Tributes for 2006

Xue, the best there is, the paranoid best friend, the ever-there, the crybaby, the person who shares exact sentiments as me, stood up for me, braved through nonsense because of me, seen me rise and fall. I love you, Xue.

Phoebe, the little evil girl who wishes to be king, the I-thought-was-seldom-there-but-always-there friend, the one in the clique who took up the strangest jobs and one of my favourite people in my world.

Priscelia, the wise cracker, one who lights up any circumstance with her unfunny-yet-funny jokes, the slowest eater of the group who has momentary fires of aura (Pastamania?) surrounding her. For all the love and laughter, thank you.

Ingrid, the one who has not been sticky to us since the stickiness has been diverted elsewhere, the good daddy's girl, the one always missing in action of late, the one who loves Priscelia the most. All the advice and concern did me much cure. Thank you.
Dana, the sluttiest and bitchiest and craziest friend, the one who stood up for me, the camwhoress, the one I have yet to club with (I only get to bump into her at clubs), the light of the group, one who's always late, one who's always been here, one I'm always going to love.
June, my baby sister (if you haven't already known), the most self-achieved person I've known so far, gets irritating with her Zaki-daki ringtone, stash stealer, my occasional confidante, the closest kin I have, the brightest star in the sky. I love you, little one!

Cheryl Chong, someone I met and got to know better this year during the confrontation at the memorial landmark, bambi and skunk, a failed dating tryout, better friends now than ever, teaches me about scandals and affairs, writes darn well, taught me so much about strength because I saw so much of that in her, learnt so much from her about control and independence.

Julian, bad acquaintances to good friends, blog destruction and dissing to a lot of hanging out, the person with the loudest shrieks of "hehehehe", my best confidante, one that saw me through so much this year, advices and chides me if need be, always been there for me since a very long time. I've so much to be thankful and grateful toward you about, but I'm sure you already know that.

Melissa, mambo-ed my first mambo session with her (no, you don't have an ugly mouth), known her for a short while but she has given me advice and words of wisdom aplenty, crazy and wild, someone who's been through a lot, someone who's also taught me about strength.

And to all others I haven't specifically pointed out to thank or am unable to name out, thank you for all the strength you have been to me. You aren't forgotten. Gratitude should be showed and told but showing's always the better option.

2006 has been so hard and insufferable, the most difficult to tide through in fact. But love and friendship has kept me company throughout and I have overcome these ordeals. I'm proud of myself and my loved ones are proud of me too. So with this, I'm bidding farewell to this year, the no-regret 2006.

This year, you must get a new drop-dead-gorgeous girlfriend to settle down with or start keeping long hair to match the rest of us girls, ace the final year project, design desserts and share with the girls and treat us to more sushi buffets!




Happy 20th birthday, our dearest King Phoebe!


With so much love from me and the girls, happy birthday Phoebe!

Everybody hurts, but you hurt the most.

The race is ahead, where you're at. I've fallen behind, so it's goodbye. I just want to see you happy, now that I've already learning to let you go.

Uncle Francis and Uncle Michael offered me more red wine this year at the Goh's Christmas bash. Marion's mum surprised my family with fruit cakes and ham for Christmas. Melissa and Che were mistaken to be paired up as a couple. I took a shot at my virgin and pioneer (successful) attempt at mahjong. Four people watched movies and re-runs and squeezed to sleep on one bed. Che, Mel and I were laughing whilst Jul was busy shoving the three of us off the bed. Macdonalds before bed and Macdonalds when the sun rose. After all that, I missed home, so I'm home. This is where and when Christmas and company becomes endearing and unforgettable.

Let all the complications rest and settle with blissful ignorance because this new year, I seek solace and simplicity. God brought me to it, and he has brought me through it. I'm looking forward to 2007.

I really hate you. It was not difficult to make plans to drink and hang out, but it was the hardest thing on earth to spare ten minutes just so I could pass you your stuff, the cookies I baked for you and the present I got you. It was too much to ask of you, to be nice on Christmas. You're so selfish.

So I've thrown it all away. Don't tell me you love me anymore. I don't want to hear it.

So have yourself a darn Merry Christmas this year, Nique Chua, because you just drove me away.

The unconventional embarkment of 2006's Christmas began with an assortment of cookies. Our kitchen transitioned into a mini-bakery and a trusty shelter of solace. I've got to admit, this Christmas has deviated so much from the others I've ever celebrated. With Father Don Brosco doing a little solo jingle and carolling to 'Have a Merry Christmas', the festive celebration does seem uplifting.

