on this little patch of grass...

me.

my life.

my connections.

my rants.

my history.

anything you want here :)

Monday, January 31, 2005

Take the quiz: "Are you sexy, flirty, or a slut? (ladies)"

Flirty
You like to have fun, maybe ur not ready for sex, but u want to with that right guy

Take the quiz: "What Kind of Soul Do You Retain?"

Loving
You have a very warm and loving aura about your soul and believe in the virtues of Love. To you, there is a bright side to everything! You are the polar opposite of the Dark soul.

Take the quiz: "What kinda import car is for u???"

confused..... Mitsubishi
If ur all about the EVO VIII then things are good...... other wise rethink whatchu want...

Take the quiz: "What Finding Nemo Person Are You?"

Crush
You are like tottaly awesome

Take the quiz: "What swear word are you?"

You Are Bastard!
You're a bastard, you fucking b!

My bro's test:
Take the quiz: "What Kind Of Weapon Are you?"

Nuclear Bomb
You're a Nuclear Bomb! You are by far the most dangerous and destructive of all the weapons. You're also the most advanced. You're cold and completely indifferent, destroying everything you can without feeling, remorse or regret. You also leave a nasty aftertaste: Radiation. You plague people for years, poisoning and killing the ones you didn't destroy from the get-go. You are the only weapon with the true ability to destroy mankind. You're horrible.

Moi:
Take the quiz: "What Kind Of Weapon Are you?"

Sword
You're the sword! Most definitely the most honorable and honest of weapons. You've been used for thousands of years to inflict pain and death on mankind. People see you as the most noble of weapons. Traditionally, you're the big brother of the gun. If a gun isn't available, a fighter will grab for you and try to take out their enemy. You're retired now, nobody really uses you in war, mankind has other... More disgusting methods now. You're good for a stab in the heart, the neck or the gut and everyone appreciates a death by a sword. The only people that use you anymore are either very stupid or very crazy. Murderer.

Take the quiz: "What Harry Potter Character Are You?"

Harry Potter
You are Harry Potter , very brave , and you always have to be the hero.

Take the quiz: "What season of the year are you?"

Spring
You are spring. Changeable, moody yet loveable. Go you!

Take the quiz: "What is your Paranormal gift?"

Telekinesis
Very common, but fun! Moving objects with your mind, what's more fun? Of corse, you probably developed this power during a time when you were extremly depressed or something terrible happened, but you're okay now, right?..right..? Don't hurt me!

time stops for nobody ||1:25 AM

Sunday, January 30, 2005

Saw this on sharon's blog.. Anyway, was really too tired of the Management notes i'm trying to type out.. Doesn't seem to be working. And someone in the house is smoking... *sniff* my dad's fren or something..
Anyway , here it is: (Only pple bored enough to be desperate does this:)

l. What time did you get up this morning?
- 11:11 (nice time huh)
2. Diamonds or pearls?
- Diamonds... what else? they'e a gal's best fren
3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?
-Ocean's twelve ... (but i wanna watch meet the fockers)
4. What is your favourite TV show?
-Hong Kong Drama Serial (eg. Arm Reaction series, DIF 4,Triumph in the skies etc)
-Reality Shows: prob AMI.. but not watching now.. seldom watch audition
- CH 5 Charm
5. What did you have for breakfast?
-My mum / Dad made a sunny side up for me plus a cup of milo. (the one with the yolk intact kind) Yummy!
6. What is your middle name?
-Er... Izzit ? Tan or izzit shu hui? or do i have a middle name *blur*
7. What is your favourite cuisine?
-hmmm... cuisine? does chicken rice count? haha.. but i'm so picky about food..
8. What foods do you dislike?
-Seafood! I don't like it..
9. What is your favourite crisp flavour?
-er ... i seldom eat them.. but most likely it's barbecue
10. What is your favourite CD at the moment?
-Janet Seidel, Renee Olstead, all my french songs collections, AND ESPECIALLy the 2 CD adelyn burned for me.. I love them!
11. What kind of car do you drive?
-If anyone would be kind enough to purchase a porsche for me. I would be drving them
12. Favourite sandwich?
-I don't like sandwich. Period. I like hot food.
13. What characteristic do you despise?
-you dun wanna noe...
14. Favourite item of clothing?
-hmmm... so many. How to choose? there's the few halter necks? A few skirts, a few dresses
15. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go?
-europe especially France (nord de la France et sud de la France). i wanna go experience their culture, and practice my french too (haha)
16. What colour is your bathroom?
-Blue... light blue, dark blue... all blue..
17. Favourite brand of clothing?
-well, i dun look at brands. I like the design, i can fit in it, i buy it.
18. Where would you retire to?
-Je ne sais pas... Anyway is fine, even singapore. But mostly importantly, it is to be with my loved ones. If not, no point going anywhere.
19. Favourite time of the day?
-I'm a morning lark. I literally sing, in the morning when i wake up. Though nowadays, i'm a little grumpy the whole day. Prob coz i wake up after the morning has passed.
20. What was your most memorable birthday?
-Every Birthday was the most memorable one since i spend it with my family members.
21. Where were you born?
-KK hospital.. Isn't like 75% of s'pore population borned there as well?
22. Favourite sport to watch?
-Ice figure skating, Tennis, Soccer (i'm getting hook to it with my family's influence)
23. What fabric detergent do you use?
-huh? ask my mother.. haha
24. Coke or Pepsi?
-I'm a coke person. They said you're either a coke or pepsi supporter (sharon, we're enemies... lolx)
25. Are you a morning person or a night owl?
-er... i thought i just answered the qn?
26. What is your shoe size?
-3 - cinderella feet. Always gotta go charles & keith to get shoes.
27. Do you have any pets?
-don't ask my about pets. i hate animals. and the fishes at home doesn't like me too... and vice versa.
28. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with your family and friends?
-Ya... I'm getting married soon. Right. As IF. you wish... haha...
29. What did you want to be when you were little?
-Teacher, teacher, teacher, teacher... up till now, i still wanna be a teacher. Though i have stage fright and right now... working in raffles place does sound more attractive...
30. What are you meant to be doing today?
-Suppose to be studying and spring cleaning my room.
BUT: my room still looks like disaster area and i'm into page 2 of my notes after 3 hrs

ALL DONE! FINALLY!

time stops for nobody ||4:54 PM

Thursday, January 27, 2005

TITLE: DOUBLE STANDARD
AUTHOUR: JUDITH MCNAUGHT

This authour actually haven't produce a book in a long long long time

Sypnosis:
In the exclusive, glittering world of business superstars,
Nick Sinclair was a legend...

