Shane's finally got proof I'm really weird. I've got the whole Prison Break season on my computer now, in some desperate attempt to try and predict what's gonna happen in season 2. Since the show has always relied on past information leading to future events, hopefully I'll get some clue.

Anyway, I was watching the first few episodes yesterday and during my breaks today. And I think all the damn studying's gotten to me. Aside from re-confirming that Wentworth Miller is the hottest man alive, I managed to link bloody econs to Prison Break. Haha. Cause like when he has to make choices he sacrifices something else. Like by getting Haywire out of his cell, he's sacrificing Bellick's trust. Like making Bellick suspicious only. See its opportunity cost very terribly explained. Yay. Go me. I think Jenn's the only one who's gonna understand this. Oh well. Bio and Geog's done, left econs to go. Yikes.

[x] You take your shoes off before entering the house
[x] You eat rice often.
[x] You use chopsticks.
[x] You can speak an asian language.
[x] Your parents want good grades from you.
[ ] Your parents insist you don't date until college.
[x] Your parents want you to go toBerkeley or some other good university like that. Stanford or
Harvard, even better.
[ ] Your parents believe in Feng Shui.
[ ] You listen to those horoscopes/zodiac signs.
[x] Your parents love to gossip with the other parents about you.
[x] You have relatives other than your immediate family living with you.
[x]Most or all of your friends are asian.
[ ] You don't even know 10 people who aren't asian.
[x]Your ancestors came from Asia.
[x] You are obsessed with the computer and can't get enough.
[ ] You know how to put a computer together.
[x]You listen to asian music.
[ ] You can actually understand the lyrics.
[x] You have to keep things from your parents, even if they're not bad, because you know they'd THINK it's bad.
[ ] Your relatives love to bring you clothes that are bright in color with cute cartoons on them. If you're lucky, it might even have english words on them that don't make sense.
[x]You love your ethnic food.
[ ] You have taken/still take piano and/or violin.
[ ] Classical music is the best music ever, next to asian music.
[ ] You are good at math

multiply by 4 put the product as "__% Asian

Wow I'm 56% the asian stereotype. Go me.

I blew $112 bucks on school books today. Econs - Textbook, Guide Book and Model Essays. Biology - TYS. Couldn't find anything for geog. Guess I'll rely on the textbook and my O level TYS for now. I planned my timetable for next week. I thought it was quite reasonable when I was writing it up, cause I gave myself lots of breaks everywhere. Counting at the end of it just about killed me. 8 hours and 45 minutes of me hitting the books. Has anyone seen me work this hard ever? Put together all the studying I did for my O levels and it would have been less than that. And this is per day. God. Anyway, I've decided I'll stick with it, cause cutting down will mean one subject suffers. Please yell at me if you see me on msn.

I'm gonna go to Toa Payoh tomorrow I guess and check the Popular there. Hopefully they have a wider A level range then the one at Bras Basah. The Bras Basah one is like 5 levels high but there's such a tiny section for A level stuff. But it looks really really nice. Got cafe all inside. Pretty big fiction section too.

I'm gonna go play with the cd that came with my econs tb. Online learning is so much more fun than staring at some black and white textbook. Go colour!

I've been wanting to post this up for a while. Its really touching. Alfie's my uncle and Betty's his wife. Uncle Alfie passed away on the 9th of May 2006. His mother and siblings flew up to Chile for the funeral. This was sent by my Uncle Manuel, his brother, to my mother who forwarded it to everyone else.




On 12th May, we went down to the church parlour at 0830 hrs and viewed the body for the last time. We kissed Alfie our last good-bye. Yes, we placed a cross on his forehead and heart on your behalf. At 0930 hrs, the morticians sealed the coffin. Alvin, Gabriel, cousins and nephews of Betty and I helped to move the coffin from the parlour to the church. There, we placed the coffin before the altar. We stayed in the Cathedral of the Sacred Heart while Gregorian chants were played. At 1200 hrs, the church doors closed and we retired to Betty's parents place for lunch.

