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Friday, February 20, 2009

Over

Foynal Ear Plojett is OVER.
Woo.
I have my life back. Now to concentrate on my new website, and also my Publication. Games can wait. LOL.

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Monday, February 16, 2009

Complain king

I have two things to complain about. One. The weather. Two. The economy.

Well, usually I keep mum about issues like these. The News. Sigh. Yes, News @ 9.30. Singapore's weather is so damn hot now because of local bushfires. Or those from Australia. Or those rumoured from Indonesia. Because, hey look, how easy for us Singaporeans to anyhow point fingers at anyone but ourselves? Ya? Well, wake up Singapore. We're so near the equator, we're just a state waiting to catch fire.

And being a little prissy boy that I am, I know there's something fishy with the weather. Especially yesterday night when I was oh-so sweaty and complaining on Facebook that it's so humid... 30 degrees at 11 PM, might I add... and the mosquitoes. Oh yes. Mosquitoes love the night. And as an added bonus, they love the heat. So whose body of blood is more susceptible to their lovely bites, other than mine?

;) Okay?

So I'm just begging everyone in the world to think about... Singapore for a change. And do something. So global warming doesn't melt us Singaporeans, or haha, let's say... me? Because you know I'm the prissiest g0y on the planet, I cannot STAND HEAT.

Dear government, that's what you get for installing air conditioners in buses and trains. Oh and in computer labs. Complacency in young adults. Prime example being me.

So, on a related note. Economy. News has been saying these terms "retrenchment", "economic downturn" and "downward spiral"... so naturally, the pessimist in me cannot take this sitting down. Sure I might have a part-time job, but thinking about the long-term future. I don't want to be retrenched, when I haven't even started.

I need money. I love money. I've survived living with things that I want but I cannot get. Such as printing. I would print shitloads if I even had a single cent to my name. Fnial Yaer Pjorect is a money-intensive module. A big-scale module that requires big-scale printing. So naturally, I wanna do well, I need test prints, I need to print finals, I need to just PRINT. And how to print without MONEY? And don't start on my parents, because Lord knows why they keep on forgetting to give me allowance, that I have to bitch at them so I can get some money for myself?!?!?!?

Ridiculous.

2009 is ridiculous and I'm definitely not a happy bunny. Now what I need now is a pitcher of ice-cool lemonade, and guess what. I'm not even remotely American.

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Sunday, February 15, 2009

Malu

A shoutout to Firdaos, because... you are next top model, xia. Ok ok. Where was I?

I decided, yes, time to blog again. Though I don't know for how long. A lot of things have happened. I think I have changed. I don't want to blog about my life. The past is not what I want to look at. Forget about pictures. Forget about videos. Maybe I have to approach most things nowadays with a pinch of salt. Like, first and foremost, weather has been excruciatingly unbearable. 30 degrees? That's just wrong in the stickiest sense. I don't want to go perspiring every single day, wondering to myself, oh my Dieu, can I get even stickier?

Alcohol is not my best friend. Many people can conclude it's my worst enemy.

Blogging, as a shortcut to fame, is just so pathetic. I currently do not care who my target audience is. Tweens? Twits? I don't really bother. I would like to try to be as mature as possible about every old thing. If I hurt anyone, it was never my intention. If I insult any racial group, kill me.

Anyway, a new friend I have says to me, "Enjoy. Life is short." Well, I would, after my Fnail Yaer Pjocert. Then it's the wonderful army, then an uncertain future in design, which, I pray I get. Anything to get me money, because living in poverty is a sickening thing. I despise being in the financial status that I am now. Sadly, I'm putting student first, then money second. But sadly, in MY school, money is important, as it is reflective of how much work you can 'out.'

Just thinking about enjoying. I feel guilty for enjoying most of my youth. Is it something that I'll be regretting in the near... or distant future? This is the phase where I can be something, and do something with my life, or be a nobody and just get screwed over just because I've taken all my youthful privileges for granted.

This blog post is dedicated to Fitrah, if, well, she even remembers that I have a blog here. Which I'm sure she does. My style of blogging has become dry and personally, I like it, and I have no qualms about, for the first time in my life, being good for speaking my mind.

And for all the ~~losers~~ at Zirca tonight, say hi to George for me. Not that I know any of you. Losers or George. I'm just bitter that St James is no more, so poke me in the rear and make me moan.

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