The ruggedly handsome president of Global Industries handled his
business the way he handled his women -- with charm, daring and
ruthless self-control. A man used to the very best, Nick hired
Lauren Danner, and assumed the proud beauty would soon be another
easy conquest. But Lauren's flashing wit and rare spirit dazzled
him -- and slowly, against his will, he was intrigued, challenged
-- and in love.

Yet Lauren was living a lie, a charade that became more dangerous
with every passing moment. Trapped in a web of deceit, she fought
her growing love for Nick. Her secret could destroy his fragile
trust -- and the promise of life with the most compelling man
she had ever met!

Comments: It's a very nice book. I used up plenty of tissues when i
read it. In fact i still do when rereading. Very wonderful.
As good as perfect. Though less tedious, since it's shorter.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Haiz... It has been a terrible day yesterday.. Actually, it started off fine.
Went to meet menaka for breakfast at PS - Burger King. As if i hadn't had
enough of Dhoby Ghaut for the past half year. Oh well..
Anyway, i was suppose to meet up with my mum to go Hougang Mall, but she
changed her mind and i went there to pay for the car park fee.
When i reached home. The first thing i did wast to on the water heater
and the computer. To my horror i remembered then that there was no
electricity for the whole day... (AGONY!!!).

Changing my mind, i headed for the tv ... and you can guess what
happened... no tv either.. and no opening of the fridge to prevent
the food from going bad... ARRGGGHHH!! Wanted to scream honestly.
I felt like i was living in a cave. Okay, fine. a glorified cave.
Even worse! my baby bro's in camp. which is actually good news and
bad news.

Good news: he lent me his handphone. so i get to use his new hp while he's out at camp.

Bad news: No one to torture when i'm bored. And believe it. i was so bored.

Wednesday being the only day off in the whole week, i don't intend to study either. Absolutely not!

So being drastically bored, i started whining and finally got
recuited for the big spring cleaning my mum and grandma was doing.
I was set to task first by cleaning the sofa with some weird leather polish.
After that, cleaned the balcony doors - going up and down and up and down
the ladder. My legs were aching tired and i stopped for lunch after
completing less than half of the balcony door. Of course, after lunch,
i finished it in record time and went on to hang the curtains on both
ends of the house. i tell you , that is really back breaking work.
Mainly coz i wasn't tall enough even with ladder and i had to stretch each
time to hang it. especially the first time, i missed out on one and
had to redo the whole thing. Of course, after that , i was extra careful.

It was really tough and especially without any electricity (esp the fan).
But i find that it was a good workout. and i feel really good and relax,
although exhausted at the end of the day. But then again,
i'm just glad my mum and grandma was pleased with me and of course,
were especially nice to me.

OKay... This is boring. i know... will update another time again.

Ciao!

time stops for nobody ||10:30 PM

Sunday, January 23, 2005

Heh... saw this on sharon's blog and decided to do it... especially since i'm so psyched after i changed my blog design. Yes! Finally! and added a tag board too... See?? See it??? SEE???

You scored as Garnet. Fired-up, full of energy and rearing to go, garnet-girls (or guys :-P) are blessed with inner passion and strength. They would rather not give up on what they want and are generally very exciting people :-). Also, tell me if Im wrong, but the garnet-type personality is often accompanied with good health, as which the gems themselves promote.

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Garnet
70%
Emerald
63%
Ruby
63%
Peridot
40%
Athemyst
40%
Aquamarine
37%
Celestite
33%
Topaz
33%

Which Mystic Gem Stone Relates To You?
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time stops for nobody ||11:30 PM

paternal family photo
Originally uploaded by cheriegal.

This is a family photo of my father's side of the family. Taken on 5th Jan, my cousin, Gary's wedding dinner. He's standing on the secon row, 3rd from the right, beside him, is my cousin in law, esther. Yep... esther tan. And I'm right at the last row, first from the left. See me?

Labels: Pictures

time stops for nobody ||9:51 PM

Wednesday, January 19, 2005

Take the quiz: "**WhAt MaN WiLL YoU MaRRy??**"

Man in Uniform!
You will marry a man in a military or authority uniform. I've always loved men in uniform, and apparently, you do to!

Take the quiz: "Find Your Perfect Match"

Cancer and Pisces are right for you.
These are the only matches that are right for you. Don't waste your time on anyone else!

Take the quiz: "What dragon species are you? (Stunning pics)"

Ultimate Elemental Dragon
You are the true ultimate dragon. You have the powers of all the other elemental dragons. You control everything and have interests in every part. for example the fire dragon loves things to do with fire whereas you like fire, water, lightning etc etc. You are considered dragon royalty.(NOTE: THIS DRAGON WAS HAND DRAWN BY ME)

Take the quiz: "In ancient greek mythology, who are you related to?"

Calypso
You love the oppisite sex and luer them into your island. When you get sick of them, you turn them into an animal.

er... well... haha..

Take the quiz: "Which of the three Fates are you?"

Lachesis
You are Lachesis! Lachesis was the middle sister and got along best with her youngest sister Clotho. Lachesis was the even-tempered one of the group and she measured the thread of life. She was the best of both worlds in Greek Mythology.

Take the quiz: "Which Character from Charmed are you?"

Paige
You are Paige, the youngest of all the Charmed Ones. You are living proof that miracles can happen. You can orb and you also have Prue's old power, to move things with your mind. You have no trouble catching a date but finding a real relationship, now thats hard. You believe anything can happen. You may be a half sister, but that dosen't get you down!

Take the quiz: "What Kind of Guy Do You Attract?"

