Friday, January 30, 2004

Yabbering. Too much of it.

My cousin from Australia is here at my place!
He'll be staying for a week.
Haven't seen him in yonks but he still looks the same as ever.

How the years have passed but age takes no toll on him. Except to cloud him with responsibilities. Maybe "cloud" is a word too negative.
To be clearer. He doesn't have problems, just that i view adult responsibilities as THE thing i'm most horrified about.

And they are approaching...

Have been planning a little for the future in terms of education and to which job it can lead me to.
I must say i'm happy with what i see.

But i do know that in the coming years, i have much to accomplish.

Firstly, i am planning for my Honours. Not every Tom, Dick and Harry is able to get a good Honours degree.
When i look inside myself, i realize that i do feel like any run-of-the-mill kind of achiever. Or rather, just an average kind of student with no special talent or brains.

If i were to say anything about talent, i'd say i'm a Jack of All Trades, Master of None.
Ever since i was a kid, i was about average at most things.

Could do some sports well enough, could make some music and did average [where, average=(good performance+bad performance)/2] academically in school.
None outshined the other.
Been entrusted with responsibilities as a leader in school as well.

Not quite sure if you'd call that a well rounder. A well rounder, to me, would be someone who EXCELS in whatever arena he or she gets involved in.
Not mediocal.
Like me.

Therefore looking at my future, i'm going to have to -work really, really HARD- to reach my goals.
That is like one of the most dumb/cliche things to say, yet it is the simple truth, that is to be applied in reaching goals.
Unless your goal...
Enough implied.

I have 3 things in mind for the future. To be a:
1. Police
2. Teacher
3. Psychologist
(not in exact order)
in my years to come.

May add or subtract along the way.

I went to SIM on wednesday to collect my study materials

Stepped into unfamiliar grounds.
Plonked with TWO FULL BAGS of VCDS, CDS and BOOKS.

(I gushed to the lady: It's a bit overwhelming...
And she smiled at me)

Ok, so i stuffed what i could into my haversack and carried the rest in hand.

When i got out, it was POURING Mammoths and Dinosaurs.

So there i was, all ALONE. With no gallant knight or a kind aunty to help.
No one to even point at and laugh at me.

Strapped to my back was a sack of books, and my hands were full with more.
I felt like a CAMEL!!!
A Bloomin' CAMEL!

I almost couldn't carry my stuff and hold my brolly all at once.

The next time i collect my stuff, i'm either going to be driving OR, i'll RENT a lorry and the lorry uncle.

WAlking to the bus stop was gruelling and sweat was streaming down my face. Am suprised nobody got hastily off to leave me the entire stretch of chair.

It didn't help that i slipped and almost fell!

But thank God that after my bus ride, that heavy downpour gave way! And i could do without the brolly.

After the whole episode,looking back in retrospect, i realize that though after complaining, a little challenge and difficulty makes life less dreary.

But in bigger and less trivial matters like the above, i think we should just cease complaining sometimes and simply soak in the challenge and enjoy it.
Such experiences makes things less timetable-like and easy flowing.
Serves to give us pampered beings a kick in the arses.

Got back and proceeded to do heavy duty wrapping of books.

You know how it is like during primary school days when momma sits down and starts to wrap all your books nicely before school begins.

I remember once my mom found, i think, a sticker book inside my bag and was bloomin' angry with me.
Similarly, bringing toys to school was like a sin unless it was after the year end examination.

So, i laid out my stuff on the floor and realized that i'm going to have to read all this, and that my future so relies on the coming years.
Where i really have to DO EXTREMELY WELL in school and every grade i get must reflect on an Honours potential.
And i could feel fear beginning to rise in me.
But then.

I thought of God.

Suddenly, I felt and KNEW that i wasn't alone at all.
I have God with me and he's my helper in all that i do.
And i felt at peace.
Then, the whole pile of books didn't look so daunting anymore.
Because i know that I'm never going to be alone and God is my ally for ever and ever!

And those books were for only TWO modules. Ok, but i'll let it give and say that these 2 modules will be taking me through the whole year.

Tuesday, January 27, 2004

Innocent Cravings II

A brilliant work of art.
He is.

Crafted into a physical manifestion of perfection, grace and beauty.

Looking at it, I promise...