So much has taken a turn for change, like how June found Zaki and lived happily ever after, how people like Jul and Xue moved on, how I managed to hold up to three jobs at a go just to prove a point, how I watch my dog's growing older by the day, how I've already reached my third and final year of the diploma and ultimately, how I'm ruled out as a swinging single again. I look in the eyes of the people I love and I see so much strength. It's in their strength that I found reasons to negotiate between the mind and the heart.

I've fount Christmas and its purest essence, in the heart of my home. So cheers, to determination, strength, love, hope, faith and 2007.

My hand hurts so fucking much.

But nevermind, bake bake bake!

Holland Village with Aunt Ros and Simon! They navigated us around holland village since it was their home's territory. The downpour was nasty. Aunt Ros introduced us to the cafe colleagues of hers and we were told tales of the cafe's hauntings.




Ikea Tampines with mum and sis! It was fabulous. Those two couldn't stop debating over various issues and topics. I bought myself a baby blue infant blanket and it's really warm and fuzzy to snuggle in.





Mambo gang! Although we ended up chilling at Phuture and the prata stall rather than mambo. Zouk was sardine-packed and there was obnoxious-smelling guys sweeping the entire arena.




Today was Hagefive's advanced Christmas celebration. Dana was late by five hours. She arrived when Pris, Ingrid and Phoebe had to take flight and depart. We took three sets of neoprints for the price of two, due to faulty machinery. Dana and I resumed retail therapy sessions and we bought ourselves a dress each!







I miss you, so much. Wish you were here today. Christmas can't seem to feel right without you.

I can't have you walking out on me time after time. You've already put a stop to it so let it rest. Give it all up and let it go. I will, so will you.

P/S, if you really need to know what I've been going through these days, add me as a friend go visit my livejournal (ONLY DIRECTED TO NIQUE) and you will clearly see how berserk I've grown to be, trying to cope without you being around. And think carefully and sensibly, if I have lived my couple of weeks without you perfectly. I'll tell you, it's far from that.

Right or wrong, right and wrong? The words do a manipulative pirouette around the corners of your mind, reverberating against the persuading cooing of your chest. You thought you were happy, yet a better life stages its play right before discovery, leaving you thinking that happiness was only what you had designed it to be. You decipher it as the self misconstrue which seemed so real when it took place, dramatic and changed. The impending sorrow drills into your veins and it becomes your alter ego.

Here and now, you're watching subtlety in its culminating settlement and you're stuck in an disabled bout of envy. The simplicity of reciprocation is the most beautiful experience you've cradled, once in my possession. You did a count but it appears as more than upteen. She embraces you with loving eyes and honeyed lips that she'll be standing there at the end of every possible encounter you'll tide through. You'll melt in the pleasure of saccharine fulfilment knowing that's never going to happen. Both, then, sucks in the marrow of sheer belief and abides by a shared goal until one decides to opt out, providing you with only specific reasons. You see it as excuses but she's literating the fact that she's just suffering from relationship jet lags. The two begins to never see things eye to eye. She stops putting you before her and you stop wanting her to feel happy without you.

You ponder with a clear state of mind and question yourself if it's still love. God knows you've tried to let her retrieve felicity, even at the cost of being without you, as she had chosen. Since forever, you saw her at the end of every smooth and rough aisle, inviting you into her arms and welcoming you home, with her. You envisioned the future 50 years loving just one person and being returned with love by that same one person. 'She' is the love of all my lifetimes, and 'you' is the me who's confused.

It's the trickiest and toughest thing I've yet to accomplish, but you will have it granted, only if you say the words.

I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
Oh God it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever
Feels like home
Sitting all alone inside your head

How do you feel, that is the question
But I forget, you don't expect an easy answer
When something like a soul becomes initialized

And folded up like paper dolls and little notes
You can't expect a bit of hope
So while you're outside looking in
Describing what you see
Remember what you're staring at is me

How much is real, so much to question
An Epidemic of the mannequins
Contaminating everything
We thought came from the heart
It never did right from the start
Just listen to the noises
No more sad voices
Before you tell yourself
It's just a different scene
Remember its just different from what you've seen

Goodnight.

Nasi briyani cravings have finally been satisfied. I've been swerving attempts to divert my hunger pangs to butter sunflower seeds.

This is a reminder to myself that I must not gain any extra pounds before Christmas.

The dearest is wheezing and snoring in a pausal rhythm. I'm just anticipating the moment when the sound of it gets to its optimum, and I'll record it.

Fuck, the phone just gave me away. BUT I GOT A SOUND CLIP OF HER SNORING! SO CUTE! I BET SHE'S GOING TO SWEAR AND CURSE AT ME IF SHE FINDS OUT I RECORDED HER SNORING!