Bad Boy
you love em' w/ a little edge, don't ya! Hop on a motorcycle and ride till ya die w/ ya parter.Your parter is a crazy ass mofo. if i were you I would have the cops on speed dial. (for you safety)

Take the quiz: "How romantic are you?"

Sentimental sweet heart!
You are the type who just makes there heart melt.. GOOD JOB! You are as romantic as it gets!! Every moment with you makes ur g/f or b/f feel special

Take the quiz: "What will u b when ur older"

teacher
ur gonna b a teacher ... ur gonna just try to flunk students and just laugh at them bcuz well ur the king/queen inside ur own 4 walls

Take the quiz: "Which BARBIE doll are you"

Dream Bride barbie
You are like Dream Bride barbie! You dream of having the perfect family: husband, kids and maybe a dog and a cat with red collars. You may get a bit obsessive about marriage and travel everywhere with your bride dress on, until a little girl decides to change your outfit because she spilt Ribena on you. And you live happily ever after.

what the ...??

Take the quiz: "What would be your French name?"

Juliette
ooh so romantic!

Take the quiz: "Which of the seven dwarfs are you?"

bashful
Common! You aren't fooling anyone with that introverted routine and all that blushing crap. Come out of your shell already. Goofball!

Take the quiz: "FOR YOU GIRLS! what do you most hate about guys?"

player . pimp.

Take the quiz: "What Color Best Describes You?"

Pink
Pink can represent...health and love.
You are cheerful and always look out for your friends. You have no problem speaking your mind, and you express your feelings well.

time stops for nobody ||5:51 PM

Tuesday, January 18, 2005

Take the quiz: "Which Disney Princess are you most like (with 2 new princesses)"

Cinderella
You are a true party person. You love dressing up in cool outfits and parties. You are also very kind and caring.

Take the quiz: "Which Zodiac Sign Would You Be Most Compatible With?"

Cancer
It looks like a Cancer may be the one for you!

Take the quiz: "what TYPE of guy is right for you?"

Jock
Jock ,,,, your guy loves sports , family and friends .... most important things in life to him , oh ya and looking good !! sterio typical is that hes cocky selfish and arrogent ... but he can also be nice , but not arounnd his friends !

Take the quiz: "What should your nick name be?"

dylan
your smart but u surround yourself with people that dont share your IQ but you luv them anyway

Hmm... now why does that ring a bell?? haha...

Take the quiz: "What letter does the name of your true love start with? (for girls)"

A-E
examples:alex...bob...conner...danny...eddy

Take the quiz: "What Grease Character Are You?"

Sandy
Sandy: you are inoocent..plain as that

Take the quiz: "What Kind Of Fairy Are You"

Your A Loving Fairy
You are a loving fairy, who loves everything on the earth, wheathers its a Snow tiger, or a little spider. You love everything that God has created.

Okay...going to bed...

time stops for nobody ||11:06 PM

Take the quiz: "Which God or Goddess are you?"

God of Light
Innocent and a bit shy, but pure and clear at the same time. You are one half of the true god, combing light with darkness makes the whole world live. You tend to do whatever is going on, go with the flow, ya know?

Take the quiz: "What Disney Princess Are You?"

Ariel
You can swim, flip, dive and be one with fish...WHY DO YOU WANT MORE?

time stops for nobody ||10:57 PM

Saturday, January 15, 2005

NEW SONG: REFLECTION (FROM MULAN, DISNEY)

Princess Classics
Originally uploaded by cheriegal.

doing a little advertisment for sistic. Actually, i've always love disney on ice.It's a combination of fantastic skating and of course, fairy tales.

But despite the fact that we think Fairy Tales so romantic and what not. They were just simplified and soften to suit younger children. The real version was however, written by the

grimm brothers:
http://www-2.cs.cmu.edu/~spok/grimmtmp/

and Hans Christian Andersen:
http://hca.gilead.org.il/

You can check out the website given above. They contain the works of these great authours whose story spread far and wide and grew up with us( at least their tamer version )

time stops for nobody ||10:29 PM

Thursday, January 13, 2005

Hi! Saw Sharon doing some intresting quizzes lately. And realised that she's actually a watch! Ha! Anyway, decided to try them out just because i have absolutely nothing better to do:

What's my problem ??

What's Your Problem? Find out @ She's Crafty

And another test ....

What's my stle?

What's Your Style? Find out @ She's Crafty

And another ...
Which is my so-called life character

Which My So-Called Life Character Are You? Find out @ She's Crafty

And another...

Would i survive a horror movie?

Would you survive a horror movie? Find out @ She's Crafty

time stops for nobody ||11:01 PM

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

TITLE: LOVE BITES
AUTHOUR: LYNSAY SANDS

TRUE LOVE:
GOOD FROM THE FIRST BITE...

Etienne Argeneau's three hundred years of bachelorhood were at an end. Either that, or he'd be ofrever alone. He could only "turn" one human in his lifetime, and most of his kind reserved that power for creating a life mate. If he turned the wrong woman ... But what choice did he have? He had to save Rachel Garrett. He didn't know her very well, but the beautiful coroner had saved his life. To save hers he would make her immortal.

... TO THE LAST
Rachel Garrett awoke surprised. All she'd wanted was to get off the night shift at the morgue; now here she was staggering to her feet naked and in a strange place. But everything would be all right. She'd just make like a bat out of- Then she saw the man of her dreams emerging from his ... coffin? And the look in his bright silver eyes said they'd be spending a lot of time together. She just hoped he tasted as good as he looked.