He looks like the personification of a REAL mystical creature from Middle Earth.
A visiting being from another world, moulded into a human unknowingly but still retains some of his unworldly aura.
Incomplete transformation perhaps.

Too much Lord of the Rings?
Maybe it gave me the idea from the start.
From there, it blossoms.

His birthday's this wednesday.


I don't intend to airmail him chemical laden roses which will knock him out long enough for me to fly over and carry him off fireman style.

Or i can always go to a fan site, but i never believe in those things.
I refuse to scream along and type out carnal utterances.

It sucks to know that there are thousands of other girls longing to grab him too!
On the other hand, it feels nice to know that you are one of them who can't get much closer without insider help.

But of course, this's not as bad as having girls flirting with a supposed boyfriend.

He is but a distant figure.

Who lives in New York...

He's not straight? *O_O*

Who did he act as? If you mean as Superman, It's not him...!
Yes, both actors have the same disarming eyes and angular faces but they're not the same nor related.
Legolas and Orlando Bloom... Gosh, they're the same yet i can't superimpose them.
As for Archery, i've always wanted to do it and Legolas had no part to play in influencing my decision.
Yes, Frodo he is and yes...He's young.
23 this year.

Monday, January 26, 2004

Innocent Cravings

Comparing self to the large masses of "other" females, one and i say! I have differing tastes when it comes to males.

Eg. Lord of the Rings.
Others: "Orlando Bloom! Or Viggo! *i want to bear your children!*
Me: That's it. Elijah Wood rocks my world!

Others: Sean Connery!
Me: Tommy Lee Jones!

Others: Tom Cruise!
Me: Nicholas Cage!

Considering keeping a photo of Mr Wood to bring around with me wherever i go.

But then.
With Jo, there's always a "But then".

Chasing after dreams and fantasies about your favourite star is useless and will forever be so.

He or she lives miles and miles away and doesn't know you exist.
Liking Mr Wood isn't going to help me in anything except waste my emotional strength.

Fabricating the scene when suddenly one day, you find his email address and get into a relationship is utter nonsense.

It's so strange.
I really like Mr Wood.
There's something about him that's so alluring. Why?
He seems to radiate this vibe that says: I'll respect you. I'll treat you right. I go by the rules, and don't drink or do drugs. I'm straight, i'm down to Earth. I'm honest and really really nice. You'll see. I don't play around.
And all things nice.

He possesses this amazing face.
Lily fair, with angular and sharp cuts.
That pair of remarkably large, childlike, blue innocent peepers.
No doubt his mouth is kinda small and his jaw is so square that you could talk math equations with it, it only serves to further bless him with boyish looks.

Very Hobbitlike. I Like.

Actually, come to think of it. HE'S the one who looks very Elfish.
As in, the short kind of elf that Enid Blyton write about. Do i remember that correctly?

Because it is nothing but pure stupidity, wishful-wistful thinking and futility to chase after dreams of Mr Wood, i'm hoping i'll get over it asap.

I'm getting over Keanu!

I'll let all of it just be that. Innocent Cravings.

Yo Woman! Haha, glad you hit the refresh button dudette. Well, you haven't been updating too haven't you? Hope u didn't get sabohed with all that make-up...
Oh man... I would've LOVED to be an Elf extra. Wahahaa.. And act or run alongside Mr Wood? (Or Orlando Bloom as the Elf for other people.) Absholutely Priceless.
I'm planning my next archery day with my JC mates. Woot!

Till Then.
*hops into bed*

Wednesday, January 21, 2004

He must've been tapping in.

I didn't tell God i needed it though i was facing a dilemma (desktop or laptop). Apparently, he's been tuning in to the vibes i'm unconsciously sending.

I'm almost going to be provided with a half year old Compaq laptop!
I'm not quite surefooted when it comes to computers but i think this one comes from an accountacy firm (long story) so it must have some good stuff left in it. It's only half a year old so it should have a bit of the latest kinda specs.

Thank God!

Ah yes.

I've FINALLY gone and done my basic theory evaluation test and passed it. (was chanting a short prayer throughout the whole episode. Thank God.) So, that leaves my TP Basic Theory.
Although everyone says it's chicken poop, i'm quite liable to fail it because i can be careless. Plus, not allowed more than... 4 mistakes? Methinks.