Aunt Ros surprised me with Lifesavers Butter Rum candies! They're actually pretty addictive. Yummy yummy I got love in my tummy and I can't stop loving you!

Yesterday was family outing day. Yes, Daddy(Nique) and Mummy(myself) and Baby(the pooch). I brought the dearest to the marketplace nearby to try the yam basket with chicken and she couldn't get her hands off it! She barely touched the cereal squid and kept feeding the fried cereal to Baby. At this time of the night, I'm craving for yam basket with chicken.

We ran out of papers to mark and students to invigilate today so boss decided that the teaching assistants themselves should be put to the test, by taking a paper and challenging one another. And, there's work tomorrow again!

Christmas is inching closer, day by day. So much to gush about but... all in good time!

So web production has begun. This and next month's entire schedule list has been mapped out and the process is hyping me up. This blog is unbecoming of, transitioning into a personal final year project journal.

Je suis votre femme.

TO ALL NURSES AND NURSING STUDENTS

I am building a website specially dedicated to nurses and nursing. The theme of the site is titled 'Heroism in the Nursing Industry". It caters to aspiring nurses and potential nurses lurking in the general public. Spare me a few minute to fulfill the genuine purpose of what nursing is about and I will declare and glorify what you guys do best! The website will be flash based, with a video re-enactment inserted into the 'tribute to heroes' section.

Please help me out with a survey! It's for my final year project. Just a few minutes, here's the link to do it all...

http://www.zoomerang.com/recipient/survey-intro.zgi?p=WEB225X8E26ZM9

Also, if you would like to drop a testimony of how influential and phenomenal nursing has been, please do not hesitate to email me at iamryl@gmail.com . If you have nurses/nursing friends, please help me out by forwarding this survey link to them.

Thank you so very much, to all those who are willing to step forward in this inspirational involvement. Your help is deeply appreciated!


Sincerely,
Cheryl Lio
iamryl@gmail.com

Unplayed piano
Still holds a tune
Lock on the lid
In a stale, stale room
Maybe it's not that easy
Or maybe it's not that hard
Maybe they could release me
Let the people decide
I've got nothing to hide
I've done nothing wrong
So why have i been here so long?

Unplayed pianos
Are often by a window
In a room where nobody loved goes
She sits alone with her silent song
Somebody bring her home

Newgrounds' website is on my visit history list and the culprit is apparent.

There are multiple reasons to living this life, but you're the biggest reason why I'm loving the living. I need to know I can see you smile each morning, look into your eyes each night, for the rest of my life.

Compulsive retail is mental sanctuary. I've never managed to snag this many deals at a go until today, which doubles the excitement. The reminders of academic monotony irk.

Get well soon, love.

The inconveniences caused by the SMRT/SBS Transilink system this morning has caused my girlfriend to be enraged. There are no notices regarding cancellation of operation of NR7 being stuck up at some bus stops or even in their website. Such irresponsibility truly reflects on the type of service SBS proclaims to be worthy of bragging about.

Digressing, I would be proudest to announce that we've reached our 23rd month of get-together. Initially, she purposed her gift to me in a form of a necklace she was positive I'd fancy but stocks were unavailable at Parkway Parade, so I picked an alternative of a long-sleeved multi-functioned top from Dorothy Perkins and my all-time choice, Guylian chocolates. The striped sepia top from U2 which I intended to surprise her with cleverly slipped my sight and caught hers instantly, even after I have visited the shop four times beforehand just to check if the top was still in stores. I suppose she adores the present, judging from the way she was beaming from ear to ear. We chanced upon many toy-vending machines and braced our cash on el-cheapo tamagochis and Disney figurine key-chains.

So Julian introduced us to our virgin prawning session, which carried on to be out of the norms, considering the stereotype of my daily routines of late. I guess it was due to sheer luck that I prawned three out of the eight that were caught. Not forgetting to mention, I finally met Julian's girl today and even had the chance to act as her all-time chum and classmate.

You tried and I saw. I appreciate and am grateful for the sincere changes I'm beginning to feel you show. Cease that furiousity you are harbouring against the bus transport system. Recuperate and replenish the rest you lost during the days you mugged. I'll see you on Monday, sweetheart. I can't wait to be spending so much more time with you.

I love you NCPS.

Strategizing the structure of my learning contract and getting worried about the implementation. Three more months before graduation and the finale of all projects in IMD. Learning contracts are due today. After this will arrive the technical and hands-on designing. All the best, fellow IMD seniors.