Excerpt:

Chapter One
Yo, Rach. I'm going to grab a java. You want anything?"
Rachel Garrett straightened at Tony's question and wiped the back of her gloved hand across her forehead. She had been bouncing between the chills and fever since arriving at work two hours ago. At the moment, she was in a hot phase. Sweat was gathering across her back and along her scalp as if she'd been running a marathon. She was obviously coming down with something nasty. Her gaze slid to the clock on the wall. It was almost one. Two hours down, six to go. Rachel almost groaned. Six more hours. The way this flu bug was coming on, it was doubtful she'd last half of that.
"Hey! You feeling all right, Rach? You look like hell." Rachel grimaced at her assistant's choice of words as he moved to her side and felt her forehead. Men could be so tactful.
"Cold. Clammy." He frowned and asked, "Fever and chills?"
"I'm fine." Rachel pushed his hand away with embarrassed irritation, then reached into her pocket for some change as she answered his first question, "Maybe you could get me some juice or something, please."
"Oh, yeah. You're fine." Rachel stilled at his dry words, suddenly realizing that she had pushed her smock aside and shoved her hand into her pants pocket. She'd done so without removing her bloody rubber glove first. Great.
"Maybe you should-" "I'm fine," she interrupted his concerned words. "I'll be fine. Just go on." Tony hesitated, then shrugged. "Okay. But you might want to maybe sit down or something till I get back." Rachel ignored the suggestion and turned back to her cadaver as he left the room. Tony was a nice guy. A little weird maybe. For instance, he insisted on talking like a Goodfellow from the Bronx when he had been born, raised, and never left Toronto. He also wasn't Italian. Tony wasn't even really his name. The name he'd been given at birth was Teodozjusz Schweinberger. Rachel had complete sympathy with the name change to Tony, but didn't understand how the bad Italian Bronx accent came with it.

"Incoming!" Straightening again, Rachel glanced toward the open door to the main room of the morgue, then set down her scalpel and stripped the rubber glove from her right hand as she walked out to meet the men propelling a gurney into the main room. Dale and Fred. Nice guys. A couple of EMTs whom she rarely saw. They generally delivered their clientele to the hospital alive. Of course some died after arriving, but it was usually after these two had already been and gone, which left the chore of bringing down the patient to someone else. This one must have died in transit for them to be delivering him.
"Hey, Rachel! You're looking...good." She crossed the room to join them, politely ignoring Dale's hesitation before the word good. Tony had made it more than plain that she was starting to look as unwell as she felt.
"What have we here?" Dale handed her a clipboard with various sheets of paper on it.
"Gunshot wound. Thought we got a beat before transporting from the scene, but might have been wrong. For the record, he died in transit. Doc Westin pronounced him when we got here and asked us to bring him down. They'll want an autopsy, bullet retrieval, and so on."
"Hmm." Rachel let the pages fall back into place, then moved to the end of the room to grab one of the special stainless steel gurneys they used for autopsies. She rolled it back to rest next to the EMTs padded gurney. "Can you switch him over onto this while I sign for him?"
"Sure."
"Thanks." Leaving them to it, she moved to the desk in the corner of the examining room in search of a pen. Rachel signed the necessary papers, then walked back as the men finished shifting the body to the table. The sheet that had covered him for his trip through the hospital was now missing. She paused and stared at the latest addition to the morgue. He was a handsome man, no more than thirty, with dirty blond hair. She stared at his pale chiselled features, wishing she'd seen him while alive and knew what he looked like with his eyes open. Rachel rarely thought of her clients as having at one time been living, breathing beings. It would make her job impossible to do if she considered that the bodies she worked with were mothers, brothers, sisters, grandfathers, etc. But this one she couldn't seem not to see as a person. She could imagine him smiling and laughing and in her mind he had silver eyes the likes of which she'd never seen.
"Rachel?" She blinked in confusion and stared up at Dale. The fact that she was now sitting was a bit startling and made her glance around. The men had obviously rolled the wheeled desk chair over and urged her into it. Both EMTs were now hovering over her, worry on their faces. "You nearly fainted, I think," Dale told her. "You were swaying and all white-faced. How are you feeling?"
"Oh." She gave an embarrassed laugh and a wave of her hand. "I'm fine. Really. I think I'm coming down with something though. Chills, then fever." She shrugged. Dale placed the back of a hand to her forehead and frowned.
"You're burning up. Maybe you should go home." Rachel felt her face and was alarmed to note that she was indeed burning up. It crossed her mind to hope that the speed and strength with which this bug had hit her wasn't an omen of how bad it was going to be. And if it was bad, she hoped that it would burn out as quickly as it had hit. Rachel hated being sick.
"Rachel?"
"Huh?" She glanced at the concerned faces of the EMTs and forced herself to sit up.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry. Yes, I might go home early when Tony gets back. In the meantime, I signed for the body and everything." Rachel retrieved the paperwork that would stay with her and handed back the clipboard with the rest of the paperwork. Dale accepted the clipboard, then exchanged an uncertain glance with Fred. Both of them appeared reluctant to leave her alone. "I'm fine, really," she assured them. "And Tony just went out to grab us some drinks. He'll be back shortly. You two go on."
"Okay." Dale still sounded reluctant. "Just do us a favor and keep your butt in that chair till Tony gets back, huh? If you faint and hit your head..." Rachel nodded.
"Sure. You two go on. I'll just rest till Tony gets back." Dale didn't look like he believed she would do as she said, but he had little choice but to follow Fred to the door.
"Okay. Well, we're out of here then." "See you later," Fred added. Rachel watched them leave, then sat still for a moment as she had promised. It wasn't long before she became impatient with just sitting there, though. She wasn't used to being inactive. Her gaze slid to the body on the gurney. A shooting vic. Those were rare enough. It meant there was a shooter out there running around. It also meant that this man had become her most important customer. The police would want the bullet for forensics testing to help them track the gun, and hopefully, the killer if they didn't already have him. If they did have him, they'd want it to prove they had the right guy. Which meant she wasn't going home after Tony came back. At least, not until she had removed the bullet from this guy for forensics. The actual autopsy wouldn't be done until morning, but retrieving the bullet was her job. She was the head coroner at night; it was her responsibility. Straightening her shoulders, she stood and moved to the table to peer down at her newest customer.