At 1400 hrs, we returned to church. Relatives and friends came to express their condolences. There was a sincerity and warmth in their kisses, handshakes and hugs. The service began at 1500 hrs with a packed church of friends and relatives. It was led by a Bishop Thomas who had just retired two weeks ago because of ill health. Six priests assisted him.

Bishop Thomas was stricken with a brain tumor that affected his vision and gait. He had to be led by a young priest. Bishop Thomas upon hearing of Alfie's death indicated to his priests that he will conduct the funeral mass. Bishop Thomas has poor vision and could see only near vision. Whenever Alfie placed his hands on his own, he would recognize him by the color of his hands. He loved him for his sincerity. Alfie goes to him for his confession. Similarly, priests in neighbourhood parishes loved him and volunteered their service for the funeral rite. Alfie touched the hearts of priests, princes and paupers because of his humility, simplicity and love of God. God, therefore, gave him a great send-off with a funeral mass presided by the former Bishop of Punta Arenas. We thanked the Bishop and priests and expressed to them that their presence helped ease our pain of our brother's loss.

At about 1600 hours, the coffin was placed in the hearse van. We walked to the cemetery following the hearse. A long column of friends and relatives followed us on Alfie's last journey. It was a long walk in the cold weather of autumn. We were concerned about mum's ability to withstand the long walk but she refused to travel in a car. Along the way, strangers who saw the hearse made signs of the cross and bowed their heads as a mark of respect. Such is the sincerity of this people in this small town.

The hearse reached the cemetery after about 45 minutes walk from the church. We placed the coffin on a three-wheeled device pulled by two men. The crowd followed in procession to the final resting place. The cemetery is a beautiful place lined by rows and rows of pruned casuarina trees. Alfie showed me this place on my last trip to Punta Arenas. He also showed it to the TV crew from Singapore when they filmed Punta Arenas. Betty's paternal aunt gave Alfie their family lot for burial. The burial was a quiet affair. We watched quietly as the gravediggers placed his coffin in the grave and covered it up. Again, friends and relatives came and expressed their condolences in their usual warm way.

I reflected on Alfie's death. He died relatively young. We all have to die one day. If we believe in our Christian faith, death is the beginning of an eternal life with God if we have lived our faith. Alfie lived his faith. He was not highly educated but he did such wonderful things in Punta Arenas that I waa not fully aware of. He loved God immensely. He would go to all church services and feasts like our mothers would. His acceptance of his Christian faith was child-like, unquestioning. He loved his wife, children, mother, all of his siblings, cousins and friends. He never had vengeance or hatred. He doted on his wife. He gave his children the best of education. I learned that he would bake his favourite banana cake and parcel them to his children once every fortnight. Whenever he spoke to us on the phone, his signature last statement would be I love you...If this was how he led his life, he must have returned to our God and is enjoying eternal happiness. His premature departure should be a lesson for all of us to LOVE and be at PEACE with one another.

I have accepted his death as a passing to a greater life with God.

With kind regards,

Manuel Gomez

About guys, Turned ON, OFF or DM (Doesn'tmatter)

Is taller than you: ON
Is shorter than you: OFF
Wears braces: DM
Dresses Preppy:DM ( I guess it can be cute)
Dresses Ghetto: OFF
Dresses Gothic: OFF
Has blue eyes: ON
Has green eyes: ON
Has hazel eyes: ON
Brown eyes: ON (As long as he actually has eyes lah)
Drinks alcohol: DM
Wears glasses: DM
Smokes: DM (Chain smoking's OFF)
Plays sports: ON
Smiles a lot:ON
Calls you just to say Hi:ON
Compliments you: ON
Likes to talk: ON
Shy and quiet: OFF
Good dancer: DM
Wears jewelry:OFF
Smiles when you walk in the room: ON
Has brown hair: DM
Has Black hair: DM
Has blonde hair: DM
Has red hair: DM
Makeup:OFF
Can make you laugh at any given moment: ON
Loyal: ON
Laid back: ON
Plays guitar: ON
Plays piano: ON
Plays drums: ON (Musicians are oh so hot.)
Sing: ON
he's buff (muscles): ON
Easily jealous: OFF
Doesn't eat meat: DM
is bi: OFF
has a tattoo: DM
has a lip ring:OFF
has tongue ring: OFF

Boredness does wonders lah. If only school work interested me.