I don't understand how i could leave this out.

Went to have an archery session last thursday with dad.

First, i must say that i said a prayer to God to ask him to help me make my dad's money worth the trip and asked that i won't be a real pathetic archer and just pai seh myself.

**You know, talking and asking God even about such small, silly sounding things in life can actually add up to be quite a big faith booster.
For one, it sure keeps the communication link between the both of us going and thus the faith and relationship.**

To put it simply.

I beat my dad twice, and drew even once, when we had a small challenge.


And i suprised myself with the shots i made that were quite a distance away!
Even the guy who owns the place said: GOOD SHOT!

So i'm wondering.
(But Thank GOD i did my dad's money some good after all.)
Am i actually good, OR
are all people generally actually not bad and have some natural instinct for it.

Because you see, that was my FIRST time in my life that i've ever touched a bow and arrow and shot good stuff on my first try ever.

Let me just say... I'm already dreaming BIG dreams.
Singapore... Watch out for Joline Lim.
*note to self: write about dreams

You are blessed with FAERY wings. Beauty,
laughter, life, magic...that's what you are all
about. You are refreshingly innocent and happy
with your life of purity and play. Life's a
game and it's a good one. In your eyes there's
no way to lose! You can be very mischeivous and
have been known to cause trouble, but it's all
in the name of fun and not meant to really harm
anyone. You like to play tricks on people who
aren't quite as bright or clever as you - which
is almost everyone. Nature is the setting you
prefer to be in - Always. Barefoot and wild you
can't be tamed. You're probably a restless
spirit who loves to travel, and quite a
dreamer. Your creativity is astounding and your
art (of whatever media - from writing to
painting to drama) is like something from
another world - ethereal and often very
fantasy-oriented. You can either be a social
butterfly or a loner with their head in the
clouds - but rarely inbetween. You stubbornly
refuse to accept responsibility or to give in
to the wishes of others - unless you feel like
it. You have a strong passion for music and
can't imagine life without it. You'll grow up
someday, but you'll always be a child at heart.
You are adventurous and love to take risks, and
feel a deep connection with the weather,
plants, and animals. You prefer sunshine to
thunder or snow, the warmth of summer to
autumn's chill, and quiet forests to suburban
backyards. Magic through and through, you are
far more powerful than you seem, and are
capable of being extremely passionate. Though
you can be childish, naive, stubborn, and self-
absorbed, one thing is certain - life with you
will never be boring!

*~*~*Claim Your Wings - Pics and Long Answers*~*~*
brought to you by Quizilla

Oh, i agree with this one.

I love Archery.
It was SUCH a coincidence that on the sunday of the same week i went, the newspaper published an article on it.
I'm going to take it as a hint to my big break!

Till Then.
*sniffs the glorious aroma of mom's roasted meat fresh from the oven*

Sunday, January 18, 2004


Been in the kitchen making cookies with momma and aunty gina since i got up this morning.

It ain't no joke.

My mom, more than twice my age has incredible energy.
It puts me to shame.

She makes great pineapple tarts. The pastry is crumbly and has a tinge of the taste of milk. It is simply divine, as it melts in your mouth once you pop one in.

If there was a way technology could allow us to put our hands through the screen to reach in and grab something, i'd gladly stick up a link to a photo of her tarts.

Lately, have been having issues with paternal.

Uhm, it's late. Gotta go lest me headache makes a comeback i hardly desire.

Saturday, January 17, 2004

Long Story about God and Mee Soto, and God.

Digestive tract has gone gabonkers recently which disallowed me to eat some certain yummies.
Esp. Mee Soto from Serangoon Gardens Food Centre.
There's this stall located there that sells my family's FAVOURITE mee soto.
To us, it's absolutely UNbeatable. Packs a huge punch when you put them chilli.
A little goes a long way, now don't you forget that.

The stall was originally located at Teman Serasi but well, relocation came because... well. You don't SEE Teman Serasi anymore now, do you?

Our saturday ritual was to head on down to our "drug stall" for our weekly dose. But crummafud... It was CLOSED!

Now, i tell you, i was horrified.
REALLY, horrified.