"You picked a heck of a night to get shot, my friend." Rachel's gaze slid over his face. He really had been a looker. It seemed a shame that he was dead. But then it always seemed to be a shame when people died. Shrugging such thoughts aside, Rachel grabbed the rolling tray of equipment she would need and pushed it next to the steel table where her newest client lay. She looked him over once more before setting to work. The EMTs had ripped his shirt open, then laid it back across his chest. He was still fully clothed and in a rather sharp- not to mention expensive- designer suit.
"Nice duds. Obviously a man of taste and means," she commented, admiring the cut of his clothes and the body beneath it. "Unfortunately, the suit has to go." Rachel picked up the shears from the equipment table and quickly and efficiently cut away at the suit coat and shirt to remove them. Once the fabric fell away, she paused to take in what was revealed. Normally, Rachel would have simply moved on to remove his pants and underwear if there were any, but the fever was affecting her strength. Her arms felt all rubbery and her fingers were limp and awkward. She decided a change in routine wouldn't hurt at that point and would start recording her findings of his upper body before she moved on to try to remove the clothing from his lower body. With any luck, by then Tony might be back to help. Setting the shears aside, she reached up to swing both the overhead light and the microphone directly over his chest, then switched the microphone on."The subject is- Oh shoot!" Rachel flicked the microphone off and quickly retrieved the paperwork Dale and Fred had left behind. Her gaze scanned the information in search of a name. A frown marred her face when she saw that there wasn't one. He was a John Doe. Well dressed, but without identification. It made her wonder if that had been the reason behind the shooting. Perhaps he'd been shot and robbed of his wallet. Her gaze flickered back to the man. It seemed a real shame to kill a man for nothing more than a couple of bucks. It was a crazy world. Rachel set the paperwork back and returned to flick the microphone back on.

"Doctor Garrett examining shooting victim John Doe. John Doe is a Caucasian male, approximately 6'4," she guessed, leaving actual measurements for later. "He is a very healthy specimen." She turned off the microphone again and took her time looking him over. Very healthy was an understatement, Rachel decided as she searched for identifying features. John Doe was built like an athlete. He had a flat stomach, a wide chest, and muscular arms to go with his handsome face. After checking him out again, then a third time, she moved closer to examine him more minutely. Rachel picked up one arm, then the other and lifted them to examine the underside of each before stepping back with a frown. There wasn't a single identifying mark. No scars or birthmarks. There was nothing that could be considered an identifying feature on the man. Other than the gunshot wound over his heart, the man was completely flaw free. Even his fingers were unmarred. "Strange," Rachel muttered to herself. Usually there were at least a couple of scars; an appendicitis scar, or small ones on the hands from past wounds. Something. But this man was completely flawless everywhere that she could see. Even his hands and fingers were callous free. Idle rich? She wondered and peered at his face again. Classically handsome. No tan though. Jet setters usually had tans from the sunny spots they had just flown back from. Or from the tanning salon.
Deciding she was wasting time on these suppositions, Rachel gave her head a shake and turned the microphone back on. "Subject has no identifying features or scars on the front upper body except for the fresh gunshot wound. Death, on first glance, appears to be due to exsanguation caused by gunshot wound." This time she left the microphone on as she reached for the forceps she would need to remove the bullet. The recorder was sound activated so would only record what she said anyway. Later she would use the tape to write up her report, leaving out any muttered comments it caught that were not pertinent to the case. Rachel measured and described the size of the gunshot wound, as well as it's placement on the body, then set to work cautiously easing the bullet forceps into the wound, moving slowly and carefully to be sure she was following the path of the bullet and not pushing through undamaged tissue. A moment later she had reached and grasped the missile and was drawing it carefully back out of his body. She murmured a triumphant
"Ah ha!" as she straightened with the bullet caught in the spoon of the forceps. Rachel turned toward the tray, then paused with irritation when she realized there was no container for the bullet on her equipment tray. Such things weren't normally needed and she hadn't thought to grab one. Shootings weren't that common an occurrence in Toronto, so bullet holders weren't standard fare on her work tray. Muttering under her breath at her own lack of forethought, Rachel moved away from the table to the row of cupboards and drawers to search for one. While looking, she pondered where Tony could have gone. His five-minute trip in search of beverages was becoming a rather lengthy absence. Rachel suspected it was a certain little nurse who worked on the fifth floor that was holding him up. Not that Rachel minded. If she did go home when he returned, he would have no one to relieve him for the rest of the night, so supposed it was good he was taking extra time now. Finding what she'd been looking for, Rachel packaged the bullet, then carried it to her desk to make out an identifying tag. It wouldn't do for the bullet to get misplaced or to be left lying around without a label. Of course, she couldn't find the labels right away and wasted several minutes looking for them. Then she messed up three of them before getting it right. This was a good sign that she wasn't on the ball tonight and that going home was a good idea. She was a perfectionist and these little mistakes were frustrating, even embarrassing, to her. Exasperated with herself and her weakened state, Rachel smoothed the label onto the container, then paused as she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. Turning the chair to fully face the room, she glanced around, expecting Tony to have returned, but the room was empty. There was just herself and her John Doe on the gurney. Deciding her feverish mind was beginning to play tricks on her, Rachel shook her head and stood.
Alarm shot through her as she noted that her legs were a touch shaky. Her fever was skyrocketing. It was as if a furnace switch had been flicked on, taking her from cold and clammy to burning up in a heart beat. A rustle drew her attention back to the gurney. Was his right hand where it had been the last time she'd looked? Rachel could have sworn she'd laid his hand back palm down after examining it for identifying scars, yet now it was palm up, the fingers in a relaxed pose. Her gaze traveled up his arm to his face and Rachel frowned at his expression. The man had died with a blank expression on his face, an almost stunned look, and that expression had remained frozen in death. But now he had more of a pained grimace on his face. Didn't he? Maybe she was imagining things. She must be imagining things. The man was dead. He hadn't moved his hand or changed his expression.