Its been crazy the last couple of days. Everyone's been coming to the house, and no one leaves. I haven't had a bit of time to myself. I'm so exhausted its amazing. I get like what.. four hours of sleep a night now? The long holiday was absolutely the most tiring thing ever, running around comforting various grieving relatives. I went to school today without doing any of my homework. And to think I was actually planning to do something for once and not copy it five minutes before the teacher comes in.

I guess I'm upset too. I mean I cried a lot the second day, but I think I've come to realise that there really isn't that much of a point in grieving. I mean they're in a better place and all right. Though I'm feeling kinda bad cause everyone's sitting around talking about what a great guy Uncle Alfie was. I never really took the time to get to know him when he was here. Instead I was working 14 hour shifts everyday. His youngest kid's only 13. I can't imagine losing my dad. I mean I'm nowhere near ready for something like that. I doubt I'd be able to cope. God knows the heart attack gave me a big enough scare.

I've got such a headache from this lack of proper sleep. Yikes. And I'm building up serious arm muscle from carrying so many babies all over the place while their parents pray. Oh and being the beautiful catholic I am I managed to cock up leading the rosary also. In front of like 50+ people. Bleahh.

Haven't done this in so long. Bleah.


FIRST thing to do before going to sleep
shouldn't this be the last thing I do? first thing would be first thing I do when I wake up right. turn the damn alarm clock off I suppose. I analyse everything way too much now.

FIRST pet
Benjie and Sissy. The dogs that commited suicide.

FIRST primary school
chij toa payoh.

FIRST secondary school
chij toa payoh.

FIRST time you entered a bar
never. waiting for 18 baby.

FIRST thing you bought
wow. I'm guessing sweets knowing me as a kid.

FIRST musical instrument you learned to play
I used to do the whole blowing water in the glass thing with Jo.

FIRST sport you played
Soccer. With all my cousins. I'd just sit down and cry when no one passed me the ball. Its pretty much the same now.

FIRST bestest best friend
Jo! Sand castle boy.

FIRST wedding you've attended
I was flowergirl 5 times. Have to ask mum which came first.

FIRST person who greeted you on your last birthday
Uhm Shane I think.

FIRST collection
Moneys. =)

FIRST time you saw a ghost
I just hear freaky noises all the time.

FIRST roller coaster ride.
7. I threw up after.

FIRST ambition
Pink ranger!

FIRST person you think of when you wake up
Uh whether Adrian's gotten to the bathroom first?

FIRST job
Officially, Carl's Jr.

FIRST thing you bought today
Haven't stepped out of the house yet.

FIRST person you hated
Probably Adrian. We fought all the time.

LAST book(s) you bought
Ah. I haven't gone book shopping in ages. I get newsweek now. Does that count?

LAST thing you bought
Erm. Mars bar.

LAST tv show you watched
Prison Break.

LAST movie you watched
Woah uh.. pretty woman I think.

LAST song listened
Distractions - Zero 7

LAST person who sent you sms
Sean.

LAST time you cried
Last night.

I should have just turned around and walked back home when that car hit me on the way to the bus stop this morning. I've got a big purple patch on my side now. I got a few organs rearranged all. Everything feels weird now. Mum put numbing cream and stuck the biggest plaster she could find on it. Even she, the nurse in the family got shocked when she saw it. Like to have purple show up on my skin is a big achievement in itself.

I have some nonsense malay speech to write. On the top 5 diseases affecting Singaporeans. Someone please tell me how you say cerebrovascular in malay. I feel kinda guilty. I mean my group members will be affected by my presentation all. I don't wanna screw up their marks all. Its just that I'm so lost I don't even know how to begin. Wth a speech?! How is that supposed to help me pass. I'd rather just be forced to remember my peribahasa all.

I have to go show my patch to my doctor uncle. Ciao darlings.