term has started and I am glad it has.

Firstly, it means I am here and not there.

Secondly, I get my own car here.

And thirdly, NOBODY questions where I go or whom I was with.

WARNING:

DO NOT ASK FERN WHERE SHE HAS BEEN

I think Andrew learnt that the hard way.

I have been sick as well. God knows what I have.

I think Im annoyed by neighbours.

Neighbours who steal your backdoor key and then try to let yr friends into YOUR house.

Yes. The same neighbour I spoke about earlier. I think he lost his job or something cos he has been home for 3 weeks and his kids are over, like what it seems, all the bloody time. Well, he has finally pushed some butttons he shouldnt.

I have been nothing but nice, yet he now hides behind doors to avoid me. Well, he's been acting like a child. He uses the washing machine in the back of our house (as in Milla and me) but he has the back door key. But if we leave the key in the back, he cant get in. And even if he does, he never locks it again. So its not safe. I dont feel safe.

And when he knocked on the front door to ask me to take the key out, I was okay with it. I was sick but hey, I don't take my problems out on other people. Or I try not too.

And when he left, the back door was wide open and the key gone. Its attached to the door handle with string AND a rubber band. It ain't dropping off.

Im just pissed off.

But, what is pissing me off the most is that I realised I might be the idiot woman to give up everything for a man.

I shall not be that person!

Im off on a tangent but men have been pissing me off.

Especially bastards who like frozen bananas, garages and Tour De Europes'.

A Sonnet to Share

The heart once broken is a heart no more,
And is absolved from all a heart must be;
All that it signed or chartered heretofore
Is cancelled now,
the bankrupt heart is free;
So much of duty as you may require
Of shards and dust,
this and no more of pain,
This and no more of hope, remorse, desire,
The heart once broken need support again.
How simple 'tis, and what a little sound
It makes in breaking, let the world attest:
It struggles, and it fails; the world goes round,
And the moon follows it.
Heart in my breast,'
Tis half a year now since you broke in two;
The world's forgotten well; if the world knew.

-Edna St Vincent Millay

I just thought this set the mood better. I have been dreaming a bit about the past. Despite the lack of sleep, I still can dream. And oh so vividly.

I'm scared to fall asleep right now. But I know I have to try.

Finally!

I have finally gotten a new laptop. My old one, as mentioned or whined about earlier, was dying. Father and mother are taking over it. My heart is glad.

Yet, what I have now, a HP nx 6120, does not have the same feel as my own one.

Even as I use this one now, I miss my old white baby.

I do not like this one, it looks normal and somehow, hasn't managed to sqeeze its way into my heart.

I should not go on.

I am leaving for Adelaide on Friday.

What is it about not being sure where you want to be?

It's late. And my head hurts.

The winter olympics has been keeping me up with its strange unexplainable gay-like sports. The werid outfits and why must everything be skintight?

Also, as a side note, you know how all the participants are sponsered by Nike, Adidas and the such?

However, all of them, if they have eyewear, wear Oakleys.

All different shades, cuts and lenses, they are there.

A notable one is of the Dutch woman skater, who wears a striking yellow and blue pair.

Yes. I am tired.

Finally, sleep...

And She Was Gone...

"And She Was Gone"By Ginger Foutley

She chose to walk alone

Though others wondered why

Refused to look before her,

Kept eyes cast upwards,

Towards the sky.

She didn't have companions

No need for earthly things.

Only wanted freedom,

From what she felt were

Puppet strings.

She longed to be a bird. That she might fly away.

She pitied every blade of grass

For planted they would stay.

She longed to be a flame,

That brightly danced alone.

Felt jealous of the steam

That made the air its only home.

Some say she wished too hard.

Some say she wished too long.

But we awoke one autumn day

To find that she was gone.

Some say she wished too hard.

Some say she wished too long.

But we awoke one autumn day

To find that she was gone.

The trees, they say stood witness.

The sky refused to tell.

But someone who had seen it said

The story played out well.

She spread her arms out wide.

Breathed in the break of dawn.

She just let go of all she held...

And then she was gone.

Happy Lunar New Year!

Hey all! Been ages since I wrote stuff, cause it's CHINESE NEW YEAR! Or Lunar new year, so as not to sound too racist.

Gong xi, gong xi!

So what exactly is so great about it?


The bak kwa, pineapple tarts, Aunty Betty's chocolate cookies and the hong baos! The bad part is the relatives. I was forced to listen to a young cousin play the piano. *groan* And another one bitching bout failing his driving test. And a whole bunch nudging me and asking if I had a boyfriend. Even when I told the truth, NO, it was "it's ok, tell auntie the truth, I promise I won't tell your mother."

Eugene and me have been chilling out a lot recently, smoking shisha, coffeeing and such. I can't believe how much I actually missed him when I was in Adelaide and he was here. In singapore. Yes, Eug, I am talking bout you.

Don't ask me about my obsession with flowers, by the way Phil, any photos you like, just use it on your website. I don't mind. :)

And, just showing off...

I had DURIANS! Loads and loads of them! *breathes hard*

If I still have your attention, please please please do me a favor. Send me a nice fat hong bao. I need it more than you will ever know. The old laptop is dying, aptly named Old Poo. Cos it's white (use your imagination) and now the name is even more accurate cos it's old and on the edge of death. The internal bits are rotting.

I need a new laptop, suggestions? Anyone? On what to get?

Lastly, Happy New Year!

PS Eugene, ibook, I know... My father ah, he no like.