"You've been working the night shift too long," Rachel muttered to herself and moved slowly back to the gurney to glance over the body. The actual autopsy wouldn't take place until the morning. Her job tonight was just to remove the bullet to be sent to forensics, examine the body for identifying features, be sure there were no other wounds, then tag and refrigerate him. That meant she had to remove the rest of his clothes to examine his lower front body, but she would need help from Tony in turning the man to examine his back. Rachel considered leaving his lower front until Tony returned too, but then decided against it. The sooner she got out of there and went home to bed to nurse her cold, the better. It was smarter to get as much done as possible before her assistant returned. That meant cutting away his pants. To that end, Rachel was about to reach for the shears when she realized that she hadn't checked his head for wounds. It was doubtful that he'd been shot in the head. At least she hadn't seen any evidence of it and was sure Fred and Dale would have mentioned it had that been the case. And despite their claims of thinking they had a heartbeat, then losing it, the man would have died instantly when the bullet had hit his heart. Still, he might have hit his head when he fell and there might be a wound there or elsewhere that simply hadn't bled. Leaving the shears where they were, Rachel moved to stand at the top of the gurney and did a quick examination of his head. The man had lovely blond hair, the healthiest she had ever seen. Rachel wished her own red locks were half as healthy. Finding nothing on his head, not even a small abrasion, she gently set his head back down and moved back around to the side of the gurney to stand next to his waist. Rachel retrieved the shears, opened and closed them as she eyed the waist of his suit pants, but didn't immediately start cutting. Oddly enough, she was rather hesitant. Rachel hadn't felt shy about cutting off a guy's pants since medical school and had no idea why she was now reluctant.

Her gaze slid up over his chest again. Jeez, he was really built. His legs were probably just as muscular, Rachel supposed and was embarrassed to note that she was more than a little curious to check him out. Which was probably the reason for the hesitation, she decided. Rachel wasn't use to feeling anything like this while examining a subject, and yes she generally thought of them as subjects rather than people. But she was thinking of this guy as a person....as if he still lived. This fever was really playing havoc with her thinking. Despite herself, Rachel's gaze slid up over his chest again, then paused abruptly on the gunshot wound. Had the opening of the wound gone smaller? She stared at it silently, then blinked when the chest appeared to slowly rise and fall. "Eyes playing tricks," Rachel muttered, forcing herself to look away. She'd pulled a bullet out of the guy's heart. He was definitely dead. Dead guys didn't breathe. Determined to get this over with quickly so that she could refrigerate him and stop imagining things, she turned back to his pants and slid one blade of the shears under the material.

"Sorry about this. I hate to ruin a perfectly good pair of pants, but- " She shrugged and started to slice through the material.
"But what?" Rachel froze at those words, her head jerking toward the face of her newest guest in the morgue. The sight of the man's eyes- open and focussed on her- made her shriek and leap back almost tumbling to the ground on shaky legs. Managing to maintain her balance, she gaped in horror. The corpse stared back. She closed her eyes and re-opened them, but the guy was still laying there looking at her.
"This isn't good."
"What isn't good?" he asked with interest. His voice sounded weak to Rachel. But hey! For a dead guy even a weak voice was a neat trick, she thought then shook her head. "What isn't good?" he repeated, sounding a little stronger this time.
"I'm hallucinating," She explained politely, then noticed his eyes and paused to stare at them. Rachel had never seen such gorgeous eyes. Like her earlier imaginings they were an unusual silver-blue. She had never seen eyes that unusual shade before, in fact, had she been asked, she would have said they were a scientific impossibility. That thought made Rachel relax and the fear and tension suddenly slipped out of her. She had never seen silver eyes before. They didn't exist. Earlier, she'd imagined that his eyes might be silver-blue and she was obviously imagining now that they were open and silver-blue, she reasoned. There was suddenly no doubt in her mind that she was hallucinating and that it was all do to her sky rocketing temperature. Gees, it must have hit dangerous levels to affect her this way, she thought with vague concern. Her corpse sat up, drawing Rachel's attention and gaze back to him. She had to actually remind herself,
"It's an hallucination. The fever." John Doe's eyes narrowed on her.
"You have a fever? That explains it."
"Explains what?" Rachel asked, then grimaced as she realized that she was talking to a hallucination. Which, maybe wasn't much worse than talking to dead people, she reasoned, and she did that all the time. Besides, he had a really nice voice, kind of warm and whiskey smooth. She wouldn't mind some whiskey, Rachel thought suddenly. Tea, lemon, honey and whiskey. Yes, hot toddies would fix her right up and nip these hallucinations in the bud. Or simply make it so she didn't care about them. Either way would be fine.
"Why you won't come to me." Rachel glanced back at her corpse. He wasn't making much sense, but then who said hallucinations had to make sense? Still, she tried to reason with him.
"Why would I come to you? You aren't real. You aren't even sitting up."
"I'm not?"
"No, I just think you are. In reality, you're still really laying there dead. I'm just imagining you sitting up and talking."
"Hmm." He grinned suddenly. It was a nice grin. "How do you know?"
"Because dead men don't sit up and talk," she explained patiently. "Please lay back down now. My head is starting to spin."
"But what if I'm not dead?" That stumped her for a minute, but then Rachel recalled that she was feverish and he wasn't really sitting up at all. She decided to prove her point to herself and suddenly stepped forward and swung out, expecting her hand to sail through thin air. Instead, it slammed into hard chin. Her corpse cried out in surprised pain, but Rachel hardly noticed, she was busy crying out and leaping away again. Her hand stung from the blow, but she was too busy shrieking to care much. Her dead man was sitting up. The room that had been spinning moments ago suddenly stopped. Now it began to darken.
"Darn. I'm going to faint," she realized with horror, then told her corpse almost apologetically, "I never faint. Really."

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This is a really light-hearted humorous vampire story. The thing i like about Lynsay Sands is that her book covers are really cool. As in no nude female/male but more of a cartoon-ish design. Another thing i like about her is her great sense of humour. Absolutely. When i read her boooks, i couldn't help it but roll over, laughing non-stop. Just by reading the excerpt on this book, it has gotten me hooked. So if you would like a good laugh to remove the troubles of your dreary day, i recommend her vampire and historical books.

Today is my off day. So i met up with Jeraldine for lunch and a movie. We went to watch Ocean's Twelve. Although we have received many negative comments regarding this show, I thought it was pretty good. Of course, not as fantastic as Ocean's Eleven. But nevertheless, (as we know that sequels are often not as good) it was not bad.

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OCEAN'S TWELVE (a Sequel to Ocean's Eleven)
Summary as advertised by GV: It's been three years since Danny Ocean (GEORGE CLOONEY) and his crew - fronted by detail man Rusty Ryan (BRAD PITT), up-and-coming pickpocket Linus Caldwell (MATT DAMON), explosives expert Basher Tarr (DON CHEADLE) and safecracker Frank Catton (BERNIE MAC) - pulled off one of the most audacious and lucrative heists in history, robbing ruthless entrepreneur Terry Benedict (ANDY GARCIA) of every dime stored in his impenetrable Las Vegas vault.