*And the world stood still. The air around every living and non-living fibre quivered as Joline shrieked her way to one of her periodical bursts of insanity*

*withdrawal symptoms follows*

And so, and so. We just settled for the other stall's Mee Soto.

Now the odd thing was that this stall's mee soto tasted curiously similar to our drug! But it was way milder. Putting it bluntly, there was no spice, no kick, no heat, no sweat. But, the taste we liked was still there!

My dad and i aren't exactly suppose to eat our spicy drug because we are both unwell with sicknesses that should, by right bar us from spicy food.

The interesting thing was, after we had finished all our food, our favourite stall's uncle came to open his shop!


Ok, so Joline couldn't take it and went to candidly ask the uncle why he opened late and if it was going to be a weekly thing from then on.

ANd he replied: No, only today i open late.

You know, it was as if God was telling us (my dad and i):

"Yo guys. *shakes head* You know you're sick and you're still going against your bodies' cry. I'd love to give you your weekly drug but I KNOW THAT IF I DID, YOU'D PAY DEARLY. So i decided to give you... well... something like it but without the spicy kick. They taste similar, trust me."

Kinda odd.
How the stall uncle just told me, "no, only today"
As if, something just happened nicely to cause his delay.

Ho Alwyn!
congratulations on your admission! Woot! Fantabulous news i say.
Only the Hittite Civilization? Hm... thought there was another one because my pastor did mention some...
Sigh, ok. I suppose i was just too chicken to even smile at Aunty Ros. There was once i almost left her a note concerning school but backed off in the end.

In the evening, my dad and i was to go to church. The problem was, i was afraid that through service, i'd feel sick and would have to visit the little room multiple times.
Earlier in the day, i DID have to visit the little room every like, 45 minutes.
So that kinda worried me.

But this song just came into my head about how we will worship God with "all our mind, soul and strength".

So, made up mind to go for service.
Prayed a little prayer to God to keep body in check throughout the 2 hour service.

Lo and behold.
Was fine throughout with no hint of discomfort!
Plus, was fine for MORE than 2 hours.
Thank God!

Praise Him even in the little things...

Till Then.
*zonks off*

Sunday, January 11, 2004


Ok, even i agree i get a little annoyed when i spot the same words on my blog when i log on online.

It's getting stale as i've missed a whole week and a bit, of blogging.

I attribute the no-blog thing to me being occupied with something throughout the week, PLUS my PC in my room has finally kaputed for all eternity.

As my dad puts it,"You can now officially play the 'Last Post' for your computer..."

I know this comes really really late and is not needed, but, blah blee blah...

HAPPEE NOO YA to all you wonderful peeps. I Love You.
*swigs a bottle of root beer, holds it aloft and smiles insanely as i look around*

I love Tay Yek Keak's newspaper articles. He sounds very a matter-of-fact as he puts down his cynical thoughts dryly, poking at issues both serious and not so serious.
I can easily picture him talking to me in a deadpan tone but i'd be laughing away non-stop.

In fact, i am attracted to people who can crack me up into hysteria even when they say something in a manner which hardly suggests that they're jesting.
The content may either be serious or funny.
Whichever way, when executed correctly, these people totally rockkkk...

Which's why i always say.
Sometimes it's not what is said, but rather HOW it is said, that makes something really laughable.

This's why some people just don't clique with me as they don't understand or may i say, don't "appreciate" other ways of seeing humour in other forms other than the spoken words.
So, i suppose they simply write me off as a loony, worthy to be dragged off screaming by the white coats to the loony bin.
Perhaps i have not earned the right to be in their sanctified presence.
I've seen it in their eyes...

I wanted to write so much but as i sit here, i can't remember much.

On Macdonalds's paper thingy on the tray, (not exact words):

" There're 60 hrs from friday to monday morning. And i'm enjoying every hour. I'm lovin' it."

"I love going for a dip in the pool with my best friend on a hot day. I'm lovin' it."

"I have sand between my toes and the wind in my hair. I'm lovin' it"

And as i squeeze out my chilli sauce onto the paper, i realize,
"I'm squeezing chilli sauce all over yo faces...(i.o.w, stupid adverts) I'm lovin' it."

Oh look. Time for bed.

Good night ya'll.
I can't wait for Fun-o-rama.

Till then.
*staggers off with root beer*