After splitting the $160 million take, each of the infamous Ocean's crew have tried to go straight, lay low and live a legit life...but that's proven to be a challenge, much to the chagrin of Danny's wife Tess (JULIA ROBERTS). When someone breaks Rule Number One and rats them out to Benedict, going straight is no longer an option. He wants his $160 million back - with interest - or else. And, as the gang quickly discovers, Benedict isn't the only powerful person in the world looking for Ocean's Eleven...

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COMMENTS:

Actually... the beginning of the movie was rather confusing as the director has assumed that we still remember the characters and unfortunately, i only remembered five of them. Which is good enough i suppose. But once you're able to identify the characters involved, it is rather easy to follow the plot. Personally, i thought that Ocean Eleven's was very well done. Although Ocean's Twelve did not have as good a overall presentation. I thought it was not bad for a sequel. So armed with a Large cup of coke and a box of 6-piece Tronkey, i proceeded bravely into the theaters with Jeraldine. Perhaps it's the fact that i do not hold a high hope for this movie, hence, it was passable in my estimation. There were a few parts here and there which i find humorous (but then again, like you guys said, i have a warp sense of humour). It only became intresting especially in the middle of the movie (most likely because i was going huh? in the whole of the first part). But it was until the end of the movie where i am able to piece the whole thing together.

But a part i found hilarious was actually the fact that the whole gang was stuck in Jail in Rome. except for three of the members who were still plotting to steal an object. Which every plan they came up with was discarded with the conclusion that there was a shortage of manpower. And they decided to call Tess (Danny Ocean's wife acted by Julia Roberts) to fly in to help with the theft. She was suppose to impersonate a pregnant Julia Roberts to get near the object before swapping it. Which only ended up with getting the remainder of the gang and her arrested.

This show does not have the adrenaline 'kick' as experienced in the first movie. But nevertheless, i think it's not bad... for a sequel. And besides, i rather like the love story between Bradd Pitt and Catherine Zeta Jones. (Since they had George Clooney and Julia Robert's in ocean's eleven). It wasn't much of a romance then a crime. But what hint of chemistry between the characters (not only in terms of romance but also friendship) i think it's quite good. But i won't watch it in the theaters a second time.

Ok, i just realised that my blog today is so bloody long. I'll update another day then.

Signing off now!

Ciao!

PS: Did i mention that i understood what they said in some tiny parts of the french conversation? I feel so proud of myself.. Haha.

time stops for nobody ||10:43 PM

Tuesday, January 11, 2005

Hi! it's me again. For the second time within a night. Well, adelyn said the song's awful, so, in order not to torture her, i've decided to change it. This song is my personal favourite. If you want the lyrics, it is actually posted in one of my earlier blogs. the first few i think.

But if you're still interested in the title, it's called "I'll never fall in love again" I love it ever since i first heard it. Which so conveniently happened to be on adelyn's MD. So i'm sure she'll like it. I hope you like it too.

time stops for nobody ||1:00 AM

Monday, January 10, 2005

PLEASE TURN ON YOUR SPEAKER

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Title: PRINCE JOE
Authour: SUZANNE BROCKMANN

Summary:
HERO: Lt. Joe "Cat" Catalanotto, U.S. Navy SEAL
HEROINE: Veronica "Ronnie" St. John (pronounced "Sinjin") media consultant
Location: Washington, DC, and USA

A ROYAL PAIN
The government wanted Veronica St. John to teach a tough, combat-hardened Navy SEAL how to impersonate a visiting European crown prince who’d been targeted by terrorists. But even if every gorgeous inch of him did look the part, this guy simply wasn’t prince material.

It wasn’t just that everything about Lieutenant Joe Catalanotto -- from his New York accent to his arrogant, streetwise attitude -- said he was anything but an aristocrat. No, the real trouble was the way he made his refined, upper-crust teacher want to slap him silly -- and then kiss him senseless...

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I really wanted to type out a little excerpt for you guys. And i actually planned to. But then, there really is too many fascinating parts to it and i can't decide which to type. Give me till the next blog. I'll decide then if i want to introduce a new book, a new song lyrics or an excerpt of it (Give your comment on what you think. And i might consider). I really love this book. It is one of the best that Suzanne Brockmann has written and honestly, it is quite thin, just 249 pages. Which isn't much in a romance book especially when the average is like 400 pages or so. But this particular book, i've read it for the 201th time and i still fall in love with Joe everytime i read it. It makes one just long to go out and hunt for a SEAL (The man. Not the animal).

And BREAKING NEWS: if you realised, my blog is playing a song. Finally i got it figured out on how to insert a song. After like 6 whole months. Thanks to Sharon! (Not sharon tay though) If you love this song, drop me a msg whether via email, comment page , sms or msn. I'll either post the lyrics up on the next installment or email it seperately to you. It was suppose to be nicer. But the other version the music was too big to be uploaded. By the way, it's a french song called "Loin du froid de decembre". i thought it's hauntingly beautiful( which if you want i can send it to you) . In the other version. But according to adelyn , this version sounds like some chanting. But If you really hate this song, also drop me a note. I'll take care to change another song for the next blog.

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Wow! Time really flies. Without a second glance, we're into the second week of the new year. And in 4 weeks time, it's chinese new year. A time for the unmarried to rejoice. And a time for the married to worry. Thankfully, the economy has picked up rapidly, and there will be less financial worries in this coming Chinese New Year. But then again, all adults worry about their financial situations 24/7. if they're poor they worry about ways to get money and if they're rich, they worry about losing it.

Hopefully, in this coming new year, all will be well.
* I wish for world peace you see* among like 100 other things though.

The new Year started off with an absolutely happy occassion in the family. My cousin finally got married. He was married on Jan 2 2005. But you guys will have to wait for some pictures of the wedding as well as the wedding dinner. It was all so romantic. Especially the wedding at the church. I absolutely love it. It was practically like a fairy tale. Of course thoufh disappointingly, the boquet throwing part was missing. But then again, you don't see it much in singapore nowadays. In fact, I'm absolutely embarrased to admit that right now i'm suffering from wedding fever. OH MY GOODNESS!!! did i just say that out loud ? I'm utterly shameless.. Haha.. But then again, on the other side of the coin, I'm single, and loving it. No one to answer to and no need to waste time worrying about relationship problems. But then again, finding your true love is just like two wholes coming together to become one. The one to spend your life with, the one where you share your sadness and joy. The one whom you leave your family to set up a completely new one. I guess...., I'm just a complete hopeless romantic.

Unlike Adelyn, who unfortunately, still insists that there is no happily ever after in this world, i have to take the opposite view. Happily ever after has many meanings. It just depends on how one view it. For some people, happily ever after might just be staying at home and taking care of the kids. For others, it's to remain single. And of course, life is not a bed of roses. It has ups and downs. Happy and sad moments. Tears of sadness and tears of joy. But ultimately, when we've lived our lives to the fullest, being happy, is just part of the process. To be happy we must have experienced sadness.

I guess, everything in the world has a price. For example, getting married is just to give up your singlehood. The freedom not to worry about your financial needs, your time (Like going for afternoon tea with your friends or to teach your child). But marriage is just a piece of paper. What really binds us together is our feelings and emotions. A common goal for the future and much much more than that.

But hey! If i get married, i dream of a large church wedding. The one which i go to (it's beautiful), dozens of bridesmaid, surrounded by beloved friends and family, my prince charming at the aisle. A feeling of peace and happiness and most importantly, commitment. i guess these days, so much depression has led me to wonder and look forward into the future.I wonder if i will get married and give birth to children and have a happy family until i'm 80 or even 90 surrounded by all my love ones. OR will i become the spinster aunt which everyone hates and only appears at weddings, New Years and Christmas.

Hmm... it leaves one to ponder eh...

Okay, you can help me ponder and let me know what do i look like. And for the 108th time. I'm not desperate. At least not yet. I'm just in a whimsical mood.

Signing off now,
Au Revoir!

time stops for nobody ||9:10 PM

Sunday, January 02, 2005

Janie
Originally uploaded by cheriegal.

Hi... Just to boast about. This is a pic of my baby neice , Janie Tan. As of tomorrow 3 Jan 2005, She is officially 1 year 1 month. She's so cute... like her aunt (i'm talking abt me just in case). Right ?

time stops for nobody ||4:34 PM

Saturday, January 01, 2005

THE CIRCLE OF LIFE
From Lion King - Music by Elton John, lyrics by Tim Rice. Performed by Carmen Twillie

From the day we arrive on the planet
And blinking, step into the sun
There's more to see than can ever be seen
More to do than can ever be done
There's far too much to take in here
More to find than can ever be found
But the sun rolling high
Through the sapphire sky
Keeps great and small on the endless round

It's the Circle of Life
And it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Through faith and love
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the Circle
The Circle of Life

It's the Circle of Life
And it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Through faith and love
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the CircleThe Circle of Life

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With much difficulty, we finally reached 01 Jan 2005. Indeed, the last 4 years were not smooth sailing nor perfect. There were of course happy moments in our lives but also, there were periods of trials and tribulations as well. Nevertheless, I'm happy to announce that we have finally reached 2005.

We brought to an end of last year with one of the most major and devastating events which happened in our lives - The Tsunami which happened on Dec 26 2004. As a result, new year celebrations and countdowns were muted or even canceled all over south east asia. This is one of the most major natural disaster which happened in our time. And especially to those staying in singapore like me, it is so close yet so far. We were missed by the tidal wave due to the fact that we were blocked by sumatra and malaysia. Yet, when our love ones are in trouble when faced with so much disaster, we are too far away to help them or to save and warn them. This fact will forever lie heavy in our hearts.

Watching the death tolls rise day by day, each of us could only watch helplessly at the various news reports. What else can we do except to donate? Just remember: Keep these victims of the tidal wave in your prayer. But most especially, their loved ones who are in need of solace and comfort. It will never be the same again. But we can only hope that the old adage "time heals all wound" would be true in this case.

On another note, i'm glad to announce that I have another neice as of 26 Dec 2004. My eldest cousin on my mother's side gave birth (or rather his wife did) to a baby girl on 26 Dec 2004 in the evening.

I guess... this is the circle of life. Some lifes are gone and are replaced by others. Although, this may seem a very harsh statement. But , it is nevertheless a fact we cannot change. I only hope that with a new year, new blessings will come forth upon us by God. And A New Year, A new Start. May we each have a New Year Resolution, whether in thought, in writing or just in speaking, that we may correct the mistakes we have done before, and do better in whichever way we can do.

Sigining off now
Au Revoir

PS: No. Stop asking me what my New Year Resolutions are. I'm not telling. And that's that!

time stops for nobody ||9:07 PM

Genting- grp photo
Originally uploaded by cheriegal.

This is the Genting group photo, taken on the second morning while having dim sum. It includes everyone in our group who went for the trip. A very fun and jolly group i believe. At least... i think ? Haha. anyway, i believe we youngsters did. Don't really know about the adults. What do you think ? Do we look like we're enjoying ourselves ?

PS: This photo is taken by one of the waiters by my mum's camera.

Labels: vacation

time stops for nobody ||7:57 PM

Me&Jeraldine
Originally uploaded by cheriegal.

We actually took this pic in Genting Hotel. Again with adelyn's phone since only adelyn bothers to update her pics. Mine are still in the camera. heh... A memorable trip in fact. Where was adelyn ? Well, as you can see, she's the one taking the pic.

Labels: vacation

time stops for nobody ||7:47 PM

The three musketeers
Originally uploaded by cheriegal.

Hmm.. i figured i might as well try to post a few pics on blog regarding the genting trip. These photos are taken by courtesy of Adelyn's HP. I figure you won't mind right adelyn? Haha...

Anyway, this pic was taken on top of the ferris wheel. A very charming view when we actually looked down to the ground. Our first day in genting - The day at the theme park.

Labels: Pictures, vacation

time stops for nobody ||7:43 PM